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It wasn't comfortable sleeping naked in the bilges of a ship. The air was humid, the only dry place to lay was atop a bundle of rough caulking. The air was also still full of the rat Captain's scent, not to mention his own sharp musk. Shifting his shoulders, trying to find a comfortable spot Flinty sighed, one hand stroking along the line of his collar. He couldn't get his fingers under it, the length of metal was sealed to his neck and... he'd already submitted once.

Squirming at the memory of how easily he'd given in to licking the rats feet then sucking his cock Flinty pushed a paw against his sheath as if he could stop it from thickening up. He couldn't believe how eager he'd been to go down and do that. Now... now he was lying sweating in the dark, humid bowels of the ship dreading what might happen to him next. He had no concept of how long he'd been down here, the captain had left him hours ago. There was just the creak of the ship, the occasional hollow boom of waves striking the hull and silence.

Flinty was woken up by footsteps on the planks above then a light shining through the grill that kept him locked in. Sitting up he shielded his eyes and peered up at the hazy figure behind the lantern, "Captain is that you?"

"Hardly cabin boy," a soft voice purred quietly setting the lantern aside, "I'm the unlucky sod tasked with feeding your sorry hide instead of hitting my bunk now day watch is done."

Kneeling up on his makeshift bed so he could wrap his fingers around the hatch flinty frowned at the figure, "I thought cabin boys traditionally worker the decks and served at the captain's table. I didn't think we lived in the bilges as prisoners."

"Wise guy is it? Well the captain don't trust you yet, when you've earned your place on the crew you'll know," a waterskin was shoved through the bars and Flinty grabbed it, "Water, for drinking, make it last that's all you're getting until tomorrow."

Flinty unstoppered the flask and gulped down three big mouthfuls, "Thank you, thank you..." he whispered before taking another gulp. He was so parched but he was good and saved the rest, setting the flask aside. He then ran his fingers around the length of his collar; the living band of ebony metal encircling his throat had been moving with his throat, bobbing up and down as he drunk.

"Yeah whatever," the figure said, crouching down so his face was close to the bars of the grill, he was a cat, grey fur, green eyes with a pink nose. His shaggy grey and white hair was tied back behind a spotted bandana and from what Flinty could see he was wearing an apron over his bare grey and white chest. "I'm Felinus, the cook, now did you want your food or shall I just leave it up here? I've not got all night, I want my hammock, I've got a deck-hand waiting for me," he smirked, "Being cook means I can always wrangle a warm mouth or rump if it means extra rations. So fox, you done admiring your collar and ready to eat?"

"Yes please sir," the fox whispered, blushing and looking away from the cat's piercing green stare. "I'd like to be fed please."

"Sure, give me a second," the cat moved away, there was a soft thunk like a jar being opened and then a splattering glop as something was poured. Flinty was expecting a bowl, or for the cat to pass down a mug. What he wasn't expecting was the cat to swing his legs out over the grill and stick his legs through the bars of the closed hatch. It was hard to make out what colour his feet were, the light was dim and they were covered from ankles to toes in a thick grey-brown slop of oatmeal porridge.

"Captain says you're a real one for feet, so if you want to eat fox, here's your dinner, get to work."

"No," Flinty shouted eyes wide with shock as he stared at those feet, "I... no fucking way, I... I did the captain's feet. I'm not sucking my dinner off yours."

"Suit yourself fox, but it gets awfully hot down here, and damp, water alone won't sustain you," the cat laughed, a rich, purring sound at the back of his throat, "So if you want to eat and maybe last the night..." he wriggled his toes, dislodging a lump of porridge.

Flinty whined softly, twisted this way and that, desperately trying to ignore the way his cock was starting to slide out of its sheath again. Shaking his head, closing his eyes he reached up and gripped the hatch and pulled himself up until he could slurp Felinus' toes into his muzzle. The cat had retracted his claws at least and the porridge wasn't bad, some mixture of oats, peas and small hunks of ham all mixed together in a thick gravy. Flinty was ravenous, the last thing he had eaten was before he'd started work back at the tavern the night before.

It was also... thickly layered between the cat's white toes and with a whimper Flinty slid his tongue between them and licked it out. Curling his thick, fox tongue back and forth he lapped the sticky, tasty mess until it was all gone. Swallowing heavily Flinty looked at the cat's white toes then reached out to lift his heel with one hand so he could lick the stodgy, warm mess off of Felinus' foot. He then moved on to the paw-pad, spending a goodly amount of time licking it clean. All the while his other hand was in his lap, stroking his cock, teasing himself as he ate his meal straight off the cook's foot.

Once it was clean, nothing but damp grey fur and white toes Flinty lifted the other foot and slowed down. The cat was groaning and Flinty could just see his own hand was working up and down his shaft as his feet were cleaned. Whimpering softly Flinty wriggled his tongue into the sticky, damp fur between paw-pad and toes and licked slowly, lovingly at the mess. Dinner was good and the cat was pretty tasty too, once he licked off all the meat-porridge there was a rather nice, musty feline taste to Felinus' paws that made Flinty squirm.

