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Black Haven Bay Co-written by Leo_Todrius and Renian

The creaking and groaning of the wooden docks was a constant in Black Haven, audible well inland from the port and throughout the hidden town. Haven was a den for villainy, the single largest refuge for pirates and smugglers in the north. For decades it had been the enmity of the royal crown, a mysterious place not even spoken of in rumors, a place they had only heard of after hours of ruthless torture. Even if they had known where the island was, they would never have made it there. Fog surrounded the island constantly, and a labyrinth of craggy stones routinely sunk even the most experienced crews that dared to drift off the very precise course. It was secret, it was protected, it was home... Home for Luke Vawser.

He had been born and raised in Haven to a French wench and a German pirate. Luke was known as many things to the pirates of the island. He was Luck to the gamblers, Luc to the prostitutes. He even dabbled in the craft himself, being renowned for his flexibility... but he heard the call of the sea. He downed the last of his beer before he put the mug down along with an old coin before he headed out of the pub, jogging toward the docks. Luc's dishwater blond hair was tied into a loose ponytail, strands of hair framing his face. He had never shaved and despite his young age he had an alright start to a blond mustache and scruff on his chin. Gold earrings dangled from his ears and a short sword hung from his hip.

As he ran, the pendant his father had given him swung from his neck. He had always been promised when it was time to go to sea that amazing things would happen. At the docks of the old port, a ship was preparing to depart. It had come in a few weeks ago from North Africa, and before that, it had crossed the Atlantic. It was a pirate vessel of course. Few other vessels dared enter Black Haven. Those aboard who had earned their treasure as per the ship's charter were free to leave as they saw fit. Some of course found their way back having spent their gold on pleasurable pursuits. Only those men who were good with money left for good. Some men of course hadn't met their vested share of the ship's gains. They could spend what they had of course, but that would always mean less for later.

One such man who had come aboard the ship on the other side of the Atlantic was Duran Nelson. He joined the crew from another vessel when the pirate met his in open waters. As the crew wasn't much in favor of the captain, they turned the ship over to the pirates and joined up with them. Later, while clearing a Spanish vessel of its treasure, he received three scars across his right cheek from some wild cat they kept chained in a hold to bring back to Spain. He carried two pistols as well as a boarding axe on a bandoleer. He was fairly tall and wore a coat he took from his last captain's quarters after their little mutiny. He was just waiting near the ship. As he had some sense of honor to keep his word, he had been assigned to roster any man returning to venture out again or who wished to join for the first time.

Luke moved up the deck, knowledgably skipping over the loose boards, skidding to a stop before the pirate vessel. He looked up at the craft, nodding in appreciation. It was strong, stalwart and seemed like it had held up to a lot. He could see a few spots where cannonball holes had been patched but they were barely noticeable. He looked around before spotting Duran. He moved over with a big grin on his face.

"Luke Vawser, ready to serve our pockets!" He said spunkily.

Duran had been half asleep since much of the current activity was resupplying, not recrewing the vessel. He snapped awake when he heard someone speak directly to him and then leaned in slightly to eye the newcomer. His eyes were sharp gray and his hair was short and completely black. He had some stubble, but it looked like he shaved often.

"So, you want to join the crew, huh? Well, that's fine with me. Less work for everyone the more people we've got aboard." Duran grinned slightly and slid the ship's roster across the crate it was sitting upon. "Just make your mark or sign your name if you can write. And know there's rules aboard ship, but every man has a vote in decisions."

"Everyman has a vote? That's some kind of captain!" Luke said in awe before scribbling his name, "How long have you been at sea? Are you rich? What's your favorite land?" Luke asked.

"Well, hold up a second..." Duran said with a little grin. "First things first... My name is Duran. Duran Nelson, at your service. Since I'm the youngest of the new crew, it's up to me to train new folk who haven't been sailing before. I'm guessing this will be your first time at sea, so here's some things to know."

