50 Shaydes of Haytham.

Chapter 2: Alone Time.

Shay approached the captain, cheeks still red, and his manhood still semi-hard. "Master Kenway will be up soon."
"Good t'hear... y'ok there lad?" The captain asked. Shay instinctively put a hand to his crotch to hide his half tented trousers. "Just fine captain" shay replied. "Thats good to hear" a smooth voice behind him added. Haytham stood behind shay wearing his normal trousers and boots but just had a shirt on the top. Two buttons were undone which allowed shay to see a little bit of his chest below the collar bone. Seeing the exposed part of Haytham's chest made Shay's cock twitch making him shift uncomfortably on the spot.

"That wave got ye good earlier." The captain chuckled trying to disperse the sexual tension in the air. Haytham hummed in agreement. "Tis a day till port sir." The captain spoke again. "Thank you." Haytham said nodding politely turning on his heels and walking back to their room, leaving shay and the captain alone.

Once the captain was sure Haytham was out of earshot, he finally spoke up. "Uhh, you can go down to the storage cabin if you need some... privacy." Shay stood somewhat shocked but also thankful that he could have some time away from the Grandmaster. "Thank you." Shay replied politely, hand still guarding his crotch. Shay left the captain to his duties and decided to explore the lower decks

- Time skip -

Once shay was below decks he looked around to see if there were any of the ship's crew around. Just as the captain promised, there was not a soul to be seen. He couldn't find an obvious entrance to the storage cabin so he looked around the floor, hoping to find a hatch, suddenly he nearly tripped on a rug that was Half heatedly positioned on the floor, a corner of a hatch peeking out from under the fabric.

Shay knelt down and grabbed the rug and pulling it sideways to expose a large hatch. The Templar pulled a chair next to the door and grasped the pull ring on the wooden door, pulling it upwards. With his other hand he grabbed a leg of the chair he pulled next to him and propped the heavy door on the seat. He went down on all fours, turned round and climbed down the ladder leading to the hidden storage compartment.

Once down, he had a look around to put his mind at ease that no one was around or watching him. 'Again, completely empty' he thought to himself. Shay unbuckled his belts and placed them on a barrel, he shrugged his coat off and slung it on the barrel next to the belts and looked down at his still tented trousers. Should he do this? 'Yes' he argued internally.

After some thought, he began un-tieing his trousers and pushed them down to his boots and pushed his undergarments down too, his cock springing free, half standing to attention.

He ran a finger from the base of his shaft all the the way to the head, his cock bobbing at the sensation. He teased the edge of the tip and around the hole, a small moan escaping his throat. He then grasped his shaft, moving his hand up and down, his dick now fully hardening as he continued to move his hand up and down. The tip started to leak precum, he stopped his fist at the head and moved his other hand to cup and gently fondle his balls. He rubbed the precum in and swirled his thumb around the red swollen flesh. His head fell back as he started to pump again, this time increasing the pressure and speed. Any rational and logical thoughts he had left, now gone completely. Only one person was in his thoughts right now, Haytham.

Shay groaned, beginning to squeeze and pull at his balls, pressure building up in his abdomen, his chest muscles tensing, breathing becoming more uncontrolled and hips beginning to thrust up into his hand. His hand moving faster, the pressure building more and more, starting to become unbearable. His cock pulsing in his hand now. Haytham's husky voice whispering in his mind "come for me, shay"

At that moment he slowed his pace but gripped onto his shaft tighter. A loud, long moan echoed the cabin as thick white spurts of semen erupted from his shaft and landing on his fist, still moving and milking the last remaining amounts he had left. He slumped down against a crate, now panting and stopping his hand's movement.

He got up and retrieved a tissue with his clean hand and wiped up his other hand, his cock going limp. After cleaning up after himself, he pulled his undergarments and trousers back up. He shoved the tissue into the pocket of his coat and slung it on, bending down to retrieve his belts. Once all buckled up, he climbed back upstairs and pulled the chair away.

Shay bent down and threw the rug back over the hatch, covering it as it was before. As though nothing ever happened, he made his way back up to his cabin.