The Law of the Silent Gentleman

Antoine shook off the remaining rope and stood up holding the mast. Balsano gripped the blade and turned the hilt towards Antoine. The young swordsman looked at his sword and said, "Wait a minute!"

"What tricks are you trying to play again!"

"I have been seasick for many days, and I have been **** for so long. Now my hands and feet are numb and I need to rest for a while. Of course, if you insist on forcing me to fight immediately, then I have no choice but to obey!"

Barsano grinned: "So I was trying to delay time. Do you think you can defeat me?" He glanced around, "Okay, if you want to rest, I will let you rest, lest you say that I am invincible The duel begins in the evening. Before that, you can move freely on the top deck, but you are not allowed to touch any objects: ropes, sails, winches... let alone weapons. If you violate it, it will be regarded as a breach of the agreement, and I will not be polite gone."

He said to the other crew members: "You are responsible for keeping an eye on him at all times. If he needs water or food, you must bring it to him with your own hands."

After finishing speaking, he put his sword back into its sheath, turned and walked towards the captain's cabin. Fernando glared at Antoine bitterly, and hesitantly chased after Barsano. After they were gone, the rest of the pirates continued their daily work, but there were many eyes on Antoine at all times.

The young swordsman stretched his arms sloppily, pretending to be warming up. When Barsano left, he squatted down on the ground and asked Enzo in a low voice, "What's the next step of the plan?"

"You go and fight the pirate chief."

"Well! And then?"

"What then? No then."

Antoine was shocked: "Huh? I thought I had come up with some kind of escape plan, and getting me free was just the first step."

Enzo looked at him strangely: "My trick is - you go to a duel with Barsano, win, and then we will be free."

"... Have you ever thought about what if I can't win?"

"I haven't thought about it." Enzo said sincerely.

Antoine put his hands on the ground in frustration: "I'm really flattered that you think so highly of me, but..."

"How long have you been learning swords?"

Antoine was taken aback, not expecting him to ask such a question. "Uh, about ten years? I'm an orphan, I was adopted by my teacher when I was very young, and I've been studying with him since then..."

"Ten years! Even an idiot can become a man!"

"Are...are you praising me...?"

"I have seen your swordsmanship, and I have confidence in you. You have experienced systematic study and solid training. You may not have realized it, but your teacher has revealed to you the mystery of swordsmanship. That mystery has been revealed in battles since ancient times. The experience inherited and summed up by the survivors has been integrated into your every move. If you are fighting alone, that pirate leader is by no means your opponent."

"Really, really! I'm so good?!" Antoine's eyes lit up, "But I think I should prepare for the worst, if I lose unfortunately..."

Giuliano interrupted him impatiently: "Don't think about this! You will die if you lose. It doesn't matter if you die. Enzo and I will become **** slaves of those pirates for them to ravage and humiliate. Even if You are not allowed to lose for us!"

Antoine bowed his head deeply: "I know! I will never lose!!"

At the same time, in the captain's room.

Fernando slammed the door hard and grabbed Barsano's lapel: "What the **** are you thinking? Fighting him? You're letting the tiger go!"

"You have no confidence in me?"

"I'm not saying you... That young man named Antoine is very good at swordsmanship, even the Reticents of Zanodia are no match for him. And they are with Hean Suweita, if they succeed When I go back, I will definitely disclose your news to Su Weita. It will be dangerous then!"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I don't plan to stay here for a long time. I'm going to the north, out of the territorial waters of Zanodia, what can Suweita do to me? Besides, they may not win, and if they win, they may not be able to return safely Zanodia. The sea is full of dangers, and these three laymen who don't know how to sail at all may drown before they set foot on land."

"But…"

Balsano smiled and took his lover's hand and pressed a kiss on his lips. Fernando's tense body gradually relaxed, and as the kiss deepened, he leaned softly against Barsano. The pirate chief stroked his hair tenderly. When they parted, he touched Fernando's cheek lightly: "I heard. You did a dirty job for Boniwell in exchange for my freedom, and it was because of me that you were exiled. I killed you . You shouldn't have had this happen to you."

"That's nothing... As long as you are safe and sound, everything I do is worth it. I don't care about those wealth and fame."

"You are with me now, you don't have to worry about it anymore, just enjoy the sea freely. I won't let you suffer any more."

Fernando hugged his lover deeply. "I thought I would never see you in my life. The sea is so big, you can find me..."

"It was the direction Malcolm pointed me in."

"real?"

"He wrote me a letter. We secretly connected, and he pointed out the route of the **** ship for me so that I could intercept it halfway."

