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Thread: The new new world

With a grunt they throw the last bit of his clothing onto the ground leaving him completely naked and defenseless. Standing over him they started to laugh out loudly as they saw his rather pathetic looking cock. One of the girls placed her foot on the flaccid penis pressing down with her weight as she looked down at him with disapproving eyes. As the girl in the middle enjoyed putting William through pain the other girls started to undo the bottom part of their outfits showing off a long thick flaccid penis that hung down to their knees. One of the two girls went over to the leader who rather expertly started to take the long down her throat. She took a while to do it, but once she found her rhythm she was unstoppable. Back and forth she went opening her eyes now and again to stare back at Williams always with those cold dead eyes. Grabbing the back of Williams head and breaking the glair between him and the bee leader one of the other girls twisted his head to face her cock. Plopping the large thing on his face he was able to get a deep sniff of it and it wasnt all that pleasant. Holding his head in place her other hand went to his nose gripping tightly as she forced him open his mouth. As expected the moment he did was the moment he felt the long thing sliding in the back of his throat growing thick with each thrust. Using her hand she forced him to do the work bringing his head down on her cock over and over again until it was slathered in his saliva.
Thread: The new new world

William growled as the creatures began to laugh. Feh, laugh all you want, not like you're the first.... He grumbled, then winced as one of them placed a foot on his cock, pressing down hard enough for it to be painful. What....happened to all that friendliness? Didn't I save one of your mind? He growled, then blinked as one of the soldiers removed part of her outfit, showing off a rather large....penis? W-wait....aren't you.....I thought.....but you're female aren't you?! That one I saved didn't have one of those things! He stared in disbelief at the female bees cock, then glanced around as the other soldier seemed to do the same. The bee leader seemed to be something of an expert as she started sucking off one of the soldiers, William staring in disbelief, returning her stare when she looked at him, until suddenly his head was grabbed and a rather large erection was presented to his face. The smel wasn't great, though fortunately the dripping honey was already covering the bees, making the smell a little sweeter at least. The man defiantly closed his mouth as he understood what she wanted, but unfortunately she had other plans. When his nose was pinched he could only keep his mouth closed for so long, before his mouth opened to gasp for air, the air quickly being replaced with a mouthful of bee-girl cock. Mmgh! The man tried to shake his head to get it out, nearly choking as the cock reached the back of his throat, stretching his mouth to its limits with her thickness.
Thread: The Sea Be Ours (Nabari & Schezwan.Beefy)

A pair of sturdy black leather boots propped themselves upon against the aged wooden table, thudding against it a little as they did so. Sharp blue eyes narrowed in impatience as he glanced up and down the room. There was a dozen or so others sat there, some talking amongst themselves, others drinking bottles of rum. They didn't seem in any rush to get started but he wanted to get it over with quickly so he could leave the damned place and get back to his ship. He had been called to a gathering of several pirate captains, most of whom were here...apart from one that is. It was rare that they would ever meet, perhaps only once in a lifetime and never for less than the most vital of reasons. Their meeting place was located in Oscuro's cove, known only to chosen pirates. It was a dark place lined with jagged rocks and vicious waters, not easy for even a skilled captain to sail through, and would often result in many a wreck. Though that just meant more to plunder for those who did manage to make it into the centre of the cove. Here, upon a small island, was built an old but large building made from the ship wreckages of those too unskilled to make it through. It was almost akin to a fortress in the strength and the scale of the thing. He was Pirate Captain Nicholas Morgan or as most just called him, Captain Morgan. No-one knew his first name, nor did he ever plan to reveal it. The dark haired male was well known for being unceasingly brutal and merciless, seeming to not even care for his own crew...many of them having had been made to walk the plank over the years. Yet he had seen the surprised glances of some of the others when they saw him, for he had to be only around twenty six in age, young for one of his apparant caliber. His impatience was starting to get the better of him as he muttered a few obscenities under his breath, forcing himself to lean back into his chair and simply wait.
Thread: The Sea Be Ours (Nabari & Schezwan.Beefy)

