Date: Tue, 8 Jun 2021 12:42:37 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: Terry Whicher - Seaman installment 3 "Put on your seatbelt, boy. We don't move slow around here." terry was wearing a pair of denim cutoffs that were just at the point of being uncomfortably tight, and a snug blue t shirt just like Paul's. The t shirt wasn't uncomfortable, but when terry walked past a mirror, he saw how his nipples stood out in it and how the sleeves showed off his biceps. "Did I just see a little smile from boy terry there? Ha ha ha. Thinking "No wonder he took me? I'm a fine looking guy." terry blushed. "No Sir. I wasn't thinking that at all, I..." "WELL WHY THE HELL NOT? You know, there's a real problem in this world about being honest, boy. You ARE a helluva fine looking guy - about ten times better looking than the white trash you were with that night. "HEY. They're my friends Sir." Paul looked at him, with a mix of sternness and amusement. "terry boy, ask yourself this question: if they were your friends, wouldn't they have gone into that gay bar to help you find your phone?" It took terry a minute to recover. "Uh, I think they were scared Sir?" "SCARED OF WHAT? If they were scared, then they're not your friends. And it makes you one of the bravest young men on that ship. But I told you that already." "How so Sir?" "Ok. Gonna take a while. That's ok. Why do I think you're brave? You'd never been in a NY gay bar before, right?" "Yes sir" "And you went in yourself, just to look for a phone. FOR A FUCKING PHONE?" "Uh, I guess I wanted to look around again, Sir" "Sure you did! Not knowing what was gonna happen. So either you're brave as shit, or stupid as shit and I don't think it's the latter. Then you wind up getting fucked by a fat old guy who's gonna keep ya around his house. You think you ain't brave?" "Maybe a little sir. Maybe a little stupid too." "WELL THEN YOU'RE LIKE ALL OF US BOY AND YOU JUST GOT THERE FIFTEEN YEARS BEFORE MOST DO. Now enough philosophy. Let's go eat, let's go shop, and then... let's fuck." terry blushed when he saw how some of the customers in the diner looked at the shorts he was wearing. "It'll be ok, boy. First and last time you'll have to wear them... in public. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA" "You like them Sir?" "I like what they do to your ass. I KNOW what your ass is like and it just makes it look better." terry almost whispered. "Please Sir. Can you keep it down?" "Ahahahahahahahahahahahaahahaha. You think anyone in here doesn't know what we did last night? C'mon terry boy. Don't make me think you're fucking Einstein from the planes and then as dumb as a rock five minutes later." "How's it going Paul?" An older woman came over, with bleached silver hair. "OH MY. Who's this pretty young thing? You want mama to break him in for ya?" "Introduce yourself son" "Hi ma'am. I'm terry. Terry Whicher." "Hi Terry Whicher. I'm Maude. Maude O'brien. And if you ever call me ma'am again, I'll personally cut off your testicles and feed them to my pit bull." She snorted. "God knows that there's enough reasons for me to feel old, and God knows you ain't gonna need them with Paul." "How many times am I gonna blush today?" terry thought "How many times am I gonna stick my foot in my mouth?" "Maude, terry's new. And he's hungry. You wanna bring three of the special plates? Two for him, one for me." "TWO? " She looked at terry. "Yeah, he got that hungry look about him." She elbowed Paul and snorted. "And it ain't all for food - dead food anyway." "Never could fool my Maude." When the food came, terry had already had three cups of coffee. He fell on it like he hadn't eaten in a week, and that's when Paul remembered: food on a Navy ship. However 'meh' this stuff was, it was ten times better than what he was eating. "Slow down boy. First, no one's taking it away from you. Second, there ain't a shift behind you who needs to sit down. And third...." He grinned. "If you have GI issues, it ain't stopping me from pounding you to filth." That was the second time terry felt his cock stir. The first time was when Paul said they were gonna fuck later. Paul may not have been his fantasy man, but he was beginning to like him. A lot. "I'll slow down Sir. It's just... I don't think I had butter on my bread in about a year. " "Well, then we'll put that on the shopping list for ya. Butter. Right up there at the top. Eat a stick of it if you want. Know what happens to it? It passses right through your shit chute and makes you nice and easy." When he saw terry's face, he laughed again. "Boy, understand. Half of what I say is true, half of it is bullshit. The hardest job you're gonna have is figuring out what's bullshit and what's true. So, here's a test. Butter as lube if you eat it. True or false?" "Uh, I don't know Sir." "FALSE! And I'm gonna give somethin away boy. It's not always true, but sometimes when I'm bullshitting, my left nostril moves up just a tad. So now, listen up: having you cross my path is the best thing that's happened to me in about three years." Terry looked at Paul's face. "True Sir?" "True. And that's all you need to know." As they headed out, Maud called