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"What's the matter with you today?"
"Hm?" Madi turns to him with a puzzled look.
"That! That's exactly what I am talking about. Have you been listening to me at all?"
She has the decency to look guilty. "I'm afraid not, I'm sorry."
Silver waves her off. He simply can't be angry with her. Besides, he's curious now. "It's all right. But tell me, where are you?"
Her gaze wanders to the other end of the long table, where Flint is sitting and talking to Kofi. Silver watches the two of them and tries to see what's so unusual about it. He finds nothing and looks back at Madi. She's still staring into the distance, her expression absent, almost a bit dreamy. What the hell. Then she shakes her head and looks at Silver again, even more guilty than before. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.
Madi leans forward a little. "Have you ever seen your captain nude?"
Silver stares at her, sure he's misheard. Then heat rises into his cheeks. What the hell. He looks around quickly, but nobody is paying them any attention.
"What," he stammers. "No. I mean, yes. Kind of? We shared a cabin for a while. He changed his clothes there too, of course. But it's not like I consciously watched him do it."
She looks almost disappointed. Then she sighs and the dreamy expression is back. "I saw him. Today."
This conversation feels like a very strange dream. "You saw him naked? Where? And why?"
"I went for a walk by the river. There at this one bathing place located further away, where almost nobody goes. He was standing there and had probably just come out of the water from swimming. Still wet. When he noticed me, he seemed embarrassed and very anxious to cover himself up to make himself presentable again."
"So?" He doesn't understand.
"I can't just tell you. You'll have to see for yourself."
"Well, I can hardly spy on him until he takes his clothes off again, can I?" And why should he? He has no desire to see Flint in any state of undress. However, he can't deny that Madi has piqued his curiosity. Does Flint have some strange physical abnormality? No. If so, she would hardly seem so entranced.
He frowns. "Does he have a big cock? Is that it?"
Madi just smiles coyly. All right, Flint definitely has a big cock. Silver does not feel unsettled or insecure by this knowledge. After all, he is by no means small and Madi never complained.
"This is ridiculous," he decides, and that's his last word on the matter.
==
He can't get Madi's words out of his head, even several days later. Again and again, Silver catches himself making plans for the best chance to see Flint stripped.
Flint is always so damn private. He never bathed with the men in the ocean or the river, always retreating for it because he had his own wooden tub in his quarters - Silver had seen it with his own eyes when he was at his hut for a meeting. The privilege of being a captain. No, Silver can't hope for that.
And so, he lies in wait during one of their meetings. They often last a long time and there is a lot of drinking involved. Today, Silver finally seems to be in luck. After the official part is over, Flint, he and Rackham are still standing together, talking, but Flint is getting more and more restless by the minute.
"I think that's all for today. Now if you'll excuse me." He nods to them and then leaves the room. Silver waits a few seconds so that it doesn't become too conspicuous, then he leaves Rackham behind as well and follows Flint outside. Behind him, he hears the man mutter something about 'this strange lot'.
There's a somewhat hidden spot not far from the great hut that they all use to relieve themselves between meetings and that's where he finds Flint. His back is to him, one hand hanging loosely at his side, the other disappearing in front of his body. Holding his cock, presumably. Silver licks his lips nervously - it's ridiculous. Ridiculous. Why did Madi put this into his head?
He steps up beside him.
"God, that meeting today took bloody ages, didn't it?" he asks in a conversational tone, fiddling with his own trousers. Then he looks at Flint. First to his face because anything else would be truly strange.
Flint glances at him and frowns in irritation. "No longer than usual?" He turns away from him again and Silver takes the opportunity to let his gaze wander downwards.
He was expecting his cock to be either especially long or thick. But it's both. And Silver can't even see all of it, the base is still inside his trousers and covered by his shirt. It's big. It's the largest cock Silver has ever seen, and he's seen quite a few cocks in his time - in such cramped quarters as the ship, that's inevitable. Flint's hand holding it looks almost dainty by comparison.
He stares, his hand still on his unfastened trousers, and he only catches himself when Flint starts to shake off his cock, the last drops of piss falling away. Silver jerks his head forwards, heart pounding against his ribs. Fuck, he hopes Flint didn't see him gaping like a fool.
"So, I'll see you at dinner later?" asks Flint.
"Yeah. Sure. See you later."
==
In the evening, Madi is riding him when he thinks back to his discovery from this afternoon.
"I saw him today. Flint," he blurts out, instead of waiting a few more minutes until they're finished.
"Oh," Madi moans in surprise. "So, have you ever seen a cock this large before?"
"No," he admits.
"Was he hard?"
Silver groans. Because of Madi's movements on him, not for any other reason. He was sweating before and he's getting even hotter. Where or what does she think Silver saw him doing?
"No. He took a piss."
"Then you saw him much closer than I did from a distance! But that's a shame. I really wonder if he gets even bigger than he is in his soft state. It's common, isn't it? Your cock gets bigger when it gets stiff."
"I have no idea if it's common! I've never seen another cock get hard except mine."
Madi continues to roll her hips, but he can see on her face that her mind is somewhere else entirely. "So far, it's been like this with all the men I've been with. I think that makes the case clear. It must be the same with him."
"Is there any reason for me to worry that you're pretty much obsessed with my captain's cock?"
She finally looks at him again. "Oh, no, my love!" She touches his cheek. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm yours."
He reaches for her hip, and she starts to take him more wildly.
"It's just, I need to know. How big he can get. Do you think anyone would be capable of taking him completely in their mouth?"
Silver comes with a hoarse cry. Half dazed, he touches Madi until she comes too.
She rolls off him and they lie next to each other, panting.
"We'll try to see him naked again. To satisfy your curiosity. And after that, we'll let the matter rest, agreed?"
Madi hums in agreement. At least he interprets it as such.
==
A few days later, Silver returns shortly after sunset from his training session with Flint up on the cliffs. They have missed dinner because they have completely lost track of time. Silver hopes that Madi is in her hut. And sure enough, he finds her there, engrossed in a book. She drops it when he bursts in, half out of breath, and eyes him questioningly.
