Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2018 06:26:39 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 13 Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666 =============================================================================== If sex with boys isn't your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you've come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with 14-year-olds then make yourself comfortable - you're in the right place. Don't leave, however, without doing this: Donate to Nifty - these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 13 When we got back to the cabin it was almost 1600. Alan would be bedding down with the toffs. We wondered what they would do with him, but we'd just have to wait to find out. We made sure we were presentable, not smelling of any bodily fluids that is, and went back on elevator duty. We found that with our extra duties it wasn't easy to eat at the right times - I'd have to talk to Sir about allowing us to eat when we had 30 minutes to ourselves. There would need to be a lot of small changes to the routine. We decided we would be back in the cabin when Alan was due back - it was likely that his adventure would have been interesting and we didn't want to wait until he reported to Sir tomorrow morning. Tim reminded me that Sir had told Alan to report to him when he left the toffs, so we agreed to be back in the cabin at 1715. When we got there after another spell of duty uninterrupted by solicitations for sex there was no sign of Alan. Ten minutes later we began to get worried, but just as we were debating whether to tell Sir Alan came in. He was very red. "What's the matter," I said, "did Sir give you a bollocking?" He sat on his bed, obviously distressed. Tim went and sat next to him and put his arm round his shoulder. Alan winced and began to cry. This was horrible - what had they done to him? Tim did his best to comfort Alan, and it was some minutes before the sobbing stopped and Alan was able to tell us what had happened. "I knocked on the door at 1600 and it was opened. They were both there, with dressing gowns on. I took off my clothes and when they took off their dressing gowns I was surprised to see that they had leather sort-of harnesses on - straps, and belts. They looked threatening, and I began to worry. Until now I've not been worried by seeing clients, but there were two of these, and they felt threatening. One of them - they didn't tell me any names - got a whip and my heart sank. I know that some queers get their thrills from being whipped, but I'm not one of them. I soon found out that I wasn't going to get whipped - one of them wanted me to whip the other one. I wasn't sure how to do it - how hard, or where, but the first one said he'd show me. The one being whipped - let's say Mr 2 - leaned against the wall beside the bed with his legs apart, like a big X. I could see marks on his back and his arse. Mr 1 stood back and let fly with the whip across Mr 2's back. A great red weal appeared. Mr 2 didn't make a sound. 'That's what you do, boy, and you do it ten times on his back and his buttocks.' I wasn't enjoying this at all, but there wasn't much I could do about it, so I took the whip and gave Mr 2 a good whack. 'Harder, boy' said Mr 1. 'Are you sure?' I said. 'Yes boy, do what you're told.' I gave him four more lashes and paused. 'I need to rest a moment' I said. 'That's fine boy, but when you start again you are to give him one hard stroke on his back and four - as hard as you can - on his buttocks. Understand?' I nodded. 'Understand boy? I expect you to speak.' 'Yes Sir, I understand.' We were horrified by what Alan was telling us. Like him we knew that some queers liked physical pain, but neither of us had experienced it, or even really thought about it. "What did Mr 2 do?" I asked. "He didn't make a sound - well, just a muffled mmph each time I hit him. He didn't cry out or anything. Anyway, I started to whip him again and the last three were done really quickly one after another. 'Stop now, boy' said Mr 1. Thank God, I thought. Mr 2 stood up. His back was really red and bleeding in places and his arse looked as though it was on fire. When he turned round I saw his cock for the first time. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was dark purple, and it had a leather strap pulled really tight round the base, a bit like a noose. It must have really tight to make his cock that colour. It was big too, about 8 inches, and pretty hard. His balls were hanging down, and when I looked more closely there was another strap as well. The poor bastard must have been really uncomfortable. Still, I expect that's what he liked, given the whipping and all." "What happened then?" asked Tim. So far there had been nothing to account for Alan's tears. "Mr 2 said 'suck my cock, boy'. Well, that's what I was expecting to do, so I got down and gave him a good tonguing. It was nice. His juice tasted good and he was clean inside. I was really enjoying giving him a good time when Mr 1 landed a fucking whiplash on me. Mr 2 was lucky I didn't bite his cock off in shock, but they must have worked out beforehand what was going to happen because an instant before the whip landed Mr 2 pulled back and his cock wasn't anywhere near my teeth." "What did you do?" "I stood up and said that I hadn't been told that being whipped was part of the bargain. 