Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2000 18:32:20 -0700 (PDT) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: First Mate, Part 2, Ch. 6 Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between men, and anyone who is forbidden by law to read such material must exit the story now. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the enjoyment of its readers. It may not be posted or distributed by any other media without the written permission of its author. First Mate, Part 2 is a continuation of First Mate, which can be found in the Nifty Archive under gay/incest. While there are some allusions to events that occurred in First Mate, First Mate, Part 2 is largely a free-standing work that can be read without having read First Mate. My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, The Dancer in gay/encounters, and From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian. E-mail comments are always welcome. First Mate, Part 2 Chapter 6 The alarm went off at 7 o'clock. We got up, made our bed, as usual, and got in the shower together. We both had to piss pretty badly, so we aimed our streams at each other before we turned on the water. That aroused both of us, and we both started jerking our own cocks, facing one another. "I love to watch you jerk off," Rick said. "Why's that," I asked. "I don't know. You're just so fucking sexy you make me more aroused." "You're pretty sexy doing that yourself, Babe," I said. He smiled. After we came, we showered and shaved. Rick still wasn't much on shaving without a mirror, so he got out to do it. I shaved in the shower and finished a little bit before him. Since I was first one out, I made breakfast. I cooked the rest of the bacon and eggs that were in the refrigerator, made coffee and toast, and had it all ready in about fifteen minutes. Rick came out dressed, but I was still naked, wearing my ball and chain. We ate on the deck, as usual. "I'm a little nervous about the master-slave thing," I said while we ate. "Don't be. They won't touch you, at least not to hurt you. If they do, I'll fucking throw them overboard." I laughed, but I knew he wouldn't allow them to mess with me unpunished. "I've never been into really kinky stuff, as you know, but I did kind of enjoy being tied up by the pirates the last time we were out." "You should have said something about that before," Rick replied. "I'm not big into that kind of stuff, but we can sure try that, if you want to." "Let's think about it when we get back," I said. Rick cleaned up the kitchen while I got dressed. I had to do a little packing of the stuff I intended to leave on the boat. We had cleared all of that out when she went in for her overhaul. By nine o'clock we were ready to lock up the house and head out. Rick called Nick and Charlie to tell them we were leaving, and he and I walked down to the marina that was part of the resort. It took us a couple of hours to get the boat ready for our voyage. It really looked great, with the new furnishings and new d^Ācor. Most people probably don't think of a boat as having a d^Ācor, but one like ours really does. We were scheduled to leave at noon, but that was always flexible. Hell, if the passengers weren't there, what good would a noon departure do? But that day we had a very disciplined group. In fact, they got there at 11:30. I watched the two cars pull into the parking lot of the marina. We had places marked for our customers, and they took two of the three of them. I watched as the guys got out of the cars. First, the drivers got out. They were dressed in denim and leather, and they were obviously the masters. Then the two guys who were in each back seat got out. They were naked. Not only that, their heads were shaved, their bodies were completely smooth, and they only had a fringe of pubic hair, like it had been worked on. All four of them wore leather collars with stainless steel studs on them, and each collar had a ring that I figured could be attached to a leash or something. It was kind of amazing. Without clothes or hair, I had no idea how old those slave guys were. I knew they were at least eighteen, but that's all I knew. They all looked really young to me. The blond one, or, at least, the one with the fairest skin and lightest whisps of pubic hair, could have been sixteen. I later learned he was twenty. The masters led the parade. Rick and I went to the gangplank to greet them, and we shook hands with the masters. We didn't shake hands with the slaves, though. Rick had told me that would signifiy equality, and they weren't our equals on that trip. All four slave boys kept their eyes low so as not to look at us in the face. I found that weird as hell, but I guessed that was part of the game. I had on my skin-tight jeans of the night before, and the last of the slaves had a chance to look at my bulge as he was coming aboard. He started getting hard when he saw me, and that was a real mind trip for me. I had only seen a couple of guys go from a completely slack dick to a full hard-on by looking at me, and it kind of made me put on some weight in the dick department, too. The masters were Josh and Kyle. Josh's slaves were J-a and J-b, and Kyle's were K-a and K-b. They had used black Magic Markers to write those names on their chests. They all knelt down in a straight row, and Kyle slapped the shit out of K-b's hard-on. It went down pretty fast. Each slave carried a small bag. I figured it was their stuff, but, as I later learned, they had no stuff of their own. They