Crazy Kinky Dirty Love

by K. A. Merikan

  “Over him. Come all over him, babe,” whispered Sam and pulled on the base of Derek’s cock. Hot seed splashed over Kyle’s hair even as he opened his mouth, begging to drink it. His tormentors were merciless.

  Jon didn’t even care to get sucked. When he was ready to come, he moved closer and unloaded on Kyle’s head. At least it got Kyle’s aching mouth a second to catch a breath. They didn’t even want his mouth. He was a useless cumhole, smothered in trash, with an aching cock, which no one cared to touch.

  Derek jerked his boyfriend off on Kyle’s face and open, pleading mouth, but as Kyle’s cheeks still burned with the humiliation of it all, Dan pushed him down and ordered him to show his ass. With his hands tied, Kyle had to place his face on the leftovers to do that, but he followed the order nevertheless, wishing he could see Dan stroke that perfect, fat cock.

  He could hear each pull and each slap of that thick hand against a set of balls that Kyle could worship all day. And then it came, the jets of cum that burned through the cool sauce that lingered on Kyle’s back. He was so filthy Dan didn’t even want to touch him now. So filthy.

  “I didn’t think he’d become a cumwhore so quick,” Leo said, and Kyle slowly straightened up on his knees, looking around at all the hot guys around him, most still flushed after their orgasms, some still holding their cocks.

  He had taken all their loads. Every one of them wanted to come on him.

  “Look, he thinks he can fuck something,” Jon laughed, and only then Kyle realized he was rocking his hips, desperate for release.

  “No one will go near his dirty ass no matter how wide he spreads his legs.”

  Leo smirked. “Look at him. There’s a piece of red pepper in his hair. What a mess. You think we should just kill him onboard? He’s already marinated,” he said, motioning to the mess on Kyle’s back.

  Sam scowled. “I’m not eating what I fucked.”

  Derek snorted. “Why? You afraid you’d end up eating your own cum?”

  Kyle didn’t even know why he started crying again. He was so completely helpless, trapped in the filthy chest with his hands bound, naked, in only a pair of torn stockings. If anyone outside of their group ever saw him this way, he’d die out of embarrassment. What would his employers or coworkers think if they knew prim and proper, smiley Kyle liked taking five loads on his face over the weekend and being called a slut?

  “I’m fine with mine, but I’m not fucking eating yours.”

  Kyle sobbed, unable to control himself, but all his senses became alert when Dan walked up in front of him. He was holding his softened cock in one hand and gave Kyle the most intense of glances, one that pinned Kyle in place.

  “If he’s trash, he might as well be a urinal.”

  Their eyes locked, and Sam’s jokes with Derek seemed to come from behind a thick wall. They’d never done piss sex, apart from urinating on each other’s feet in the shower, but they had talked about it. Somehow, the time had never been right. They wanted it in a scene since no one wanted to do the cleaning. This was perfect. He was a cumdump, trash, and he’d get pissed on. Kyle choked on a sob as the other men stopped talking and watched his humiliation.

  Kyle could hear each of his laborious breaths as he stared at Dan with adoration. He wondered how it would feel, and just moments later, a heavy stream left his cockhead and hit Kyle’s chest with heat. The scent of urine flooded Kyle’s senses, and he shuddered with excitement as the warm piss streamed down his body, down his stiff cock and balls. He was bathed in it, and it was all Dan’s.

  Dan even took a step closer and let a few droplets drip on Kyle’s head. And he could feel the warm piss under him in the trash as well. He was kneeling in it, like just another apple peel or half-eaten tortilla. His whole body slumped, and he sat down. At last, Dan finished, but in the strange silence, their eyes met again over Dan’s cock, which he moved closer to Kyle’s lips. There was a little droplet still hanging on the slit.

  Kyle arched his neck and licked the tip of Dan’s cockhead, wishing he could jerk off as he did so and then just sleep for hours as he tasted the salt on his tongue. He was so exhausted by the intensity of the scene, yet still so excited and tense.

  “I’ll be a good whore. Please don’t throw me overboard,” Kyle said, humiliating himself even further. “I will open my legs whenever you want.”

