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"Bastard! You'll hang for this!" Steve's screams were no more offensive to the pirates' ears than the droning wind.
He was a man built for hauling halyards and throwing crates and yet to the men who each held an arm his struggles were a mere nuisance. They'd lifted him off the deck so his feet dangled, leaving his desperate kicks at his captors a fruitless endeavor. One eye was blinded from blood oozing down his face but he didn't need it to see the grave predicament at hand.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Captain Stephen." One sailor paced with his arms folded behind his back. Jingling gold chains dangled from his neck underneath a luxurious red velvet frock. Steve's velvet frock. "The bravest merchant to sail these waters. Braver yet, venturing here when you seem to have forgotten our agreement."
The pirate captain's own blinded eye only added to his threatening demeanor. His leather boots clacked noisily on the deck past the shaking forms of a terrified captured crew.
When the man stopped it was directly in front of Steve. Their gazes met and Steve kept his chin up as he stared down the pirate. He knew better than to show fear in the presence of someone who craved it. Smelled it, perhaps.
"I paid your lackey before I left port," Steve growled.
The captain raised a brow. "Is that so? Then tell me–why do my pockets feel lighter this month?"
"S'pose that's what happens you spend it all on spirits and whores." Steve tasted regret by his words when the back of the pirate's hand met the side of his head. He cried out and clenched his teeth as pain that had already been a constant swelled in the confines of his skull. When the black spots in his vision faded, he was met with the pirate's wrathful sneer. "I told you, I paid! If you didn't get it, then blame your man. He must've pocketed it."
Despondent as if it were a lying child he was scolding, the captain shook his head. "Stephen, old friend. My men are loyal; far more so than dogs like you. They know what happens when I'm betrayed." As if on cue, the pirates on either side of Steve shifted uneasily. The captain opened his arms wide in a shrug and spoke matter-of-fact. "If you won't pay for my protection, I'm afraid there won't be anything left of your crew to protect."
The pirates who held the other hostages grinned when their captain turned to them. He put a finger to his chin, deep in thought before he pointed at a sailor.
"Start with that one."
"No!" Steve kicked and writhed anew in the pirates' grip. His crew member's eyes went huge with fear and white-hot rage settled deep in Steve's chest. "Take me! Punish me! Leave my men out of this!"
The captain whirled to face him and grinned like a cat. "I was hoping you'd say that. I hate unnecessary bloodshed, I really do." With the man who'd been spared forgotten, in his stead, Steve could only watch as his own fate soon approached. "How should I do away with you, then?"
The pirates exchanged glances and murmured amongst each other. As if they reasoned between stew or bread and not a person's life.
"I suppose drowning could work. Boys?" The captain gestured and the men who held Steve got to work. A rope was provided, only to tie his hands in front of him, with the other end of the length fastened to railing.
Hands grabbed his shoulders and began leading him backwards toward the edge of the deck. Stopped, he could feel the open air behind him. The clothes on his back clung to him with the chilly mist from the waves below.
Steve was afraid. He didn't want to die. But his crew might be spared, and for that he was grateful. Perhaps the ocean would be kind and slam him against the hull, knocking him unconscious before he drowned. The seas had been fair to him so far.
"Any last words? Prayers? A joke, perhaps?" The captain's show of sympathy was a mockery.
Steve spat at the man's feet. "Fuck you."
With that, a kick to Steve's chest sent him overboard. He took a deep breath, wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was by reflex. Pointless when that breath was going to be his last.
Cold water hit his feet, drenched his legs and waist, and then the rope around his wrists pulled taut. Steve's body was two thirds underwater while the occasional wave crested at his chin where he dangled. Stunned, Steve gazed up at where the captain stood at the deck's edge.
As if his unasked question were heard, the pirate grinned wickedly. "Oh, you didn't really think I'd just let you go to waste like that, did you? I have far more interesting plans for you."
Steve was still in shock. He trembled at the cold water that reached up for him even as the rope held him just high enough so that his head stayed dry. "What…what are you talking about?"
Pulling aside the frock where it covered his chest, the captain retrieved from around his neck one of the gold chains. Dangling from the chain and glistening in the sun between his fingers was a tiny piece of metal.
"We all have debts to pay, old friend." With that, the captain brought the metal piece to his lips. There was no sound when he blew into it and yet the men who stood around him to gaze at their victim were frozen.
Not even a minute went by before Steve knew something was wrong. There was movement in the corner of his good eye. He awkwardly maneuvered to turn his body around. Facing the open water, heart pounding in his ears, Steve looked all around him fearfully.
