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Cabin Boy

The captain had called for him.

Markus made way to the captain’s cabin. The ship had docked at Lion’s Arch, and most of the crew had gone off for a night of general debauchery. He’d only gotten the message because of the electronic system the ship’s asuran engineer had installed. The Hero’s Rise was an all-inclusive ship, manned by men and women from many races hailing from all across Tyria.

Captain Tyfone himself was a charr. Markus knew little about the Legions or of Ascalon where the captain had hailed from. He only knew that all charr in his homeland were bound to a warband or branded gladium. He had gladly chosen exile for freedom – the three Legions were no better than the Flame Legion had been back in the old days, at least in his mind.

Markus could see the plus side of the captain leaving his home. He had his own ship, his own crew. His own warband, really. He could go wherever he wanted, sail whenever he liked, ally himself with whomever he agreed with.

Markus was a human, born from two pirates in old Lion’s Arch. He had never been to the great seat of human power, Divinity’s Reach, and had been used to the melting pot of races in Lion’s Arch since he was little. He was eight when he left the city, taken in by the captain and his crew after his parents had been killed by the undead during the Orr invasion.

Now it was ten years later. Today was his eighteenth nameday, and he was a little surprised the captain hadn’t come out of his cabin to even speak to him the entire day. He had a fondness for the charr and considered him a father figure ever since he had lost his own, and he liked to think the captain considered him part of, if not his warband or whatever passed for family in charr society, then at least a valued member of his crew.

He shrugged as he made his way across the deck. Perhaps the captain had just been busy all day, and now he wanted to make up for it. Tyfone was not a heartless charr, otherwise he wouldn’t have taken him in so many years ago.

Markus was never sure why the captain had rescued him and sheltered him. It wasn't pity, that he was sure of, but he had to have impressed the charr somehow. He hadn't bothered to ask since he had become a part of the crew, and there was no reason to ask after that.

The human reached the captain's cabin and gave it a firm knock. "Captain," he said loudly, "it's Markus."

"Enter," Captain Tyfone's muffled voice said through the thick door. "It's not locked."

He opened the door and stepped in. The room was lit by a few bolted down lights which were tied into the ship's asuran power network. Captain Tyfone was sitting behind his desk. Further behind it was the charr's private bed.

The captain stood up when Markus had entered. "Lock the door behind you," he said.

The human complied. "Aye, captain."

The captain maneuvered around his map-ridden desk. He was dressed in a night robe as if ready for rest, the robe tightened at the waist with a belt, but his chest furs were very visible through the open neck area. Markus stared at him in a certain way which he had started doing since a few years ago, a way he couldn't seem to stop without trying extremely hard.

The charr interrupted his staring. "Do you know why I took you under my wing?"

The man shrugged. "Not wholly, no. I must've done something to impress you."

Tyfone nodded. "You were headstrong. You were a ferocious little runt. And you had courage. Courage to see the truth. I saw you cut down your own parents. You saw the truth of what they had become."

Markus remembered. He had to cut apart his own parents after they'd turned into Risen. Most eight year olds would've fled, or sat and cried, maybe even convince themselves that the voice of Zhaitan was the voice of their loved ones, but he had fought and laid them to rest. It was a gruesome memory, one that would not fade after ten decades, let alone one.

"Aye," Markus said. "I did. And you helped me bury them in the pieces I had carved them into."

Tyfone showed no emotion on his grizzled face. He stepped forward until he was right up against Markus, and then he held the man's chin, his paw almost as wide as his head was. The charr stared against the human's eyes, and neither budged. "Tell me the truth. What would you do if Zhaitan were to return and turn me? Or if I became Branded? What would you do if I came shambling up to you and attacked you?"

Markus instinctually wanted to look away, but he knew that was what the captain was testing him on. He held the stare. "I would have to slay you."

Tyfone's throat rumbled, but he kept the stare. "Yes. You would. Good. And then?"