Nuzzling along the top of the cat's foot, licking off the last of his dinner Flinty noted that this one was covered in white fur. Leaning his head back, blushing furiously at what he'd just done the fox squeaked as the cat cook pulled his feet back through the hatch. He twisted around and looked down, his paw still sliding up and down his cock.

"More?"

Flinty didn't trust himself to speak, he just nodded his head, blushing furiously and groaned as the cat moved out of sight and there was a glopping noise. Then his feet came back both of them once again glistening with a thick layer. Flinty wasted no time, surging forwards to gulp a set of feline toes into his muzzle. His tongue worked along each one, sucking, cleaning, teasing, loving as he ran his paw up and down his shaft, smearing pre to make the passage of his paw smoother. It was the feet he really cared about... tongue sliding over, swallowing his dinner and worshipping those paws. He loved them, the feel of them against his tongue, the taste of feline beneath the food. Once he had one foot clean he lost himself for a moment nuzzling and licking the cat's footpaw.

He was caught off guard when Felinus took his foot away and smooshed his other foot against his muzzle. He didn't protest though, just started in on that foot, lapping it clean, licking, teasing, sucking, nuzzling along its side, the top, those toes... he loved it all. Shuddering with a happy growl Flinty came, pearly white seed splashing over his hand and bare stomach as the cat clasped his snout between both of his clean feet and held him there. Flinty did his best to lick and lap and nuzzle those feet and was rewarded by the cat mewling in orgasm above him.

For a moment they rested there, the cat's paws clinging to his muzzle with both paws. Then slowly Felinus pulled his feet back out of the hatch and laughed softly. "Good fox... if you're still down there tomorrow I'll feed you the same way... night..."

Settling back onto the bale of caulking he was using as a bed Flinty blushed, listening to the creak of a hatch. Darkness fell as Felinus took the light away. It was still warm, and uncomfortable and he was naked and now coated in his own cum... but... at least he had water and food and... and he'd enjoyed it. There had been something about... licking those feet, being fed that way... with a shy smile Flinty closed his eyes, wondering what the morning would bring.

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Flinty was startled out of sleep by the hatch cover being flung open with a loud clang. Starting up the fox squeaked as a powerful hand grabbed the back of his neck and hauled him up. Blinking his eyes and squirming in place the fox found himself snout to snout with the hooded naga who'd originally captured him. He was wearing a grey bandana around the top of his head and a long yellow and grey shirt across his torso but like last time his long scaled snake lower body was bare.

It was still more clothing then Flinty had access to and he nervously held his breath and kept quiet as the massive snake set him down. The hold was well lit, a hatch had been pulled open to let in the sun. Nervously looking around Flinty squeaked as the naga slithered around him, leaning in close to whisper into one of his ears.

"Cabin Boy... captains got the morning watch so I'm in charge of... introducing you to the crew. Come on... up on deck. Breakfast is being served and Felinus tells me you like his cooking."

Flinty was pushed forwards toward the hatch by the naga. His long tail slithered across the decking with ease. Powerful tail muscles slithered from side to side, gripping the deck expertly as he moved. Scrambling up onto the deck Flinty blinked in the bright sunshine, half turning to watch the cobra. He wanted to see how he'd climb up from below. He didn't, he sprang upwards, powerful tail flinging him up into the air. He was aimed straight at Flinty and with a squeak the fox was knocked sprawling to the deck. The snake rested atop him and smirked down at him, coils sliding from side to side.

His fangs brushed Flinty's neck, his fingers pressed lightly on his shoulders holding him down, "You are the cabin boy..." he drew back, "I expect you to prove your mettle with the crew today."

"I didn't sign on to be cabin boy," Flinty whispered nervously, squirming a bit, "You kidnapped me."

The snake hissed and pushed Flinty down to the deck, he heavy coils piled up atop the fox. He then opened wide, jaws unhinging, to reveal his smooth dark throat, "You seem to not be getting it fox, you are either cabin boy... or you are my breakfast... pick."

Wide eyed at the view down the wet saliva filled tunnel of the snake's throat Flinty let out a quiet whimper, "I'm the cabin boy sir... how can I serve."

Clicking his jaws shut Jormy smirked and shifted his coils off the fox, "Welcome aboard fox, now get forward, on the foredeck, breakfast is about to be served."

Flinty scrambled up and ran for ladder onto the foredeck and froze as he reached the top... about ten members of the crew were waiting for him, including Felinus. The cook had a large cauldron and was serving bowls of porridge, he glanced over at the naked fox and pointed with his ladle.

"He joining is for breakfast Sir?" he asked Jormungandr, as the snakes heavy slithering bulk reared up onto the foredeck after Flinty.

"He's the cabin boy, this means he's one of the crew," the naga settled his coils down and smirked softly as the crew-beasts former a ring, "So let's feed him and see how well he obeys..."

Felinus laughed and filled a large bowl then walked forwards. He made as if to give it to Flinty but pulled it back at the last second and put it on the deck. Flinty opened his mouth to ask what was going on but froze up as one of Jormungandr's hands ran up his back.

