O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Imagine: A Pirate Story (mm hypno)

by hypnojon32

Imagine.

Imagine that you are young again. If you are young, thank your lucky stars and enjoy it. If you are young at heart, remember that time when you could run like a horse, fuck like a rabbit and blow a huge wad and be ready for more in a matter of minutes. No joint pain, everyone listened to you and you yourself considered yourself immortal.

Now imagine you are back there, back at the ripe old age of 19 or twenty. See yourself.

Now imagine yourself back in time, back into a distant time. Into the days of discovery, clipper ships and pirates. Pirates roamed the seas and coastal towns without a home, without a destination. Pirates were dangerous men, out for themselves, thieves and robbers. Bloodthirsty and cruel, they would slash your throat and take your money just for the hell of it or if you looked at them wrong. And so, even though you hated and feared them, you also looked upon them with grudging respect and didn’t let your fear show.

Of course, this is all conjecture. We’re just imagining.

Imagine what you look like. Of course, since this is a story you don’t have to look like you really did. Let’s imagine…

A tall, young man with a smooth face, full lips, short dark hair, dark eyes. You’re wearing a white shirt that laces up the front and billowing sleeves. You are wearing a nice belt and black linen pants. You wish they were leather but you can’t afford that right now. But you will and soon. Oh yes. You will. You have a pair of shoes that have seen better days but for now at least they have a lot of sole.

Imagine…Imagine you are sitting in a pub, killing time drinking a glass of ale or grog or whatever else the hell you’d want to drink if you were in a pub. You’re just killing time there after looking for a job the whole morning with no success. The last rejection has you a little down so you really need this drink.

You’re only halfway done when the gang of pirates enter the bar. Everyone looks and then quickly averts their eyes. But not you. You can’t help but feel that respect and a thrill of lust runs through your being as well. You’ve known from an early age you were different, that you lusted after the male form. And these pirates, at least a few of them, had very nice forms indeed. There is a little skinny man but the others are tall and all filled out, muscular, or a little bit of fat and muscle. They have hard, mean faces, stubbly and one of them has had their nose broken a few times. Another has an eye patch. They all wear unmatched clothing and bandannas on their heads and the most muscular one has a gold earring and a monkey on his shoulder. His face has a cleft in the chin and hard slanty angles and mean eyes. His face is filthy. Despite all that, he was a handsome man once. He catches you looking and his eyes narrow.

Uh oh. Quickly you slowly turn you head and pretend you were looking at someone behind him and is walking off. You wave to no one and sip your drink, studying your mug intently. You risk a look up to see if he’s buying your bullshit.

He isn’t. He’s still staring at you, assessing you in a cold way and then to your abject astonishment, he winks carefully and slowly at you. He dismisses his gang, entrusts his monkey to one of them, and they go sit down. And then...Oh Shit!...the huge handsome pirate makes his way over to you.

You avoid looking at him and pretend you don’t notice this huge hunk or want him coming over even though you want it so bad it’s like a kind of ache.

The big galloot sits down in the stool next to you and stares at you while you stare off into space in another direction for a few seconds but seems like forever.

“You can cut the shit,” he says softly, “I saw you looking at me. I know you’re interested in the male form.”

You gulp and risk another look. “How do you know? Everyone looked at you.”

“That may be but you don’t have the run of a pirate ship without knowing the signs. I’m first mate of The Screaming Eagle. I’m afraid you’re barking up the wrong tree with me but I was told to keep an eye out for a lad like you by my captain. So what was your take today?” The question comes out of nowhere and startles you.

“Take?” you ask, in confusion.

“Yeah, your take! You know! How much you steal today boy!?”

“Steal!? I haven’t stolen anything! I’m not a thief! I’ve spent the morning looking for a job as a...” You name your profession.

“So! You’re looking for a job! You ever consider the high seas? The waves can be a cruel mistress but the adventures you’d have along the way....MMMMMMMM!!” he gives a groan of pleasure that is definitely sexual and makes your dick quiver. “...more than makes up for it!! My captain is looking for cabin boy. One that...has your kind of outlook on life.” He winks again.

“I might have considered it. But not as a privateer!!

“Privateer! Oh my! How fancy!”

