Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2012 20:34:59 +0000
From: g d <wheels-on-fire@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Ship Master's Boy - Chapter 2

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The Ship Master's Boy - Chapter 2

The sun had climbed higher in the sky casting more shadows into the ship
Master's cabin. He stood with his back to the window making he features
vague.  His posture told me he was not happy. He held his back straight and
his shoulders level. "Strip." His one worded command I had heard many times
in first few months I served him.  I kicked off my boots, slipped my
breaches, loosened the cuffs of my shirt and removed that and folded them
roughly, placing them on the iron bound chest. Naked, I shivered; it was
never warm on board.  "Place your palms in the middle of the table and lean
over it. You will get one for each year of your life. If you continue to be
a slow learner, you will get beaten harder, longer." He kept his voice
level. I raced to obey. I leaned over his table of charts, placed my hands
firmly on the table. I knew this was going to hurt, but if I disobeyed, it
would hurt much more. He moved up close and reached over my back, between
his hands he held a strap of course hempen rope, thick as my wrist and aged
by the sea. I opened my jaw and the course fibre was pulled harshly back to
rub against my stretched lips. "Keep quiet." A direction we both knew I
wouldn't follow. He retreated back a pace to give himself the space to
strike. In his hand he held a thick band of hard waxed leather.

Thwt! The first strike landed. I grunted. It didn't hurt first time but the
surprise was there.

Thwt! The second was a little bellow the first, overlapping slightly. My
ass began to warm and tingle.

Thwt! Thwt! Two landed in quick succession. I flexed my fingers in to the
table hoping to force the pain out of me and into the wood bellow my damp
palms.

Thwt! ... He paused. I flinched. Anticipation at this time held me
quivering. I had survived the first 15 and new I was on the home run with
only a few left to go.

Thwt! "Umph!" I twisted on my heels, the charts crumpled under me. I was
covered in a light sheen of perspiration. I focused on a knot of wood and
braced myself. Flinching while he paused. Thwt! Thwt! Thwt! Three in quick
succession had me hopping between feet. I would not let my hands leave the
table, I would not be able to endure another turn, let alone the remaining
two. "Feel good boy?"  He asked and chucked to himself. I didn't
answer. The last two he used his full force on my red cheeks. The corners
of my eyes were moist. His hand touched my ass. His dry fingers were alike
sandpaper as they caressed my burning behind. He patted it twice, causing
more pain "Good boy." He reached in front of me and pulled the rope from my
mouth. I had clamped my jaw to it and felt it pop when the rope was
removed. I worked my jaw back and forth and tentatively moved my hand to my
behind, feeling the heat but expecting there to be blood.  There wasn't and
the red would leave before long however the stinging would continue.

He cleared his throat. I turned on my heel and kneeled. "Thank you Sir" I
said and kissed his feet. I looked up at his shaded face and saw a smile,
he ruffled my hair, the one token of affection that is worth the suffering
for me.

"Now, why did those lad's get to come before me boy? Do you think that is
right?"

"No sir." I looked down ashamed.

"Well, get to it." He rolled the top of his breeches down and his cock
flopped down. It was in its semi level of alertness, the beating had
aroused him. I Carefully took his cherished knob in my mouth and swished my
tongue around his cock head, flicking my tongue at the lips of his
foreskin. I circled my goal and pushed his loose skin back to tickle the
spot where his skin meets the shaft. His weight shifted to the back of his
feet as he slouched back to enjoy the sensations I was applying to his
cock. I rocked backwards, allowing the skin to follow me before moving back
in. I rocked back and forth, getting further to the base of his cock as I
could. His cock was cleaner than the other sailors' cocks I had satisfied
earlier. I could attest to that. I rocked forward so that his cock head
rested at the back of my throat and popped into the cavity at the back. I
knew this would give him amazing sensations as I masturbated his cock with
my throat. I grappled with the band of his breaches and pulled them down a
little so my hands would have access to his balls. They were heavy in the
warm supple sack. With my nose in his pubes I breathed in and concentrated
on the manly aromas that filled my senses. With his cock down my throat I
felt like I was desperately close to being at one with him. I fondled his
balls, pulling them hard, he responded by thrusting his cock hard into
me. I still was unable to accommodate this invasion and gagged, forcing
saliva up around his cock. The contracting throat muscles seemed to benefit
him in contradiction to the panic that raised inside me as I felt cut off
and choked. He eased back, I quickly inhaled and went back to lathering his
cock in more of my saliva. I felt his balls rise in his sack. Were I a more
obedient boy, I would have pulled them down hard, prolonging his pleasure,
but I'm selfish and wanted this ordeal to be over. I reached up and jacked
his mast whilst using my lips to massage the head. As soon as the first
rope filled my mouth I swallowed. I swallowed and sucked, getting rid of
the fresh cum before it would have time to congeal and go thick. When his
cock ran dry he pushed me off. "Easy boy!" He said. It is sensitive after
he comes.

"What's this? Messy boy." He says, lifting his boot up and pressing the
dome into my cock. It is hard and leaking. He collects a good amount of
precum on his boot and directs me to lick it off. I lean down presenting to
him my pink cheeks and start lapping at the boot. I lap my slime off of
him, he turns his boot, as if to ensure I get all of the precum off and to
extend my humiliation further.

The door rattles as someone tries to open in. The ship Master sighs and
flips his cock back into his breeches. "Dress." He commands me. I'm
thankful that the same of my kneeling nakedness isn't to be shared with
another shipmate today.  The door is knocked again and pushed again,
indicating the urgency of the sailor on the other side. I have barley got
my other boot on when the door opens and the ship's boy is at the
door. "The Captain request's your audience Sir." The ship Master nods and
the boy runs to the ladder to the levels bellow.

"Get on the table and kneel there until I return." He says to me. I obey
and he leaves for the Captain's summons. Below I hear a hive of activity as
sailors begin running about the decks. Something is happening. The ship
jerks as it is turned away from the wind. The sails fill with the breeze
and the ship picks up speed.  Something is wrong.

... To Be Continued...



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