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Izzy was not doing well.
He could see this, and he knew from experience he was generally the last to catch on, so the whole crew probably already knew. Bonnet and Edward were planning out a fucking wedding ceremony. They weren’t even bothering to call it a Matelotage, even though that’s what it fucking was. The ponce had been back a year and had gotten everything he wanted and Izzy didn't understand why that hadn't been enough.
Stede had Edward.
Stede had the Revenge.
Stede had rebuilt his library and possessions, they were raiding successfully and with regularity. He was whole. That man had everything he could possibly want. Everything was comfortable and fine, so he apparently needed more. The wedding seemed to be a source of additional stress in his perfect life, which meant more stress in Izzy's life instead of any sick joy he could take in Bonnet being frazzled all of the time. Izzy didn’t remember joy.
At least Izzy wasn't being expected to perform the ceremony. They were going off-ship for it, some beachy affair. Edward had asked Izzy to be his best man though. Izzy hadn't managed to say anything at the time. Edward eventually just clapped him on the shoulder and left.
Izzy had thrown up consistently the next three days. He felt like Edward had shot poison through his veins.
Izzy was out of ideas. His brain was racing all the time. The bad stuff. The stuff that made the pit in his stomach grow and the pain in his chest tighten and pull as if he was going to get sucked inside. The thoughts he were having really weren’t even his any more. Everything seemed so out of his realm. The crew was performing better than ever but he couldn’t talk to any of them. Like he wasn’t living in his body. He hated had to inhabit this brain all day, with the endless string of thoughts that never stopped and never let him enjoy anything. He was spinning and spinning deeper and deeper unable to even experience his body until he just wanted OUT.
They found him quick when brought his dagger down his arm. But that was okay. There was a month before the wedding. He'd have plenty of time to try again. There would be time for a second slash.
"Stede... I think I have to do something about Izzy." Ed said grimly, after smoking on his pipe for two days following Izzy's injury.
"Well I'll say!" Stede snapped his book shut and head up, beginning to think Edward hadn't noticed at all that Stede was giving his silent treatment the silent treatment. "He tried to fucking kill himself Ed!"
Ed flinched, "Jesus Stede, ramp up occasionally. That's a lot at once."
"Well I'm SORRY Ed but I've been waiting two days for you to say something and I have some shit prepared!" Stede hopped up, pacing back and fourth. "I'm so disappointed that this happened on MY ship but Izzy is your man more than mine so I wanted to let YOU decide how to handle it but I'm crawling out of my skin Ed we need to FIX IT!"
Ed put his pipe down, standing with a groan, "Yeah that's. You're not gonna like what I came up with. Not even a little." He put his hand up when Stede drew in a breath to start up again, "Cuz we dealt with this before. Once. After we mutinied Hornigold. Me an' Jack. Jack... kind of figured it out. I'm not sure I." He swallowed thickly, "Could've."
Stede stared at him, arms akimbo, Edward waited a breath too long. "Well? Spit it out!"
Ed made a whining noise and looked aside, "Steeeeeede... Remember how... things are different? Out there? This ship is kind of a—" he gestured erratically, "Safe space?"
"EDWARD." Stede snapped, "Tell me your idea, I'll have a few ideas, we'll talk it out. We'll have a plan! Stop being dramatic!"
Edward wished Stede would tell him to be dramatic less, the hypocrisy almost choked him, "Izzy wasn't ON Hornigold’s crew. He stabbed him, but that's because Izzy was his bedwarmer and we slipped him a knife."
Stede faltered, "Wh-What has that got to do with anything?"
"Izzy was sold to Hornigold, he's- He was pretty and young and his husband said he couldn't have kids so he needed him gone-"
"What are you talking about?" Stede looked lost, perplexed.
"Izzy has... Izzy has parts like a dame. But. I don't know, he's always looked like Izzy. He's always been a man. But his parents married him off when he was a waif right after his first blood and... Yeah. He must've spent, I don't know, ten years as Hornigold’s plaything before me an' Jack joined up and took the ship."
Stede was actually speechless, but Edward didn’t have anything to fill the silence with instead, so Stede had time to recover from the condition, "E-Ed, I don't think that's really any business of mine. Y-you shouldn't be telling people Izzy's personal-"
"You're gonna have to suck it up, Stede. There's more.” Ed finally had some momentum. “Hornigold didn't treat Izzy like a person. He was a toy. The things-" Ed stood, looked around, "Now I see... A man probably couldn't have that happen and come out okay. At the time it was all fun. Izzy seemed to like... Everything. He was cocksure and flirty, he haunted that ship with some authority. Me and Jack befriended him. And. That's history."
Stede took his hands off his hips and crossed them over his chest, guarded.
"After a while with Hornigold’s ship we took the Queen Anne. Izzy was given a title- quartermaster I think- I made Jack first mate. It was good. He seemed good. And then me and Jack decided against a fleet and decided to split. We started fighting about who would get which ship and why. A lot of arguing in front of Izzy, even though we could see it stressed him out. I think we wanted him to pick sides. Play favorites. He never did. No one was messing with him then, either. It had been a few months since we freed him. He seemed really cool with it, actually. He got himself some new clothes and a bratty attitude. He picked up a sword like he was born for it. But. He tried jumping overboard. A day before we were gonna split. So... Jack had the idea that maybe we should treat him like a toy again. Maybe going from being chained to a bedpost since he was a knobby-kneed welp to his own room and responsibilities had been too much all at once."
Stede was frowning now, but not interrupting.
"Now I know you're gonna say Jack was being.... erm. But you don't understand. Jack LOVES Izzy. Izzy doesn't tend to rely on jack or trust him much but that's just cuz Izzy isn't an idiot. But Jack loves Izzy. Maybe not like how you and me do, but something in the same shape."