James T. Dreadwood walked through the door in a hurry, his brown eyes wild while his fingers moved to his long black strands of hair to wipe it from his face. Sorry for the tardiness, gentlemen, my ship was attacked just outside the Oscuro rocks. It's been a busy day for me - what have I missed? He was a tallk, handsome man, one that was rather clean shaven and well taken care of, quite different than many pirates around. On top of that, he looked well educated, but most of those here in the Captain's Quarter's were well educated. They were business men who had taken to piracy as it earned quite a bit of revenue. Things in life weren't free everyone needed money, and so the had all turned to piracy with their fake jobs back home in the mainland that made it seem as though they were doing quite well in their own business. James, being the owner of a small import and export of rare treasures back in Spain, was doing quite well for himself to say the least. Wouldn't start without ya, James, he heard someone say close to him, and he smiled a bit. Suppose I have you to thank for that, eh Titus, you old bastard? he laughed, smacking his friend lightly on the shoulder before embracing him. Some of these men he knew well, some of them were like brothers and uncles, while others were completely unfamiliar to him. He removed his hat as asa sign of respect to those he didn't know - like the man sitting with his boots on the table like he owned the entire place of Oscuro - and ran a hand through his black strands again, and for a man of his age, 32, he looked quite young. He was experienced, having started out in a lower rank as a ship doctor, and slowly moved up until the crew had become his own. Well, now that I'm here, please begin. I apologize once more and I hope I have your forgiveness. Sorry, I had a hard time with an opening post
Thread: The Sea Be Ours (Nabari & Schezwan.Beefy)

Nicholas' focus was turned towards the latecomer as he entered the room, giving only a quick nod in response to the Captains removal of his hat. He had never seen him before but it appeared he was well acquainted with many more in the room than he himself was, waiting quietly for the niceties to be over with. No forgiveness needed my friend. But yes, onto business. It was Titus who addressed James again and it was he who would be leading the meeting today, being one of the older and apparantly more experienced captains. He cleared his throat a little before speaking once more...not so eager to impart this news to his fellow pirates. It would no doubt cause a ruckus, for the man he was about to speak of was well known and well liked amongst many here. Well men...to put it bluntly, it appears that Captain Krome, along with the majority of his crew have been captured and sentenced to death. The gunner managed to escape before their ship was completely destroyed but even he had little hope for the rest of them. There was no time for stepping around the truth in their world, even if it clearly was not what they wanted to hear. Some of those sat around the table began to mutter to themselves at these words, while others slammed their bottles down on the table and immediately began to conjure up plans of rescue and revenge, most of them too foolhardy to even be considered. An eruption of voices took over the room for a few moments while Nicholas simply lifted his feet from the table, placing them onto the floor. He rolled his eyes at the idea of even going on a rescue mission, who had ever heard of pirates doing such a thing? He wasn't one to care how liked the man may be. Besides, it was likely they would be too late to save him anyway. Any pirate whos foolish enough to get caught doesnt deserve to be rescued. Nicholas spoke to no-one in particular but was loud enough to be heard by anyone who cared to listen. If that's all we were called here for, then I'll be leaving. With this he stood up from his chair, hoping that that was all they wished to waste his time with.
Thread: The Sea Be Ours (Nabari & Schezwan.Beefy)

James' face paled at the announcement. Krome was a good man... he rarely killed other on ships he took as targets. Rather, the old man was a good prankster, and he enjoyed laughing, so he let them go after taking many supplied, their cargo, and sometimes their clothes. He remembered how helpful Krome had been to him in his own jams. He stayed quiet, listening to the uproar of men as they began thinking of way to help their dear friend... he had no idea to even begin. He stood there, leaning against the wall and watching men talk excitedly to one another, but his eyes quickly moved to the man who seemed fed up with the whole ordeal. Who was he, and why was he here anyway? His mouth opened as he leaned in towards Titus to ask the exact reason, but he closed them again as the sound of the legs of the chair grated against the floor. He smirked slightly at the man's attitude, then looked at Titus and shrugged, as if saying 'I told you so'. They were all a tight knit group, and this new Captain wasn't making a good impression himself. What a pity. James would just have to make things a little more clear for the... idiot. I'm sorry, but we haven't met, he said, moving to stand in front of the door and extend his hand. I'm Captain James Dreadwood. Perhaps you've heard of me, maybe not. His smile was friendly, his eyes were warm, and he waited for the other's hand to take his. Whether he would do so or not, James wasn't sure. Many of us have met before, or we're all good friends of Captain Krome... i'm not sure if your familiar with him either. You should not take his arrest so lightly, however. Krome has high authority... he's part of the Judicial System and has often got many of us out of tight places. He has spy networks and many men in the cabinet working for him... for us. If he's captured, we'll all follow shortly. This life isn't so simple, you're quite aware of that, but Krome has made things easier for us. I hope that you understand and you may be willing to help. Can we count you in?
Thread: The Sea Be Ours (Nabari & Schezwan.Beefy)

