Yao had been washing his clothes by the river. It was his turn in his household to do the chore, and he chose to do it very late in the evening, when the sun had set and it was not too hot out. Normally, he would wash the clothes in the morning, as the sun had just risen and the clothes would have the whole day to dry when he hung them out, but he had been occupied that morning, so the only other choice he had was to wash them in the evening.
Yao had been hearing a ruckus for quite a while now. It looked like the sounds were coming from the beach nearby, but Yao ignored them, as they had nothing to do with him – he was just a simple man, minding his own business and washing his clothes.
As Yao was beginning to wash the last of the tops, a large man leapt onto him from the back. A struggle ensued, but the man was much larger and stronger than Yao was, and Yao soon found himself pinned down on the ground. He stared defiantly at his European captor.
The large man was peering down at him curiously. He then broke into a grin. "Hey, Gilbert! Look what I found!"
A tall man with white-blond hair appeared from the bushes, looking disgruntled. "I swear, Mathias, this had better be good – it was your idea to go scout the surrounding area…" He then caught sight of what (or who) Mathias had pinned to the ground. "Who is she?"
Yao felt rather indignant that Gilbert thought he was a woman. But he supposed it wasn't strange; even his own people sometimes thought he was a woman at first sight.
Mathias shrugged. "Don't know," he replied. "I don't think he's a woman," he added, groping around Yao's chest. "No breasts."
"Oh?" Gilbert approached the two figures on the ground.
"Think the Captain will be pleased with him?"
Gilbert laughed loudly. "I don't think – I know!" He used his booted foot to reposition Yao's face so that he was facing Gilbert. "You lucky dog, Mathias – this one's a beauty! The Captain is sure to reward you!"
"I can say that you helped," Mathias replied nonchalantly.
Gilbert waved a hand. "It's okay," he replied. "Come on, let's tie him up and get him onto the ship."
Ship? What ship? Yao was beginning to panic now. He couldn't go with these men! What about his family? His siblings? Yao began to trash and struggle.
With an annoyed grunt, Mathias punched Yao in the stomach, causing Yao to cry out in pain. That did the trick – Yao doubled over in pain and was unable to move.
Quickly, Gilbert grabbed both of Yao's hands and brought them behind his back. With a spare piece of rope he had brought along, he tied Yao's hands together. Gilbert then tore the sleeve of his clothing, rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into Yao's mouth. "That should shut you up for a while," he leered.
Mathias slung Yao over his shoulder.
Yao felt embarrassed at being manhandled in such a manner. His cheeks burned in humiliation as Mathias and Gilbert made their way back to the ship along with him in tow.
As they walked past the beach, Yao could see the remains of his fellow countrymen lying on the beach. A great number of them were decapitated, and some bodies were decimated beyond recognition. Well, at least they died defending their home. Yao didn't know what was going to become of him. As the stench of fresh blood wafted through Yao's nostrils, he had to resist the strong urge to puke.
When Mathias and Gilbert got onto the ship, they paused for a while on the deck and looked around. "Hm, nobody's back yet," Mathias commented.
"That's strange – we even went the farthest," said Gilbert.
"Oh well," muttered Mathias. "Where should I put him?"
"Best put him in the Captain's quarters. I'll let the Captain know," replied Gilbert, reaching into his pocket and handing a key to Mathias. It looked like the Captain trusted Gilbert with his belongings if he was letting Gilbert keep a copy of the key to his room. As Mathias started to head away, Gilbert stopped him. "Wait, here's some rope," Gilbert told Mathias, handing him a length of rope. "Tie his legs together as well – we can't have him running around the ship and escaping."
Mathias chuckled. "Good idea."
Mathias made his way up a short flight of stairs, and walked a short distance before reaching the Captain's residence. With the key Gilbert gave him, Mathias unlocked the door and headed in. He threw Yao onto the Captain's large bed.
Yao landed on the bed with a soft gasp. He didn't have much time to look around, for Mathias immediately pounced onto him, yanked his shoes off his feet and tied his feet together.
Mathias then stood up and clapped his hands together, once. "Well, my work here is done," he announced. "Just wait patiently, I'm sure the Captain will be back soon," Mathias told a wide-eyed Yao with a wink. "Toodles!"
Then Yao was left alone. He even heard the click of the door lock, indicating that Mathias had re-locked the door.
Yao looked around desperately. He needed to find a way to escape – he needed to get back home. Who knew what Yao's family must be thinking when they found the abandoned clothes by the riverside? Did they assume that Yao had run away? Or did they think that he had somehow fallen into the river and had drowned? Yao tried to move his body, but Mathias did such a good job of tying his feet together that movement was impossible.
Yao groaned in frustration as tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. He shouldn't have been by the riverside washing clothes. He should have done it this morning. He should have abandoned the task of helping his sister in favour of washing the clothes – besides, she had other brothers to help her out. Now, because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time, Yao had been kidnapped by what looked like pirates.