Privateer refers to a pirate that was once a legitimate officer of a government’s army who for some reason or other decided to break away and sail the seas in a pirate’s life instead.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, “I just didn’t want to offend you any more than I might have already.”

“You didn’t. As a matter of fact, I’m flattered. I know I have a good body. My captain is...more normal sized but his muscles are ropy and hard. He’s clean. He doesn’t have scurvy. He has a beard and a pointy goatee. And he’d really like you. Come with us to meet him.” His hand snakes its way over and gives your dick a squeeze. You gasp.

“I thought you didn’t swing that way!” you manage.

“I don’t. But you do. And that’s what’s important right now. Come with us and join us.”

“No! I’m an honest man! I don’t want to join up with a band of criminals! The answer’s no! Definitely no!” And you remove that enticing but probably plague swimming hand from your crotch.

“Ahhh well! I tried! No hard feelings then? How bout we drink to each other’s health and then I’ll leave you be?”

“I guess that sounds all right,” you say, still a little suspicious but you can’t see the harm of at least toasting with him.

He clinks his mug to yours. “To your health!” he says and drinks deeply of his own ale.

“To your health!” And you drink deeply as well from your own glass.

You get an inkling there’s something wrong when he just sits there and begins to smile broadly.

“What?” you ask stupidly and you begin to feel a little fuzzy and stupid as well.

He says nothing. He just waits.

Your limbs get heavy and then numb. Your arms fall into your lap. He catches your mug before you can drop it and alert anyone.

Then you realize. Shit. At the very beginning. You looked away for a few minutes hoping he would lose interest and leave you alone but also hoping he wouldn’t. He must have slipped something in it right then...at the beginning.

Your body is too heavy. It slips forward into his burly, waiting arms

Your last thought is the realization you are being kidn-...

Blackout.

The first sense you regain is smell.

Your nostrils burn as the salty air hits them. It only serves to make you gasp in pain and make you breathe deeper. That makes you remember, that makes you gasp in fear and that makes you wake up.

Then you realize you can`t move. Not substantially anyway. You look around and take in your situation. You bite back a groan. It`s bleak.

Water, water everywhere. And not a drop to drink. Everywhere to the right and to the left are the undulating waves of the ocean. Land is nowhere in sight.

You can`t move because you are tied to the mizzenmast of a clipper ship. High on the top of the mainmast, on top of the crow`s nest flies a black flag with skull and crossbones. The official flag of pirates everywhere. You realize you are royally fucked.

You are tied tight to the mast with thick rope. And when I mean thick, I mean thick. Not that thin, prissy, pissy rope land dwellers use to tie up their fags (bundles of firewood) but seaman’s rope. The rope they used is as thick as both your thumbs put together, as thick as a fat cock that is an astounding 12” long, even thicker than that. Only 4 coils of this magnificent rope are needed to lash your biceps, chest and waist to the mast. It’s done in all one piece so your arms are fixed firmly to your side. More rope coils around your thighs, lower legs and ankles. Looking down, you can see your feet dangling a few inches off the deck floor. And now you can feel how tight, how constricting the rope is. It’s hard to breathe. This time you can’t help but groan.

Of course that attracts one of their attention. “OY! Yo Ho! Boys! The landlubber’s awake! Fetch the captain!”

There’s a thundering of feet and you are surrounded by the most fuck-ugly motley crew of human filth you’ve never even imagined could exist. Pop eyes. Sewed up eyes. Scurvy. Broken and disjointed noses Festering sores around the mouth, eyes, fingers....oh God, in places you don’t even want to think of. Oh, and just all of them filthy. The stench of their combined man musk is enough to make you pass out again.

You struggle mightily but of course it’s no use. “Stay back! Stay back! Get away from me....you mongrels!” you yell bravely.

Of course they don’t listen and close in on you. They touch your face, your silky, dark hair, the laces of your nice...and now only nice shirt. You jerk away from the invasive touches and the smell is overwhelming. You begin to scream.

“BACK! GET BACK!” yells a deep, commanding masterful voice. And miraculously, they all obey. They move back, and form two straight lines one on the left and on the right.

And down the middle of this contrived aisle appears the hottest, sexiest, most masterful man you’ve ever seen in your life. You gasp again a little, although this time it has nothing to do with the ropes although they still bind you as unbendingly as a burly bodybuilder’s bear hug.

