Page 26 of A Flash of Golden Fire

“Give it to me,” he said, his voice a deep raspy thing that thrilled me.

I passed him the soap, my heart pounding, and my scrubbed cock thickening at the look of purpose in his eyes.

“Bend over and hold the side. Spread your legs.”

I did, the water sloshing over the metal edge. I should have been cold, but the heat of my passion kept me warm.

“Good man. I see youcanbe obedient in some circumstances. Now stay still.”

I gasped as he used his free hand to spread me apart, and the other to swipe the soap along my cleft in a way that made me shudder and moan. Then he pressed the piece of soap to my fresh-cleaned hole and teased the rounded tip back and forth, whilst I tried not to give away how much I liked the sensation.

“Look at your greedy little hole. So hungry.”

His words excited me. I spread my legs wider.

“This is the finest castile soap, I’ll have you know. Very expensive.”

“Yes, Captain.” I said. “Are you certain you want to use such a fancy thing on my arse?”

“Oh yes. Nothing is too good for this beautiful, luscious flesh of yours, Simon. Don’t undervalue yourself.”

“Oh…well…thank you, Captain,” I said, genuinely bewildered and flattered at his comments.

“I had a naughty thought. And you needn’t worry, as this soap is made from the most benign ingredients and won’t harm you in the least.”

Harm me?

The tip of the hard bar pressed against my hole, and the captain rubbed back and forth with a steady and concentrated pressure, teasing me open. When I realized what was about to happen, a hot spike of heat flooded me.

Captain Martin, the tricky bugger, pushed the slick piece of soap right up my greedy arse.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered.

I was astonished at the turn of his profane mind. To think of a plan like this and then calmly and deliberately take action, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world to slide a bar of expensive Castile soap up another man’s arse, was…diabolical and dirty in a way that went straight to my heart. Not many people surprised me anymore, so when someone did, it felt like the most welcome discovery—especially when the substance of the revelation fed into my own perversions with such exactness.

The slick bar filled my gut, the way the feeling of connection and acceptance filled my soul. Here was a man after my own strange predilections, who might prove to have the very same ones, truth be told. This scandalous pirate captain, or privateer, whatever he was, who’d brought me onto his ship and into his bed, had exceeded all my expectations.

“Mmm,” Captain Martin hummed, nudging the object further with his fingers.

“But…” I groaned, even though I loved everything about this. “Won’t it get stuck?”

“Oh, I’m not worried,” the captain said, rubbing the outer edges of my arsehole with a determined efficiency.

Easy for him to say.

“Oooh,” I moaned, feeling a wee bit scared but excited at the same time and so heated I thought I might light myself on fire. “Please…”

“Please what, Simon White?”

“Help…me?” I didn’t know quite what I was asking for. The reassurance that the bar would come out, perhaps? But did I really want that, when the soap felt so good in its present location?

Captain Martin sighed. “All right then. Up.”

“Stand up?”

“Yes.”

I straightened, which made the object feel bigger than ever.

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