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Feeling the ship rock again, Garrett tried to get into a comfortable position on the bed. He didn’t know how many hours it had been since the Captain left for the day’s sailing since he kept his eyes blindfolded. Even if he didn’t, Garrett had gotten used to mostly ever only seeing the four walls of the room. He didn’t know how long it had been since he had gotten on the ship as a crew member, only that two days later he had been drinking with the crew and then woke up in the Captain’s bed. Ever since he’d been kept in the room, unless the Captain wanted to bring his slave on deck for some humiliation and public use. He was kept in the room almost all day, always tied up to how the Captain wanted and ready for whenever he returned. Sometimes it was hanging from the ceiling, sometimes it was tied tightly on the bed or floor, rope adorning him. Today, he had been only tied to the bed, but still only barely be able to move, naked as he always was, with his wrists tied to the top of the bed together, his ankles to posts to keep him open for when his Captain returned. Hearing footsteps move closer, the door opening, Garrett whimpered into the large bit gag, flexing slightly in the ropes.
Killian returned to his chambers, smirking as he saw the man bound on his bed. “Right where I left you…” He climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind Garrett’s bound body so he was between the man’s legs with his waist pressed against the man’s bare ass. “Did you miss your captain, my pretty little whore?” Killian leaned down a bit, lightly kissing Garrett’s ass cheek as he moved his hand along the other man’s back. “I certainly missed this sight. You look so delicious. Bound up on my bed, ass up and waiting for your master to return to you.”
He had gotten tired of taking random lovers at ports, getting tired of the constant changing of styles. He rarely ended up with the same person in his bed, rarely having someone who knew exactly what he needed and did it exactly. That would change with Garrett. The first night had been a drunken accident, but the rest had not. He wanted someone who was consistent. He wanted someone who was always there, waiting for him to return and use their body however he pleased. It turned out that Garrett fit that need perfectly.
Garrett hears his footsteps coming closer to the bed. After being stuck in this room and on this bed for so long he knew Captain’s steps even without needing to actually see him. Feeling his hands on his ass, he makes a sound between a moan and a slightly whimper as he strains in the ropes tying him down again. Feeling the kiss on his cheek he whimpers slightly again. He bit against the gag, hating how he was already feeling that pit of arousal spinning in his stomach. The first night together had been adventurous, and he had always found that certain…activities turned him on more than others, and he especially hated how a small part of him enjoyed this, even if he was constantly tied up and kept as the Captain’s bed whore. Feeling the hand along his back, he shivered slightly against the warmth of his hand. He mumbles into the gag, squirming slightly.
“Oh, I know… I know. It’s alright. I’m back for a bit now. I’m not teasing you this time, whore.” He lubed up his fingers, sliding a single digit inside his bound plaything. Killian moved the finger slowly, working him open before sliding in another finger and moving them both. He scissored his fingers apart and back closed inside the man’s hole, petting his ass. “Don’t play games, whore. You know you enjoy being mine and you’re much more useful as a whore than you were as a crewmember. Come now, admit it. You like being my whore, don’t you?” Killian smacked the man’s ass, still working his fingers inside his hole to prepare for his cock.
Garrett suddenly bucked up against the ropes and tried to cringe away as best as he could from the fingers but with him being tied down tightly and basically immovable, he was forced to endure the fingers moving in him. He whimpers and moans again as he feels his fingers working his holes, hating how arousing it felt to have them moving around and preparing him, stretching him out and him feeling all around inside him. He knew what was coming, mewing slightly into the gag. He wanted to shake his head but didn’t want to anger him, or fuel him for anything else he wanted to do to show Garrett it was true. Garrett knew it, even if he didn’t want to admit it. Sure maybe being on a crew he was hoping to get a little bit of attention and action, but he never expected this. And he sure didn’t think it would feel so arousing. When his ass was smacked, he let out a slight grunt and whimper of pain from it, trying to ignore that he was already getting a little hard from being touched and prepared.
