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My serving was a simple meal, but I expressed my gratitude to both gentlemen as I ate, finishing the small helping before they did. By force of habit, I rose to clear my lord’s dishes, but the captain waved me down, and I watched as a ship’s servant scurried in, making short work of clearing the used items before hurrying away, never once meeting our eyes.
“Adam is a fine lad, don’t you think, Blaydon?” the captain asked as he watched the lad leaving.
“He is slim, and pleasing to the eye,” my lord replied.
“As is your servant, Isaac.” I stiffened at the sound of my name.
“What is it you want, Captain?”
“Only to warm my gaze with that which you enjoy on a nightly basis, Blaydon.” He sipped from his wine glass. “I wish my eyes to enjoy what only my ears have heard.”
“You heard us? Together?”
Haversham laughed again. “The walls of my ship are sturdy, Blaydon. And yet they share many sounds. Now, if you’d be so kind . . .”
My lord considered his words for a long moment before he turned to me. “Isaac, please disrobe for us.”
I hesitated only a moment before pulling my shirt over my head. Haversham’s eyes twinkled as I unfastened my britches and pushed them down to my ankles.
“Closer.” Haversham beckoned as I stepped out of the britches. I glanced warily at Lord Blaydon, who nodded his assent. With measured steps, I approached the captain’s chair, and he reached for me, caressing my fundament with a rough hand.
“A fine physique indeed!” Haversham declared. “Turn around, lad. Let me see every scrap of you!”
I did as I was told, keeping my chin raised, and allowing the captain to study my body in its unadorned entirety.
“I’d say the lad was enjoying this.”
“I’m not sure he—” Lord Blaydon began, but Haversham slid his hand beneath my manhood, lifting it to the horizontal. I bit down a whimper and continued to stare forward.
“See? He’s nicely stuffed already!” His hand squeezed me, and the warmth of his palm sent a pleasant shiver through my body. “I dare say, if I were to rub him a little, he’d disgorge the contents of his plums all over my table!” Haversham released my swelling appendage and squeezed my cheek again. “I would consider it a great favor if you were to leave him with me this evening.”
“I couldn’t.” My lord’s brow crumpled.
The captain’s hands curled around my stiffening manhood, which now pointed at the cabin’s ceiling. “I dare to venture he’s anticipating an exciting adventure.” Haversham squeezed my swollen length, a subtle gesture, but one that sent a deep shiver through my body. My lord had never troubled himself to make me come off, focused as he was on his own pleasure. It was later, while he slept that I stroked my aching shaft until I disgorged my excitement into my hand. Haversham’s touch hinted at a different way of loving, a more caring exchange.
“Will you . . . be tender with him?” Lord Blaydon’s voice became unusually soft.
“As I am with all my companions.”
“You assure me?”
“Would you prefer to watch over us?”
Lord Blaydon shook his head quickly. “That is not something I wish to witness. I shall retire forthwith.” He glanced at me one last time. “Good night, Isaac.”
“Good night, my lord.”
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