Caged Quotes

“What do I see? I see a man who has higher and thicker walls than I will ever have. I see a terrifying beast enveloped and hidden by a cleverly fashioned mask. I see tears that will never fall. I see blood and death. I see a heart that devours itself. I see the promise of a pain and deceit. I see a lot of things, Baltsaros. Many of them frightening,” Jon said.

Baltsaros showed no surprise over Jon’s words. Instead, he leaned towards him, intrigued. “And you’re not afraid,” he said.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“The first mate slid, almost bonelessly, down the wall. Baltsaros shoved his softening cock almost angrily back into his pants; he felt strangely unsatisfied and frustrated. Tom looked up at the captain with wet, red eyes as Baltsaros undid the belt that was looped around him.

What was it about Jon that had him so wound up?”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“I ain’t going to kiss ye, poppet. Just keep still like a good little lad.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Don’t! Oh god… don’t… I’m going to…” he gasped. He couldn’t say the words. I’m going to cum.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Tom is dangerous, he reminded himself. He means you no good.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Yes, they are extremely fucking sexy if you must know,” he said, scarcely believing the words coming out of his mouth. It was simply the truth; somehow the markings enhanced the muscular young man’s beauty in a way that made Jon feel hot inside. “But… What do they mean? Do you know?” he asked. Tom looked down at himself and shrugged. “The lot of it could be pure fancy, love. But… the man who did it, he told me that this here”—Tom put his fingers over Jon’s—“is a map of the Devil’s Isles and beyond. Somethin’ about lost knowledge.” Jon’s breath caught in his throat and he looked at Tom, alarmed. “Gods, Tom. Now you won’t believe me when I tell you what we’re planning,” he said in a hush. Tom was quiet for a long time after Jon told him of their plans and of the captain’s intention to ask him to be first mate again. Jon rested against Tom’s wide shoulder, waiting for the big man to say something. When Tom finally spoke, it was a rumble against Jon’s ear. “If ye don’t mind, love, I’d like a day to think about it before I give ye my answer. Can ye grant me that, lad?” asked Tom, his rough hand coming up to rest against Jon’s bare chest. Jon nodded his head and closed his eyes.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“If you assume that you will die today, you drag death to you as a cold, unforgiving stranger. Instead, embrace death like an old friend, for you will fight side by side with her; and, if death decides to choose you as her champion, you may yet live to fight, and love, another day,” said the captain softly into Jon’s ear.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Life is a battle between faith and reason in which each feeds upon the other, drawing sustenance from it and destroying it.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Baltsaros smiled wide. “I thought you boys would like to know that we’ve arrived within sight of the Devil’s Isles,” he said. Jon and Tom looked at each other in excitement. It had taken nearly two months to reach them; finally it was the time to see what it was they were up against.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Baltsaros’s face had darkened with lust at the display; he loved to watch the boys “play”, as he put it. However,”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“While it was bitterly cold outside, the two men in the stateroom glistened with sweat. Tom, his arms bound behind him and his ankles tied to the legs of the table, grunted and hissed as another stream of hot wax landed on his bare skin. Jon groaned in response; he loved the way Tom’s muscles tightened over his cock with the sudden pain. He thrust himself into Tom’s body a few times, his hands sliding over the tattooed skin of the bound man’s side. The candlelight made Tom’s skin pure gold, and Jon thought it was beautiful.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Some of the old-timers reached out to pat Tom’s shoulder as he made his way down the deck while the newer shipmates just peered curiously at the tattooed sailor that was built like an ox. However, when Tom started bellowing, everyone jumped quickly to obey. “All right ye lot o’ bleedin’ twats, move yer asses. Shore up that fuckin’ clutter and tighten those lines, ye bilge rat. Aye! I’ll drown ye meself if ye don’t heed, boy…” Jon grinned, listening to the first mate yell out orders in his nonstop, rolling mainland accent that was thickly peppered with cursing and laughter. He looked out over the calm water and took a deep breath. Jon knew there would be trying times in the coming months, both from inside the ship and from without, but at this precise moment in time, he felt he could face anything. Jon picked up the bag that Tom had dumped unceremoniously beside him and trotted to the captain’s quarters to throw it inside. With a glance up at the tall, dark man above him on the quarterdeck, Jon smiled. There was nowhere he would rather be.