Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2018 09:09:46 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 101 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 101 By the time we met for a bite at lunchtime the other four had heard that Prince was back, and that he and Graham were boyfriends. Every bell boy I saw had a wider smile than usual: the family were all together again. News filtered to Charlie and the As by the middle of the afternoon so that by the time the 12 of us sat down to eat at 2000 we were a very cheerful bunch. Beer helped the telling of Prince's story and by 2100 we had all shared to some extent in his trauma. For the first time ever Sir came into the canteen while we were still sitting talking. "I just wanted to see how you were, Prince, but from the look of you you're recovering well." "Yes, thank you, Sir. I'm so grateful you were willing to take me back. Patrick has put me off games for 2 weeks, so I'm not pulling my weight, but I will as soon as he lets me." Sir smiled. "Patrick is being very sensible. Besides, we don't want to give clients the wrong idea. Do you know what happened to Alan two years ago?" Prince nodded. "Well, anyone seeing bruising like you have might think that's what's being offered, and I'm not having that." "No, Sir, nor am I." "Well then, the only sex you're going to be allowed is with Graham. Be gentle with him, Graham, won't you." And with splendid exit line that Sir went, and left the two of them open-mouthed. "Did you tell him?" Graham asked me. "No, of course not, but we all know that Sir knows everything. And to be fair, anyone can tell just by looking at the two of you." That night the two of them pushed the two beds in Cabin 2 together. It had taken three weeks for three new couples to form. After breakfast the next morning Tim took me aside. "They were really sweet last night." "Just like Charlie and I were, I expect, or you and Sam." "Yes, but when Sam and I were being tender with each other I was inside the picture and couldn't see - last night Sam and I just watched two kids, oblivious of us and the rest of the world, just being two kids in love." I smiled. I'd been there too. ***** Apart from Prince's return the crossing was uneventful. We got lots of business and made a useful amount of money. Interestingly Prince was approached by three different clients, but when I made the contact and told them that Prince wasn't available none of them was interested in having another boy, even when I said that we offered a wide range of talents and skin colours. I wasn't bothered by this: indeed it reinforced the wisdom of having what we still thought of in those days as a black boy on the payroll. He would be back earning soon enough. Sir had wired Inspector Grant as soon as we had left New York, and had received a wire back asking for another meeting in Southampton. At the 0915 meeting three days out from Southampton he asked Prince and me to stay behind. That meeting went on a bit, because Nigel and Javid had to report on a particularly hot session with two Greek passengers, both in their early twenties, whose interests had been fully met - more than once - over an afternoon session lasting three hours. There had also been a report for Vincent about an interesting hour with a boy (Bobby) only a bit older than Micky. Of Bobby's accompanying adult - who had made the arrangement with me - there had been no sign. It was very strange (as had been some of the boy's interests: these had been discussed while the two of them were resting between orgasms, but Vincent had not been willing to provide them. I asked him privately what those interests had been, and my guess turned out to be right. It was crazy that beyond-piss esoterica were not catered for, and I resolved to consult Tim about how we might remedy that failing. I was pretty sure he would agree with me). When at last the session was over and the others had gone Sir told Prince what had happened while he had been missing. "This Inspector Grant is handling the British end of things, but when we saw him in Southampton 10 days ago we all agreed that there wasn't much chance of finding you, or Edward. Now that's all changed. I want the two of you to come with me to meet him. Patrick knows the drill. Prince, you are to tell the absolute truth to Inspector Grant - well, almost. We've told Grant that we thought Edward must have seen you in the elevator and made an improper advance to you. You were young and foolish - well, that's true enough - and were lured by his offer of money, and went off with him." Prince looked at Sir. "It's true I was stupid, Sir, but I'm not so stupid as to give our game away. I like what we do far too much to put that at risk. Besides, I've got Graham to think about now." No more needed to be said. Sir smiled. "Yes, I know. I trust you, Prince. You've been through a horrible experience and I'm sure it's taught you a huge lesson. I don't mean that nastily - what I mean is that you strike me as a mature boy who will learn from the things that life throws at him. And not just Edward, but Graham as well. Patrick knows that I am very fond of all of you, and having another couple makes me happy." Sir needed a moment before he went on. "Be at the foot of the gangway at 1000 in two days. Patrick, tell him the drill please." The result of the conversation I had with Tim about esoteric requirements was as I'd expected. "They