Duran informed Luke of some of the rules and dangers about ship work, mostly having to do with accidents and battle. He also told him about the major ship's rules such as no stealing from another crewman or the ship's coffers, and so on. He finally got around to answering the other's questions after a few minutes. "Right, every man has a vote, and we can elect a new captain if the current one isn't doing a good job. I've been at sea for a good six months having come aboard just as this ship was heading back here from the Americas. I'm not rich yet, but I will be if this voyage goes well, and my favorite land is some of the islands in the Carriebean. Warm waters, sun, and plenty of gold to go around."

"Plenty of booty too, if you get my drift?" Luke asked hopefully, giving Duran a wide grin. He wasn't sure how the shipmates would feel about someone so flamboyant but he really hoped he could get them all to like him. Still, something felt special about the night. He felt light on his feet, energetic. Even the pendant on his neck felt warm, as if it was radiating heat like the sun. Luke kept looking at the ship, trying to imagine his future life. He couldn't hold himself back.

"Well, on ship it's sometimes kinda bland... Unless plenty of alcohol is involved. I don't much care for the stuff myself, but plenty aboard do." Duran stretched his arms up over his head with a yawn. His rather worn shirt tugged upwards a bit showing off his flat stomach before he lowered them. "So, what sorts of skills do you have? I see you have a sword, so I guess you can fight at least. What do you know about sailing if anything?"

"I've heard stories, but I'm more of a port boy... I can help with... diplomacy and charm." Luke grinned, "But I'm an eager learner for everything else." He said, reaching up to stroke his goatee.

"Well, you'll learn how to scrub the deck pretty fast... After all, sailing isn't all fun and games. It's hard work." he waved his hand around to the activity occurring on the dock. Crates of food and barrels of water and wine were being loaded aboard as well as iron cannonballs and gunpowder. The last bit reminded Duran of something. He pulled one of his pistols from his bandoleer and said, "Here... Take this. you'll probably get a full musket too, but this one's more useful when boarding a ship. Best to at least have something that hurts at a range before going to a sword..." He pulled his boarding axe out of its holder and held it up. "Or in my case, an axe."

"Wow, thank you so much! I'll repay you for it." Luke said in awe for a moment before he looked around, "Should I try carrying something up?" He asked, looking at all the larger men moving to load the ship. He hoped being the runt wouldn't be too much of a problem.

"I suppose that would be a good idea..." Duran glanced about before locating another crewman. He told the person that Luke would be joining the crew and wished to help with the resupply. He then returned to the blond haired male and said, "Mr. Leeland will give you some things to do. I need to stay here and make sure people sign the roster like they should. Since we're leaving at nightfall, you shouldn't be pressed too hard so soon. Come and find me when the ship's about to leave." Duran grinned again and clapped Luke on the shoulder once before sending him on his way to work.

Luke got to work quickly, following Mister Leeland. He picked up a smaller barrel and hoisted it up, barely managing to keep it aloft... But step by step he made it to the ramp leading up to the ship. He took a breath and stepped onto the ramp, moving up. As he started to cross the water, his pendant began to gently glimmer. The heat infused Luke, tingling in his skin. He murmured gently, thinking it was just an adrenaline rush.

Mr. Leeland, who happened to be the ship's bosun, kept Luke well and busy as the fog obscured sun sank into the horizon. The activity started to calm down just as the lights of fireplaces, lanterns, and candles started to fill the port town. Much of the crew had returned by that point. The ones who wished or needed to anyway. Duran had turned the roster in to the current captain and was now on the main deck as last minute preparations were finished to get underway. He was expecting to find Luke now since the last minute things were fairly minor and only required a few of the more experienced crew.

Movement caught Duran's eye as a tall figure moved aboard, carrying an immense crate. At first glance he might have thought it was another crew member that had joined... But the tight clothing, the blond hair... To anyone's surprise it was Alex, but at the same time it wasn't. He wasn't the scrawny kid that had shown up in the afternoon, he had thick muscles on his arms, his shirt hanging tightly over thick pectorals.

