The Professionals Circuit Archive - Bunting Fly	Bunting Fly

 

by Anna Parrish

  
 "I don't think this is a good idea, Captain," old Sergi said, his
toothless mouth twisted in a grimace. He viewed his surroundings in
disfavour.

"You promised," Bodie reminded his friend in a firm voice.

"Aye, I did, but.... Well, look around you! Tis not a good place for you!"

"I'm tired of the normal places I go to," Bodie explained. He looked down
at the shorter man and wondered, for the millionth time, just why they
were such good friends. It didn't make sense for Bodie had a clean fetish
and Sergi didn't. Sergi fit in with the current surrounding area of dirty
inns and shadows filled with people who'd slit throats and steal shoes
with worn out soles. Bodie, on the other hand was used to clean drawing
rooms and twenty five servants all waiting in line to wipe his arse after
a good bowel movement.

No, it didn't make sense in any way, sense or form. Still, their
friendship had survived fifteen years of sea and work and strumpets with
heels so rounded, they slid off the bed.

Sergi plucked at the other man's clean sleeve with his dirt encrusted
fingers. "You don't understand, Cap, this place...."

"Looks interesting," Bodie said thoughtfully, giving the outside the once
over. "Let's go in."

Sergi held him back, "But...."

"What's wrong?"

"This here is...."

A young woman, her blonde hair caught back in thick curls, and accompanied
by a tall, skinny, auburn haired man, pushed past. "Please excuse me," she
said in a low, whispery voice.

"Indeed," Bodie said gallantly, and stepped aside. When they had vanished
inside, he turned to Sergi and said firmly, "They looked presentable
enough. Her dress was a smidgen too tight, and she wore a mite too much
artificial colouring, but then, many women used rouge these days."

"Oh, aye, they did look right enough, but...." He sighed, giving up.
"Well, you did say you wanted to try something new."

"I did."

"Don't say afterwards, I didn't try and stop you."

"I won't." And with this Bodie went in, with Sergi close behind.

The place smelled of perfume, old food, stale alcohol. It was noisy, dimly
lit. Bodie looked around. Several eyes were on him, giving him the once
over, contemplating who he was and why he was there. And then, Bodie
saw...her...and his groin reacted immediately.

She was tall, slim, with chestnut curls worn in long ringlets. She had
dark green eyes. The dress she wore was an off the shoulder, white
garment, the kind a girl wore before her debut. It was simple and pure.
Even her roving eyes, those breathtaking, groin aching, green eyes, those
eyes that searched the room, looking at each and every man, seemed
innocent enough.

"Gad, what a beauty!" Bodie murmured. He caught her eyes. She covered her
mouth with her fan, a lovely thing of white lace and ecru silk, peering at
him over the flawless edge. She was not interested in Bodie until she
noticed his gaze sweeping over, and lingering on, her small, perfectly
formed bosom. Her eyes swept over him and then they lingered on his
bunting fly. Desire lit her exquisite, green eyes...desire sent a burning
sensation through his private sector.

His shaft grew harder and he found it difficult to swallow. He desired
her. No one before in his whole life, not even that French tart in Paris,
(the one who wore strawberry jam to bed), had set him off like this. He
had to have her!

Sergi followed his gaze. "I don't think you'll be wanting to get involved
with that one, Captain."

"Hum? Why?" His voice was dreamy. His blood sang in his ears.

"She...er...she's not what you think."

"She's not...?" He looked down at the shorter man. "What do you mean?"

"Looks are deceiving, Cap. Take my word for it. I wouldn't get involved
with her if I were you." And he muttered, "Especially if I were you."

"Oh? Is she a prostitute?"

"Could be, but that's not what I...."

"I don't care." he turned back to gawk at her once more. Her eyes were
still fastened on him as well. "She's the loveliest creation I've ever
laid eyes on."

"Creation is a good word for her, all right," the old man agreed dryly.

"I have to meet her. Do you think she's with one of those men?"

