06 Nov 2023, 01:39
Kalen and the Sky Pirates
The noble house of Talisane was taken entirely by surprise the night the sky pirates came. Being in the heart of the capitol city of the Gaslight Empire, they had never been raided before, and never expected to be. The sleek black airship descended unnoticed on that dark, moonless night, grappled itself to the keep’s highest rooftop, and disgorged a horde of stealthy, armed pirates, all without raising an alarm. The house guards were taken prisoner without a shot being fired.
The Count of Talisane, his family and their personal retainers were surprised in the upper dining hall. The count had kept them late after dinner to scold and lecture them about the duties and obligations of their station, a familiar theme. As was often the case, the main target was the count’s only son and heir, Kalen.
Kalen was small, thin and immature for a young man of almost twenty. He was insecure, hesitant and disappointing to his father in every way. But his most unforgiveable sin was his utter lack of manliness. His mannerisms, demeanor and interests were decidedly feminine, and all the beatings, training and lecturing hadn’t helped.
The count was in the midst of berating his son for the prissy way he spoke, a common complaint, when the pirates burst into the room. They were big, rough-looking men, carrying plasma pistols and crossbows with explosive bolts. They paid no attention to the count’s outrage, bluster or threats as they lined everyone up against the wall, one of them punching the count in the face to shut him up.
The family and their retainers, thirteen in all, were forced to wait there until the pirate captain, Black Jarl, came to interview them. The man strutted arrogantly up and down the row of finely-dressed prisoners, eyeing each one in turn.
“You’ll never get away with this,” said the count. “We’re only seven blocks from the palace! By now they’ve seen your airship and dispatched the royal militia. You have but minutes left to live!”
The pirate captain let out a short laugh. “Let me show you something, Count Talisane.”
So saying, he grabbed the count roughly by his collar and dragged him across the room. He threw open the shutters and gestured out the window. “There is my airship! Now tell me they’ve seen it from the palace!”
The count peered into the dark night, looking for the pirate’s airship. Above the spiked and gabled roofs of his keep was an unbroken expanse of black night sky, a scattering of stars twinkling through the dark haze of coal-fog that shrouded every city in the empire. Only after a number of seconds did he see it, looming above him. The black ship matched the moonless dark around it, but in addition the great hulk had been fitted with a scattering of tiny, slightly-flickering electric lights. Even this close, they looked like stars. Seen from the street, or indeed from the distant palace, the pirate vessel would appear to be no more than a piece of the night sky. The illusion was next to perfect. The count was left speechless.
Laughing, Black Jarl dragged the count back to the wall. Again he surveyed his prisoners, and this time his gaze settled on Kalen. He grinned and pulled the boy out of the line-up. “And you,” he said with a wicked grin, “must be Kalen Talisane. I’ve heard about you. What my informant failed to mention is how… attractive you are.”
With that, he yanked away Kalen’s ruffled cravat and tossed it on the floor. Then he began unbuttoning Kalen’s fine white linen shirt. Kalen, flustered and confused, tried to back away. “What… what are you doing, Sir?” he stammered.
“I’m undressing you,” said Jarl, pulling him back. “Hold still.”
Such was Kalen’s nature that he obeyed the command as he would any other, standing still while his shirt was unbuttoned and stripped from him. His undershirt quickly followed, leaving him bare from the waist up. His skin was smooth and pale, his body slender as a girl’s. When Jarl stepped in close and cupped the back of the boy’s head in his large, calloused hand, Kalen looked up at him for a long moment with wide, guileless eyes. It looked as though the handsome pirate captain was about to kiss him, but instead he dragged him backward by his hair, guiding him until he bumped into the long, heavy trestle-table in the center of the room. Then he pushed him further, so that he fell back onto the table. With rough, quick movements he removed Kalen’s shoes, hose, trousers, and finally his drawers, leaving him completely naked. Kalen didn’t fight or protest, but his family, and particularly his father, began to shout in outrage as the boy was bared. One of the pirates fired his plasma pistol at the floor in front of the count, setting the rug on fire, and that ended the brief uprising as the count sputtered and his retainers stomped out the fire.
Black Jarl jumped up onto the table and hoisted Kalen up onto his knees and elbows among the plates and cups of dinner. Kalen still didn’t resist as Jarl knelt behind his upraised backside and arranged his knees well apart. Then, scooping up a double finger-full of butter from a nearby dish, the pirate used the butter as lubrication to force a thick index finger up into the boy’s exposed bottom-hole.