"Like how you love Izzy?" Stede finally had an interruption, and it was quiet.
Ed stared at him for a long minute, "Maybe something in that same shape." He cleared his throat. He'd need to lay off the pipe for a while. "So we tied him up again. We were everything Hornigold was to him and more. He wasn't really lucid when we started. He gets- bad spells. Really bad spells. He must have gotten better at hiding it but there's times he can't talk, can't move. We took him, all broken, and we just stomped on the pieces until he was nothing, just powder. It didn't fix him but over the next few months he just... got better. He chose me. Joined my crew. He relaxed about a lot of stuff.
“We kept messing around for a bit. He met and got interested in a few other blokes and so did I and he seemed fine. The first time he caught fancy for a deckhand he seemed a little skittish. But I fucked the navigator just to show him it was fine and he realized it was okay. We were gonna stay together. He's mine. Even if we don’t fit together like you and I do."
Stede was still frowning. Like he did at word puzzles as he tried to solve them, "So when you said you'd had ‘Dalliances’ with Izzy in the past, you didn't mean it in the same way as Jack. You two have a commitment." Ed swore he could see a glint off the ring Stede wore for him, accentuating his words.
"Well... This was... I had to be not even twenty-It was almost thirty years ago but-Yeah. We're committed." His mind drifted to Izzy's unconscious body below in the infirmary. How thin and haggard he'd gotten. How Edward should have paid more attention. "We were good at looking after each other once, too. I- I’m so sorry to- I feel like I’m springing this on y-"
"So. You want to take Izzy as a toy again, I take it?" The sentence was said with more neutrality than Edward had believed Stede to have in his entire body up until this moment.
Edward flushed bright red, feeling himself stiffen in his leathers, "I think.... So. I think so, yeah. I don't... I don't expect you to stay with me like this if I have him but," Life was hard. His dick was hard in his pants AND his eyes were stinging with tears, it was a lot even for him, "I-I want to commit to you too Stede but I can't just leave Izzy and I-I’ve been trying to hang out with him and I asked him to be my best man and none of that is working apparently it’s just not how we are and I—"
Stede charged and wrapped him up. Stede didn't come by good hugging naturally, and nothing about his upbringing had ingrained it in him. But what he lacked in skill and experience he made up for with gusto. Ed relaxed into the vice of affection. "We'll figure all that out later. Put the wedding talks on hold- I'm sure the pressure of the wedding deadline wasn't doing anything for Izzy's mental health. We'll figure it out, Ed."
Izzy awoke, unable to open his eyes. A cloth was around them, and something was going in his ears—beeswax— he recognized the feeling. He was too weak to fight, his arms mummified to his sides with a blanket or some other cloth binding. He couldn't even thrash. He could breathe well, despite the wrappings, so the modified corset he wore over his chest had been removed, and now someone's hands were working at his belt buckle. He groaned and tried to kick them away, but as the pants were slid off his legs each ankle was wrapped and spread wide, putting on display something he generally kept private.
He opened his mouth to curse and a gag was placed immediately inside, so there were at least two people in on this.
Something came down on the inside of his left thigh, stinging. A crop or maybe a belt. It didn’t feel like it would welt right away, but the skin there was his least protected by hair or weathering, and a second stroke came harder. A third harder again.
He counted them in his head until his mind went fuzzy. The strokes kept coming. He kept track of his level of physical injury until his mind went blank. And the strokes kept coming. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t brutality for the sake of it. No blood ran down his thighs, he was just being hurt. Hurt was okay. Hurt was normal.
The weight of the man settling on top of him winded him- But again not for any brutality. He knew that weight anywhere, greater than it had been the last time they were together perhaps. Limbs less lanky. But if the weight alone didn't tip Izzy off the brute force smell of him would have; it was Edward.
Izzy breathed in deep and let a ragged cry free into the gag on the exhale.
Edward.
Edward was here to use him.
He hadn’t let himself miss the man, but now that he was here Izzy felt a backlog of touch-starved longing tear through him like a riptide.
There were other hands on him too but he didn't care because they were Edward's hands on his tits and Edward's mouth on his neck and Edward's hips sliding forward and pushing him apart to fill his cunt with Edward's cock.
Edward rocked in him. Fast. Hands clawing and scraping all over. Maybe there were other hands too, Izzy couldn't focus on the voices murmuring around him, he had gone too far under during the assault on his thighs. Another cloth was wrapped around his head blocking off his ears and eyes more, and a third, even thicker. Words were impossible now, just tones and vibrations. He knew Edward was talking by the rumbling of his chest as much as anything.
Izzy came back to himself slowly as Edward pumped inside him. He hadn’t taken shore leave in a long time. He hated this crew, his life here, it must have been over a year since anyone had really touched him. The crop on his thighs had seemed to release whatever alchemical reaction his brain needed to get chugging along again, but feeling another person on and in him was dizzying and disorienting; so much all at once he felt drunk. He could only lie back and let Edward thrust inside him, even if there were no bindings on him that would be all he could do. He let his body calm and his memories slowly wash back over him.
He'd hurt himself. He'd tried to leave Edward. Izzy couldn't really feel that same maelstrom of nothingness he had felt in the moment he had brought his blade down through his flesh, but he remembered the feeling distantly. He felt ashamed.The borehole in his chest started up again, the lead weight of it all trickling back into his chest like dust falling after an explosion.
Izzy was only aware of two sensations. The throbbing of his cunt and the ache in his chest.
He opted to focus on his cunt.
It was hard to keep track of time. But too soon Edward was losing rhythm, shuddering, and filling him up.
"He won't care Stede." Edward breathed out, after taking a moment slumped over on Izzy. He collected himself and slid out, Izzy shuddered, "He might even cum. He's a long job."