"She's probably with all of them," Sergi muttered sourly. Beneath his
breath, he added, "Probably had all of 'em too." He glared at the tall,
handsome, strongly built man next to him. "I don't think.... Look, let's
go elsewhere. I brought you here on a lark, but I don't think...."

Bodie moved forward, stopping only when he'd reached her table. "Excuse
me. I couldn't help but admire your magnificent beauty from the doorway."
She smiled at him from behind the fan. "I'm Bodie, Captain William Bodie,
at your service and your servant."

"I am called Doll," she told him, sweetly, in a husky voice. It was barely
above a whisper. "Would you like to sit down?"

Eagerly, Bodie replied, "Yes!" He looked round at the table but saw no
empty chairs.

Doll shoved the man to her right out of his seat. "You should return to
the ship now, John." He scowled at her but left. "Your seat, sir?" Bodie
sat. "You were saying?"

Bodie clasped her firm, calloused hand, kissed the fingertips. "I find
your beauty enchanting. It leaves me breathless, and, if I may be so bold,
burning fiercely within."

She smacked his face delicately with her fan but quickly covered her face
with the delicate object. "Oh, la, sir, you'll make me blush you will."

"I have travelled to many places but I have never seen anyone more
ravishing that you." The truth of his statement sang though loud and clear
in his tone.

A man at the table snickered. Doll threw him a look of warning. The man, a
heavy, blond man dressed in seaman's garb, continued to smirk.

"You have not been here before," she murmured, returning her attention to
Bodie

"No. I frequent...."

"He a rich toff, Doll. He don't know what you are, he don't," the man who
had laughed announced scornfully. "He'd not be wanting you if he knew.
Can't you see that? He ain't one of us, he ain't!" He met her irate look
with one of disgust. "Well, he ain't. He sniffs fancy perfume, not arse
puffs. God, he even pokes a handkerchief up his sleeve."

"Could we go elsewhere?" Bodie hastened to add, "I don't wish to place
your reputation in jeopardy, but I long to have you all to myself." His
grip tightened. "There's so much I yearn to tell you!"

"I don't know...." She clearly wanted to go with him.

"Don't be shy," Bodie begged. He took the fan from her. She quickly
lowered her face. He lifted her head. She had rough skin, but then, so did
his Aunt Elizabeth. That it felt almost like hours-long bristles did not
faze him a bit. His Aunt Elizabeth, God rest her restless soul, had had
hormone trouble but men had still flocked about her. "Don't be shy," he
repeated in a caressing tone.

The man on her left again snickered. "Shy ain't the word for it, you
bloody rich toff!" She kicked him beneath the table and he yelped.

"Ignore him." Her glance made his mouth water.

"Are you hungry?" he asked in a voice that barely concealed his passion.

"Oh, yes."

He knew she wasn't speaking about food. Still, he wanted to be alone with
her, without those sneering, mocking eyes of the man who sat next to her.
"I saw an inn down the street. It looked fairly presentable. Would you
care to accompany me there?"

"Oh, yes." She batted her lashes and sighed, a soft breathless sound that
sent blood pounding in every single man near her.

Bodie rose swiftly. Gallantly, he offered her his hand. They left the
building arm and arm. Over fish and chips later, they exchanged looks that
would have made a priest cringe. Bodie's shaft grew harder and harder as
she ran her naked foot up and down his leg beneath the table. When it
reached his groin area, he groaned.

"I know a private place." She ran her foot back up and down his leg again.
"Your hunger can be appeased. I...cook...quite well."

Bodie gulped...twice. "I...." He cleared his throat again. "I would like
that."

She stood up in regal majesty. Her chestnut ringlets shivered deliciously.
"Then come." She held her hand out to him. He stood and accepted her hand.

