Bromm

It Started At an Orgy

It Started At an Orgy

Bromm XIV

Bromm XIV

There came every now and then a time of great misfortune for the pirate lords of Torvuls, when one of them was cast down and replaced by another. These times resulted in great upheaval, not only for the lords and great captains themselves, some of whom were slain in their palaces in the arms of their slave girls, but for their many lesser followers. It was during one such time, when the arrogant husband of Torvuls' Queen Lamira was overthrown by his rival, and his followers were abandoned to their enemies to be hunted in the streets, the sewer tunnels and other secret places beneath them, and the fields and jungles beyond the great city's limits, that one such party of hunted men fled the city at night aboard a galleon.

Sailing swiftly south, they passed the Isle of the Tides and reached the open sea where they thought themselves safe at last. However, their relief soon turned to horror, for emerging from the early morning fog was a little sloop by the name ofBad Neighbor,captained by a young and hungry pirate with a gleam in his eye.

The fugitives fought bravely, but their ordeal in fleeing the city had already overwhelmed them. With barely a blast of their cannons, the ships locked together in battle. The men ofBad Neighborswarmed aboard and put their foes to the sword, securing in their victory not only a fine galleon but a great haul of treasure that these fugitives had hoped to convey to their new life in distant ports.

The captain, known as Bromm, had turned the prize ship around and put into port a victor, to the cheers of those who lined to quay in greeting. From the galleon's quarterdeck, still slick with the blood of her ill-fated captain, Bromm drank in the glory of conquest and made plans to spend his loot.

And so it was that, not long after his triumphant morning, he and his friends found themselves in an upper floor suite of the Black Lotus, that renowned palace of pleasures, accompanied by two beautiful, nude, young women.

Bromm was seated on a low couch against the wall, a window behind him overlooking the city's famous Chained Market, where pirates sold plunder and captives after their raids. Bromm himself had been in the market only a few hours earlier to sell off a load of gems and sugar stolen from the galleon. Now he ran a handful of silver coins, proceeds from the sale, through his fingers and watched the two girls on the bed.

The first one was tall and slim, with olive skin and long brown hair that was drawn out behind her by Bromm's friend Sahat, who knelt behind her and fucked slowly while sipping from a bottle of wine. On the other side of the bed was their friend Pyet, his cock in the girl's mouth. They bounced her between them, sliding down on Sahat's cock as she came up on Pyet's, then bouncing back the other way. The two men cared for little else but watching the girl between them, and paid little mind to the other girl beside them.

She was pale and dark-haired, with little breasts and rosy pink nipples that faded to white quickly. She lay on her back with Bromm's friend Imre between her legs, her mouth wrapped around the cock of Tahavi, the last of Bromm's inner circle of old friends. She mumbled something around the member in her mouth, but they could not have understand her even with her mouth clear, for she was a new arrival in the great city of Torvuls and did not yet speak the language.

To hear the madame tell it, the girl was so fresh off the boat that they had barely had time to shave, bathe, dress, and perfume her before Bromm and his friends had burst through the front door, drunk on youth, wine, and victory and laden by coin and cum they were eager to relieve themselves of. Which suited Bromm just fine. Despite her language barrier, the girl's enthusiasm was evident as she sucked and fucked them all, chattering away in her foreign tongue. Whether her enthusiasm was born of the nymphflower drink or the product of a natural slut Bromm could neither tell nor care to learn.

The girl was drunk on more than nymphflower, for she had had many swigs on the bottles of wine that passed between Bromm and his friends. He held one in his hand, sitting naked on a couch beside his first mate Nosey as they watched the six others fuck on the bed. Nosey was the latest addition to their crew. He had been first mate ofBad Neighborunder her previous captain and offered the ship to Bromm in thanks for saving them from an ugly end.

The little orgy was Bromm's way of inducting Nosey into their inner circle. The man was thin, with piercing, hawklike eyes and a great hooked nose. Hailing from Zahir, he spoke the Common tongue well enough to disguise his origins but had already proven to be a master of many tongues. However, even he could not speak the pale girl's tongue. Nosey too was naked, having shared the girls with Bromm when they first reached the room while the others watched. He puffed idly on a hemp pipe, which he passed to Bromm.

"There are six of us," he said slowly, blinking his red eyes. "Why did you only buy two girls?"