"It was extremely hot on the cliffs today and we were sweating profusely."
Madi wrinkles her nose. "Then you'd better wash up. You won't get into my bed like that."
"Yes, yes," he says and raises his eyebrows meaningfully.
"What?"
"I know someone else who will definitely be washing himself thoroughly tonight."
Her eyes widen slightly as she realises. "This is our chance! Do you think he'll do it in his hut? Or is he going to the river? No, it's too late for that now. Quick, we should hurry so we don't miss it."
They have to walk for a few minutes before they reach the hut Flint has been given. Luckily for them, like most of the huts here, it is built in such a way that there are always small gaps in the wood through which they can peer inside if they want to.
After making sure that no one is around, they quietly sneak around the hut under the cover of darkness and look for the best view. It takes a few moments, but then they find what they are searching for. Huddled close together, they peer inside through the small gap.
In his dimly lit hut - illuminated only by a single lantern - Flint is kneeling on the floor in front of a bowl, his upper body exposed. He is no longer wearing his trousers either, just light undergarments. Right now, he has a flannel in one hand, which he is running over his left arm. From where they are crouching, they can see him at an angle from the side. Life here on the island seems to be doing Flint good, Silver thinks, as he looks at the slight bulge of his belly. He has gained back the weight he lost while they were becalmed, maybe a little more. It suits him – he looks strong and healthy. Ready to take on England.
Flint takes all the time in the world to clean his body. He dips the flannel into the bowl again and again, wringing it out before running it over his body slowly and with great relish.
Silver suddenly feels like an intruder - and yes, they are intruders, after all they originally came here to stare at his cock. But now Silver feels strangely self-conscious watching him wash. He turns away, looks at Madi. He can't see much of her face in the darkness, but she seems mesmerised. What to make of that?
Without taking her eyes off Flint, she reaches for Silver's hand. "Look," she breathes, and Silver looks back inside.
Flint has stood up in the meantime and is obviously about to undress completely. When he pushes his breeches down a moment later, his back is to them. The garment slides to the floor, bunching around his ankles, and Flint's firm, meaty arse is another part Silver has never seen bare. Before he can process the impression, Flint turns round.
All right, Silver was prepared for his big cock by now, but he wasn't expecting those balls. Jesus Christ. They are obscenely huge too, plump and low hanging and fitting his cock perfectly. No wonder he always struts around with the self-assurance of someone who knows that the world belongs to him.
Madi fucking shrieks and puts her hands over her mouth in horror. But it's too late. Flint is startled and frowns. It takes a moment, then he packs himself back into his breeches and reaches for his shirt. In a few seconds he would be outside.
„Shit. Shit, run.“
Madi hurries off and Silver follows her as quickly as possible. He's glad to be wearing his peg leg today, which doesn't exactly allow him to run, but at least he's faster than with his crutch. The darkness is hopefully also their friend and hides them from Flint's view.
Panting, they arrive in Madi's hut.
"Fuck, that was damn close."
"I'm sorry. I really am. But... did you see that?"
A few seconds later, Silver is leaning against the wall while Madi presses herself against him and they kiss wildly. They are too impatient to undress properly or take their time. They just lean against each other, while hurriedly touching themselves.
"John," Madi moans as her hand works under her skirt. "He is gorgeous. Just imagine what it would feel like if he took you from behind. Hard and deep. His balls would slap against you with every thrust. It would be such a delicious feeling.“
"Oh God," he gasps, feeling somewhat hysterical. "Madi. This is so fucking wrong."
"What? We're just talking. He'll never know. Just... imagine."
Silver has always had a vivid imagination. He imagines Madi kneeling on the bed and Flint standing behind her, fucking her with a merciless rhythm. The obscene noises that would come from his fat balls slapping against her skin. And Silver watching. It's disturbingly arousing.
Then the unbidden image of him bent over the bed being taken by Flint slips into his mind. His balls smacking against Silver's own.
"Oh God," he repeats, but fuck. His hand moves faster and harder on his cock, and he gasps against Madi's mouth, not quite a kiss, not not a kiss.
"I want to watch him fuck you," Madi murmurs, biting his lower lip. Jesus. Flint would split him in half with his monster cock. Silver comes hard and she follows just a few seconds later. Her legs give way, and she leans her weight on him, but he feels weak too and together they sink to the floor, panting.
"It's just talk, right?" he whispers.
"Yes," she says. Then, "We still haven't seen him hard. We must."
"I know." This - whatever this was - wouldn't end before that.
==
For days, they sneak past his hut after dark. Sometimes in pairs, sometimes alone - with the order to get the other one immediately if they catch Flint in any state of undress. Sometimes he's already asleep, most of the time he's sitting up in bed reading some book.
"It won't work like this," Madi decides after five days without success. "We have to put him in an amorous mood. He needs to feel… inspired. You told me he once had a male lover. So, you should play the bait."
"And how exactly do you envision that?" he asks, feeling a nervous twinge in his stomach.
"I don't know. You'll think of something. Just get his imagination going a bit."
Silver rolls his eyes. He has no idea what could arouse Flint. They spent hours together every day up on the cliffs, coming close to each other, sweating, panting. Wasn't that proof enough that Flint had no such interest in Silver? But Madi sounds so eager, and Silver just can't deny her a wish.
"I'll try," he promises.
The next day he is inattentive and clumsier than at their very first training session, but his thoughts only revolve around how he can awaken Flint's interest. The way he's acting, he seems to be doing the exact opposite. Almost from the very start, Flint wears a deep frown on his face. Finally, he lowers his sword in clear frustration.
"Why does it seem that you have forgotten everything I ever taught you?"
"I'm sorry. Just can't seem to concentrate today."
Flint scrutinises him. "Let's take a short break?"
