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He realized that he had made a too hasty decision to become the personal servant of the captain, who hinted almost directly what services he expected from a fragile young man. The lustful gaze spoke of it, and the fact that he was chosen from all because of his innocent look was clear as day. A faint hope still glimmered in his soul that all this only seemed to him, and in order to distract himself from unpleasant thoughts, he began to wipe the dust from various objects and furniture with a cloth.
Soon he felt that the ship, swaying slightly on the waves, trembled and looked out of a small window: the coast of his native town was rapidly receding, which took his breath away.
They were on their way so fast!
Ray felt himself abducted, only now realizing that his parents would go crazy from the loss of their son! What to do?
He darted around the room, grabbing the handle of the locked door again. It was already too late to do anything.
He admired the picturesque scenery for a while, calmed down, and hurried to inspect the deck from another window. There, a line of staff in gray overalls listened to the instructions of their superior as he paced the sun-drenched plank floor.
Surprisingly, among the sailors was the same Taylor from the pier, and he suddenly recalled that he had already seen this guy in his father's tavern. Even then, Ray noticed that this visitor in hat did not take his eyes off him, which happened quite often and to which one could get used. On the same day he heard about the competition. Does this mean that he was chosen a that moment?
Ray brushed aside these thoughts and continued caring the captain's belongings: he cleaned several felt hats and a pair of tunics, black over the knee boots with large copper buckles, made a rumpled bed and neatly arranged the scattered things in chests and drawers.
Soon the captain returned, critically examining the efforts of the new servant and threw a piece of meat in a metal bowl onto the table.
"Cook!"
He stretched out relaxedly on the couch in a white shirt and dark trousers, freeing himself from the heavy trench coat and boots.
Ray quickly completed the task, frying finely chopped meat in a saucepan on an oil stove and serving a small table with a glass of wine, moving it to the couch.
"How nice! - Arlow cheered up and sat up straight, sipping his drink in a mannered way. - You are an aesthete, Ray. I like your attitude."
He sniffed at the dish and, catching a piece of meat with a fork, beckoned Ray to him.
"Come to me… Closer! - The captain patted the couch. - Sit down!"
Ray could not disobey and sat next to him embarrassed under his gaze. Captain suddenly brought a fork to his mouth, forcing him to eat meat.
"Are you going to feed me?" — the astonished boy raised his eyebrows, perplexedly chewing a piece.
"I want to understand by your face, delicious or so-so ..."
"Not bad! The meat is not fresh, but it will roll with spices and onions. Did you buy it on the market?"
"Hmm… I didn't buy anything, - Arlow grinned mischievously, handing the boy a glass of wine. - Our chef does it."
"So you don't want my cooking, Commander?" - Ray exclaimed humbly, trying to move away from the captain.
"What do you think I need from you? I have made it clear that you will have to comply with my every whim. Drink!"
Ray breathed excitedly, cringing.
"I'm not allowed to drink such stuff…"
"Why so? You are quite a grown up boy."
"Dad doesn't let me..."
"I am your daddy now! - the captain flashed menacingly, bringing wine to his lips. - You agreed to sail with me, huh? I seriously thought you liked me…"
"I don't understand what are you hinting?"
Ray took a dejected sip from the glass near his mouth. Pleasant relaxation filled his chest from the tart fortified wine burning his throat.
"Good boy! This will help you quickly get closer to me," - Arlow whispered languidly, glaring at the teen's lips and cheeks that flared up with a scarlet flame.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Are you a virgin?"
Ray closed his eyes frantically, finally realizing where the captain was driving. His head was spinning and his heart was beating wildly at the thought that they were going to do something obscene to him.
"Listen, Commander… I'm not ready for this yet… We just met…"
"Ha! Are you afraid? You knew what could happen to boys on ships, didn't you? Why did you agree then?"
"I wanted to see the world..."
"At this price? Hmm... Your parents don't know you're here, do they?"
"It doesn't matter… it's my choice!"
The captain's hand was already under his shirt, sliding slowly from shoulder to waist.
"Then serve me as I ask… A-ha-ha! What a soft clean skin… just what I need…"
Arlow bent down to kiss the boy on the neck.
"You don't have a wife, Commander?" - Ray shivered from his warm wet kisses and flinched from the sharp goosebumps that ran down his back.
"Who needs such a husband? I'm always on the move... What kind of crazy woman would wait for me for years? I have been looking for a companion like you for a long time: a handsome, fragile boy, a delight for the eyes and hands, and he also loves traveling ... I saw you on the pier and my heart skipped a beat ... And you agreed so quickly ... I still can't believe that you are in my hands. That's why I locked you here… so you don't change your mind and run away."
"And what is handsome about me?" - Ray shrugged his shoulders shyly, wrapping his arms around himself.
Leisurely unbuttoning his white shirt the captain was in no hurry to answer, carried away by his admiration.
"Everything is handsome! Face, big light eyes, plump scarlet mouth, hair, thin waist, long legs. Has anyone told you that you are so pretty?"
"Not really. I didn't think about it... Why are you undressing me?"
"I want to stroke you!"
"Probably, your ex-assistant ran away from you after such treatment? Disembarked at some town and didn't get back on board?"
Arlow burst out laughing, tapping him on the nose with his finger.
"Why such funny assumptions? Do not even try to do this to me! You will visit the ports only in my escort. Got it?"
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