Hard Dicks and Swollen Balls at Sea

George would never forget the night Josh died.

Although George’s pussy had definitely been broken in by most of the crew at this point in his naval career, Josh was still the ship’s cum dump. Every night, regardless of the weather or where in the world the ship was sailing, Josh lay in his hammock with his juicy, pink hole exposed for whoever in the crew wanted to take it. A lot of the time, there was a line. George contributed a load to Josh on most nights, but more than fuck buddies, Josh was George’s closest friend–in fact, they were almost lovers, though fate wouldn’t allow them to test that.

It was a warm and humid night in the Caribbean. The ship was returning to England after depositing a cargo of tea to Haiti. The Caribbean was flat and the ship was barely moving. The languid heat, and lack of work, had made the crew hornier than usual. Most men of the crew had lined up to fuck Josh. George lay in his hammock amused, listening to Josh’s low whimpering, punctuated every couple of minutes by louder howls of men busting their loads in him. George in fact fell asleep to these wet slapping noises, as he often did. But George’s slumber was broken by a noise – a particularly loud howl. George rolled out of his hammock, sleepily, patting his own rock-hard abs and his rock-hard dick.

George was a Greek God–hulking muscle on a lean tall fram, with the ass of an angel and an impressively sized cut cock. George shuffled over to Josh’s alcove, just in time to see Dylan, the ship's captain, depart with a drunken grin. Dylan’s fat cock was the biggest on the ship, and his avocado-size balls shot incredibly large, thick loads. Dylan, evidently, had been the last sailor of the night to breed Josh. The idea of churning Dylan’s fat load made George’s dick even harder. 

“Busier night than usual?” George asked, peeking his head into Josh’s alcove.

The space reeked of semen and sweat, and Jay lay in his hammocks with his legs splayed open, thick ropes of cum were oozing out of his pink, gaping hole.

“Sure was,” Josh laughed and, noticing George’s erection, he made a plea. “Give me your seed, mate.”

George walked over to Josh and aimed his long skinny dick at Josh’s exploded hole. It slid in  like a hot knife in butter. As George came to the hilt, a thick ring of semen oozed out of Josh’s bruised pussy lips and seeped out onto George’s torso. Josh’s hole was hotter and wetter than Geore had ever experienced–George’s tip was well past Josh’s second sphincter, and it was awash in hot semen.

“How many loads did you take tonight?”

“I lost track–I think 45?”

George laughed a deep, hearty, laugh. The ship had a crew of 50! 

George pulled his dick all the way out of Josh. A wet sucking noise emanated from his hole as large volumes of fragrant white foam squirted out.

“You pig. I love your hole.”

“I love you too.” Josh cocked his eyebrow.

George blushed, flexed his chest, and then plunged his cock into Josh mercilessly, beginning to jackhammer Josh as hard as he had ever jackhammered anyone. Josh, usually quite quiet, let out a high-pitched howl, and piss began squirting from his shrunken, bouncing man clit. George smiled devilishly, his muscular body flexing as he let out a low growl, flooding Josh’s bowels with several powerful spurts of youthful semen.

George collapsed on Josh, laughing. They exchanged kisses and listened to each other's heart beats slow. George’s cock slowly deflated in Josh’s hole. Eventually, Josh’s hole pushed George’s cock out–with at least a half dozen loads along with it, in a wet farting noise.

His cock thoroughly deflated, George tried to stand up, but in the process he slipped in the puddle of cum under Josh’s cunt, and he fell flat on his ass, sending cum shooting all over the alcove. Both of them burst out in laughter–George laying in the puddle of cum, Josh resting in his hammock. And it was in this moment that a cannonball from a pirate vessel tore through the belly of their ship. 

George doesn’t really remember what happened next very well. He remembers waking up under a rubble pile, with smoke and shouting everywhere. He remembers pulling himself out of the pile and looking for Josh. He remembers scurrying over debris to the deck, where the crew were engaged in gruesome hand-to-hand combat with the pirate ship that had boarded them. He remembers gutting one pirate with a knife his shipmate had given him. And he remembers waking up hours later laying out on the deck, the captain feeding him water from a carafe.