Markus swallowed. He desperately wanted to look away, but he forced the truth out of himself. "Then I would cry. I would weep like a child. You are a father to me."

The captain nodded and broke the stare. "I was right about you. It takes real courage to admit the truth."

"I--thank you, sir."

Captain Tyfone casually walked back and grunted. "Humans hold their eighteenth nameday in high regard, yes? It is the divide between boy and man, hmm?"

"Aye, traditionally in Kryta and, err, Old Ascalon."

The charr turned around and moved his hands towards his waistbelt tie. "In my experience, humans like to talk circles around everything, especially this. I'm not a human." He pulled the belt off and the slipped the robe off, revealing his naked form.

Markus's eyes widened and he turned his head away. "I--"

"Don't look away. I've caught you sneaking glances since you started maturing. Hungry glances. Just now, even, when I stood up. Tell me the truth. Do you want to have sex with me?"

The man was frozen in place. He couldn't disobey the command to stay his eyes. He had fostered feelings of adoration and attachment for the charr since he had rescued him, but those emotions had changed drastically over the years. He couldn't deny that his feelings had grown more intimate as he bloomed into manhood, from childlike idol worship to a desire for...something deeper.

Without even realizing it, Markus's eyes focused between the charr's bare legs.

"Well?"

The human snapped back to attention. "Umm. The truth. Yes. You've been my caretaker since my parents died, but I can't deny I've started harboring more feelings for you. Captain."

"That is good." Tyfone stepped into Markus's personal space again. "I have felt the same about you."

And that was it. The charr charged his head forward. The human flinched, but a furred paw kept him from moving back. The tip of the captain's muzzle met with warm lips, and Markus's muscles relaxed once he realized what was happening. He returned the captain's affection and met tongue with tongue. The charr's tongue was slightly barbed like a feline's, but nowhere near as sharp. He wondered if that hardening thing pressing against his legs would be the same.

It kept touching more parts of his leg. More and more. It actually became worrisome, and Markus wasn't afraid to speak his mind. "I don't believe that's going to fit in me," he said.

Captain Tyfone retreated, revealing the full extent of his length. It would definitely not fit in a mere human. "No," the charr said, "it won't."

Markus looked at the captain's grin, a rather handsome smile from a good looking charr face. He'd seen some that looked absolutely ferocious with teeth exposed like daggers, but the naked one before him was on the friendlier side of the spectrum. The captain was capable of appearing deviant, and he wondered what the charr was going to do about their size mismatch.

When Tyfone returned from his desk, he came bearing a massive rod between his legs and, in his hand, a bottle wrapped almost like it was a Wintersday present. The charr offered the bottle to him. "Happy birthday."

Markus tried to not be distracted by the charr's huge tool or his own stiffening pants. He took the bottle and untied the ribbon around the neck, releasing the wrapping. There were no markings on the glass to hint at what it contained. "Thanks," the human said, "but what is it?"

"I found a special potion supplier. My size should be of no concern. The supplier said some Seraph snob swears by it. Drink it and strip."

Markus chugged the bottle and eagerly stripped himself of his attire. The liquid spread a cool sensation inside him, creeping from his stomach towards his rear. By the time his clothes were tossed aside, he could feel the soothing coolness touch his hole.

After Markus tossed aside his last clinging piece of cloth, he looked up and saw the full measure of his savior. The pirate was sitting enticingly on the edge of his charr king-sized bed, his thick legs spread open for the human’s eyes to feast on. Feast they did - they gorged themselves on the sight of heavy fuzzy balls, hanging low like dangling ripe apples, a shaft that would make even a norn jealous, and, most of all, Tyfone’s handsome yet bestial face beckoning to him.

The smaller male’s cock and knees stood no chance against such an onslaught of visual stimulation. His legs nearly buckled once he’d tread into the intimate zone between the captain’s legs, his shaft stiff with anticipation and need. He had no choice but to kneel before that magnificent charr cock and taste it with his tongue, a taste he had longed for but never acknowledged.

