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The Pirate's Captive
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Captain Quinn of the pirate ship, The Marauder, stepped into his stateroom and faced his newest acquisition. The young nobleman looked surprisingly defiant for one who was chained by his wrists between two upright beams.
"You will release me at once!" the prisoner demanded, his eyes flashing the same greenish-blue shade as the gently rolling seas.
Quinn pulled out his desk chair and straddled it, his arms crossed on the high wooden back. "And, why would I do that?"
"I'm the only son of a very important family. A very rich family. They will spare no expense to find me."
"Ah. And, how - exactly - will they find you?" Quinn asked mildly. "It's a very big ocean."
The young man drew his lower lip between his teeth, and Quinn felt his cock rise at the delicious sight. He wanted to feel that soft fullness between his own teeth, and would, soon enough.
"They will pay well for my release," the prisoner said in a low voice, changing tactics.
"I have all the wealth I require."
"Your crew, then. As soon as I tell them of the available ransom, you'll have a mutiny on your hands. They'll take me home and collect it for themselves."
Quinn let his eyes roam slowly up and down the slender figure before him. The creamy yellow blouse with its wide sleeves, gathered at the wrist, perfectly set off the leather cuffs buckled there. The front was open, revealing a flat stomach, and the form-fitting black velvet pants did indeed speak of wealth. "I trust my crew. Most of them, at any rate. I pay them too well to risk rising against me."
The lips tightened and Quinn allowed himself another admiring gaze, making sure his captive saw his eyes linger on the ample genitals concealed beneath the velvet.
"If you lay a hand on me, you will pay for it, I promise you."
Quinn felt his eyebrows rise. "Big talk for a man in your position." The Captain rose, setting the chair aside and approaching to within a few feet of his prisoner. He saw the young man wrap his hands around the chains, saw his muscles tensing, preparing to fight.
"I warn you -"
"What is your name?" Quinn asked, cutting the other off.
"W-what?"
"Your name," the Captain repeated with an indulgent smile. "Surely you're wealthy enough to have one."
A slight flush of color rose into the young man's cheeks, but he lifted his chin confidently. "My name is Benjamin, if you must know. Benjamin Kenobi."
"Well, Ben," Quinn said, watching with amusement the prisoner's reaction to his familiarity, "let me explain what is going to happen. First, you are mine, to do with as I please. Nothing you say or do will prevent that. Do you understand?"
The tip of a tongue moistening lips betrayed Ben's nervousness. "I do not give you permission to touch me," he warned, his muscles tightening even further.
Quinn growled. "I didn't ask for it." He started forward, waiting for the move he knew was coming.
He wasn't disappointed. He'd taken barely two steps when Ben lashed out with both feet. Bare though they were, his boots having been confiscated early, the kick would have done serious damage had it connected. Instead, Quinn sidestepped it, reaching out with a strength honed from years of physical labor and catching one foot in midair. He hung onto it as gravity pulled Ben's other leg back to the floor. The young man hopped as he found his balance, tugging hard at the foot Quinn still held suspended.
"Nice try," the Captain said. He switched hands, holding tightly to the ankle, and trailed his thumbnail up the bare sole. Ben squirmed deliciously in his hold
"Release me!"
Instead of answering, Quinn slipped one hand up the pants leg, letting his fingertips trail over the taut muscles of the young man's calf. Ben gasped, and Quinn smiled. "Oh, we're going to have a wonderful time together, aren't we, Ben?"
The prisoner shook his head in denial, but Quinn was already moving closer, folding the leg he still controlled at the knee, forcing the foot back against the thigh. He could almost smell the young man's fear, and he reached to run one hand teasingly over the velvet-clad ass.
Ben struggled, hopping and tugging at his chained wrists, but he was helpless against Quinn's strength. The Captain eased around behind him and only then released his leg. Almost before the foot touched the floor, he slipped his arm around his captive's neck, his forearm tightening and threatening to cut off his air supply. He stepped forward, freeing his cock and pressing it against that soft, black velvet. With his other hand, he reached around and pressed his palm against Ben's groin.
"Tell me, Ben," he said, his mouth against the curve of the other's ear, "have you ever been fucked?"
