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Malcolm couldn't tell if it'd been their worst idea or their absolute best. It started off a bit uncomfortable, but he got used to the feeling pretty quick as he walked. It was only when the vibrating started that he wasnt sure if he could put up with it. He was almost certain it was a bad idea when he'd been caught off guard and captured. He'd simply been minding his business, curved butt-plug lowly rumbling against his prostate, vibrations controlled by a remote his partner held. Apparently he'd let his guard down too much, and ended up getting jumped whilst enjoying the sensation.
It wasnt the most horny he'd been during a fight, and it let him give some extra passion with his punches, but now he sat tied to a chair, watching some assholes caress his gun, talking about selling her. his hips could barely stay still, but he managed to keep his poker face, flushed cheeks the only hint as to what was going on.
He knew Tobias would find him, but tides it was taking too long. They had plenty of time, the men were only looking to secure his bounty with Gangplank, who's out to sea for the time being, and it was known that the pirate king wanted to kill them himself to make sure they wouldn't be a problem anymore.
"Feelin' antsy? Your partner ain't gonna get you out of this one. We got fellas stationed all around here." One of his captors had seen his fidgeting. Graves gave no reaction, just trying to lean forward a bit to hide his hard on. "Besides, the Captain might be okay with only one of ya alive, and I'd like to see how this puppy barks." He held Destiny up and licked her barrel, hearing a huff from the tied man, who was more bothered by the violation of his gun than the threat.
He closed his eyes and thought of blowing the guy's brain's out, the satisfaction melding with the pulsing in his groin and probably altering his brain chemistry forever. He tried to keep his breathing steady, hearing the men around him mocking him, presuming he was holding back tears. the throbbing in his cock told him that this didn't bode well for future sexual encounters, now probably needing a bit more humiliation than he already did to get off. Just when he'd focused his mind enough to settle down, the vibrations intensified, having him finally throw his head back with a moan.
He knew Tobias had arrived now, but it finally tipped the pirates off to the reality that he was not, in fact, crying. They stepped back from him with perturbed looks, seeing his thighs shaking, knees trying to close despite the bindings on his legs. They shouted at him in disgust, but all he could do was jut his hips and whimper. He saw a flash behind his shut eyes, and the whooshes of air being cut around him, along with the sound of several sharp forces, and finally the recognizable clunk of Destiny hitting the floor.
He lifted his head to see his partner, standing with a smirk on his face, and a small remote in his hand, "y'alright hotshot?" when Graves opened his mouth to speak, he switched the setting to a heavy pulse mode, and saw him writhe in his bondage. He now felt comfortable enough to cry out in pleasure, panting and sputtering, trying to beg. "Plea- Please, I-" the jolts of bliss reverberating through his body was making him unable to speak, only capable of giving a pathetic pleading look to his partner.
Tobias knew this was serious, so he finally gave in, kneeling and leaving no time for teasing as he undid his pants and freed Malcolm's throbbing cock. He gave a few firm pumps to his shaft before it erupted with cum, feeling the pulsing in his firm grip while his partner gasped and huffed through his orgasm. He gradually turned the power down on the vibrator, praising him as he came down from his euphoric finish.
Yea, this would definitely be something they'd try again.