Duran was caught a bit off guard when he saw Luke again. He might not have been paying much attention to how the other looked earlier, but he was now. He didn't think the young man had been quite that built when he first arrived, but apparently he had been wrong. And he knew it was him from the pistol hanging on his belt. The dark haired man walked over to help with the crate.

"I see you're handling yourself." He said.

"Yeah... I thought I would have gotten fatigued but it seemed to get easier and easier." Luke said, clapping a meaty arm around Duran's shoulders after setting the crate down.

"Hmm..." Duran was certain that Luke was taller now than he had been just a few hours before, but maybe it was a trick of the low light or it was from how the dark haired man had been sitting on the crate earlier. His estimation might have been off. "Well, I think the rest of the crew can handle the last minute stuff. Let's head below and get some food. As for drink, I prefer water or tea, but there's probably plenty of wine and grog. Not any rum though. It's hard to get here, but there's plenty of it where we're headed."

"The rum's all gone?" Luke asked sadly, "Oh well... We'll make due." He grinned, his canine teeth abnormally sharp. He moved with Duran across the deck, heading for below decks. A strange musk was carrying on the wind, but it was probably Luke after all his hard work carrying crates.

Beyond that, a ship generally had a kind of odor to it from the sea and men aboard. Some of them only washed in port, others used the sea water since there was plenty of it when there was also soap to use. Below decks, the light came from lanterns hanging on hooks. After passing through a gun battery, they entered the crew quarters. Many of the beds were simply hammocks hung between posts, but a few lucky people had bunks. Some of the ship's small crew were eating at benches.

It would probably be one of the better meals they would have aboard the ship. Meat dripping from the bone, fresh bread, and several bottles of wine and water were lingering on the table. Duran had a seat and grabbed some of the food before nodding towards Luke to join in. There was plenty for everyone. Luke dished up a hefty plate before he moved over, sitting down to Duran. He blushed a bit when he realized his hip had shoved Duran over an inch and still left no space between them whatsoever.

"Sorry, I guess I underestimated how much space I was going to take up." Luke apologized. Soon Luke got to eating vigorously, his teeth easily tearing through the meat and bread. The scent lingered over them all, and one by one the pirates started to feel a little different, more eager, more... aroused. Pants were slowly tenting beneath the table, groins feeling more engorged than they had in several voyages. It was a strange effect on them all.

Duran noticed the tightness, but unlike much of the crew who was probably drunk by now, he wasn't letting it go to his head. Several of the crew got up a bit unsteadily and headed away from the table having finished their meal, completely oblivious to the bulges in their trousers. Some of them passed out in their hammocks, others on the deck in the sleeping area. Duran tore into his food as well since for this sort of meal, utensils weren't really used. He felt surprisingly good actually despite how tired he usually felt after dealing with transporting cargo onto the ship. As they ate, the ship lurched and began to roll as it eased away from the dock and into the waters of the port before heading out into the dark sea.

Luke had taken to some of the wine, draining glass after glass but he never seemed to get drunk or tired, he was enjoying himself immensely. Still, his clothes were shifting rather uncomfortably with how tight they had become. He reached and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it splay open. More musky scents wafted to Duran but they were soon a distraction as his own clothing was feeling tight over his body. Luke's pendant glinted in the light.

Duran's eyes drifted from his plate towards Luke's chest when he caught a particularly strong scent of musk. His own clothing was starting to feel a bit unnaturally warm especially with the somewhat cool air flowing down from the top deck as night fell over the ocean. He laughed and nudged Luke with an elbow when he saw the pendant too. "You're lucky that pirates have some honor towards each other... A common thief would probably try and take that bit of shine."

"People always say that to me, but anyone who's come close enough has fallen in love with me." Luke chuckled back, swigging down his wine, "My father gave it to me, said it was from some distant shores... Some unexplored place where the people had red skin."

"They say there's some 'Red-Men' in North America... Never seen any real red people, but I have seen some wear red paint... 'Course some call them devil men. Might be why. None of my business who's what." Duran chuckled and gulped down another bite of meat before stretching his arms above his head again. "Mnn... Don't know if it's the food or what, but I sure feel better than I have in a long time."