Nicholas narrowed his eyes at the Captain as he blocked his exit and then proceeded to introduce himself. Such an expression actually suited his defined features, not that many, if any, had ever seen him with a smile on his face. James on the other hand was donning a smile at that moment as he spoke to the other about Krome, which surprisingly made Nicholas more inclined to listen to what he had to say. Captain Morgan. He responded, assuming he would know he was speaking of his own name. He had done business with Krome a couple of times, but he would never say what they had bore any resemblance to friendship. His style of piracy was the complete opposite to his own...merciful even to the point of kindness, and it was no surprise to hear that he was a part of the Judicial System. His frown deepened at the mention of Kromes authority there, for one of his meetings with him had indeed been when he and his crew had gotten into a scrap of trouble. Nicholas would never have asked for help but the old guy had been pretty damn insistant about it. He truly was a fool... If I must. He eventually replied, his blue eyes looking James over with an air of unneeded arrogance in despite of the fact that many here would have been pirates for much longer than himself. No doubt you could do with the help. Nicholas had ignored the outstretched hand he saw no need to be friendly just because he was helping these pirates. Instead he went back to his seat and sat down, once again resuming his stance of barely contained impatience.
Thread: The Sea Be Ours (Nabari & Schezwan.Beefy)

James could feel the tension, but he knew the type of man Morgan was. He'd dealt with men like him his entire life and he wasn't about to let the haughtiness get to him now. In time, he had adapted to it and learned that the best way to deal with men like Morgan was to simply play stupid to it, or ignore it and just be friendly. It usually worked... stuck up, arrogant men like Morgan often succumbed to his charm in more ways than one. But James' sexuality was not in question now, and he hadn't any motives of that nature towards Morgan. He was just good at convincing men to do what he wanted. Needless to say, Morgan had fallen for it. Good man, he said with a smile, pulling back his hand to gently grab his shoulder and pat it in a friendly way, and then he turned around to take his beer and listen in on the conversation. The question at hand now was... how were they going to get Krome out? By getting themselves captured as well, it seemed. If several of us are caught, it makes it easier to get Krome released. They've passed new laws that Krome couldn't seem to over turn - you know the feeling people have for pirates. There's no bounty to pay off, so we couldn't even pay something off. He's a good man, Krome is, but an idiot for thinking he wouldn't get caught raiding that ship so close to shore. James frowned a bit at the thought of risking his own neck for another Pirate, but Krome had helped him out of jail years ago when he was new to the whole thing. But the idea itself was just too crazy... I'm not sure if this is the greatest way about it, he said to Titus. Then what do you suggest? Well, it's not like I am well skilled in escape plans... if you give me a little time to think about it, perhaps I ca- There isn't any time, James! We must act as quickly as possible. I know! But rushing to make a plan will only get us caught and we're bound to do something wrong. Mr. Morgan, have you any experience in these things? He looked toward the man who sat there, obviously worried about where this meeting was going. He had no problem -helping- with a release, but getting captured and thrown in jail wasn't his idea of a rescue mission.
Thread: The Sea Be Ours (Nabari & Schezwan.Beefy)

Nicholas glanced between the other Captains silently as they began to discuss a way to free Krome. The majority of them seemed to think it would be a brilliant idea to get themselves caught, and he had to admit he agreed with James when he was opposed to the idea. What kind if idiot would want to place themselves in the same situation as Krome, a man with next to little hope? He couldn't help but smirk a little when James asked for his help, his own arrogance having been at least a little justified. Some. He replied, shrugging his shoulders lightly as he took a few moments to wonder how he would deal with the situation. I'd suggest infiltrating wherever he's being held. In disguise of course...it'd be a little too obvious if we sauntered in as pirates. With such little time it seemed to him to be the best idea, though if that failed he wouldn't mind just storming in there with all guns blazing. But it would only work with small numbers. Nicholas then leant back in his chair when he had finished speaking, seeming as if he cared little to whether they agreed to his plan or not though he was hoping they wouldn't drag him into their first foolish idea.
Thread: Don't call my name, don't call my name.

Today was as mundane as most of his days nothing special or out of the ordinary. Oh, well there was that thing Graeme mentioned. Ah, he could not remember for the life of him. What was happening today that was such a big deal? No matter, he was sure Graeme would come in barking a reminder in due time. The tall brunette was seated comfortably on the sofa, planted before a small easel on which was a large pallet of paper. He was carefully making light strokes with his pencil never erasing, but rather encircling each mistake with a new line creating a rather messy image. His green eyes were suddenly concealed with an angry, lowered lid. His eyebrows were clenched in the most hideous way possible as he snapped his pencil in half. Disastrous, he mumbled, Its completely disastrous. The young man was obviously disgruntled and very unsatisfied with his work. This was typical behavior of the moody youth he was always frustrated at something or other. Graeme usually could soothe all of this pent-up anger with, well, lets be honest favors of a carnal nature, of course. Did they not soothe everyone? Kail was dressed comfortably in loose jeans and a slightly snug black tank top. He wasnt wearing any shoes but his socks were still on. Various jewelry and tattoos adorned his mildly tanned fleshhe was your regular badass moody artist. And he did this persona very, very well. With all of this things strewn about the room, he was sure Graeme would be here in no time to chew his ass. If only it was in a more literal sense, then all would be well. In fact, he would welcome this ass-chewing with vigor and enthusiasm. After a few moments staring at the image, he took it off of the easel and crumpled it, throwing it on the floor without care. Hmph.
Thread: Don't call my name, don't call my name.