Stede scoffed, "Well that's. I don't think fucking him a bunch like an animal is what to do if you want him to cum."
Ed smiled at him widely, "Well okay then. Make him cum, Stede. Show me how it's done."
Stede rolled his eyes. He could do this. He had told Ed he could do this. If JACK could do this, he could certainly do this. Clearly it would be nice if Izzy was able to talk or see or move, but apparently that wasn't the point of the exercise.
It wasn't what Stede was used to. And watching his lover brutalize and then take sexual advantage of a bound and injured man hadn't exactly stoked his fire. But Stede was capable of making the best out a bad situation! He had come to terms with the cruel things Edward would do from time to time. Never to people on their ship, but Stede had conceded a certain level of brutality to Ed on raids and even in rowdier ports. He understood that there was some part of Ed that was satisfied by it the same way Stede was satisfied by an excellent book or a favorite meal. He had cravings Stede didn’t understand, and loving it was part of loving Ed.
Love was a strong word, sometimes. Specifically in regards to his soon-to-be-Husband’s casual sadism.
He moved to where Edward had been, between the bright red-striped thighs. He reached out and softly caressed his hands over the flesh of Izzy's that was available. Stede gingerly touched Izzy’s inner thighs, surprised at the heat rolling off the welts. If Izzy’s life in the near future looked different he would have had a terrible time walking. The First Mate’s left arm was still tightly wrapped in gauze, Roach had said to take in off in a few days. Stede left the entire arm be. He was surprised by the size of Izzy's breasts. The corset they had cut him out of was certainly pulling it’s weight on the ship. There was some light bruising around his ribs, and a few points of irritation chafing into sores. Maybe this could present him with a convenient break from his clothes, if nothing else. He let his fingers ghost over the little sores tucked in the flesh under his arms, before finally grabbing the flesh in a firm two handfuls and giving a tight squeeze. He watched how Izzy’s soft pink nipples bulged satisfyingly from between his fingers. He leaned down and sucked on one until it hardened, twisting the other harshly in pinched fingers to note which one got firmer faster.
The pinched one did.
Stede let his hands explore from there without purpose. Izzy was silent, none of the moans he made while Edward was on him were present now. He would be able to tell Stede wasn't Edward. Anyone could probably suss it out without even having been with either of them.
He let his hands work down to Izzy's little cock. It was much larger than his only point of reference: Mary. Hopefully that meant he'd be better at this with Izzy than he had been with her. Focus up, Bonnet! He shook his shoulders a little and rolled his head between his shoulders. No time to be wallowing. Job to do.
"Are you stretching, Stede?" Edward's bemused voice came from beside him. Maybe Stede wasn't as in the moment as he had ever been, but he had managed to forget Edward was sitting right next to him.
Stede rolled his eyes at Edward and returned his attention to his task. Izzy was tensing more and more by the moment and the swell of the nub Stede intended to set upon was shrinking. He gave it a soft and experimental stroke along the side with his thumb.
Izzy shivered.
Stede gathered up all his moxie and sunk two fingers inside Izzy's stretched and leaking hole, Ed’s spend spilling out as he opened Izzy up. In the same breath, he lowered his mouth to Izzy’s cock.
He tried to treat the anatomy like a tiny cock- if not a little gentler. Stede had been reprimanded previously for too much adamancy towards the node. He tried to recall all the things he had been reprimanded for a lifetime ago. Stede set to task, tongue exploring, trying to find something that felt right. He had been informed, many times, that this was not his area of expertise. Despite his personal doubts, Izzy's little cock was quickly swollen and ripe again, and the man was moaning softly in the very highest point in his throat. Almost a whine.
It wasn't the worst thing in the world for Stede's ego.
He let himself get lost in the act, tongue working rhythmically but trying not to get stuck in a rut. Going out for broader strokes of the folds and narrowing in on Izzy’s cock in turn.
Izzy started grinding up into his mouth, and Stede took that as a demand for more pressure. He laid his free hand on Izzy and pressed so that the little cock had to pop up in between two and two of his fingers, fucking between them with almost a screech out of Izzy's throat as Stede felt the man start up with a quiver in the muscles of his thighs. He pressed his tongue to the tiny thing with a harsh rake and Izzy panted desperately, jerking, his cunt squeezing in an erratic clockwork twitch around his fingers and his little cock pulsing just a bit as Stede didn’t stop anything he was doing throughout the fit.
Izzy was panting through his nose for a while after. Chest heaving. The smallest whine on every breath.
"I did it!" Stede whispered, not knowing why he whispered, he looked wide eyed at Edward, "Was- did I do it? Was that it?"
"Reckon so,” Edward hummed, still smiling in that satisfied way that made him look like a cat in cream, “Maybe he’s not a long job and it’s just that a young Ed and Jack aren’t the most patient people in the world.”
Stede scoffed, “Or maybe I’m a very intuitive lover.” smiling pointedly back at Ed. This could be fine. He could be fine with this. His cock was straining at his own trousers now, “Ed…”
Ed sauntered to his knees in front of Stede, “Yeah I see it. Sure you don’t want to use him?” Ed tilted his head towards Izzy on their bed, cum and slick leaking out of him, breaths coming ragged still, “Look at that swollen cunt Stede. He’s ripe. Or you could fuck his ass, oh he loves that. You always like teeth and grind in your blowjobs. He likes a dry fuck. His ass could hurt your cock nicer than I can.”
Stede swallowed and looked back at Izzy. He took a breath and freed his cock from his belt and let his trousers shimmy down his legs. He didn’t necessarily feel pressured into penetrating Izzy, but he had hoped to belay the act until he could interact with Izzy in some meaningful fashion.