Tyfone’s member was huge and barbed, as expected, although only near the head. He tested the barbs with his hands and felt them soft, thankfully, and followed up with his tongue. The charr moaned, encouraging Markus to continue worshipping the massive shaft that seemed longer than his head was, though luckily nowhere as thick or he’d have a real problem taking it unless the potion truly lived up to whatever it was marketed as.

Markus licked and could only stuff the tip of the throbbing cock into his mouth. He twisted around, using his lips to suckle the barbs, but couldn’t do much else with its massive size. He plopped off with a lewd squish, and then licked his way down to the heavy nuts that hung beneath the towering spire of flesh. Maleness flooded his sinuses, the strong scent turning his thoughts to lust. He sank his face against the furred sack, pushing softly. Unlike the charr’s cock, Tyfone’s sack was actually wide enough to completely envelop his face with plush fur and male musk. The human didn’t want to leave until his own shaft, puny in comparison to the captain’s, throbbed and begged for some sort of stimulation beyond the scent that was driving him wild. The cool sensation on his ass seemed to pulse with his cock, and he needed his captain in him.

He pulled away from those wonderfully luscious balls, looked into Captain Tyfone’s eyes, and shuddered. “F-fuck me,” he stammered.

Tyfone rumbled his throat and put his hands by the human’s sides. He casually picked him up without effort and lifted him until his massive cock aligned with the human’s hole. He pushed him onto the tip, unexpectedly gentle for a charr. Slowly he pushed down, stretching Markus’s ass until his head popped in, and then he stopped pushing.

“Does it hurt?” Captain Tyfone asked, his voice surprisingly soothing.

“No,” Markus said. “Just feels good. And warm.”

“Good. I wasn’t scammed by the merchant, then.”

“I’m grateful for that.”

Tyfone grunted and resumed pushing the smaller male down his shaft. He did it slowly, knowing how fragile humans could be, but he had to resist the feral urge in him to simply throw Markus around onto the bed and fuck him wildly until he was unconscious because he knew he could easily severely injure him that way, especially since the potion was still untested even though he had been told he could mate a human like a charr. He’d take it slow and ramp up his thrusts until he was sure it was true. Afterwards, well, he hoped the little male could take what he wanted to give.

Markus quivered as the barbs slid into him. He could feel them tickling his insides, the warmth of the giant cock spreading all inside him and washing the coolness from the potion away. He felt no pain, only pleasure, and he wanted to try going down on it faster, but the charr was utterly in control right now. There was no way he could struggle against those strong hands that were holding and pushing him.

It felt like an eternity, but Markus could soon feel the touch of fur meeting his buttcheeks. The warmth inside him was so deep that it felt like it was in his belly, and he swore his front was bulging slightly. Yet he still felt no pain, only pure bliss and gentle heat.

The captain let go of him once he was hilted. Markus took the initiative and rode that wonderful charr cock at his own pace, still slow at first but quickly ramping up. The potion provided lube and prevented pain, blowing his worries far far away. All that mattered now was being together with his captain, his foster father, his guardian. He wrapped his arms around the big fuzzy charr, although they weren’t long enough to go all the way around his well-muscled body. He hugged the captain while he rode that hot long cock, going faster and faster, feeling those barbs pop in and out of his hole with every cycle. His legs eventually tired, having to do what was essentially squats because of the length that he had to work with inside him, and he slowed down.

Tyfone noticed and was satisfied with the potion’s safety. He plucked the human up again without effort, stood up, and put him bent over on the edge of the bed.

Markus could feel the looming presence of the beastial charr hover over him. Then came the sharp warmth of his tip, and the wonderful scrubbing of his barbs. Markus couldn’t help but moan for the stronger, buffer, larger male, a creature who could easily snuff him out with his bare hands but instead used them to rub his shoulders soothingly.