  Dan still stared at him, as if the spell hadn’t broken yet, but Leo was there to put the show back on the right track. He pulled out a marker and carefully drew one line on Kyle’s back. “Does it count if we don’t come inside?”

  “Only if you fucked him for a long time,” Derek suggested, so Leo drew another line. The pirates didn’t care that he was listening. He was an object. No one even answered his plea. They would do whatever they wanted anyway.

  “Why are you marking him if he’s going to the sharks?” Sam asked.

  The captain laughed and continued marking Kyle’s chest. “So the sharks know what a sluthole they’re having for dinner.”

  Dan snorted and pulled on Kyle’s arm as soon as Leo was done. “You heard him.”

  “No one wants a loose hole that smells of piss,” said Jon, who was smoking a cigarette, as one would after a good fuck.

  “But I did good,” Kyle sobbed, overwhelmed as all the juices, piss, and cum drizzled down his body when he was forced to stand up. “Just let me clean up, and I’ll be as good as new. I’ll suck you all off tomorrow, I’ll ride anyone who wants. Just don’t throw me away!” It was just a scene, yet Kyle’s whole body shuddered with the emotion flowing through him.

  Leo pulled on Kyle’s cockhead for a second, and Kyle cried out from the intensity of the touch on his erect dick. He wanted to come so bad he’d lick Leo’s boots for it and let them fuck him with a cucumber. He just wanted to come.

  Leo let go of Kyle’s cock and ran his fingers between Kyle’s buttocks with a smile that didn’t go with his words. “No one wants your sloppy, used-up hole anymore.”

  His words were like a hit in the gut. He led Kyle all the way to a little dip on the side of the yacht, where Sam was setting up a plank for Kyle to walk. It was surreal.

  He could hardly breathe, confused, and slightly scared. His body ached. He looked and probably smelled disgusting. No wonder they didn’t want to fuck him anymore. It took one day for the pirates to transform him from a virgin princess into a sad excuse of a man.

  “Go on, get going. You’re wasting everyone’s time,” said Derek, stomping his foot at Kyle.

  Kyle yelped and sniffed, not even knowing why he was trembling all over. His logical side knew it was all a game, but his whole body was rattled by being so used and exposed. His anus still felt slightly sore after having a cock and two fingers up the ass. Kyle was grateful that Dan had stopped Leo from the double penetration even if he himself couldn’t make up his mind at the time. He took a step to the plank, barely catching his breath, and Leo nudged him with the plastic cutlass. Kyle started wheezing as he stepped his foot on the plank. All eyes were on him now, assessing his dirty skin.

  “You’re wasting the captain’s time,” snarked Sam, but a big grin pushed its way on his face.

  “Yes, you should apologize to the captain and take a dip,” added Derek.

  “I-I’m sorry,” Kyle uttered, surprised that his teeth started to rattle. “Please don’t throw me away.”

  “Make me change my mind.” Leo smirked. “Tell me what you’re good for.”

  Kyle swallowed. “I can cook, clean, I will be available to you and your men whenever you want. I’ll suck, lick, even put on a show if you want. I have a tight ass, I promise it will milk you, so well, Captain.” He shuddered at the way he had to sell himself cheaply for mere survival.

  “Show us how deep your mouth is,” said Jon, laughing hard as he watched the scene unfold.

  Kyle shuddered and looked into Dan’s intense gaze. Would he really be made to jump? He slowly went down to his knees and opened his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue.
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  “Turn around, show us your ass,” Derek ordered without a smile, staring at Kyle as if he wanted to eat him alive.

  Kyle turned on his knees, sticking his ass up high and spread his buttocks with his bound hands, showing his pink anus to everyone who wanted to see. He put his forehead against the deck, hardly breathing. His cock was so hard he was sure he’d come if only he could stroke it once.

  There was a soft sigh from the side, and then Dan finally spoke. “Well ... if no one wants him, I’ll take him. Don’t know about you, but I’m not resorting to my hand if I can have those two holes.”

  Jon growled. “You’re so fucking soft, Cocks.”

  Kyle turned around, so completely immersed in the scene he didn’t even care anymore if there was an actual captain watching him from somewhere. He approached Dan on his knees and kissed his foot.