“I told you Stede. Izzy’s not like that. Fucking his ass isn’t different from anything else you’d do to him. Looking at his tits is probably something he’d be more shy about and you’ve already done that. It’s not special or anything to him. He doesn’t tie any value to getting fucked or purity or some shit. None of that upper class shit. And for as long as I see fit, he’s just a hole again. Until he learns to behave again.” Edward climbed up on the bed and went for the gag, immediately replacing it with his fingers so Izzy still couldn’t talk, “Fuck him and I’ll let him talk. He’ll tell you how he likes it, I promise.”
Stede did know he liked it rougher on his cock than the average man. When he first beset on Edward he had thought it would be easier to give a man what he knew a man to want. Edward had fled with his dick, shrieking indignantly at Stede. So Stede had adjusted, and accepted there were certain sensations he could get during masturbation or a blowjob but not in congress with Ed.
He lined up with Izzy, who seemed somehow more inviting than before he had come on Stede’s tongue, and pressed forward.
Even Izzy’s ass was drenched in slick and come trickling down from his cunt, but the liquids didn’t last long into easing the penetration. Stede bit back a whimper as the feeling of Izzy’s ass unaided by oil or lube around his cock felt like fire, scratching and burning one of his most sensitive places. Rather than make his erection flag, it stiffened through the assault. Once seated, Stede found he couldn’t wait, and his hips started snapping forward with abandon before he took much stock of Izzy’s condition.
Stede stared at where they were joined as he fucked inside. The lack of lubricant made the rim of Izzy’s ass follow him, dragging out with like it couldn’t stand the cock to leave him and then tucking deep in between his cheeks on the thrust inside. Izzy’s wet pussy occasionally made a small slorp at the stretch of the surrounding flesh. Small streaks of bright red blood tinged their coupling but didn’t increase enough in volume to cause worry or ease the way.
Edward took his fingers out of Izzy’s moaning mouth and anything Izzy was going to say was quickly muffled by Ed swinging a leg over him and sitting back onto his mouth. The sight made Stede moan as well, eyes tearing temporarily away from Izzy’s ass getting pried open around his cock. Edward ground his hole down onto Izzy’s mouth and his eyelids fluttered a little as he palmed his slightly stiff cock, enjoying whatever Izzy was doing but unable to get hard again just yet. “I’ll let him talk later, promise. When he doesn’t have work to do. Man alive, he can eat ass.”
Stede was usually more of a ‘long job’ as Edward put it, but this was all too much. With a shout he pressed forward a final time— Stede saw stars.
He came for what felt like forever. It took what felt like minutes to regain his senses and composure, his dick slipped out, both of Izzy’s holes now stuffed with jizz.
Stede looked down and could see Izzy’s throat and jaw were working at Edward’s ass adamantly, if the other man humming encouragingly and tugging on his cock wasn’t enough of a tell. Stede looked at Izzy’s soiled cunt, his little cock flush and hard again apparently on account of the rough treatment of his ass and face.
Stede brought both his hands together on Izzy’s swollen pussy, pressing like he thought he might like and placing his thumbs around Izzy’s cock to make a cumslick slit for the man to fuck up into. The bindings on him had loosened a little as any fabric would over time, and Izzy could cant his hips more than he could in the beginning.
Ed’s cock was hard again in a few more minutes. Ed had managed this feat a few times since Stede started sleeping with him and it was more impressive every time. Izzy was moaning again, fucking up into Stede’s hands, little cock straining. Stede gave him more pressure, switching it up to the position he finished Izzy with the first time. Stede also pressed inside his wet cunt with fingers as well, three this time. It made a gap for even more of Ed’s spend to ooze out. Izzy was heaving a little, wracked with sobs and gasps for air all while working Ed’s ass with his tongue. From the looks of it he was still doing a very good job.
Ed was stroking his own cock, a little tremble in his hand letting Stede know it was time. Stede pitched forward with his tongue once more, a little harsher this time. More drag.
The two of them coming together was a beautiful sight.
Edward came on Izzy's chest as Izzy pulsed and twitched, this time with a soft spout of fluid trickling against Stede's hand. Stede made a mental note of the phenomenon for later.
When Edward got off Izzy he reached for the gag but Izzy was whispering, "No gag, no gag, please I won't talk, I won't.” Again and again. Edward pressed his finger to Izzy's lips and Izzy stopped the mantra.
Stede went to the basin they had prepared and handed Ed a mildly soapy flannel. They set to work both washing every inch of Izzy, including Edward gingerly removing the bandage on the long cut on his forearm and checking for any colors on the crisp white linen that may warrant worry of infection. Satisfied it was healing well, the would was rewrapped with fresh linen.
Izzy was happy his gag was removed, for now. When he cried his nose stuffed up and he would panic, trying to breathe either around the gag or through his stuffy nose. He wasn't in control right now, he understood that, but it was nice Edward had listened ‘
It felt nice to be washed too. The welts on his thighs didn't sting too badly when they were gone over, so no broken skin. When the job was done his clothes still weren't returned. He was hoisted up and a glass of cold water was held to his lips. He drank it down greedily. Then another. Half of a third as well before he sputtered, unable to handle more. Then he was picked up like a bride and lowered on his back.... somewhere. He didn't understand. It felt like a coffin. Soft on all sides. His hands were taken again and wrapped many times in soft fabric, before being pulled up to either side of his head and secured. The same was done with his feet. He was packaged like a parcel and slid-
Fuck. Slid.
Izzy was in a drawer.
Big enough for him, so it must have been one under the captain's bed. Immediately Izzy felt claustrophobic as the drawer slid home. He was sure Edward would leave it cracked so he could breathe, right? His breath was coming in deeper pants. He did his best not to squirm, it would only bunch the blankets uncomfortably. He had been laid here with such care.
