Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2018 08:35:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 96 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 96 "Come on," I said when the champagne had all gone, "we have a lot to talk about." Jack and Robin got up, and seven boys' eyes were drawn to the meagreness of the material used by the tailor of their trousers, now doing nothing to disguise what lay within. "Thank you for the champagne," I said, "we'll talk tomorrow." Jack said that the two of them would hope to do more than talk. "Let's see," said Charlie, and the three of them started to clear the table. The rest of us were naked in Cabin 1 less that three minutes later. "That's the return crossing almost complete. Has it lived up to your expectations?" Without exception they are nodded - I had expected nothing less. "Quite a few things have cropped up that I need to talk about - things which clients might want, that is. It's up to each of you whether you are willing to do those things. I know you're all happy - keen, let's agree - to be fucked and so on. As far as I know you're all happy with piss? Is that right?" I had had piss sessions with Graham and Nigel, and each of the others had reported on a piss session with a client or with another bell boy, but I wanted each of them to be open about how keen they were. Javid said, "it was weird the first time, but I love it. Having someone's piss on my body makes me really hard." "Is that how you all feel?" I said, and was given the answer I expected. "OK, let's go a step further. Who's had somebody piss up their arse - it's called pissfucking?" George said that he'd been expecting Marcus to pissfuck him, but it hadn't happened. "Have you ever been pissfucked?" asked Tim. Vincent said "only by me. We've done each other once or twice." "Did you enjoy it?" asked Javid. Both of them nodded. "Do any of you want to try it?" I asked. "Doing it, or having it done to me?" said Nigel. "Either. We've all got champagne in us, so we're all a bit tiddly. This might be as good a time as any to experiment." Bell boys looked at each other. Nigel turned to Javid, "shall we try?" Javid didn't hesitate. So that was settled. "Not yet, though," I said, "it's best if you wait until you really need to go." "There's more," I said. "You all saw Nigel with his hand up Graham's arse when Micky was here - that's called fisting. Some of you have seen Tim and me doing it. It's not easy, but once you've worked it out it gives a whole load of feelings you don't get any other way. I'm not going to let any of you be fisted by a client - the risk is too great if there's no-one there to stop it if things go wrong. But sometimes a client may want to be fisted by the sexy elevator boy he's been drooling over, and you have to know what to do. So first, does anyone find the whole idea a turn-off?" No surprise to hear no-one admitting that. "Good. Tomorrow night it will be too early for any of us have clients, so tomorrow night is lesson time. There are two pairs of experienced fisters, so you'll all have a close-up view." "I've two last things. Jack and Robin are clearly keen to get to know us, and any fool can see that we're just as keen too. Charlie, Tim and I will try to talk to them tomorrow - there's a bit less work in the galley on port days - and see what's what. The last thing is something you must keep an even bigger secret that what we all do for Sir. No talking about it outside your cabin. OK?" All five eager newcomers nodded. "There is a group of men who do the same things that we do for passengers who want sex with men, rather than boys. Alan and Andrew joined that group when we left New York." It wasn't news to any of them. "What you don't know is that some of these men like to play with boys, and from time to time we get together for an orgy. The plan is to have one at midsummer, in seven weeks time. I'm not saying any more about it, because it takes quite a bit of planning, but I can guarantee that you'll love it." "The As have each had a client on the crossing," said Nigel, "but they didn't tell us the details." Charlie and Sam had joined us by then, and they put in their tuppence-worth. "The orgies are amazing," said Sam. "They're in the pool long after it's been closed for the night. All kinds of things happen, and all kinds of men join us. You won't believe it." Charlie nodded. "Sam's one of the star performers," he said, "all those magic inches." Tim grinned. "I'm fairly sure each of those 8 inches is bigger than an inch now," he said, "it must be working on the Bridge." "I need to piss," said Javid. Sam and Charlie looked surprised: usually boys just went and pissed without advertising the fact. Tim explained that pissfucking had been under discussion earlier. "Ah. We know how to do that, so we'll sit this one out," said Sam, "go and enjoy yourselves." The seven of us went to the showers. "Are you happy for Javid to do it, Nigel?" A silly question, but I had to ask. "On your hands and knees then. You can pissfuck in other positions, but learn the technique before you try any fancy stuff. Get it hard, Javid," I said. In the exciting circumstances that didn't take long, indeed all seven of us were pretty much primed for action. Javid got into position behind Nigel and gently entered his boyfriend's arse. "All the way," said Tim, "you need to fill him right up." Nigel was smiling happily: he