were each carrying one of their masters' bags. Rick gave the guided tour of the boat while I stayed with the slaves. "Why don't you guys stow your gear and come back on deck. I'll show you where to put it." One of each pair got both bags belonging to his master and followed me. They were J-a and K-a. I wasn't sure if they were the senior boys or the junior boys, but they were probably the senior boys since their initials were "a." The other two stayed kneeling. "This is where Kyle will be sleeping," I said to K-a. "Will you and the other guy be sleeping in here with him?" "No, Sir. I'm sure we'll be sleeping on the deck, Sir." He said "sir" with a distinct military emphasis on the word. I felt kind of funny being called "sir," but I knew it was their way. When they finished stowing their masters' gear, we all went back on deck. Rick had finished the tour by then, and it was time to set out. He and I took care of untying the boat and weighing the anchors, and Rick fired up the engine. I was with him in the cabin. "Are you freaking out," he asked me with a grin. "Goddamn, I've never seen anything like this, Rick. What's up with all of this?" "Those boys have bound themselves by contract to their masters to be their slaves for two years. This vacation is a kind of celebration to mark the conclusion of their initial training period." "The two I took below to stow gear called me 'sir.'" "Oh, yeah. You can expect that the whole trip. Things will lighten up, though. They can't maintain this kind of discipline the whole time. You'll see. They're just putting on a show for us." "Man, that's a relief. Did you see Kyle slap the shit out of K-b when he got hard? I thought every guy had an inalienable right to a hard-on any time he wanted one." Rick laughed at my seriousness. "This is all a big fucking game to them. It turns them on. You'll get used to it." I grinned at him. "Let's set the sails," he said. We were out of the harbor, and the wind was perfect. It took us about fifteen minutes to set the sails. Rick informed the guests that he and I had to steer the boat for a while, and I knew what that meant. I wanted my cock up his ass so bad at that point I could almost taste it, and that's exactly what Rick had in mind. As we had done on our other voyages, he took the wheel, dropped his pants, and I got behind him. I wiggled out of my tight jeans and my tee shirt, and it was just a matter of moments before I had him impaled on my hard-on. I took my ball and chain off my PA first, though, and attached it to my right nipple ring. We let the natural movement of the boat stimulate us, and, as usual, we both had several powerful orgasms before we actually shot cum. God, I loved those times like that that we spent together. We cleaned each other up, I replace my ball and chain, and Rick turned on the auto-pilot and the radar alarm. Then, naked, he and I joined the guys on deck. By then it was one o'clock, and the sun was at it's height for late May. Our appearance on deck without any clothes made quite a stir. Nobody said anything, but there was lots of staring. "You guys might just want to strip down like we are," Rick told Josh and Kyle. "You can't get a tan through all those clothes, and you'll get pretty hot with them on." "Good idea," Kyle said. He was about thirty, very nice looking, and, when he stripped, he revealed a well-honed physique. He had brown hair, a brown mustache, and a good bit of hair on his legs and ass. He didn't have any on his chest, though, and I couldn't tell if he were naturally smooth or had been shaved. Josh was a little older, a little less well-developed, and almost hairless. He had a ladder of studs pierced through the top of his penis, and I wondered what that would feel like inside me. The masters wanted to talk privately with Rick and me, so we moved to the bow of the boat. The slaves were lying down taking sun at the stern. "Look, guys," Kyle started, "I hope this isn't freaking you out too bad." "Naw," Rick answered. "I've seen the master-slave thing before. He hasn't," meaning me, "but we're cool with whatever you guys want." "Well, see, this is really all a big game, as I think you know, Rick," Josh said. "Kyle and I are lovers, and those kids want to be dominated. So we do it. This vacation is really a treat for them because they've been so completely subservient to us for the last six months." "Right," Kyle continued, "and there won't be any brutal shit on the trip. We're not really into hurting people, anyway. Hell, Josh is a doctor and I'm a nurse. We're into healing, most of the time." We all laughed. "If you guys would go along with it, though, I think the kids would enjoy it more. They really get off on this master-slave shit," Kyle said. "Whatever you want," Rick said. I was absolutely fascinated by the whole dynamic of the relationship among those guys, and I couldn't wait to see what would happen. "Well, just know that these kids love this shit that we're doing," Josh said. "Otherwise, why would they put up with it?" "Good point," I interjected. "Oh, another thing," Kyle said. "We might look angry as hell at them, but we really aren't. It's all a fucking act." "Yeah, but I saw you slap the shit out of one guy's cock when he got hard when y'all first came aboard." "I know, but I didn't hurt him. That slap was Nursing 101, 'What to do if a male patient gets an erection at an inappropriate time.' I do that in the hospital at least once a week. Any nurse or doctor would do the same thing to you if you got hard while