Better than We've Had (boyxboy)

Chapter Five

I had yet another surprise thrown at me the next day when we got up and didn't immediately go back to the ship. We ended up staying in town until late into the afternoon. Then we made our way back to our rowboats and headed to where Intrepid was anchored.

There was a switch-up of who was riding with who on the way back that confused me more than it concerned me. Sebastian and I road in one boat and Mark and Wesley in the other. The bulk of the medical supplies went with Wesley and everything else was precariously packed into Sebastian's and mine. The most unsettling part of this switch was the nasty looks that the other boat kept shooting our way. I didn't know what qualm they had with us. As far as I knew, we did our job properly. Hadn't we?

But the sudden hostility was thick in the air and I didn't understand it in the slightest. It made me more uncomfortable with every stroke of an oar.

By the time we got back to the ship and put the supplies in their proper places it was time to us to catch some shut-eye before waking up early to head toward our next location. I didn't know what was in store for us next and it both unnerved me and excite me. I was not used to such spontaneity from my previous employer.

We retired to our sleeping quarters for the evening and I slept straight through until morning.

The slamming of my cabin door woke me up. Since my arrival on the ship nobody had ever come to wake me and I was momentarily confused by the change in routine. Further alarm came from the shuffling about of the mystery person. It almost sounded like they were... undressing?

I turned over in my bed to come head to head with a penis. Not exactly how I was planning to start my morning.

And the person wielding the penis like some king of pathetic sword: Mark.

I just looked at him, confusion evident in my eyes, etched on my continence. I had no idea what had prompted this.

"Saw you the other night, Molly," he practically seethed.

As I was still trying to figure out what he was talking about he let loose with a vial stream of piss, hitting me in the chest with the nasty flow before I could fumble out of the way.

After I had scrambled out of the flow, he continued to piss on my bed until he was empty. My room reeked. My shirt and my bed were soaked. I sat on the floor near my bed watching with a wounded expression as this man, satisfied, put his dick back in his pants.

He took a step toward me, threateningly and I was momentarily afraid that he'd do something else to me while he was here. He had me in a vulnerable position, curled up on the floor like a kicked dog, soaked in his piss. It would have been easy for him to hurt me further using fists to drag me down lower with this carefully planned degradation.

Instead of the beating I expected the boatswain showered me with words. Words that I knew were going to make my life here harder. Words to humiliate. Words of hate.

Bending down so he was level with my cowering form, Mark wrinkled his face at me in absolute disdain, sneer on his face, "If you wanna be a bitch so bad, you know where to find me," with the low dangerous threat made he stood, kicking me in the shin and left my room.

I laid on the floor for a while, too upset to move. My shin throbbed in pain and I couldn't stop my mind from making up possible scenarios of things Mark was going to do with this information he had about me. It seemed I wasn't men to keep my love for Sebastian a secret. First Cookie, now Mark. They both knew I was a lover of men.

But... I knew Cookie knew exactly who I went to at night. Mark, I don't think he knows. He was only targeting me. He didn't mention anything about seeing Sebastian with me. He didn't know who I spent my nights with only that they were not female.

He must have caught a glimpse of us in that alley.

I took in a ragged breath and fumbled to my feet. The cooling wet fabric of my shirt clung to my skin and I ripped it off quickly trying to get the stained fabric away from me. I also took off my trousers and used them to wipe the soak-through off of my chest. Changing into clean and dry clothes, I then left the stench that was my room behind.

Besides my less than ideal wakeup call, the day passed as normal. I spent my day at the helm of the ship only interrupted by Sebastian to cover my lunch. The day was so normal, so routine that I nearly forgot about what I would have to go back to tonight.

It was well after dark when I was finally relieved from my position to get some sleep.

I entered my room and gagged. If possible, the smell had gotten worse. I walked over to my bed and everything was soaked through more so than this morning. My pillow was saturated with their disgusting liquids. It seemed like Mark had told a few of his friends what he had learned about me and they decided to use my bed as a chamber pot all day.

There was absolutely no way I could sleep on that.

And, my stomach did a queasy sort of flip-flop, there was nowhere else I could spend the night. No one I could tell of this. Telling the captain was out of the question. It would end far worse for me than anyone else. Cookie... well, he hadn't the room. I didn't even know which of the crew Mark had told. Even Sebastian was off limits. I'd just be a burden to him going to his room because of this. It would put him at risk of the same treatment. Why would he help someone like me unless he was like me himself?

I sunk down against the wall as far away from my bed as I could get and laid my head into my arms, legs curled up into my chest, determined to get the best night's sleep I could with these less than desirable circumstances. I'd have to endure this.

I'd make it through.

As long as Sebastian was fine, I could manage.

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There's a picture of Mark.