would be smiling a lot more happily in a minute or two. "Now piss," I said. Nothing happened. "Lesson 1," said Tim, "is that it's a fucking sight harder to piss when you're up someone's arse than you think it is. Your cock's got to be hard to get it in, but it isn't easy to piss when it's hard. Besides, your brain knows it's 'wrong' to piss up someone's arse, so you have to give yourself time to think about it. That took a minute to say, Javid, and you should be able to piss now." Javid's face was serious, then suddenly a smile broke out. At the same time Nigel said "oh God, I can feel it. It's hot ... wow!" "Keep on pissing, Javid, don't stop whatever happens," Tim said. Javid didn't expect the huge gush of piss that flew backwards out of Nigel's arse, soaking his belly and thighs. "Keep on," Tim reminded him. Javid kept on and the gush subsided to a mere torrent. "I need to piss," wailed Nigel. "Don't you dare," I said, "that's the whole point, you pissfuck Javid as soon as he stops." 20 minutes later all seven of us were nicely showered and ready for bed. George and Vincent had offered to perform next, but I suggested that Graham should take George's place. "You two know what it's about, so one of you should partner Graham." Vincent and Graham occupied the floor next. When they'd finished I said to Vincent, "you choose, Tim or me." Vincent didn't hesitate. "Tim, he's more my age." When we were drying after the shower I asked whether they had all enjoyed this exciting new experience. When they all said they had I knew pissfucking would be an important part of the midsummer orgy. "Can't wait" was the general response. ***** Port days were different. I told them when they would have time off duty while passengers were getting off before the new lot came on. "I want us all outside the Purser's Office at 1215. Eat at 1145. There's no 0915 meeting, so be in the elevators until 1015. Then you're free to go where you like as there won't be any passengers, but keep away from the staterooms because the stewards are having their busiest day. Tim will be around if there's any problem, but I don't imagine there will be." As soon as breakfast was finished I went to see Sir, as smartly turned out as I could manage. "Sit down, Patrick. We've to meet these people at 1030, so be back here at 1015. Leave the talking to me unless you're asked a direct question. If you feel you have something useful to say nudge my leg or something. I'll try to get the chairs so that we are one side of a desk and they're the other." "How may will there be?" "I've no idea. We must just use our wits, but you, Patrick, are not short of those." He smiled. "How are you enjoying being a Bell Captain?" I said that the extra power was in danger of going to my head, but luckily Charlie applied a daily dose of common sense. "You're lucky, you know, Patrick." I said that that was the thing I prized more than anything else. "Do you remember how cross you were when the photograph of all of us had to be taken again, back before the maiden voyage?" He thought about it. "Yes, some boy moved, didn't he?" "It wasn't 'some boy', it was Charlie, and he moved because Alan groped his arse. Charlie was disgusted. If that hadn't happened I wouldn't have set myself the challenge of getting inside his trousers." "And instead he got inside your soul." We were both silent. "Back here at 1015 then." When Sir and I got to the Terminal we were directed to a room on the second floor. There was a desk and six chairs. Before whoever it was came Sir and I quickly put two chairs close together at the side of the desk with our backs to the window, and two of the other chairs opposite. We left the other chairs against the wall. "When you're running a meeting always have your back to the window," he said, "it gives you an advantage. And don't put out more chairs than you need. If more people turn up then they should move the chairs while you sit and wait. Advantage again." I hadn't expected to learn such useful management tricks that morning. A few minutes later two men and a woman were ushered in by a uniformed Cunard person. "Would you like coffee?" he said. Four adults nodded. "Five," said Sir, "thank you." A third chair was brought up and the three of them sat facing us. "Thank you for agreeing to see us, Mr Corrigan. My name is Frank Thomas, and my colleagues are Inspector Graves from the CID and Miss Miles. She and I are Foreign Office officials." Sir said that he was grateful to them for agreeing to come to Southampton, and he and I would be free until 1400. "I hope we can give you all the help we can before then. Beside me is Bell Captain Patrick Mulloy. He is responsible under me for all the bell boys, including the missing Prince. Now, what can we do to help?" Coffee appeared, and once everyone had settled down again I'd had a good look at the three of them. I assumed the woman was there as I was still technically a child in the eyes of the law (but what the eyes do not see ... !), and thus in need of a female presence. Graves was likely to be the tricky one. Thomas explained what had happened. "As I think you know, Edward Locke's Diplomatic Passport was false. There is no Edward Locke in the Diplomatic Service, and as far as my officials have been able to discover no Edward Locke has a Passport at all. Those are all 'Locke' with an 'e', of course. There is an Edward Lock without an 'e' - indeed there