Chapter 1
“Mr. Smee. Join the rest of the crew on deck for the celebration. No one is to bother us,” Captain Hook said with a seriousness in his voice. “Is that understood Mr. Smee?!”
“Aye aye Captain,” Said Mr. Smee, as he hurried to the door. “But Captain, will you be alright alone with…?”
Captain Hook interrupted, “LEAVE MR. SMEE!” And with that, Smee promptly exited the cabin and latched the door locked. “Ohhhh, I have waited a long time for this Peter,” Hook said, as he paced around the room, circling Peter Pan. “You know Pan, the truth of the matter is that this has all become somewhat of an obsession of mine—I do admit.” Peter looked up with anger and defiance at Captain Hook, frustrated by his incapacitation. “You don’t know how long I have dreamed of this night—obsessing, plotting, planning…”
Peter was tied up and restrained in the center of the Captain’s cabin. His hands were shackled together at the wrist and locked to rings bolted to the wood floor. His ankles were shackled and locked to the floor as well, separated and fixed in position by a steel bar some two feet in length. He had a collar around his neck, which was tied to the shackles on his wrists. He had a rag shoved in his mouth and a rope wrapped around his head, holding it in place like the bit of a horse. He tried to bite down on the rope, hoping he could gnaw through the fibers, but it was no use. He just knelt there in the center of the room on the Captain’s Persian rug, sour at his disposition. Even in his precarious position, he still was cocky that he would be able to escape like Houdini.
Hook continued, as he circled the boy, “You know, I have waited a long time to get you in this position, boy.” His footsteps were rattling, as he paced about. “At first, this war was about revenge for cutting off my hand and feeding it to that crocodile, but I must admit, my obsession with you has changed.” Peter looked up with dreadful curiosity. He could see Hook’s eyes, which looked wild with excitement and anticipation—not furious with rage and frustration like he had seen so much in the past. “At first, I wanted to kill you,” he said, as he waved his hook in Peter’s direction. “It was all I thought about, but then I realized that wasn’t enough.” He moved to the front of Peter Pan and hooked the rope in front of him, pulling him closer by the neck and arms, so he was almost lifted off his knees. He stared at Peter in the eyes. “I wanted to break you,” he said coldly, staring straight through Peter before releasing him. Peter fell forward on his stomach, almost smacking his face on the floor. He pushed himself back onto his knees and sat back on his heels. “That’s right boy,” Hook continued. “I wanted to break your defiant, cocky spirit, so you would learn your place.” Peter's scowl was beginning to lose its composure.
Hook went over to his bed removed his glove and his dress coat. He removed his fluffy collar and then his cufflinks, setting them in his nightstand. He rolled up his sleeves, as if he was preparing for something. “You may think that death is your last great adventure, my boy, but you are sorely mistaken. I will be your last adventure,” Hook said cryptically. He finished unbuttoning his collar and the top of his shirt, exposing his curly, black, chest hair. Captain Hook kicked his foot chair across the room to Peter’s position. He lifted Peter by his collar and pushed the stool under the boy’s torso, before releasing him on top of the cushion. He then dragged his chair over to the boy’s side. “I must confess, Pan, that my obsession to break you is only trumped by my obsession for you. My only regret is that I should only have one hand to enjoy this,” he said, as he ran his fingers along the boy’s back. He circled around behind Peter and pushed Peter’s back into the cushion of the stool, forcing his back to arch. “You know, you have been such a brat and a tease—flying above my head in these tights—teasing me with what is under that shirt, dress, thing. I have waiting a long time for this.”
Peter looked over his shoulder as Captain Hook shook his hook in the air and then Peter turned away and closed his eyes, as he braced himself for a strike, but it didn’t come. Peter felt the cold hook through his clothes, passing over his back and then to his hips. The hook continued across his ass, where the captain pressed the face into his cheeks, almost as if he was sampling their consistency. The hook moved along the edge of his hips, up his body, under the bottom of his shirt, working its way up to his waist. Peter felt the cold steel reach his bare skin at the top of his hips before pressing into his waist and hooking on his tights. The captain pulled on the thin material, pulling it down, but Peter resisted and began to squirm, yet that only enraged Captain Hook, who aggressively ripped the tights right off the boy’s ass and down to his thighs, exposing his bare, bubble butt to the room. “Yeesssss my boy. Ha ha,” he snickered with delight. “You can not get away from this. No one will come to help you. Your ass is mine!”
