(Butt) Pirates

There were far too many things going through Morgan's mind at that moment. Perhaps the most shameful of those was that, if the captain was talking about what he thought he was, then he found himself immensely excited. His bi-curiosity had always been his best kept secret; even Margaret didn't know.

Even so, he found himself repulsed by the idea only because it filled him with so much shame.

Due to this, he grew incredibly silent, especially compared to the tantrum he'd been throwing earlier.

The captain licked his lips, stretching.

"Really, I'll give you ten minutes--if you haven't loosened yourself up by then, I'll probably hurt you."

He frowned deeply. He really wasn't in any need to masturbate, actually, considering the fact that he did so quite often. So, in fact, he wasn't all that tight at all.

Unfortunately, he knew that the captain would discover this fact in about 10 minutes anyway.

"I'd take off your clothes, too, if you don't want them ripped."

Morgan glared at him, but he made no moves to remove his clothes.

"Kinky. Nice," said the captain, leaning against some storage crates and fixing his smoldering gaze on Morgan.

Morgan met his gaze, unfazed.

"So, how big are you? I don't plan to pay attention, you see."

He didn't respond. Instead, he shifted positions slightly.

"So, ever had anal before?"

His entire face flushed red, but he tried to pretend it didn't.

"Ah. You'll probably be tight, then--regrettable."

He shifted his head, hoping his hair would cover more of his face.

"So...you're not, like, underage, right? I mean, I've always wanted to try that but I may have to let you go later."

He nodded immediately.

"I'm very underage." Too bad he was a bad liar.

He grinned, licking his lips.

"So are you a virgin, then? I get to loosen you up?"

He didn't, however, reply to that.

He laughed.

"You look big, for a little boy."

He hung his head further, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"I bet it just means you squirm harder though, huh?" He pulled off his coat, setting it on a crate.

"Ten minutes are up--can't get my things dirty."

He looked up at the captain, waiting. He could feel his heart speed up; he was terribly anxious.

"Go on, turn around--unless you'd like some kind of foreplay. Which is a weird request for a whore."

But he didn't. He refused.