He felt himself start to cry, a bit. He hated this part. Being alone with his thoughts. His thighs itched and burned and he'd give anything to scratch them. His cunt was dribbling Edward's come or his own slick still- he couldn't tell. They'd washed him well but his cunt had always been a greedy thing, holding on over-long.
Izzy took a deep and shuddering breath. He must be down close to the floor, it had to be the bottom drawer. He could feel the dull and constant rush of the ocean and vibrations of crew footsteps through the wood. Izzy imagined he knew which crew member had which steps. The rocking of the boat was much more pronounced to him with his sight gone and his hearing so thoroughly muted. He let it rock him to sleep.
Izzy awoke in the night with the dangerous need to pee. He had drank all that water right before they put him here. His internal clock was telling him it was very early morning, Ed wouldn't be awake yet but it was an emergency- he opened his mouth.
"C-captain? Please captain I need the loo."
It was a few moments, he felt the rustling above him and didn't say more. The drawer was wrenched open and a question he couldn't make out was snapped at him.
"Just- Need a piss Captain. All the water you gave me." He said up to where he assumed Edward was.
The gag was at his mouth again, he tried to shake his head but the ball was forced in, tied tightly. He wailed into it. His mouth forced open, breathing through his nose, in the stuffy drawer; it was too much. He was going to die.
Worse than that, he felt Edward's toes on his lower belly. Izzy started up truly crying now, snot welling in the back of his throat and trying to choke him if he didn't turn his head. Ed pressed experimentally and Izzy gave a reedy wail, only just stopping himself from trying to make words. If Edward wanted him talking he wouldn’t have a gag in. The toes were replaced with a large and heavy heel, pressing and pressing, working his guts underfoot back and fourth, compressing Izzy's lower belly until finally Izzy couldn't hold it any more and he flooded the bedsheets between his thighs, sobbing.
Ed removed his foot and shut the drawer.
Izzy couldn't sleep the rest of the night, but he had a rock solid internal clock and he knew it was only a few hours until dawn. Just a few hours to spend damp, trapped in a little box that smelled like piss. He tried to keep his sobbing quiet so his Captain could sleep.
In the morning he was rolled out like a chore. The gag removed, fed porridge and fruit and salt pork. He was also given much more water. More than he’d usually drink, and it tasted fresh and pure, tinged with lemon and cranberries, bright and sharp on his tongue. He wondered if it was for his blood loss, or to torture him with his need to piss more, or to fend off the infections he sometimes got when his cunt was used carelessly. No reason it couldn’t be a combination of all three. The long wound on his arm was bandaged again.
He was carried from place to place. Had to be hell on backs and knees. Izzy wanted to offer to walk but feared being gagged again.
After the breakfast and wound care he was once more hauled to another location. He was set on a pot where he was grateful to empty his bladder again. It was going to be hell drinking all this fucking water. He was then guided over a knee and his cheeks were held apart as the second person guided a slick tube past his sphincter. Izzy felt himself blush as warm water started to fill his gut. He always found this humiliating.
He remembered long ago finding peace with it. He tried to go to that place as he felt his belly start to swell and stiffen. He laid over that lap, shifting and starting to let out the smallest gasps not quite all the way to a whine as the cramping began. Each of these not-sounds earned him a hard warning smack on the ass with what felt like a paddle. A hairbrush, most likely. Thoughts like that popped up unbidden, Izzy tried not to think about the logistics of what was happening around him. Edward had him. Edward was using him and it wasn’t Izzy’s business if it was a hairbrush, cat o’ nine, or a lit cigar.
Finally he was at his limit with the water in his belly. He started to tense and lurch, the tube was removed and a steadying hand was on his back. Izzy calmed his body, stayed the urge to push the water out somehow.
And then the strikes on his ass began in earnest. The hairbrush came down again and again, it had to be in Ed's hand to make something so small so vicious. Izzy felt it bruise against the bones of his ass and he twisted around the cramping in his belly and cried into his fist, trying to stay quiet. Getting struck while clamping down on his gutload of water was absolute torture, and it seemed to go on forever.
Izzy was crying and whimpering pathetically by the time he got to release his bowels on the pot. He curled in on himself and put his hands over his mouth so he wouldn’t make any mistakes like crying out or begging. He could offer to do this by himself, too, but it wasn’t any of his business to assume what Edward did and didn’t want to do with him.
The process was repeated once more. Izzy’s brain finally went blank halfway through his second paddling, and he needed help staying upright the second time he released his water on the pot.
“So we absolutely can’t dress him?” Stede fretted, placing a limp Izzy back on the bed. He grabbed the whistling tea kettle from the fire and poured it into his bedside basin to warm and freshen the soapy water, testing it before loading up his rags and getting to the task of washing Izzy. The least he could do was keep him clean after he had opened all the blisters on his ass with the hairbrush. He needed practice with the thing, only after he had been done had Edward commented that he didn’t expect Stede to be quite so cruel with it.
“Nah, not today. Maybe in a week or so.” Edward was itching for his pipe but busied his hands helping Stede instead, “We need to get some of the crew in on this. Just us fucking him won’t really do the trick. It’s easy for him to submit to me. That’s a well worn path.”
“Roach is quite the sadist.” Stede tilted his head, “I don’t really know what Frenchie and Wee John are about but might be worth asking. The Swede seems like the type to more enjoy some abuse rather than dishing any out.”
“Izzy used to bounce on Fang and Ivan’s cocks whenever they asked. They’ll be down for whatever.”
“Not Olu.” They said in unison, but Ed continued, “Maybe Jim though.”
Stede hummed, pressing Izzy’s legs wide and studying him, “He didn’t put up much of a fight, honestly. I thought this would all be more difficult.”
Ed peered to where he was looking as well, the striped inner thighs, “Let’s trim him up down there, I swear he’s the hairiest bloke I know.” He reached to the bedside desk to some scissors, handing them to Stede, “And I told you about his bad spells. If he was in a mood to kill himself he didn’t have much fight left in him. I should have been paying closer attention. I knew he was off but I figured he thought the wedding was a stupid idea.”
