chapter 4

4.
I blinked once, then twice, slowly each time. What the captain had just said wasn't just weird on its own, but entirely out of place. Where was the, “get on your knees, put your hands on your head”, and the barking of my indolences? I tried to take a step back, my retreat met a brick wall of a man, and let out another burp as the food in my gut jostled.

“Did you hear me?” the captain said, his smile warming, but not completely leaving its odd quality behind. I nodded, not sure what was going on. The man looked expectant.

“Thank... you?” I managed to force out, to which he let out a fierce bellow. In a flash he drew near, placing his hand on the swell of my distended belly. I gasped and he put a finger to my lips. The captain nodded to the guards to step out, and as I heard the lock engage with a solid click I swallowed uncomfortably. It was just him and me in the metal walled room.

“Looks like you stuffed a balloon under your shirt.” The captain looked me up and down like a prize livestock. “Such a greedy boy. I can work with this.”

“Wha-?” I yelped as he yanked the buttons of my shirt free. Before I knew what was going on he was rubbing my bare flesh in soft circles, that smile morphing to a mischievous grin. He wrapped an arm around me as I tried drawing back but the middle-aged man's arms were thick and didn’t budge. I whimpered as he tucked a hand into my pants, cupping each cheek appraisingly.

In any other situation I would have thought this was pretty hot. Ahab was pretty handsome up close, and I had a thing for being submissive for older men. But the way he was looking at me, particularly my stomach, made me uneasy. He was bigger than me, and far more muscled, and I didn’t want to know how those hands felt balled into fists. I stopped struggling, gasping lightly as he ran a finger along my anus.

“Mmmm,” he purred, “that’s good. Relax now. If you do as I say no harm will come to you. Name’s Abram. Captain Abram. What’s yours?”

Abram went back to rubbing me as I searched for words. My stomach was still stuffed to the point of discomfort, but Abram’s skilled hands, both in my pants and out of them, were getting me quite flustered. I felt my face begin to redden as my cock sprang to life.

“C-Carver,” I stammered, to which Abram chuckled.
“I can tell you like this, Carver” he purred, grabbing my cock and giving it a few tugs, “I’ve been watching you duck in and out of the Airway room all week. Could have had you thrown overboard, but you were too cute to just waste like that. And what an appetite! You prefer men, no?’ I was shocked to silence but managed to nod, all this was so strange, and happening so fast. Did this guy want to fuck me? What was going on? Abram could sense my confusion. He withdrew the hand from my stomach and put it to my cheek. He turned his face to mine, dominating me with his dark eyes.

“That’s fortunate, though the offer will be the same either way. Do you want to live?”

Abram must have seen the blood drop from my face. His grin widened further as I nodded frantically. He returned his hand to my belly, though this time he palmed the swollen expanse as if it was a basketball.

“Then you will be eating like you did tonight a lot more often. Multiple times a day in fact.”

Finally I found myself. This latest statement cooled off any sexual thrill I was feeling.

“What do you want from me? What the hell is going on?” Abram pursed his lips as he tugged my dress pants and underwear to the floor.

“It’s simple really,” he said, kneeling to my crotch, pulling on my shaft with skilled hands.
“I have a stowaway on board. The captain of a ship has a right to do with them as they please. Jail them, throw them overboard, dump them on the first island we find...”
I moaned as he played with me, light dancing in his eyes.
“I don’t want to have to do that, especially one with such… potential as you. I think we can benefit each other, have some fun too. You see, I like it when my partners can’t help themselves around food. I love giving them more food than they can handle, love seeing their bodies swell with fat.”

I gasped again as Abram kissed the tender curve of my middle, his middle finger probing into my ass at the same time.

“So here is the deal. I won’t have you thrown overboard if you can follow my rules. You will live with me in my quarters, please me in any way I desire. And most importantly, I will control your diet. You will eat as much as I want you to, when I want you to. No exceptions. The moment I sense resistance or you aren’t pushing your stomach to its limit I won’t hesitate to throw you away. I’m a busy man, don’t have time for disobedience. Do I make myself clear?” Abram stood again matching his eyes to mine, giving me no space to refuse.

For a second I froze. This was too strange to be real. This guy wanted to fatten me up into a personal fuck pet? I had to admit I didn’t exactly hate the idea of serving Abram. He was my type despite the horrific situation, and it would be better than sleeping in the vents. Still, this fetish of his was undeniably strange. But how much weight could I possibly gain on a cruise? I figured I’d do two weeks, maybe a month of this before landing, and I’d be onto the next city. Hell, a bit of padding might help me out in the long run with no way to make money. This could be a decent fling.

I nodded, and Abram patted the top of my head approvingly.

“That’s good, pig. Now let me give you a reward for being such a cooperative boy.”
Carver knelt again and took my erect member into his mouth. At the same time he shoved his finger further into my ass, the pleasure back and front overwhelming. I came with a cry, and Abram drank me with a satisfied purr. He drew his hand out of me as I panted for breath, tapping my ass cheek as if congratulating me for making the right decision.