Silver nods and they sit down. He hesitates for a moment, then pulls his shirt over his head and wipes his face with it before throwing it on the ground beside him. "Maybe it's the heat that's making my head heavy." It's another very hot, humid day. There will probably be a thunderstorm soon.
Something pokes against his arm, and he turns his head. Flint is not looking at him, but towards the sea, and has tapped him with his flask, which is filled with water. "Have a drink."
Frustrated, Silver takes the flask from him. Why doesn't Flint even look at him? His ignorance only fuels Silver's ambition. He groans exaggeratedly after taking a sip. "Ah, that feels amazing. Here, you should take a sip too.“
He waits until Flint turns round and only then holds out the bottle to him. His eyes flit briefly over Silver before he takes it from him and drinks in big gulps. Silver watches him, the way his throat works as he swallows. A drop of water trickles down his chin and Madi has driven him crazy with all her talk, because he imagines licking it off.
"How about we call it a day?" he suggests and smiles in a disarming way. "We go back to the village and... no, we don't go to the village, otherwise someone will just demand something from us. We'll go straight to the swimming spot by the river. Fuck, I can already feel the cool, refreshing water all over my skin."
Flint eyes him again, his gaze unreadable. Then he nods. "Let's go back." Silver can't believe his luck and holds back a triumphant grin. He's got him now. He can move much more easily in the water, isn’t so ungainly. There he will succeed in seducing Flint thoroughly and then leave him hungry for more.
Arriving in the village is like taking a cold bath, without any water. "I have some business to attend to, but you should get Madi and take her to the river. Enjoy the afternoon off," Flint says, leaving him standing there without waiting for an answer. Silver wants to scream in frustration. Worse still, he feels hurt in his pride. He had so blatantly offered himself, why doesn't Flint want him? Yeah, right.
In the evening, he doesn't feel like accompanying Madi to Flint's hut. He wants to save himself the disappointment.
But then Madi doesn't come back. At first, he tells himself that she might have met someone else from the village who stopped her. If there had been something to see, surely, she would have gone back to get him? That had been the deal. Silver becomes restless and when Madi returns more than half an hour later, he jumps up from the bed. "What took you so long?"
"I'm sorry." She looks downright flustered.
"You saw him?" He can't avoid sounding somewhat accusatory.
"No. I would have come for you. But when I arrived at his hut, he was already naked."
Silver frowns. Madi makes no sense, her words contradicting each other.
"He was on his bed, again with only a single lantern giving off dim light. It was just bright enough to see that he was lying on his stomach, half on his side, facing the wall. Wait, let me show you."
Quickly, she undresses and then lies down on the bed, just as she described. Half on her stomach, one leg stretched out long, the other bent and slightly pulled up. "Like this. I couldn't see his cock. But what I could see was his hand." She reaches behind her with one arm and guides her hand between her buttocks. Strokes her fingers back and forth. "Teasing himself at first, just like this. But then he started to fuck himself with his fingers.“
His mouth is dry, his cock quickly filling to full stiffness. Madi is still stroking herself, certainly revelling in the images that have presented themselves to her.
"Do you think he imagined it was you fucking him?"
"I don't know," he croaks and starts to undress as well. As soon as he is naked, he lies down beside Madi and lets his hand join hers. She is soaking wet, and he moans softly.
"I imagined going into his hut. Slipping into his bed. He shouldn't be alone. Someone should show him some appreciation for everything he does for us."
"Appreciate his cock, you mean?"
"I can't stop thinking about whether I could fit him completely in my mouth. It would probably be better to split the work. Yes, I think it would take two people."
In his mind, he and Madi get down on their knees for Flint, each sucking at one of his balls. Licking at his cock. "Shit, I wouldn't be any help to you. I don't know a thing about sucking cock."
Madi rolls onto her back, looks at him. "You're a quick learner though. I can teach you.“
Silver isn't sure what she means - he imagines her explaining her every move to him as she sucks his cock, but how is she going to talk when her mouth is full and - oh. She's pulled something out of the small cupboard next to her bed and he stares at the smooth, elongated piece of wood in her hand. The carving gleams slightly and is an almost perfect replica of a human cock. The swollen head, the broader base, obviously intended to imitate balls.
Even as he stares - all sorts of scenarios play out in his head as to how Madi has used this replica on herself - Madi has laid back down on her back, her head slightly higher on her pillow. She holds the wooden cock with one hand over her pubic bone, amidst the curly black hair there.
"Come on, suck my cock," she commands, and Silver's prick twitches violently. The vulgar words are nothing he ever expected to hear from Madi's mouth, and he has never been more aroused.
He slides down her body, head and doubts turned off.
"Start slowly at the base and lick all the way up to the head. You want to get it all wet. Yes, just like that. You're doing very well,” she purrs.
It feels odd. Hard and lifeless. But his cock still throbs as he follows her instructions.
„Now suck on it. Use your tongue, slide it around the tip, play with it. Yes. I know it won't be difficult for you, you're so skilled with your tongue. So good at licking and pleasing me. This is not so different.”
He groans. It still feels strange, but he has found a rhythm and now that the piece of wood is covered in his saliva, he can slide his lips up and down it more easily.
Madi thrusts her hips upwards, grabbing his head with her free hand, and he holds still, allowing her to use his mouth in this way.
"Perfect. I knew it. So hungry for it. Maybe I should fuck you with it. Is that what you want, hm?" Jesus. He already had her fingers in his arse a time or two and knows that it can feel extremely good. His moans sound muffled, and he needs more, he needs...
"You would take it so nicely, wouldn't you? I'm sure the Captain will appreciate what I'm doing. You will be well-prepared to suck his big cock. To be fucked by him."
Silver comes like that. His lips stretched around the artificial cock, moaning like some whore, Madi's filthy whispers in his ear.
With half a mind, he takes the wooden cock out of Madi's hand and throws it next to her on the bed. Then he buries his face between her legs and starts licking her greedily. This is so much better. The smell, the taste, the warmth and the trembling under his tongue when she comes.
