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The cabin stank of smoke and spilled rum, heavy enough to choke. Ed sat in the captain’s chair, head cocked, pupils blown wide, the Kraken coiled tight beneath his skin. His lips peeled back in a smile that was nothing human. Hw cracks his neck and does a line of rhino horn.
“On your knees, dog,” he raspes. “Make that mouth useful.”
The words struck like a lash. Izzy’s mangled foot screamed at him, nerves sparking from every missing toe, but his body moved before thought could form. He dropped with a grunt, palms flat to the floorboards, and began to crawl. Each drag of his knee was fire, each shift of his weight agony, but none of it matered. The Captain had commanded.
“Yes, Blackbeard”.
The Kraken’s laughter was venom, dripping, cruel. “Look at you. Pathetic little mutt. Still crawling, even after I cut you down. You love it, don’t you? You fucking love it.”
Izzy kept his eyes low, head bowed, shame already burning through his chest. But he reached the chair and knelt, waiting, trembling with the effort to keep still.
The Kraken leaned forward, seized his jaw, and yanked him up by the face. “Useful at last,” he hissed. “That’s all you’re good for.”
Izzy opened eagerly, tongue darting forward, desperate to please — to worship, to soothe, to remind his Captain that he could be more than a weapon. His tongue swept along the vein, reverential, trembling with devotion.
The Kraken snarled. The fist came fast, cracking across Izzy’s cheek. Stars burst behind his eyes, pain blooming white-hot. Before he could gasp, Ed shoved himself into his mouth with brutal force, burying past lips, past gag, past breath.
There was no room left for worship. Only destruction. His throat seized, vision blurring as Blackbeard drove deeper, harder, faster, laughing at the sound of his choking. Every gag, every muffled whimper was another proof of ownership.
Blackbeard’s grip was iron in his hair, dragging him forward until his throat burned raw. Each thrust was punishment, each gag a mark of possession.
“You’d die happy like this,wouldn’t you?” the Kraken hissed, spit flying, voice jagged with fury. He slammed Izzy down harder, watching his eyes water, watching his body strain to resist. “No pride left. Just a hole on a leash.”
Izzy choked, coughing around the intrusion, the metallic taste of blood mixing with salt and musk. His hands scrambling against the floor, not to push away but to anchor himself, to stay steady as his Captain used him, like nothing more than a sleeve of flesh.
A crack — Blackbeard’s knuckles slammed into his cheek again, splitting skin, the pain ringing louder than the gag in his throat. Another blow followed, sharp across the temple, until Izzy’s head reeled.
And still he obeyed. Still he opened wider, tears spilling freely now. His body betrayed him worse: the throbbing between his thighs was unbearable, wet soaking through the leather he still wore. He tried to squeeze his legs shut, but the mess was already spreading, his cunt dripping, held only by the leather. The shame felt hotter than the bruises blooming across his face.
Blackbeard knew it. Of course he knew it. His laugh was cruel, low and venomous. “Look at you. Bleeding, choking, and you’re rutting like a bitch in heat.” He shoved harder, grinding into his throat until Izzy’s vision spotted black. “ Ungreatful bitch. Say thank you.”
Izzy’s voice was nothing but garbled, gagged sobs — but he tried, shame flooding him as the word thank you slurred around the thick weight splitting his throat. His hips jerked against nothing, useless, uncontrollable, making a slick mess of his ruined trousers.
The Kraken’s grin sharpened, cruel satisfaction glinting in his eyes. “Fucking pathetic dog. You’d drown in your own filth just for me to break you.”
Blackbeard yanked his head by the hair, freed himself with a wet, ugly sound and shoved him back. Izzy collapsed onto his hands, coughing, throat wrecked, lips swollen, goatee slick with spit and shame.
“On the desk,” the Kraken sneered, voice colder than a blade. Crueler than any slap.
For a breath, Izzy only knelt there — chest heaving, every nerve vibrating with humiliation tangled into devotion. Then the boot struck his ribs, sharp and merciless, and reality snapped back in.
He stagered to his feet, swaying, his mangled foot shrieking with every step. Still, he obeyed. Still, he bent himself over the scarred desk, legs spread wide, forehead pressed to the wood. His fingers trembled as he fumbled his belt open and tugged the trousers down over bruised thighs.
The cabin air was cold on his skin — but he was already drenched, cunt slick and aching, betraying him before his Captain even touched him.
Blackbeard saw it instantly, a laugh breaking out, sharp and venomous. “Fucking disgrace,” he spat, coming up behind him. “Bleeding from your head and still dripping like a whore. My broken little dog, rutting just because I told you to.”