Stede hummed, putting down a small wash cloth before starting his task of trimming Izzy’s truly impressive amount of pubic hair, “I could shave him. Straight razor. He stays so obedient and still.”
“He’s a good boy.” Edward smiled, “You could. I have a couple tattoos planned for him but not yet. I’ll need his chest.”
“I did think he’d have more. Like you the ink seems to have landed in clearest view.” Stede smirked, “I thought you’d have more on your body as well.”
Ed shrugged, “We mostly tat each other up when we’re bored. Arms and legs and necks and shit. Just do anything to pass time.”
Stede folded the towel with the trimmings and set it on the bedside, before returning to his place between Izzy’s legs and lifting them a bit, “Got anything especially heinous planned for him today, besides talking about who on the crew to share him with?”
“Nothing that would stop you from fucking his ass raw right now, if you wanted.” Edward shrugged, glancing down at where Stede’s cock was tenting Stede’s night shirt, the man not having dressed yet for the day.
Stede yanked up the shift and wasted no time pressing into Izzy. Izzy’s hands flew to his mouth to stifle the noise that burst from his throat, and Edward chuckled. Stede gave Izzy a moment, during the enema he had noticed Izzy’s poor little hole was puffy and irritated from it’s treatment yesterday. This intrusion was softer than the first time. It must have been the small amount of oil used during the enema and the softness imparted from the water. Izzy felt damn near inviting. Stede would fuck through that initial comfort though. Every stroke ate through any slick Izzy had left over in his hole. There was a bit more blood than yesterday as small tears were reopened, but bothing to worry about yet.
“One second, love.” Edward crawled onto the bed and hoisted Izzy up, sitting behind him so that Izzy’s back was to his chest, and his long arms reached down, grabbing Izzy behind each knee and pulling them up and apart, almost tucked under his armpits until Izzy was fully on display for Stede, “There. Now fuck him like he needs.”
Stede happily obeyed, having let go of much of yesterday’s reticence. He was surprised the reddened and puffy little thing even allowed his cock to pry it open again, much less that Izzy himself seemed hot, overeager, and overwhelmed. He fucked Izzy in long, dragging, slow thrusts, “Let me have his knees.”
Ed did, moving his hands.
“Twist his nipples.” Edward nosed into Izzy’s hair as he obliged, wringing a cry out of the man between them, “Harder,” Stede breathed, not quite panting yet but soon if he kept up with his long stroke.
Edward made a wreck of Izzy’s tits with cruel pinches and scratches as Stede used his ass. Stede couldn’t help but notice after a while penetration got easier again as tacky slick leaked out of Izzy’s cunt.
“Stroke his cock, Edward.” Stede slowed his thrusts, not wanting to speed anything along. Ed’s hands traveled down Izzy’s body. Stede noticed Ed’s hands were less sure here, at pleasuring Izzy this way, than they had been at torturing his now reddened and scratched chest, “There we are, give it a little pinch.” Stede was panting a bit now, with exertion or excitement he didn’t quite know, “With your other hand, hook your fingers in his cunt. Oh god I can feel your fingers in him Ed. Fuck! Okay, yes- Oh wait fuck- okay off his cock I want to see something.”
Izzy jumped when Stede made to move his right hand off of stifling the noises coming out of his mouth. He got out a “Please no, I’ll be quiet-” before Stede could guide his hand down to Izzy’s own sex. Izzy stilled a minute, but Stede paused thrusting a moment while giving Izzy’s hand an encouraging little jostle.
After a moment to adjust, Izzy started fingering at his own cock. He formed a light pinch between his index finger and thumb and stroked it, hand trembling. Stede watched a few strokes, he seemed to start off with more pressure than he ended, being more ginger with the unsheathed head.
He started thrusting again into Izzy’s abused hole, it was so tight that if he stopped the sensation he started to soften simply by the squeeze of it. Izzy’s hand shook at Stede’s renewed movement, but obediently kept stroking himself. Ed let his hand that had been on Izzy’s cock work back up to Izzy’s mouth, playing with Izzy’s lips for a moment before pressing his fingers inside to be licked and sucked obediently.
After not too long Izzy started to make his high moans, Stede picked up the pace.
It felt like too soon that he was lost and burying himself to come deep in Izzy. Only a beat later he felt wetness flood between them as Izzy twitched and his muscles trembled around Stede’s sensitive and softening cock. More squirt this time than last, Stede felt the urge to make a chart.
Izzy had never come quite so hard and frequently in his life, he thought. Stede must be the one paying attention to his cock with such fervor, Ed had never been quite so relentless with the thing.
But it made him tired. And emotional. He found it harder and harder to stay under and take what has given to him when they kept doting on him like this.
Which is why his dumb whore mouth opened, a mistake he felt happening but didn’t seem capable of stopping as he let out a shaky, “Thank you, thank you, Captains.” He wasn’t under in the right way. He shouldn’t be talking, or thinking about his captains. Izzy was just supposed to get fucked and let his mind go blank, but he wasn’t there yet. He’d just keep fucking up until he could be.
The gag that met his mouth was different, this time. It was softer, like a stuffed leather ball, but the ball of the gag kept going in-Izzy couldn’t even understand it at first. It kept going until it just reached the back of his throat, and then it was locked into place around his head as his throat struggled around it.
Strong fingers came to his mouth again, pushing the gag deeper for a moment. The movement burned the corners of his mouth and pushed gag down his throat, making him choke despite knowing it was coming and trying his hardest not to. Luckily the false cock strapped into his mouth didn’t stay that deep too long, Izzy could get his gagging under control once it wasn’t being pushed in any more.