"If you want to eat, get on all fours and eat it like an animal," the snake hissed, "Show your crew mates you know your place, bottom of the pack."

"Bottom of the Pack,"

"Bottom of the Pack,"

"Bottom of the Pack,"

The crew started chant, banging feet and empty breakfast bowls on the deck. Felinus poured more porridge into Flinty's bowl and stepped back gesturing at it with a wicked feline grin. Flinty swallowed heavily, nervously fingering his collar as he looked around at the crew. Rats, cats, a pair of honey badgers, all egging him on. The hiss of a forked tongue against his ears made him jump and half then to face Jormungandr.

"Well fox, will you obey me? I gave you an order.."

Flinty stared, lost for a moment in those slitted snake eyes then nodded and dropped to his hands and knees. The crew cheered and thumped the deck louder, voices from the rigging and crew members on watch joining the crowds.

"Bottom of the Pack,"

"Bottom of the Pack,"

"Bottom of the Pack,"

"Bottom of the Pack,"

Blushing deeply Flinty crawled toward the bowl, this was so surreal. This wasn't like with the Captain or Felinus. Everyone was watching him, there were so many people to see his humiliation. But for some reason, despite that... despite the utter embarrassment; his cock was growing, sliding out of his sheath to hang red and very visible against his white stomach. Lowering his muzzle Flinty pushed it into his breakfast and started to lap up the rich hearty porridge that was a sailor's breakfast.

The crowd cheered more and Flinty gasped as a large scaled hand reached between his legs and tugged on his cock, "Seems our new cabin boy is enjoying himself, what do we say to that mates?"

The crew cheered and whooped as Flinty kept his head down, licking up the contents of his bowl, emptying it in jaw snapping gulps. The snake stroked his cock and Flinty gasped and braced himself as he was leant on by the naga.

"As our new cabin boy seems to enjoy being an animal what say we find another way to put him in his place?"

"Bottom of the Pack,"

"Bottom of the Pack,"

"Bottom of the Pack,"

Chuckling quietly Jormy squeezed Flinty's shaft one last time then let go and slithered backwards. Raising his head, licking his muzzle clean Flinty waited, sure something worse then this was about to happen to him, "Bring ropes, string him up!"

The crew surged forwards and Flinty yelped as he was roughly pulled to his feet. Rough paws manhandled him, span him around, teased his cock and balls, slapped his arse and bound him. Long lengths of rough hempen rope were span about his body, binding him from ankles to neck. They kept on spinning him around, pulling the ropes tight, tying him up as a wriggle lozenge of fox shaped rope. They paid extra attention to his bulging cock, making sure it was properly trapped against his stomach by the rope. A hook was slid into place against his neck and someone heaved on a rope and up he went dangling several feet above the deck.

The weight of his body pulled the ropes tighter, leaving him squirming and bucking back and forth. Ropes tugged at him from every direction and mid-morning sun beat down on him making the snug cocoon warm and sticky. The crew took turns spinning him around, tugging at his tail and generally helping to squish the cocoon tighter. The ropes looped over his muzzle as a makeshift gag left him drooling uncontrollably as they slipped between his jaws and left his mouth wide open with no ability to swallow properly. It was all too much, Flinty rocked and wriggled in his bonds, eyes closed as he squirmed and soaked the ropes and his stomach in jets of his seed. It felt so good, mummified like this, being used as a toy, tormented, abused in front of everyone. He really was the bottom of the pack here.

After a while the crew stopped playing with him as first mate Jormungandr slithered forward. He reached up to run one of his paws across the damp ropes constricting Flinty's cock. He wasn't sure how long he'd been hanging up here, the sun had moved quite a bit and he'd cum twice from the sheer delight of being so completely restrained. Jormy rubbed his damp fingers together before his snout them signalled for Flinty to be lowered.

"Looks like our cabin boy enjoyed that too," Jormy announced to everyone making Flinty blush deeply as the snake unwound his rope gag, "So fox, serve us well, don't break the rules, learn your place and we'll do that to you again," he grinned wider, which was quite a feat on a snake "We'll do many things to you, you'll be cumming so much your head will spin. So Flinty, what's your job?"

"Cabin Boy sir,"

"and your place?"

"Bottom of the Pack," Flinty stammered, blushing deeply as the ropes were loosened and he was once again naked in front of everyone.

"Correct," he glanced up as a bell was run on the poop deck, "Second watch is up, Bosun Ren, will see to helping you earn a hammock in the crew-quarters. Tomorrow you help cook prepare breakfast and then serve in the Captain's quarters."

"Earn a hammock... what about clothes?"

The snake smirked and slithered off, "Someone will find you something to wear when you need it. Remember you're bottom of the pack, you gotta earn a better bed than the bilges," with a laugh the snake slithered off leaving Flinty standing there in the sun. He'd agreed to be crew, Flinty had a feeling his initiation into the crew of the Naralan had only just begun!

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