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Jaqard peered out of his cabin and straightened his vest absently. The day had given smooth-sailing and the night was peaceful. There was not a cloud in the sky and a strong wind lingered to pull the ship along while the moon helpfully glowed down.

He stepped out of his cabin and began idle rounds. His disciplined crew needed no threatening or coddling. Everything he inspected was as it should be. Tight knots, supplies tucked away below decks and the helm under constant supervision. With everything confirmed in order, the handsome pirate captain found himself at ease and he turned on his heel with intent to return to his cabin when a melancholy sight caught his eye. Though it came as no surprise to see his crewmen idle above-deck in the wee hours, his newest recruit sadly loomed up near the bow with his arms at rest on the guardrail.

Jaqard knew it was blatant favoritism to comfort the youth but he didn't stop himself. Every other man on his ship was expected to be surly and tough. He expected the new boy to grow callous in time, but for the time he enjoyed the softness, feminine form and sexuality. In a queer way he didn't want the boy to become a proper pirate.

The captain lay a naked paw on the young foxcoon's shoulder. The touch spurred his recruit to a gentle flinch. Jaqard reassured him with a fond squeeze. "Calm waters this night," he remarked and looked past the foxcoon, out to the sea. It idly breathed as if alive.

"Yes captain," replied the foxcoon. In his quiet voice was respect, and some submission.

Jaqard kneaded and rubbed the younger tod's shoulder in one paw. With the other he reached up beneath the boy's opposite arm and nested it inches beneath his armpit. "You're troubled tonight, Desmond," he gently said.

Benign and public affection from Jaqard was something that the foxcoon had grown used to in his time among the pirates. He was fully aware that his effeminate appearance which came in sharp contrast to the rest of the salty crew was what honed the captain's lust to him so finely. In the simplest and crudest terms, he was a makeshift girl. "Idle thoughts," Desmond answered as he leaned into Jaqard.

"Seems you've been having them more and more. Every night I find you out here, staring forlornly at the sea." He smiled thinly and put his chin on Desmond's shoulder. Desmond grunted quietly, to which Jaqard chuckled and gave him a gentle squeeze, after which he backpedaled a few paces. "Most of the men on my ship have reasons to contemplate the sea. I'm not sure that I'd believe a young baker who begged to be a pirate has any such reasons."

Desmond glanced back at Jaqard with a small, enigmatic smile and appeared to be on the verge of saying something witty. Ultimately he said nothing and turned back to the sea.

"At any rate," said Jaqard with an authoritative edge, "look alive, boy. To my quarters."

Wordlessly Desmond turned, nodded and followed his captain obediently. To young Desmond's knowledge, being called into the captain's cabin meant he was in trouble or that the captain desired his unique form of company. The former was so uncommon as to be a myth as far as he had seen, but the latter was so common that it was the assumption he was under, and it immediately proved true, albeit not in the way he had expected, for sitting back upon Jaqard's bed and leaning on the wall was Vic, Jaqard's most trusted crewman and Desmond's mentor in life at sea. Though a short rat, Vic's incredible musculature made up for his height and lent him a great amount of density. There was no man at sea or on land who could compare to his impeccable definition which was made all the more apparent by his total lack of clothing.

Against the cabin's wood grain and the tan sheets of the captain's bed, Vic's black, shiny fur put into sharp contrast. Folded behind his head were his monstrous arms and his armpits were made easily noticeable by sight and smell, for they emanated the potently masculine smell of the rat's body. Ever a stoic, he nodded at Jaqard and gave Desmond the same acknowledgment.

"Uh," Desmond grunted. His face twisted up into a cute grimace with a hot blush and splayed ears. He understandably gazed at the thick but flaccid length of Vic's black penis with nervous eyes.

"Be calm," cooed Jaqard as he stripped down to his naked fur. When he slid down his leggings, he grinned and nodded expectantly at his young recruit who quickly, albeit reluctantly did the same. When the boy was nude, Jaqard coyly remarked, "Allow me to demonstrate to you what a true man looks, feels, smells and breeds like," he chuckled. "May a few of these qualities imprint upon you." By tugging Desmond by the arm, he guided the foxcoon to sit at one side of the rat and took to the other side himself.

