-CHAPTER TEN-

"You Can Be as Loud as the Hell You Want"

The next week, everything went on smoothly.

Kurt continued to perform eight times a week in The Phantom of the Opera and, before going to work, he attended the rehearsals for Wicked. He didn't need to learn the songs, because he already knew them all by heart. It had been the first musical he had fallen in love with. Maybe he only loved The Sound of Music as much as Wicked. It was the best job on Earth. And for Kurt, it wasn't difficult at all. He met his fellow cast members and he got on with them pretty well.

Sam also liked his new job. It was the first time he had ever played in a Broadway orchestra and he didn't know what to expect. He found the whole show business world very thrilling. He played the guitar and the music of Spring Awakening, as Kurt had taught him, had been composed by Duncan Sheik with his guitar. Sam had many major solos, "All That's Known", "Touch Me" and "Left Behind" for instance, so he had the chance to show the world his musical skills.

On a Monday morning, Sam wanted to spend the day walking through the city, visiting the theatres Kurt so much talked about, but he couldn't go with him.

'I'm sorry, I can't come with you. I have dress rehearsals, you know.'

'Don't worry, I'll go alone. I won't go astray. I know you must be perfect for those New York theatregoers.'

'I want to be perfect for you, Sam.'

'You're already perfect.'

'Anyway, you'll have a peace offering when you'll be back home, I promise.'

'I said don't worry! Really!' smiled Sam.

'You'll have it anyway. You deserve it...'

It was seven p.m. when Sam reached home. He knocked the door.

'Kurt! It's me!'

'Coming!'

After a few seconds, Kurt opened the door.

'Welcome back!'

Sam entered the house and closed the door.

The lights were dimmed. The house was scented of oriental spices. Candles were lightning the rooms.

Kurt was wearing his dressing-gown.

'What's happening?' asked Sam.

'My peace offering,' smiled Kurt.

'This looks good.'

'It is. I want to play a little game with you tonight.'

'Sure. What is it?'

'You'll see. All you have to do is take this and wear it.'

Kurt handed him a little piece of black silk.

'A thong?'

'Just wear it and meet me in the bed room.'

'OK.'

Sam went to the bathroom, took off all of his clothes and tied the thong around his pelvis with two knots.

It was quite hard to keep it put because Sam really liked the whole situation. Compared with his body, the thong looked small. He exited from the bathroom and met Kurt in the bedroom. He was still wearing the dressing-gown.

'Can I just say that you've never looked hotter?' smiled mischievously Kurt.

'Uhm... Thanks,' blushed Sam. 'What do I have to do now?'

'Lay on the bed and I'll do all the rest.'

Sam lied down on the bed. Kurt then got four soft black stripes of silk.

'I'm gonna tie you up, Sammy.'

He took the first stripe and tied Sam's right arm to the first bar of the head-board of the bed; his left arm to the last one; his right foot to the first bar of the foot-board of the bed; then his left foot to the last one.

Sam lied there, tied and spreadeagled, on the bed, clearly very excited. Kurt then took off his dressing-gown, revealing himself wearing nothing but a jockstrap.

'I've never thought to see you wearing one of those,' joked Sam.

'And you never will, again.'

'You know, I like it on you...'

Kurt mounted on top of Sam, his legs around his groin. He started to caress his face, then their lips met.

Maybe it was the situation, but this time, Sam felt the same feeling he felt when he first made love to Kurt.

'Let's get dirty, shall we?' said Kurt.

Kurt moved from where he was to the space between Sam's legs, his bare buns facing him. Then he lowered his torso. He started to caress his ass with his right hand, often fingering his entrance and slightly spanking himself.

'Do you like it, Sam? Do you want to have it?'

'Oh, yes I do.'

He moved his hand to his bulge, stroking it. Because of Kurt's position, Sam could see it between Kurt's legs.

'And what about this?'

'Oh, yes!'

He jumped gently off the bed and, smiling maliciously, took another black stripe.

'Let's make it dirtier.'

He blindfolded Sam.

He couldn't see a thing. He felt Kurt moving again on top of him, his erection fighting to get out of the thong, and the sound of the nearest drawer opening and closing.

A hot feeling pervaded his chest and stomach. Then he felt Kurt's hand massaging them.

'Oh, yes. Oil me up!'

'I knew you would have liked it.'

The oil had the same scent of the candles, oriental spices. The massage was sensual and soft. Kurt's gentle hands moved slowly, lining every single muscle of Sam's torso. Then his hands moved to Sam's arms and, eventually, to his legs.

'I know you can't see it but, I assure you, you are shining in the light just as I shine on stage,' joked Kurt.

Sam laughed. 'What now?'

'You'll feel it.'

Kurt started to kiss him passionately. Then he licked his chest, sucking his swollen nipples, then down to the navel. He licked it. Sam felt a prickling sensation. He liked it. He then felt Kurt's mouth licking his cock through the thong, biting it gently every now and then.

Kurt's hand was now untying the thong's knots. He was now free.

'I think I will never get used to it,' said Kurt.

Kurt put some oil on Sam's cock. He started to masturbate it. The hot oil gave Sam the feeling of being in a dream, a warm dream. He felt Kurt's hands massaging his cock and balls. He still couldn't see anything.

Then, he felt Kurt's warm mouth on his erection.

'You can be as loud as

The hell you want

When you're making love'

The warmth took over his body.