Ten had died in the attack. Including Josh.

* * *

The following morning, after the attack had been repelled and the pirate ship had sailed off, a simple ceremony was conducted on-deck. Several pirate corpses were unceremoniously dumped overboard. Ten wrapped bodies–their fallen crew members–were displayed on deck for an hour. Someone sang a song. Someone played a flute. And then they were dumped into the sea. One of the wrapped bodies was Josh’s–George wasn’t sure which one.

The next few days were hard for George. He was devastated and numb. The drudgery of being a sailor had been broken up by Josh’s levity and sexyness. After his passing, no one seemed to be in the mood. Even Dylan, who previously had required George to service him with an exhausting frequency, wasn’t interested in sex–he mostly kept to himself at meals, and seemed to look past George when they would pass by on deck, when previously he would often take the opportunity to squeeze George’s ass, or drag him into a locker abruptly to mercilessly breed George.

They returned to port for repairs and to bring on board new sailors to replace the ones lost. The new blood helped lighten the mood somewhat, and definitely brought a sexual tension back into the ship. Many of them were quite good looking–Dutch mariners (they had harbored at a Ductch island) who were all extremely tall and muscular. George noticed quite a few of them giving him intense, furtive looks in the hallways at night. But something kept George from acting on anything. Sex on the ship in the days of Josh had been so in the open, almost ritualized, and George wondered whether there wasn’t some sort of unspoken sexual stay in effect that would soon be lifted.

* * *

There was an odd tension on deck as the ship departed finally back to England. There was to be some sort of ceremony that night, after twilight, and George sensed the mood on ship was turning. One of Dylan’s aides had found George and asked him to prepare for tonight. George wasn’t sure what that entailed exactly–last time he was asked to “prepare” he ended up bottoming for a group of prisoners below deck that were being transported to Australia. The experience had been terrifying but also exhilarating, and opened George’s horizon to the possibility that he could potentially play the role Josh had on the ship.

George thoroughly prepped his hole, and when the stars shone bright, and one Dylan’s minders came to get him, George walked up to deck to find the entire crew assembled. Dylan stood in front of them all, next to a table that was draped with a ceremonial cloth. It was hard to make out folks’ faces–it was a new moon and the only illumination was brought by a few torches and the night-time sky–but George sensed that Dylan was looking directly once again at George. George smiled, not at all nervous as the situation might have called for reasonably–he knew he was back in Dylan’s good graces, that in fact he had never lapsed.

Dylan motioned for George to come forward. George did so, confidently. Dylan put his strong hand on George’s shoulder.

“My boy, do you accept the position that Josh vacated, as the ship’s whore?”

The mention of Josh’s name made George’s mind swirl. He choked up a bit, a tear coming down his face. George thought he could see a tear go down Dylan’s face as well.

“Yes.” Was all George could muster to say, without crying.

Dylan squeezed his shoulder in consolation. He pulled out a bottle out of his jacket, unscrewed it and passed it to George.

“Take a swig, my boy.” He said quietly.

George chugged and emptied the bottle, and felt the warmth of the liquor raise his spirits. Dylan chuckled as he took back the empty bottle and tossed it overboard.

“I assume you know what’s going to happen.” Dylan said, again quietly, to George, this time with greater levity.

“I’m going to get fucked by the whole crew.” No one had told Geroge, but it was obvious what was in store for him.

“You’re going to get fucked by the whole crew, yes.” Dylan said, amusingly.

Dylan stepped back and stood erect and authoritatively. He spoke loudly now, addressing the whole crew.

“The time for mourning is over. You all have abstained from sex since the passing of our beloved ship’s whore, Josh. Tonight we usher in the reign of a new hole for the ship. By day, he is a valued member of the crew–treat him with the respect accorded to his rank. By night, his holes are yours for the taking.”

An electric shock shot through George’s body, focussing on his prick.

Dylan turned to address George.

“Do you understand and accept the role you are about to take? At night, you are just a hole, and you are to not turn down any member of this crew who wishes to use your body in any reasonable way they would like.”

