The Captured Boymermaid

In the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, there lived a boymermaid named Cinnamon with a shimmering pink tail, curly black hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. He loved nothing more than swimming under the water’s rhythmic waves, feeling the water envelope his entire being and hold him like he belonged there. However, he would occasionally come up from the depths and linger at the surface to watch birds or passing ships. He was fascinated by the creatures that dwelled above the water.

Unbeknownst to Cinnamon, within one of the boats he was watching was a sailor who had always dreamed of capturing and fucking a mermaid… and he was watching Cinnamon right back, in shock and awe at what he was seeing. Immediately, he wedged wax earplugs firmly in his ears, out of fear of being lured to a watery grave by a mermaid’s song.

Luckily for the sailor, Cinnamon was very easily distracted and not very strong. While Cinnamon had his back turned looking at an interesting seabird, the sailor sailed over in his boat, grabbed Cinnamon, and pulled him onboard. Cinnamon was startled and frightened, but couldn’t do much to resist as his wrists were bound with rope.

“Who are you?” Cinnamon tried to ask.

After a few moments of silence, the sailor told Cinnamon, “don’t even think of trying to sing your way out of this… I have my ears plugged and can’t hear you!”

While Cinnamon was nervous, he found this stranger to be interesting. He had never interacted with a human before, and was curious about why he had brought him up onto his boat. He realized the answer when the stranger began touching him all over his body.

The stranger started by caressing his face, before moving to touching his neck, shoulders, and torso. Eventually, slowly, the sailor trailed his hands down to Cinnamon’s tail, running his hands all across the smooth, shiny scales. The sailor began to kiss Cinnamon’s face and neck.

Cinnamon shivered with pleasure from the feeling of the sailor’s firm hands and hungry lips on his skin. He found himself enjoying the idea of the stranger taking advantage of him in this vulnerable state. He wasn’t used to being a fish out of water.

He tensed when the sailor found his pussy, barely visible to the casual observer, but readily apparent when probing the area where one would expect a pussy to be. The sailor slipped one finger into the slit in Cinnamon’s tail, causing him to gasp out a bit before relaxing into the sailor’s touch. Slowly, a second finger joined the first, and the stranger began fingering Cinnamon more deeply and passionately, causing his pussy to become increasingly wet. The sailor chuckled a bit as Cinnamon started involuntarily grinding his hips, desperate for more and deeper stimulation from this strange human sailor.

“Oh, do you want more?” the sailor asked, his fingers still in Cinnamon’s pussy. “Nod if you want more.”

Cinnamon couldn’t help but nod vigorously. He wanted to feel this stranger inside of him. He desperately wanted to know what it was like.

The sailor smiled widely, already removing his pants in preparation to fuck the boymermaid. Cinnamon’s eyes widened in surprise and excitement as he saw the sailor’s huge erect cock revealed from his pants. The sailor mounted Cinnamon and slammed his cock hard into the boymermaid’s wet pussy, who cried out in pleasure and surprise from the abrupt penetration. Cinnamon began to grind his hips towards the stranger’s cock, wanting to feel his thrusts as deeply as possible.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” the stranger moaned. “No wonder people risk losing their lives in pursuit of this pleasure.” The stranger did not realize that he was not in any danger with Cinnamon, who was a vegetarian mermaid and did not eat humans. Cinnamon, remembering the earplugs, did not try to correct him. He did not try to say a thing to this strange man, instead simply giving in to the glorious feeling of having his body penetrated and used by the sailor. The rhythmic pounding of the stranger’s cock inside of Cinnamon lulled him into a trance-like state of pleasure. It was all he could think about.

Eventually, the sailor gave a few final hard thrusts and stopped moving inside of Cinnamon. “You’re so fun to fill,” the sailor told Cinnamon, his cock still inside of the boymermaid. “Did you enjoy being used?” Cinnamon nodded at the sailor, who smiled back. “Good boy,” the sailor replied. “Thanks for being such a good fucktoy, I needed that.”

Then, the sailor silently untied Cinnamon’s hands, picked him up, and dropped him back over the side of the boat into the water before continuing on his way. 

Cinnamon was ecstatic to have been filled by the human sailor. He found himself growing almost giddy at the thought of the man’s cum inside of him. He decided from that point to start coming up to the surface more often, hoping to be captured and used by more humans.