all said they weren't interested even if you charged $100." "What about you?" I said, "what if you or I are OK and we keep the $100. Sir needn't know." He took about five seconds to think about it. "I'm happy with that, but what if Sir finds out? He's surprised us a few times already with things we thought were secret. Remember Micky." I had to agree - Sir's network of spies was nothing if not efficient. Tim said, "does Sir ever meet the clients nowadays?" I said that I did all that, and that Sir kept out of it. "In that case Sir will have no idea who the clients are - say if he meets them about the ship." "So?" "So a client won't come up to him and say 'that $200 was well spent', or something like that." "Why $200?" "Because that's what you'll charge and Sir gets $100. You and I keep the rest. It won't happen often, after all." I said I thought it would work nicely and that I would inform Sir the next day, but only after the others had gone. I then went to see Bobby. When the door was opened the same man was there, as was Bobby. This might be awkward, I thought, but since it was highly unlikely that Bobby's desires were unknown to the man I decided to plough on regardless. "When Vincent came yesterday there were things Bobby wanted which Vincent couldn't provide. That's because we need notice of any unusual needs, and unfortunately Vincent had no notice." While precisely true it didn't explain Vincent's unwillingness, but they weren't to know that. "Can I be more specific? I think we can meet Bobby's desires," and I smiled nicely. Bobby and the man - whose name and relationship to Bobby I still didn't know - looked at each other. "Go on, Bobby, ask him. I don't mind." At last we were getting somewhere. "I want to have the boy piss on me and I want to piss on him." He hesitated, so in order to encourage him I said that that was not all that unusual, but the boy had to be able to piss, thus advance warning was needed. "I see," said the man "that makes sense, Bobby." Bobby nodded - he had had time to think about the next bit. He plucked up his courage, encouraged by a nod from the man. "I like shit too," he said very quickly. "That's fine too," I said, "but what is it you want, Bobby? I won't be shocked, you know." "I want him to shit on me." "And do you want to shit on him as well? And play around with it?" Bobby nodded, going very red. I explained that there was a charge for this. "If the boy is coming for an hour there's the usual $80. Piss is $30 extra and shit is $200 extra. It sounds a lot, but the boy will not be able to have any other client for at least 24 hours. However much you shower it takes a long time for the smell to wear off. We don't mind too much, but the next client might. If you want shit we don't charge extra for piss - that's part of the shit deal. So an hour with one of us and Billy, doing the things we've talked about, will be $280. Because we'll both need to let things build up down there it can't be until tomorrow afternoon. Is that OK with you?" I looked at the man - he would be coughing up a lot of money for innocent little Bobby to get his shit kicks. "Please, Uncle." Uncle - if it were the right word - didn't have to think for long. "Of course, sweetie," he said. "Someone will be here at 2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Bobby, don't piss after 1 o'clock, and don't shit at all until then. Is that OK?" Bobby nodded eagerly. "I went this morning, but I'll hold it in until then, Patrick." Good," and I went away with $280 in my hand. I found Tim and explained all this to him. He was all for doing scissors-paper-stone, but I knew he was more likely to be turned on than I was. We'd once experimented with such things when we were about 12 and although we'd both enjoyed it he was always keener to repeat it - we never had the chance, alas - than I had been. "Call it my half-birthday present to you," I said. It was 28 May, so we would be exactly 16 ½ the next day. "But I've got nothing for you," he said. "Then you've got 36 hours to think of something." ***** [Not everybody will wish to hear Tim's meeting described in full technicolour, so I shall post the relevant paragraphs elsewhere under Nifty's "Urination" section with the title "Queen Mary Scat Games with Bobby".] ***** Just after 1500 the following afternoon Tim put his head round the door of Cabin 1, and I had a good sniff. "You'll do," I said, "now tell me all about it." Twenty minutes later, when he had finished his story (and got my agreement that we might explore the matter further ourselves) he said he'd given a lot of thought to the present he was going to give me. "When we were 14 or 15 I'd have fixed up some sex thing - you being fucked by Sam and me, or something like that. But we're older now and besides, your getting fucked by Sam isn't something all that special any more." "Still nice though," I said quietly. Tim grinned. "You're telling me. No, I thought a better present was this. You and I were given a huge lifeline by Father Corrigan - we both know that, but rarely a day goes by without my remembering it, and mentally thanking the old bugger. You were always the leader, in Liverpool and here, and I've always been happy with that. You're the one who had the idea of getting into Charlie's trousers, and I know that a day doesn't go by when you don't thank your lucky stars. You're the one who had the idea that we ought to recruit other boys, and