It had never occurred to George that Josh’s sluttiness was bonded, contracted–that he willingly entered a role. George had thought Josh was just a slut. George hesitated for a moment.

Perhaps sensing his hesitation, Dylan turned again to the dark mass of the crew, assembled behind the table in a semi-circle.

“And while this young man will be yours for the taking, in terms of draining your swollen balls–if any one of you were to harm him, or take advantage of him in any other way, by help me God I will kill you. This lad is special to me. He’s been my personal wife on crew for the past happy year, and it is with some trepidation that I ask him to enter this new role.”

George was touched. It had never occurred to him that Dylan had thought of him as his wife. Dylan’s reassuring speech did the trick. This, indeed, was a big commitment–getting fucked each and every night! But, also–getting fucked each and every night…what a dream!

I’m a slut, just like Josh, thought George. More of a slut, in fact! I can do this–he thought.

George stepped forward, his chin up, his golden locks bouncing upon his shoulders.

“I accept the role.”

And without prompting, he disrobed. His six-pack and chiseled pecs glistened in the torchlight. His impressively large, skinny long cock stood erect. And that ass–the kind of ass you’d see in a marble statue of a Roman god, attracted many stares among the crew. Someone whistled.

Again without prompting, George walked up to the table and bent over it, reached behind and pulled apart his perky, muscled cheeks, exposing his beautiful pink hole to the assembled crew.

Dylan took a carafe of oil from the table and drizzled some on George’s hole. It was cold and made George shudder. Excited though he was, George began to shiver somewhat in nervousness.

Dylan again addressed the crew: “My lads, I know your balls have swollen over these last 10 days. Now is the moment of release I promised. Let’s give this boy a night he’ll never forget.”

He couldn’t see what was happening behind him, but could hear shuffling and disrobing noises. He felt the planks below him shifting–someone big was approaching him from behind. George said a prayer, and pushed his asshole open in preparation for the breeding.

A hard and thick dick parted his pussy lips, and opened George wide. The crewmember–George suspected it was one of the dutchmen but wasn’t sure–wasted no time, and began furiously thrusting in and out of George’s hole. George whimpered, his eyes closed, though his whimpering was cut short as he found a long, uncut cock pressing against his face. Without even bothering to open his eyes, he opened his mouth. And now he was being fucked ruthlessly in both of this holes. Perhaps not expecting his throat to be so forcefully used, George gagged and writhed, causing his sphinctor to tighten, which caused the man fucking him to forcefully ejaculate inside him with a loud cry.

The man who had been skull fucking George walked around to George’s back side and rammed his cock in. It was skinnier but longer than the cock that had just fucked him, but the semen deposit in him ment he was better lubricated, and this cock felt incredible inside George. He smiled and purred as he was jack hammered. But then another sailor walked up to his face, and another cock was in his mouth. He opened his eyes and saw that he was completely surrounded by guys with their dicks out, stroking and staring at him.

George got a little nervous–this was going to take fucking forever! He loved dick, but how was he going to spink 50 god-damned dicks before dawn.

With determination! Thought George. I can do this! I am a talented slut.

George thought back to all the times he had been fucked on board. He had arrived a virgin, and now he was being turned into nothing but a hole. He fucking loved cum. It made him stronger, absorbing the male energy from the dicks inside him. With a newfound determination, George bore down hard on the cock inside him, causing him to achieve an anal orgasm. Piss leaked from his dangling flaccid cock, as he felt a sudden added warmth inside him–load number two! The dick pulled out and George kept his hole wide open, cum streaming from it and the crisp sea breeze blowing into his well-lubed bowels.

Another dick entered him. And another. And another. George lost track of the loads inside him. The fucking noises became wetter and sloppier. When dicks would pull out of him he would prolapse involuntarily and spray semen onto the deck. He bore down to spunk the guys in him quickly, or he would purposefully choke on whatever dick was in his mouth to produce a dick-clenching squeeze in his ass. George was in a trance, in a state of pure bliss.

