Halloween Series 2022

A Monster on the High Seas

“Some people were born just so they could be buried.” – Donald Ray Pollock, The Devil All the Time

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Captain John Cook left the tavern after midnight. He had thrown a few coins on the bar and stumbled out into the foggy night. Down the hill to the harbor, hidden in the fog, his ship was docked. It had been loaded that day, the job lasting until after dark. Therefore, they were waiting to set sail at first light. The Leviathan, a three masted Schooner that he bragged was the fastest ship on the seas.

He stumbled down the cobblestone lane, remembering what had brought him to the tavern. He had been furious earlier in the day when he found out his cabin boy had taken off with another crew, to be with the young Captain Barlow. The bastard had lured the boy away from him and now he appeared to be about to set sail without one.

The docks were quiet and in the fog Captain Cook could just make out the Leviathan docked along the left side. He stepped up on the old wood dock and made his way, bumping into stacked crates and nearly getting caught up in some fisherman’s net. He was near the Leviathan when he saw a young boy sitting on a barrel. The boy was looking up at his schooner, and he stepped up next to him.

“She’s a right nice boat, isn’t she?” asked Captain Cook.

“Yes, I’d like to be on her crew,” the boy replied.

Captain Cook turned and saw in the dim lantern light the boy was a teenager, but old enough to have sideburns and a trail of hair from his navel down into his pants, which was visible by his shirt being unbuttoned. The boy leaned back, and the shirt spread open wider. The boy raked a hand down his chest, over his stomach, then openly adjusted his cock.

“I hear you need a cabin boy.”

“Yes, have you ever…”

“No, but I’m a fast learner. And if you don’t like the way I service you, you can leave me in the next harbor you drop anchor.”

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Marwin.”

“Marwin. You got a last name?”

“I don’t know it. I was abandoned by my mother so…” said Marwin, shrugging his shoulders. “Do I need a last name?”

“No, I guess not.”

“So, can I come on board?”

“Yes, why don’t you follow me. I’m going to my cabin for the night.”

Cook led the boy up the gangplank to the deck. He didn’t look back as he made his way to his quarters. The boy might have sounded self-assured, but he knew the type. Inside they were naïve, scared, but willing to do anything for food and a warm bed. He would find out shortly what Marwin was willing to do.

“This is my quarters. You can stay here if you’re willing to take care of me, or you can get off my ship.”

Marwin smiled, one that gave Cook an uneasy feeling.

“I’ll take care of you like no cabin boy before,” Marwin uttered as he slid out of his shirt.

Cook watched, shocked the boy was so willing, so forward. He watched the reveal of the lean body, that of a boy becoming a man. Thick underarm hair and a trail down the stomach spoke to Marwin not being a boy. He watched Marwin undo his trousers and let them fall around his ankles, leaving him naked. A long uncut cock hung over its sac, and he watched Marwin toy with it, tug on it until he began to harden, then stroke it until it was fully erect.

“Are you going to take off your clothes?” Marwin asked.

“Huh, yes, yes,” Cook replied, eyes on the hard cock realizing it was almost twice as long as his own. And it was thicker, and he wondered how such a lean boy could have such a cock. He pulled his shirt off, then dropped his pants stepping out of them. He felt his cock, how it responded to his arousal, then he pushed his undergarment down until it too fell around his ankles.

Marwin looked at his nakedness, and Cook knew what he saw. A man with a heavy belly and a cock still not hard. He felt stymied, as if Marwin was intimidating him. He told himself it wasn’t true, but his cock gave him away.

Marwin approached him, moved right up to him and he realized the boy was as tall as he, therefore could stare into his eyes. A hand touched his cock, manipulated it, rubbed over the head, and he felt himself respond. His cock flexed and swelled to full erection as Marwin stroked him.

“You just needed me to stroke up a fire inside you,” Marwin whispered. “I’ll do more than that before the night is over,” pushing Cook backwards until his bed bumped the back of his legs. He sat down hard and before he knew what was happening, Marwin was straddling his waist, rubbing that cock up his chest as hands moved over his head. A hand moved to the back of his head, closed into a fist tugging his head back. Lips covered his mouth, and it was like Marwin was sucking the air out of his lungs. He felt light-headed, suddenly dizzy. Another tug on his hair and he went back on the bed with Marwin still kissing him.

Marwin moved on top of him as a serpent, undulating body rubbing against his chest and stomach and hard cock pressing into his stomach or sliding along the side of his own cock. He began to sweat, Marwin hot against his skin, and his breathing became labored.