"Observe this stunning male form," the captain said with abundant reverence, tone but a coo. Whether this sweetness was directed at Desmond or Vic was unclear. Desmond was much too bashful to make assumptions.

Jaqard motioned grandly to Vic's chest and crooned, "Definition which only a life of hard labor can endow a man with." The handsome fox took hold of Vic's arm. With a grope on the muscle, he coaxed the rodent to flex and promptly heaped on greater praise. "These arms are deadlier weapons than all the muskets and sabers on a naval warship, young foxcoon. Vic could and has killed men bare-handed. I've no doubt in my mind he could rip a man in half if he so desired." All the while Vic gazed at the far wall, unfazed by the captain's words. His face was hard, set in stone like his body. "Touch him, feel this male form," Jaqard warmly growled to Desmond.

Desmond did so with endearing trepidation. His soft paws were hardly the mitts of a tough swashbuckler and he was in fitting awe when he stroked over the rodent's diamond-cut musculature. His delicate finger pads traced deep into the crevasses of muscle and he had a sense of the rat's raw power. "It's strange to lay my paws upon him," cooed the foxcoon.

With a quirked brow and a coy smile Jaqard asked, "Why is that, boy?"

"Well," Desmond practically giggled, "I'd think he's got more strength in his pinky than I've got in my entire body."

Jaqard chuckled easily and said nothing to the contrary. As Desmond took hold of Vic's arm and worshiped the chiseled flesh, Jaqard smiled. "Desmond," he spoke and earned only a half-interested glance from his new recruit, "think of those cannons you grease to earn your keep. Imagine the sheer weight of all of that iron. It makes one cringe to think what that weight might do to a body such as yours or mine, yes?"

Desmond winced at the notion of such grievous injury, but it seemed nothing could distract his admiration of the rodent's arm. In the moment he nosed into the hard flesh and went so far as to softly gnaw. His teeth were vulpine and thus needle-pointed but Vic felt only a pleasant tingle. A love bite like Desmond's was meant only to give pleasure. Jaqard smiled at the sight. He considered the subject dropped and didn't mind, but the foxcoon managed to answer, "I might choose not to think of that kind of harm, but yes, it makes me cringe."

The captain rested lazily against Vic's burly form and dragged a revering paw around the rodent's chest. "Had it not been for Vic, I'm fairly sure I wouldn't be alive today. I realize it sounds like a tall tale but it's complete fact. When I was as new as you are now, it was Vic who stopped a loose cannon from landing on me. He caught it as if it were fruit falling from a tree." Jaqard sighed and smiled dreamily. "To him, it weighed nothing." The memory spurred Vic to a tiny smirk which vanished before either of the foxes caught it.

"Did he really?" Desmond asked wide-eyed. He spoke with surprise but not disbelief. Gazing at Vic, touching his hard form and experiencing his musk was enough to make the tod buy even the most far-fetched of stories, though Jaqard spoke the truth.

Jaqard peered around Vic with cool eyes and answered softly, "Mmhmm." Soon his lewd paw slid low and paused on the rodent's stomach. There was no consequence to his fingers tracing the rat's abs. Vic wasn't a ticklish man by any stretch. "Seeing him hold that long, black cannon was thrilling in its own right, for I must admit that he handles such things with great skill." Jaqard bore a coy smile and Desmond mirrored it knowingly. "Have a look at this, Desmond," said Jaqard when he took hold of Vic's manhood which was a great many inches flaccid, in fact just short of a foot. On his short body it was a colossal endowment, still bigger than what the taller foxes had in their sheaths.

The rat's manhood was too jaded to swell at the captain's idle touch and didn't harden even when the fox leaned forward and cupped the blunt tip in his palm. Jaqard hoisted the musky flesh and admired the weight of it as he cooed to Desmond, "I've never met another man as endowed. Of course, size means nothing without skill, but I assure you Vic has skill in excess." His enigmatic grin made Desmond blush. To fruitlessly test the limits of Vic's silence, Jaqard longingly kissed the rat's cheek and the top of his muzzle.