"I didn't expect him to be so loyal," Fernando muttered. "Other servants have fallen and scattered, but he is the only one who is willing to follow me. He should be rewarded heavily."

"Of course. Marco made the first contribution this time, and I have decided to give him the right to choose the spoils first. However," the pirate leader hugged Fernando's waist, "let's stop discussing other men..."

He kissed Fernando's lips like the sweet nectar of a flower. They had been apart for so long, and had been so devoted to each other, that they had never thought of seeking pleasure in anyone else, so that the fire of desire was all the more violent when it was kindled. They were not unfamiliar with each other's bodies, kissing and caressing just enough to arouse each other's desire. While asking for Barsano's breath, Fernando took off his clothes. It was slow at first, then faster and faster, and there was no rush at all. He threw away the expensive fur that was in the way, unbuttoned the gems and pearls on his silk jacket, and pulled off the gold and silver inlaid belt around his waist, leaving himself naked. Barsano kissed him, pushed him, and made him fall back into the depths of the captain's cabin.

There stood a chart table. Balsano swept all the charts, measuring tools, paper and pens on the table to the ground, picked up Fernando, and pressed his lover on the table. Fernando opened his legs, stretched his hands between his legs, put his fingers into his back hole, pushed aside the constricted flesh, opened the hole to both sides, and showed his lover the most secret and obscene parts of his body.

"Come in, come on..." he gasped, "Come in, **** me..."

Balsano grabs his stuff and penetrates Fernando without any foreplay. His lover groaned in pain, but did not stop him from moving. Instead, her legs clamped tightly around his waist, trying to take his stuff deeper into her body.

"I want you, Barsano...fuck me hard..."

The pirate leader grabbed Fernando's leg, and his five fingers left deep red marks on his fair skin. He found a suitable position, and pushed his hard **** deep into the intestines, filling Fernando's back hole.

He started to wiggle his crotch, and the **** moved in and out, opening the hole again and again. Fernando desperately tried to grab something, but there was nothing on the chart table except his naked body. His eyes were filled with mist, and his moaning voice was full of tears, but he didn't look sad, but full of seductive charm. He didn't pay much attention to the noise they made. The boarded walls of a ship cannot hide the secrets of lust. But he is happy to let everyone know about their relationship.

He couldn't find anything to hold on to, so he simply grabbed his buttocks and spread them apart forcefully, opening the hole in the double mounds to make it easier for Barsano to thrust in. He hadn't tasted the taste of a lover for a long time, his **** opened and contracted hungrily, the tender meat at the mouth of the cave had been **** into flesh red, wet and slippery liquid was secreted from the intestinal tract, some of which would be brought out every time the ferocious giant came in and out, In the end, the whole thing was covered with white liquid, and it made a sticky water sound when pumping.

Barsano's **** was rampaging inside him like the pirate himself, but Fernando loved the intense sex. The **** rubbed hard against his sensitive point, and the intense pleasure rushed to his limbs, making him like a flat boat on the sea, tossed and swallowed by the tide. The thing slammed into his insides so hard that he wondered if his belly would be pierced. Barsano enjoys his **** hole like a trophy. Fernando was indeed his trophy, and he became his prisoner from body to heart.

Fernando screamed wantonly, causing even more violent thrusts. The back hole has been penetrated again and again, and has long lost the strength to struggle. It has become soft and lustful. There is no other feeling except to accommodate the hard giant and accept its impact. Even Barzano **** I didn't feel the throbbing of my front penis. When Fernando came back to his senses, his body was already filled with his lover's semen, and a large amount of white turbid liquid overflowed from the hole and was flowing down his buttocks.

Balsano pulled away from him, **** his cunt, stirring the cum-stained tender flesh, scooping out whatever he'd come in. This turned Fernando even more than straight up with his cock. In two strokes he was leaning back to cum, his sensitive hole being played with by Barsano's fingers for an even sweeter pleasure. He sat up, put one leg up so that Barsano could see the pathetic ravaged pussy, and kissed his lover.

"It's not enough..." He sucked Balsano's lips and said vaguely, "We haven't seen each other for so long, one time is not enough..."

"Want more?" The pirate leader dragged him off the table, slapped his buttocks punishingly, leaving a red palm print on it, "Let me get hard."

Fernando's tongue left his lover's lips and licked along his neck all the way to his chest, leaving a slippery trail of water down his abdomen. He got down on his knees, knelt between Barsano's legs, closed his eyes obsessively, buried his head in the hair of his crotch, and prepared for another round of intense sex.