Killian grabbed the crop from his belt, smacking it down on Garrett’s ass. “I believe your master asked you a question, whore. I expect proper answers.” He brought the crop down on Garrett’s ass once again, teasingly running the head of his cock along Garrett’s prepped hole. “You like being my little whore, don’t you? You want your master to fuck your needy little ass, don’t you?” Killian hadn’t had Garrett for too long, still working to train his new little toy into his new role. He wasn’t an idiot, knowing that he couldn’t keep Garrett’s new role hidden for too long. That was why he made it very clear that Garrett’s new position came with new rules. The rest of the crew did not speak or look at Garrett without the captain’s permission. When he was left in the captain’s quarters, he was to be left isolated. If he was tied on the deck, Garrett could only be fucked if Killian allowed it. He’d only done it once, so far, mostly using it as a teaching experience to show Garrett his new position and douse any hope of the rest of the crew helping him.
Being blindfolded, and from it being so sudden, Garrett was not expecting the smack of the crop as it came down hard on his ass. He instantly bucked and let out a squeal, straining against the ropes again, whimpering and making garbling sounds into the gag between his teeth. Feeling it again, Garrett jumped and bucked again, squealing and shaking his head as he whimpered and garbled a moan against the gag as he felt the Captain’s cock moving along his exposed and helpless hole. He whimpered, but knew what would happen if he didn’t move his hips up slightly to move into the cock as well. He already made the Captain angry, and likely more so with his answer, he didn’t want more pain. He knew that screaming for help from the others was useless, and almost hated them for it. He knew they may have heard him but didn’t do anything. And the day he was out on deck he watched how they ignored him, or tried to hide their own slightly bulged pants. What ha hated the most about it was that it was one of the most pleasurable instances that Garrett had on the ship, of being so helpless in public. He whimpers, moaning slightly as he got harder.
He sighed, smacking the crop down on Garrett’s ass one more time. “See? The biggest issue with keeping a whore gagged is that it’s hard to understand them.” Killian pressed against Garrett’s body, his hard cock firmly against his ass. “Now, I’m not sure of that pathetic little no of yours was for you not enjoying your new home as my whore or if you’re trying to tell me that you don’t want to be fucked.” He ran the crop up Garrett’s body slowly, using it to lift the man’s face up by his chin. “Either way, it’s a lie. And you should know better than to lie to your master. But, perhaps we should see how big of a lie you’re trying to tell. Let’s give you a little break from the gag, see what you have to say for yourself.” Killian removed the gag, lightly smacking the man’s cheek with the crop. “Now, speak. Tell your master what you were trying to say.”
Feeling the crop sharply bite at his ass one more time, Garrett lets out another small whimper, twisting in the bonds again. He barely hears the Captain’s words, trying to think through the sting before feeling the cock more firmly against his entrance. He moans again, this time curling his back slightly so that he doesn’t get more mad but he feels him touch his gag. Garrett waits patiently and almost trembles slightly as the crop ran up his body and then whimpers slightly when the crop lifts his chin. He follows along and feels the bit gag slowly go. He takes a breath immediately after it’s taken out, and lets the drool fall out of his mouth, licking his dry lips slightly. As much as he loved being gag, even before he met the Captain, it was nice to give some relief to his jaw. He hears the Captain allow him to speak and Garrett shakes his head, “Sir, please. Please let me go back,” he whimpers lightly.
“Oh, you want to go back? Is that so?” Killian smacked the crop down on Garrett’s back, standing from the bed to walk to Garrett’s side so he could the man’s body better. “From the way you were moaning for my cock, I thought you were having a wonderful time…” He ran the crop along Garrett’s partially-hard cock, teasing the tip with it before offering a feathery swat. “Your cock is hard for me, whore. Now, why would I ever let you go back? Hmm? Do you think the crew would ever respect you as their equal? After you’ve been declared your captain’s whore? His property?” He smacked the crop down on Garrett’s ass, watching him closely. “No, I think you’re better off here. I think you’re more useful here. Pleasuring your master, waiting for him to return to use your body. You were mine the moment you woke up bound to my bed. Now, last chance, will you apologize and stop lying? Or do you need to be more thoroughly punished?”