"Here, Desmond," Jaqard spoke to the vibrant foxcoon while hefting Vic's penis, "touch and feel. Don't lie to me, I know you want this cock."

In the short time Desmond had been a part of the crew Jaqard had come to understand him well and he was absolutely correct in his assumption. With a trembling paw the boy took hold of Vic's manhood. In the same moment Jaqard withdrew his own paw and lay it on the rodent's thigh for the time being. "It's so heavy," Desmond muttered. The boy's ringed tail was flicking and nearly wagging.

"Isn't it, though," Jaqard chuckled coolly as he petted the rat's thigh. He purposefully let the outer edge of his paw rub against the rat's plump and musky sack. "I have no illusions of being penetrated with that easily," he grinned, "but the pain is well worth the pleasure. It may come as a surprise to you, but I'd lift my tail for Vic any day."

Desmond grinned tightly at Jaqard as he palmed the rat's flaccid flesh in both paws. While he did so he leaned completely against the stocky rat. Vic didn't budge. "My dashing, masculine captain," Desmond sneered and popped an eyebrow up, "getting taken from behind?"

Playful insubordination was permitted in Jaqard's bed but nowhere else. He met Desmond's toothy grin and countered the boy's teasing. "And are you any better? Wouldn't you grab your ankles in an instant for that?" Jaqard asked and nodded at the rat's member.

Humbled and only half-sure that his captain was being playful, Desmond took the safer choice and answered, "I would, captain."

Jaqard nodded smartly and his paw which formerly brushed Vic's loins became all the more direct. He clutched that heavy, black ballsack and its sheer size exceeded what space his palm had to offer, but that was no deterrence to a fox. Merely cupping those thick balls in his paw made him chuckle and grin like an imp. With that same quality in his tone of voice he said, "To my knowledge, this godlike rat hasn't impregnated any of the dozens, if not hundreds of fine wenches he's had his way with on shore leave." Briefly this hung in the air and Vic cracked a barely noticeable, brief grin. Jaqard concluded, "I'm sure that if he had, we would have heard tales of lads moving mountains over by now."

Though he laughed, Desmond didn't doubt Jaqard. "I'll admit that I've never met a more masculine man," he cooed with a firm squeeze on the rat's cock. After so much idle stroking Vic's flesh was finally hardening The flaccid flesh lazily engorged and in doing so achieved stunning girth. Though only half-erect it drooled copiously with sticky pre. The natural lubrication mostly made Desmond's paw slick, but Jaqard's paw was close enough to catch some as well.

Vic sighed but disguised it as a bored huff and inched his legs apart to better accommodate Jaqard's touch. He leaned more on the wall of the cabin and the sturdy hull creaked. Having his godly form worshiped by his captain and the effeminate new recruit at once was truly a pleasure, but he didn't consider himself lucky. He knew emphatically that he deserved the attention.

Once he shifted on his knees and situated himself beside Vic, Desmond chose to show greater admiration for Vic's form. One paw stayed put around the middle of Vic's cock while the other grasped the blunt, wet tip. With both soft mitts, he kneaded the flesh. Though this pleasure was wonderful, Vic was as stone-faced ever. His eyes had taken on a subtle glaze of pleasure and his meat reached its full size relatively quickly under the foxcoon's ministrations, but he spoke no praise or uttered any moans.

Desmond required no reassurance. Worshiping a handsome man was something that a fox, especially one so subservient would do willingly any day. Worshiping Vic was a compulsion even for straight men.

Desmond licked his lips hungrily, leaned down and planted a wet kiss on the tip of that cock. In the kiss he lapped over the tip and treated the tender flesh to his smooth tongue. Desmond's reward was a spurt of pre so heavy with musk that his head swam. Eager for more of Vic, Desmond lapped again and again. Both paws held onto the rodent's shaft and they groped and palmed wherever they wound up. Meanwhile he suckled on the broad tip and lapped up the pre that oozed out. Not a single drop was wasted.