Then again, an inanimate piece of wood is no comparison to a real cock. Having Flint's in his mouth would undoubtedly feel better too.
==
A few more days go by without much happening. Silver has made a habit of following Flint outside after meetings and pissing next to him. By now, he's gotten better at not staring so conspicuously and stealing little glances instead. Madi manages to bump into Flint one more time while he's swimming at the river. But nothing exciting.
Tonight at dinner, Flint says goodbye shortly after emptying his plate which is quite unusual for him.
"Excuse me," he says to Madi and Silver. "The day has been demanding and to be honest, all I'm looking forward to now is a relaxing bath."
Flint had not only given Silver another training lesson today but had also organised a training session in the village square for anyone who was interested, and there was no small crowd of men and a few women who showed up to train with him and each other, improving their weapon handling and fighting techniques.
Madi and Silver glance at each other at the same time as soon as Flint turns away. If they don't act as clumsy today as they did last time, they might be able to watch longer and see way more.
They wait a reasonable time so as not to make their departure too obvious and to give Flint enough time to fill the tub in his hut with hot water.
But when they finally arrive at his hut and take their usual place in front of their favourite spyhole, Flint is not sitting in his wooden tub. He has lit several lanterns and is lying in bed on his back. Without a shred of clothing on, which means they can see everything. His nude form from head to toe. His semi-hard cock lying on his stomach, his bulging balls.
Flint drizzles some oil on his right hand and then takes hold of his cock. He strokes it slowly, base to head, until it glistens wetly. It grows, gets fully stiff and Madi finally gets her answer - hard, he seems even more impressive than soft.
Despite the size, his cock remains almost upright, leaning only slightly to one side when Flint lets go of it. Instead, he grabs his balls and pulls on them, groaning throatily. He massages them for a bit before returning his attention back to stroking his cock. All of this not exactly gently but rather rough. Is that how he prefers doing it? The way he is writhing on the bed, one could at least think so.
“He's magnificent,” Madi whispers. She is pressed close to his side. He hears her frantic breathing, feels her body trembling with excitement and assumes that she senses the same things in him.
Silver is so focused on the hand on Flint's cock that it's only minutes later that he realises there's also something to see further up. Flint's other hand is caressing his chest, kneading one of his breasts and playing with the rosy nipple, pinching and rubbing. God, he is so pale everywhere, the only colour the myriads of golden freckles, scattered all over his body.
Madi was right. Flint shouldn't be alone. For how long had his own hand been the only touch he'd received? It's not fair.
"You could go inside, join him. If you want," Silver murmurs.
"What?”
"You desire him, you've made that abundantly clear. And he's been alone for so long. He'd be mad to turn you down." Yes, that seems right. The two of them, wielding power so easily - a perfect match.
"John. You don't really believe…”
Their discussion is interrupted by a hoarse cry and their heads snap back to the spyhole.
Flint, meanwhile, has gone back to stroking his cock with hard, quick jerks. He tosses his head back, groaning, lost in pleasure. Milky white drops of fluid begin to ooze from the tip. His balls are drawn up tight and he will come, and all his semen will spurt into nowhere.
„No. No, what a fucking waste”, Silver whines but it’s too late. The first rope of white shoots across Flint’s stomach, the next one hits his chest. His stomach again. And it doesn’t stop then. It just keeps coming, slowly trickling over his fingers, making a huge mess.
Silver leans his forehead against the wall, feeling utterly exhausted. Even though he hasn't even come yet and fuck, but he's rock-hard in his trousers.
It occurs to him too late that this is all too perfect. The brightly lit hut, Flint's positioning so that they have a clear view. As if he had put himself on display just for them. When Silver hears the footsteps behind them, they have no time to run away.
He turns around with a sinking feeling in his stomach and there stands Flint, a lantern in his hand and with a stormy expression on his face. The fact that he is only wearing breeches, and his shirt hangs loosely over them, doesn’t make him look less menacing.
They slowly stand up.
"It is very rude to spy on someone like that,” he says, and Silver can only stare at his face. He's still flushed and it's no wonder. Just a few minutes earlier, he had been preoccupied with completely different things. Touching himself. Coming all over himself.
"Yes? So, this show wasn't meant for us, then?" Madi asks slyly and Flint smirks. Slow and dangerous.
"How long have you known?" she asks.
"Since one of your first late-night visits. When I heard the noises at night and went out to check. There was nothing there, but the next morning I walked around the hut again and saw your footprints in the damp earth. The peg leg is quite unique. After that, I noticed more and more incidents."
Fuck.
Flint tilts his head. "And now tell me, what the hell is that all about? I don't appreciate being played with," he growls. Silver knows what he looks like when he's upset. This right now – this is Flint, vulnerable.
"We meant no harm,” Madi says. ”We were just admiring what magnificent assets God gave you. We came to... worship."
That was not an agreed thing. But if Silver is completely honest with himself, he always knew it would end like this.
Madi takes a step towards Flint, now standing directly in front of him, and places both her hands on his chest. "Will you let us?"
Flint's eyes dart past her to Silver, probably to gauge his reaction. What even is an appropriate response to your partner throwing herself at another man? A man with a gorgeous cock which Madi deserves to get.
Silver walks towards them without avoiding Flint's gaze. “What she said.”
"No, wait, you're telling me that instead of just letting me know this, you chose to watch me in secret?"
"And that was wrong of us. Maybe you should discipline us for such misbehaviour," Madi suggests.
Silence for a few seconds. “Discipline you?“ Flint rasps, in near disbelief.
She nods. "Show us the consequences for staring disrespectfully. For lusting after you without doing anything about it. Tormenting you with it.“
Once again, Silver is sure he can see behind the mask. Flint looks at them impassively, considering, as if the decision has not yet been made. The twitching fingers at his side, half-hidden in the shadows, and the rapid rise and fall of his chest give him away. His captain is desperately trying to keep his longing under control.
"Is that what you both want?"
"Yes," Madi says without hesitation.
Flint's gaze bores into his. Suspicious, hopeful.