Waves crested and fell lazily in a shattered reflection of the overcast afternoon sky. It was as still as it was every day. Then something broke the surface. Blending in with the blue-grey water, angled into a sharp point like a tooth.
Steve's eye widened in horror. He was meant to be devoured by sharks. He sent a terrified look up at the captain who continued to watch. He knew the man wasn't one of good taste, but never had he anticipated such cruelty.
"I'm sure he'll be merciful," the captain hollered over the crash of waves. "He takes a liking to the pretty ones."
Steve hyperventilated. The dorsal fin had circled back and was steadily cutting towards where he dangled helplessly. Then it vanished.
Steve looked all around him, trying to make out a dark shape that lurked just below the surface. But the water refracting the sky revealed nothing of its depths. His last moments would be in a mouth full of teeth and he wouldn't even see it coming.
Slippery skin brushed past his foot and Steve flinched. It was circling him: a featherlight touch here, a stinging scratch there. Steve sobbed and struggled fruitlessly against his bindings as the salt water stung his scrapes.
There was no pleading for mercy, from neither the captain nor the beast. Steve only raced to think of how he could break free from the rope. Then go for the eyes, he'd been told, and even against a shark, a man might have a fighting chance.
Then a heavy touch landed on his body. The familiar touch of human hands.
Long fingers splayed over his hips; exploring, considering. He sobbed as they nudged up underneath his shirt to grope at his ribcage. Rendered helpless with his arms tied above his head, humiliation burned in his cheeks as dozens of sailors stood and watched.
Steve had heard tales and legends of the monsters who thrived in the ocean's depths. Particularly memorable were those of sirens, who tore a man apart alive or dragged him to their cove to use him at their leisure. Knowing it was one who was to rend the meat from his bones, Steve wished it had been a shark.
The hands moved lower to his belly and squeezed, testing the give of his flesh. He cried and shook. In what were no doubt his last moments Steve prayed the beast choked on gristle.
Wandering fingers snaked further south and Steve shrieked. Reflexively he kicked with all the force he could muster and when his leg made contact with a solid form he felt a glimmer of pride. Water around him surged in the wake of a retreating tail.
Steve grinned up at the captain. "So much for your interesting pla–" He was cut off by searing pain and threw his head back in a splitting scream.
Teeth ripped into one leg–the same one with which he'd committed the act that he suddenly regretted–and a hand roughly grabbed his other and pulled .
Rope painfully rubbed at his skin and so Steve grabbed onto the length and gaped at the sound of snapping fibers. The beast's strength surpassed that of the rope that held him.
Above, the captain chortled. "Send Eddie my regards!"
Finally with one last terrible sound of what kept him above water ripping in half, Steve was viciously pulled into the ocean's depths.
Air bubbles left in the wake of Steve's watery screams as the flickering light above him drew farther and farther out of reach. He was whipped this way and that with deadly force. His body flailed helplessly as he was played with.
Up was down and dark blue was in every direction and Steve gave up the notion of ever seeing the light of day again. And just as he finally stopped thrashing and fighting, sharp teeth and strong hands released him.
His lungs burned and without a second to lose, Steve beat his legs against the water as he chased the promise of air above him. His head broke the surface not a second too soon and he gasped greedily. The ship was nowhere to be seen–how far had the mermaid taken him?
In the distance, far but close enough he was shocked he didn't see it from the ship, an island broke the line of the horizon. The idea of solid land beneath his feet was more tempting than that of women or wine.
He couldn't really swim to the shore with his hands still bound, strong as his legs were. With one of them hurt and bleeding, too, his escape would have to be a clever one. Still, he'd made it this far in one piece. He could see a sandy shore from where he was. Considering his luck, Steve thought, he'd ought to take up gambling again.
Something wrapped around his ankle and pulled him backwards. Hard. A heavy weight settled against his backside and Steve dreaded it pulling him underwater once more. An arm wrapped around his waist to keep him pinned there and Steve realized that the body around him was what kept him afloat.
Soggy weight draped across his shoulder and over his chest and warm breath puffed against his ear. Slow with caution, Steve looked down to find that what tickled and clung to him were locks of dark hair, soaked and dripping with sea water.
"Strike at me again, and I'll kill you."
Steve was frozen stiff. The voice was raspy and unmistakably masculine. "You–You're…a man."
The reply next to his ear was a disgruntled huff. "You're disappointed."
Offending a beast much stronger than him who had his blood on its tongue sounded like the opposite of a good idea. Steve scrambled to change trajectory. "No, I'm–I didn't–I thought–"
"Don't speak."
Steve's mouth drew shut. His whole body shook. Either by the chill of the water or pure terror, he was sure it might have been both.