Yao briefly wondered if he begged hard enough, the Captain would release him and allow him to go home. He shook his head sadly – it was highly unlikely. From the stories Yao heard of pirates raiding the ships from his country, pirate Captains were merciless and quick to anger – they punished anyone who didn't do as they were told without any hesitation. And the punishment was brutal.
Just then, Yao heard the click of the door being unlocked. The doorknob turned. Yao sat up straight. He didn't know who he expected to walk through that door.
A tall blonde man stepped into the room. He was wearing a typical pirate's attire. His clothes were a bit more regal than a normal pirate's, but seeing as he was the Captain, Yao supposed it wasn't too surprising. He had very thick eyebrows that immediately shot up when he caught sight of Yao on his bed.
By then, Yao was trembling. There was something about the Captain's presence that inspired fear.
"Hm," the Captain muttered, looking at Yao's face. "Gilbert was right – you are very pretty." The Captain reached out to stroke Yao's cheek.
Yao flinched away, not daring to look at the Captain in the eye. Yao's eyes widened as he felt the Captain untying the ropes around his legs. He let out a soft gasp when the Captain encircled his arms around him to reach to untie the ropes holding his hands together behind his back. Finally, the Captain pulled out the cloth, which was now wet with Yao's saliva, from his mouth.
"What's your name?" inquired the Captain.
Yao looked at the Captain's chest. He still didn't dare to look at the Captain's face. "M-my name is Y-Yao, aru," he stuttered. "Yao W-Wang."
The Captain nodded. "That's a nice name," he commented. He sat on the side of the bed, and kicked off his boots, stretching his legs in the process. "I'm Arthur Kirkland," he said confidently. "And welcome abroad the Nirvana." He pulled off the gloves that were covering his hands and dropped them on the ground.
Yao blinked. Why was the Captain talking to him like he was talking to a friend? This man was peculiar. "Nice to meet you," Yao mumbled.
"Pleasure's all mine," Arthur replied with a charming smile.
Yao finally braved himself to look into the Captain's eyes. "Captain," he began.
Arthur held out a hand. "Call me Arthur. I can't have my concubine calling me 'Captain' all the time."
Yao huffed resentfully. "What do you mean by 'concubine'?! I am not a woman, aru!" he exclaimed. Yao flinched – it seemed that he was more insulted at being referred to as a woman than he was upset that he had been kidnapped.
Arthur smirked as he leaned forward closer to Yao. Yao noticed he had earrings in both his ears. "I know that," Arthur replied simply.
Yao sighed, and tried again. "Arthur," he begged. "Please let me go, aru… I have to get home and…"
But Arthur didn't let Yao finish. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Yao."
Yao head shot up to look at Arthur. "Why not?!" he demanded.
"I have fallen for you the first time I laid my eyes on you," Arthur explained. "And I am going to claim what's mine tonight." He pushed Yao onto the bed so that Yao was now lying down with Arthur hovering over him.
"What's yours…?" Realisation dawned upon Yao as to what Arthur was about to do. "No! Let me…"
Yao was interrupted when Arthur clamped his lips onto Yao's, kissing him fiercely, hard and bruising. His eyes widened, and he gathered all his strength to get the upper hand of this situation. Yao flipped Arthur over so that Arthur was lying on the bed and he was perched on top of him. He yanked his lips away from Arthur's.
Arthur's expression darkened. He applied more force and threw Yao back to his original position. "Resistance is futile, you know?" he said to Yao, and continued kissing him. "I'm still going to claim you as mine. Besides," Arthur grinned sadistically. "I like a challenge."
Yao tried to protest in between kisses by twisting his body around to escape Arthur's embrace, but his protests were lost on him when Arthur reached into Yao's pants and grabbed his crotch. Yao gasped at the feeling of another person touching his intimate area. No one had done that before.
"You like that, don't you?" murmured Arthur as he continued kissing Yao.
"I… ah!" Yao gave a soft cry as Arthur squeezed his cock. His hips bucked up involuntarily.
"Excellent," said Arthur as he pulled Yao's traditional Chinese top over his head, despite Yao's feeble protests. His lips resumed attacking Yao's lips once the top had been discarded onto the floor. Arthur's hands roamed free on Yao's chest, and found Yao's nipples. He grabbed one of them between his index finger and thumb, and began rolling them about with his fingers. When it was perky and very pink, Arthur shifted his attention to the other nipple, repeating the same motions with his index finger and thumb.
With his other hand, Arthur took Yao's hands and brought them above his head. Then, swiftly, he undid the cravat around his neck and tied Yao's hands to the headboard of the bed with his cravat. "What are you doing, aru?!" exclaimed Yao. "No-!"
Yao was silenced as Arthur pressed his lips against Yao's.
By then, Yao was breathing heavily. Arthur's tongue slipped into Yao's open mouth, exploring the sweet cavern. Arthur sighed in pleasure.