"Yes," Silver whispers.
Flint nods. "Come back here tomorrow night after dinner." His gaze wanders over them. "You won't touch each other until then. That will be your punishment. Understood?"
Silver swallows, more than aware of his still throbbing cock.
"Yes," they both agree, one after the other.
==
Every single minute until the next evening passes agonisingly slow. Silver's night was restless and in their meetings he is unfocussed. Madi is also unusually fidgety. Not out of nervousness, but as if she can hardly wait for whatever is going to happen tonight.
He has no appetite at dinner and instead spends most of the time watching Flint, who seems completely unfazed. That bastard.
"Here, eat this," Madi says, pushing a bowl towards him. "You'll need your strength for later."
He forces himself to take a few bites, mainly for Madi's sake. He doesn't even know what exactly he's eating right now, his thoughts a big mess.
Not long after Flint has finished eating, he apologises for the evening and retreats. Silver would like to go right after him, just to finally break this tension, but Madi holds him back and makes him wait another few endless minutes.
Then, finally.
Flint is sitting on the one chair in his hut when they come in. It's nowhere near as impressive as the chair in his cabin, but it serves its purpose. Having invited them in, he hasn't offered them a seat and so now they stand before him like two ill-behaved children awaiting more punishment.
“Have you obeyed my order and not touched yourselves?”
"Yes," they both answer at the same time.
“That's good. Very obedient. And now you're going to confess everything to me now. When did this start?"
"After I saw you at the river. We spied on you since then, trying to catch another glimpse."
Flint nods, satisfied with Madi's honesty. He looks to Silver. "How often?"
"By the river. Every time you pissed after a meeting. We walked past your cabin every night. Twice we stayed. Well, three times if you count yesterday. And I've tried to spark your imagination a little."
"Ah. That day on the cliffs when you fought so badly."
And completely failed at seducing Flint. Silver lowers his eyes. "Yes."
"Why?"
"It was all my idea," Madi says.
"Why?" Flint repeats.
"Because I couldn't forget what I saw at the river. At that moment, I knew I wanted some of that marvellous cock, no matter what.”
Flint leans back a little more, lets his thighs fall further apart. He's hard, he's enjoying this. Silver can clearly see the outline of his cock and once he notices it, he can't look away.
"You're doing it again. Staring," Flint reprimands him.
„Because he wants you too,” Madi says. “As I said yesterday, we are here to worship. You just have to take what is freely offered to you.“
"So far I've only heard you claim that," Flint says and rises slowly, his eyes fixed on Silver. The request is clear. He wants to hear confirmation from Silver that he wants him too.
It's just - Silver can't bring himself to say it because he doesn't want to lie. Not about this. And after all, he's only here for Madi and her desire. That's what he kept telling himself. He entertained her whims, all the talk in their bed and he's willing to watch them fuck - yes, all right, he's damn curious what they will look like together, what she will look like, impaled on Flint's monster cock.
Madi walks towards Flint, her movements graceful, seductive. "He's just a bit shy," she says and Flint huffs in clear disbelief. Then he gazes at Madi, who stands just as close to him as she was the night before. She leans towards him and whispers something in his ear that Silver can't make out. Flint looks at Silver again as he puts his hands on Madi's sides and slowly slides them down to her waist.
Silver's heart stops beating as Madi places her hand on Flint's cheek and draws him closer. It starts hammering as Flint tilts his head and she runs her fingers through his beard, touches his lips. The tension is almost unbearable.
When she finally kisses him, something in Silver bristles at the sight. He takes a few steps towards them. But Madi is not his property, they have made no promises to each other, and she can kiss whoever she pleases. And Jesus, but they... They look good together, creating a sensual image that he will probably never get out of his head again.
He flinches as he feels something touch his hand, so absorbed in his thoughts. Madi grabbed his wrist, and pulls him closer now. As soon as he is right next to them, she grasps the back of his neck and stretches towards him for a kiss. With a wildly thumping heart, he responds, letting her soft lips soothe his mind. “It's all right, you are allowed to” she whispers between kisses.
All too quickly she breaks away from him again and then looks expectantly back and forth between Flint and him.
He is still all tensed up on the inside, but he grins easily and leans towards Flint to make the first move and take back some control. He isn’t shy. It's nothing, it's perfectly normal, he isn't scared of this.
Their lips touch and time stands still for a moment. Then Flint responds to the kiss and from one second to the next it's gentle touch turned into all-consuming passion, because of course Flint is nothing in between. He seems hungry, like he's starved, and Silver has no doubt the hunger is for him. Flint wants him. Maybe he has for a long time. Maybe always. But he has held back all this time, buried his yearning deep down. It's breaking free now and Silver feels as if his entire world is being turned upside down. This is Flint. Jesus. It’s Flint. He groans, pushes closer and Flint replies by pulling him firmly against him, arms tightening around him possessively.
"Whatever awakening you're having right now, can you address this later?"
Panting, they break away from each other. Shit. He presses an apologetic kiss to Madi's lips, trying not to think about what that just meant.
Madi kisses him back, then looks at Flint again - and isn't it endearing that the tips of his ears have turned slightly red? "Don't make me wait any longer.”
A brief smirk flashes across Flint's lips, then he nods towards the bed. "Very well. Make yourselves comfortable."
They follow the order and sit down on the edge of the bed while Flint follows. Standing in front of them, he fiddles with his trousers, opens them and pulls out his cock, which springs up proudly now that it is no longer constricted by his trousers. Flint pushes them down even further and lifts his shirt a little with one hand. At last, they see him up close in his full glory. His heavy balls, the large cock, nestled in a thatch of pale copper hair.
"This is what you wanted, yes?" asks Flint as he slowly strokes himself. Silver's mouth waters. Oh God. It's so damn big.
"Please," Madi begs.
Flint steps closer. "Show me how much.”