he or she was trying to do some kind of procedure on you. I didn't hurt him." "Well, that's a relief," I said. "My dick's been smarting ever since I saw you do it." Everybody laughed. "Look, fellas, we're basically good guys who want pleasure and want to give pleasure," Josh said. "All six of us just have special needs, is all. Can you understand that?" "Well, of course we can," I said. Rick echoed my statement. "Just cue us from time to time as to how we should behave, okay," Rick asked. "Well, that's what we're doing now," Josh said. "We can all have fun on this trip, and we will. By the way, Kevin, I'm surprised they all haven't come all over themselves over you. You're turning them on big time, even though they know how to keep their hard-ons under control." I'm sure I blushed when he said that. "You guys are lovers, right? Master-slave?" Kyle asked that question. "Yeah, we're lovers," I said, "and, yeah, I'm the slave." Rick burst into hysterical laughter when I said that. Kyle and Josh both looked at us kind of funny. "We're in an equal and open relationship," Rick finally said, when he got control of himself. "And, yeah, we're in love." Josh took my dick in his hand. "Well, with this thing, I would have assumed he was your master, Rick." We laughed again. Josh tested my foreskin, no doubt from purely medical interest, and pronounced it to be safe and sound. He fiddled a little with my PA, and he said it was an unusually good job. It turned out he was a urologist and knew about such things. "I've read that the master has to give a slave permission to get hard and permission to come. Is that how you guys practice that discipline," I asked. They looked at each other like that was some long-standing joke between them. "Well, yes and no," Kyle said. "We'll both slap an erection off of them because those things can become contagious, you know." We laughed. "But basically we both know you can't keep a twenty-something guy from getting hard in a sexual situation. We have given them permission to come in any sexual encounter with either of you or with either of us on this trip, so don't worry about that. Oh, and, man, will they come. By the gallon." We all laughed again. "I will say this, though," Josh interjected. "They really do get off on being submissive in every way, so bear that in mind. Doing what you tell them, no matter how gross or how disgusting it is, really turns them on. And if one of them does or doesn't do what you want, punch him or slap him. In 99.999% of the cases, he did it wrong so you would assert yourself." "Are you comfortable with this, Kevin," Kyle asked. I suppose he could see on my face that I had more questions than answers. "Well, let's put it this way. I understand sex, and I know that some guys like one thing more than another. I can handle it. I think." "If you have any questions or problems with anything we do or they do, ask us, okay?" Josh said that part. "Okay, guys. You might be educating me all week." Everybody laughed. "And we can assure you, nobody ever gets hurt," Kyle interjected. Rick changed the subject. "This is where we usually swim with a school of dolphins that live in these waters," he said. "Are you guys interested in that?" "Oh, man, that would be great," Josh said. Kyle nodded vigorously in agreement. "What about your boys," Rick asked. "Of course. They'll love it," Kyle said. "They might even try to fuck one." We all howled with laughter. We went back to the stern where the boys were and told them our plan. We gave each of them a set of binoculars to watch for the dolphins, and, not surprisingly, they did as they were told. When we finally found our school, we dropped anchor and dove in with them. The dolphins seemed to like the boys, and they seemed to remember Rick and me. That was probably my imagination at work, but it did seem as though they recognized us. Before we went into the water, Josh had told the boys they had permission to talk as much as they wanted to. I found that to be really strange, but they fooled around, used the odd foul word when called for, and behaved just like normal twenty-somethings would behave under the circumstances. When we finally finished our play, after almost two hours in the water, we all climbed the ladder onto the lower deck. Kyle and Josh were visible aroused, although not fully hard, and they opted to go to their cabin for a shower. What else they did had to be left to the imagination. Rick led the boys and me over to the outdoor shower on the lower deck. He explained to them that water was limited but that they needed to bathe thoroughly to protect their skin from damage by the salt water. He turned on the shower, everyone got wet again (but with fresh water that time), and he handed out bars of soap. I took one of the boys and Rick took another one, and we started lathering them up. We told them to work us over, too, and, before long, all six of us had raging hard-ons from the physical contact. I took the cocks of J-a and K-b in my hands and started pumping them. "How long has it been since you guys came," I asked. One said three days and the other said about a week. Damn, I thought. No guy should go that long. I really jerked them off good, and, because I was doing it, they could come whenever they had to. Rick saw what I was doing, and he helped his boys out the same way. We had them spewing cum in no time, and every one of them spurted out a half pint (or so it seemed). "What is this for, Sir," one of the slaves asked, picking up the ass nozzle. "It's