  “You won’t regret it, sir. I will suck, and deep throat, I will ride your cock everyday if you wish, whenever you want.” He looked up at Dan in awe. Dan was his everything—the best thing that had ever happened to him. Kyle curled his toes, confused by the wave of tenderness that washed over him. Dan shrugged and slowly sank into a crouch in front of Kyle. Oh, he was so handsome, so strong. He took Kyle’s breath away.

  “I bet you will. If you annoy me, I’m gonna slit your throat,” he said calmly, but his hand was already on Kyle’s arm.

  Kyle’s eyes welled up again, and tears spilled down his cheeks as he nodded fervently. “I won’t. I’ll be a good boy, I swear!”

  Dan sighed and slowly sank to his ass, beckoning Kyle into his arms. “What’s your name?”

  “Kyle,” he uttered, completely overwhelmed and afraid to fall into Dan’s arms with all the filth on him. Dan was clean and smelled of the ocean. The other guys were there, somewhere in the background, but they didn’t say anything as Dan pulled Kyle’s dirty back against his chest.

  “What kind of name’s that?”

  “A farmer’s name,” Kyle uttered, still trembling, but taking deeper breaths with more ease now that Dan’s arms were around him.

  Dan hummed, and his big, strong hand slid down Kyle’s filthy chest, finally arriving at his cock. It felt so unbelievably good. Just that little bit of tenderness was a game changer, and as Dan squeezed Kyle’s cock, it was like watching stars speed in front of him.

  “You won’t be a farmer ever again. You’ll be the one getting plowed.”

  Kyle’s heart sprinted in the shortest race to orgasm he’d ever experienced, and he squeezed his eyes shut when his hips bucked into Dan’s fist. He came so hard his body became goo and he had no bones anymore.

  Dan pulled him even closer and held Kyle through his release, gently petting his body as Kyle felt the strain of the day hit him with full force. His eyes were shutting, his body going limp in Dan’s arms. He was half-asleep when Dan pulled him up, not without strain.

  Dan carried Kyle back to the suite, and Kyle was so dazed he barely registered the way. Once there, he sat Kyle in the bathtub. Dan made sure the water was the right temperature before letting it wash away the dirt off Kyle’s body. Even then, Kyle still felt the intensity of the orgasm all the way in his bones.

  Warm water caressed his skin, leaving him pure again. He didn’t have the strength to talk, but Dan communicated all that was needed just by being there and touching Kyle so tenderly. Kyle half-expected Dan to take him to bed and stay over, but instead, Dan left him in the bath, requesting Kyle be ready in the morning.

  Kyle stole a kiss before Dan left.

  Chapter 5

  Kyle curled up in the bedding and looked out the window into the sunshine. He’d slept like a baby after yesterday, and the only thing he was missing was Dan’s hot, strong body next to him. At home, Dan would usually have his arm over Kyle. They were both big on cuddling.

  But it was well past nine, and time to get up. Kyle allowed himself a long, hot shower, and prepared for another day of extreme role-play. Yesterday had been completely insane, and he could only wonder what Dan had in store for him to top that. The end of the scene had been so intense he had started shaking and crying. Not often was he pushed so far, and he was grateful for Dan to be there with him, to clean him up and calm him down with soft kisses.

  As he walked out of the bathroom, his heart stopped when he noticed a chair in the middle of the room. He hadn’t moved it there, which meant that someone entered when he was showering. But this was a safe space, and he smiled, noticing a fresh-looking sandwich atop a folded piece of pristinely white fabric. It turned out to be one of those long poet shirts with a tail that was just long enough to safely cover Kyle’s ass and cock. He laughed, enjoying the smooth, soft fabric against his skin and ate the sandwich in peace, already excited by the prospects awaiting him. He procrastinated fifteen more minutes before brushing his teeth and finally leaving the cabin.

  The sun streamed under the deck through the open door upstairs. He slowed down just before walking outside and shuddered at the sound of deep, masculine voices coming from the side of the main living space. His heart sped up, and he curled his shoulders, suddenly transforming from a relaxed guy on a yacht into a frightened cabin boy who just yesterday had been on the verge of death by drowning. Slowly, he stuck his head into the sun, breathing in the fresh, salty air.