That's all the encouragement Madi needed. She leans forward and presses her face against his base with a moan. Silver can see her eagerly start to lick him and bites his lower lip to hold back any noises that might escape. Shit. One moment he's jealous of Flint, the next of Madi, but he can do something about that, can't he? He leans forward too and runs his tongue along the full length of Flint's cock. It feels hard and yet velvety at the same time and a mild, musky scent hits his nose. Worlds better than the wooden cock. Silver nuzzles his balls and hears Flint groan.
Seconds later, he feels a hand in his hair and looks up without retreating. Flint's eyes are so dark that the green in them is barely recognisable. He squints to the side, sees that Flint has his other hand on Madi's head.
“Keep going,” he rasps.
Together they get his cock all wet. Just like Madi had described. She is the first to try to put it in her mouth and she gets about halfway down on it before she pulls back again and licks the tip, moaning. Tries again, head bobbing, and Silver just watches, strangely fascinated, as her right cheek bulges obscenely.
Panting, she draws back after a while and must admit defeat. Flint caresses her cheek. "You did well.” His cock glistens with Madi's saliva and he grips it near the base, slowly pumping his hand, pulling back the skin to reveal the flushed, swollen head.
Silver licks his lips, sliding restlessly forwards on the bed. Flint turns more in his direction and Silver opens his mouth a little. A silent invitation.
“Think you can take it, hm?” Flint asks huskily. He slaps his shaft against Silver’s lips and then his cheeks and it's a fucking shock.
“Captain,” Siver moans, surprised by the lust coursing through his body, although he should probably be upset at being treated like this.
"Go on, suck my cock."
It's the same command Madi had recently given him, and Silver dives forward. He knows what to do.
He wraps his lips around Flint's cock, watches his teeth and suckles on the head. He runs the tip of his tongue over the slit, flicks it against the underside and he is proud of every little needy sound he can elicit from Flint who has buried a hand in his hair again.
"Should have known you had a talented mouth," Flint groans and Silver feels encouraged to try more.
Perhaps a little too much, because after he overconfidently takes a few more inches of Flint's cock into his mouth, he nearly chokes on it and has to pull back, coughing a little.
“Easy there,” Flint murmurs, running his fingers through Silver's curls. ”It's a lot, I know.” God, the arrogance. And worse, he has every right to be.
Shit, Silver wanted to be good at this, wanted to hear more of Flint's praise. He presses an apologetic kiss against his tip, licks over it and is glad to see Flint close his eyes in pleasure. So Silver returns to just sucking the head.
“Yes, just like that. Feels so good,” Flint murmurs, voice rough and a shiver runs down Silver's spine.
Flint's eyes are still closed, so Silver looks over at Madi, who has leant back a little on the bed and is watching them both with great interest. A hand disappears under her skirt and Silver recognises from the movement that she is touching herself. His cock gives a little twitch and with a muffled moan, Silver closes his eyes as well. He surrenders completely to all the sensations for a few minutes. Flint's fingers in his hair, the occasional tug on it. The heavy weight on his tongue. The small gasps from both Flint and Madi. When he tastes a faint salty flavour, it takes him a moment to understand that it's Flint's semen.
A little distressed sound escapes him at this discovery. Is Flint about to come down his throat? God, he hopes so. The wish is unexpected and almost shameful. He has completely forgotten himself and has to recall that they are here because of Madi.
Speaking of her. There is a rustle next to them and Silver pulls back. They both look over at Madi, who is pulling her dress over her head with nothing else on underneath. As always at the sight of her beauty, Silver's cock throbs and desire rushes through him. He notices that Flint is also staring, his gaze wandering over her in admiration.
"I feel a little underdressed here," she says, all coy suddenly.
Flint doesn't hesitate and begins to undress completely as well.
Silver takes a little longer because he needs to remove his peg leg and when he turns back to the two of them, they are lying on the bed, entwined, kissing. Flint on his back, Madi at his side, her slender hand stroking his cock. It seems tiny.
Madi looks up, a content, lazy smile on her lips. "Come here," she entices Silver and because Flint is lying in the centre of the bed, he has no choice but to lie down on his other side. Silver has no choice but to snuggle close to him to reach for Madi and caress her cheek. His hand slides down from her face to Flint's chest. Explores him because why not. His warm skin, the muscles underneath. He's all hairy and Silver can't stop running his fingers over the fine hairs, which are surprisingly soft.
Flint hums and reaches for his neck, slowly pulls him closer, into another intense kiss. He starts his own exploration, letting his calloused but gentle fingers run down Silver's collarbone, his chest, down to his belly, along his side. They spread across one butt cheek, pressing down into the yielding flesh. Silver arches into his touch, can't hold still. He rubs his thumb over Flint's hard nipple, drinking in his soft gasp. Fuck, he is so responsive to every little touch. Starved, Silver thinks again.
„Here,“ Madi murmurs. She takes Silver's hand and guides it to Flint's balls, gently squeezing his fingers together around them. "Do you feel that? How heavy and full they are? Those big juicy balls, filled with the sweetest semen.”
Flint groans. Even louder, as Silver pulls lightly on his sack.
With one fluid movement, Madi moves on top of Flint and sits over his thighs. "I need you inside me," she breathes, "Please tell me I can have you. Just like this?" She rolls her hips, rubbing herself against Flint's shaft.
He reaches for her waist. "You can take whatever you want."
Madi lifts her body and reaches for Flint's cock, holding it the way she needs it. Slides forward a little more. She sinks down, takes it inch by inch, and her face - fuck, her face. Her mouth slightly open, her eyelids flutter. Pure bliss when he is completely inside her. Silver can't look away, especially not when she starts to move.
“Oh my god. Oh fuck. Oh, oh.” Almost immediately, she is a whimpering mess on top of Flint, not holding back to show this, and Silver shifts restlessly around. He has to grab his cock and squeeze it at the base, so he doesn't embarrass himself and get off just at the sight of this.
Flint lies still, letting her take what she needs, the only movement being his hands caressing her waist and thighs. He stares up at her, his eyes roaming back and forth between her face and her bouncing breasts, something like wonder in his expression.