to them. "Terry Whicher, you best use the bathroom. Not too many people can hold five cups of Max' coffee too long. "It's ok Maude. There were always long lines on..." "WE'LL SEE YOU LATER THIS WEEKEND MAUDE. TAKE CARE." Paul pushed terry out of the diner. "Sir, did I say something wrong?" "Yeah, you did if you wanna stay with me. You were about to talk about the ship." "Well, yes sir." "You WANT them to come looking for you?" "OH. I see what you're saying. I'm sorry. Do we need a story?" "Sure do. You were a dancer at a club I visited. I picked you up there, and the rest is what it is." terry laughed. "I don't dance very well Sir." "NONE of them do. They're there because they're cute. You fill that category." "Thank you Sir." "Don't let it go to your head. Now, let's go get you some decent clothes." Just like in the diner, people at the department store stared at terry as he and Paul picked out jeans, underwear, socks, casual shirts, a few button front ones, and loaded them into the car. "Sir, I don't have access to my navy account." "And ya don't need it terry boy. How the hell do you think I paid for this place?" "I don't know Sir." "When we go on our city date, I'll show you some of my buildings. The ones I designed. The ones that paid for this. Buying my boy some clothes? Not a problem. Now, home for.... " Paul exaggerated his voice. "THE MAIN EVENT." "THE MAIN EVENT" began with Paul tying terry to a chair, hands behind his back, legs tied spread apart. "Now, boy, you know I'm a tit man, so if you get a chance, you point that chest out. I wanna see those little titties in all of their glory. "Yes sir. I understand" terry sucked in his gut and pointed his chest out. "OOOOOOOOH. Sir." terry was still new to nipple play. Paul wanted to clamp him so badly, but he knew: not yet. Instead, he teased them through the blue t shirt. "That making you hard boy? Making you NICE and HARD." "Sir, there's always been a direct link between my nips and dick. From when I was a little boy." "Ha ha. too sweet, too innocent boy. Shouldn't a told me that. But it' ok. I woulda found out eventually. " He paused. "You know, I usually watch wrestling about now, but I think... I think we're gonna do something else. " He untied terry from the chair, and brought him into the bedroom. He moved quickly and terry was tied down, spread eagled, on the big bed. terry wasn't a big man, and he sort of shrunk on the size of the bed "Know what we're gonna do boy ? We're gonna find out if you're ticklish" Terry gulped. "I'm not Sir." "Ha ha. Don't lie ta me boy. I already told you that." Paul began untying terry's sneakers. "SIR. You're not starting with my feet are you?" "What's the problem terry boy? I thought you weren't ticklish." "I'm not..." terry squirmed. He tried to pull his foot from Paul's hand. "I mean, I don't think I am Sir." "WELL, let's just find out." terry giggled, and tried to pull his foot away again when Paul ran his finger up and down his sole. "AH, Now, ya see. Remember how the Navy teaches ya: give yourself plenty of slack?" Paul pulled the slack rope on terry's ankle so his foot couldn't move, and he went back to the tickling. "NOW what're you gonna do boy." "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" terry was twisting his head and neck back and forth. "STOP. PLEASE SIR. PLEASE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" "OH, I'm just beginning you sweet thing." terry felt Paul's finger go to his second foot. "OH SHIT OH SHIT. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. " Now Paul was doing both of them. terry saw the look of sheer bliss in Paul's face. "How's it gonna feel now, boy? He began pulling off terry's socks. "OK SIR. OK. I'm ticklish. My feet are ticklish. I lied. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA" "I know ya did boy. And what was the first rule I taught ya?" "Not to lie to you Sir." "Well... disobedience brings consequences." He smiled at terry. "I ain't done with those feet. No Sir. But... there's so much more to discover." He began pushing up terry's t shirt. "OH NO. OH GOD. He felt Paul's fingers digging into his ribs. "HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. " This might have been worse than his feet, because terry had a "spot" on his right side which other boys always went to. He felt like he had to pee. Badly. And it got worse as Paul moved up, pushing his t shirt even higher and aiming for his pits. "NO. NO. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA" "I love me a ticklish sailor boy. You had enough yet?" "YES SIR. YES SIR. PLEASE STOP. I'M SORRY. I SHOULDN'T HAVE LIED TO YOU. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA." Paul stopped. "Now listen up. I'm gonna tickle you every day. About half an hour's worth. ("oh shit" terry thought). And if you don't do what you're told, I'll just pile up minutes." He looked at terry, smiled, and ran his finger down terry's nose. "You are just so goddamn cute. I know. I said that, and I'll say it again. I just want you.... FUCK I want you so bad." Paul made a sound something like a wild animal, before he dug his chin and mouth into terry's neck. d That's where he found another spot. terry began to moan, and beg "Please Sir. OH GOD. PLEASE.." "Please what, boy?" Paul whispered. "I dunno. I dunno. Just PLEASE.... nnnnnnnnnnngggggg" He fell back on the bed, totally helpless. He had stopped struggling in the ropes, and just moaned as Paul savaged his neck. "I think, boy, you're ready for a good solid butt fuck." "Yes sir. Yes. I am. Please." Paul untied the ankle restraints so that he could get terry's jeans off. terry's cock sprang out, bright red, stiff. Paul laughed. "You ARE like a fucking chihuahua boy. LOOK AT THAT. "You did it to me Sir. You did." "Yeah, and I'm gonna do more. " terry felt his legs go up and rest on Paul's shoulders. He saw Paul pull down his zipper, and then.. he felt his cockhead at his ass. "Relax terry. It's going in one way or the other. Don't make me tickle you again." "No Sir. No. I want it. I really do.. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH" Paul got in a few inches, and then a few more. "OH SHIT YES SIR. GOD. IT FEELS BETTER THAN THE FIRST TIME." Paul smiled. "Always does boy. Always does. He paused, holding his cock in position. "Wonder how long it'll take before you blow your load." "Not long Sir. Not long." "Well, I'm gonna let you slide again today, but we're gonna start going traditional after that. The boy always waits until SIR cums before he does, and he never does unless Sir says he can." Paul smiled. "Lots of my colleagues lock their boys' cocks up. Ever think about that boy?" terry groaned. Paul had stopped thrusting, but he flexed his glutes and changed the feeling in terry's butt. "You mean like chastity Sir?" "That's exactly what I mean." "FUCK. I wouldn't be able to cum unless I were unlocked?" "That's right, boy." The thought sunk into terry and then.... he shot. Losing that control too. DAMN. It sounded hot. Exciting. "I'm sorry Sir. I'm sorry. I shot before you... OH...." Paul laughed. "Next time you do that, we're gonna find out about just HOW ticklish your upper body is. Understand? " "Yes sir. I do. PLEASE. Can I, I mean, can we...?" "Can we what boy?" "Can we try chastity? It sounds so hot." Paul grinned. "Well, boy, we don't TRY chastity. If you want it, we start with 2 weeks. " He shook his head. "Why the FUCK am I asking you. It's my choice." He shoved in hard. "RIGHT?" "Yes sir. RIGHT. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. OH DAMN that feels so good." Paul began sliding back and forth, pummeling terry's ass. As he did, he saw terry's cock getting hard again. "AH. The energies of the young" he thought. "Here for folks like ME" That thought pushed Paul over the edge, and he saw terry breathe a sigh of relief, and then smile, as he filled up with cum. terry was thinking how good it felt to be, well, controlled. Yes, he was under the Navy's control on the ship, but now... now he was enjoying things more. " Paul leaned down and kissed him. "You look so sexy like that. I really wanna leave you there, but.... " He began untying the wrist restraints. "Time for you to learn about one of your tasks around here. Building that wall." terry got dressed again and he went out to the back with Paul. Paul carried two shovels. Before they left, he put a LONG pair of leg irons on terry. "I'm gonna be leaving you out here on your own. I got NO fear you're gonna get away, but I want ya to know it. " "Yes sir. I understand." Paul laid out the plan for terry. They had to build the foundation to put in the cinder for the wall, and that meant... digging. Paul threw off his shirt. terry hadn't really noticed how thick Paul's chest hair was. It was like a jungle. The sun was making them both sweat, and terry was smelling the scent of Paul's body even more strongly than when he was on top of him. He had read how animals reacted to pheromones, and he wondered: is that why I'm getting hard again?" terry had built fences on the family farm, so this wasn't new to him. He worked efficiently, thoroughly, his muscles flexing as he did. He watched Paul: this man was no slouch. He didn't work as quickly as terry, but terry was thinking "He's HOW OLD?" Paul stopped after about an hour "Ok, boy, I'm going back to the house. You continue. When you're thirsty, come on back. Then we'll start planning out tomorrow. " He smiled. "I'm afraid old Paul here isn't much for up late at night, but we could go out if you wanted to." "Not tonight Sir. " He smiled. "You kinda wore me out." "Heh heh. Good to hear boy. Good to hear." Paul walked back to the house and began looking at some blue prints he had for new projects. He realized soon, though, that he'd rather watch terry from the window. The boy had doffed his own shirt, and those little nipples, sweaty, were glistening. "How much hotter is he gonna be with a fucking suntan?" Paul thought. "GOD. Am I gonna be able to keep my hands off him? Keep my cock outta him? " He shook his head. He hadn't had this kind of "problem" in a long time. Tomorrow was gonna be nipple clamp day. And handcuff today. And maybe, yes, they'd take a drive from Putnam, and visit one of Paul's favorite taverns. For now , though, all he was thinking of was getting into terry's ass before they went to sleep.