Date: Mon, 17 May 2021 00:04:01 +0000 (UTC) From: "robert1glynn@yahoo.com" Subject: Chapter 3 to "Cabin Boy" Historical Section In addition to adding this chapter could you also add all three chapters to the Adult Youth Section. It is appropriate there also and that seems to get much more traffic. Thank you. The adventure continues in chapter three. Please feel free to contact me at robert1glynn@ymail.com and tell me what you think. You can find my other stores on Nifty listed in the Authors section under my name, Robert Glynn. Please make a contribution to Nifty to keep this site free, in both senses of the word, for all our brothers and sisters, in the LGBTQ+ community. This story is written with the intention of arousing lustful, prurient, wicked thoughts in human males. In order to facilitate these naughty intentions fully, you the readers, are encouraged to read the story while naked, and stimulating your rectal tissues with an artificial penis-like device, while simultaneously manually stimulating your own penis. Try it, this may bring you pleasure, and happiness. THE CABIN BOY CHAPTER THREE BY ROBERT GLYNN I lay naked on the mattress at the foot of the captain's bed, huddled under the blanket for some while, trying to make sense of what was happening to me. I must have fallen asleep for, suddenly, the door to the cabin was opened and young seaman Tim Wythe again entered carrying a large platter laden with plates, tankards, silverware, and bowls of food and jugs of drink. "Well, Master Alexander Bartimus, you must be up, the Captain will be here in just a minute and you will dine with him and then spend the evening pleasing him, in his every need." "W... Wh...What?" I sputtered. "Up boy up, the ships Master comes, you only get one chance to make a first impression, and this man will rule your life for the next two years. Up, up." I scrambled out of bed, folded my blanket, and stood naked before Tim and said, "What must I do?" "Whatever the Captain wishes, laddie. Do you need to piss or shit?" Tim queried. "Perhaps, to piss." I said. "If it's urgent, use the piss pot quickly, if you can hold it a while, do so, the Capitan may well wish to watch you pee." "I can hold it." I said. "Good," Tim said, "please do so, the Capitan likes a boy filled with piss." By this time Tim had set the table, and he stepped back to survey his work, and me. "Very good, lad, you stand here, before the door. Prepare to greet you Master. Play with your cock, Alexander, get it hard before Capitan MacKinnon arrives, let him know you are eager to serve him." I started to stroke my little boy penis, as Tim instructed. "Good boy, the Capitan will be here in just a minute. Do what ever you can to please him. I must go." He turned and opened the door, then looked back at me and said, "Just between you and me, I know for sure, the Capitan likes a boy to kiss and lick his shit hole," he said, "you would be well advised to do that if you have the opportunity." Then, in an instant, he had closed and locked the door behind him. I stood in the Captains cabin, naked, and stroking my little boy's cock, waiting for a man, a stranger, who had control of my very life, to enter and do what ever he wishes with me, and whom I had just been advised I should kiss and lick his shit hole. Heaven help me, I thought. I heard a key turning in the lock. I let go of my cock and looked down to see that it was indeed hard and erect. I was pleased to know that I was ready for the Capitan. The door opened and Capitan MacKinnon entered. "Now there's a sight for sore eyes," he said. The Capitan strode over to the table, pulled out a chair and turned it out facing me. Sitting down, he said, "Help me off with these boots, boy, it has been a long day and I am weary." As I tugged off his great boots he said, "I see Tim has instructed you on how to please me, no doubt he told you to stroke your cock, to get it hard for me, and I must say, I do appreciate your effort, your little boy cock is beautiful, however, Tim is a grown youth eighteen years old, a man now who has been pleasing other men for some years, you are not. You are a boy of just turned twelve years, not yet a man. You and I will take some time to get to know one another, and know this, boy, I promised your father I would take care of you, and teach you the ways of men, and the ways of the sea, and I promised him I would return you to him in time, a richer man. I have every intention of keeping my promise, son. You will be cared for, boy" "Thank you, Sir, you have my deepest gratitude, and, as my father instructed, my obedience." "That is well said lad, now shall we eat? I am famished." "I am, as well, Sir, but before we dine, if I may, I beg a favor please, may I have your permission to relieve myself, to make water?" "Indeed, young man, and I'll wager Tim also told you to save your water for me, and told you that I'd like to watch you pissing, eh?" I blushed, knowing the Capitan had caught me out, but also knowing I could not, be less than honest with the Capitan, I said, "Yes, sir, he told me as much. He said I would only get one chance to make a good first impression." The Capitan laughed, and said, "He advised you well, I will indeed love watching you