“She is stunning like this, isn't she?” Silver murmurs. A bit proud. It's something he's always admired about her – she knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to claim it for herself.
Flint nods, and swallows. “You are,” he says to her, still staring up. Then his gaze darts to Silver. ‘’You both are.”
"Well, you're not so bad yourself," Silver teases him - because that's easier than accepting the compliment - and earns a rakish smirk.
A violent twitch announces Madi's peak, and she only lets out a tiny moan, as if surprised by the suddenness herself. Trembling, she sinks forwards, leaning her head against the crook of Flint's neck. He runs his hands over her back, his face contorted with lust. Even though he's holding still right now, it's clear he's desperate to continue fucking her.
"I'm not done with you yet. Just give me a moment," she pants. “You're not allowed to come inside me, do you understand?”
“Of course. I understand, only Silver is permitted to do..." He yelps as Madi bites him in the shoulder.
"Listen to me. You can't come yet. You'll pleasure me once more and then you’re going to breed John. You will fill him up real good.“
Jesus fucking Christ. Silver would have been happy if they'd ignored him completely and just let him keep watching. Oh, really?
Madi looks at him and her eyes glint as if this was her plan from the beginning. It makes sense. It makes so much sense when Silver thinks back to all the times she's talked about watching Flint fuck him. Just now, when she was touching herself at the sight of them together. She wants to see this. Maybe she wants it even more than being taken by Flint herself. And Silver will give it to her, because he can't deny her a wish.
Flint looks at him too, eyes all dark with desire, but there's still some lingering doubt. He puts his hand to Silver's cheek and brushes a thumb over his lips. Silver flicks his tongue out, licks his finger while keeping eye contact. Enjoys the soft gasp he coaxes out of Flint.
"Have you ever been with a man before? Like this?" Flint murmurs.
"Not exactly?"
"What do you mean by that? Yes, or no?"
Is there a wrong answer here?
"I think what he's saying is that, even though he's never been with a man, he knows what to expect. I've prepared him well over the last few weeks," Madi says and sits up.
"A few more details, if you please." There is a hint of desperation in Flint's request.
She smiles smugly. "I have this beautiful wooden cock that I use when I'm feeling lonely. I made John suck it. I fucked him with it. Had him whining like a cat in heat underneath me."
Silver closes his eyes as heat rushes to his face. He can't look at either of them.
"I see," Flint croaks, pressing his thumb a little harder against Silver's lips. He opens them and Flint pushes inside. A thrill runs through Silver as he sucks on it, eyelids fluttering open.
He stares directly into Flint's eyes, glazed over with arousal, and is unable to look away.
"You want it? Want me?” It's the same question as before.
Silver hums affirmatively.
Flint lets out a deep moan and turns his head towards Madi, who has started moving above him again, slowly circling her hips. There is this blissful, out of this world expression on her face again and Silver moans too, biting Flint's finger lightly. Fucking hell, yes, he wants him too. He wants to feel what Madi is feeling right now.
“Just be patient a little longer,” Flint murmurs and withdraws his hand.
A moment later, he holds a vial with oil out to Silver. “Work yourself open until we're done.”
He feels a little clumsy as he shoves a finger up his own arse – whenever Madi did it, it definitely felt better – but he's desperate and has no choice while the other two are busy with each other.
He watches as Flint braces his feet against the mattress and begins to fuck into Madi in earnest. During the first round he had let her take the lead completely, but he seems to sense that she just wants to let herself go now. Proving what an attentive lover he is.
“It feels so good, John. He's so fucking big. You can't imagine... god, yes.” She rests one hand on Flint's broad chest and rubs her clit with the other in a quick rhythm.
Silver whines, adds another finger. He doesn't begrudge Madi. He doesn't. But he sees Flint's face twisted with pleasure and he becomes nervous. His own need is growing and… “Don't you dare make him come. Fuck. Don't…”
"Don't worry, he'll save himself for you. Won't you, Captain?"
Flint grunts and Silver watches as drops of sweat roll down his temple.
“Please. I need… need you too”, Silver pleads brokenly, dropping any pretence of restraint. “Need to know what it's like to have you inside me. I want…”
“Silver”, Flint groans. “Fuck. Stop that. You, begging to be fucked by me is not exactly helping me to keep clear-headed.”
Silver bites his lip, trying to keep quiet. So, this is what true desperation feels like.
All he can do is keep watching the two of them. He can see that Madi's thighs are starting to quiver with exertion and Flint also seems to notice this a moment later. He grabs her by the hips and then he turns them both around so that Madi is lying underneath him.
Now he has all the freedom of movement he needs to pound into her with long, hard thrusts while he supports himself with his arms next to her body. Madi wraps her legs around his hips, clawing her fingers into the sheets.
“Ah, ah, yes, just like that, I'm…” Her moans turn to whimpers and then she comes with a high-pitched scream for the second time that evening, her whole body twitching beneath him.
Flint immediately pulls out as if any further movement would be too much, sits back on his heels, panting. His cock glistens wet with Madi's juices, and he squeezes it at the base, closing his eyes, coming down from this temptation.
After a moment he opens them again, looks at Madi. Touches her ankle. “You good?”
“Yes, thank you,” she sighs and then waves him off. “You can take care of John now.”
Flint's hungry gaze pierces straight into Silver's very core, sparking a feral desire in him. Fuck, but he's trembling with want. “Are you ready? Please tell me you're ready for me.”
“Ye- yes.”
“Good. Turn over. This makes it easier for the first time.”
The first time with a man? The first time being fucked by such a large cock? Anyway, Silver rolls eagerly over onto his stomach and pushes himself up on his knees, shifting his weight onto his right knee and his upper body. Hopefully he can keep his balance that way.
“Wait, let me see if he...”
He feels Madi's unmistakably slender fingers at his hole, fumbling, pushing in, stretching.
“Yes, he's all ready.” She withdraws.