"Me too. Maybe it's being a real man hear with you guys." Luke said, clapping his arm around Duran's shoulders. A surge of energy moved through Duran, his muscles aching for a moment. His nipples became erect, his pectorals grew, his balls ached and throbbed. Something was going on. Luke leaned in for more food and in the dim light Duran could see his mustache was thicker, his goatee longer. He even had started to gain some sideburns.

Duran let out a stifled groan as something surged within him. His shirt and bandoleer grew taught over his chest, the frayed cloth straining as his pecs swelled a bit. His coat was growing tight as well, and he shed it along with the leather strap that held his pistol and axe. His pants felt fairly similar, but he wasn't going to just pull those off at the dinner table. Duran's eyes gazed at Luke's face for a moment. Some thoughts and urges creeped into his head, but given his lack of alcohol, they were pushed aside briefly. He stood and said,

"I... I think I'll get some air on the deck..." he glanced at the other male and asked, "You can join me if you want, I think... When you're done... We're well out to sea now, and there's probably no one up there."

"Sounds great." Luke said, wiping his mouth off on his arm before he stood up, standing several inches taller than Duran. He stretched, his fuzzy stomach exposed before he creaked his neck. "Do I put the dishes anywhere?" He asked, looking Duran all over, admiring his compatriot's body. He had to admit, his shipmates were some pretty sexy sailors.

"Nah, just leave it... The cook will come by and clean things up when everyone's done." Some of the crew were still awake and present at the table, but many of them looked a bit out of it from the mix of drink and musky odor in the rather closed in cabin. Duran grabbed his effects and tossed them onto one of the bunks as they passed the crew sleeping area and headed up a ladder onto the deck. The young dark haired man was a bit relieved to be out in the cooler air. It helped clear his head slightly.

Luke followed Duran up, his shirt flapping in the breeze. As the fabric moved every which way it was obvious to see Luke's nipples had been pierced with the same gold rings that adorned his ears. He moved up onto the deck, his boots shimmering as they grew larger, Luke none the wiser. He moved up behind Duran, gazing out to sea and where the moon reflected on the water. He leaned against the rail next to Duran. More tingles moved through Duran's body, his shoes growing tighter, his arms growing thicker with muscle.

Duran couldn't help what happened next. A moan escaped from his lips as his shirt split at the arms and across the chest. He had been decently built before, but now he had grown too big for the frayed bit of clothing. His pants were made from tougher material, and his boots were leather, so both were holding up more than his shirt had, but they were being a bit stretched too. Luke moved, pushing against Duran's back. He started humping the man's ass, his fingers moving to pinch and tug Duran's nipples. Duran's body surged, growing taller inch by inch, his balls aching before they began swelling, the tent in his pants becoming obscene.

There was no sound of complaint from Duran. At least not right away. As his body surged and grew, his tented need and swelling sack burst through the fly of his trousers. With nothing left to contain it, the hard shaft thumped against the underside of the rail of the ship. The sudden coolness around it managed to bring him down from his high, if only briefly enough to ask,

"L...u...ke... What is... How?..." Not being a superstitious sort of sailor, he wasn't panicking or trying to escape. It wasn't like he really wanted to anyway. He just wanted to know what was happening to them. If the blond headed male didn't know, so be it.

"M... My dad said when I went to sea... I would become a real man." He moaned, his voice deeper, "Apparently I can share it." he grunted, tearing at Duran's pants to reveal his ass. Suddenly Duran felt a hot, dripping cock squeezing between his ass cheeks, radiating heat, pulsing with a heart beat.

Duran never before would have considered this pleasurable in any way save for maybe to prevent freezing to death. Now his strong hands gripped the rail of the vessel, bent over to press his butt against the warm throbbing rod probing his cheeks. His pants fell away in tatters, and his boots were kicked off as they felt far too restraining now.