you're the one who brought Sam into my life. You're the one who brought the As together. You're the one who got Nigel and Javid to find each other, and Graham and Prince. That makes you the best and most important fucking person in my life, and if I don't stop right now I'm going to cry." We hugged tightly. I couldn't have had a nicer present. ***** When we got to Southampton Prince and I were ready in our smartest uniforms. At 0955 we had a piss, checked that our caps were on properly, and went down the crew gangway. Sir was at the bottom. "Come on, we're in the same room." When we arrived Inspector Grant was already there. He strode forward and shook Prince's hand. "You must be Prince. It's wonderful to have you safely back." Prince hadn't expected to be greeted as a hero, rather than a miscreant. He mumbled a 'thank you' and we sat down. Coffee appeared, as before, and when it was poured Grant said his piece. "I need the facts, Prince. Mr Corrigan has given me the outline of what happened, but if my American colleagues are going to find these people they will need the details." I had briefed Prince pretty carefully, and he told his story well. After 20 minutes Grant asked a few questions and when he was satisfied he told Sir that he would make a full report to the FBI. "They will probably meet Queen Mary in New York, and you'll have to tell your story all over again. Try to stick to the truth, Prince. It's always easy to exaggerate when you have to tell a story for the third time. Mr Corrigan: was what Prince said today essentially the same story that he told you when he came aboard in New York?" Sir assured him that it was. "Good. That means that Prince isn't embellishing it with each telling - that's something that's very common. Stick to it like glue, Prince. The FBI will grill you harder than I've done, because they will have the job of finding these people. It can't be easy for a boy your age to answer police questions, but you've done very well. Patrick has prepared you thoroughly, I'm sure. Did I blush?" A bit, maybe. "That's all I need," said Grant. "Thank you for your help. With luck we may have enough to find them." He shook hands with all three of us and left. We were left to think about what would happen next. "Was I OK?" said Prince. Sir told him that he had never had any doubt that he would say all the right things. "Just do the same in New York." ***** The journey westwards was busy. Tim and I fared less well, no doubt because younger flesh was being displayed. The five younger ones clocked up 23 hours of daytime business and two overnights. We oldies managed a mere 5 hours between us. Nothing overly exciting took place with passengers. I did a fair amount of work organising the midsummer orgy which was taking shape nicely. Invitations had been issued and accepted. It would take place a week or two before midsummer itself because we were due to spend an extra day in New York the next visit but one in just over two weeks. Passengers would disembark as usual but none would board until the following day. I didn't really understand why - Sir explained that Cunard had to comply with some legal thing requiring the ship to be inspected or something - but it meant that there would be no-one (apart from crew) on board for one glorious night in early June. Several of us intended to put that night to good use, and it promised to be another night to remember. ***** When we arrived at New York two men came on board as soon as the main gangway was on and showed FBI badges to the crewmen. They asked to be taken to Sir's office. A few minutes later one of the crewmen came to find me, telling me to collect Prince and for both of us to go to Sir immediately. When we got there Sir explained that the men were senior detectives who had been told by the US authorities to get a statement from Prince about exactly what had happened to him. "They're not here to deal with you, Prince, but if they're to catch this Edward person they need your help. So sit down, and answer their questions as fully and honestly as you can." Prince nodded: this was what we'd expected.. "Tell us what happened, kid." He told them that he'd been smuggled off the ship by Edward, driven for two hours, locked up, raped and beaten. They asked him how he'd met Edward and why he'd agreed to leave Queen Mary with him. Prince told the story we'd agreed - true all but for what happened immediately after Edward's first contact in the elevator. They asked him for details about the drive - had Prince known which direction they were going - and the farm. Prince of course had no idea. All he knew was that he'd been rescued by a woman called Sarah a few miles from a place called Hawley in Pennsylvania. They probed him carefully about how far the farm had been from Hawley, but all Prince could tell them was that he guessed he covered 15 or 20 miles without coming to a road. They then made him describe the farm building. After about an hour they thanked him. "Well done, kid, that can't have been easy." The senior one turned to Sir. "Mr Corrigan, your boy's given us a deal of information, and we ought to be able to pin down the area, and with luck there won't be more than a handful of farms there. With the description he gave us, especially of the room he was kept in, we should find the right place. If, and it's a big if, we find the perpetrators there - this guy calling himself Edward and the thug who