With their upper bodies lined up and fingers resting above his abdomen, Steve could feel how much larger the creature–Eddie, he presumed–was than him. Its hand was large enough that it could engulf his own in its fist. Something below stirred in the water and kept them both afloat, and it occurred to him that it was the rest of the creature's body. He had yet to see its tail but judging by the dorsal fin he had seen earlier he was sure it was that of a great white. It would explain the beast's speed and strength.
Eddie's jaws were formidable if the wound in his leg had anything to say of it, and now he could see on the hand that held him, its long fingers were tipped with wicked claws. It was with this in mind that what happened next threw Steve into a fit of panic.
The creature's free hand grabbed at his ass. Practiced fingers pulled one cheek to the side–how had it removed his trousers without him knowing?–and a thumb dove into his cleft.
"Stop–what–hey! Stop !" Steve thrashed fruitlessly against the iron grip that held him tight against the beast's body. The grip around his waist released him only for a palm to reach up and clamp his mouth shut.
The thumb between his ass cheeks went back to probing. The tip of a claw carefully circled his pucker. Tears burned Steve's eyes as he struggled. No one had breached him there, not even himself, and now an inhuman creature sought to pleasure itself at his expense.
Eddie's fingers were enormous and the claw and tip of its thumb were steadily pushing into his unprepped hole. His cheek being pulled to the side only made the stretch that much worse. Steve's muffled cries fell on deaf ears. The beast barely pushed past his rim. It stilled and made a frustrated noise.
The digit pulled out and Steve cried that much more at how his asshole stung from the intrusion. The creature blew into his ear as it leaned in closer.
"I'm going to stretch you," Eddie murmured. "I hate your human words. But I like it when you scream. Do that more."
It dove underwater then, its touch still present on Steve's body as he was allowed to keep his head above the surface. His hands still tied, he had nowhere to go. Nothing to fight with.
So when his thighs were roughly grasped and a nose pushed into his cleft and something warm and slimy pushed past his rim, Steve shrieked.
Eddie's tongue was smooth and long and wide. Thrusting in and out, wriggling against his fragile walls, curling ever deeper. Steve desperately tried to clench down in an attempt to force out the intrusion, and in retaliation claws sunk into the meat of his ass. Fingers slid up his thighs and pulled his cheeks apart for better access as the appendage insistently explored Steve's unwilling hole.
"Stop! Please!" Steve shook uncontrollably. The wet stickiness of Eddie's spit drenched his softening channel. If he survived this, the unpleasant, slimy sensation would never leave him.
Worse still, his body became so eager to yield to the beast's advances. When the tongue finally slipped free to be replaced with two prodding fingers, his hole so obediently expanded to accommodate Eddie's endeavor. The fingers coaxed him open and claws dragged along the fragile flesh.
"You don't– ah– you don't have to do this!" Steve cried.
Suddenly he was empty. Water sloshed over him as the beast resurfaced. The claws that had left a lasting sting in his ass now kissed his throat, a silent threat.
"I do."
Steve took a moment to shut his eyes and catch his breath. "The captain…you don't have to do what he says." A rumble of laughter permeated his back where Eddie pressed against him.
"You are mistaken. The captain does not command me." Steve's body was readjusted so his legs were out in front of him. A broad hardness pressed against his hole that clenched around nothing. "It is I who owns him. As I now own you."
With that, the hardness against his ass forced its way up and in. Steve squealed and thrashed as the beast bullied its enormous cock into him. Even prepped and lubed with monstrous slime, the stretch was excruciating.
Without letting its prey adjust, Eddie pulled its hips back and pushed deeper inside. The beast gasped. "Tight little thing. You're perfect."
Like a switch had been flipped, slow movements gave way to hurried thrusts that left bruises where no light could touch. Claws dug into the underside of Steve's thighs, pinning him tighter against the creature's front. He felt every labored breath and heard every pleasured groan as he was used. Each rude shove into his hole rocked his entire body and invaded every inch of his most vulnerable cavity.
He wasn't made for this, to be thrust into with abandon by a wild beast as if he were a bitch in heat meant to be bred. It was an affront to nature. But nature would mean to have him eaten instead, and perhaps that was why he relaxed his legs and stopped fighting the rope that bound his hands. His body hurt, and it would no doubt hurt long after this, but he might live.
Steve sobbed and hiccuped. His throat hurt so much from his screams and he resigned to cry quietly as the beast had its way with him.
"Why are you quiet?" Eddie grunted rhythmically in his ear. "I told you to scream."
Steve whimpered and shook his head. "Hurts."
"Your throat?"