Captain Hook unclasped his belt buckle and pulled the belt through the loops of his pants. He folded it upon itself and walked around Peter, who was helplessly restrained and exposed. He let the belt trace Peter’s body, as he circled to the boy’s rear. Suddenly Peter felt the thick leather strike his ass in one powerful smack, which caused him to cry out in shock, but he only pursed his face with defiance, sharpening the scowl on his face. “How did that feel Peter?” Captain Hook said with an evil chuckle. Peter could feel a red welt on his ass. It was as if the flesh was glowing with warmth. “How about another?” Peter braced himself as another slap of the belt struck his backside. Then Peter felt the warm, large hand of the captain smack his ass and aggressively squeeze his check. “Mmmmm, I have to admit Peter,” the captain said. “I’m really going to enjoy this.” Hook stepped back and wound up for another strike, pelting the boy’s tender butt again and again, leaving the signs of each strike in red welts.
Peter tried to tense his body. He puckered his ass and stiffened every muscle he could to absorb the blows. The effort was exhausting, as he was soon dripping with perspiration and beginning to lose his composure. By the tenth strike, Peter was draped over the ottoman, but Hook wasn’t finished. The captain pulled his chair closer to the boy’s side and sat down. He produced some peanut oil and rubbed it into the boy’s butt, quenching the welts on Peter’s ass, which was torturously soothing to Peter; the last thing he wanted was to be groped by Captain Hook, but he especially didn’t want to enjoy any bit of his touch. Unfortunately, the calming oil felt soothing to his skin from the jolting strikes that burnt his flesh red, and the massage from the captain, while vile, was relaxing compared to the spikes of adrenaline that shot through his body just moments before. “Mmmm, this ass is nicer than I imaged,” said Hook, as he continued to work the oil into the boy’s tender skin.
Peter had a jolt of electricity shoot through his body when he felt Hooks fingers pass between his crack and over the virgin flesh of his sphincter. He squirmed in defiance, tossing his hips from side to side and puckering his pelvis in a posterior tint to avoid the invading fingers. The scowl sharpened over his brow, as he looked over his shoulder with anger at Captain Hook. “Just relax my boy, or I’ll make it worse,” Hook said, as he continued to work the oil into the boys crevasse and over his taint, but when Peter felt a digit slowly circle his sphincter and press into the virgin opening, he began tossing himself about, thrashing side to side. Hook postured up, “You give me no choice Pan! This will continue until I break you, and break you, I will!”
Suddenly Peter felt the captain’s hand smack his bare ass—hard—and then again, and then again. Hook continued the assault until he was breathing hard and Peter was too exhausted to fight back, once again, draping himself over the foot stool in exhaustion. Peter felt Hook’s hand on his ass, moving between his cheeks just like before, but he was too exhausted to move. He felt the captain’s fingers find its mark, circling his sphincter as if he was marking a bullseye, and then he felt him press his thick digit into the folds of his anus. Hook worked his finger back and forth along the rippling flesh, working the oil into the tight canal. “That’s it my boy,” he gleefully said. “There is no sense in fighting me.”
Peter’s body was drenched in sweat, and his ass was glowing red from his beating. He wanted to resist, but he was too week. Like the oil before, the tension in his body was waning at the gentle caresses to his anus, which were turning into a welcome relief from the pain, but then suddenly, he jolted himself in decerebrate posturing and opened his eyes in shock, as he felt the captain’s digit press forward, penetrating his insides, sliding into his rectum. Once again, Peter found the energy to resist, and he thrashed about, but it was no use; the captain had his finger buried in the young boy’s ass. “Haha, resist all you want my boy, but by the nights end, your ass will be mine!”
Hook abruptly yanked his finger from Peter’s asshole and left the exposed boy in the center of the room, as he searched his cupboards. Peter could feel his sphincter spasming and clenching uncontrollably from the encounter. He was too tired to turn his head to see what the captain was getting. He could feel his will beginning to slip, but as he heard Hook approach him, he turned his head just too late to see the captain pass behind his view. Peter waited in attention for what to expect next. Then he felt the captain’s hand on his ass, squeezing and kneading his cheek, followed by his hook and hand smashing and spreading Peter’s ass. “You have a fine ass my boy,” said Hook lustfully. “Athletic, muscular, round, yet youthful, so full and plump—probably the sweetest ass on this entire, dreadful island, and by the end of the night, it is going to be the sorest my boy.” Peter squirmed a little, but he was feeling defeated. He could do nothing to thwart that captain’s groping.