Kurt's wet mouth made him moan and groan. He wasn't distracted by the sight of Kurt's head moving up and down, so it was a completely new sensation.

The blow-job had briefs pauses so that Sam could last more. He struggled through the whole time. He didn't want it to end. It was too good to be true. But then with a loud shriek, he came into Kurt's mouth.

It was amazing. But something was weird.

Kurt didn't stop blowing. He continued.

A guilty, painful pleasure rushed all over Sam's cock, and this made him scream even more.

'O yes, Kurt. Continue!'

But Sam's cock, for now, gave all it could give. Kurt moved forward and started kissing Sam.

In a passionate, sensual lip-meeting, Sam's inhibitions faded away.

'Kurt, I want to suck you cock, now!'

'Aye aye, my captain.'

Sam didn't know how much it took, but in no time, he found his lips around Kurt's erection.

Being tied up, it was harder for him to do the job without hands. Anyway, he welcomed that guest in the most polite way. He started very slowly but then, with the help of Kurt's swaying, he sped up the gesture.

He had never done something like that. He still couldn't see a thing and his arms were struggling with the stripes. He wanted to grab Kurt's ass, to spank it; he wanted to touch Kurt's cock, to wank him while sucking it. But no.

Kurt was moaning of pleasure. He grabbed Sam's head and moved it closer every time his groin was near Sam's nose. He also was rapt. He was doing something he would have never dared to do: he was messing up Sam's golden hair.

The ecstatic moment, the rush of lust and the sounds filling the room caused two major consequences: Kurt came into Sam's trouty mouth; Sam's cock, at the thought of him slapping Kurt's ass, was erected once more.

'Oh... That was amazing!' said Kurt, lowered to kiss him.

'T-thanks.'

Kurt realized of Sam's cock.

'My captain, someone hoisted the colours without permission,' joked maliciously Kurt. 'What should we do to him?'

'Me know it was you, you scrumpet.' Sam was enjoying the pirate game.

'Oh, no! I swear, it wasn't me!'

'Aye! It was ye. Ye shouldn't parade yer ass in front of the captain.'

'But, sir. You're blindfolded!'

'Not in my thoughts. Ye must be punished!'

'What should I do?'

'Me think ye know.'

Kurt picked again the oil and a condom. He put it on Sam and pour the oil again on it. He massaged a bit and then, he lowered himself on top of it.

'Ouch!'

Sam's big erection was now into Kurt.

'My captain, is it enough?'

'No.'

'But capt-'

'I said NO!'

Kurt also was enjoying the game. He satisfied, then, his captain's wish.

The hardness, the lenght and the size of the cock made Kurt yell of sensual pain.

'You're not allowed to be loud

At the library

At the art museum

Or at a play.

But when you and your partner

Are doing the nasty,

Don't behave like you're

At the ballet!'

He started to move up and down. First slowly to acquaint the gesture, then faster.

They both moaned very loudly.

'Oh captain, you're cock is so huge!'

'Me know. Ye like it, uh?'

'Oh yes! Oh YES!'

Sam's dick grew harder and harder. Eventually, with another scream of pleasure, Sam came. He was so satisfied that, after the leak, his body vibrated for a few seconds.

'Oh! Oh! That was good,' said Kurt.

'Aye!' said Sam, gulping.

He took of the condom, tied a knot and threw it on the near dust bin.

'But, captain, there's a reason why I tied you.'

'And what is it?'

'I spoke with the rest of the crew and we all agree that you need a lesson. You see, you can just walk on this ship and show off your sexiness.'

'But when you got it, flaunt it!'

'I agree with that but, we've been on this ship for a year or so and the men are terribly horny.'

'That's flattering...'

'You also must be punished then.'

'That's a mutiny then!'

'Have it your way, sir.'

Kurt was now facing Sam's entrance. He licked it and fingered it until it was relaxed.

'The Queen will hear about this!'

'Sam, pirates hate the Queen.'

'Ah, yeah, you're right... Then... The Brethren Court will hear about this!'

'That's better,' laughed Kurt. 'But you see... I don't care.'

Kurt wore a condom, lubed his cock with some oil and entered Sam.

'Don't let the neighbors

Stop you from havin' fun,

They'll have peace and quiet

When you're good and done.'

It was Sam's second time as a bottom. He enjoyed it the first time. And this one was even better.

All he felt was the hot feeling around his sphincter of penetration, the noise of their bodies meeting and of, in Kurt's soft and gracious voice, moaning of pleasure.

The salty smell of sweat, the poignant smell of cum and the exotic smell of the candles met in their air. The result was a sensual scent of sex and, in their case, love.

In another yell, Kurt came. He exited from Sam.

''Cause you can be as loud as

The hell you want

When you're making love.'

'I think the captain has learned his lesson, hasn't he?'

'That you are hot as fuck?'

'Yes.' He kissed him. 'Good boy,' said Kurt, patting gently one hand on Sam's face.

He untied Sam and took off the blindfold.

'I think this was the best one yet,' said Sam.

'Yes, me too,' said Kurt, while he was welcomed in Sam's arms. 'You're a perfect pirate.'

'Thanks.'

'I don't think that was what most of them did but, if it were, yo ho! Yo ho! A pirate's life for me!'

AFTERWORD: I hope you liked this chapter. I wanted them to do something light and funny after what happened in the previous ones. Don't miss next chapter: the romantic epilogue!

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