the deck, spurting blood from his lips as he cursed Clancy with his last breath.

Dink dead, Clancy rushed to his lover’s side. Ripping him free of the mast, he took Georgie into his arms and declared, “Avast! I have rescued thee. Now prepare thyself, my love. For I am about to plunder your ass asunder.”

Georgie complied, shirking and spitting the gag from his mouth and loosening the ropes still clung around him. He dropped his pantaloons to the deck and presented his ass to his lover and master, the fair hero Clancy.

Sheathing his cutlass and unsheathing his man-sword, Clancy pulled down the waistband of his own bloomers to reveal one of the most glorious, beautiful, rigid cocks ever bestowed upon a man of this earth. Standing mightily, with head cast to the setting sun and clenched fists resting prominently on his hips, Clancy arched his back and jutted out his pelvis, displaying the vibrant colors of his peacock’s feathers to all the world.

With the gentle easing and bobbing of Dink’s vessel in the waves, Clancy anchored his cock into Georgie’s tight, cabin-boy asshole. Georgie let out an amorous scream as Clancy’s prize-winning cock rendered him unto his own passions.

There the two coupled, savoring each other’s bodies and relishing in Clancy’s victory over their mortal enemy. Never again to live in fear of the evil pirates who sought to master the high seas.

Having sufficiently reclaimed his lost booty, Clancy orgasmed into Georgie’s bowels a confident and austere load of jism.

He then helped his partner to his feet and embraced him lovingly, as the two watched the sun descend beyond the horizon from the bow of their new sailing ship.