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“You’re going to wear a groove in the boards and make Calum throw you overboard if you don’t stop your pacing, Jon,” said Baltsaros, looking down at Jon. Jon laughed, but he felt completely frantic with worry. Tom had said that he would come give them their answer early this morning, but it was now noon, and there was no sign of him. “It’s not like we have to leave immediately, Jon,” said the captain. “If Tom’s not ready today, maybe he’ll be ready tomorrow. He can be extremely proud, like his mother. I did him wrong, Jon… And an afternoon spent playing on bedsheets won’t make it all better. We can afford to wait a day or two.” Jon nodded. He hoped it was the case. He’d already made two trips back to the mainland to see if he could find Tom on his own, with no avail. They could also put off the trip for this season if Tom was unwilling to join them. Jon was sure he could convince— “Bloody fuckin’ hells, Da! What in gods have ye done to my fuckin’ boat?” Jon started and looked over his shoulder. The ocean-eyed, burly youth swung himself up over the edge of the raised gunwale like nothing was amiss and landed on silent feet on the deck next to Jon. After dropping his bag with a thump and ruffling Jon’s hair affectionately as he passed by him, Tom swaggered to the stairs of the quarterdeck and looked up, feet splayed and hands on his hips. The captain, his relief and amusement obvious for a mere second, brought his stark brows down in a fierce scowl. “Your boat?” the captain repeated loudly. “She’ll be yours over my dead body.” Baltsaros allowed himself a small smile, and Tom grinned wide. “Whip these boys into shape, if you remember how,” said Baltsaros as he lifted his head to look over the gathering crowd. “First mate on deck!” shouted the captain.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Tom grinned wide. “Aye… love,” said Tom. “Ye know, the difference between ye both is ye do have a heart. Ye might make my cock hard, but ye soften this.” Tom tapped two rough fingers against the spot over his heart. Jon had to laugh. “Gods, Tom… That was almost poetic,” he said, stroking his hand down Tom’s chest and tugging playfully at the big man’s chest hair. “Listen… The captain can beat the fuck out of you, and when you’re done, you can come to me, and I will kiss you better,” said Jon. Tom’s lips parted in response, and he stared at Jon with eyes suddenly darkened by desire and turbulent emotion. Tom’s arms tightened around Jon again, and when he licked his lips, his breathing had a shaky quality to it. “Gods, love,” was all the big man said, and Jon had to laugh. “You’d like that?” he asked, realizing the strange mastery over the powerful creature that held him. “Aye,” responded Tom, his voice barely a whisper. Jon’s heart beat double. They kissed again, only coming up for air when Jon had to beg off to relieve his bladder. When he came back and Tom lifted his arm again, Jon frowned, noticing something he hadn’t before.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“I think whatever it was that was broken inside him has finally started to mend,” he said softly. It was a hope not yet made fact, but it was something he liked to think was truth. “All’s it took was thinkin’ ye died?” said Tom, his eyes suddenly bland in an attempt to hide his jealousy. “Thinking that we died, Tom. Don’t be such a fucking martyr. Your ‘death’ was the catalyst,” said Jon, smiling. “Let’s stop talking about death… I liked the subject of love.” He still felt loose limbed and sentimental from the combination of char and fucking.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Because I was so angry, lad. So bloody fuckin’ angry,” said Tom, his face deadly serious. “Because you love him,” said Jon to Tom, his words plain. “Aye, I love the shite out of that asshole, ducky. He’s strong, smart, and fucks like a bloody madman. What’s not to love?” responded Tom with a rueful twist to his lips. “The fact that he had no heart,” said Jon, looking curiously at Tom. “That’s what you said to me that last night. Before you disappeared.” The big man nodded slowly to himself. Tom then frowned and looked sidelong at Jon. “He been good to you, love?” asked Tom. “Da seems… different.” Jon nodded.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“When Jon saw the pain in Tom’s eyes, he believed his words. Tom had also wanted to distance himself from Jon and the captain so as to remove temptation that would earn him some more stripes. (Are you still afraid of the whip, Tom? asked Jon. Aye, love. Now and always, answered the big man.) Tom had taken up work at the Jewel doing maintenance and repairs and had recently been promoted to warehouse manager, a position that Tom thought suited him well. (Well… mostly liftin’ boxes and yellin’ at folks, answered Tom truthfully to Jon’s question. Same as on board, really.) Tom had given strict instructions to everyone he knew not to let Baltsaros know of his whereabouts.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“It was about six weeks later that Reginald and the fleet arrived. Tom had done everything in his power to dissuade them, including telling Reginald that the whole crew had died in the storm, but the crazed ex-soldier wasn’t satisfied with Tom’s answers. Instead, he had put poor Fresia in irons and tortured her for a day and a half before she caved. She had since recovered but had chosen to leave town with a wealthy man who offered to put her up in a house of her own, and Tom didn’t blame her. Tom had sent the letter as soon as he could, hoping that it would reach Jon in time. (Why didn’t you come? asked Jon with a frown. How? With my own boat? Ye think I got rich floatin’ in the ocean? Listen, love… I would have come. I would have. I prayed for ye every night, replied Tom.)”