He wanted to just take it and accept it, but part of his mind was always plotting and dreading that the next gag would probably be deeper. A little moan tried to escape at the thought but the vibration tickled the back of his throat on the end of the cock in his mouth and he descended into a series of rocking coughs that caught half way into retching. He tasted stomach acid and had nothing to do but swallow and try to get it together. In the middle of this process, he was pushed forward and shoved face down into the mattress, still heaving and choking as a stiff dick stuffed his cunt fast and hard, clearly trying to work efficiently to orgasm.
The rough treatment of the cock in his oversensitive hole was a different kind of torture. He had to breathe; he couldn't breathe. Izzy could barely swallow. And while he had managed to choke back the few mouthfuls of bile that had risen the spit that was dripping to the front of his mouth while he was fucked forward was hopeless, and sour drool started to leak onto the sheets in front of him.
He couldn't cry. Adding more snot to the logistical nightmare of having a face right now was absolutely insurmountable.
He started to cry anyway.
The choking worsened. His whole body lurched with it. He was getting dicked deep as slick leaked out of him and his squirt cooled on his still-stinging thighs and none of it was going to stop any time soon.
"Ed, Ed I think he's going to-"
"Love, that's why we put the rubber sheet under these."
"SURELY we aren't just going to let him vomit-"
Ed slowed in Izzy for a moment, while the man struggled with the gag his cunt was raging around Ed's dick, massaging and squeezing, Ed had wanted to cum as fast as he could at first but now he did kind of want Izzy to puke. Puke, choke on it, repeat and again with more sobbing each time, strangling his cock all the while. It was a beautiful thought, to Ed.
Stede didn't tend to see the appeal in such things. But Stede had gotten in to more than Ed would have bet on, and so quickly too! So. Talk it through, "Stede, he can't get away. He has to take the gag. Even if he chokes, or pukes, or cums. If I take the gag off because he's gonna puke there's no- no point to it. The point is that I want it in and it's gonna stay in until-fuck, until I take it out." Izzy had managed to get himself under control. Ed didn't like that. Ed hoisted one of Izzy’s thighs up and over his shoulder so that izzy twisted in the middle, and Ed could fuck deeper into his disastrously wet cunt.
And in this position, it was easy to let go of Izzy’s thigh with one hand and give a nice tight slap to his fucked out little cock.
Izzy howled in the back of his throat, kicking off the gagging cycle again, his cunt working pretty on Ed's cock again just how he liked it. Ed's eyes slid over to the bedside desk, where he spotted the hairbrush.
"I know you love an asshole so tight it'll strip your dick, Stede. But you gotta try his cunt some time. It goes so wild if he's gagging. Maybe I'll gag him on my cock for you while you fuck him next time." Stede's dick twitched, Ed saw it. Izzy was already controlling his breathing around the gag again. Adaptable little fucker. “Can you be a dear Stede and get that hairbrush again? You were so ruthless with it last time, th-think you can swat at his little cock for me? Just enough to keep him gagging on my cock?”
Stede sucked in a breath and eyed the hairbrush, “Surely that’ll bruise such a sensitive area…”
“Oh yeah. He won’t be able to close his legs all week.” Ed panted, trying not to speed up too much but the conversation causing him to fail, “Probably be really hard for him.”
Stede picked up the hairbrush, giving his own hand a short smack. He looked Izzy up and down once, taking in the sight of the man and his condition. It was literally the first thing in the morning. They had just had breakfast.
He swung the hairbrush, aiming for more above Izzy’s cock than directly on it but Ed was a bit of a bastard and a particularly jarring thrust propelled Izzy forward enough for a direct hit.
But Stede’s eyes were locked on the area and he saw the small spurt of liquid between Izzy and Ed, as both men moaned and Izzy was lost to a lurching coughing fit once more.
Stede didn’t wait for Izzy to recover, he hit him again.
Things devolved from there quickly. Stede lost count of the strikes, and eventually Izzy ran out of fluid, but the same thing seemed to keep happening.
Izzy was shaking uncontrollably by the time Ed came, falling over the smaller man. Izzy looked like he needed the pressure. He wasn’t so much shaking as twitching. A raw and open nerve pinned to their bed. But he had somehow made peace with the gag, throat trained to accept it and no longer catching and gagging, even as ragged breaths came in through his nose.
Ed kissed his neck. The act seemed almost jarring to Stede, with how he’d seen Ed treat Izzy in the last twelve hours. Little smiling nuzzles and nips and pecks. Like how lovers do. Ed breathed deeply of Izzy.
Stede all the sudden felt he was an intruder. He placed the hairbrush back on the desk. As Ed’s breathing evened out he seemed to settle on top of Izzy, not preparing to move off any time soon. Izzy seemed to still be enjoying the press and relaxed into being squeezed against the mattress, his trembling starting to abate.
Stede went to put a kettle on, refresh the basin once more and get everyone ready for the day a second time.
To say that Edward was impressed with how Stede took to the game would be an understatement. In the week that had passed, Edward hadn’t yet had a chance to share him with the crew. Stede kept both of them too busy. The man had focused his efforts on trying to press the outer limits of how much Izzy could orgasm, as well as how hard.
Ed had never seen Stede like this. Ed had never seen Izzy like this. Izzy started to tremble the moment he felt Stede’s hands on him now, when it was the beginning of a session and he didn’t know if he was going to get off easy with some spankings or if Stede would keep him on rolling orgasms until he blacked out.
Stede had made Ed stay up late last night and help him retrofit a bicycle he had stowed away in the hold for some unknowable reason. Ed didn’t quite see Stede’s vision yet but he was sure he’d get a display today.
Today. Set to start any minute now. Stede was blinking awake, “Izzy doesn’t wake up needing to pee in the night any more.” The very first thing out of this bloke’s mouth this morning.
