The Dragon

Chapter 1-3

Thor rapped lightly on the door of the captain’s cabin.

“Enter,” came the captain’s voice.

Thor pushed the door open and entered. The captain sat behind the table to one side of the room. He was finishing his dinner. He had a napkin tucked into his collar and was gnawing on the leg of a bird, juice running down his chin. To the captain’s left stood a young man: Edgar, the new cabin boy.

Thor knew well the routine that was being played out. The captain had been served the dinner that Edgar had brought up from the galley. While the captain ate, the boy would stand at attention by the side of the table, ready to replenish the captain’s wine glass at his command. When dinner was over, he would clear the table and take the leftovers back to the galley. On certain nights the captain would say, “Come back when you have finished your duties.” It was understood further personal, more intimate service was required. However, on this night, he had not asked Edgar to return. The captain had requested Thor come to the cabin instead.

“I am finished,” Captain Allison said, wiping his face with the napkin and pushing away from the table. “Take this away.”

Edgar came forward and cleaned up the remains of the meal. He piled the dishes on a tray and refilled the captain’s wine glass.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” he asked as he picked up the tray, laden with plates.

“No, go away,” came the reply.

Thor recognized the tone of the dismissal. It meant Captain Allison was not pleased with some aspect of the boy’s performance. In Thor’s case the tone was reserved for the time after he had given special personal service. Not that Thor had disappointed the captain, but rather after such nights Captain Allison, being a devout Christian, could not handle the guilt of what had transpired. For some time following, the tone would let Thor know he was not going to be asked to give this particular service. Eventually the captain’s tone would mellow. Thor knew then the request would again be forthcoming.

Edgar walked toward the newly appointed seaman, who stepped aside and opened the cabin door.

“Thank you,” the boy mumbled as he made his way out.

“Nice lad, but lacking in some basic essentials,” Captain Allison said, rising and walking around the table.

Thor took a deep breath. The captain looked as he always had. An egg with legs, was the thought that had come to Thor the first day he had laid eyes on the man: squat, overly-round, under his wig a bald head which blended into his shoulders with no hint of a neck, and short, skinny legs. That assessment had not changed.

“Well, Theodore.” The captain had never used the name Thor now went by. Theodore had been the name given him by the captain’s good friend, Reverend Perkins, and Captain Allison would not hear of any change. “Well, Theodore,” he repeated. “How is life as a seaman? It looks as if it is agreeing with you.”

The egg walked toward him.

“It is fine, sir,” Thor replied.

The captain stood directly in front of Thor. “Yes, it looks like it agrees with you very well,” Captain Allison said, running a hand over the young man’s smooth chest and down his muscled arm. The captain turned back to the table. “Come, join me in a glass of wine.”

“Thank you, sir, but—”

“I will not take no for an answer. Here, I will even do the honor of pouring it for you.” The captain went to the sideboard and poured Thor a glass of wine. He also refilled his own glass. “Come, sit with me,” he said, placing Thor’s wine on the table and taking a seat.

Thor came forward and sat as Allison requested. He knew the pattern well. Captain Allison would get drunk enough to overcome his avoidance of sin before giving into the temptations of the flesh, while at the same time affording him an excuse for his actions. The fact he was intoxicated would help him deal with the recriminations he would feel after the act had been completed.

“No, no, young Edgar does well enough in some ways, but he cannot hold a candle to you, my boy. You were the best—are the best he corrected himself. Have you missed me?” the captain asked, rising and pouring yet another portion of wine for himself, having drained his glass in one drink. He topped off Thor’s as well.

“Yes,” Thor lied.

Allison smiled, “I have missed you, too, my lad. Very, very much.”

The captain was beginning to slur his words, and the heavy jowls of his cheeks were reddening. “That is why I have called you here tonight.”

The captain drained his glass again and rose unsteadily. Walking to the other side of the cabin he divested himself of his jacket, which he dropped on the deck. He sank onto a velvet couch, leaned back, and spread his skinny legs. He looked over to Thor and nodded.

That was the seaman’s cue. The performance of special services was to begin. Thor walked toward the man sprawled out before him. The captain was already massaging the insides of his thighs with both hands; his eyes seemed hungry with lust.

Thor immediately began to conjure up images of Miguel and other crewmen whose powerful, muscular bodies made a mockery of the masculinity of the man in front of him. He hoped the thoughts of true manliness would enable him to respond as the captain wanted.