Cook had always had his way with his cabin boys, putting them face down or flat on their backs and fucking their asses until he couldn’t cum again. But Marwin had the upper hand, had him off-balance, struggling to even breathe. Suddenly the boy was manhandling him, dragging him around in his own bed, head bent against the headboard. One leg was lifted and the other pushed to the side. Then a hand was on his cock, stroking him. Another hand took his nuts and tugged until he cried out. Marwin seemed to have more than two hands, for he couldn’t comprehend everything that was happening.

“Captain, I’m here to provide your most secret desire,” Marwin whispered, then laughed.

Cook gasped for breath, then cried out as Marwin punched through his tightness and buried that thick cock halfway into his ass. It stretched his opening until he thought he would split in two. It gave him a sense of fullness, one that aroused him to think of it, but also scared him. Then it sank deeper, impossibly deep by the feel of it.

Cook gasped for breath and grunted with every penetrating thrust into his depths. His head pressed against the headboard and the grip on his leg tightened. How a boy only about half his weight could be so physical was shocking. How the boy managed to get him on his back, and so quickly, fucking him with such brute force was even more shocking. He looked up at Marwin, and he saw no boy, but a young man, in his prime, fucking him with the strength and stamina he once imagined he possessed.

Marwin pulled out of his ass and stood on knees over him. He saw a hand stroke the huge cock until cum rained down on him. It seemed to cover him almost entirely, then soak into his skin. He banged his head against the headboard and cried out, adding to the cum that covered his body.

“That was satisfying, but not nearly enough. You’ll soon satisfy my greatest hunger,” Marwin whispered, then he was gone.

Captain Cook woke the sound of his crew up top. He heard someone shout a command and crates moved on deck, then he heard someone come to his cabin.

“Captain, we’re ready to set sail.”

“I’ll be on deck in a minute,” Cook replied as he sat up. He hurt all over and he shivered from the pain. The night before came back to him, and he looked around for Marwin. He was alone and thought it just as well as he caught a whiff of his body and saw the state, he was in. He climbed to his feet and bathed at the basin, then put on clean clothes. He was struggling with his shirt when the door swung open and Marwin came in carrying a tray of food.

“I assumed you would be hungry,” said Marwin, his tone humble, unlike the night before.

“Yes, yes, set it there and come help me with this damnable shirt. My fingers are stiff this morning.”

The ship sailed south, then headed to the west. Winds kept the sails stretched tight as the ship cut through the waters. By nightfall, the captain was feeling better, even a bit aroused, for he couldn’t stop thinking about the night before and the sex with Marwin. All day, he watched the boy do the chores assigned to him, then go down and help with the evening meal preparations. He worked in a sleeveless shirt revealing the long lean arms of a teenage boy and Cook saw some of the crew look at the boy with lust. He wondered how they would feel giving a chance to lay with Marwin and found themselves beneath the boy taking his fuck. Cook chuckled to himself, then grimaced at the memory of how it felt, the initial penetration.

The ship was settled down for the night and Cook was in his quarters when Marwin came in, shirtless, wearing the pants so loose they hung on his waist.

“I’m here for you,” Marwin uttered as he undid the drawstring and let the pants fall to his feet. He stepped out of them with cock getting hard.

Cook looked at the young man and his growing erection. He thought of the tone when he said he was here for him. It sounded possessive, almost menacing, instead of submissive. He knew it was true too. Marwin moved to him and began to remove his clothes. Marwin didn’t stop until he too was naked.

“Suck my cock,” Marwin uttered, pushing down on Cook’s shoulders.

Cook dropped to his knees. He looked at the growing cock as Marwin took it in hand and rubbed it across his face. When the head rubbed over his lips for a second time, he parted them and took what he could of the cock. It filled his mouth and when Marwin pushed forward, cut off his air. He felt his face turn red as he struggled to breathe, then Marwin was tugging him to his feet, turning him around and pushing him to bend over.

“Spread you ass for me. Come on captain, spread it so I can see that hole you want me to fill,” Marwin taunted him.

Cook reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart. He felt his exposure, his ass ready for Marwin’s ministrations. Fingers pushed into his hole, twisting and turning as another hand reached around and manipulated his cock. He grew aroused, so aroused he was panting. He found himself pushing back, hungry for Marwin’s cock. It touched him, pressed against his tightness, then stretched him open. He stifled the need to cry out while struggling to keep his balance. The cork bore into his ass, sinking deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, you’re still too tight,” Marwin uttered, laughing far too loud.