“He’s drinking even more water. Reckon he’s just gotten used to it.”
“Less clean up.” Stede noted, “I want to do something.”
Izzy’s internal clock was taking some damage. They had removed the wax from his ears a few days ago, which was an improvement but the blindfold and cloth over his ears remained. It kept things quiet, but he could make out conversation when he didn’t manage to stay in the proper state of mind.
He did need to pee. He could hear them talking about it. He felt swollen with the urge but as they guessed, he had simply gotten used to the increased capacity.
Izzy liked listening to them talk in the morning. Just one drawer separated them, he convinced himself he could hear the vibrations from their chests on their morning pillow talk.
He felt like he was part of it.
Especially this morning, when they started talking about him first thing.
The drawer was opened and he was guided out, and told to lean over the bed. It was just an inch or two taller than his hips, so he had to stand on tip toes and lean over to present his ass to his Captains. It pressed on his bladder torturously.
He was expecting a paddling first thing in the morning but it didn’t come, just someone grabbing his hips and shoving his cock inside Izzy’s ass. Just oiled enough for Izzy to suspect it was Ed.
It was quick and it hurt, as always. This wasn’t some elaborately planned fuck though, the cock inside him was moving at a pace not meant for longevity, and soon enough he was filled with cum.
The cock in him didn’t leave, and Edward didn’t collapse on top of him like usual. Instead the key word to tune Izzy back into communication was said sternly into his ear, “Talk.”
At the same moment he felt his ass flood with warm liquid, just like his morning enema except instead of a slow trickle this was shooting inside of him, “A-are you pissing in me, Captain?”
“Mmmm… Yeah Iz. Forgot to bring the chamber pot over last night. But why bother when I have a perfectly good piss bucket right here under my bed?”
“Yes sir. I’m your piss bucket, Captain.” Izzy felt dangerously full, he didn’t know how long Ed could possibly keep going for.
After what felt like half the morning finally Ed was done, “Tighten up that little hole, piss bucket, you know you have two Captains.”
“Yes Sir.” Izzy wasn’t sure he could hold on to all the piss in his gut if Stede fucked him, let alone his own bursting full bladder. But that really wasn’t his concern. If his Captains wanted him to hold on to it, he’d do the best he possibly could.
“Back up dear boy.” Stede’s hands pulled at his hips, and he got off the bed, “you can keep your hands hooked on the bed, but let your head and shoulders fall lower, we’re going to try to get gravity to help you stay all filled up.” Stede must have a massive dick. Izzy hadn’t seen it but even having just been fucked by Edward, Stede’s dick fucking home in his ass still stole Izzy’s breath away. To say his belly was cramping was a horrible understatement, but that wasn’t any bother. He tried to relax at the same time that he clenched his hole to try to keep the piss displaced by Stede’s suspected-to-be-giant dick forced deeper into his gut instead of out of his hole. Stede started thrusting right away, those signature long and wrenching strokes, “Oh tell me how it feels Izzy.”
“W-warm, Captain.” Izzy breathed out, “Your cock is always hot and all of the piss in me sloshes when you move.”
“Does it hurt, dear boy?” Stede asked.
“Yes Captain. I feel like I’m going to pop.” Izzy said.
“Oh I’ll have to fuck all Ed’s piss deeper then to make room for mine. I want to make sure there’s room for all of it.” Stede started fucking him for real, hips snapping at full speed and strength. Izzy was used to bearing down for this and trying to be open but now he was holding his bladder and tightening his ass as much as he could, with a belly full of piss sloshing around, he wanted to hold all of what his Captains gave him. He could do this. He could be their fuck hole and piss bucket too, if it’s what they wanted him to be, “You’re not going to take all Edward gives you but ruin my stockings with piss, are you boy?”
“No sir,” Izzy gasped out, “I’ll hold it, Sir.”
“Tell me how much you want to be full of my piss, boy.” Stede said.
“I want you to fill me up,” Izzy was panting with the force of effort and how full he was and the pain, “I want to feel how full you can get me. I want to be full of your piss I’ll be warm and full- It’ll feel so good Captain it’ll hurt, I want to hurt for you-.”
“Fuck!” Stede grabbed his shoulders and ground deep into him a few more times before he came, hot piss flooding into Izzy the moment his dick stopped twitching.
Izzy let his front fall forward entirely, his Captain was smart for the gravity idea. Stede was making pleasured little noises as he emptied himself of his morning piss, “Keep talking boy.”
“It feels so hot.” Izzy blurted out, “I’ve never been this full with the water before, or been fucked in between being filled. My-my body wants to push it out but I want it in me, Captain. Please. Please piss in me as much as you can. Teach me a lesson I can’t believe I- I need to push so bad I can’t- Oh no I don’t want to disappoint you it’s so hard not to like my guts are going on their own please Captain give me more I want to take it plug me or hurt me I keep trying to push I can’t- I can’t stop it!”
Stede pulled out and pulled Izzy back straight onto an awaiting pot, Izzy sobbed in relief and lost any control at all over all the liquid that came rushing out of him. The muscles in his thighs and ass burned and twitched as the piss gushed out of his gut and his own bladder as well. He screamed as the sensation peaked and crashed over him and he was coming harder than he had in his entire life, sensations all sliding together and taking over.
He came back to himself a moment later, sobbing, “I’m sorry- I- I came. You didn’t make me cum I just- I don’t know what happened I won’t… It felt so good to let it all go I’m so sorry please- please I’ll try again tomorrow I can be a good piss bucket please don’t stop using me.”
Izzy’s cock-gag was at his lips, he said thank you thank you thank you as it was slid home to the back of his mouth, sitting comfortably in his throat with what would have once gagged him but now centered and calmed him.
They still wanted to use him.