His body tensed when he felt the cool sensation of a metal ball between his cheeks, being stroked along his taint and sphincter. He quickly looked over his shoulder and saw a hook just like the captain’s, except this one had a blunt, round end in the shape of a ball an inch or so in diameter. As the captain circled the boy’s sphincter, smearing the peanut oil over the metal sphere, Peter began to panic. He found a reserve of energy and defiance, and he began squirming and thrashing his hips and torso, but Hook wasn’t having it. “Hold still!” Hook grabbed Peter by the collar and dug his knee into Peter’s back, causing his body to wince and his hips to arch. With his ass spread out, Hook sharply sunk his finger in the boy’s rectum. “I said to HOLD STILL!” Peter was forced to comply. The captain quickly withdrew his finger and pressed the cold sphere to the boy’s sphincter, which rapidly engulfed the orb. Peter could feel his sphincter being stretched over the shape, as the captain pressed it deeper. It found resistance against Peter’s inner sphincter, but Hook pushed harder until Peter’s sphincter stretched itself to accommodate the diameter of the sphere, and as it past the zenith of the stretch, Peter’s sphincter rapidly clenched around the ball, pulling it and the rest of the hook deeper into his rectum. “That’s it,” Hook chuckled with delight. “This should put you in your place.” With that, Peter felt a tug on his rectum and a pull at his neck, as the captain linked his collar to the loop of the hook in his ass with a rope and pulled it tight.
Peter tried to alter his position, but it was no use. Hook abruptly smacked Peter’s ass, and the boy instinctively flinched, trying to tuck his ass, but then he felt a tug on his ass and a yank from the collar around his neck. He was fucked. If he didn’t arch his back and stick out his ass, or if he tried to lower his head, then the hook just yanked at his ass, plunging deeper than tolerable, so Peter was frozen in that position. The captain yanked at the rope with his hook, almost lifting Peter off the ottoman, and the hook buried itself in Peter’s ass. “Haha, you’re mine Peter,” he chuckled. “Don’t you see you cocky, little boy. You can not resist me.”
Peter could hear the captain take a seat in his chair, and then he felt his large hand groping his ass once more. Hook circled Peter’s sphincter, which was still twitching and spasming around the foreign, metal rod in his anus. Then he moved lower to Peter’s taint, caressing the tender, virgin flesh before making his way to Peter’s balls. He pulled and rolled the boy’s young balls in his fingers, sampling their small size. Peter was no more than twelve or thirteen in his development, even if his true age was over a hundred. He was forever stuck in his youth living on the magical island, so his hairless balls were small and smooth, with tiny, little, immature, testicles. Peter tried to squirm at the captain’s touch, to tilt his pelvis to hide his sex, but it was no use. While the captain’s touch was creepy and unwanted, the actual sensations were relaxing and felt good, but Peter couldn’t have the captain believe that was the case. Then he felt the captain’s fingers find the base of Peter’s shaft, as he continued to gentle tug on the boy’s sack. Peter tried to push his knees together, but his ankles were fixed several feet apart, so it was no use. If anything, his thighs only acted to push his sex out the rear of his body more. The captain’s fingers were tugging at the base of the boy’s cock with each tug on his sack, which was causing the foreskin to pull across the head of Peter’s penis. The boy couldn’t help his involuntary reaction, and he quickly formed an erection. The captain continued to play with the boy and whispered, “You know boy. You are mine now. Any pleasure you should feel is through me and because of my generosity. Remember that.” The captain pinched the base of the boy’s cock between his two fingers and stroked his shaft, causing the foreskin to pass over the tip of the boy’s cock, quickly bringing Peter’s cock to a youthfully, rock-hard position. His five inch cock was just barely long enough to protrude its red head from the tip of his foreskin. The captain cupped the boy’s cock, finding a small patch of hair on the mound of tissue above his cock. “What do we have here?” He gently stroked the boy’s cock and Peter winced in painful pleasure. With his thumb, the captain stroked the length of Peter’s cock, working a small, sugary dew of moisture to the tip, which he smeared over sensitive head of Peter’s cock. Peter uncontrollably twisted his hips at the overwhelming sensation. Then he felt a ribbon being wrapped around the base of his cock and balls several times, squeezing them and pulling them back, as the captain then tied them to the hook in his ass. His cock and balls were now squeezed and protruding from the rear of his thighs, plainly visible.