piss. Come here boy, stand before me." I stepped over and stood directly before the Capitan, almost between his widely spread legs. He took a pewter tankard from the table and held it in front of me, in front of my cock, which had somewhat softened as we spoke. "Let me see you piss in this, beautiful Alexander." I moved forward till my cock was almost in the tankard the Capitan held, and let my water go. The sound of urine splashing in the vessel sounded like tinkling bells. When I was done, my piss, a golden yellow, had three quarters filled the goblet. "Lovely, my boy," the Capitan said. "Now," he reached over to take a jug from the table, "with a generous splash of gin," which he poured in with my piss, "this will make my very favorite drink." He brought the tankard to his lips and said, "To my new cabin boy," and drank deeply. "Now, let us dine, and let me serve you, lad," the Capitan said. "Oh, Sir, no, I should be serving you." "You will be serving me well enough, soon enough, young one, but now it is my pleasure to serve you." The meal was wonderful. Cheese, bread, a soup, rich with vegetables and good cuts of beef, and plenty of small beer, and the best part, for dessert we had Welsh Bakestone Cakes, griddle pancakes with dried fruit and sugar, that had always been one of my favorites. "Do you eat this well every day sir?" Alexander asked. "Well," the Capitan responded, "we have just set sail, so we have a rich supply of fruit and vegetables, and that will not always be the case on a long voyage such as this. Still, I understand that nothing matters to a well run ship more than what the crew gets to eat, so we will always have a generous supply of sauerkraut, pickles, limes and lemons, to assure a healthy crew, and we will be making port frequently, and resupply fresh fruit, vegetables, and fresh water often. Cookie, our chief cook, understands well what I require of him, and he cooks with the intention of keeping the crew both healthy, and happy." "Does the crew eat what you eat?" "What both you, and I, will eat," the Capitan answered. "Yes, generally the same, except they eat hardtack, a dried biscuit bread, where you, and I, and the officers, get baked bread, because Cookie can't make enough bread to feed us all. However, hard tack, especially the hard tack your Father provides, feeds as well, and they also they get fruit for deserts when we have it, not the treats that Cookie prepares for you and me and the officers." "I have been at sea long enough to watch Captains who are cruel, and do not feed and care for their crew, it never works out well, and I am not like that. I am strict when I need to be, but I strive to be fair and just." The dinner went along quite well. Soon, I, and I believe the Capitan, felt quite comfortable with each other, owing to good food, pleasant conversation, and a couple of glasses of small beer which the Capitan had poured for us after he finished drinking my urine with gin, which he certainly appeared to relish. Thus, in spite of the fact that I was sitting nude, in front of this near stranger, who I was sure, was soon going to bugger me, this had indeed proved to be a most pleasant dinner. When we had finished the meal the Captain asked me to go to the door and call for Tim Wythe. Opening the door I found Tim sitting on a box near the door and bid him to enter the Captain's chamber. The Captain instructed Tim to clear the table, leaving only our tankards and the gin, and he added, "That will be all Mr. Wythe we won't be needing you further." "Aye sir, and a very good night to both of you gentlemen," Tim replied and was gone. "Let me pour you a wee spot of gin, Alexander." "My father would never let me drink hard spirits, Sir." "That's because he was a good father, caring for his son. However, he had a different idea about gin and cabin boys, and there, I believe, he thought a bit of spirits was helpful for both boy and man." So saying, he poured us both a modicum of gin and proposed a toast, "To a safe, and profitable voyage, and to our friendship." I was touched that the Capitan suggested friendship with me, and I was sure he was sincere in his toast, and I thought the life of a sea captain must be a lonely one in many ways. I said, "May I, too, propose a toast Capitan?" "Of course, lad," the Capitan said. I raised my glass, "May the joy I bring to you, be equal to all that I learn from you." We saluted each other, quaffed our gin, which burnt my throat, and smiled. "Well, said, Mr. Bartimus, well said, and now, I wonder, could I trouble you to help me shed these tiresome clothes?" **************** I came round to the Capitan's chair, and reached out to unbutton first, his waistcoat and, then, his shirt, and quickly slipped both garments off of him, leaving him bare above the waist. Capitan MacKinnon was a handsome, large man, well over six feet tall, about thirteen and a quarter stone in weight, muscular, with a manly scattering of hair on his chest and belly. I reached down and unbuckled his belt, and then unbuttoned his trousers. When I began to tug them down the Capitan raised up and allowed me to pull off both his trousers and his undergarment down his legs, leaving him naked save for his stockings which rose almost to