Chapter Nineteen
“Nothing cures a bloke’s attitude more surely than a taste of the cane followed by a good hard shagging.” Said the Captain. “It humbles them right quick.”
As he spoke, he was busy with a tube of something cold, and slippery, and aromatic in a medicinal sort of way. He inserted the nozzle into my anal opening and squeezed in an amount that I estimated to be about half the tube’s content and pushed it in with a thick finger, working it in and out to spread the lubricant over the tender membranes within. It triggered an unbearable tingling within my tender internal membranes as he coated them. A moment later, two thick fingers curled and scissored and plundered my anal opening. I would discover presently that the cream caused a sort of irritation deep within my core; a gnaw
