Better than We've Had (boyxboy)

Chapter Twelve

Unknown POV

It's certainly a busy weekend thanks to those nice men who came on that little pirate boat of theirs. They really did a good job of making my nights as a barmaid go faster. Loud, boisterous and lecherous men were chatting it up in the bar before heading down the road to the town's brothel to test their luck with some ladies of the night.

It was getting down to my last hour or so at work when a particularly loud group of the pirates came into the par laughing and joking with each other. They sat down at one of our empty table and my boss motioned for me to go serve them. Probably figured they'd throw more tip money at a young well-endowed female than a balding middle-aged man with an ever-expanding waistline. And did they ever tip well. A pretty li'l thing like me made them hang around longer and be a little looser with their money pouches.

I walked over to the table. "What can I get you fine gentlemen tonight?" I greeted already putting on the charm.

An aggressive looking man with longer black hair growled out, "We's want a round for the lot of us."

"And maybe later," a redhead added in what was probably supposed to be an enticing tone, "whatever you can offer the lot of us."

Pretty sure that was some kind of sex invite. Excuse me while I throw up in my mouth. Damn this customer service business thing was hard. I so wanted to slug this guy in the face, but I so wanted his money. Think of the money. I eyed their gold pouches. Putting on my most welcoming grin I neither agreed or disagreed with his statement and went to get them their drinks.

I must admit I did put a little more sway in my hips hoping to get a better payoff at the end of the night. I poured their drinks from the barrel and handed them to the bunch. If I got grabbed a little bit in the process I ignored it. And by ignored it I mean I might have accidentally stepped on their feet, hard, in the serving process.

It was when the night started to dwindle down and I was clearing tables that I realized this group of pirates wasn't quite as amiable as the normal sorts we got at our bar.

"Good job putting that Molly in its place," the gruff one barked.

My ears immediately honed in on their conversation. Who was Molly and what had they done to her?

"That ass was so tight it nearly ripped my dick off," another spoke and my stomach started to churn. Why were they having this conversation now?

I know we're in a seedy little bar, but come on, show some decorum.

"Good thinking shoving your dick in his mouth to stop the screaming," another guffawed.

Ohh, that kind of Molly. I was getting a really bad feeling about this conversation. This didn't sound like a consensual fuck party to me.

A more reserved member of their crew who had been sipping his drink slowly spoke up, "Do you think he's okay?" Finally someone who sounded concerned!

"Who cares? Fucker can bleed out in that alley for all I's care," the gruff man spoke again.

Oh my god. They'd... It sounded like they raped someone.

In an alley.

And left them to die?

Could they be that cruel? I had to do something. Looking over at the bartender with scared eyes was all it took for him to let me leave for the night, tip be damned.

Then I realized I had no clue what alley to look in and it's not like I could go back in and ask them, "Excuse me, what alley did you brutally rape that boy in again?" I didn't think that would go over too ell so I decided to walk down the road and glance into every alley as I passed with the hopes that I'd catch a glimpse of this person.