'Oh dear, boy, that's really most unfortunate,' said Mr 1, 'now get back down on your fucking knees and take the cock you're being paid for'. Mr 2 said 'and if you touch my cock with your teeth you'll go right over the side'. I was terrified by this time. If they were mad enough to whip each other, and then whip me, they could quite easily chuck me off the balcony. They'd get away with it too, because how could Sir do anything? I wasn't supposed to be in their stateroom and they'd deny any knowledge about a missing boy. The next 20 minutes were the worst of my life. I didn't know whether I'd leave there alive, and I was pretty sure I was going to be badly beaten." Alan's tears started to flow again. Tim moved to embrace him, but when Alan winced again he stopped. "Oh God," he said, "let's see." Alan took off his jacket to reveal a mass of red weals. Luckily they hadn't been so severe as to draw blood. Sir had put some ointment on which Alan said had helped a bit, but it was still very sore-looking. "You poor bastard," said Tim, stroking Alan's hand. I'd not seen Tim like this before, and I found myself getting weepy because I loved him so much and he was being so kind to Alan. Alan went on. "I sucked Mr 2 and Mr 1 whipped me every two minutes. I made Mr 2 shoot after four lashes, but I was so frightened I have no idea whether I swallowed or not. As soon as he'd come he told Mr 1 to stop. Now what? I thought, I hope to God they don't pick on me. Luckily as soon as Mr 2 had come they both lost any interest in whipping and became quite ordinary. 'Now suck mine, boy' said Mr 1, lying on the bed. I bent to take his cock in my mouth, terrified that Mr 2 would do something awful to me, but nothing happened. I got Mr 1 off quite quickly - all the whipping must have fired his balls up nicely. As soon as he'd filled my mouth I swallowed and stood up. Mr 2 said 'that's it, boy, off you go now'. Never a fucking word of thanks, or sorry. I put my clothes on and got out as fast as I could." "What did Sir say?" I asked. "He was furious. He told me that they had given him no hint that they wanted anything more than oral sex with me. Apparently Sir asks quite detailed questions about what we're going to be asked to do. He doesn't tell us, he said, because the clients like us to seem to be innocent. 'That's daft,' I said - they surely know they're not the first men to fuck us'. 'You know that, and I know that, Alan,' he said, 'but we all have to pretend that you're innocent young flesh.' He made me take off my jacket and he just looked at my back without saying anything. Then he went into a cupboard and got some cream and very gently rubbed it in. 'I am so sorry, Alan,' he said, and he took my face in his hands and very gently kissed me. Sir doesn't often kiss me when we're having sex, although he's very affectionate -" (a side of Sir I hadn't seen) "- and he was genuinely sorry about what he'd let those fuckers do to me." "what will he do about them?" said Tim. "I don't think there's anything he can do. He can't complain to anyone. All he can do is make bloody sure they don't get anywhere near any of us again." I wondered. Sir is not likely to let anyone get away with that kind of thing, but I had to agree that it was hard to see what could be done in practice. By now it was getting on for 1800 and all three of us were starving. "Come on," I said, "food will cheer us up. Besides, we've Charlie to look forward to." When we got to the canteen Cabin 4 were already there. I sat next to Charlie and made a point of Alan sitting between Tim and me - we didn't want to run the risk of a slap on the back from Chris or Andrew. Conversation was general - there were moans about how boring it was hanging about at the Purser's office waiting to be sent on an errand, how boring the errands were, how boring it was riding up and down all day in an elevator - boys are good at being bored. By the time we'd finished eating no-one had anything to say. Chris and Andrew were unaware of the anticipatory excitement elsewhere at the table. Chris was the first to go. "This is boring," he said, "I'm off to find some female company." "Will he expect to fuck her, do you think?" asked Tim. Andrew said drily, "I doubt it. He's fucked one, but he talks as though he's God's gift to the entire female universe." And with that Andrew was off too. I leaned towards Charlie and said that we were really looking forward to his visit. "You mean they know?" he said. "Of course they do. We can't have a party for a visitor and