  Powerful hands descended on him like the claws of a bear, and he screamed out as the railing suddenly came closer. His hips hit the metal, and the top part of his body was suddenly hanging over the glistening water.

  “You thought you can skip work, you little bitch?” hissed Dan.

  “I’m sorry! I overslept!” Kyle screamed but was distracted by the fantastical vision on the horizon. The ship was approaching a tropical island with a white sandy beach and palm trees. The distraction only lasted a second before the back of his shirt was pulled up, revealing his naked backside.

  “Look at that slut! He isn’t even wearing any pants!” called out Sam, to someone’s whistling.

  “I didn’t get any!” Kyle whined, trying to push down the shirt as his heart began racing.

  “And you won’t,” Dan hissed against his nape.

  The sound of a zipper had Kyle’s arousal going from zero to one hundred percent in no time.

  “You think you’re a crewmember now? Wrong. You’re my fucking cabin boy. You’re my bitch, and I’m gonna use you as I please.”

  Dan’s hot breath made all the hairs on Kyle’s body bristle, and he clenched his ass instinctively, despite his mind screaming for Dan’s cock to push in.

  “But only yours now?” he whispered, gripping onto the railing.

  “What do you think I did? Married you?” hissed Dan, and his thick cock mercilessly tearing into Kyle was enough to shut up any real protest. It was slick with lube and pulsed between Kyle’s clenched muscles, pushing its way in.

  Sam whistled from a beach chair where he lounged next to Derek in just a pair of brown pants and a brown leather harness over his chest. “Show the bitch who’s the boss, Cocks!”

  Kyle curled his toes over the hot deck and braced himself for a quick fuck, already hard himself. As soon as Dan put his big hand over Kyle’s throat, yet another spark of excitement went down to Kyle’s balls.

  “Please, be gentle, Mr. Cocks! I’m still sore,” he uttered, just to mess with Dan and make him force the bad attitude out of his cabin boy.

  As soon as he mewled about his discomfort, that cock slammed into him harder.

  “The fuck do I care? You’re still alive because you offered your dirty ass to us, and if you don’t stop complaining”—Dan pulled all the way out and pushed his cock in with a force that made Kyle climb to his toes—“you’re dead. Dead.”

  Kyle whimpered. That’s what he wanted. The brute force, threats, and insults. He’d soak it up just as Derek was soaking up the sun. Kyle spread his legs wider for Dan and bit down on his lip, bending over the railing and offering his ass to the pirate, just so he’d get to live. He was still a bit too tight after th
e quick entry, but he loved the slight soreness that came with brutality. He loved the way in which Dan pulled one of his buttocks, to open him up more, and how he whispered into Kyle’s ear that he was nothing but a hole to come in.

  Dan rode him hard and fast, and he came quickly, leaving his cum to ooze out of Kyle’s recently cleaned hole.

  “You look like the cheapest whore in Tortuga. The type that gets so drunk she falls asleep on the bench and gets fucked all night while she’s out,” hissed Dan, and Kyle shuddered as he heard the sound of the camera.

  He got off on putting photos of their sexcapades online with concealed identity. Strangers would write what they thought of him and what they would do to him, and that served Kyle very well for quick jerk-offs at home.

  Kyle still panted when Dan let him straighten up, and his cheeks heated up when a drizzle of spunk raced down his thigh. There was no lying about that, he loved the sticky, slick feeling between his buttocks after a fuck. He swallowed and pulled the shirt as low as he could in an attempt at modesty.

  “How much for a go at him, Cocks?” Derek asked with a wide grin. “My balls are feeling heavy. Don’t wanna just unload into the sea when we have such a set of holes on board.”

  Dan smirked and grabbed Kyle by the jaw. “A ration of rum for his mouth, two for his ass,” he said and scribbled a line on Kyle’s ass.

  “But is he still tight?” Sam asked and got up to have a better look at Kyle, as if he were a pig at the marketplace.

  Dan snorted and pushed Kyle over the railing, forcing him to bend over the waves yet again. Kyle shuddered when his hard cock brushed against the wet steel but didn’t dare speak as Dan petted his ass.

  “He’s good as new. Tight as a virgin.”