At last Vic broke somewhat when he sighed and closed his eyes. A greater compliment to Desmond's work came when he lay a heavy, fleshy hand on the back of the boy's head and threaded his fingers through silky blonde locks. His other arm more casually snaked around Jaqard and squeezed the captain against his hard form.

As he settled against Vic, Jaqard appeared neither submissive nor dominant, merely calm in the presence of Vic's masculinity and he palmed the rat's thick balls more intently. By then his paw smelled heavily of the rodent's masculine scent, by no means an overwhelming or off-putting smell, but still a strong one. It became clear to Jaqard that Vic's genitals were Desmond's responsibility and so he released the rat's sack and lay his paw on that chiseled chest instead. With familiarity he caressed the rat's musculature and traced the creases with his fingertips. "Total perfection," the tod mused then planed a kiss on Vic's cheek. Beyond his words, the only sound in the cabin was that of Desmond's fervent sucking.

As he was wont to be, Vic was quiet and breathed lowly and steadily as he took the pleasure the boy offered him. Desmond's suckling maw was eager and talented, but his work was made difficult by the rodent's sheer girth. He compensated with stroking paws and a great amount of play with his tongue.

By squeezing Jaqard tightly and giving the back of Desmond's head a soft rub, Vic made it perfectly clear that despite being so passive, he was enjoying the male intimacy of the moment.

The captain was aroused but seemed to prefer the sidelines. He ignored his knotted cock and watched with considerable interest as the prettiest member of his crew sucked the burly rat. All throughout his idle observation he graced Vic's cheek and neck with kisses, light forms of gay affection delivered without shame.

Out of necessity Desmond was the most aggressive of the trio and he skilfully and thoroughly sucked Vic as well as his long, but narrow snout would allow. Each spurt of pre he tasted was rife with male musk and thus a treat. Every inhalation of the rodent's scent made him shiver. Dangling between his legs and drooling steadily was his pink knotted cock. His ringed tail was flagged high above his taut rear.

Vic took notice of the raised tail and the unconscious offer it indicated. Since Desmond had joined, Vic had spent many nights working with him but never anything more than shipmates. Tonight marked the first time he'd ever seen the foxcoon nude in a sexual setting, let alone had him in such a manner, but he had always been aware of the boy's fine figure. Like Jaqard, he enjoyed the masculine male form, but again like his captain, he also liked the ladies. Desmond fell somewhere between the genders and that was refreshing for Vic.

The rodent abandoned Desmond's silky locks and petted down his body. His hand was a noticeable weight on the boy's naked back. Despite his bulk, he was much shorter than both foxes and his lesser reach saw him leaning over top of Desmond to keep rubbing down his body. With a contrite grin he palmed those slim hips and took full inventory of the supple flesh. Desmond was nothing but compliant to Vic's appraising touch. Feeling the rat's heavy hand on his behind was an honor. Not even Jaqard's skilled lovemaking could top the thrill of Vic's desire. He shuddered and pressed his taut ass cheeks into the rodent's fleshy mitt with the hope that the rat would want more.

In the back of his mind Desmond knew that Vic had always wanted him. In his first day aboard Desmond took notice of the rat's kind attitude towards him and his willingness to be a mentor. There was plain lust underneath the simple friendship. A pretty boy like Desmond on a ship full of pirates was inevitably going to be lusted after, but Jaqard's men were well-behaved and fiercely loyal. As such, Desmond was the captain's boy first and foremost, but Jaqard saw fit to share the feminine thing with Vic.

Vic knew that Jaqard sharing the boy was a great honor but he didn't speak of it. He knew that his gratitude would be best expressed by taking full advantage of the boy. He squeezed his captain closer and glanced at him with a tiny smirk. His pupils flitted to the sucking, gulping foxcoon. Jaqard responded with a mischievous chuckle and an equally subtle nod.

