Sucking the Pirate’s Cock Ch.02 (Gay Adventure)

The sailor has made his interest clear, but what is behind the Captain’s strange reluctance? Fate has brought these two together – will duty tear them apart?
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I was out of practice at waking up in beds that were not mine.
My years in the mines had taught me the importance of constant vigilance. I’d barely been able to sleep anyway, without the rocking of a ship, the gentle singing of the sea. How can you trust the land? It’s likely to drop out from under your feet at any moment. I’d never felt safe on solid ground; in prison mines, even less. Deep repose, the kind that steals your bearing from you and lets you rest your soul as well as body, was foreign to me.
So when I woke, dazed and rested and not recognizing where I was, and found myself both bound and naked, I had an understandable moment of panic.
Then I felt the ship creak beneath me, heard the ocean’s relentless whirl, and calmed. So long as I had the sea, nothing could harm me.
I let myself exist in that space, my freedom singing through my veins like rushing channels. The sunlight was warm and I was not in chains; the ocean called my name and I could finally respond.
I tried to sit up and bodily remembered the ropes around my wrists. This wasn’t a real problem; knots couldn’t hold me. But I found myself staring at these knots, as if they were something more.
The Captain hadn’t wanted me to untie them.
I sighed and leaned back in the bed. The Captain.
I didn’t understand what had happened between us the night before. I understood that he was an attractive man; I understood that my body had, somewhat inexplicably, reacted to that. I could deal with that. People had told me...