The Kraken didn’t caress, didn’t soothe. He gripes Izzy’s hips like iron, leather gloves biting into skin, and drove into him with a vicious thrust.
White-hot pain ripped through him — no warning, no slick, nothing but raw violation. Izzy’s cry tore out of his throat, broken and strangled, an echo against the desk. His nails scraped grooves into the wood as his body seized around the intrusion, fire licking up his spine.
Blackbeard laughed behind him, low and merciless. “That’s it. Scream for me. Let the whole fucking ship hear what a bitch you are.” He shoved deeper, harder, relishing with every wince, every sob. “Your cunt’s right there begging, dripping, desperate — and I wouldn’t touch it if my life depended on it.”
Izzy’s face pressed harder to the desk, tears starting to leak hot down bruised cheeks. His cunt throbbed, soaking his thighs, untouched and ignored, while his ass was split open raw under The Kraken’s rage. Every thrust was agony, every impact shoving his body further into the wood, rattling his teeth.
And still — his body still reacted. He was leaking, rutting against nothing, making a slick mess of his own thighs even as his Captain tore him apart. The humiliation was unbearable, searing deeper than the pain itself.
“You love it,” Blackbeard spat, voice dripping venom. Another brutal thrust made Izzy yelp, muffled into the desk. “You fucking love being nothing. Just a hole. My dog, whining and dripping while I ruin you.”
Izzy choked on a sob — and the words "Thank you, Captain" broke past his lips anyway.
Every thrust was fire, tearing him wider, leaving streaks of blood down his thighs. The pain should have broken a normal human — and yet it only made him shudder harder, his cunt leaking, spasming, his hips jerking helplessly against the desk.
The Kraken saw it, felt it. His laugh was jagged, triumphant. “You’re crying, bleeding — and your cunt’s dripping like you’re in heat. Filthy fucking dog.” He rammed harder, grinding in until Izzy yelped, the sound breaking into a sob.
Izzy’s tears wet the desk, soaking into the scarred wood. His whole body trembled with the effort to endure — and still, every brutal stroke wrung a deeper response from him. The pain was blinding, almost unbearable… and yet it twisted into something hotter, sharper, until he was clenching around his Captain's cock in rhythm, shame boiling up with every pulse.
“Look at you,” the Kraken hissed, breath hot against his ear. “Your blood’s the only slick you’re worth — and you’re still squeezing me like you want more.” He thrust again, dragging a broken cry from Izzy’s throat. “Gonna cum, aren’t you? From this. From me splitting you open. Your are gonna cum because you are nothing but a bleeding hole.”
Izzy tried to deny it, words catching in his shredded throat — but his body keep on betraying him. His hips jerked, thighs slick, and the wave crashed over him, orgasm ripping out of him. He gushed into his ruined leathers, clenching tight around the brutal intrusion, every nerve screaming pleasure tangled with pain.
Blackbeard roared with laughter, grinding deeper, savoring every involuntary spasm. “You came from this!!. From me beating you bloody and tearing your ass raw.” His teeth scraped Izzy’s neck, and then he spat the final venom: “My fucking dog. Every hole, every tear, every fucking sob.”
The Kraken never slowed. He drove into Izzy over and over, careless, merciless, using his body like an object. The pain carved itself into every nerve, blood slicking each brutal thrust until Izzy was openly sobbing, throat shredded from chokes and cries.
There was no tenderness. No reward. Just cruelty stretched out until it blurred into monotony. The Kraken's breathing never hitched, never softened — he wasn’t chasing release. He was chasing destruction.
Izzy shook against the desk, knees trembling, muscles locking and failing, cunt untouched and dripping, ass raw and burning where Blackbeard split him open again and again. His tears a pool on the scarred wood, shame soaking into every sob. And still, he clenched when commanded, still obeying, because his Captain demanded it.
Then — suddenly — it was over.
The Kraken drenched free with a wet sound and stepped back, breathing steady, as if he hadn’t just brutalized his first mate into ruin. He reached for the bottle of rum took a long swing, and let the liquor drip down his chin.
No glance, no smirk. Just the sounds of the a scarpe of leather as he adjusted himself, the clink of glass as he tipped the bottle back.
The Kraken didn’t even look at the left before him. He’d already wrung out every use, every sound, every drop of obedience. Izzy stayed there, knees trembling, skin streaked with tears, spit, blood, and sweat drying all over his skin. Wide open and abandoned.
Detached, casual, like Izzy wasn’t still bent open before him, bleeding and shaking, he turned around leaving the room.
“Dismissed,” the Kraken said, flat and careless, as though he was speaking to nothing at all.