of the smaller fishies. The next one will draw the beasts who will swallow you whole, like Jonah. Except unlike Jonah, God doesn’t give a shite about you or your life. Unlike Jonah, the beast shall chomp you into tiny bits before swallowing you only to shite you out later.”
Kyle twirled his blade left and right as he waited. Dermot remained silent, his stare belligerent and daring.
“You know you’re going to die, so you think to wait me out. You think there is no reason for you to tell me anything. The trouble with your thinking is that no man has survived to tell the tales of the torture I make my captives endure.” Kyle turned to his men. “Mind him.”
Kyle scaled the ladder and made his way to his cabin, where he flipped open the chest that held the implements he’d had little chance to share with Moira. A lump caught in his throat, and it firmed his resolve to make Dermot’s remaining hours humiliating agony. Pushing aside what Moira discovered, he delved deeper, a wave of relief sweeping over him that Moira hadn’t the opportunity to discover everything he kept hidden. Retrieving what he needed, he made his way back to Dermot. With his eyes narrowed, he held up the objects he’d collected. Dermot’s eyes widened, and Kyle saw the trepidation and confusion. Kyle understood Dermot knew they would inflict pain, but he didn’t know how.
“Let me explain, since you seem confused.” Kyle held up a plug far larger than any in the set Moira found. “I’ve heard from more than one whore how you like to tup them. You shall now know what it feels like. Unless, of course, you’ve been buggered before.”
Kyle nodded to Tomas, who cut away the ties to Dermot’s leggings and yanked them down. With his arms extended over his head, his belly hung below his hem, obscuring his member. Kyle howled with laughter and pointed. Following their captain’s lead, Tomas and Snake Eye joined in, their laughter raucous and echoing in the hold.
“Where is it?” Snake Eye snorted. “Does he even have one?”
“Bluidy good thing you found Moira when you did, Capt’n. She knows what a man can do.” Tomas pointed and frowned. “Does it even do anything? It’s such a wee stick. It doesn’t look like it’s up to the task.” Kyle and his men doubled over with laughter as they continued to taunt Dermot.
“No wonder he pays so much, and the whores still look disappointed,” Kyle chortled before stepping around Dermot to stand behind him. He poured ginger oil to coat the plug, and without warning, he inserted it, making Dermot release a high-pitched howl. “Sounds like the sheep I hear he likes to fuck.”
“Aye. Only quim he can satisfy,” Snake Eye mused.
“Tug on it,” Kyle nodded at Dermot’s groin once he stood before him. “Let’s see if it can poke it’s head out.”
Tomas stepped forward and freed Dermot’s right hand. When Dermot made no move to obey Kyle’s command, Kyle cocked an eyebrow at Tomas. In turn, Tomas slammed a nearby plank against Dermot’s arse, making the man scream. Four more blows had Dermot reaching down to his groin, following Kyle’s order.
“What do you know? It can grow,” Snake Eye snickered.
“Finally, enough for this to be of use,” Kyle said as he held up a ring. “Put it on.”
At Dermot’s confused look, Kyle huffed and looked at him as though he were a simpleton. Kyle lifted the ring for Dermot to see before he slid his forefinger through it. He held out the ring toward Dermot’s groin and cocked an eyebrow, waiting to see if Dermot would catch on or if he would have to explain it. With a grunt, Dermot snatched the device from Kyle and slid it onto his rod before stroking himself. Kyle watched with satisfaction as a moment of arousal made his enemy’s cock grow and pleasure entered his eyes. But as quickly as it came, it disappeared as Dermot squirmed in pain. He knew that Dermot wouldn’t know how to wear it properly. Kyle grinned maliciously and didn’t instruct Dermot on what to do. Kyle stood with his arms crossed as Dermot stroked over and over. When he slowed to ease his discomfort, Kyle drove his fist into the cut on Dermot’s belly.
“In agony yet?” Kyle asked.
“You know I am,” Dermot whimpered.
“Not able to climax?” Kyle asked casually.
“You know it feels like my cock will explode. You did this on purpose.”
Kyle shrugged. “They say