RE Dont call my name, dont call my name. Today was the day. After finding himself bunking with others, for the sake of not living on the streets, Moria came across an ad for a spare room and at a price he could afford. Being but a senior in college, bills were piling up and the thought of living on his own, with a meager salary was laughable. Gathering what essential items needed, he would make the short journey from his current living area to the apartment. With a slender and toned, athletic body, the twenty-one year old male arrived in a relatively short amount of time. Standing in front of the elevator, dark brown eyes would peer to the white lights above the double doors, soon becoming impatient as it seemed to remain fixed on its current floor. A grin would creep upon the male's face, content for once that his parents pushed him into track and field, knowing that despite his dislike of it at the time, he was truly gifted. With two evenly distributed duffel bags under each arm, Moria would head for the staircase, kicking the red door as it swung open. Counting down in his head, once zero came about, he would start off, taking leaps and bounds up the staircase, in a moment's notice, he found himself on the fourth floor. Stepping out into the hallway, a cold chill blew past him, as he would glance over to a nearby window that was left ajar. From what he gathered of his two new roommates, they were friendly enough, and not to mention a sight for sore eyes. On top of the cheap price for the room, a chance at either of them was what compelled him to take them up on their offer. Now, standing before the door, Moria would set his bags down onto the marble floor. Standing at 6',1, the dark-skinned male would begin to adjust his clothing. Wearing a pair of navy blue jeans and a white polo shirt, he took care of his appearance, lest others view him as unkept or homely. That being said, he would dig into his rear pocket, producing a comb that he'd soon put to good use. Slowly, the short-haired male would groom himself, not wanting his roommates to find any cause to dismiss him. After assuming that all was well, he'd tuck the comb back into his pocket and ring the doorbell. Relax. Take a deep breath. They aren't going to eat you. You'll make it here... He thought to himself, trying to settle his nerves a bit.
Thread: Don't call my name, don't call my name.

Sure enough, as though on cue, the moment the scrap of paper hit the floor the novelist was in the doorway, issuing yet another reprimand in Kails direction. I just straightened up the living room, he said gently, more intent on the second half of his nagging. Id really appreciate it if you got all your stuff out of the spare room before our roommate actually gets here. Well versed in the art of handling Kail when it came to tasks that the artist found less than favorable, he was using a tactic that avoided directly commanding him to do his bidding but instead was a reminder that he prayed would be heeded. He swept up the discarded piece of artwork in a graceful sweeping motion and disposed of it properly in the trash bin that was not two feet from the couch. Graeme was tall and slender, but finely muscled throughout his body, giving him the pleasantly aesthetic physique of a dancer. He was clothed in the only manner he found suitable, which today included a pair of trim slacks that were dark in color paired with a gray shawl cardigan over a white dress shirt. He was never without shoes, so of course on his feet he sported a pair of dark brown leather shoes. When the door rang the usually collected male straightened up quickly, his eyes widening. He took a moment to dust his fingers over Kails shoulder as he hurried past, giving him a firm pinch to prompt him to rise out of politeness, though knowing it would likely be futile. Kail, come say hello, he called, settling his hand on the doorknob without turning around. He swept the door open grandly, revealing to Moria the main living area of the apartment, which was modest in size and cluttered with the things he had managed to entice Kail to move from one of the two bedrooms. There had been a long argument over who would have to sleep in the living room and Graemes winning card had been that he not only footed more than half the rent but also furnished most of the apartment while Kail blew his money on things Graeme found frivolous. He took in Morias appearance with a sweep of his blue eyes tinged steely gray, his facial features arranged in an attentive look of interest he had known from their initial meeting that Moria was comely, but was pleasantly surprised to find that he was a bit shorter though not obnoxiously so. It was a difference Graeme found particularly attractive, as well as the difference in the hues of their skin when he extended his hand, ghostly pale, to be clasped in greeting before he offered to take his bags. How was your trip? Let me help you with your stuff. He reached politely for one of the bags at their feet, then stepped aside to allow Moria entry. Please come in! His smile was charming, his eyes welcoming, his arms hung loosely at his sides and his shoulders lax. He radiated the image of kind elegance.