The 25 year old boy lay curled in the corner of the brig listening to the gentle waves and patter of rain on the side of the ship. He focused on the rhythm to distract himself from the pounding ache in his head and ruined ass. He had drifted to sleep for only a few minutes before he woke in a start, his mind replaying the horror of what the captain had done to him. In the dim light he could see two other members of his old crew, the bars of the cage, and something behind the bars. He blinked and squinted. It was the huge man with the bandana tied around his head covering one eye. The boy pushed himself up, ignoring the screaming from his head and ass. He rubbed the side of his head to calm the pounding. Keys rattled as the door was opened. The man with the bandana motioned to the two other men in the cage. They glanced at each other than at the boy before stepping out of the brig. The boy started to stand, but the door was slammed shut with an ear ringing clang. He leaned his head back on the wall as he listened to the footsteps fade up the steps.
He was alone for the first time since his violation. He took a deep breath and slowly put his hand into his pants. An ache came from his balls where they had been squeezed. He adjusted himself gently, swallowing the lump in this throat. He braced himself and slid his hand behind him and gingerly placed a finger on his tender hole. His breath hissed through his teeth and a searing pain raced up his body. His asshole was slick and slightly loose. He could feel the sticky cum, spit, and blood that still coated the entrance. He prodded around gently fighting the urge to cry again at the ache in his bowels.
"Need a minute?" A deep gravelly voice came from the darkness. The boy yipped and jerked his hand out of his pants.
"No! Wh.. who's there??" the boy said loudly, feeling his face turn crimson as he snapped his head up. He stared into the gray eye of the man with the bandana.
A deep chuckle that was almost a grumble answered him. The huge man leaned on the brig, slipping his arms through the bars nonchalantly. The boy pressed back against the wall of the ship staring at the bands of muscles running along his forearms, almost hidden under thick red hair. Tattoos ran up both arms forming full sleeves on the man. How could someone so huge manage to be so silent? The boy thought to himself.
"Got yerself a name?" the man asked. His voice sounded like a barrel of rocks thundering down a hill.
The boy hesitated before answering, "Ma.. Mathias." he said, feeling fear spread through his stomach. He couldn't go through a rape by another man.
The man stood back, flipping his long red braid over his shoulder before pulling some items from a pouch. He rolled a cigarette, taking his time as the silence stretched on between the two of them. When he was finally finished he lit it, taking a long, savory drag. He exhaled and the thin stream of smoke drifted around the man, snaking its way to the boy. It smelled of tobacco and mint, a strangely comforting scent, the boy thought.
"M'names Max," the large man said, extending his hand through the bars towards the boy. The boy shakily stood and hesitated before stepping forward. He stuck his hand out and put it in the paw of the other man. He looked up from the hairy fist enclosing his to look into the man's face. In the dim light he could see the massive scar running from up in the man's hairline, under the bandana, down his cheek, and through the corner of his mouth. The man gave a firm and short shake before releasing the boy and returning to leaning on the bars.
"S'one helluva shiner, ye got ter," Max said, gesturing towards the boy's face. The boy ducked his head and reached up to touch his swollen face.
"Musta had an interestin' first night." Max grumbled before grunting and spitting to the side. "Ol' Capin' Judge ain't all bad. Jus rough round teh edges."
The boy blinked. Captain Judge. He had heard tales of the wicked pirate captain, but never heard of him having a taste for abusing asses. The boy flushed a bright red again as he hoped Max didn't know what had happened in the room with the captain.
"Yeah, we had a disagreement on joining his crew." the boy lied lamely. He swallowed trying to tame the knots in his stomach. He glanced up in the eye of Max trying to read his silence, but could not tell anything from the dark expressionless gaze. The boy dropped his head and moved to the back of the brig. The silence was finally broken by an enormous grumble from his stomach.
Max grunted and pulled out his pouch again. After rummaging around for a bit he stuck his arm through the bars again with a small piece of jerky extended to the boy. " 'er boy. Savor 'at bit der. Meals of meat 're few." Max watched the boy carefully chew the dry plain piece of meat. "If'in Judge ain't killed ya yit, you'll be 'round for a spell."
The boy grimaced and finished the jerky feeling the pounding in his head get worse. He slid down the wall and sat shifting to ease the burn in his ass. Max straightened up with a deep sigh.
"Git sum rest, Mathias." Max said as he stepped away and disappeared up the steps. Mathias sat alone in the brig with the sound of his own name running in circles in his sore head. The way Max had said it. It was like he had tasted every syllable, savoring the word. He closed his eyes to try and drift to sleep.
...
Mathias paced in the brig for hours as the sun rose the next day. No one was returned to the cage. He was alone. A member from the pirate crew brought him some food, or what you might call food, he couldn't tell what it was, but the ache in his stomach from hunger drove him to eat it all. He licked his dry split lip and savored the little amount of water he was given. He figured his old crew as gone, either off the ship or had joined the pirates. The only thing to pass the time was to listen to the crew move around above him. Every so often the silence would be broken by a muffled shout or boots thudding on the floor above him.
Darkness fell, bringing with it the queasy feeling of unease as he remained alone. He had finally settled into the corner when he heard the thud of boots coming down the steps. Mathias jumped to his feet and glared at Max as he moved to the door. Keys clanked as the door was unlocked.