They went to the docks, found a private place beneath one long, dark
section. She pushed him back, bent over to kiss him. He tried to pull her
close but she was a lot stronger than she looked and held him off. Doll
remained kneeling at his side. Her ringlets hung over her shoulder, and
tickled his face when her lips touched his. Once more, he tried to pull
her to him so she could lie on top, but once more, she won the battle to
remain where she was. In a moment, Bodie forgot to care as her tongue did
phenomenal things to his emotions. Before he knew it, her mouth and hands
were on his shaft, his huge, throbbing, aching, burning shaft, his
swollen, painful, blistering rod of lust and semen. With a loud whimper,
he came, spurting into the air, over her hands. 

"Oh, God," he murmured when he could speak.

"You mean, oh, Doll, don't you?" she teased.

"I do!" He sat up, tried to pull her into his arms.

"No!" She rose quickly, laughing lightly. "I must get back."

"No, wait!" He shot up, refastening his pants as he did.

"I must go." She took two steps away."

"But we haven't...I mean...what about you?" He reached her, held her arm.

"I have no need of *that*!" She tried to pull free but he held on.

"Let me send you through the zenith of climax! Let me taste your cream!"

"No. I have to go." She tugged again. He held on stubbornly. Her tone
became rigid. "I have to go. Release me at once!"

"I want to give you what you gave me," he argued.

"Merde!" Suddenly, without warning, he was flipped through the air. He
landed on his backside with a thump and a woof of air. When he caught his
breath and sat up, she was disappearing around a huge pile of rocks.
Without thinking, he shot up and ran swiftly after her. He followed her up
on the docks, down the pier. He lost sight of her once but continued
looking for her. He finally caught sight of her again as she climbed out
of a dinghy and up a rope ladder into a ship.

"Aye, she a looker, right enough," a male's voice said from behind him

Bodie whirled, took one look at the man and saw a short, overweight, bald
man. Bodie said, "Yes, she is," he finally answered the man.

"She can weather any storm," the bald man said in satisfaction.

"Weather...?"

"Aye, that she can. I've sailed on the FAERIE QUEEN these ten years."

"Then you know the woman?"

"The woman? What...? Oh, you mean Doll...."

"Yes! Do you know where she lives?" The eagerness Bodie felt rang out
crystal clear.

The other man laughed gaily. "He took you, did he?"

"Took me? He?"

"Liked his looks, did you?"

"What do you mean, he?"

"Set your mouth to watering, did he?"

"He?"

"Made you hard and lathered and all fevered up?"

"What do you mean, he?" Bodie demanded in a hard, demanding voice.

"You ain't the first and I doubt you'll be the last." The man laughed in
pure delight. "Gad, but he's good! Almost got me the first time."

"What do you mean, he?" Bodie's hand gripped the other man's collar and
tightened in warning.

"That's our captain's cabin boy, Ray Doyle."

"Ray.... Why the little devil!" Bodie grinned. "He got me all right, pure
and proper, the little blackguard." Bodie walked to the edge of the pier,
stood staring at the now empty deck. "Aye, he got me and I'll get him."

******

The arms came around her without warning. The knife was sharp against her
throat. The voice that whispered in her ear was guttural, threatening.
"Have you ever been ravished, Doll?"

The young woman froze for a moment then reacted with a strength abnormal
for a female her size and weight, but the man's hold was too secure.

His hand went down to press her dress hard against the secret area between
her thighs. She struggled harder but only managed to press herself more
firmly against either his hand or his own thighs.

"Have you a weapon down there?" the man demanded in that harsh, ugly voice
as he fondled the mound of flesh that hid beneath the white dress and
pantaloons. "It's an oddly shaped thing, isn't it? More like a man's club,
I think. Ah well, I'll just have to take it, now won't I? I'll just take
everything you have while I'm at it. I wouldn't mind a taste of you." He
pressed a kiss against her ear.

"Bastard!" her voice did not sound so feminine just then. It was extremely
masculine and full of rage. "Let me go!"