Luke howled in bliss, earning the attention of the few other onboard. They moved to find the noise and were about to raise the alarm when good feelings washed over them. Soon their flies were open and they were jerking, watching the show. Duran felt the thick, hot cock pushing in between his cheeks, starting to work his ass. It was so hot, so moist, so full. Luke worked quickly, his hands reaching around. The fingers coiled around Duran's shaft and started pumping it, first with one hand... and then with two. It was strange, he'd never been long enough for two hands before.

Duran pressed back against Luke to free his need from it's position under the rail of the ship. Being bent over still, the meaty length began to drool slick clear fluid onto the deck and over Luke's rubbing hands. When the other's need finally managed to prod his hole enough for it to begin to part, Duran released the rail so he could throw his head back against the other's shoulder.

Luke began thrusting in and out of Duran's ass, grinding hard, grunting happily. Such power surged through Duran, the feel of experience, of strength, of pride. His face bristled in stubble that began to grow a bit longer, his shaft dripping as it continued to stretch. Luke was having his way with him and Duran was reaching mythic proportions. His shaft had to be at least fifteen inches long, the clear juices starting to drip steadily from the engorged tip.

Duran's ass welcomed Luke's need, hugging it as it slid out and gaping as it slid in. It was warm and slick with the other's pre. He grinned and turned his head towards Luke's to give the blond haired male's jaw a little kiss and a lick. As his stubble started to grow, his hair did as well away from the short length it had been earlier. It was growing thicker in other places as well. One of his hands reached back to rub Luke's cheek as his lips and tongue worked over his jaw.

"Fuck yes!" Luke howled as his sideburns and stubble were played with. He kept fucking into Duran's ass, his mind losing focus on what it was doing... and Duran's changes were becoming wilder. His tongue was getting longer, thicker. His teeth more pointed, his eyes more sensitive, his ears ever so slightly pointed. His cock swole wider and wider, as thick as a beer stein. Luke was in lust, in love, in everything he could be... and all thanks to Duran.

Duran growled slightly as he took all that Luke offered to him. He started to hump his... Friend's?... Lover's?... Mate's?... Hands. His butt slapped against Luke's crotch as his hips bucked. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the other's scent, and he managed to growl out,

"Make me feel... The real you... Like you made the real me..."

"I don't know how to awaken my full potential... Maybe you can awaken it in me..." Luke groaned, grabbing his necklace, pulling it off and putting it around Duran's neck. His mind burst with sensations of pleasure, lust, power... So much power, over so many things. It was intoxicating.

Druan's need swelled another inch in length and girth as Luke slid the necklace over his neck. His tongue licked over his newly sharpened teeth, and he growled lustfully as his hands went to steady Luke's movements.

"Mnn... I want... This inside you... If you can do this... To me, it might work the same with you if I wear this pendant..." His hair was still growing thicker, and his ears were now fully pointed. His tongue hang from his mouth as he slid off of Luke's need and turned, licking his lips before kissing him in a lust filled haze. Luke hungrily returned the kiss, sucking on Duran's lips, panting hard.

"Gladly!" He called out in a moan, moving to present his ass to Duran's huge cock, the hot cheeks rubbing against the meaty shaft.

Duran's need dribbled over Luke's ass, coating it with slick pre. He slid his warm strong arms around the blond's chest, fingers rubbing and lightly tugging on the other's nipple piercings as his cock began to press and work its way into him. It was still seeping pre along with the lust and power.

"More!" Luke howled, thrusting his ass back against Duran, grunting and whining in need. He was practically bigger than any other crew member but he could still act like a horny little bitch with such a manly man working at his ass.

Once halfway into him, Duran's need started to really begin fucking him. He growled and let out a hot breath over Luke's neck before licking and kissing it. He ground against his... Yes, mate... That was what it would be called. Muscle rubbing against muscle, swolen throbbing balls slapping against one another, and heat building between them, spreading over the ship.

Luke took the cock, moaning, feeling the heat infusing the entire crew. They would soon become the strongest, most burly pirates ever to sail the seven seas. His new life was beginning... and Duran would make an excellent captain. Luke howled in bliss, feeling the coming dawn.