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Tom had latched onto a floating barrel after having fallen off (Of course I fell, don’t be daft, boy. Who would’a pushed me?) and was carried back towards the peninsula where he was picked up by a fishing boat by pure luck. (You should stop calling me ‘lad’ and ‘boy’, Tom. As it turns out I’m over a year older than you, said Jon. Tom laughed. All right, old man, he replied with a kiss. Now, hush… I’m telling my story.)”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“When Jon told Tom about the final fight with Reginald and how he had nearly died, he saw Tom’s eyes go glassy with tears. Tom pulled back the blanket and leaned forward to kiss the tight scar on Jon’s chest.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“While they sat huddled in their comfortable embrace wrapped in the warm blanket, Jon then told Tom everything that had happened since they had parted ways.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“When I asked Da what ye wanted. He said ‘just to talk’ didn’t he?” asked Tom, grinning. “Aye… Fuck talk, I guess.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Tom leaned in to kiss Jon, deep and gentle and tasting like the ghost of tears shed. “I’ve been wantin’ to do that for a long time, lad,” he said gruffly when he broke away.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“older man brought up a hand to start stroking Jon’s side, gliding his fingers up over the hard muscles of Tom’s arm and back down again to Jon’s hip. Now that their passions were slaked, the room felt cool, and Jon was glad for Tom’s constant heat. He nuzzled up under the big man’s jaw. I missed you, he wanted to say, among other things, but he didn’t want to push his luck with the captain here. Sex was one thing, emotions were another, and Jon was curious to see how things would settle in the end. He couldn’t tell if it was the effects of the drug or the mind-blowing sex, but he thought he could sense strands pulling the three of them together. It was as if their talents, strengths, desires, and weaknesses were woven into a three-sided tapestry.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Baltsaros pulled out of Jon with a groan and crawled to Tom, his dark hand pumping the thick cock in its grasp, the purple head of it swelling with every hard stroke. In a daze, Jon watched as a clear drop fell from its tip onto Tom’s collarbone a second before the captain growled low in his chest, sending jets of pearly white cum over Tom’s chest and stomach. Jon felt Tom’s ass clench over his cock, and the man beneath him arched his back up suddenly, letting out a hard yell and sending hot jets of his own seed to mingle with Baltsaros’s. Jon collapsed onto Tom, heedless of the mess, completely spent. His thighs were shaking and his heart felt like it was going to crash through his ribs. After a moment, Tom wrapped his arms around Jon, turning them onto their sides facing each other, and Baltsaros stretched out behind Jon.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Soon Jon was crying out loud with every thrust, the tempo becoming brutal and fast until it finally sent him toppling over into the throes of his ecstasy, a long low moan of pure pleasure bursting out of his open throat as he rode the staggering peaks of his orgasm, cumming hard and thick into Tom. With the last pulse, Jon pushed himself up onto his hands, elbows locked and head bowed as he panted hard over Tom. He saw that the man beneath him was flushed, nearing his own culmination.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“However, when Baltsaros’s thick cock pushed slow and hard into his body, Jon captured Tom’s mouth with his own, forcing himself to relax into the sensation of being stretched wide. He groaned loud, and Tom twisted his fingers into Jon’s dark curls, kissing him with frantic, rough passion. Baltsaros began fucking Jon with long strokes that drove him hard into Tom’s body. It was perfect and exquisite, this feeling of fucking and being fucked.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Suddenly the mattress sank on either side of Jon’s knees, and he felt the captain grab his hips and slow him. With a grunt of surprise, Jon stopped moving and gasped with shock as he felt the captain’s fingers, slick with oil, slide into him. Almost dizzy with lust, Jon realized what Baltsaros aimed to do. As he stroked deep inside him, the captain pressed and rubbed against the spot within him that triggered the waves of intensity that sent shocks through his body, enhancing all his sensations. Whimpering when Baltsaros’s fingers left him, Jon moved forward when the captain brought Tom’s legs up, almost losing his balance. Low down over Tom’s chest, Jon saw that the muscular rogue was smiling up at him. “Breathe, Jon,” said Tom, and Jon almost burst out laughing.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas

“Wanting to see Tom’s face as he fucked him, Jon tugged at his thigh; the perfectly submissive brute below him obliged immediately when the man fucking him simply murmured: “On your back.” Tom looked up at Jon, his eyes narrow and forehead creasing in a look of almost agonized desire with every thrust, his lips parted to moan out his passion. “Fuck… Jon, oh gods,” Tom repeated over and over, his fist moving fast over his cock as Jon pounded into him.”
― Bey Deckard, Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas