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Sailor's Rule

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The Buck stumbled on the deck as the ship lilted. After being on the open sea for nine days, Dice had thought that he would have gotten used to the feeling.

Once he had recovered his balance, he scratched his head, feeling the small rack that had started coming in. They were barely more than a few inches long, but were already causing issues with his hood.

Dice continued walking towards the back of the ship. He was the greenest one of the crew, which meant he was in charge of readjusting the sensors that the researchers had setup.

The RV Bullshrimp was a small vessel. Carrying only four crew and two researchers. Even though it only carried six bodies, the space was cramped. Three crew shared a small room to sleep in, the researchers their own, and the captain of course had the captain's quarters. There would have been more than enough space for all of them had it not been for the immense amount of gear the researchers had brought with them. That along with enough food and supplies to last on the open sea six months meant that everyone had to work stacked boxes.

Dice inhaled the cool, salty air. Fall had just started coming to a close, and being this far north meant that he probably would not enjoy the outside air for much longer.

He made his way to the first line. The sensors were all attached to thin ropes that then made their way to motors that would assist with adjusting their length. The Buck had no idea what any of them were actually testing. It made little difference though, because he did not need to know their purpose, just how to adjust them the way the researcher's had told him.

Dice glanced over the rail. The currents of water flowing quickly past the ship, leaving a large wake behind.

"Fuck," he cursed.

Three of the lines had crossed each other. He had to correct that before pulling it in.

He turned around and grabbed a long rod. It had a small curve at its end to help with this exact issue.

The Buck leaned back over the rail, trying to get the ropes into proper position. Every time he got close, another would tangle itself. Time and time again he attempted to use the rod to prod them back into place, and after several minutes of fruitless attempts, he threw the rod back onto the deck and began using his hands.

He gripped two of the ropes under his arm, and with his free hand, grabbed a third and began to untangle it. The water had bad the ropes heavy, and the cool air was slowing the movement of his fingers.

He heard a whistle from above, and looked up. Chief was standing on top of the crow's nest, watching him.

Dice sighed, "You could have let me know you were there captain. Can I get some help with these?"

"Can't. One of the science nerds want to discuss the route again," the Shepherd said.

Dice grunted and looked down at the ropes in his arms, "Could you get Tank or Dutch then?"

"Aye," the German Shepherd nodded, "I'll grab one and send 'im down."

And with that the captain had turned around and left.

"Fucking hell..." Dice muttered to himself.

He continued fumbling with the ropes a while longer, nearly slipping as the ship took a sudden lurch in the other direction. He felt one of the ropes wrap around his waist. The Buck grunted as he attempted to keep hold of the others.

"What are you doing?" A voice came from behind him.

Dice jumped, and nearly dropped the ropes he had been holding in his arm. He spun around, his eyes wide, "Fuck! You scared the shit outta me Tank!"

The Rottweiler stared at the Buck wrapped in rope. His nose twitched slightly.

"I was just trying to fix these fucking ropes," Dice replied, "One of those researchers said they needed to be brought in a bit."

"Ah, alright," Tank nodded. He walked forward, and grabbed the pole Dice had thrown away minutes earlier, "You know this thing helps with that, right greenhorn?"

Dice shook his head, "I tried, but they retangle too fast for me to pull them in."

The Rottweiler raised an eyebrow, "Alright, new plan then. Start untangling the ropes and I'll use the motor to pull them in before they retangle again."

The Buck nodded slowly, "Okay but what about all these other ropes tangled around me."

"I'll get those, just focus on the other ones."

Dice turned back around and fixed his grip on the ropes before him. He leaned over the rail a bit, trying to unwrap one of them. The cool wind hit him in the face as his chilled fingers did their best.

He let out a grunt as the rope around his waist suddenly tightened, shifting up along his chest and pulling him down to the cold metal.

"Hey," Dice shouted, now unable to turn away from the rail, "That's one of the ones that have me. Loosen that one a bit."

Tank let out a chuckle, "My bad greenhorn. One second."

Dice let out a snort as he heard the dog walk around behind him. The ropes around his arm suddenly tightened.

"Hey," Dice shouted once again "What the fuck Tank?"

He attempted to separate his hands, but the ropes stayed taut.

"Well, greenhorn," the Rottweiler whispered in the Buck's ear, "Us crew got ourselves a deal, where when one of us needs the other's help, the one needing help has to pay."

Dice pulled at the ropes once again.

"Alright, fine," he sighed, "How much?"

"Same as always," Tank laughed, "Just a bit of release."

The Buck opened his mouth to ask what he meant when he felt the answer along his waist. The Rottweiler rubbed his hands around Dice's pants, stopping at the buckle. He could feel the dog's bulge pressed against his ass.

"Hey, hey, hey," Dice panicked, "I thought you meant like a few bucks, or like a bit of dinner or something."

He felt his pants fall down to his ankles, his ass now open to the cold air.

"Listen I didn't know about that rule," Dice continued, "Just untie me and you can go back to doing whatever it was before."

Tank frowned and unbuckled his own pants. His bright red prick already peaking out of its sheath, "What kinda crew mate would I be if I didn't help you?"

Dice's heart fluttered, his tail curling between his legs. He felt the dog's balls tap against his ass a few times.

"You won't be green for too much longer," Tank chuckled, gripping the Buck's ass with his hands.

"Oh fuck," Dice sighed, letting his head fall down against the railing. He knew there was no reasoning with Tank. He was as stupid as a rock and hornier than any dog he had met in the past. He could feel the dog's dick tapping against his hole.

"Enjoy it," Tank said, "We're gonna be alone for the next several months anyway."

Dice winced as he felt his rear entrance stretch. It had been a while since the last time he had done anything with anyone, but he was fairly certain he knew what was going on.

Tank was slowly pushing inside. The Buck groaned as the dog's cock filled him. The Rottweiler chuckled and pushed his hips forwards, splitting the Dice apart further.

"You're much more receptive than the other greenhorns were," the dog grunted.

Dice felt the dog's cock spasm inside him. He let out a yelp as the buck began to slide out, only to slam back in.

"I guess so," he said weakly.

He felt the dog's hips begin to move faster and faster. Dice closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to ignore the sensation of the dog's thick shaft sliding in and out of his tight ass.

The Buck knew he should be furious about the predicament, but in all honesty, he was enjoying it. He knew he had no chance of getting pregnant. Bucks that were breedable only entered their season once a year, and even though he was close to entering that season, the size of his antlers let him know he was not yet there.

The buck grunted as the dog's knot began to swell. He was never a fan of dogs because of it. His asshole stretched even further as it began to press against his insides.

"Fuck yes," Tank moaned. The Rottweiler's cock jerked inside the Buck, "This is the easiest fuck I've had in a while."

Dice rolled his eyes, "Not much I can," he grunted between breaths, "really do."

"Perfect for me," Tank replied. The Rottweiler's hands moved up and down the buck's sides. His breathing quickened as he began approaching his climax.

"There we go," Tank grunted, "Almost there."

Dice closed his eyes. He could hear the sound of the waves crashing against the RV Bullshrimp. As Tank's thrusts became deeper, the Buck could feel his body shiver. His prostate being rubbed by the dog's thick member.

"Here it comes," Tank growled.

Dice grunted as the dog's cocked spilled seed into him. He could feel his own prick beginning to leak pre. He arched his back and let out a moan as the dog emptied himself deep inside him. The warm wave flooding his behind. Tank continued to buck his hips through the whole stream, slowing only when it came to a stop.

"Fuck," Dice whispered.

It took a moment for the Rottweiler to catch his breath. He finally smirked smirked, "Good job, greenhorn."

"Thanks, now please untie me."

"Gonna have to wait for my knot to deflate. Could take a while," Dice felt his ass get pulled aggressively, "Unless you want me to dismount right now?"

The Buck's eyes bulged at the thought, "No, no," he stammered, "We can wait."

He heard the dog laugh from behind him.

There was a long period of waiting. The only noises being their heavy breathing and the sound of the water slapping against the boat.

"What the fuck are you two doing?"

Dice's head shot up as he attempted to look behind himself.

"Oh," he heard the Rottweiler mutter, "Cap'n."

The Buck felt he ass rise as the dog fully stood up.

"I was just explaining the rules we had in place on this ship to the greenhorn here."

"And which rule was that exactly?"

Dice was unable to see the German Shepherd, but he could tell he was not particularly happy.

"I- The-" the Rottwieler stuttered, "The one about a favor for a favor sir."

There was a pause.

"Our greenhorn here did not ask you for a favor," the captain finally stated, "I asked you to help him. I owed you the favor. By taking it out on our greenhorn here, you failed to uphold your end of the rule by using a favor you had no right to."

"But- sir."

"But, nothing. You know the consequences of breaking this rule."

"I-"

"Quiet," the German Shepherd barked, "You shall be the one to explain what that means to the greenhorn. When you are finished with that, and finished with untangling those sensors, meet me in my quarters."

The Buck heard the captain walk away.

There once again was silence, broken only by the sea crashing against the boat.

After a suitable pause, Dice finally asked, "What did that mean?"

Tank whined, then answered, "I owe all crew a favor a day for the rest of the voyage. Be that helping with a task, or-" he trailed off.

Dice knew what he meant, "Or release?"

Tank whined again.

***

When Dice had first gotten onto the ship, he would have said that Tank was the worst of the crew. Five weeks into their six month journey though? He had become his favorite after only the captain himself.

All of the crew would use their daily free favors to plow the Rottweiler's ass. It was only a matter of time until the dog would be carrying a mix litter.

It had barely been a month since the incident at the ropes, and Tank was already showing. His pants barely able to stay buttoned with the thickening of his belly.

The Buck, on the other hand, had still not shown any sign of being pregnant. In fact, he positive now that his fertile season was only beginning, and that the Rottweiler had fucked him right before it had started. He was glad he had been made aware of the crew's special rule as early as he had been. If Tank had not done what he had, the Buck might have become as pregnant as the dog was.

Dice chuckled at the sight of the pregnant dog. Once it was apparent he was carrying, he had been relegated to indoor duties only. He had spent most of his time on the bridge, helping the chief with any problems. He occasionally helped the other members of the crew as well. He had grown rather fond of the Rottweiler, and his burgeoning belly. After all, there was a good chance that one of the kids were his.

Dice was sitting across from the Rottweiler. He was contemplating how he would word his next sentence for upmost embarrassment when the captain entered.

"Dice, I want you to join me in the captain's quarters if you're free," he said.

The Buck put on a confused expression, "May I ask what is needed, sir?"

The German Shepherd nodded, "I am now requesting to use that favor that you owe me."

The Buck's eyebrows furled, "I thought that Tank, here, already did that for me, sir."

The captain walked to the back of the hallway, "No, Dice. Only the sailor that asked for help in the first place can repay a favor."

"May I asked why you waited so long sir?"

The German Shepherd paused in the doorway, "I only use my favor's when I am sure they will bear fruit."

The captain promptly removed himself from the room.

Dice looked over at the Rottweiler. The dog had a shit eating grin on his face.

"Looks like I won't be the only one 'bearing fruit' this voyage," he chuckled.