Garrett grunts, hissing slightly as the crop smacks down on his back. He cringes slightly, breathing a little harder as the assault gets a little worse and he tries to calm himself back down. In the darkness, he hears the Captain walking from the end of the bed to beside him and he tenses up again slightly. He tried to shake his head, not wanting to listen to what he says. He believed the crew wouldn’t look at him the same way again, that they wouldn’t respect him. But it had to be better than being here, a bed sex slave for their Captain, that at least that part of the humiliation would end. And whenever they docked somewhere or there was land close by he could escape. He gasps and whimpers as the crop smacks along his humiliatingly hard cock and he shakes his head, “Captain, please,” he whimpers, “stop please.” He whimpers and gasps out when the crop smacks down on his ass again. He flinches again, teeth almost gritting with the pain and the slight anger of his position, “I’m not yours. I want to go back.”
“It seems someone needs a reminder of his place.” Killian smacked the crop down on the man’s exposed asshole, running it along his skin before smacking down on his cock significantly more harshly than before. He returned the crop to Garrett’s chin to tilt his head up. “I am done listening to your bullshit, whore. I don’t like your tone.” He smacked the crop down on Garrett’s shoulder, moving it back to lift his chin. “Now, open your mouth and take your gag.” He smacked his cheek with the crop, holding up a ring gag to the man’s mouth. “Come on, now. I’m not going to stop hitting this pretty face of yours until you open up.” Killian smacked Garrett’s cheek with the crop, again and again, waiting until the man opened up his mouth for the gag to go in to stop. He wasn’t in the mood to hear Garrett speak anymore, annoyed by the man’s pleas to be let go and his insistence that he didn’t belong to his captain. He couldn’t say it wasn’t expected, but he did intend to squash it.
Garrett cries out and whimpers slightly as the crop hits his ass and his skin hard, leaving red marks against his body that heavily stung. He shakes and cries out again when Captain brings the crop hard on his still hard cock. He whimpers, testing the bonds again in need. He shakes his head, still trying to hear where the Captain was in his darkness, trying to hear what he is saying past the shocking pain of the sting against his cock. He whimpers and feels the crop on his cheek and lift his chin up again. He is breathing hard and tries again, “Sir, please,” he whimpers before feeling the ring gag against his lips. He cringes again as he feels the crop against his cheek and he reluctantly opens his mouth, grunting slightly at the ring gag forcing his mouth apart. He tries to get used to the gag that forces his mouth wider, and hates how he feels himself almost getting harder with the gag. He tries to tell himself that it’s not exactly the treatment that he’s receiving, or the predicament, but just the bondage and enforcement of it in itself, but deep down he knows better. But he doesn’t want to admit it, that would mean admitting he wanted to be his Captain’s whore.
He locked the gag in place once it was in Garrett’s mouth, walking along the bed to look him over. “I think my whore needs a little exercise… And you certainly haven’t been good enough to earn your place in my bed.” Killian smacked his ass with the crop, sighing as he roughly groped the man’s ass. “I think some time following your master around the ship will help you learn your place. Have you paraded around the ship, clearly marked as my property, for all the crew to see.” He nodded, smacking Garrett’s ass again. “Yes. That sounds rather perfect.”