Peter heard the captain stand from his chair and walk over to his desk. Peter looked over his shoulder and saw the captain reach for something, but the captain’s body blocked his view. The captain returned to Peter’s rear, and Peter saw the whip that was in his hand. It was a leather-wrapped rod, several feet in length, with a tail of a dozen or more half-inch leather straps several feet in length. The captain waved the whip over Peter’s ass, allowing his skin to sample the cool leather, as it passed over his ass, thighs and exposed genitals. Then, in one quick motion, the captain pulled back the whip and let Peter have a lashing. The impact was jolting, and Peter instinctively tried to tuck his genitals and ass, but then he felt the yank of the hook plunge into his ass and hook his tailbone, causing his collar to choke him. Peter straightened his gaze forward, but then he felt another smack, and Peter winced from the impact. This time is hit the back of his thighs and not his butt. Then again, smack, he felt a large jolt of pain shoot through his body, as the bulk of the whip made contact with his genitals. The strike spanked his balls and whipped the tip of his cock, causing it to clench from the painful pleasure. Again, a strike. Then again and again and again. Peter couldn’t move. He tried to flex his body in tension, to brace his body for each impact, but it was exhausting. His skin was drenched in sweat, as the cabin was feeling hot and stifling. After a dozen lashings, he could no longer tense himself or shout a muffled wale behind his gag. He laid there, draped over the foot stool, spent and defeated, just how the captain wanted him. “I think that is enough for now,” the captain said, as he returned the whip to his desk.
Peter could feel his flesh glowing red, tenderized and sore from the whipping, but then he felt cool drops of oil falling against his flesh. It was running down his ass and thighs and between his crack to the rod in his anus and over his balls to the tip of his erection, dripping from the tip. Then he felt the captain’s hands rub the oil into the boy’s tender skin. It was bitter pleasure, but it was welcome over the whip. Peter could practically feel the glow and heat emanating from his rear, but the oil helped to quench the pain.
“I don’t think you need these anymore,” the captain said, as he pulled at Peter’s belt and cut it loose. Peter felt the back of a blade under his clothes, work its way up his back, across his shoulders and eventually down to his ankles, cutting his shirt and his tights off his body. The captain pulled the garments from beneath Peter’s body, leaving him naked, tied and defeated.
Then he dragged his chair to the front of Peter, right in front of his face and took a lounging position back in the chair. Peter’s head was still cocked up in the air, so the captain’s knees were straddling his ears, and he was staring straight between the captain’s thighs at the bulge in his pants just barely visible under his loose pants. Peter took a hard swallow. The captain slowly unclasped the top button on his pants and then the next and then the next button. Peter closed his eyes and slightly lowered his chin, as low as he could, but the captain quickly leaned forward. Peter felt the captain’s hook under his chin, as he ordered Peter, “Open your eyes!” Peter sighed, but begrudgingly did as he was told. He saw the captain open his fly and reach into his pants, then slowly produced his large cock. There was at least six or seven inches of semi-hard cock in his hand, as he continued to work out his large balls too. He adjusted his position in the chair, working his loose pants down, as he worked his huge member out of his pants, allowing it to rest just a foot in front of the young, boy’s gaze.
It was huge compared to Peter’s, and in that moment, Peter went from shielding his eyes to being transfixed. It wasn’t hard, but it was engorged enough that Peter could sense its girth. It hung down the captain’s thigh, resting on the velvet fabric. The shaft was almost as thick as Peter’s wrist, with large veins snaking down the length of his shaft. The mushroom tip was thick and large, protruding beyond the girth of his shaft. Unlike the round, petite, red tip of Peter’s young cock, the captain’s cock was a purplish-red hew, with a thick brim and curves that cusped to the opening at the tip. The slit looked big enough to accommodate Peter’s pinky, so it felt imposing staring him in the face. The shaft terminated in a thick mound of course, black hair that hid its full length. The captain’s balls hung heavy from the thick testicles from within. They looked like the size of walnuts. Peter could see them rolling around in his hair sack, as the sweat skin was exposed to the open room.