After a few moments, Arthur finally disengaged from Yao's mouth and moved his attention elsewhere. He began kissing and nipping at Yao's exposed neck, leaving love-bites all over, thus claiming Yao as his own.
Yao gasped as Arthur bit down particularly hard on an area of his neck. Everything was a blur to him now. The sensations Arthur was eliciting within him were too much to handle, and Yao was lost in them. Nevertheless, he was aware of how very hot he was getting.
Arthur grinded his hips against Yao's.
Yao couldn't believe it when his mouth betrayed him by letting out a long, drawn-out moan. He could feel Arthur smile against his skin as the captain planted kisses on his chest.
Yao let out a choked keening sound when Arthur reached down to lick his penis tentatively. Since when had Arthur managed to take off his pants? Satisfied by Yao's reaction, Arthur opened his mouth wide and his mouth enveloped itself around Yao's length. Yao gasped at the warmth of Arthur's mouth around his cock.
When Arthur released Yao's penis from his mouth with a soft 'pop', he smirked when he saw that the Asian's cock was semi-erect. So he had managed to arouse the smaller man.
Yao cried out as he felt a digit insert itself into his asshole. He squirmed about in discomfort, but soon decided that it didn't matter – all he wanted now was more of what Arthur was doing. It felt so good…
Yao's legs were lifted and put to rest on Arthur's shoulder as Arthur stretched him out with his finger. Meanwhile, Arthur kissed Yao again, with his other hand stroking Yao's cock, bringing it even more erect. Soon, it was dripping with pre-cum.
Soon, Arthur increased the number of fingers he was using to stretch Yao. His fingers were making a scissoring motion within Yao as the Asian man shifted his body uncomfortably.
"Shhh, it's going to be okay," Arthur said comfortingly into Yao's ear. "I just need to stretch you, if not it'll hurt when I put it in."
Hazily, Yao managed to catch a bit of what Arthur was saying to him. Put what in where? He was a virgin – it was his first time having any sexual encounter and he didn't really know how sex worked. Well, Yao did know how it worked between a man and a woman, but between two men?
Finally, Arthur added another finger into Yao's entrance. At that point, Yao moaned again and his hips thrust forward.
"Eager, aren't we?" chided Arthur. He bent down and dipped his tongue into Yao's belly button, causing the Asian man to shudder delightfully.
After a few moments of Arthur stretching Yao out with three fingers, he finally withdrew his fingers from Yao's asshole. Arthur could feel his erection tightly confined within his pants, and he couldn't wait to insert it into that tight hole. Arthur could feel himself mentally salivating as he thought of Yao's heat engulfing his length.
Yao made a dissatisfied whine at the absence of the digits in his anus. He tiredly lifted his head – he wanted to see where Arthur had gone. Yao could feel his legs, which had been resting on Arthur's shoulder, dip to the side.
Arthur had leant to the side to fumble on his bedside table. He took a clear blue tube that was lying in the corner closest to the bed. In a swift motion, Arthur uncapped the tube and squeezed a generous amount of the tube's contents onto Yao's entrance.
Yao yelped as the cool liquid came into contact with his asshole.
Arthur undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. He took out his erection and coated it with the lube. "I'm going in," he told Yao.
Yao could only nod. Everything was fuzzy to him – he couldn't understand what Arthur was saying, but Arthur sounded gentle, so he knew Arthur wouldn't hurt him voluntarily.
Arthur pushed his cock into Yao's entrance. Yao cried out as pain consumed him. Arthur was much larger than the fingers used to stretch him, and Yao could feel tears falling from his eyes.
"It's okay," Arthur leaned forward and kissed Yao's tears away. "Give it a while – you'll get used to it."
Sure enough, after Arthur's penis had entered Yao a considerable length, the pain slowly turned into pleasure. Arthur slammed into the small Asian man. He thrust in and out, eventually setting a rhythm as Yao groaned blissfully.
Finally, after some manoeuvring, Arthur managed to find Yao's prostate. He plunged his penis into Yao, and struck his prostate. Yao's eyes slipped shut, and he whimpered as the delightful sensation engulfed his body. "A… thur…" he gasped.
Grinning in satisfaction, Arthur reached forward and pumped Yao's penis up and down with his hand. After a few strokes, finally, Yao reached completion, ejaculating onto his own stomach. Arthur followed soon after, spilling his seed into Yao.
Arthur remained within Yao for a moment as he examined the exhausted Asian man. Arthur looked at Yao's face while Yao recovered. Yao's eyes soon dropped; then, he was out like a light.
Arthur shook his head, but he was smiling tenderly at the unconscious man. He pulled out of Yao, and pulled his pants up. He zipped his pants, but discarded his belt into a corner of his quarters – he didn't need it during the night.
After that, Arthur grabbed a spare cloth from his bedside drawer and cleaned Yao's abdomen.
Arthur then covered Yao with a blanket. He planted a kiss on Yao's forehead, whispering, "Sweet dreams." He didn't untie the smaller man, though.
Then Arthur left his room to supervise the navigation of the ship.