his knees. I gathered his clothes, folded them, set them on his desk, and returned to kneel in front of the Capitan to remove his stockings. In that position I could not help but look at the Captain's sexual organs. They were, large, almost as large as my fathers great curved member, and a dark, almost purplish, color. His testicles were huge, unbelievably so, to me, each the size of a duck's egg, and they hung low, far below his cock, in his fleshy scrotal sack. I was close enough to his organs to smell the masculine aroma that arose from between his legs. After taking off his stockings, I stayed on my knees awaiting whatever might come next. The Capitan, reached down took my arm and helped lift me to my feet before him, "Thank you, Alexander, that feels much better, much more comfortable, and now we match. Please, pull your chair round here in front of mine and let's have another splash of gin." I moved my chair to where we sat knee to knee, facing each other. The Capitan poured us gin, which we sipped and said, "Your Father assured me you were a virgin, but I know enough about sons and fathers, to know that not all sons tell all fathers about their sexual adventures, so I would like to ask you, in all confidence, and expecting full candor, are you a virgin Alexander?" "Well, Sir, I can assure you, when I stepped foot on the Emerald this morning I was indeed a virgin." The Capitan, smiled, and said, "And now, Mr. Bartimus?" "And now, sir, well it has been a most eventful day, Capitan." "Eventful, eventful, eh, please tell me about your day, Alexander," and he lifted his glass of gin to me. I took another drink of gin, and said, "Well, Mr. Copley arrived shortly after my father left and required that first, I strip naked, as you, he said, had ordered. Then he ordered me to suck his cock, which I did, though to tell the truth he more fucked my mouth than I sucked him, this was the first time I had ever touched another man's sexual organ, and I suppose that is enough to say I am no longer a virgin, having been penetrated by a man's penis." "Later," I continued, "when Tim Wythe brought me lunch, we talked a long while and he explained much to me about the life of a cabin boy. He asked me if he could suck my cock. He had been so kind to me that I felt obliged to let him and," here I blushed and lowered my eyes, "he also asked if he could drink my urine, so I pissed in his mouth, which seemed very strange to me, but pleased him very much." I continued, "The strangest thing that happened to me today was that when my Father bid me farewell here in your cabin this morning he kissed me full on the lips, and," here I could not help but again lower my eyes and blush, "he thrust his tongue into my mouth." I continued, "Both Mr. Copley, and Tim told me that they had seen my Father buggering young boys, boys no older than me, they said, some younger, indeed." "Tim said my father had buggered him, and Mr. Copley said my Father had been a cabin boy when he was my age and had been a whore for all the men on his ship." I paused, "And here am I, set off on a years long voyage as a naked boy, expected to sexually services an entire crew of men and boys. I must confess Capitan, I am rather confused. Does my Father want me to be buggered, does he want," I hesitated, "does he want to sodomize me, Capitan?" "Well, Alexander, let me try to explain," the Captan began, "your Father is an honest and honorable man. He was born in the most humble of circumstances, on the very edge of the direst poverty. The only route out was to capitalize on his youthful beauty, and to trade his body for a position as a ship's cabin boy." "Now, our society condemns sex between men, and between men and boys. Why this is so I cannot say, because many men have always desired boys, and many boys have always desired men. But no matter how it much it is condemned, it is a present fact of life, and always has been, and one that many men and boys, including myself and your Father, find pleasant, wholesome and satisfying." The Capitan took a drink of gin, as did I, and continued on. "Especially on the sea, where men and boys are isolated from the rest of the world, sometimes as you said for years, custom has allowed the expression of man and boy sex, and even love." "Your Father loved his life as a cabin boy, and it shaped the rest of his life. I, too began my life on the sea as a cabin boy, and you can see where it has led me." "Your father built a life as a merchant, outfitting ships for their voyages, he is an honorable man, giving good value at a fair price. His business allowed him to know the officers and men on many a ship, and his contracts often contained a secret clause that included payment of sex with the ships cabin boy, when that was possible." "Your Father and I have spent many an hour fucking my ship's boys together. This allowed him to indulge his taste for boys, and to become a respected businessman, to marry a women he loved, your mother, and to become the father a child, a beautiful boy, you." "I know he wants you to have the same chance for joy, sexual joy, that he, and I, have had as boys. He chose my ship, I'm proud to say, because of how I treat my men and boys, and I am delighted to have a