Bromm took a long draw on the pipe, feeling it burn his throat and nostrils. He inhaled the smoke and held his breath a long moment, watching the rhythmic thrusting of his friends' hips against the whores. He let out his breath.

"It brings us together," he said at last. "We're a new crew and we need something to bond over. The best crews are all old friends who would die for one another."

"We're an old crew with new leaders," conceded Nosey, "but the five of you are old friends. I'm the odd man out."

"Aye, and we needed to welcome you to our group, or us to your ship."

"Why not bring in more of the others, then?" asked Nosey, now seeming to rise from his drugged stupor.

"I did!" exclaimed Bromm. "I must have spent half my share of the plunder buying our men into this place!"

Bromm's coffers were still smarting from paying the entry fee for more than fifty crewmen who had gladly piled into the Lotus. He saw it as buying their respect as captain, at least to start, but had to admit to himself as he watched them drink and whore that he had done it partly for himself as well.

The Lotus held itself out as a respectable place. Far from being a rudely furnished back-alley fuckhouse catering to any sea rat who could rub two coppers together, it was a veritable palace offering the most refined pleasures known to mortals. However, this had its costs and meant it could not be as discriminating in its clientele as some other places in the city. The result was that common sailors were not so uncommon in its rarefied halls, and Bromm had rewarded his men for their score by paying their door charge to get into the place.

"The halls ought to be crawling with them now," Bromm mused, lowering a hand to stroke himself at the thought. He relished the thought of his salty crew of cutthroats stalking the carpeted halls of the Black Lotus in search of beautiful whores, guzzling wine, devouring spiced meats, and making a mess of the silken bedsheets in their bestial lust. "These whores will never forget this day."

"The whores will forget us come nightfall. It is the madams who will remember us, or rather our coin."

"Let word of this spread," Bromm mumbled. He reached for a nearly empty bottle below his seat and drained it. He belched. "Let the streets of Torvuls know the name of Bromm and how he celebrates his victories. Men will flock to my ship in search of glory, plunder, and comradery."

"Not too many, I hope," Nosey murmured, rubbing his red eyes. "We must be careful not to split the plunder too many ways, nor to allow troublemakers into the crew. Mutiny undoes more captains than battle."

He looked pointedly at Bromm at that last part, and Bromm looked away with a slight scowl. He tried to think of a different subject, but found his mind momentarily fogged by drink and smoke, as well as the sight of two naked girls fucking.

Imre came as they watched, groaning with release and slumping backward off the bed to lie on the cold floor. He raised a bottle of wine and poured it over his face, his tongue lazily lapping up dark red droplets as they flowed over him. The pale girl's cunt dripped with moisture and sticky seed, soon to be filled up by Tahavi's cock after he crawled over her naked body to mount her from behind. His hips slapped against hers and she once again moaned with pleasure.

"Ah, a berth has opened up," mumbled Nosey, rising from his seat. He swayed on his feet and Bromm quickly extended a hand. Nosey leaned on the offered limb a moment, took another draw on the pipe and then pushed himself off. He stepped over Imre lying on the floor and the other man scowled at the unwelcome look up between Nosey's legs.

Bromm's first mate slowly made his way around the edge of the bed to stand in front of the pale girl, slowly stroking his cock before her in both hands. Tahavi paid him little mind, and instead grabbed the girl by her wrists and pulled her arms back as he fucked her. She moaned with pleasure, then squealed when the olive-skinned girl reached over to tweak her bouncing nipples. Nosey stood impatiently by the bed.

"Suck my cock, whore," he growled, and she giggled between thrusts of Tahavi's hips. She bent her head forward as much as Tahavi would allow, straining with tongue extended to put her mouth on his cock. From behind her, Bromm watched her long pink tongue reach for his cock, bouncing toward the erect member each time Tahavi thrust his own cock inside her, then retract as he pulled her back. Twice her tongue brushed the head, but she never succeeded in closing her mouth about the cock.

Beside her, it was Sahat's turn to come. He groaned and shuddered, spurting himself inside the olive-skinned whore with such force that some of his cum gushed out of her sex and fell to the bedsheets below. He sagged against her, his breathing heavy, panting and watching her pleasure Pyet with her mouth. Then he slowly withdrew himself and flopped down into the seat Nosey had vacated.