“Move back a little,” Flint orders and Silver slides back, getting closer to the edge of the bed. He understands what Flint has in mind - he's going to fuck him while standing.
“Let me add some oil.”
He is penetrated again, and with an excited jolt Silver realises those are Flint's fingers inside him now. Thicker than Madi’s, but no less careful, spreading the oil. They disappear after a moment and then something even thicker prods between his cheeks.
Flint's cock is slick, probably still partly because of Madi, partly because of the oil. Silver can clearly feel that as he rubs his tip over his hole.
“Please.” At this point, waiting for it is just torture.
A warm hand settles on his waist, a thumb rubs soothingly over his skin. “I've got you.”
The first press and Silver thinks this isn’t going to fit inside him. There is no way, it’s impossible. But then Flint breaches him, slowly, carefully, both of them groaning loudly at the feel. However, there is little more than his head in him so far.
Flint pushes deeper - he is already so damn full - and deeper.
Silver presses his face against the mattress to stop himself from screaming. It’s not even hurting, it’s just… It's just too much. So much of Flint. Silver can't, no matter how much he wants to. A sob leaves his lips. Not out of pain, but out of frustration.
Flint begins to pull out again.
"No!" Silver cries. "I want- please, I want-" he stammers.
"Relax," says Madi, stroking his back reassuringly. "I know It feels overwhelming at first. Keep breathing. Slowly. Calmly. You look so beautiful together. I know you can take him."
He tries, grabbing Madi’s hand and squeezing. Something gives way and Flint slides a little deeper into him. Inch by inch. He stops, and they are both breathing hard. But– all of his cock is now inside Silver. He can feel Flint's balls against his arse.
Flint groans, some guttural sound. He shifts a bit and Silver can feel every little movement. “Shit. Never fucked someone this tight. Are you sure…”
“Yes. I want this. Come on. Fuck me.” Silver doesn't let go of Madi's hand.
The first few thrusts are tentative, and Silver can feel the enormous restraint in them. It's nice. Thoughtful. But soon he wants more, begins to push back against Flint.
“Please, please, please,” he begs.
Flint sets a slow, but relentless pace, and with every thrust Silver can feel every inch of his cock, wide and still unfamiliar inside him, stretching him out. He constantly rubs over that spot inside him that Silver knows from his experiments with Madi’s fingers and the wooden cock in him and he moans wantonly, arching his back.
“It’s perfect, isn’t it?” Madi asks.
“Yes, he’s so… ah, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t…”
The rhythm of Flint's thrusts increases, his fingers digging harder into Silver's flesh, and he just knows they will leave a mark. He'll be walking around with his fingerprints underneath his clothes and nobody but the three of them will know. And… Fuck. Fint's heavy balls slap loudly against him with every push now and Madi was right, of course she was right, it's an exquisite feeling.
“Someone touch me, please,” Silver sobs because he is close and all he needs is a hand on his cock now.
“No. I know you can finish like this. Your captain's big cock inside you is everything you need,” Madi says and Silver whines.
“Please.” He's so fucking close.
“Come for me,” Flint commands, voice rough and desperate, and Silver obeys, letting go with a strangled cry.
He spurts his release onto the bed, whole body trembling, and if Flint wasn't holding him, he would collapse immediately, but his grip is firm, even as his rhythm falters. Silver's muscles around Flint clench and grip, making it even tighter for him.
“You were so good for me, so perfect,” Flint groans brokenly, hips jerking. He picks up his pace again until he's grunting and shuddering. He pushes in deep, one last time, then tenses up and stills completely. Not his cock. It pulses and pulses inside of Silver, his whole length, and Flint comes for what feels like half an eternity.
Silver's legs finally give way, Flint's grip loosens, and he slumps forward. As soon as Flint pulls out of him, Silver can feel his seed seeping out of his open, twitching hole. And Flint still doesn't seem finished. Silver feels something wet land on his arse and lower back. He turns his head slightly to the side, sees how Flint holds his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, milking it, and the last drops squirt out, landing on Silver's body, painting it with even more thick, white stripes. Silver can't help whimpering softly. He feels so fucking empty all at once and what if this feeling never stops now that he knows what it's like to have Flint inside him, to be one with him?
With the last of his strength, he crawls further up the bed, panting. He senses Madi sliding down his side and then she licks across his right arse cheek. Licks up Flint's release. She runs two of her fingers across his still leaking, quite sensitive hole and comes back up, pressing her fingers against his lips. He opens them, letting her feed Flint's seed to him, and moans softly at the rich taste.
Only when he has sucked her fingers perfectly clean does he turn on his side, and pulls her into a greedy kiss. He licks into her mouth, and they share Flint in this way too.
"I hope you've satisfied your curiosity now that you've used me for what you wanted," Flint says gruffly.
Silver turns round in wonder - Flint is still standing in front of the bed, hesitant, lost.
“I didn't think you were a foolish man until now, Captain,” Madi says. “We have no intention of leaving this bed. This was just the beginning of something wonderful.”
Flint's gaze softens, but he still doesn't move.
“Come down here, James,” Silver says – he just got fucked by his monster cock, he thinks that gives him the right to call the man by his Christian name –, and that makes Flint's scepticism finally disappear from his features. It is replaced by a surprised but honest smile.
“Yeah, all right,” he says softly and then lies down behind Silver. He wraps his arm around Silver's stomach, snuggles even closer and Silver savours the feeling of him like this. He's so big and warm. His chest, his belly. His soft, big cock is nestled against Silver's arse, which is nice and exciting and maybe, maybe they can go for another round after a little nap.
Madi shuffles closer as well and Flint stretches out his hand, clasping her fingers in front of Silver's chest. Warm lips press a lingering kiss against his shoulder, the beard hairs tickle his skin.
Yes, he could get used to this. It feels unreal and wonderful at the same time, lying between these two exceptional people.
‚Thank you‘, he mouths to Madi because without her this would have been impossible. And thank whoever is up there for Flint’s big cock.