"Do ye suck the root?" Mr. Blackbone, a serious fellow with raven black hair asked.

Jon gave a good natured nod and downed his tankard of grog, despite the fact that he was still only a very young man. How young he was not sure. Such knowledge was reserved for boys with families, of which Jon had none. Growing up on this dangerous coastal town had cost him much. But some how luck was always on his side when it came time for feats of survival.

"Do ye take it in the arse boyo?" Blackbone asked, stroking his sharp chin. Jon gave a closed mouth smile at this and nodded again, his huge blue eyes lighting up. At Jon's response, Blackbone returned a smile, only his was large and missing teeth. "The Captain's gonna like you boy," he said.

"Now stand up and take off yer clothes." Blackbone said. Despite the noise and the people stuffed into the tight stinking tavern, Jon submissively did as he was told, removing his tattered vest and then his trousers. Upon seeing a naked lad in the room, Jon became the center of attention for all of thirty seconds as drunks and rougues and scallywags in the tavern made noises of hooting and hollering, some of them throwing bits of garbage and rotten bits of food at him. He let the volley assault him until its end without batting an eyelash, and stood stoic and naked in the lamp light of the dark room.

Blackbone inspected the lad over. His young body was lean and taught, with a perfect stomach. His skin was bronzed by years of sunlight outdoors. His penis, uncut as everyone else, was soft, smooth, and hung low below a tuft of sandy blond pubic hair. Blackbone could not resist but run his fingers down the chest and stomach and brush his fingertips through the pubic hair above the boy's shaft. He grabbed the shaft by the head and it began to fill with blood, arcing upward and to the left. Blackbone pulled back the foreskin and inspected the penis for any signs of disease. Upon satisfaction, he let go, but went back to give the boy's prick a little squeeze for his own personal enjoyment.

Next he checked the boy's balls. They were well formed, sparsely hairy, and hung low. Blackbone held them in his palm and gauged their weight. He loved his job.

"Turn around boy," he said. As Jon did as he was told, Blackbone marveled at the curvature of the ribcage, as it circled into the exquisite back and buttocks. Jon's ass was round and firm. Blackbone gave each cheek a pinch to check for quality. "Now bend over and spread."

Jon bent over, his chin resting on the table top of the two thieves next to them. They scowled at him with contempt as he smiled up at them. But they dared not cross Blackbone, a man they knew worked for the feared Pirate Captain Ardbuckle.

"Tis not natural," one of the thieves grumbled at Blackbone's inspection of the young boy. Blackbone shot the thief the eye of the Devil. "You'd best be gettin' along rat, lest I drop ye to the bottom of the ocean."

With those simple words, the two thieves scrambled to their feet and almost ran out of the tavern. Mr. Blackbone went back to searching over young Jon. He peered into the boy's crack and found no sign of sore or discoloration. He poked his finger into the little slit and found it giving to the touch, easily allowing him to slip the first joint of his bony finger in without hinder. When he pulled his finger out again, it was not dirty. He was pleased to know that the boy had the resources to prepare for their interview.

"Stand up boy. You're the new concubine for Captain Ardbuckle and his crew."

Once the ship left for sea, it was hours of waiting on the sunny deck for Jon. Blackbone had gone inside. Jon hoped he was summoning Ardbuckle so that they could meet.

Jon sat on the deck beside some barrels of food that had been stolen under cover of darkness the night before and taken on board. They had not found their way to storage yet. Just then a menacing looking sailor in a white skull cap with missing teeth approached him.

"Heh, heh," he chuckled "New cabin boy. How 'bout you suck my cock?" with that he pulled out a twisted flesh snake covered in scabs, from his trousers and jiggled it in his hand. "The last cabin boy bit like a wild beast, but we taught him how to behave." Jon thought about satisfying the sailor not only to fulfill his job, but also because the man filled him with fear. The other cabin boy? What had the sailor meant by that? Jon got on his knees in front of the sailor and took the cock in his hands. His eyes watered from the smell. When had the man washed last? Jon was expected to put this in his mouth?

But being dutiful, Jon licked his lips and prepared for the worst. He had done it before, for money. He put his mouth to the hot cock head sheathed in tight skin and prepared to take the sailor in his mouth whole. What stopped him was a cracking sound as the sailor yelped in pain, much to Jon's surprise. The cracking continued once more and the sailor barreled over. Behind him stood a great man in a tattered red frock coat, holding a cat-o-nine tails. "Get back to work, cur!" he growled at the sailor.

The sailor did as he was told and the large man approached Jon. He was lean but well muscled, with a thick neck, a proud chest, and a clean shaven lantern jaw. His hair was short and spiky, red to match his coat. He approached Jon and offered a broad callused hand. "Stand up boy." he smiled. The man's skin was slightly weathered but still had the shine of a man in his early thirties.

Jon gazed up at Captain Ardbuckle with stars in his bright blue eyes. He was dwarfed by the Captain's frame but he was not afraid of him. "Why don't you come to my cabin?" Captain Ardbuckle suggested, and the two walked to the doors that lead below deck.

Captain Ardbuckle's quarters were slightly dirty and somewhat aged, but comfortably plush. There was a large bed with a crushed red velvet blanket draped across it. Jon circled the room slowly as Captain Ardbuckle took off his coat, revealing a manly chest covered in scars and tattoos. Jon ran his dainty fingers over the red velvet blanket, having never felt anything so fine.

"Undress boy," Said Ardbuckle, "and lay on my bed."

Jon complied, gracefully removing his tattered clothes and sprawling comfortably across the bed spread. He had never been so at ease. Ardbuckle went to a bowl of fruit on a dresser close by a grabbed an apple. With one bite, he bit the apple in half and chewed lustfully as his eyes devoured the boy in front of him. He tossed the remainder of the apple to Jon who bit into the fruit hungrily.

As Jon ate the apple, Captain Ardbuckle grabbed a handful of grapes and held them over Jon's face. Jon licked the grapes suggestively and took the bottom one into his mouth and chewed it, savoring the sweetness. Captain Ardbuckle grabbed Jon by the back of his head and squeezed the grapes onto the boy's lips. The juice ran down his mouth, and the Captain delicately licked the juice off. Their lips met and they kissed deeply.

Captain Ardbuckle then squeezed the grapes over the boy's penis, letting the juice soak his genitals. He ran his tongue down John's flat stomach and sucked the juice off of Jon's privates, taking the entire cock and balls into his large mouth, and sucking the entire package as if it was a single penis. Where the boy's penis and testicles met his body, the Captain gently bit down, as if he would sever Jon's manhood and swallow it whole. The thought made Jon that much more excited and he caressed the Captain's steel jaw, almost begging Ardbuckle to bite down and tear his genitals off. Ardbuckle put a little more pressure which made Jon's member fill with blood even more, as his heart hammered into his neck. He felt Ardbuckle's finger reach around and insert itself into his anus. When the Captain pulled it out, the finger was wet. Jon was ready to be fucked in the ass.

"Good lad," Captain Ardbuckle smiled.

Jon rolled over onto his stomach. He had been waiting a long time for this.