Captain Noir let out a content sigh, as he felt himself grow painfully sensitive and hot. He opened his mouth in the slightest, as he felt himself go blank for a moment in pleasure. Altair was trained - well trained, he could imagine. Something told him that the slave might have avoided disclosing his true ability in fear of what he would do. His eyes watched the man envelop his cock in a moist, wet chasm. He could feel his cock twitching - coming closer and closer to orgasm. He had tried holding back, but a long time away from shore had eroded his control. His right hand tightened around Altair's hair, subduing his movement. Cygnus let Altair suck for as long as he could hold out for, then he pulled out of his mouth, grabbing hold of his sizable tumescence with his left hand and stimulating himself to the end. The hand wrapped around Altair's long strands of hair prevented the slave from moving out of the way. His cum came out in short creamy bursts, across Altair's chest. It trickled down his chest like water, leaving trails of white tears where it flowed.<br/><br/>Cygnus let out a satisfied breath, pulling up his trousers and knotting them. "... Fine job, slave." he complimented. "You are better than I guessed you to be. I expected... less." He circled over to behind his desk, over to a small locked cabinet. He unlocked the cabinet, pulling out a small cotton sack tied off at the end with rough rope made from the fibers of a coconut. He returned back to Altair, handing him the bag. "Wear my sperm for a day if you desire my protection. If you are so vain enough to clean it... consider yourself defenseless." He opened the bag, revealing its contents: a number of hard, floury biscuits, salted pork and beef, a small flask of lime juice, and a large flask of freshwater. "You will sleep in the brig with the rest of your companions until I decide you deserve better."<br/><br/>Cygnus came close to him, roughly groping his ass. "For as long as this journey lasts, you shall be mine. If you are marred so badly due to disobedience, and I find myself unable to sell you for higher price, I may choose to... keep you. Which, to my eye, is good for me... hell for you." He gave him a spank, pointing towards the door. "You may return to the brig or eat here. Either is fine with me."