Kalen’s gasp was drowned out by another burst of outrage from the family, but Jarl was unconcerned. He worked his finger around inside the boy, then added a second finger, buttering up Kalen’s anus and rectum as though they were alone in a bedroom. Kalen whimpered and squirmed during the process, but didn’t try to escape.
Finally, in full view of the entire family, Black Jarl unbuttoned his own breeches, revealing a turgid member of prodigious length and girth, and proceeded to stuff the thing into Kalen’s buttered bottom. The boy yelped and squealed, but in a trice he’d been harpooned to the hilt.
“Why are you doing this?” bellowed the count.
“Well,” said the grinning pirate, gesturing toward the impaled boy, “how could I resist? I mean, just look at him!” Then, turning to look thoughtfully at the count, “But, you know, I could stop. If you were to give me the combination to your vault.”
“No!” the count sputtered. “Never that! If you loot the vault the House will be destitute! I cannot grant you that! Surely some other thing…”
“Oh well, just a thought,” said the pirate, and seizing Kalen’s narrow hips, he began to roger the boy.
He fucked him slow, then he fucked him fast, then slow again, with long, deep strokes. Count Talisane blustered, pleaded and threatened, the women wailed and wept, but Black Jarl ignored them all, taking his time, enjoying the boy’s tight hole as it squeezed his plunging staff. Kalen himself never ceased to make delightfully distressed noises, but never did he try to pull away or resist.
After some time, Jarl made an observation. Lifting Kalen’s shoulders until the boy’s body was upright, the pirate indicated the boy’s penis, which was quite red and swollen near to bursting. “Your young scion seems to be taking to the cock quite nicely, Count Talisane! Why, I do believe that if I were to pump him hard and fast again, he would spew his seed on the spot! Wouldn’t that be a sight!”
Kalen blushed deeply and turned his face away, but when Jarl gave him three particularly hard thrusts in a row, his quivering penis did indeed swell even more, becoming an even darker shade of red. The count sputtered, speechless.
Black Jarl turned to one of his pirates. “Sam, be a good man and fetch up all of the count’s guards and house staff. I wouldn’t want them to miss it when the boy blows!”
“No!” shouted Count Talisane. “You must not! If word gets out about my son’s… particular condition, he would never be accepted among the nobility! House Talisane would be a joke! A laughingstock!”
“Well,” said Jarl, lowering the boy back onto the table and resuming a sedate, even rhythm, “there is still that vault combination…”
“All right, damn you to hell!” shouted the count. “I’ll give it to you! Just stop…”
Count Talisane spoke the combination then, and Sam the pirate left to open the vault while Jarl continued to fuck Kalen’s sweet bottom-hole. The boy shuddered and sometimes sobbed, humiliated beyond description, and yet still on the very cusp of orgasm in spite of himself.
Finally Sam returned to report that the vault was open and being emptied, but as he made this report a line of unarmed guards and servants filed into the room behind him. Count Talisane, on seeing the new arrivals, turned purple with apoplexy.
“What are they doing here?” he shouted. “We had a bargain! Stop what you’re doing at once! Stop!”
Black Jarl grinned wickedly. “Terribly sorry, Milord! But you see, I’m a pirate, and untrustworthy by nature. Besides, it’s far too late to stop this!”
With that he seized Kalen by the hips and began to pump his cock into him so hard and fast that the sound of his hips slapping against the boy’s buttocks filled the room. Kalen began to wail, his cries becoming higher-pitched and more desperate by the moment, tears streaming down his cheeks. At the last moment Jarl grabbed him by his hair and pulled him upright. Everyone in the room saw his young cock begin to jerk uncontrollably, then finally spew forth long streamers of thick white jism. Jarl came only a few moments later, filling the boy’s buttery depths with jism of his own.
When it was over, Kalen lay gasping on the table while the pirate captain buttoned up his breeches. The count and his family were finally subdued as the realization of their bleak future settled over them. When Jarl had finished he turned to Kalen and offered the boy his hand.
“If you would like,” he said softly, “you may come with me. I can see your life here has been miserable, and it’s about to get worse. On my ship you’ll be the butt-boy, at least until you’re big enough to be a proper pirate. It will be a life of adventure, piracy and more cock than you can even imagine. Will you join us?”
Kalen looked from his father’s face to Jarl’s, then lowered his eyes and took the pirate’s hand. Naked, his pearly buttocks gleaming in the lamplight, he followed his new master out of the room.
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