The man approaching you is of medium build and a little taller than you. His arm muscles are visible through his shirt. Ditto his legs through his pants and you can see they are toned and hard and ropy. His back is straight and tall and he carries himself with the masterful air of the one in charge. He is the undisputed leader, captain, lord and master of the ship and crew. And he’s only a few years older than you, 25 at the most.

The captain walks toward you slowly, step by step, like a black panther stalking his prey. A black panther is a good analogy. He is wearing:

Thigh high black leather boots.

Black leather pants showing off strong leg muscles and an impressive basket.

A black silk shirt over which is a leather jerkin, a kind of tight fitting coat.

A black leather belt and a scabbard in which is his sword.

Black leather gauntlets. The glove part fit over his fingers and hands flawlessly and they flare up to his elbows.

Golden earrings.

A black bandanna fitted over the top of his head and over all, a three cornered hat.

Strangely, in contrast, his hair is sandy and he has a sandy moustache and thick but pointy goatee.

Step by slow step this vision comes nearer and nearer to you and you realize to your embarrassment you are drinking it in like a dying man. You shake it off and pretend to be looking above him, beyond him, anywhere else but before anything else can happen he is upon you.

“You can cut the shit,” he says, “I saw you looking. I know you like what you see. I like what I see too.”

He reaches up and strokes your cheek with one leathered finger and you gasp at the sensation. It’s smooth and rough and sexy as hell all at the same time and it goes straight to your cock. You can’t help but groan in pure pleasure.

He looks down and smiles. He strokes your cock through your pants a bit and stroking your face with his other hand reducing you to moaning mush and your cock is as hard as a the mast you are tied to.

“Oh yes! You will do perfectly!” he whispers, smiling ferally. He releases you.

You get yourself under control. “Oh, please Sir! Do not do this thing! I’m a good Christian boy! You would not like me! Take me back to land and let me go!”

He laughs a loud, deep laugh and he fondles your cock and balls again. “A Christian! And do all...good...Christian...boys pop such...impressive wood under a man’s touch?”

“I-I can’t help it! I never could....And besides, I do remember a few tales told to me by some altar boys a while b-...”

“Enough!!! I have need of a cabin boy and bed mate for I mean to plunder my way to India! The trip will be long and the nights longer and you will do nicely! I was told you were in need of a job! You now have one! You will mop the deck! You will fetch and carry and help the chef and do...whatever you are told and at night you will come to me and continue...to do what you are told! And you will do it all with a smile on your face and say Yes sir to any crew member and to me you will answer...Yes, Captain! Do you understand, boy!?” He’s in your face and he screams the last bit at you.

You spit in his handsome face.

The entire crew gasps but he merely takes a handkerchief out of his jerkin pocket and wipes his face and smiles in a way you don’t like.

“Never! NEVER!! I’ll do every task half assed, I’ll break your dishes and spit in your soup! And granted, I’m your prisoner, and I have no bed but yours but if you insist on this I will make you rape me before I submit to you. Every single time, you will have to rape me, do YOU understand!?”

He slaps you hard across the face.

“That was for spitting on me. NO-body spits on me, understand boy?” He raises his hand again.

“I’m sorry.” You bow your head in submission and truly, you ARE sorry. It was an impulsive act born out a fit of anger sublime and already it’s fading as the hopelessness of your situation sets in.

“I’m sorry what?” he prompts.

“I’m sorry, Captain,” you whisper obediently.

“And you will do a good job. You will do your best. You will not spit in the soup. You will come to me every night and there will be no rape...ever. This is not a command. This is a statement of fact. It is a prediction. I am going to bend you to my will.”

You struggle mightily against the ropes, which do not give in the slightest. “NO! NEVER! You’ll never bend me to your will! How can you say such things?”

“I’ve been all over the world and seen many things. I’ve learned many things. I am no ordinary pirate. I only resort to violence when I have to nowadays. And right now...I don’t have to. Right now...” he fondles your cock again, “I have you exactly where I want you.”

He reaches into his jerkin again and draws something out but it’s hidden in his hand. He raises it up to your eye level and your head raises accordingly because your eyes have been glues to that hand all this time.