Pyet crawled across the bed to mount the girl, his eyes fixed on the spectacle of Tahavi teasing Nosey. The first mate soon lost his patience, and grabbed the pale girl by the hair and pulled her down onto his cock. He growled with released frustration and shoved himself into her mouth up to the base, holding her there and listening to the muffled squeals of delight.

Bromm watched with amusement.

"Your turn, Bromm," Pyet called, holding the older, olive-skinned girl by the waist as he fucked her. Her breasts bounced underneath her, their motion mesmerizing to Bromm. They were bigger than her bedmates, whose little tits were too small to swing, and Bromm found the sight of them delicious. Still visible on her soft flesh were the faint red bitemarks than he had left when he fucked her the first time.

Bromm tilted back the bottle, hoping in vain for a few last drops, then rose from his seat and stepped over Imre as well. The other man's eyes were now closed, saving him from looking up at yet another man's cock and balls looming over him. Halfway to the door, Bromm stopped and cocked his head in curiosity.

In the hall outside, a young man was dazedly roaming the halls with a thin coin purse in his hands. He was slender, fair-haired, and tanned by long exposure to the open sea and sun. His youthful face was drawn with bewilderment and wide eyes slowly roamed his surroundings, at last settling on Bromm through the open door. He swallowed, his red cheeks turning redder.

"Captain," he said. Bromm smiled.

"Kainan, isn't it?" The boy nodded. "I thought so. What seems to be the matter?"

"Matter?" Kainan repeated dully. "No matter, captain."

"You're alone," Bromm pointed out. "And wearing your clothes." Bromm gestured to his own nude state for comparison, then remembered he was on his way to get his cock sucked. "How many women have you bedded already?" He was impatient to feel a woman's mouth again, but the sight of one of his crew wandering stupid was too much to ignore.

Kainan swallowed again. "N-n-none, captain," he stammered. Bromm scoffed.

"We arrived hours ago. What have you been doing all this time? Just wandering around like this?"

"Aye, captain," Kainan said and lowered his eyes to the carpeted floor. "It's all too much for me."

"It's a dream come true," Bromm agreed. "This awaits us after every triumph from now on. We will plunder a hoard and come here to spend our winnings."

"As you say captain." Kainan's eyes were still fixed on the floor. Bromm frowned.

"Come now, Kainan. Why have you not found yourself a woman yet? Did you spend all your coin elsewhere?"

"No, captain. I..." he trailed off. "I wouldn't know what to do with one."

"With a woman?" Bromm asked, and behind him he heard Tahavi scoff. "Is it not obvious?" He pointed to Nosey and Tahavi at either end of the pale girl, roughly fucking her young holes as they clawed and groped at her naked body.

"I am afraid not, captain. I've never..."

"Never?" Bromm asked in surprise. "You've never bedded a woman before?" Kainan shook his head. "Well, that just won't do. Come here, boy."

He beckoned urgently to Kainan, who stood still in the hall with bewilderment. His eyes moved from Bromm to the two girls behind him and the three men fucking them, then back to Bromm, and still he did not move. With a grunt of annoyance, Bromm stepped into the hall and caught Kainan by the sleeve then dragged him inside.

"Fortune favors the bold," Bromm reminded his timid crewman. "Now, get naked and these girls will suck your cock. Once you've had enough of that, you can fuck one or both, depending on how long your cock holds out."

Bromm lifted Kainan's shirt halfway to get the lad started, then once Kainan took over the task, Bromm crossed to the olive-skinned girl and shoved his cock in her mouth. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Kainan finish stripping naked. His cheeks now red as an apple, he stood sheepishly against the wall, then cast a fearful look over his shoulder into the hall. Bromm smiled to himself. Even in the middle of an orgy in a brothel, the lad feared his nakedness was out of place.

Tahavi's fucking quickened, his hands winding through the pale girl's hair as he pulled her head back and off Nosey's cock. She cried out in protest, her tongue straining to reach the cock again, but Tahavi crushed her close to his chest for the final series of thrusts and buried his face in her neck. Nosey scowled, stroking his spittle-drenched cock impatiently as he watched.

Tahavi did not last much longer, and he came in the girl quickly. His cum dripped from her flushed sex to the bedsheets, and he stepped away. His slackening cock slipped out of her, pushing with it a fresh glob of cum that stained the cloth, and he shoved her back to the bed where Nosey crawled over her to mount her sticky, wet purse.