drove you and beat you - we'll nail them. The thing is, we'll need Prince to give evidence. Will you help us?" Sir looked at Prince. "Do you want to nail these men, Prince?" Prince stood up. "Yes, Sir, I most certainly do." The FBI men shook Sir's hand and I was told to escort them off the ship. I hadn't said a word throughout the whole business, but I had to find out one thing. "I'm Patrick Mulloy," I said, "and I'm Prince's immediate boss. When do you think the trial might be?" "Well, Mr Mulloy, I don't rightly know, but it won't be for some months. If we find these guys we have to prepare a case and they have to be given time to mount a defence. My guess is 6 to 9 months. But you'll get plenty of notice, and we'll make arrangements for Prince and whoever has to accompany him to be looked after once you leave Queen Mary." It was time for me to shake hands before they went off down the gangway. "Good luck," I shouted. The senior one waved back. "Thanks." (It was actually a year before we heard that there would be a trial. There's a lot to tell you about before we get there though.) After the cops had gone we had about two hours before the passengers started to board. Sir had asked me to come back to his office after I'd escorted the FBI off the ship. I found Prince still there when I got back. "Now that you're both here I want to look at Prince's back to make sure it's healed. Take off your uniform and let's see." Prince took off his jacket. "Everything, Prince, please." Prince grinned - was he to get a Sir special to test his fitness for duty? Sir and I both had a good look at his back. The scars were still visible, but seemed to have healed. I ran my finger gently along one. "Does that hurt?" "No, Patrick. I can feel it, but it isn't painful." I rubbed a bit harder. "No, that's fine," he said, "what does it look like?" Sir said that his skin was still raw-looking, but it was much better than it had been two weeks earlier. "If you feel ready to resume your full duties I think we can let you," he said. "Remember though that you've only had one client. Don't let the next one make such an impression." Prince smiled. "There's no danger of that - I won't make that mistake again. Patrick knows how much Graham means to me, and he's the most important thing in my life. I'm not going to mess that up." "I'm sure you won't," said Sir. Prince stood there, naked and proud. He was beautiful, his ebony skin glowing with youthful health. Graham was bloody lucky, I thought, but then so were all of us, Prince too. If Sir hadn't been there I'd have been kneeling in front of him sucking hungrily. The dignities had to be preserved - it was fine for me to suck Prince's cock when Sir wasn't around (just as it had been fine for Sir to do the same without any of the rest of us present), but not here, not now. I think all three of us were sorry when Prince put his uniform on again. Still, there would be plenty of opportunities for me as Queen Mary sailed on. As we left Sir's office I asked Prince what he wanted to do before we went on duty. It was 1130 and we were due to eat at 1230 before manning the pumps from 1300. "You were looking at me as though you wanted to play," he said. "Yes. The part of me that's your bell captain wants to make sure you're fit for service, and that you haven't forgotten your skills; the part of me that's just horny Patrick Mulloy who is mightily turned on by that cock of yours just wants - well, you know what I want." Prince grinned. "That's exactly what it wants too." Cabin 1 was witness to our meeting these objectives. He was out of his uniform in seconds, his cock already hard, and I was naked a few seconds later. He moved to the bed but I said, "no - stand like you did in Sir's.". I don't know why I wanted to kneel before him, but I know that I did. Just this once - welcoming him back, perhaps - I didn't need to be bell captain. His cock was worth worshipping, so that's what I did. I gave him a first class blow job (though we didn't call it that back then) and he rewarded me with a very copious load. Several jets of spunk poured into my mouth, spunk which tasted unlike any other. Musky, exotic, memorable. "How many days' worth was that?" I asked. "Just since last night. Is it more than you were expecting?" I assured him that what he conjured up was more than the rest of them were likely to produce in 18 hours. He grinned. "The passengers will get most of the benefit." "Keep some for the rest of us," I said. After a pause - we were lying together on the bed by this time - I said it was good to have him back. Was he beginning to put it all behind him? He said simply that without Graham he didn't know how he would cope. "We talk a lot - you and Tim must have been the same with your boyfriends when it was all new - and he's so patient. When I remember what they did to me I start to shake, and he just holds me and says he loves me." I said that Graham had been desolate during the two weeks. "Yes, I know. He's told me and I feel a shit about it. But it happened, and it can't unhappen." We were silent for several minutes. "Come on," I said, "let's get some fresh air." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 102 as we enjoy the midsummer orgy. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing last year, 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. ===============================================================================