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Val’s feet. Val wrapped his hand around his cock and rubbed the crown against the captain’s mouth.
    â€œSuck me hard.”
    He threaded his fingers into the captain’s long hair and pulled the ribbon free, urging his companion on until he was close to coming.
    â€œStop.” He eased his cock free of the captain’s willing, but inexperienced mouth. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees.”
    He followed at a more leisurely pace, gathering pre-cum on his fingers and deciding how best to make Peter’s captain his. What would the man like? How far should he take him along the road to submission?
    â€œPlease,” Captain Ford whispered.
    â€œWhat’s your name?”
    â€œJason.”
    Val put his hand on the captain’s buttock and he quivered. “How would you like to be fucked?”
    â€œI . . . don’t know.”
    Val smacked his arse. “How, Jason?”
    â€œI don’t mind, just—”
    Another hard slap and the captain was moaning and angling his hips, presenting Val with his arse.
    â€œTell me.”
    â€œHard,” Jason groaned. “Hard and fast so that I’m sore and—”
    Val spat on his fingers and pushed two of them deep inside. “Like this?”
    â€œYes, God, please, just—”
    Val added moisture to his already wet cock and pressed the head against the captain’s hole. He set his teeth as he surged forward, and fucked the other man as fast as he could. Reaching around, he ringed the base of Jason’s shaft with two tight fingers, keeping him erect, controlling every betraying pulse and stopping him coming.
    His own cock was ready and he shoved deep one last time and held still as each thick wave of seed jerked out of him. He pulled out and rolled Jason over onto his back. Walking over to the dresser, he used the soap and water set out on the washstand to clean all traces of the captain from his cock. He noticed how neatly his companion had laid out the contents of his saddlebags as if he was still on the small ship.
    â€œNow, Jason. Make yourself come.”
    He watched impassively as the captain wrapped his fist around his thick length and worked himself to an impressive climax, his back arching, his feet planted on the bed as he came all over his stomach.
    Val sat beside him on the bed and trailed his fingers through the captain’s leavings until they were dripping wet, and pressed them to his partner’s mouth until he sucked them clean.
    He dragged his fingers back to Jason’s wet stomach and then down between his outstretched legs to rim his arsehole.
    â€œAre you sore?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œDo you like it?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œThen you’ll love this.”
    Val produced the captain’s hairbrush and watched the man’s eyes widen as he tapped the bristles against the palm of his hand and then against the flat of the wood.
    â€œPerhaps you’d better get on your hands and knees again, and this time, spread your legs wider. You wouldn’t want me to miss anything important, would you?”

    Val watched the poor captain shift on his seat in the carriage trying to find a comfortable spot and smiled. He knew the state of the man’s arse, had used him hard several times and received not only the captain’s fervent thanks, but a gold coin that would ensure that if no welcome awaited him in London, he would at least have some funds.
    Peter should be grateful to him, really. The captain’s desires were far too similar to Peter’s own to make them ideal companions. Val’s need to dominate his sexual partners was what both men wanted. It would be better for Peter to stay with him.
    â€œWe’ll be there very shortly,” Mr. Harrison said. “What do you think of London?”
    Val stared out of the window. “It looks like a filthy, disgusting hole.”
    Mr. Harrison chuckled. “You are most amusing,