Doggy style in: In the times of pirates II (The Broken Siren)

Three weeks later, the Black Revenge docks in Tortuga. During the voyage, you have been used non-stop, kept constantly drugged, and have completely lost any trace of dignity. Your body is thinner, marked by bites and hickeys, your ass permanently open from overuse.

Rodrigo unchains you and drags you through the port. You haven't even been given clothes, you walk naked through the docks while sailors and merchants laugh and point at you. The dry semen from the last session still covers your legs.

"There it is," says Carlos, pointing to a wooden building painted red. A sign reads "The Broken Siren". "The best brothel on the island. The owner is an old acquaintance."

You enter the establishment. It smells of sex, tobacco, and rum. There are men everywhere, some fucking boys on the tables, others smoking in dark corners. The music of an out-of-tune accordion fills the air.

A huge man appears from behind a curtain. He is Don Sebastian, a 60-year-old Spanish man, bald, with a prominent belly and hands like hams. His eyes scan you from top to bottom with appreciation.

"Rodrigo, bastard. What have you brought me?"

"A gift from the sea, Don Sebastian. We found him a few weeks ago. He's already well-trained, he likes parties, and he doesn't complain." Rodrigo pushes you forward. "Show him."

Sebastian grabs your chin and examines you like livestock. He inserts two thick fingers into your mouth, then turns you around and inserts those same fingers into your ass without warning. Your anus swallows them without resistance.

"Well-used. I like it." He laughs and pulls out his fingers. "How much?"

"Five hundred gold coins."

"Three hundred."

"Four hundred, and I'll include the bag of powder we've been giving him. He loves it."

Sebastian smiles. "Deal."

The exchange is completed. Now you belong to Don Sebastian. Rodrigo and Carlos bid you farewell, slapping your ass and laughing. "Enjoy your new life, dog."

Sebastian drags you to a back room where there are five other boys, all naked, all with the same lost look. "These are your brothers," he says. "Here the rules are simple: clients pay, you obey. Everything is allowed."

He gives you a hit from a pipe and forces you to inhale. The high is immediate. "Good. Your first client will arrive in an hour. He's the Governor of the island. He likes new ones."

He leaves you in a small room with just a dirty cot. The door opens exactly an hour later. A man in his 50s, dressed in elegant clothes but with a depraved look, enters. Behind him come two other men.

"So, this is the new one?" the Governor says as he unzips his pants. "I've been told you like it rough."

The three of them surround you. One of them pulls out a vial of white powder and forces you to snort a line. Your head explodes with chemical pleasure.

The Governor penetrates you without preparation,...