Then, in one movement, the hand opens and a gold disk attached to a gold chain drops out and he is holding a golden pendulum in front of your eyes.

“What is that?”

“It’s a pocket watch,” answers the Captain.

“What’s it for?”

“Telling the time.” There were snickers in the crowd over that one.

“I doubt you brought it out for that. So what...”

“SILENCE!! You don’t need to know that! I brought it out because I am the captain and it is my pleasure. It is your pleasure to see it. Your pleasure to watch it. You have nothing else to do after all. There’s nothing else you CAN do. Just lie there, all tied up and watch it boy. Watch the watch. Watch it spin.” He spins it and it swings a little but it mostly spins, flashing the sunlight. You can’t move and then it’s all you see. There s only the gold and the light and golden light and his deep and sexy voice.

“Watch the watch, only the watch. See the light, only the light. Hear my voice only my voice. Watch the watch, boy. Hear my voice. Fight me if you want but the ropes are too strong. The more you fight the more you relax. The more you fight, the more there is nothing but my voice and the light and you cannot resist either. Resist and relax boy. Resist and find that your body is heavy…so heavy.”

You tense and relax, tense and relax, and each time you do your body is heavier. Each time your body is relaxed until you don’t feel the ropes at all.

“Watch the watch, see only the light. Hear my voice only my voice. Your neck and shoulders are becoming so relaxed, so limp. Follow my voice, follow my words. Relax your chest next. Breathe deep. So deep. Feel the ropes caressing you, holding you up. Your waist relaxes. Your arms. Breathe deeply again. Your entire body just becomes loose and limp and heavy. So relaxed. So very heavy.

Your body is heavy. You are taking long...slow...deep breaths. So heavy. You just listen to his voice and you limbs don’t want to seem to move. The ropes are a relief now.

“The relaxation moves into your legs. The lights are tiring. So tiring Let go boy. Your eyes are so tired of the light. They need to close. They want to close. So heavy. Your whole body. Your whole body. Your eyes...so drowsy...so drowsy...your mind....so quiet now. Empty and quiet. Empty and heavy and quiet and the only thing you hear is my voice taking you deeper and deeper to sleep. Your limbs are heavy and asleep and now your eyes follow and are heavy and drowsy and need to close so bad. And if they do open again all they see is the gold. All your mind hears is my voice.”

Your whole body. Your whole body is heavy. Your whole body is numb. Your eyes can’t stay open. You are blinking. Following the words. Going down. Blinking. Closing. Opening. Closed. Open. All you see are the words. The words become your thoughts. Your body doesn’t want to move. And the more you blink, every time to close your eyes they open and you see only the gold.

“Take another....long....slow....deep breath. And another. I’m going to count back from 5. Every number relaxes you twice as deeply. Five: 5 feeling so numb, so empty. Four: 4 the deeper you go the better you feel. Three: 3 twice as deep and relaxed. Two: 2 your mind so empty and open now. One: 1 twice as deep and a wave of pleasure sweeps through your body. Feeling so much better, so relaxed and pleasurable. Your mind is empty and blank as a white page. You can even open your eyes but all you’ll see is that white page with my words writing on it. Deep and relaxed, open your eyes.”

You open your eyes but all you see are a pair of deep blue-green eyes, as deep and aquamarine as the ocean. Your mind is quiet…waiting for him to speak upon the white page .You wait for commands. You wait for instructions. You wait for a rescue that will never come. There is no rescue. Say it. There is no rescue. Say it. You say it now and go deeper. Oh yes. You do.

“There is no rescue,” you say woodenly.

“There is no need for rescue,” prompts the Captain.

“There is no need for rescue, “ you say obediently, and just like that, there isn’t. You are on this ship. You’ve always been on this ship. Why would you need to be rescued?

“Good boy. Breathe deep and go deeper. I am going to count back from ten and with each number you will fall twice as deep asleep and listen to all I say. Ten…

Ten…heavier…so heavier.

Nine…

Nine…So hard to think clearly

Eight…

Eight…Thoughts are quiet. In the quiet you can hear the Captain.

Seven…

Seven…Mind is relaxed and empty and open…In the quiet you can hear the Captain.