Tyfone didn’t push to test the limits of the potion. He went slow once more, gently pushing until his balls made contact with the man’s tiny ones in comparison. He was just so utterly more huge than him, and he wanted to rut him badly, but first he wanted to feel love and be tender, a feeling he had...he had once felt a long time ago.

The charr thrust slowly, holding the human in his hands and rubbing him all over. He wanted him. He wanted him, for love and for pleasure. His large hands glided everywhere along the man’s smooth and extremely fragile skin, careful not to prick him with his claws. One hand held his chest up, holding him a little above the bed while it felt the pulsing of his heart, a heart he had desired. The other hand went down and kneaded the man’s dangling pair of balls which could go nowhere with the charr’s massive pair behind them. They withstood a careful massage while the captain moaned and breathed heavily against Markus’s neck.

Markus let the captain do what he wanted. He was in no disposition to complain, and he couldn’t even if he wanted to. The soft fuzzy hands caressing his nuts moved on to his shaft, stroking and milking it teasingly, too slow to ever garner a full on orgasm from him.

Captain Tyfone kept the pace for a while, a warm and tender long while. He wanted to bask in this feeling for as long as he could before he had to give in to his lust, the ache of his balls demanding release. There would be more touching and cuddling afterwards, he reasoned, and began surrendering to the more primitive part of his mind.

It was sudden for Markus, and a spike of sudden pleasure. The hand that held his chest and heart moved and grasped his head, and then it forced him against the thankfully soft mattress. Even in this, the charr kept his restraint since he could’ve easily cracked the human’s skull open if he was too careless.

Though there was that mercy, Tyfone granted the man no period of adjustment. He began pounding hard at first, and then he paused to make sure the potion was living up to what was advertised. “Are you hurt?” he asked caringly.

“Mrff,” the man responded, his face still muffled by the mattress.

“Oh, sorry.” The charr released the hand that was holding his head down.

“Gods no,” Markus said enthusiastically, his face covered with sweat. “Keep going and don’t stop!”

Captain Tyfone answered with a smirk, a growl, and a heaping helping of meat. The charr absolutely started reaming him, encouraged by the human’s intermittent little moans which escaped the mattress. He drilled and thrust, and Markus could’ve sworn his hips would’ve been ground to dust if it weren’t for the magic that was protecting him.

After several minutes, Tyfone was pounding him like he was a fellow charr, crashing into him like a boulder. Markus couldn’t get up even if he wanted to--the captain was simply too heavy and too powerful to escape from. “Fuck,” the charr muttered, “such a tight little cub. Squeeze for me, boy.”

Markus squeezed his ass even though he really didn’t need to. The human’s ass was just a constant vice around the charr’s giant cock.

It wasn’t long until those hung nuts that were utterly slamming the other male’s set started to tense and churn. But Tyfone still had the presence of mind to finish how he really wanted to. He pulled all the way out, giving Markus a fleeting moment of freedom, before the captain grabbed his sides and turned him over.

He rammed right back in, the slight upward angle of his erect length now perfectly striking the squirming man’s prostate. He gave him long harsh thrusts, each pound driving a stream of pre out of the human’s little cock. Even as his balls started to rise, however, he remembered to lean down and give Markus a kiss, a locking embrace before he filled him.

Markus took the kiss and moaned into the charr’s mouth. He moaned the captain’s name, begging to cum into him. He even took his hands, rubbed the charr’s four ears and grasped his horns, holding them tightly as that wild barbed cock was just about to drill the seed out of his prostate.

The old charr part of Captain Tyfone scoffed at the gesture. The weak little human couldn’t hope to hold him there by the horns. He admired the attempt, though. The civilized part of him which had grown from his journeys sailing across Tyria found the hold rather touching, and he kissed him all the more aggressively. It wasn’t long until he felt the human quiver beneath him.