to clean your ass. It's like an enema. Bend over." Rick inserted the thing in the guy's ass and started the water going. The guy got hard again in an instant. When Rick thought he had had enough, he told him to stick his ass over the side of the boat and let it out. "Let it out real slow," Rick told him, "and jerk your cock as you're doing it." The guy did as he was told, and the look of ecstasy on his face told us he really enjoyed it. Rick did each of them that way, and then it was my turn. He filled me up, and I filled him up before I released the water inside me. We both jerked our cocks, had orgasms, but didn't shoot cum. The four slaves were watching us, and they expressed their surprise that we didn't shoot. I explained the whole thing to them, and they were amazed. One of them said I'd make a great slave. Everyone laughed. Back on deck, we gave them sunscreen to apply to one another. One of them got hard and looked at me like he expected a slap. I gently rubbed his cock, instead, and he shot a small load onto my leg. He jumped down, apologizing profusely, and licked it off. "Suck his cock for him while you're down there," Rick told the kid, and he did. I took off my ball and chain so I wouldn't choke the poor guy. He knew how to handle a PA like he'd done it many times before. Once again, I orgasmed but didn't shoot. In fact, I stayed rock hard. One of the other guys asked if he could touch my cock, and the other three gasped. Apparently, he was being way too forward with a master. I told him sure, and he gently touched the ring. I could tell they were all curious, so I told the other three to take turns playing with it. It was extremely stimulating to me, of course, but I was kind of pretending I was just doing them a favor. With the third guy, I climaxed again, and he jumped back like he had hurt me or something. Again, it was a dry come, but since I had already come several times in a short period, it was extremely intense. What happened was my body became very tense and almost rigid, my cock bounced with each contraction, and my hips involuntarily jerked like I was fucking. "I want somebody's ass," I said, "and I want the rest of you to watch and jerk yourselves off." Since those guys rarely got to come, I wanted them to enjoy themselves fully while I was their "master." The guy I picked was about my size in height but nowhere nearly as well developed muscularly as I was. I made him lie on his back, and he immediately pulled up his legs to give me full access to his hole. I wasn't interested in just sticking it in, though, without some preliminaries. I rimmed his ass and sucked his balls. I rubbed the spot between his nut sack and his hole, and he came just from that. I used his cum to lube up my dick, and then I entered him. I lasted a lot longer than I sometimes did, and the boy came a second time with a loud moan. Finally, I got ready to shoot. I plunged into him all the way and released my semen. I pulled out carefully and told the others to clean us up. It was quite a scene, and they all seemed to enjoy the hell out of it. The rest of the trip proceeded just about like the others had, except that there was a definite divide between masters and slaves. The slaves were gradually given more freedom to talk and to socialize with the masters, and one of them even called me "Kevin" once, without saying "Master." He got his butt kicked, albeit rather gently, by Kyle. Everybody loved snorkelling, fishing, camping out on islands, and just lazing about in the sun. The slaves got really good tans pretty quickly, but only after Rick administered his magic suntan potion to them. Josh and Kyle spent a good bit of time by themselves, leaving Rick and me to entertain their boys. I wanted all eight people on board to participate, but that didn't seem to be the way Josh and Kyle wanted it. It turned out all the slaves were rather accomplished people. J-a, whose real name was Ray, was actually a doctor. He got up every ordinary morning, went to work as a resident in cardiology at a hospital, took care of sick people, saved lives, and then came home to be treated like a slave. J-b was in hospital administration; his name was Terry, and he was probably my favorite of a very likeable lot. K-a was, like his master, a nurse, but he had a master's degree in nursing and was a nurse-practitioner; Kyle was simply a nurse. K-b was the youngest of the lot at twenty years old, and he was an undergraduate pre-med major. K-a was really Don, and K-b was Jason. Ray was the oldest at thirty, and Jason was the youngest. The rest were between them in age. Being medical types, none of them smoked, at least not openly. Rick and I lit up whenever we wanted to, of course, and I often noticed Don (K-a) looking longingly at me smoking. One day when we were alone, I offered him a cigarette, and he accepted it gratefully. He told me he smoked every day at work or out of their house, but he never lit up in front of the others. What a weird arrangement they had, I thought. Jamaica presented what I thought would be a real challenge. I hadn't seen any of the slaves in anything that even remotely resembled clothes, but they obviously couldn't go ashore buck naked. Apparently the masters had thought of that contingency, and they produced four pairs of identical shorts, very short and very revealing in the bulge department, and four half tee shirts when we landed in Jamaica. They went ashore, and Rick and I stayed on the boat, promising to meet up with them that night for dinner