Six…

Six…Mind is empty and open and quiet. In the quiet you can obey the Captain.

Five…

Five…In the quiet you must obey the Captain.

Four…

Four…You must obey the Captain You hear and obey the Captain.

Three…

Three…Body is so limp and loose and comfortable. Mind is empty and open. You must obey the Captain.

Two…

Two…You must obey the Captain…

One…

One…Deep and obedient…You must obey the Captain.

“Good boy. I want you to count back from 10 now. It’s easy to do. Each number takes you deeper, makes you twice as obedient to the captain. Count 10 and say: I must obey the Captain. And you will know it’s true…completely.”

You count back from ten and say what you are told. It’s so easy. Ten…I must obey the Captain. Nine…I must obey the Captain…Eight…I must obey the Captain. It’s so easy. Do it. Do it now. It’s so easy.

When you reach one, you do it again. Ten…I must obey the Captain…Nine…I must obey the Captain…..Eight…Do it. Slip deeper. You must obey the Captain. Do it again. You will do it…You are doing it. It’s so easy. Oh yes…It is.

“You are my cabin boy. You are my lover. You are my cabin boy. You are my lover. You have always been my cabin boy. Always. You have always been my cabin boy and lover. You will obey me in all things. I am your Captain and lover and you will obey me in all things and the rest of the crew as I command you too. Repeat and tell me you understand.”

“I am your cabin boy. I have always been your cabin boy and lover. I hear and obey my Captain in all things and the crew accordingly. I understand Captain.”

“Take a deep breath, go deeper asleep, and say it again,”

“I am your cabin boy. I have always been your cabin boy and lover. I hear and obey…

Somewhere deep in your mind, you realize all this is true…You have no past…You have no future…There is only Captain. And somewhere deep inside you…deeper, that gives you a supreme pleasure. A new thought arises. You have yet another Captain. A Captain that is writing these words. And if you are indeed deep and heavy and open and blank and you are ready to obey I want you to send a short message via his e mail or IM. The message is: Captain, I am your cabin boy.” Then, You will forget you did so and return to this point in the story. You will do it now. Oh yes. You will. Do it now and return. Good boy.

“I am your cabin boy and lover. I have always been your cabin boy and lover. I hear and obey the Captain and the crew accordingly. I understand Captain.”

The captain makes you repeat your instruction’s over and over, dozens of times, for hours until the very fabric of time blurs. You have no idea how long this goes on. Until finally…

“OK boy, you have done well. When I snap my fingers, you will come awake and start your cabin boy life with me. If for any reason I should need to write more words upon your mind, I will say: Cabin boy…relax and sleep. When you hear this phrase from me and me alone, you will slip deep into this deep sleep where you are blank and open and unafraid, ready to hear and obey. Do you understand?”

The phrase: Cabin boy…relax and sleep…will put you deep asleep and empty and obedient. You understand completely. And if you have sent your message like a good Cabin Boy, you will respond as well. It’s easy and you will respond. Oh yes…You will. You understand completely.

“Ready to come awake then, my boy?”

“Oh yes, Captain!”

“Ready to get to work boy!?”

“Oh yes, Captain!

The Captain gestures to several of the crew. “You can untie him now. He is no longer a threat.”

He crewmen hasten to comply and soon you are standing passively on your feet.

The Captain smirks and snaps his fingers near your face. SNAP!

You blink and wonder why everyone is just standing around. “Is everything all right Captain?” you ask.

“Everything…everything’s just great,” says Captain, “ It’s time for you to swab the deck, my pet.”

“Yes Captain, right away!”

“Oh but first…” Suddenly you find him wrapped in his leathery embrace and he’s kissing you, kissing the daylights out of you and you can’t think because of the sensations. This feels so good, so right. You love the feel of his silky moustache and goatee. His tongue fucks your mouth perfectly, plundering its depths as thoroughly as one of his ship sinking conquests. You love the feel of the leather touching your skin. It makes you as hard as the flagpole that flies his black flag of bones and you love that flag too. You’ve always loved that flag.

“I love you Captain,” you declare when he finally releases you. “I always have. I always will.”

He strokes your cheek and then your throat with a leathered thumb. “I know you do, my good boy. I know you do.”

THE END