them not know," I said. "You will be our guest." "But ... what about ... you know?" "Oh, they know about 'you know' as well. I told you, we do it every night. Come and knock quietly at 2130." I left quickly before he could think of any reason why, with two others involved, he could not appear. The others followed. I had an errand to carry out. "See you back when we finish," I said. Ryan had asked me to go back to see him at 2100, but I needed to see him very briefly before then. I hoped that the chefs wouldn't mind a uniformed bell boy with a message, so I took an envelope and went up to the galley. When I got there it was very busy, but I took my courage in both hands and strode purposefully towards Ryan's station. Luckily he saw me coming and smiled. "I don't have more than 30 seconds," I said. "I'll be back at 2100. Can I take grub for 4 tonight then please? I promise I'll make it up to you." "Yeah, sure," he said with a smile, "see you then, Patrick." I was out again in under a minute. That was the catering taken care of. ***** At 1950 the three of us were safely in our cabin, the day's duties (of all kinds) behind us, and the day's main pleasure still, like all of us, to come. Unusually for Sir's troupe of professionals, the three of us had only had two orgasms today, so when Charlie came there was a good chance of a major spunkfest. Would he appear? Was the thought of more than one boy sinning with him going to be too much for his Calvinist upbringing? Would his cock make the decision for him? We would find out in an hour. At 2015 there was a knock on the door. "Come in," said Alan. Sir put his head round the door. "May I come in?" "Of course, Sir," said Alan. "I wanted to see how you are. Show me." Alan took off his jacket and Sir examined his back. "You should be all right in a day or two - the marks won't show. Are you in pain?" "Yes, but it isn't as bad as it was. The cream helped." Sir sat down next to Alan. "Boys, I'm really sorry this has happened. It's not what I expected. I speak to each of the clients and find out what services they want. These two never mentioned any violence, and if they had I wouldn't have agreed to your seeing them. I'm very fond of you all, though you may not realise it, and I hope you enjoy what you're asked to do. There is nothing I can do about today's experience, and I promise you all that I will make sure it never happens again." We all mumbled something which could be interpreted as agreement. We had no embarrassment when we were having sex with Sir, but this was something different. He changed the subject. "Now you'll be looking forward to your party tomorrow, I'm sure. Have you found out any more about the other boys?" I told him that we were working on it, and would know more tomorrow night. "But it's one thing discovering that they are up for a wanking session with other boys, and it's a big step from there to joining our team." "I know, Patrick, and I don't want you to hurry. I'd much rather find a few willing boys in a month's time than rush into anything and put them off - or worse, have them complaining about us." It was clear to all of us that keeping our team tight, and secret, was essential. "When the others have their treat tomorrow night I'll tell them that they mustn't disturb your two cabins when they get back. I'll say it wouldn't be fair. That way you can be uninterrupted all night if you want. I'll look forward to hearing about it at 0915. Alan, you needn't come at 0915 tomorrow. If you need more ointment, come at 0900." Alan turned to Sir. "Thank you, Sir. I know you weren't to blame." Sir smiled and stroked Alan's cheek. "Goodnight, boys." and he was gone. "Fuck!" said Alan, "that was unexpected." "I know he's been fucking you for a year," said Tim, "but has he ever shown you that he cares before?" "No, not really. He's not into cuddling much, even after we've come. I think he was as scared as I was." I wondered about what Sir had said about there being nothing he could do. Then an idea struck me. One of the stewards had shown an interest in me that first day - Gus was his name. I'd not done anything about seeing him again. Maybe we could see whether there was a way we could get back on those bastards through him. I needed to think more before involving the others. I had to go quickly up to Ryan - these errands were becoming too many to fit in to a day, I thought - and luckily he was ready. He gave me a tray and told me to go quickly. "I'm not supposed to do this every night, you know," he said with a grin. I winked. "You'll get a really special thanks, but it'll have to be on the way back," I promised. "Can I collect tomorrow's stuff at 1945?" "Yes, now bugger off. Have fun!" Two minutes later I was back in the cabin. Just in time! I put the tray out of the way. "Charlie will be here in ten minutes," I said, "let's get comfortable. Alan, you can't let him see your back, but have you got a vest you could wear when we all take our jackets