Bromm wound his hand through the olive-skinned girl's hair and held her head steady as he fucked her mouth.

"Kainan," he said to the young man, "Put your cock in her mouth."

"Her mouth?" Kainan repeated skeptically. He put both hands over his cock, which was still too timid to rise for her.

"She'll do the rest," Bromm assured him. "She's a natural slut."

Kainan slowly stepped forward, gently uncovering his limp cock as he neared the bed. The pale girl, her cheek pressed into the bedspread by Nosey's hands, watched him approach with pursed lips. She whispered something in her native tongue and extended a pale, delicate hand toward Kainan. He drew back a moment, and only Bromm's hand on his shoulder completed their union. He flinched as her fingers curled around his cock and began to stroke. Kainan watched with wide-eyes, seemingly unable to believe what was happening.

Nosey planted a foot on the girl's head and pressed it down into the bed, far enough that one eye blue disappeared entirely into the soft mattress. He grunted with exertion, his hips pumping his cock into her sex and extracting the other men's cum with each stroke. Droplets clung to his shaft and legs, some falling to the sheets and the floor beneath him, but the first mate was unbothered.

"Let her head up, Nosey," Bromm commanded. "She has a cock to suck."

Nosey grunted again in annoyance but removed his foot. He shifted back to kneeling behind her, cock still pumping away. Her head now freed, the pale girl raised her head and laid her red lips on Kainan's stiffening cock. The boy was no longer limp, but he was not yet hard enough to take a woman.

"He is shy," the olive-skinned girl giggled around a mouthful of Bromm's own stiff cock. Bromm nodded.

"Indeed. Sahat," Bromm called. "Give the boy some wine."

Sahat stirred himself from the seat and looked around, picking up and discarding three bottles.

"We're out," he slurred. Bromm rolled his eyes.

"Well, go find a serving wench or boy and get us some more. There's money in my trousers, over there." He pointed to the pile of clothes they had left in the corner when they first arrived. Sahat dutifully yet slowly crossed to them, rifled through the pockets until he found enough for a restock of wine, then ambled from the room. Kainan watched him walk completely naked into the hall with wide-eyes. Bromm chuckled at his awe.

"It's a brothel, lad. People go around naked all the time. Join in the revelry, why don't you?"

"I've never seen such debauchery," Kainan whispered. His eyes went from the girl sucking his cock to the man furiously fucking her, then to his captain and the girl between him and Pyet. Pyet, not much older than Kainan, gave the younger lad a wink and extended his hand to shake.

"Brothers under the sail," Pyet intoned, and Kainan was at a loss for words. He simply stood staring at all the lustful action around him while his cock was pleasured by hand and tongue. Pyet raised an eyebrow at the younger sailor, who at last nodded, then took the extended hand. Pyet clasped him tightly, then grunted and bared his teeth. He was coming hard and fast.

Kainan watched without fully understanding as Pyet pumped his seed into the olive-skinned girl and then took his leave, staggering backwards to collapse in the seat that Sahat had just left on his quest for wine. Pyet took up the abandoned hemp pipe and puffed on it, staring up at the ceiling as his cock dribbled cum onto the couch cushions.

"They are beautiful girls, are they not?" Bromm asked, trying to draw the stunned boy out of his shell. Kainan nodded, his eyes going from one girl to the other. Despite one of them sucking his cock, he seemed to give them equal attention, and Bromm raised a curious eyebrow. He took the olive-skinned girl by the chin and lifted her mouth from his cock.

"Come on, girl. Show my young sailor a little affection." He turned her face toward Kainan and she smiled. She crawled closer, rubbing shoulders with the other whore as they were both pounded by the men behind them. The pale girl held Kainan's cock out for her companion to suck, and so she did. Watching proudly, Bromm crawled over the head of the bed to mount the olive-skinned girl from behind. He slid his cock easily into her sticky sex, then stared down the length of her naked body at Kainan on the other end.

He began to thrust into the girl, setting her modest bust swaying away. Though they swung underneath her, out of sight, Bromm knew they were there and could not resist clasping his callused seaman's hands around her soft orbs of flesh. He played with her nipples between his fingers, drawing a muffled moan from her as she caressed Kainan's cock. She drew it out to admire it, a long trail of spittle connecting their heads. Her pale companion leaned in to continue pleasuring, but Kainan suddenly grabbed for his cock.