and an evening out, as usual. Once they were on shore, Rick said to me, "This is blowing your mind, isn't it?" "Not really," I said, honestly. "I mean, I'm not interested in being anybody's slave, but I think I'm beginning to understand the dynamics of the relationships that they have with one another." "Yeah, but you haven't seen the 'training' they put these guys through. It can get very rough." "I'm sure you're right. But they're nice guys." "If you had your choice between spending a week with these guys and a week with the spermlets that were with us when the pirates got us, which would you choose?" "Oh, those other guys. No question. But this is a part of gay life, and I'm glad to have some contact with it." "That's pretty astute of you. I knew I liked you for some reason." He grabbed me then, kissed me deeply, and we made passionate love on the deck. When we were through and thoroughly recovered from our tryst, I asked, "Do you think we need something to liven up the evenings? They've been pretty dull, I think." Not counting that night, we had three more nights on board to go, and I thought everyone could use some diversion. Rick thought for a moment. "Like what?" "Well, some games. I can always come up with sex games." Rick chuckled. "I know that's true," he said, rubbing my head. "You're a smart little son of a bitch, you know that?" "Yep. I caught you, didn't I?" He was dead silent. He looked at me lovingly. "That's about the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me." He was dead serious. "And you know what?" "What?" "I actually meant it." "Come here, you." He grabbed me and kissed me long, wet, and hard. He was my man; he knew it, and I knew it. We met up with the guys in Kingston that night and had a pretty good time with them. Several of them had been to Kingston before, so it wasn't an "oh, wow" experience for most of them, but it was still fun. Getting drunk is almost never not fun. We all got back to the boat in one piece, and that was a good thing. The next day we did the fishing/swimming/sailing about thing, as usual, but, that night, I took over the entertainment. The first contest I announced was a cock duel. Two guys had to try to make each other come without touching except with their cocks. We agreed that everyone would be an equal for this game, and we put names in my baseball cap. I pulled out the first name, and that guy got to pull the second name. It turned out to be two slaves, J-b and K-b. I explained the rules: they had to start off soft and only touch each other with their dicks. The last guy to come was the winner. My first inclination was to put money on a guy and then watch the betting get higher. But I was dealing with a group of people who had a whole different economy than most, so I started the betting at five minutes of getting to do whatever you wanted to do with whomever you wanted to do it with, no questions asked. I bet on J-b, since he was the guy I liked best of that pair, and the betting started right away. The two guys in competition took it pretty seriously, even though they weren't allowed to bet on themselves or their opponent. J-b won that first round, and K-b cussed up a blue streak when he lost by coming all over the place. We all laughed at him, and he took it good-naturedly. The next drawing pitted Rick against Josh. Rick, of course, knew how to orgasm without shooting cum, so he won handily. I bet heavily on Rick, and I won. The next round pitted J-a against Kyle. Kyle won, but I thought it was a little unfair since J-a (Ray) had more built-up cum than Kyle did. They were the same age, though, so that factor was minimized. Anyway, I didn't bet on that round. Next up was me against K-a. I beat him in record time, but I hadn't gotten to bet. Rick bet on me, of course, but not enough to top my bet on him. I ended up winning the competition for the night, and I was a little embarrassed for winning, since the whole thing had been my idea. I had forty minutes with any guy I wanted, and I chose J-a. We had to do our thing in front of the others, and they were encouraged to jerk off, if the need presented itself. Rick was the time-keeper. I started off making him hard by kissing him, sucking his nipples, sucking his cock, doing all the things you would ordinarily do to make a guy hard. Then I told him I wanted his ass. He got on all fours in front of me, but I wanted him on his back. He complied when I moved him into that position, and I dove right in. I spat on my cock to lube it up a little, but I drove it home with nothing more than that. I fucked him for a full thirty-five minutes, and I dry-came something like six times. Finally, when Rick was counting down the seconds, I shoved my cock into him and unloaded a huge wad of cum. The friction of my abs on his cock made him come twice, and he came a third time when I did the last time. We all had drinks after that game, and Josh told me he thought they would be playing that again. Every night I managed to come up with a new sex game, such as who can come the fastest, who can come the slowest, who can shoot the farthest, etc. I excluded myself from several of those games that didn't require one-on-one contact, and I offered an erotic massage as the prize. Rick never won, although I knew he could have if he had tried, but he wanted to make our guests happy. I ended up massaging both masters and my favorite, J-a. A lot of semen splashed onto the vinyl mat we kept on deck for that purpose, and everyone seemed to have a hell of a good time.