He released Garrett’s arms one at a time, straddling his waist to keep him pinned in place as he forced the man’s arms behind his back. He tied his wrists together, arms folded over one another. He tied around Garrett’s chest to the tops of his arms, pinning his arms tightly against his back. Once that was finished, he took Garrett’s legs one at a time. His ankles were tied to his thighs, forcing the man onto his knees. Once Garrett was bound, Killian put a collar and a leash on him to allow the captain to pull his slave around. He pulled him off the bed to set him on the floor, knowing it would be difficult if not impossible to get off the bed as he was bound. “Now, walk on your knees. Show me how well you can do before you’re shown to the crew.” He tugged the leash lightly, prompting Garrett to follow.
Garrett grunts slightly as the gag is in place and secured, hoping the grunt was heard more than the moan he made when it was placed in his mouth, keeping it open and leaving it helpless to whatever his Captain wanted. Hearing his Captain still walk around him, he trembled slightly at the tone, grunting and mewing sharply with every slap that was made against his skin. He hears the plans and shakes his head, still whimpering slightly before struggling as his Captain straddles him and forces him against the bed as his arms are retied. During those brief moments, Garrett tried to quickly move his arms to at least do something to fight back, but once he was already in a partially helpless position of being tied down, he found that even when the Captain moved him he was quickly put back into place. He whimpered, hating how he felt himself getting harder and harder at how he was manhandled as the Captain wanted, hated how his body reacted like this even if it was done to him forcefully. When he is bound in his new position, Garrett tests his bonds again, whimpering again before shaking his head again, not wanting the crew to see him like this, especially seeing how hard he was. The bonds were tight the ropes already making indents into his skin. He tries to get comfortable but in such a tight position it is hard. He suddenly gulps and tries to shake his head as the collar is placed on him, hating having something (though except a hand - not that he’d admit it) around his neck, but he is pulled up anyway. He grunts again and shakes his head as he is placed on his knees. In the position he was in, he could barely move around on his knees and he knew that his legs would be rubbed raw by the end of the night. In the dark of the blindfold, he tries to follow the Captain as he is led, trying to move his legs as fast as he can to not feel the collar drag him forward.
Killian led Garrett a couple feet before looking down at him. “Oh, you poor thing. You need a little help, don’t you? Let’s make this a little more comfortable.” He grabbed a pair of kneepads, putting them onto him to make the movements more comfortable. Once he was situated again, Killian teased the removal of the blindfold before shaking his head
“No, I think you’re prettier with it on. And, honestly, it might be easier for you if you can’t see anything.” At least for the time being, he wanted to keep Garrett from being too aware of what was going on around him as he paraded the man around the ship. He led Garrett a bit more to help him adjust to the kneepads before opening the door to carry him up the few stairs onto the deck before putting him back down. Killian led him a few steps before stopping to talk to some of the crew. “You may have noticed that my whore is with me. It seemed that he needed a little reminder of his place and I thought a little fresh air might be good for him.” He circled the leash around his hand, giving Garrett a shorter length of leash as he used his fingers to prod at the man’s open mouth. “Maybe I should let them use this pretty mouth of yours? Since your cock is so fucking hard for me.”
Garrett painfully shuffled on his knees as fast as he could go with the speed he was being led before he was halted. Already, he feels the ache in his strained legs from shuffling as he had to on his knees, barely able to keep his balance. He patiently waits, still trembling slightly as he feels the aches and from where the Captain was leading him. He maneuvers how the Captain wants him to and he has to at least admit to himself that it was a lot better with the pads on his knees to give him some comfort and not put too much strain and stress on his knees, and protect them from scratches he could get. He still kneels in his spot as the Captain toys with the blindfold, but whimpers and winces when the hand is pulled away and he is pulled forward by the leash. He whimpers but moves forward, going a little better with the padding. Hearing the door open from the Captain’s chamber, he hesitates and whimpers slightly before almost falling forward from not following the leash and he begins to shuffle forward again, trembling a bit more in fear and humiliation. And he hated how the more he was led on the leash, the harder he seemed to get. He wanted to curse himself for the kinks and what turned him on. He hears shuffling from other boots and immediately cowers in it, knowing that it was other members of the crew, men that he honestly didn’t know how long it had been since he’d seen them. But he looks down in shame, whimpering and grunting slightly as the Captain immediately shortens his leash. The other men looked at the pathetic man with mixed emotions. A few looked away, either not wanting to get involved or thinking Garrett had turned too pathetic, while others sneered or grinned at the trustled up toy. The open mouth gag made it easy for the fingers to prod into his mouth and Garrett tried to turn away.
