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“Did you know, dearest, that I managed to get Mr. Hands to finally show me how the rigging is done?” Stede sounded far too pleased with himself—and rightfully so, considering the position he had Ed in.
Ed was on his stomach, trussed up in ropes on the bed. Arms and ankles tied together behind him, he was left exposed and vulnerable. His cock was already hard and leaking, surely leaving a wet stain on the sheets that Stede would inevitably—fondly—complain about afterwards.
Ed shivered when Stede’s fingers lingered over his spine for a moment too long. He trembled in the ropes and refused to make a noise behind the silken wad of cloth Stede had shoved into his mouth. Like any smart man would do in his position, he glared mutinously instead.
At that, Stede smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was a hint of cruelty in it that the others rarely witnessed; it was reserved for Ed and only Ed. When he spoke, his voice was lower now, eyes dark as he circled around Ed until he couldn’t see him anymore.
“Of course, our delightful Mr. Hands didn’t know the true purpose behind my newfound interest. Still, it was quite fascinating to see how complicated ropes can get, as I’m sure you know. One loose, misplaced knot, and the whole crew might be endangered in a storm!” Without warning, Stede plunged two fingers into Ed’s hole, already wet and prepped for his touch, and Ed let out a shocked, garbled moan. “But don’t you worry, dear. I’m a fast learner when there’s a purpose behind a lesson.”
He took his time to twist his fingers in Ed’s hole, relishing the way he clenched down, the way Ed tried to push back onto his fingers and failed, how he whined when the tips of Stede’s fingers tauntingly ghosted over that perfect little sweet spot deep within before pulling back, offering everything and giving nothing.
“You are a treasure,” Stede sighed, pressing a kiss to the back of Ed’s neck. “I’m going to give you a choice now, love.”
Ed made a small, eager noise, and Stede laughed, pulling his fingers out. Ed whined at the loss, tensing, then relaxed minutely when Stede’s fingers returned, only this time, it was three, not two.
Stede generously drizzled some more oil onto Ed’s hole, rubbing lightly until Ed was nearly shaking in the ropes. He finally indulged, slipping his fingers back in to stretch him open, slowly and steadily.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmured, letting his other hand squeeze Ed’s hip, hard enough that his nails left crescent marks in the skin. Ed keened, then nodded fiercely. “Oh, I know it does. You like feeling good, and I like making you feel good. Which is why I want you to choose. Tell me, sweetheart—would you rather I fuck your sweet ass and fill it up just the way you need, or that bratty mouth of yours, give it something worthwhile to do?”
Ed moaned at the words, eyes fluttering shut. They shot back open when Stede’s hand reached down to grip his flushed cock. Letting out muffled whimpers, he tried to rut into his fist in vain. The ropes nipped at his skin.
“Come now. I like to think I’m a patient man, but even I have my limits.” Stede was grinning, the sadistic motherfucker, Ed could hear it in his voice.
Ed tried to speak, but it came out muffled and inaudible behind the gag.
“What was that?” Stede asked innocently. “I’m afraid I can’t quite make out what you’re saying. It’s too bad, really. The one time I let you choose which hole I’ll satisfy, you can’t even speak up for yourself. Too dumb and desperate to think, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He thumbed cruelly at the slit of Ed’s cock.
Ed’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, whimpering low in the back of his throat.
“Oh, I suppose we’ll see how your mouth does first.” Stede sighed, like he was put upon, when they both knew that he was nothing but a gleeful motherfucker right now. “If you’re good and you don’t come from gagging on my cock, maybe I’ll reward you by fucking your ass too.”
Ed groaned. Please.
Stede pulled his fingers out, leaving Ed loose and hungry. He mewled pitifully, and Stede gave him a small, fond smile.
“The mighty Blackbeard, eager to choke on the Gentleman Pirate’s dick below deck while the crew toils away.” Stede leaned down, just close enough that their noses brushed. “Do you think they know you’re gagging for it?” he whispered. “Do you think they can hear you, see it on you afterwards?”
Ed whined, trying to lunge forward and close the gap between them, but the ropes held him.
“Shhh, gently now,” Stede murmured, sliding a hand into Ed’s hair. Ed quivered as his grip tightened sweetly. “Or else we might gain ourselves an audience. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Ed whimpered, then shook his head as much as Stede’s grip would allow him.
Stede laughed under his breath, finally rewarding Ed with a kiss. “Good boy,” he said, and Ed melted. “Now, stay nice and quiet for me while I have my fun. And don’t forget to thank me after.”