Markus sprayed jets of his cum between them, some strands hitting the charr’s stomach and wetting his fur while the rest landed on his smooth skin. It was an impressive load for a human, but as he was about to find out, a puddle compared to the lake that a charr could output.

Tyfone’s balls tightened as far as they could, the charr resisting until the very end so he could ride out the entire waves of Markus’s pulsing hole. Then he howled straight into the human’s mouth, never letting go of that indulgent kiss, and Markus never released his grip on his horns while the charr emptied into the smaller male, filling him with warmth. Every place the potion had cooled was now bubbling with fresh warmth, the man’s body absolutely stuffed with virile charr seed until it could hold no more and blasted streams out around his ass so that it soaked Tyfone’s fuzzy sack and dribbled all over the floor of the ship.

When it was over, Captain Tyfone stuck his hands under the human and flipped over with him so that Markus laid on top of him all while maintaining the kiss. More streams of cum flowed out of the human’s gaping hole when the charr’s cock softened, spilling all over Tyfone’s lower half. Several more minutes passed before they broke their kiss, and then they nuzzled each other, Markus able to lie and fit easily within the charr’s frame, settling on him like he was his own bed.

They enjoyed their afterglow for many more minutes before the captain spoke. “I want to tell you something.”

“Yes?” Markus said.

“Do you know why I left the Ascalon? Why I left the Legions, abandoned my people, and became gladium? Can you guess why?”

“You wanted freedom, yes? Freedom to do your own thing. Out here, at Lion’s Arch and the sea, you are your own charr.”

“Mm.” Captain Tyfone sighed, and a flicker of memory blanketed his eyes. “I have loved another.”

Markus went wide-eyed. He understood the implication almost immediately. “He’s gone, isn’t he?”

The captain nodded and looked away, staring off into a memory. “We met as enemies on the battlefield. We had dueled until we were both too tired to fight. And then we talked.”

“And humans have a way with words.”

“They do. Talked me into loving him. We would meet in secret and make love, although it was a different time back then. There were no potions, no magic of this nature. I had no choice but to have him grind into me, a privilege you will also have when I’m in the mood or out of the potion.”

Markus grinned devilishly, imagining what it would be like to top such a massive male. “What happened?”

“We were caught.” The charr shut his eyes and remembered clearly. “We were sneaking to one of our hiding places when a Blood Legion warband spotted us. He took the fall and claimed I had captured him, a spy from Ebonhawke. They hung him. I helplessly watched as the rope choked his life and took him away from me.”

Markus could see water leak around the sad shut eyes of the captain. He didn’t know what to say.

“That’s why I left. I had heard of Lion’s Arch already, a place where anyone of any race could pave his own way. A place where anyone could love whoever they wanted. And I have never regretted leaving.”

“I--I’m sorry.”

“Tell me,” Captain Tyfone said. “After all these years, what do you see me as? Your captain, and nothing more?”

“Of course more,” Markus answered. He thought for a while and understood why the captain would ask such a thing. He admired the charr and considered him close, although now that he was pressed upon it he couldn’t recall any particular memory to show so. He was like a father to him, but one which he’d never spent a lot of time with. Markus shook his head sorrowfully. “I’m sorry if I’ve seemed distant to you, if that’s what you are meaning. You are the captain, after all, with a whole crew to attend to, and I’ve always felt myself almost a burden even though I know I pull my own weight.”

“You were afraid of me.” The charr was blunt, as always.

“I was apprehensive. I didn’t know you wanted me like this. I’m still not sure.”

“You look a little like him, you know? I’m no expert on humans, but I think you do. Regardless, I do want you. I have wanted you, only I had to wait until you were a man, not a cub.”

“So today I am.” Markus rubbed the charr’s fuzzy chin and gave the gentle beast a warm smile. “Then let’s make up for those years we were near each other but didn’t spend together.”

Captain Tyfone smiled back and wrapped his arms around the human, and they slept in peace.