Cook felt hands take his waist, fingers digging into the loose flesh holding him firmly in place as Marwin began to fuck. He rocked with every push inward, as Marwin’s pace increased. Soon his own cock flopped between his thighs as Marwin shoved into his depths so hard their bodies smacked together. It was loud, impossibly loud, the sound of flesh banging against flesh. Cook knew the men could hear it, but he was unable to stop Marwin. He belonged to Marwin. He was Marwin’s to devour.

Marwin hammered Cook’s insides until he saw stars, then he came without touching himself. Cum rained down on the floor before him as cock pummeled his insides. Then Marwin’s grip tightened, fingernails piercing the skin, while shoving cock into his depths and erupted with release. He felt it, the cum spurting from the cock and how it filled him. He grew dizzy from it, deliriously mad, not wanting it to stop. But far too soon, Marwin was backing away from him, leaving him feeling empty as cum ran down his thighs.

For days it went on. Cook would wake feeling sore and slightly ill but by nightfall, he was horny, ready to do Marwin’s bidding. And Marwin took him, every night, pushing him to the point of exhaustion. Cook saw how the crew looked at him, for they could hear what went on at night. His cries of pain at Marwin’s penetration, then his cries and grunts from being fucked harder than he thought possible. It was affecting in other ways. He lost his appetite, having to force himself to eat anything. He drank more, at first believing he did it to loosen his inhibitions, but he found he craved it each night.

Then there was the sex and how Marwin had him eat his cum some nights, others it was pumped into his ass, and others, Marwin sprayed the thick wads over his body. He didn’t how who a man could come so much, night after night. But he found it was something he craved more than alcohol. He caught himself licking his lips when he saw Marwin on deck doing some chore. He thought he could smell it when alone thinking of their sex. It was like magic, something dark and mysterious that lured him into submission. After a few days, he found he couldn’t wait to take another load from Marwin’s cock.

The ship was sailing around Africa in a storm. The ship was tossed around, and waves crashed over the railing. Only essential crew stayed on deck, struggling to keep the ship moving in a straight line, while others huddled below deck.

In the Captain’s quarters, Cook was tied to his bed. He was naked and Marwin was sitting on his great belly.

“I think it’s time,” Marwin uttered as he dragged a fingernail down Cook’s chest.

“Time for what?” Cook asked nervously, feeling his cock betray him, so hard it ached.

“For you to truly pleasure me,” Marwin replied.

Cook found Marwin’s cock at his lips and he parted them letting Marwin push it into his mouth so far, he couldn’t breathe. He struggled against the ropes binding him, face turning red, until Marwin pulled back letting him breathe. Over and over, Marwin cut off his air until he gasped for breath. Then Marwin moved between his legs, pushing them apart.

Cook cried out, unconcerned if any of the crew could hear, for Marwin’s penetration of his ass was rougher, faster than before. He shuddered and tugged at the ropes as that cock bore into his depths. Marwin began to fuck, to work his hips up and down as he leaned over the prone body. He kissed Cook, the first time to do so, his tongue snaking into the mouth feeling the teeth and tongue. He began to suck, first the air from Cook’s lungs, then something else. He sucked until Cook passed out and he kept sucking, drawing out the blood and water and all the elements each contained. He sucked until the captain fell still and yet he kept sucking

It was mid-morning the next day before the ship cleared the storm. As the crew lowered the sails and cleaned up the ship, one of the crew went below to get the captain. He knocked on the door and it swung open, not having been latched. He stepped into the dark room, the windows in back curtained off, making him move with caution.

“Captain? Captain Cook? We need you up top,” he called out.

“What’s taking so long?” another crew member asked, coming to the door with a lantern. He moved in behind the other and held it up.

They gasped at what lay before them. The one with the lantern stumbled backwards nearly falling as the other stood frozen. Laying on the bed was a dried husk of a body. They knew it was Captain Cook by the rings and the tattoos still visible in the dried leathery skin.

They would search the ship for the cabin boy but not find him. He was gone. Some began to speculate he was a monster that had slipped over the side and back into the sea where he belonged. Others thought him a vampire, who after getting his fill, simply flown away. They would find the boy’s clothes stuck down in a barrel on deck, but there would be no other sign of him. They put in at the next English harbor and reported the captain’s death, claiming he had consumption. The burial at sea insured no one ever found out the truth.