Some of the dicks he would choke on would explode semen directly down his throat. George realized he had cum stringing down from his jaw. In between dicks he would burp up come. And he would occasionally feel a load being shot onto his back from someone jerking near him who could get into a hole fast enough–someone even shot directly into his eye!

George lost all sense of time. At some point, there was no longer a dick being forced down his throat, but he was still being fucked. He had had a dick inside him for at least two hours, maybe three! He was drenched in cum. There was a shot of heat and a ramming of a particularly large cock deep in his bowels, and then it retracted. His sopping wet hole was once again exposed to the ocean breeze. He could feel globs of semen streaming down his inner thigh. He opened his eyes, his vision blurred from gang bang induced delierium and the giz in his eyes. All he could see was the starlight. He was alone on this table in the middle of the deck at night. It was over, there was no one else.

And then he heard boot steps coming towards him. He knew instantly it was the Captain–Dylan. He recognized his swagger. The tall figure came up to his face, and the Captain’s large hands opened his breaches. His long, thick semi-hard cock–by far the biggest cock George had ever seen–dangled above his head.

“Let me help clean you off, lad.” A stream of warm piss hit George right in the face–in his eyes in fact! George winced and closed his eyes, but the warm strong stream of piss was indeed refreshing, and was washing the cum off his face. He smiled, and even opened his mouth, tasting the stream and gargling a bit to wash the cum from his throat.

Before he could savor the flavor too much, the captain’s dick was pushing his mouth open to the brink. Of course–the Captain hadn’t yet fucked George. Of course he would save himself for last. George didn’t know if he was up for this monster of all cocks after just taking 50 dicks. But he realized he didn’t really have a choice. He opened his throat and let the monster down his gullet. George gagged hard, sending a stream of semen shooting from his hole, hitting the deck with a splattering noise.

Dylan laughed. He pulled his cock out of George’s mouth, and walked to his back, giving George’s muscled ass a hard slap–which caused another spasm of his sphincter to send cum flying.

Dylan mounted George’s hole, pushing it open wider than it had been the hole night. Dylan began rutting George hard. George could feel cum splattering on his back as Dylan bred him. The girth of Dylan’s cock, and his maniacal pounding–his dick was going totally in and totally out of George rhythmically–made George totally lose control of his hole. Electric pulses shot up and down his spine, as he bore down with incredible force. Sending come spraying all over the Captain, and causing the Captain’s monster cock to explode inside George.

Dylan sighed happily, and pulled out of George’s hole, which quivered and cum farted rhythmically for a few moments after the departure of Dylan’s girthy cock.

“Do you need a hand?” Dylan offered his muscled arm to George.

George tried to get up. Unable to close his hole yet, he stood up with it still prolapsed and gaping cum. He focused intently on his hole, able to close it after one last forceful contraction of semen.

Close up against the Captain, Dylan breathed in his musk. George pressed his head against the barrel chest. Dylan embraced him tenderly. His hand tracing down George’s muscular back, to his ass. Dlyan traced George’s puffy hole, and effortlessly slipped four fingers into George’s loose hole.

“We’ll have to open that hole up for my fist soon, sailor.”

Dylan’s heart skipped a beat. The captain’s fist?! I guess he already does have four fingers in, how hard could a fist be? He thought.

“Another time my boy,” laughed Dylan. “But start preparing for it, okay?”

George nodded his head.

“Now off to bed.”

* * *

George stumbled below deck to his alcove. Someone had laid a flower on his hammock–a sign of thanks and affection perhaps. George smiled, crawled into the hammock, and fell into a deep sleep.

He was awoken an hour later but the sensation of an erect cock parting his hole. George squinted groggily to see who the penetrator was. Murphy, one of his best friends on this ship–George hadn’t thought he was at all interested in manhole–was grinning.

“I woke up hard and needed to breed you again tonight, mate.”

George nodded, his heart racing. This was his fate. George smiled.

“Well what are you waiting for, sailor? You heard the Captain, my hole is yours.”

George’s tenure as the ship’s cum dump had officially begun.