First Vic eased his arm from around Jaqard and softly pulled at Desmond's locks to disengage the boy. The captain moved to the side, lay on his flank, planted his elbow in the bed and propped his head up on his palm. Idly he stroked his knotted cock but with no apparent intent to get off.

Desmond was clearly reluctant to stop suckling on the rat. He was so drunk on musk that he wanted every sniff and taste of Vic he could get. When he did pull back he exposed the hot, black flesh which was by then completely slathered in drool and it glistened in the candlelight. He looked haggard with tangled hair, a blush and an aching erection.

With the sex he wanted just around the corner, Vic did nothing to hide his grin. It looked exactly as lewd as the rat's thoughts were. He knelt like Desmond and pulled the boy close. From the boy's lips came a cute gasp which Vic loved but outwardly ignored. Without speaking a word he rolled the twink over and put him on his paws and knees.

Desmond peered back at Vic blushing and huffing. Instinctively he kept his tail high and it punctuated his flawless behind. Vic palmed and examined the boy's rear and dragged his tongue over his lips in obvious desire.

"What a lucky boy you are," Jaqard crooned and caught the boy's eye. He winked and smiled devilishly. "To be mounted by the manliest of men in the presence of your captain, no less..." With a lewd growl he tweaked the pointed tip of his cock, then slid his paw down and groped the knot.

By shifting his fleshy palms around Desmond's ass cheeks but not gripping them, Vic merely teased the taut curves for the moment. Now and then his hands found purchase on the fur and he thus exposed the snug pucker between. These lewd glimpses made him huff.

The teasing was too much for Desmond to bear. Afraid to assert himself but eager to be fucked, he snared Vic with reverent eyes and cooed, "I'm yours... Do what you want with me." Desmond's ploy seemed to work, for Vic scooted in closer and notched his dark shaft between the twink's rump cheeks. Only a lewd grind came of it, a means for the boy to realize just how menacing that rat cock was as it parted his cheeks and spread them apart like a bun. Softly he ground into the warm cleft, playfully sawing the foxcoon's intimate flesh with his big cock. The feel of warm fur on his meat coaxed a subtle moan from his rough lips.

There was no question of whether or not Desmond liked it when he shuddered and cooed warmly. He wanted Vic to truly fuck him just so he could experience the entirety of his masculinity, though any way Vic touched him was wonderful. Fortunately for Desmond the teasing proved short-lived. It was no surprise that all three men wanted more. Vic craved Desmond, Desmond craved Vic and Jaqard craved a good show.

Vic eased back, wrapped a hand around his dark meat and braced the other on Desmond's slim hip. He bit his lower lip in concentration and prodded his cock's wide tip to the pink pucker hiding between those cheeks. The contact was the source of a small amount of pleasure for the rat who enjoyed the implication more than the sensation itself. By contrast, Desmond crooned hotly and arched his back.

Vic bit down harder on his lip and grinned more widely when he pushed forward and started to spread the twink open. The penetration was slow and difficult, pure pleasure for the rat but a source of winces and hisses from Desmond. Vic knew he could have rammed it home without a second thought but harming the boy was the last thing he wanted to do. Desmond shuddered and lowered his front into the bedspread. He left his rear propped up for Vic who carefully sank into it.

Jaqard said nothing and merely watched with a tight smile. As happy for Desmond as he was aroused, he stroked his shaft quickly and squirted his pre every few moments.

At the halfway mark Vic slid moved his hand down and gripped his cock at the base, but when the last inches began to enter the boy he removed his bracing hand entirely and instead held onto the boy's hip with intent to comfort and control Desmond. As his grin mellowed out into a content smile, he started to ease back. He was fucking the boy but only in the lightest sense of the word. For all his strength he had the foxcoon in a surprisingly gentle way, but he was still beautiful as he worked. Moving with his legs saw their muscles flex and bulge, his thighs especially impressive.

