Kinktober 2022 #14: Kidnapped

The young man had been squalling for hours. “Unhand me! I’m the heir to the governor of these islands, and I won’t stand for this kind of treatment!” He was seated in a dinghy, his hands and feet both bound.

The pirate captain rolled his eyes as he rowed them both out to his ship. “Keep listing more reasons to ransom you, kid. Gives me more reasons to up the price.”

That finally shut him up, at least for a while, which felt like a blessing at first. Then the boy started to cry, which was worse.

The pirate managed not to scoff. He’d seen plenty of soft people in his lifetime, but this kid was definitely the softest. He’d started blubbering as soon as the small crew of pirates burst into his fancy house. Not a single servant had tried to stop them or even raised the alarm. The captain had found this a little odd, but they were only there for the rich kid, and he wasn’t one to complain about things being easy for once.

This kid – who wasn’t even really a kid, probably closer to four-and-twenty – had obviously never spent more than five minutes without being attended to. He was wearing silks the captain knew must cost a fortune for a single yard. He smelled like flowers and mint. He was fat, too, like a spoiled ship cat who’d grown domesticated and forgotten it was supposed to work. Big soft belly and wide-set hips, with budding soft tits like a girl’s.

Even though the little lordling wouldn’t stop whining, with every new detail of him the captain observed, the captain had a wild thought: I might just keep him. All that softness, the years of pampering so plain in his body and bearing – the captain was sure he must be delicious.

But no. The captain had to put the crew first. They were a rag-tag bunch, and so far had been unsuccessful at plundering ships. Times were lean. This ransom would boost morale for everyone, and make for a nice payday. Enough to hold them over until things were better.

***

“‘You can keep the little leech. I’m not paying,’” the captain read aloud.

“A leech?!” the rich kid said, astonished, the blow to his pride stinging more than his fear over what might happen to him now that he was worthless to the pirates who had kidnapped him.

“Apparently he’s already written you out of his will,” the captain said brightly. Honestly, it was very funny, even if it was inconvenient. Watching the spoiled brat in front of him, arms crossed, stewing over the idea that his own father wouldn’t pony up the cash to bring him home.

“I always knew he was a bastard, but this is beyond the pale.”

The captain smirked. He was quavering like a pudding, plump and furious. The captain thought about what it might be like to take a taste. But then the kid said something surprising.

“He has no idea who he’s fucked with.” There was still rage in his eyes, but resolve, too. For the first time, he didn’t just look like some fat, indolent pet, but someone who actually might have a thought or two in mind beyond what was for lunch. “I can do better than whatever ransom you asked for.”

***

And that was how the portly lordling turned pirate. Spurned by his own family, he was more than happy to turn against them. He had extensive knowledge of his father’s business interests – knowledge like shipping routes, and what cargo ships held. His knowledge even extended past the little fleet that earned his family’s fortunes to those owned by close family friends and beyond.

At first, the captain and crew had been skeptical. They’d been ready to dump the fop off at the next port. But the captain and some others were willing to take the chance. After all, they wouldn’t be any worse off for trusting him.

Turned out that though he was rather useless for most things, his knowledge was right on the money. A month later, they’d intercepted two massive merchant ships, each carrying cargo that would leave the crew set for life. The crew was more than happy to share the wealth with their new mastermind and mascot. He couldn’t do jack shit on the ship, but he was vital just the same.

All the kid asked for was something like the life he’d grown accustomed to. No one was about to be his servant, but everyone was happy to keep the kitchen stocked with fine things and the once-lordling clad in the finest fabrics so long as he kept up his end of the bargain.

Somehow, the kid had even less to do on the ship than he had before he was spirited away from his home. It didn’t take long for him to grow noticeably fatter, the indolence of a rather pampered life at sea taking its toll.

The captain was fascinated by this, and by their own fascination. Something about this soft boy spending his days lounging in half-open silk robes, doing nothing much but filling his belly was… tantalizing.

The young man seemed to realize it, too. One night when he was out walking off a late-night stuffing on the deck, he ran into the captain. He was a little drunk thanks to the excellent wine he’d had with his meal. “You like me, don’t you?” he asked pointedly. He pressed in close, flabby belly pressing against the captain’s slim one. “Something about this gets you hot.”

Before they could think, the captain reached out, taking hold of his love handles and squeezing. “Soft,” the captain murmured.

“Not too much, you don’t think?” he asked flirtatiously. He saw the lusty, greedy look on the captain’s face. “Or should I slim down?”

The captain pulled him in close. “Not sure. Feel like I need a sample first. But I think the right answer is–”

The captain was cut off by a warm, soft, wine-soaked kiss. The captain’s hands roved around, slipping beneath the young man’s clothes, skimming over his fat belly, squeezing his ripening tits. When they broke it off just long enough to breathe, the captain finished. “The right answer is more. Never too much. Always more.”

“That’s the right answer, Captain,” he purred, just before they whisked themselves off to the captain’s cabin.