are five men in Britain with exactly that name as far as we can determine - who is a diplomat. He is a man of 60 and has not been outside the United Kingdom for several years. May I ask how old the man calling himself Edward Locke was?" "Somewhere around 40, I should say." Grant asked in what circumstances Sir has seen Edward. "He came to my office with a query about some housekeeping matter. I directed him to the Head Steward for his Deck. I saw him again a few days later somewhere in the ship - I can't remember where - and he thanked me for helping to sort out his problem." "Did he act strangely at all?" asked Grant. "No, he was annoyed by whatever was bothering him with the housekeeping, but that was hardly acting strangely. He seemed completely normal, I'm afraid." Grant went on. "Tell me about Prince. He was new to the job, I understand." "Yes. We had recruited 6 new bell boys as the existing ones were 18 and no longer suitable to be bell boys. They have all moved to other duties on the ship. The crossing from Southampton two weeks ago was their first crossing. Naturally everything was strange to them at first, but they were trained thoroughly in their duties and the geography of Queen Mary before they joined us on board." "Patrick, you were responsible for their day-to-day duties, is that right?" "Yes. Their duties vary, but the bulk of the time we spend in the elevators or in taking messages about the ship. My job is to make sure that where a boy is needed there is one there to do what the passenger wants." "And apart from organising their duties, Patrick, are you responsible - under Mr Corrigan of course - for the boys' welfare?" said Miss Miles. "Yes, although I didn't have much to do in that area. My fellow Bell Captain and I had been responsible for their training on shore so we all knew each other, and liked each other. When you live and work on top of each other, as we bell boys do, it's hopeless if we don't all get along. Part of the recruitment and training was to ensure that we ended up with a team of boys who were happy working and living together." "Is that how you see it, Mr Corrigan?" said Miss Miles. "Indeed it is. Patrick has emphasized the importance of team spirit, and he has done that because I drilled him to think like that when he was first recruited." She turned back to me. "Was there any sign of unhappiness, homesickness, perhaps, in Prince?" "None. I was watching for that, but there was no sign of anything. All of them were nervous of course, as I was when I started, but their nervousness was a positive thing, making sure they always did their best." Thomas asked Sir if he was happy with the other new recruits: was their performance up to the mark. "Most certainly. And before you ask, I'm equally certain that they are happy, both with their duties and with their fellows, who are now their friends." "And you're sure that Prince wasn't unhappy at all?" This question from Grant wasn't specifically addressed to either of us. I jumped in; they had to be given a steer of some kind, and Sir couldn't give it. "The only thing I felt was that he became - not moody, exactly, but different after three or four days." "What do you mean?" asked Miss Miles, "different in what way?" I affected to think before replying. "Until then he'd been like all the others, bouncy, curious, eager not to put a foot wrong. Prince was always a bit full of himself. Suddenly one day he wasn't any of those things. I wondered if his being bouncy had annoyed any of the others - the others in his cabin, perhaps. I asked them individually if they were cross with him, or even if they were aware that he might be being bullied, but they all denied anything of the kind. I'm sure they were being honest. I have no idea what made him different, but I'm sure it wasn't anything the other bell boys were doing. It only lasted a day or so though, because by the time we got to New York he was his usual self - bouncier than ever. That may have been excitement at seeing New York: they were all excited, Prince more so than any of the others." Grant asked Sir the question we'd been expecting. "If this Edward Locke was a crook, as the evidence of his false Passport suggests, what is there to connect him to Prince's disappearance? Prince didn't leave Queen Mary. How do you know he didn't fall overboard?" Sir said seriously "we don't know, Inspector. However the evidence of his cabin would suggest that he didn't go overboard, and that he did somehow manage to leave the ship. His uniform was neatly folded on his bed. He had gone to bed at the same time as the other boys in his cabin the night before we arrived in New York. He was not in his bed at 0600 the next morning, but as the boys were allowed on deck to see New York for the first time that didn't cause any alarm. It was only when Patrick reported to me that Prince had missed breakfast - an unheard-of occurrence - that his folded uniform was noticed. In my experience people who decide to leap overboard do not do so naked." "You have experience of this?" said Grant sharply. "Sadly yes. Inevitably there are tragedies from time to time. Before Queen Mary's entry into service I had many years with Cunard-White Star and it was invariably the case with suicides among passengers that there were no neatly folded clothes on their beds. The sea is cold, Inspector, and even souls driven by despair to end it all seem not to wish