As Garrett tried to turn away, Killian smacked his ass with the crop. “Stay still, whore. Unless you want me to start making it even harder for you to move.” Killian pulled his cock from his pants, using the crop to pull Garrett’s face toward his now exposed cock. “Be a good boy and show everyone how well you suck cock. Maybe you’ll earn yourself a little bit of relief…” He ran the end of the crop down Garrett’s body, lightly running it along Garrett’s hard cock.
He wanted to make sure that Garrett’s obedience was shown off to the crew. And, if Garrett disobeyed, that would be met with quick punishment. He wasn’t planning to allow someone in Garrett’s position to embarrass him in front of his crew. The captain had decided to make Garrett his possession on a whim, which he supposed was strange to some of his crew. That was part of why Garrett was on the deck. He wanted to offer the more unsure members of the crew a demonstration of the pleasures Garrett offered and a bit of a warning of just how easily they could go from crewmates to slaves.
Garrett grunted lightly as he was smacked with the crop when moving away from his fingers. His face is still cast down, as though he could see through his blindfold and didn’t want to face the crew members that he knew were there. He hated being in front of them, that they now saw him like this, a fuck slave for their captain when he was supposed to be with them. He could feel their eyes on him, judging him or feeling sorry for him, watching even if unfaithfully what would happen and how he would respond to his Captain. He heard their sneers, not wanting this to happen in front of them. Feeling the Captain’s cock against his cheek, he recognized it by now after all this time and what the Captain had done to him, he doesn’t completely take the cock in his mouth, but doesn’t turn away either. He doesn’t want this, doesn’t want the crew members to see this (even if the idea of being used in public was making him both aroused and ashamed of that), he doesn’t want to make the Captain mad either and take out punishment on him that could be worse than the crew watching him now. So he waits, still, letting the Captain control him but too nervous and scared to put in the motion to show he would do it himself. And in a way, a deep part of him wanted the Captain to control his move rather than just him saying the words and Garrett obeying.
He didn’t like that Garrett was less than enthusiastic as the captain pulled his mouth onto his cock. “Come on now, whore. Where is the enthusiasm?” Killian pulled the man’s face back again, lightly smacking his nipple with the crop. “Perhaps your attitude will change with a bit more practice.” Garrett was tethered to a banister. Killian leaned down, talking pointedly to the man bound on his knees. “I’ll teach you your place one way or another, whore. It’s a shame you’re set on making it so difficult." He waved his hand to the crew, offering them a chance at the man’s mouth.
Killian kept an eye on Garrett, but he didn’t just sit by and wait. Instead, he did things where he could simply keep an eye on Garrett to monitor the situation. The rest of the crew did their jobs as well, grabbing Garrett by his hair and yanking him down on their cocks as they passed by him. He couldn’t completely tell if productivity was down because the crew was constantly stopping as they passed to use Garrett’s mouth or if it was up because they were all pretty happy after they were finished with him.