Desmond no longer spoke, only crooned and shuddered. His knotted cock dripped pre onto the bed, stayed hard and even seemed to throb harder despite not being touched. Vic was simply that stimulating. The rat's thick shaft filled him perfectly, perhaps wider than an anal virgin would have cared for but it was a wonderful size for someone as experienced as Desmond.

Whip tail lashing, chest heaving, Vic savoring the pleasure of fucking the boy. So very tight and hot was that vulpine behind, and so eager too. The rat could feel the twink's anal walls working against him but their smooth texture just made the sex all the more alluring. Vic wanted nothing more than to seed that feminine, young thing.

By grinding harder and bucking faster, Vic steadily ramped up his pace until he was truly fucking the twink. There was little time spent in-between the two extremes but both males seemed to prefer it that way. Every buck of his hips made his heavy black balls swing up to swat at Desmond's. The contrasts in their colors and sizes made the show all the more arousing to Jaqard who watched and stroked himself fervently.

Desmond was panting harshly when he reached down and took hold of his cock. In a tight grip, he masturbated almost as fast as his captain did but. He was almost too eager since his paw slipped off now and again. It was obvious just how close he was when he whimpered and gasped. Each and every ruthless thrust from the rodent pounded him hard and stretched him wide to provide such unbelievable pleasure.

The rat grimaced when he realized his orgasm wasn't far away and he moved his heavy hands to the twink's shoulders. Desmond was already face down and ass-up but now pinned like so, all seemingly for the sake of the rodent's domination. His tail whipped back and forth and audibly cut the air. His great chest heaved magnificently as he nailed the writhing, masturbating twink as if the boy were solely his, although for the moment he was. Not even Jaqard would dare try to stop Vic in the middle of a hard fuck.

The foxcoon grit his teeth, hissed through them and beat Vic and Jaqard to sweet release when he came onto the bed. In his orgasm his tail hole tightened up around the rodent. This involuntary clenching spurred the twink to yelp and gasp, for the pleasure prolonged his release.

Vic grunted sharply at the clenching and knew exactly what it meant. Desmond wasn't the first man he had fucked and he wouldn't be the last. The timing of the boy's climax was almost perfect and the tight squeeze proved to be exactly what he needed to get over the edge. The rodent quaked in pleasure and every glorious muscle tensed to a diamond-like hardness as he rammed his cock home one last time and splattered a messy load deep into the foxcoon. Those spasming anal walls were soon covered in thick release and he meanwhile pressed the boy down roughly and gripped his shoulders tightly.

Jaqard was already close, but seeing the obvious symptoms of Vic's release was the finishing touch. The captain flopped onto his back gracelessly and huffed through clenched teeth with eyes shut and ears splayed back when he gripped his knot and came with rope after rope, each one becoming a gooey mess on his hard stomach and chest.

Not long into afterglow, the three men coalesced into a cuddling pile ripe with musk and sweat. Afterglow had each creature rumbling fondly and rank mattered little for Jaqard and Desmond freely exchanged kisses and nuzzles. The captain's teeth found Desmond's ear and nibbled upon it while Vic's heavy hand palmed the captain's rear one moment and rubbed Desmond's sheath the next. For half an hour the content dogpile went on, and only when the mutual afterglow had completely faded did Jaqard vacate the bed and Vic scooted away from Desmond. From his cabinet Jaqard took a bottle of fine rum and shared swigs with the foxcoon and rat. After another drink of his own Jaqard spoke fondly to Desmond, "I think you'll do just fine aboard my ship, boy."

Desmond chuckled sheepishly and brushed a paw down Vic's flank. The rat's eyes were closed but he wasn't asleep. "So long as I can be around this perfect man I've ever seen." Vic smirked smugly, but Desmond missed it when he glanced at Jaqard with a playful smile. "Well, the two most perfect men I've ever seen..."

"Flattering your captain, hm?" Jaqard smirked.

The foxcoon seemed more at ease after his romp with Vic. He folded his arms behind his head and shrugged. "It's not flattery if it's true, hm?"

"Excellent answer," said the captain with a smile. "Now, cabin boy... Since you helped make this mess, clean it up."