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Jack realized early one morning that Izzy is more forelorn than usual, so he offers up a casual “what if we try a little piss mouthwash? would that help?”, a question that sends a shock through the short man. As Izzy, on his knees and humming pleasantly, swishes it in his mouth, about to swallow CJ says “no swallowing, mutt” and makes izzy hold it. Izzy looks up at CJ, his eyes watering from the emotions of being so full and so warm. CJ looks at him with a sick smile, however one not lacking in adoration. He steps closer, nudging Izzy’s crotch with his boot. “You wanna be a good boy, Iz? Wanna prove your worth?”
Izzy, still having not swallowed, nods his head. CJ looks slightly pleased, “you can swallow. & if you’re a good boy you’ll swab the deck with your filthy tongue till the taste is gone.” Izzy grows wet in his britches, swallows eagerly, the warmth spreading down his throat.
He crawls immediately, the wood grain is rugged and cool, but sanded enough so as to not leave any splinters. He’s mildly disappointed but also grateful, he doesn’t need to get too badly injured. Infections are hard to treat on a ship of pirates. He licks dutifully, his mind empty and buzzing. The lack of control freeing his normally over-controlling mind, letting his muscles relax, hell even his bladder would expel if he was any more relaxed. Izzy licks the dirt from the floor boards, it’s not like you’d find in a fertile plot. More of a dry, residual dirt he finds familiar as it’s easy enough to smell on any given day. The wood and dirt work to make him feel disgusting, humiliated. But his anchor, Jack, watches with adoration, his face lit up. It fuels Izzy, and makes him positively soaked to be used like this.
Jack finds his work sufficient, allowing Izzy to stop and giving him a sloppy kiss on the lips, his own taste of whiskey blending with Izzy’s filth. Jack hands him a pitcher of water and tells him to drink. Izzy gulps it down fiercely, covered in sweat and dirt, tired from his labor but completely indifferent to the ache in his knees because he’s so turned on and so proud. Izzy could cum untouched if he needed to right now. But Jack wouldn’t want that. Izzy whines and Jack knows that means Izzy’s bladder is perfectly full. Jack has a sick look on his face, pity in the eyes and a smirk on his mouth. He pats Izzy’s head, pulls back his hair and whispers in his ear “you wanna piss or do you wanna hump my leg like the good boy you are, so full for me?” Izzy’s mind rushes. He wants everything. But he responds quietly “leg”. Jack takes the position, sitting relaxed on a chair, his leg out and his boots on.
Izzy crawls over, about to mount Jacks boot when he hears the gruff man say “not yet. Lick them clean first.” Izzy obliges, his saliva coating the aged and heavily worn leather. It’s a different taste than the deck, but the dirt is a constant. He finishes, “such a good boy” jack repeats the whole time. Begging, Izzy nudges CJ’s leg with his head. Jack permits him to mount his boot finally, and Izzy’s eyes roll back in his head as his leather pants rub against the newly wet leather boot. His nipples are sensitive, Jack would normally play with them, but he knows that izzy needs to be left to his devices right now for fear of overstimulating his pup. Izzy rubs his tits on Jacks leg, grinding his hips down on Jacks foot, letting the slide of the leather move the interior of his pants against his clit just right.
“What a good dog you are, izzy. You’re so good for me, you filthy boy. Look at how you fuck yourself on daddy’s leg. You’re lucky I’m letting you do this, I should be slapping you around instead but you’ve been so good you’ve earned a treat.” Izzy grinds down, blissed out and unaware of anything other than the sensations. The squeaking of the leather, the smell of the dirt and wood and the residual piss smell on his top lip that Jack was nice enough to let him keep a bit of. He’s so full, so warm and all he wants is to let himself go all over Jacks boots but he doesn’t, not yet. Jack knows what he needs and knows exactly when he needs it.
Finally letting his mind go quiet, Izzy finds perfect friction on the toe of Jacks boot, grinding down on it over and over, his clit rubbing deliciously against it again and again. He’s so close, so insanely close to cumming and finally Jack runs his fingers into the base of Izzy’s hair, and gives a hard tug. Izzy cums immediately. His body shaking, quivering. His hole clenching. He falls against Jack’s leg, riding it out. Jack softly encouraging him “there you go, that’s a good boy. there you go baby.” He feels so good, but he knows there’s better things to come. He sobers up out of his orgasm, excited about what comes next. “You wanna go boy? We can go. You’ve been so good I’ll treat you some more. I’ll fuck your pretty hole and play with your dick. Don’t worry baby.” Izzy looks up at him like he’s god, like he’s his everything and he needs nothing more. His world.
Jack picks izzy up, carries him over to the nearest bunk and lays him down on his back. He slowly removes Izzy’s soaked pants, which stick to his legs. Finally free, he starts licking along Izzy’s legs and then spits on his own dick. A “You ready baby?” wouldve been too nice, not Jacks style. Izzy knows this. Instead, providing a “please” to Jack’s delight.
Jack strokes his thick cock, and in one swift move pushes deep into Izzy. Izzy is instantly filled, stretching around Jacks cock and his legs shake ever so slightly. Izzy gets chills along his body, and Jack grabs his tits for leverage as he glides in and out of Izzy. Pounding furiously, Izzy can’t even catch his breath, and his mind goes blank. Jack grabs Izzy’s face, squeezing his lips and diving in for a kiss when he buries himself deeper. Izzy let’s out a gasp. It doesn’t hurt, not in any way that Izzy doesn’t absolutely love. He wraps his legs around Jack, who turns his attention to Izzy’s cock. Izzy knows for a fact Jack has never cared about anyone cumming but himself, but lately he’s been trying each and every time to make Izzy cum.
Jack rubs his thumb around Izzy’s cock. It sends waves of pleasure throughout Izzy’s body, the warmth spreading through his veins. Then he feels the pressure mounting in his bladder, when Jack starts to move around more and more, still fucking Izzy hard. Jack pushes down on Izzy’s stomach, and gives Izzy permission to let go. The warm liquid flows out of Izzy, and as it covers them both Jack rubs Izzy’s dick until the man goes right around him and his entire body clenches. Izzy’s head falls back, his legs shaking, covered and warm and smelling of piss. The release is euphoric, flooding out of him as the warmth of his orgasm flows through him. Jack’s still hard cock continues, until Jack lets out a loud grunt and slaps his own chest before falling onto Izzy.
It’s bliss. Nothing short of heaven.
Jack moans and licks Izzy’s sweat from his chest. Izzy plays with his hair, Jack still in and on top of him. They stay like that for a while before Jack slides out and Izzy’s left leaking with cum which he really can’t even begin to give a fuck about right now.
Jack holds Izzy close, petting his head before saying the worst thing he could’ve possibly said. “I love you, Iz”