Ben went suddenly still, even his breath silent, then he burst into a flurry of motion, struggling. Quinn pulled him tight against his body and held him still, ignoring the battering of a bare heel against his shins, the backward thrust of a hip intended to shove him away.
Quinn chuckled softly. "I'll take that as a no."
Eventually, winded from his exertions, Ben stopped fighting.
"Consider that your first lesson," Quinn whispered to him. "You cannot escape me."
He pressed his hand harder over the young man's groin, feeling the cock already beginning to firm. Releasing it, he moved upward to the ties of the velvet pants. A sound suspiciously like a choked-back whimper reached his ears.
"Shhh, my little songbird," he murmured as he unlaced the ribbons. "Soon enough you'll have cause to sing for me."
The pants were loosened now, and he eased them down the slender hips, surprised to find no small clothes beneath. He fondled the firm ass, the skin warm and silky to his touch, and Ben shook his head.
"No, please," he said, no hint of arrogance now. "Please, don't do this."
Quinn licked the edge of Ben's ear, feeling the body in his arms shiver. "Oh, I'm going to do this, Ben. I'm going to fuck you, hard and fast, and you're going to come for me, aren't you?"
"Nooooo . . ." Ben moaned, trying to shift away from the fingers that were already exploring his crack. One found his anus and slipped inside, and he began to struggle again. "Please, I beg you!"
The Captain chuckled. "There's no need to beg, my pretty one. I'll give you all you need, and more." With that, Quinn pressed his finger in deeper, feeling the dry tightness envelop him. Ben was still twisting in his hold, his muscles clamping tightly around the intruder. Quinn began to pump, in and out, slowly at first, then faster and harder as the sphincter began to loosen. Releasing his hold on Ben's neck, he reached around to grasp the young man's already full erection.
"You say you don't want this, but your body tells a different story." Quinn withdrew his finger, then shoved in again with two. A hiss of pain answered him, and he halted, not wishing to do physical damage. "Breathe, my Ben. Breathe and let your body enjoy this."
The tension around his fingers eased a moment later, and Quinn continued to prepare his captive. Eventually, he judged it was time. He gathered up some of the pre-cum from the end of Ben's shaft and coated his own. Ben's breath was coming faster now, his body trembling, and Quinn nuzzled against the young man's neck, planting a soft kiss just below the hairline. Ben tilted his head slightly, and Quinn took advantage of the distraction to lever his hips forward.
Ben howled as he was impaled. His body galvanized, his muscles going rigid, and Quinn stopped, giving him time to adjust.
"You're no longer a virgin, Ben," the Captain whispered. "Now, you're mine."
He pulled almost all the way out then shoved back in, holding Ben's hips tightly. Another thrust, this one even deeper, and Ben shoved backwards to meet him.
"Yes!" the young man cried, tilting his head backward onto Quinn's shoulder and exposing the long, lean expanse of his throat. Quinn covered the skin with kisses, then drew some into his mouth and began to suck, pulling the blood to the surface and leaving a clear mark of ownership.
Ben writhed in his arms, no longer struggling against the taking but thrusting in rhythm with it. All too soon, Quinn felt his balls draw up tight. He reached around to clasp his prisoner's straining cock. One pump, two, and Ben was moaning, begging for release.
"Come for me, my Ben," he said, and the young man obeyed, spraying ribbons of white come across his stomach and coating Quinn's hand. The muscles in his anus clinched tight, pushing the Captain over the edge. He cried out his lover's name as his climax washed over him.
When his brain cells began to function again, Qui-Gon Jinn found himself still wrapped around Obi-Wan, the padawan bearing most of his not insubstantial weight.
"Love you," he said.
"Love you, too. But, it'd appreciate it if you'd release my wrists. My arms are getting sore, and you're heavy."
Qui-Gon chuckled, forcing his quivering knees to support him as he straightened, reaching for the buckles on the leather cuffs. A second later, he was gathering his beloved into his arms.
"That was wonderful, my own," he said, the afterglow still singing through his nerve endings.
"Yes, it was," Obi-Wan purred. "But, next time, I get to be the pirate Captain, all right?"
The End