off?" "Good idea," he said, "messing about will take my mind off it. Tim and I will start to stroke each other after a while, right?" "Yes. Let's see how shy Charlie is. He may be so excited that he practically strips off the minute he gets here." We took off our jackets and Alan put on a thin vest. You couldn't see the weals, although poor Alan was still hurting badly. I knew Tim would not get carried away if things got hot, as we all hoped they would. There was a quiet knock at the door. "Come in," I said. In came Charlie, shutting the door quickly behind him. "I don't think anyone saw," he said. "Welcome to our sinful abode, Charlie," said Alan, "you"ll enjoy it here." Charlie blushed, but said very quietly that he was sure he would. I patted the bed next to me and, seeing Tim and Alan together on Alan's bed, he sat down next to me. "Do you really do it every night?" he asked. It wasn't going to be difficult after all. "Yes," I said simply, "we do." I reached over and felt the front of his trousers. He was hard. Tim and Alan, seeing that I was taking the lead, started feeling each other. "What if someone comes in?" said Charlie. "Who's likely to come in?" I said. The other cabins don't visit and no-one else ever does. We're OK, Charlie, no-one's going to bother us. Look," and I pointed to the other two, now bereft of trousers, "they're not bothered," and I stood up. "Come on, Charlie, get your stuff off." He hesitated, but only for a moment. Any modesty he might have felt about being seen naked was obliterated by the messages from his cock - 'come on, this new thing's great, let's do it again'. Very soon all four of us were naked (apart from Alan's vest). Charlie was so involved in his own feelings that I don't think he even noticed. Charlie and I were sitting on my bed and I was stroking Charlie's cock. He was moaning "this is so good, Patrick," so I said, "you can stroke mine, Charlie." Very gingerly he reached out a hand and, for the first time in his blinkered life, held a cock that wasn't his. "Mmm!" I said, "that's nice. Lie down, it'll be nicer." We were lying side by side, each stroking the other's cock. It was time to change up a gear, so I started to wank him. He moaned a bit more. I moved to kneel. "Open your legs," I said. I knelt between his legs, never stopping wanking him, and stroked his balls with the other hand. His moaning became more insistent. I looked at him - his eyes were tight shut. "Look at me Charlie," I whispered, and when he opened his eyes I gave him a big smile. "Enjoying it?" I murmured. "Mmm." I increased my pace and allowed my other hand to go a little way along his crack. "Mmm." He started to move his hips, and I guessed he wasn't far away. This one would be for him, I decided. The next few would be for both of us. I looked over to Alan's bed, caught Tim's eye, and made a licking gesture with my mouth. Tim nodded and applied his lips to Alan's cock. Charlie looked over and saw something for which no-one had ever prepared him. Any astonishment he might have felt - disapproval, even - was drowned out by a fine spray of cum which flew from his cock at exactly that moment. (Good timing, Peter!). I kept gently stroking his cock while he came down, then without warning took his cock in my mouth and cleaned off the last drops of his cum (and very sweet it was). "Oh, oh, Patrick, oh," he whimpered. "Enjoy that?" "Oh yes, thank you, thank you so much." "Don't thank me," I said, "it was fun for me too. "Even with my ... cock in your mouth?" "Especially with your cock in my mouth," I said, "I love sucking cock, and so do these two." It was fortunate that at that moment Alan had moved round and he and Tim were about to start 69ing. It is a wearisome cliché (are not they all?) to describe someone's eyes as being out on stalks (unless they be a snail, of course), but the cliché will have to suffice in this instance. "Are they ... ?". "Yes, Charlie, they are, and pretty soon one of them will cum. Watch." You might as well instruct a rabbit to look away from a snake. Charlie's eyes took in the spectacle of dreadful so-awful-it-can't-even-be-named sin being enacted before them. What Charlie's poor overloaded brain made of it I couldn't work out, but what Charlie's cock, so recently spurting spunk into my mouth, made of it was all too clear. "You're enjoying that, aren't you?" I said. He gulped and nodded. I leaned forward - I was still between his legs - and whispered "shall we try it?" Without giving him time to think I scooted round and got into position. My mouth was round his cock, and my tongue was greeting its guest. Would Charlie reciprocate? =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 14 as we continue to enjoy Charlie's date with Cabin 1. The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing a few months ago, and the boy I describe as "me" is really cute. I'm sure he had adventures ... Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================