"Or what?" Her captor insisted as he yanked her closer, close enough she
could feel his erection against her buttocks. "Can you feel my weapon? Its
outline is a lot like yours, isn't it? I wonder why?" He listened to the
woman curse. "Tsk! Such foul language for a beautiful woman. I shall just
have to teach you a lesson, won't I?" He jerked her backwards into the
alley and on into a tiny room. He shoved her against the bed. "Undress."

He wore a mask, that villain, and tight black clothes that left nothing to
the imagination. His cock, ill concealed by that tightness, was definitely
aroused. Doll swallowed thickly. He was an unknown enemy and therefore
dangerous...and strangely stimulating.

"You can go to the devil!" Doll snarled in a manly voice.

"And spoil an hour of fun for you?" The villain shook his head. "I think
not. Undress." He watched Doll's hands clench. "I'll show you mine if you
show me yours?" He chuckled in a low threatening way. "I can't ravish you
with your clothes on. Come, Doll, I'm sure you don't have anything I
haven't seen before."

Doll came charging forward. As the masked villain dodged, he tripped her.
He flew sprawling onto the dirty floor. In an instant he was on her,
pressing her down. They rolled around in the dirt, pitting will against
will, body against body. It didn't take much for Bodie to overcome her.
"Now comes the ravishment." She began to fight again but he was stronger.
In only a matter or moments, he had her subdued again. He shoved the back
of her dress up. Doll bellowed in a very muscular and robust tone of
anger, and struggled violently to free herself. Bodie was once again
stronger. Doll's pantaloons came down, exposing her white buttocks.
"Hum...what white cheeks you have, my dear! The better to tempt me? I
think they are too white." And, *smack*, he slapped her. She stiffened in
shock. He caressed her reddened buttock. "Oh, my dear, have I hurt you?
Let me kiss it and make it better!" He bent over and planted a kiss on
each naked cheek. Doll tightened again, but this time, it wasn't from
shock.

He rolled her over, much against her will, and encountered the largest,
thickest shaft he had ever seen in his life. It rose majestically, coming
to rest regally upon the flat stomach.

"Now, that's what I call a weapon. Do you ever use it on anyone?" He
waited but though Doll's eyes gleamed in lust, she...er...he said nothing
verbally. Bodie's blue eyes twinkled merrily. Doyle's eyes were stormy. "I
think we both can admit you're not a female. Don't you agree?" Doyle
flushed lightly. The pink grew when the other man chuckled in a low,
delighted way. Bodie's mouth came down to cover the huge organ, and Doyle
whimpered as he thrust upwards. Bodie moved rapidly away.

"No!" Doyle pleaded in a shaky voice. "Bodie?"

"This is going to be my way this time, understand?" Bodie said harshly.
Doyle nodded, reluctantly. His luscious green eyes were wary. Bodie pulled
a small porcelain container from his pocket and shoved it into the other
man's hands. "Ray Doyle, my arse is yours." And he moved away, tugged down
his clothes and knelt on the floor on his hands and knees.

Doyle didn't waste any time. Within moments, he was buried to the hilt
inside the hot, tight moistness that was William Bodie. They
rocked...Doyle plummeted back and forth...Bodie alternated between ecstasy
and discomfort. Doyle came and the man beneath him followed suit a few
second later. They collapsed onto the dirt.

"I could use a cabin boy with your remarkable endowment," Bodie murmured
in a trembling voice. "Are you interested?" He ran his hand over the other
man's arm.

"Yes." The word was simple, the meaning behind it was not.

Bodie rolled over. His eyes swept over the man in speculative
contemplation. You know," he murmured thoughtfully, "I have the loveliest
ball gown back in my cabin. It's aqua with tiny peacock feathers sewn
round the hem. It'll go perfectly with your hair."

-- THE END --

******

*AUTHOR'S NOTE:* This was written strictly for fun, to bring a smile and a
giggle, and was not meant to offend anyone. This was based on the old
song: "THE ROVING KIND." Hope you enjoyed it.

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