to get cold." "What do you think happened?" asked Thomas. Again the question wasn't directed to Sir, but it was Sir who answered. "I find it a distasteful conclusion, but if there is a connection between the criminal behaviour of Locke and the disappearance of Prince - and there may not be - then this seems to fit the description of his behaviour that Patrick has given you. Half-way through the crossing Prince's behaviour changed and he became quieter, worried, no longer bouncy. A day or two later he was back to his normal self, but was noticeably excited as we approached New York. Edward Locke is a criminal - we know that, but we don't know the nature of the reasons why he travels on a false Passport, and not any false Passport but a British Diplomatic Passport. Mr Thomas, what does that say to you? What advantage would a Diplomatic Passport confer on a criminal?" Thomas's reply was instant. "He could come and go without let or hindrance, and specifically his luggage would not be examined. Go on, Mr Corrigan, I'm very interested in your theory." "This is where I find it distasteful, but suppose that Locke encountered Prince in some legitimate way. A message being brought, or even a trip in an elevator. Suppose that Locke is one of those men who prey upon boys. What better opportunity to meet his desires than with a bell boy on a ship in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean far from parents or indeed police? We know very little of Prince's background, so we have no idea whether any inducement - money, presumably, which Locke might offer - would persuade Prince, on his first occasion since leaving home, to do something foolish. The signs would indicate that Prince was hesitant, knowing that what Locke was suggesting was morally wrong, and he was quiet, no longer bouncy. Perhaps Locke approached him again, perhaps offering some more telling inducement. Prince is only 15, remember, and boys of 15 are easily swayed, even in matters such as I fear may have happened. Prince yielded to Locke's blandishments and found the experience no longer morally wrong, but highly enjoyable. His spirits rose again. But worse was to come. Locke prevailed upon the boy to leave the ship with him, to enjoy the forbidden fruit, if I may put it that way, again and again. Prince, being 15 and foolish, found the prospect exciting, doubtless feeling that the adventure of somehow being smuggled off Queen Mary would be fun. Hence his great excitement as we neared New York." He paused. "I blame myself, I should have thought that such a thing might have befallen innocent boys under my care." I was impressed. How long had it taken him to work all that out, I wondered? It fitted perfectly - indeed it might actually be true! "Does that come as a shock to you, Patrick?" asked Miss Miles. I thought for a moment - nothing like adding a bit of gravitas. "What Mr Corrigan says does explain Prince's moods. Miss Miles, please don't think I'm being offensive, but Mr Thomas, Inspector Grant and Mr Corrigan have all been boys of 15 - I was one more recently that they were. At that age sex, which is after all what we're talking about without mentioning it, isn't far from a boy's mind dozens of times a day. There's no reason to think that Prince is any different. Locke lit a fuse and Prince exploded. You can't blame the gunpowder." Grant roared with laughter. "You've hit the nail on the head, I think. Unless my colleagues have any further questions -" he paused; they didn't -"I think we can proceed cautiously on the assumption that you are right. I will report to my seniors with a recommendation that the British authorities believe that an under-age British national was kidnapped in New York, probably for immoral purposes, by a man passing himself off with a false British Diplomatic Passport. The Consul in New York is well aware of what seems to have happened and has been in touch with the FBI. I will recommend that they take steps to trace this Locke from their end. How likely they are to have any success I can't say, but I wouldn't rate it very highly, I'm afraid. However, we will do our best." He stood up. "Thank you, Mr Corrigan, for being so helpful, and thank you, Patrick. It can't have been easy for you." Smile nicely, Patrick, and mumble "thank you, sir. I hope you find him." The three of them left. Sir and I sat a while. "Well done, Patrick," he said after a minute or two. "Well done, you," I said, "how long did it take to think all that up?" "I've had a few days," he said. "Do you think it's maybe right?" "Apart from the minor detail of how Prince and Edward first met I'm sure of it," he said, "nothing else fits the bill." "I'm glad they didn't press too hard about why we thought there was any connection between a crook on a false passport and a missing bell boy," I said. "As the good Inspector said, Patrick, you've hit the nail on the head. It was the question I was most dreading. However, all that stuff about passengers jumping over the side seemed to do the trick. Come on, we've both earned a drink." =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 97 as we head back to New York with a fresh ship-load of lusty boy-loving passengers, a few of whom will pluck up their courage and seek the pleasures we are there to deliver. 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. ===============================================================================