The seaman stood, his legs spread, his arms at his sides, letting Captain Allison begin feasting on him with beady eyes. The captain took a deep shuddering breath and blew the air out through rounded lips, making his blotchy cheeks puff out.

Thor then removed his seaman’s shirt, pulling it slowly over his head to reveal a chiseled, muscular chest. He brought one hand up and began to massage his pectorals—paying attention to his hardening n*****s with his index finger. With his other hand, he cupped his crotch and began to knead his ample manhood, following the pattern he had learned so well in his three years as cabin boy.

The captain responded with increased breathing to the point of panting. He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his own chest, which more resembled the breasts of a woman than that of a man. He began to pinch his prominent pink n*****s, making them stand out against the overly-large red areolas.

Thor closed his eyes, focused on the men in his mind, and felt himself begin to respond.

When he opened his eyes again, the captain was wriggling out of his trousers and pushing them down to his ankles. His small p***s and tiny testicles surrounded only by a fringe of pale pubic hair did nothing to enhance Thor’s state of arousal. He hoped his fantasies would come through for him, as they had so often in the past when the captain had requested his services.

“Please,” Allison asked in a strained, lust-filled voice.

Thor undid the drawstring to his pants, letting them fall to the deck before stepping out of them and kicking them aside. He now stood completely naked before the captain. Although he was not erect, his semi-aroused c**k and full round ball sack made the man before him writhe with pleasure. Thor ran his hand over his rippled abdomen and played with the bush of reddish hair at the base of his thick organ.

“Turn,” the captain said, twirling one finger in the air.

Obediently, Thor complied; he knew the script well. He began to knead his tight, round buttocks, all the while shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He could hear ragged breathing behind him. Thor looked over his shoulder. The captain was now stroking himself vigorously. Thor hoped tonight would be one of those times when the man lost control and completed the act without physical contact.

It was not to be, however.

“Come,” the captain said in a barely audible voice, beckoning Thor with one hand, while continuing to stroke his small erection with the other.

The seaman turned and slowly walked toward Captain Allison, who sat up and pulled him close with both hands. Thor placed his hands on the captain’s shoulders as the older man reached around and began to massage the muscular mounds of the seaman’s flesh.

The captain’s wig had slipped to the side and Thor looked down at the man’s bald head. He squeezed Allison’s shoulders and thrust himself forward, bringing his nearly-erect c**k very close to the man’s mouth. The mouth opened and Thor felt the warm, wet interior engulf him. He sighed and pretended it was Miguel who had taken him inside. The subterfuge worked. Between the pretense and the stimulation, Thor felt himself swell to full erection. The captain gagged.

Just when Thor thought he was going to climax, the captain let him free. He looked down at the captain who had spittle dripping from his chin. Without a word, Allison stood, pushing Thor back a step. He then turned around and kneeled on the couch, burying his face in his hands against the embroidered back cushions. He wiggled his full, round, pink arse in invitation.

Thor was aroused to the point where he knew he would be able to complete the offered coupling. He reached out and massaged the soft flesh, the man moaning in response. Rubbing his massive c**k against the crevice, Thor smacked each cheek several times in turn. This, too, elicited cries of pleasure.

“Theodore, please, please,” the captain begged.

Something in the situation of being in control over the pathetic specimen beneath him tripped Thor into lustful abandon. He slapped the reddening buttocks even harder, then roughly pulled the gluteal cheeks apart, and forced his engorged erection into the captain’s rectum with a roar of conquest. Allison whimpered in pain, but pushed himself back against the invading lance.

Thor mercilessly thrust harder and harder into the captain’s hole. Allison reached down and began to manipulate his own small organ. Thor was building toward climax when he felt Allison clamp down on his c**k as the man spent himself on the couch’s crimson fabric. Growling deeply within his chest, Thor reached his peak and felt himself shoot volley after volley of his seed into the bowels of his hapless partner.

Thor collapsed on top of Allison, pushing the man he had just vanquished into the cushions.

After a few moments, he withdrew his softening organ and stood. Allison curled up into a ball, covering his face with his hands. Thor knew what must happen next. When the captain responded in this way, Thor would be dismissed, not required to spend the night cradling the pitiable creature as was sometimes the case. He would dress and exit without a word, leaving the captain to his guilt and repentance. He would not be called again until Captain Allison’s need once again overcame his piety: until desires of the flesh subdued the resistance of the spirit. Thor looked back one last time as he got to the cabin door. Captain Allison was struggling to pull up his trousers. He did not look in Thor’s direction. The seaman felt a pang of pity before closing the door behind him as he left.