The captain returned about an hour later, removing the blindfold and using the crop to tilt Garrett’s face up so he was looking at him. “Now, are you going to be a good boy and show me what you’ve learned or do we have a new ornament for the bannister? You know I don’t care what happens to your mouth tonight, so it’s your choice…”
Garrett groaned slightly as the Captain pulled himself out of his mouth again and listened. He could hear the man’s anger and he shakes his head. The Captain’s tone made him feel like he was being talked down to and scolded as a child. He hated it, hated how he called him a whore. “I’m sorry sir,” he tries to tell him before jolting as the crop hit his body again. Garrett moved again as his Captain moved him and he heard some clinking of chains before Garrett realized what the Captain did. The instant he hears more footsteps come closer to him, he whimpers slightly. “Captain, please, I’m sorr—” but there was already a cock forced into his mouth. He knew it wasn’t the Captain’s and he whimpered again, trying to move his mouth away but the person gripped his hair. He gagged, trying to fight away before feeling cum ready down his mouth. He gagged and coughed as the cock left his mouth. Before he could catch his breath, another cock was in his mouth and for the moment he was glad that the blindfold was over his eyes so he didn’t know which members of the crew were cruelly using his mouth and to hide his tears from gagging so much. When it was finally over, Garrett was hunched over, drool and cum covering his mouth and chin and chest. He panted, feeling sick to his stomach and completely betrayed by people he had once called his friends. When he suddenly felt the hand at his face he jumped slightly before feeling the familiar hands take off his blindfold. He looked up at his Captain as the crop brought his chin up. He heard the question and nodded in defeat and hurt, his voice rasp and throat sore, “Yes, Captain.”
He smirked down at Garrett, lightly running the crop along his throat. “There’s a good boy. See? It seems you are a smart whore.” Killian took a cup of water from one of the crew members, offering it down to him. He knew that Garrett likely needed it after the past hour and he could hear the strain in his voice. And, as firm and almost cruel as he could be, he didn’t want anything to happen to Garrett because of a refusal to take care of him properly. He knew that he had to take care of the man if he wanted to keep him as a slave. It was part of the dependence that a slave had toward his master.
“You know, good boys get to go back down into the privacy of my cabin… But, first, you have to prove that you know your place as my whore.” Killian pulled his pants down to expose his cock, removing the tether that kept Garrett still against the bannister. He reached down, lightly petting Garrett’s hair as he tried to give him a bit of comfort. Killian was getting him close to behaving properly, which meant that he needed to be very careful and make sure that he was coaxing him carefully into his new position.
Garrett gulped, moving his gaze down slightly when the crop moved down his throat, he shivered from the trace of the crop and from the coldness of the air on his bare skin. He didn’t want to look around, couldn’t dare to let his eyes see any of the others. He was ashamed, humiliated. They had used him roughly without a care, and he couldn’t bare to see their faces staring at him as he still was. His face lifts again as his Captain offers him water. It does sooth his throat somewhat. He listens to his Captain, his gaze still on the ground. He nods at the first part. Please, anything to get out of being up here in front of everyone, people he thought would be there for him. But he hears the next part and Garrett cringes slightly at their gaze, but doesn’t want to make his Captain unhappy. He wasn’t sure he could take being out for them again. He hears the Captain unhook him and he does his best to move closer to him. But after kneeling so long his legs ache and have cramped. He moves closer as best he can, eying his Captain’s cock before he moved to take it in his mouth, gently sucking at the other’s member and beginning to realize that his own was slowly starting to rise again.
Killian lightly pet Garrett’s hair as he did what he was told, wanting to help coax him into it. “Good boy. Such a very good boy.” He noticed Garrett’s cock starting to get hard, smirking as he gently reached down to offer him some friction. “Show everyone how well you behave and I’ll let you have a nice bath before getting returned to my cabin.” Garrett was getting washed either way, but he decided to offer it as a reward. It could always be lighter and easier.
He was slowly stroking Garrett’s cock, not wanting to just get it over with and rather trying to tease a bit. “Show me that you deserve mercy and I’m more than willing to give it.” Garrett had spent most of his time on the ship hidden away in the captain’s quarters, bound and waiting. It was rare for Killian to take Garrett out and he’d never left him out for an entire hour before. This was still new. But, he wanted to be very clear. Garrett belonged to him and there were consequences for misbehavior.
