Some silly futa-on-male stuff with huge dicks, being pent up, and being very very hyper. Literally weaponized hyper.

It's quite silly but also good 'v'

Saranish

Musk hangs thick in the air of the cannon deck, hitting Saranish like a physical force as the captain descends. She takes it without breaking stride, even so. She's terribly used to it, after all. But it makes her own obscene body start to twitch and shiver, her  sinfully bare cock thickening and stiffening in front of her shapely hips as she struts on down, scanning the rows of massive, absurdly backed up shafts with a hungry smile. And why wouldn't she? After all, a ship on the horizon is the perfect excuse to make her weapons ready, and she's always looking forward to firing one off. And would you look at that, she's found one! The captain practically purrs as she slides up to a particular cannon marked by his brilliant red hair, sliding a single teasing finger along the burning-hot side of his barrel as she leans over to whisper into his ear, sweet and sultry.

"Wake up, little boy. We have a target~"

Alard Droverson

Even with the boy it's attached to dozing, her light touch is enough to send an eager throb through the length of his massive weapon and his little body shuddering with need and pleasure. It's the sound of her voice though, that pulls the boy from his fitful sleep, "Wha- ah!" his breath hitches as her words register, "I-I'm going to fire?" he asks with a note of apprehension and hope in his voice as he groggily regards her with a mix of fear and gratitude, "Please, please pick me, I don't think I can take it anymore" he groans, straining against his restraints as his massive, overswollen sack starts to gurgle in anticipation of *finally* getting to empty itself

Saranish

She chuckles softly, running her hand into the veiny side of his immense artillery piece, the other hand sliding down and delicately cupping those gigantic boulders that used to be called balls, but at this point are little more than fuel for the living, perverted weapon hat he's become. 

"Well, we'll just have to see, won't we?" Saranish coos, pressing her own modestly impressive shaft up against his hips even as she cranes her head down to give  his ear a playful, teasing **nip!**

Alard Droverson

The boy turned cannon whimpers, a feather light touch enough to leave him painfully overstimulated in his current condition, her gentle caresses? Enough to send a *deliciously* agonizing wave of pleasure through his pent up body.  His hips buck as her cock presses up against them, though with the weight of his shaft that doesn't amount to much other than grinding himself against her slightly, her little love bite pulling another moan from his lips, and more importantly causes his sack to let out a low, rumbling "*glurck*", sounding as if the very **weight** of its heavy, thick, viscous load is enough to give it some trouble as it slowly begins to churn

Saranish

She very intentionally brushes past his body and his immense cannon as she slips her spyglass out of her jacket and peers out the firing port, confirming what her crow's nest had already told her. From this distance, she can make out the distinctive lines of the enemy flag. Of course, it's far too long a distance for any conventional cannon... but Saranish is the depraved terror of the high seas for a reason~ 

The privateer slides back around to his side, then to his rear, her teeth playing over his ears again as she sinks her hands into those gurgling, struggling boulders. Kneading, squeezing, working the colossal cumtanks like dough. All the while her cock presses up against his bare ass, her own balls churning with their deceptively intense payload and already painting his back with a thick coating of pre, teasing out delighted moans all the while~

Alard Droverson

"No, wait, comeback! Just a bit more, please!" he pleads, the momentary lapse in her touch enough to leave him crying out in needy despair, squirming against his restraints as he tries something, anything to have just another moment of pleasure, but struggle as he might, his cannon is locked firmly in place, the last thing she wants is an unsteady aim after all

There's a look of almost orgasmic hope as she returns to his side, causing the boy to let out a long, shuddering groan as she presses herself into him and he presses back. Moans, whimpers, and cries all slip from his lips as she works, at first his seed is heavy, dense, almost solid even from how tightly it's compacted in there despite his sack practically dwarfing the rest of his little body, well excluding it's cock of course. 

Either way, it's no wonder his balls are having such trouble with his seed. But between the building heat of his arousal, her skillful touch, and his own sack slowly churning ever faster and faster, it begins to loosen up, until a musky, steamy dollop of pre slips out of his tip as he pleads for more and more and more~

Saranish

Captain Saranish hisses her delight as she works against the whimpering, needy cannon, fingers sinking deeper and deeper into his sack, slowly churning the half-solid gunk into something that can move, until steaming hot pre is pouring out of his cocktip. And while her fingers work, she's eager to work on his rear, guiding her own shaft in and slowly opening him up, sighing in pleasure and nibbling on his cute little body, all trussed up and begging for her~

Alard Droverson

The boy's back arches and his eyes rollback as she continues to work his sack even after his own backed up seed is no longer clogging up his pipes. But unfortunately for the boy after being pent up for so long even that's not enough to grant him release, merely making sure his cannon is primed.

The feeling of her lips on his cheeks, neck, and shoulder, and of her cock nestled between his plump little buns, prodding at his backdoor before slowly, teasingly sliding in, *that* certainly brings him closer and closer to firing, "Ooooh~ P-please, I c-can't take it a-anymore! F-fill me up even more, I'm al...Ah! Almost there Captain please, I need it, I *need* you" he begs, desperately pressing his hips against her

Saranish

"Steady now, steady now. You see the target, don't you?" she purrs, before cutting herself off with a gasp as her cock sinks into his delightful rear, almost to the base before it bumps up against his cute little love button. All the while, she keeps working her hands, diligent and tireless against the sheer mass and density of all that backed up seed, Saranish leaned over him and groaning with each little thrust into his backside...

"Go ahead, sweetie~"

Alard Droverson

He shivers, strains, and whimpers as she coos in his ear, but under the haze of pleasure and raw need he sees a shape on the horizon, "Y-ye-**AH**!" he cries out as she sinks herself into him, his hips bucking as she presses herself right into his trigger. His sack *lurches*, rumbling under her hands as she hits it again and again and again, "Ah! *Ah*! ***AH~!***" he cries out, her sugar coated words the final push he needs and with a mighty roar, not unlike the sound of a rogue wave, his cannon erupts, one massive load of thick, heavy, glue like seed, hot enough the air practically shimmers behind it as it hits the other ship dead on, only to be followed by another spurt, then another, and another, a veritable one cannon barrage, unceasing until the boy is completely spent, pausing only long enough to fire again

In the end, Saranish's target didn't stand a chance, by the time it's also over one can barely tell there's a ship under the hot, bubbly, gluey mess as it slowly sinks beneath the waves, shattered timbers and flotsam scattered about the only sign it ever used to be a vessel. Her cannon looks on, a glorious feeling of satisfied relief at such a successful shot as he hangs there cock still hard but body now limp, spent, and exhausted, his balls having shrunken back down to a more "reasonable" size of merely half the size of the rest of him, "Did... did I do good?" he softly asks, as his breathing slowly steadies