The captain pulled his cock to length, stroking it in his hand. As he did, it was engorging more with blood, growing firmer and longer. The captain spoke with a firm, but calm tone, “Now listen Peter. I’m going to remove your gag, but you will not speak, or we will go back to the whippings, and I won’t go so easy this time. Understand?” Peter begrudgingly nodded. “Then you are going to open your mouth and swallow whatever I give you to swallow. Understand?” Peter’s eyes widened, and he shook his head in defiance. “PETER! Think about your friends boy! Think about Tinkerbell’s well-being! You wouldn’t want them punished for your disobedience, would you?” Peter paused, but then subtly nodded. “Excellent my boy,” the captain said, as he pushed the chair closer and worked his hips to the end. He grabbed his cock and pressed it against Peter’s face, smearing his cock over the boy’s smooth skin, smacking it against his forehead and cheeks. Peter closed his eyes and winced away from the member.
“Maybe you need some more incentive,” the captain declared. He pushed back his chair and promptly stood up. Peter saw him walk to the foot of his bed and open a large chest. He produced a tall object that was covered in a heavy cloak and walked it over to his desk. He removed the heavy cloth, uncovering the lantern, and Peter saw Tinkerbell laying on her side. When the two saw each other, Peter’s eyes opened wide with concern, and Tinkerbell jumped up and began to bang against the glass. “It is no use my dear,” Hook commented on her attempts to free herself. “He is mine now—not yours. There is nothing you or anyone can do to save him.” She stopped banging on the glass. She looked at Peter tied to the floor, a collar around his neck, attached to a hook buried in his ass, with his backside red from his lashings, chained to the floor. She knew there was no way out. She yelled at the captain. “Release him my dear? I think not,” the captain said, as he walked back to his chair. “Besides, Peter is right where he wants to be. Isn’t that right Peter?” Peter looked over at Tinkerbell and at the knife and matches just inches from the lantern, and he had no choice in the matter. Feeling broken, he nodded. “See my dear. Your precious Peter is mine,” he chuckled, as he sat back in his chair and worked it close to Peter’s face. He leaned forward into Peter’s ear and whispered, “When these come off, if I hear a single word from your lips then she dies. Understand?” Peter hung his head in agreement, and with that, the captain untied the rope around Peter’s head and pulled the gag from Peter’s mouth.
Peter spit the drool from his mouth and adjusted his jaw, not realizing the captain was producing his cock once more and working his hips into position. Peter felt the captain’s hook raise his chin, and once again, the boy was staring at the captain cock. Hook grabbed his member and smacked it against the boy’s bare cheeks. “Now open your mouth,” the captain said. Peter did as he was told. “Stick out your tongue.” Peter complied. He could hear Tinkerbell banging on the glass, telling him to fight, but Peter knew he had no choice. The captain smeared the head of his cock on the boy’s tongue, and Peter sampled the salty head. The captain pressed forward, and the head of his cock popped through the boy’s stretched cheeks. He pulled it back and forth, sliding the end of his shaft along the boy’s smooth tongue and popping the mushroom ridge of the head of his cock against the taut lips of the boy’s mouth. “That’s good Peter,” the captain said encouragingly. Then he pressed forward, “Now a little more.” Peter felt the opening of his mouth stretch around the girth of Hook’s cock, as another inch slid into his mouth. He could feel it growing in his mouth, getting thicker and firmer. Peter stared down the captain’s shaft, which looked endlessly long. He was at least nine inches now. The captain held his cock in position for a moment in Peter’s mouth. “Now roll your tongue over the head.” Peter complied and rolled his tongue over the captain’s cock several times. “Oh yes,” the captain moaned. “I have waited a long time for this.” He began slowly thrusting his cock back and forth in Peter’s mouth again. “Your mouth is so warm and tight.”
Tinkerbell’s mouth hung open with shock. There was nothing she could do. She was furious, but she reasoned that at least Peter was not being killed. She felt some hope they would get out of this, yet it was still hard to see Peter’s spirit broken into obedience. Admittedly, she was always fixated on the boy herself, so part of her was pissed that Hook was having his way with her man, but the other part of her was jealous too, for she longed to be intimate with Peter. There was nothing she could do but watch as Peter swallowed the captain’s cock.
“Don’t just hold it in your mouth Peter,” the captain ordered. “Suck on it.” Peter reluctantly applied some pressure and vacuum to his mouth, wrapping his mouth firmly around the captain cock and drawing it further down his throat. “Mmmm, that’s my boy,” the captain moaned. “Just like that. You might turn into a good pupil after all.” The captain pushed more of his cock forward, stroking it slowly back and forth in the boy’s mouth. Then he pulled it out for a moment and smacked it on the boy’s cheeks. He stroked his cock, tilting the long member up in the air, as he worked his hips forward. “Now, suck on my balls Peter,” the captain ordered. Peter could smell the musky scent of the captain’s sex more clearly now, burning in his nose. He reluctantly stuck out his tongue and made contact with the salty sack. “More Peter!” Peter widened his tongue and lapped at the captains balls. “Suck I said!” Peter opened his mouth and applied some suction, and one of the captain’s hairy testicles slowly drew into the boys mouth. “Now with your tongue…” the captain continued, but Peter was already stroking the ball with his tongue, caressing the shape and gently drawing it deeper into his mouth with subtle traction like he had done it before. “Yes my boy. Just like that.” The captain continued to stroke his cock. “Now the other,” he ordered, and Peter released the captain’s testicle and repeated the process with the other. Then the captain released his cock and pressed his ball against Peter’s opening, spreading Peter’s lips, as he forced both balls into the boy’s mouth. He gasped the back of Peter’s head and pulled it into his sex. The captain’s cock hung over Peter’s head, as Peter’s nose was buried in the captain’s shaft. In a moment of affection, the captain stroked the boy’s hair, as he savored the feeling of his balls in the boy’s full mouth. “That’s my boy,” he moaned.
Peter began to gag, and the captain withdrew his sack from the boy’s mouth. Peter coughed for a moment, as drool drained from his mouth. Peter tried to catch his breath, but the captain quickly returned his cock to the boy’s gaping mouth. “That’s it Peter,” the captain continued. “Take it all my boy.” The captain began to stroke his cock back and forth in Peter’s mouth, pressing his member to the back of the boy’s gullet. Peter was gagging on Hook’s cock, but the captain eagerly fucked the boy’s mouth. “Don’t forget to suck Peter,” the captain warned, as he increased his tempo. Peter tensed his cheeks around the cock in his mouth and provided as much traction as he could muster, sucking the captain’s cock the best he could, as if his life depended on it. Peter suddenly felt a tug on his asshole, as the captain hooked the rope behind him, pulling it onto his cock. Peter was forced down deeper and deeper. Peter tried not to gag, doing his best to control his reflexes to gag or squirm away, but any effort was utterly futile. “That’s my boy. A little more. A little more,” the captain moaned. Peter could feel the tension building in the captain’s cock, as it grew firm and stiff, no longer able to bend down his throat. The captain’s trusts became more powerful, clashing the thick, plump head of his cock against the back of Peter’s mouth. “More tongue! More tongue!” he commanded, and Peter darted his tongue back and forth along the back of his shaft.
Without warning, the captain yanked on the rope, causing the hook to sink deep in his rectum and yank his back in extension. Peter gasped at the sensation, but that only widened his mouth in time for the captain to unload his balls. “Oh, oh, yes!” he grunted, as he unloaded streams of cum down the boy’s gullet. Peter immediately gagged, but Hook pulled at the rope, forcing his cock down the boy’s mouth, as his pelvis jolted and spasmed. For an instant, Peter’s nose was buried in the musky aroma of the captain’s pubes, as the captain’s cock forced its way down the boy’s throat, but the sensation was overwhelming for the captain in short time, and he released his hook on the rope and withdrew his cock from the boy’s throat and mouth.
Peter began to cough and gasp, as the cum ran from his mouth. He had swallowed a good amount of the thick, sweet cum, but it was still spilling from his mouth. His eyes were watering, and his jaw felt sore from being stretched for so long that he couldn’t really close his mouth. It just hung there, as he attempted to catch his breath. He looked up and saw the captain’s throbbing cock, pulsating and hovering in the air in front of him. The semi-hard cock was curved down, but still to length, drenched in cum and saliva, dripping some cum from the tip. As if he could read the captain’s mind, or maybe it was of his own will, he protruded his tongue at the falling cum and moved his head to its origins, sucking the last cum from the captain’s sensitive head. “That’s a good boy,” the captain said under his breath. “You’re learning your place.