Garrett unconciously leaned into his Master’s light touch and pets, acknowledging at least that it did feel nice. After so much roughness and being used as a toy for the crew, as hot as it was, it felt nice to have something gentle now. And honestly, he was a little tired and worn out, and if he had to suck anyone, it would rather be his Master. Honestly, as much as he hated to admit it, he liked his Master’s cock. He had to get used to his new status, but the acts and sex themselves wasn’t bad. And damn him, he was a kinky man and being told he was good still did something to him. Especially because he wanted to be a good boy. When his Master touched his cock, he jolted slightly in surprise before leaning into it too. He took more of his Master into his mouth, his tongue licking the underside a bit. He wanted to be good. He leaned back and the cock came out of his mouth and he whispered, “Please Master, I’ll be good,” he tells him weakly, voice still rough before taking his Master’s cock in his mouth again, whimpering as his Master continued to stroke him as he took more and more of his Master’s cock and sucked.
Killian nodded as Garrett spoke, tugging his hair slightly to silently command him to get back to work. Once Garrett started sucking his cock once again, he moaned and released his tighter grip on his hair. “It seems you’ve been properly reminded of your place.” He stroked Garrett’s cock with more purpose and tighter grip. Killian wasn’t trying to tease him anymore, focusing on getting Garrett to cum as closely as when he did.
It didn’t take long for him to start getting close, breath getting heavy as he started to buck his hips toward Garrett’s mouth. “You don’t cum until you’re finished taking care of me.” He finished soon after the command, tightening his grip to keep Garrett from moving. Once Garrett had swallowed as much as he could, Killian pulled back and gestured with his free hand toward his cock. “Lick it clean. Then you may cum.”
The tug at his hair made Garrett’s cock twitch. That was always a turn on for him even before meeting the captain. He did his best to suck his Master’s cock, not caring about the eyes watching now. He just wanted his Master’s cock. And at his words of being reminded of his place, he makes a sound between a whimper and a moan and his cock twitches again but he doesn’t falter in continuing to service his Mater’s cock. He gagged a few times, especially as his Master was getting rougher. He knew his Master’s body language enough now that he knew his Master was close. So as he came, Garrett whimpered and gagged a few times but swallowed as fast as he could like a good boy. When Master pulls him off his cock, Garrett is gasping, a bit of cum leaking his mouth as he looks up at him. Garrett’s cock would be hard against his stomach if his captain wasn’t stroking it. He leaned and bucked into it as much as he could, feeling the need so badly that he could barely breath. But he nods, taking one last glance at his Master before moving to clean his cock as he asked, licking and sucking it clean as best he could.
“Such a good boy. You may cum.” Killian pet his hair, looking down at him as he came. He gave the leash a light tug, leading him back toward his cabin. “Let’s give you a nice bath and get you back in my bed where you belong. We shouldn’t have any more trouble for a while, right? You got all that rebellious nonsense out of your head, I hope.” He lifted Garrett up into the tub, starting to wash him. Killian slowly cleaned him up, wanting to show that good behavior would be well rewarded.
He gave Garrett time to relax, petting him softly and playing with his hair. Picking him up, Killian laid him down in the bed again. “I expect you to remember this lesson, pet.” He laid down with Garrett, wrapping his arms around him as he started to fall asleep. “We’ll start fresh in the morning.” He expected little hiccups with Garrett, more than willing to knock those back down again.
Garrett waited until he was given permission, still sucking and cleaning his Master’s cock before he let himself go. His cock exploded without much more need, his cum spirting everywhere. He let himself off his Master’s cock and barely had any time to breathe before he was tugged forward. Still getting over his orgasm, he obediently followed his Master, still not looking at the others. When they were more secluded and in the bath, Garrett let himself relax with the hot water to relax his muscles. He was still sore after being forced to crawl around and being tied as he was used. His Master was so gentle as he cleaned him and Garrett let himself take his breath again. When they were back in the bed, he practically melted back into it before leaning against him. “Yes Master,” he finally rasped out. “I’m sorry.”