I had so much fun reading Buccaneer Island. As Winston Churchill is often accused of saying (though he denied it), the traditions of the British Navy are rum, sodomy, and the lash. Since this story wasn’t about the British Navy, I can only promise you two of those. (Spoiler: This novel didn’t have much rum in it.)
Edmund, third son of an English lord, is caught sucking the stable boy’s cock. His father sends him away to become an overseer at a Louisiana plantation. Everyone on the ship knows why he’s on board. When the teasing gets too much, he attacks a cabin boy. The captain punishes him and Edmund finds out he likes it. Before he can beg the captain to bugger him, a storm comes up and he’s washed overboard.
Edmund comes to on Buccaneer Island in the care of Mathew who lives alone in a shack near the shore. Mathew decides to force feminize Edmund, so he pays a “witch” to give Edmund herbs that will make him grow breasts. He gets women’s clothes for Edmund to wear and expects Edmund to behave as a lass. Edmund seems okay with the situation until he finds out Mathew means to leave him for a while in the care of the witch who has spoken of cutting Edmund. He doesn’t want to lose his balls, so he escapes from Mathew.
During his escape, he’s taken prisoner by a small community of rough men who decide to whip Edmund and have a gangbang. Edmund rather enjoys it, but he again escapes, only to fall into the hands of yet another man who takes him to be the sex slave of a smart, handsome creole pirate. Things happen, then finally Edmund’s past catches up to him and he has to bid a fond farewell to all those men who have humiliated, buggered, and soundly spanked him.So basically this is a BDSM novel with pirates. Some plot points had me rolling my eyes, but when you’re reading a ripping yarn, sometimes you just have to go with it. So I did, and I had a rollicking time.