Steve didn't deign to answer. He was humiliated enough as it were. The beast seemed to take silence as an answer nonetheless. A hand roughly grasped Steve by the jaw and turned his head enough that he could see the face of the beast who pummeled his guts into submission.
He wasn't sure what he'd expected. Perhaps something akin to tales of impossible beauty, inhuman and sinful. His eyes instead settled on a face that was remarkably ordinary. Beautiful, yes, but not of an unearthly quality. Save, perhaps, for the eyes black as night and plush lips that parted to expose far too many sharp teeth.
The grip on Steve's face tightened to force apart his lips and Eddie dove in to crash their mouths together in a mockery of a kiss. The beast's tongue forced its way down Steve's throat and he convulsed and gagged as it squirmed deep.
He couldn't breathe and tears were pricking the corners of his eyes anew and the cock slamming in his gut kept hitting something deep inside him that went straight to his dick. With a wave of horror and shame, Steve felt an all too familiar sensation that only grew stronger than ever before.
"Hmmmff!!" Steve tried to pull away from the intrusion in his throat and his ass but it was far too late.
His body shook as he came. His cock wasn't even hard, and yet his body responded to the onslaught in the most mortifying way. Without warning the tongue ripped from his throat and Steve sucked in a breath and retched dryly.
The orgasm had his ass clenching around Eddie's cock and the creature bucked wantonly. With his throat coated in slime Steve coughed and wailed.
"Like this, do you?" Eddie snarled with a grin. "And so soon. Couldn't wait for me. Don't feel bad, I'm close."
Steve shook his head. "No!"
"I'm gonna cum inside you. You're gonna take every drop."
"No, please–"
"Such a waste on something without a womb." Eddie sighed, the fact its efforts wouldn't leave Steve fat with its spawn treated as an inconvenience. "But I suppose you will do for now. A great honor for you, carrying my seed. You should be grateful."
"Grateful?!" Steve sputtered indignantly. His outcry was ignored.
"Men will not know, but other beasts will. Everything that swims and crawls will smell it." Sharp teeth nipped at the shell of Steve's ear possessively. "They will know you're claimed. They will know you're my whore."
Eddie punched out the last syllable with one last thrust followed by a raspy groan. Its cock twitched and pulsed inside of Steve's abused hole and spurted jets of sticky cum inside.
Fluid plopped deep inside of Steve, filling him, claiming him. Eddie ground into him and pumped in more of its load before it finally went still with a sated sigh.
"It is good that I chose not to eat you," Eddie growled. "You fit me so well. So eager to take all I give. I wonder if both of my cocks will fit inside of you?"
Steve's eyes widened in panic. Both?
His ass was painfully sore. His insides felt like they'd been rubbed raw and when the presence inside suddenly slipped free it hurt tenfold.
Without preamble he was spun around so his front was against Eddie's. The beast grinned at him wickedly.
Something slippery and soft pushed up to spread Steve's legs apart and settle there, and upon shy inspection, he found it to be the base of the beast's tail. Eddie stretched underneath him, lying lazily afloat as if it were merely dosing. Flanked with fins, its white underbelly faded into human skin and a trail of dark downy hair that blanketed a lean chest.
With the end of its tail lightly splashing water at his back, Steve realized just how long the creature was. It was enormous, some three meters from head to caudal. Straddling its hips, Steve was left no choice but to spread his legs as far as they would allow.
The water gently lapped at Steve's thighs. The pleasant coolness of it felt like an offering of comfort to distract him from his predicament. Claws raked up and down his sides as a hardness pressed into his cleft.
Hope to escape before the beast was done with him was futile. Steve's body accepted its fate, his loosened hole doing nothing to fight the cock that settled deep in him again. The milky white that dripped down his inner legs made the going slick.
A new hardness now nudged at his rim where it sat snugly around the cock's base. Steve's eyes went wide. It poked at him insistently and he couldn't help how he yelped and twitched away from it.
“Relax,” Eddie commanded. ”Unless you want me to change my mind and kill you right now.“
Fear crept up Steve's spine. He hated how helpless he was, how much he depended on the monster where he was. Eddie had no need for him to be breathing, the beast could easily rape him as he drowned.
The man took a settling breath and stilled. The second cock pushed fervently at his ass, demanding entry. He clenched his teeth at the pain when the slippery head popped in alongside the other shaft and took residence in his bowels, stretching his hole further.
Eddie threw its head back in a moan as its cocks settled inside of Steve's tight hole.
Both of the cocks twitched and pulsed, pushing up against organs and forcing his comparatively tiny body to make room. Steve whimpered and squirmed uncomfortably. The movement caused Eddie to buck, which only made Steve squeak at the shock of pain.
”Move. Now,“ Eddie growled.
Steve's blood went cold. He already was being defiled by a savage sea monster and now he was meant to get it off by his own efforts. His body, his entire self, was no longer his own, meant only to satiate the creature's most base desires. He teared up once more and sniffled a bit before he experimentally shifted his hips.
The cocks stretched him and pressed even more firmly into his prostate and it was simply too much. But sharp claws dug into his sides in warning and he quickly forced himself to rise up and down. The cum that filled him already slicked the way but still the shafts tugged meanly at his walls as they slid out with each thrust. Steve set a pace and Eddie's eyes rolled back.
”Faster," it gritted out.
Steve sobbed and bounced quicker. His ass and thighs slapped against water and skin and his hole squelched. The shafts pushed more at his prostate and he saw stars.
”See how well you take me?“ Eddie grinned at him with those terrible sharp teeth. ”You'll never take another like this. I've ruined you. You will crave what only I can give you.“
”N-no.“ Steve's outcry was halfhearted. Even now, he felt yet another orgasm building. The pain was insurmountable and yet, the pleasure he felt was undeniable.
”Yes,” Eddie snarled. He petted up Steve's waist and down his stomach. “Look at how I fill you.”
Slowly, Steve looked down, and he gasped. With the beast's enormous load as well as its two cocks inside him, he could see a bulge. Pressing out from inside his belly, stretching from under his skin. With each roll of his hips, it filled out further. Steve pressed a shaking hand against it, feeling his captor's cocks where they claimed him, and he wept.
Claws dug into his hips now and suddenly he was being lifted and slammed back down by powerful arms. Eddie moaned and Steve screamed as he was reduced to a fucktoy.
His body couldn't take this treatment much longer. He was sore and most likely damaged and bleeding. The beast must have known, too, must have smelled the red that trickled down between Steve's thighs. But there was no mercy in how it used him.
”Just think how much more full you'll be when I cum inside you again,“ Eddie laughed. ”I will still be inside of you. For days. Weeks. Perhaps forever.“
”No!“ Steve wailed.
”Beautiful sirens will wrinkle their noses and look the other way. They'll know I ravaged you. They'll know you let me have you. You'll always be mine!“
The orgasm tore through Steve's body. He moaned and spasmed, walls fluttering around the cocks inside him, milking them of all they had as they pumped an ocean of cum into him.
He must have blacked out when he came. Steve figured as such, because when he opened his eyes, he was looking up at the twilight sky.
He tried to move and was hit with a wave of pain. His body ached. It felt like he'd been punched in the stomach over and over again. Reaching up to rest a hand on it, he found it unmistakably round. His ass hurt, his hole still gaping and steadily leaking milky white.
Water lapped at him and a wave of panic hit, but he floated above the surface. There was solid warmth at his back.
The tips of claws gently scraped his scalp. He closed his eyes, far too tired to resist the pleasant sensation as his hair was played with. The beast's other hand was on his chest, rising slowly with each of his breaths.
”I think I will keep you," Eddie sighed. Its breath tickled Steve's ear. ”Such a perfect little thing. Any creature would be a fool not to cherish you.“
A claw teasingly circled one of his nipples and Steve keened. Exhaustion was making his eyelids heavy. He felt weightless and serene. Why had he been so scared before? He didn't remember. His hole ached so nicely. He felt so full.
”Keep me?“ He purred sleepily.
”Yes.” Soft lips caressed Steve's cheek. “Lovely thing. I think I will never let you leave the sea.“
Steve hummed at the promise. Such a comforting thought, being owned. Never alone. Never empty.
”I won't ever leave,“ Steve murmured. He snuggled tighter against the body that cradled him, kept him afloat.
He cared not for the threats that lurked in the deep blue beneath, even if he could hear them, feel them. They feared the one who held him. With a yawn, he let his eyes slip closed.
—
Steve awoke with a gasp. He stared up at dark wood. It took him a moment for his brain to catch up with his eyes and realize he was in his cot below deck.
His ship. He was home.
”What the hell?“ He murmured out loud. What a strange dream.
He stood out of bed and winced at how his sore body ached. He moved to the mirror in his quarters and paused. He gaped.
His skin was littered with marks. Dark purple bruises that stung when he touched them. Vicious scratches that had been cleaned of blood.
And his stomach—a noise of panic escaped his throat. It was slightly swollen, as if he'd eaten far too much, but he knew he hadn't had a morsel in days. His ass hurt like hell.
And at last, he looked up. A shimmering gold chain hung around his neck. And from it dangled a whistle.