boy as beautiful as you, on my crew." "Your Father knew full well what he was doing when he contracted you as cabin boy on the Emerald, and he believed it was the best thing he could do for you. In answer to your question: yes, if you would grow to desire it, I believe your Father would love to, as you said, bugger you. More accurately, I believe your Father would be the happiest man alive if you would grow to love him, as he loves you. But that is some long while in the future, and until then," the Capitan paused to pour both of us another jigger of rum, "it is me, and the men of the Emerald, and not your father, who will be buggering you." I had spent the evening naked with this handsome naked man, at the end of the most incredible, sexual day, beyond my wildest imaginings, and this man, the Capitan of the Emerald, had just announced he would indeed sodomize me. "Capitan I must confess I am rather fearful at the thought of taking your massive member up my fundament, but, even so, I give myself to you willingly, as my Father instructed, with all my heart." "Again, well said lad, that gladdens my heart, but I didn't mean I was going to bugger you tonight, I think we need some time to prepare your hole for my big cock. No, tonight I thought you and I would sip a bit more gin, play awhile together and explore some of the other things a naked boy and man can do together." "Now it's my turn to offer a toast. To cocks and balls, to bums and mouths, and to all the boys and men who have them." "I'll drink to that," I said lifting my glass, "to naked men and boys." We touched glasses and I drained mine in one great gulp, as I had seen the Capitan do, which set me off on a sputtering, coughing fit, strong spirits being new to me. The Capitan laughed, "Go easy boy, that, too, takes a bit of practice." Standing, he took my glass and refilled it, as he did his own, saying, "We'll nurse on these a bit more slowly." He stepped to stand directly in front of where I sat, which placed his long powerful member almost touching my lips. It seemed to me that time was frozen, I felt bewitched by this great cock before me. Then the spell somehow broke and I could move. I used both of my hands to move his cock to my lips. I kissed it, I kissed Capitan MacKinnon's cock. On this very day, when I woke before dawn in my home, had you asked me if I would ever be willing to kiss a man's cock, I would have been shocked, outraged and angry. "Of course not... How dare you... What do you take me for." I would have raged. Now, only a few hours after sundown on the same day, here I was, naked, before a naked man, his cock in my hands, my lips on his sex organ, having just said, "I give myself to you willingly, with all my heart." The taste of the Capitan's penis on my lips and tongue, and even more, the smell that rose in heady fumes from his groin intoxicated me (as had the gin, I suppose) and had me do what I would have never done before. I thrust my face onto the Capitan's genitals, rubbing his cock and balls all over my face, all over my open mouth, all over my thrust out tongue. I breathed in the manly odor of his crotch and moaned. Suddenly, I felt the powerful arms of the Capitan encircle me and lift me up. He brought me to his breast, and I flung my arms around him and my legs round his waist. I, indeed, felt like a little boy in the arms of a mighty man. He bent his head to mine and kissed me, I opened my mouth to him and he thrust his tongue into me. His kiss was hot and wet, fragrant with gin, exciting and passionate. I felt my little, now hard, penis press into the Captain's belly, and suddenly I became aware his cock had also risen and I felt the crown of his phallus press again my bottom. This is how boys are buggered I thought. I scooted around, and up and down, until I was rubbing my very anus on the head of the Capitan's cock. I don't exactly know why I did it. How I dared to rub my shit hole against the head of the Capitan's cock. I knew it was naughty, more naughty than any thing I had ever done or even ever thought of doing, I thought that I shouldn't do it. He had said he wouldn't bugger me that night. I felt out of control, all I knew was I wanted to do it, I wanted to feel his man meat against my virgin bung. I wanted to do it while the Capitan kissed me. We kissed and kissed, and my anus kissed his cock. After a while the Capitan broke our kiss and said, "Alexander, your hole is driving me wild. I'll have more of it." And so saying, he carried me over and tossed me on his bed, and flung himself down on his back, beside me. He said, "Sit on my face, Alexander," and he moved me around as easily as a child moves a doll, until, indeed, I sat with my naked bum on the ship's master's face, and he thrust his tongue, like a little cock, up inside my rectum. I thought I would swoon. Even though Tim Wythe had said that the Capitan liked to have a boy to kiss and lick his shit hole I was surprised, even shocked I must say, to have the Capitan, this masterful, masculine, man, below me, licking my tiny, tight, little boy butt hole. The wonder, and strangeness of the experience, gave way to excitement and delight at the feeling of having my shit hole licked, and tickled. The Capitan licked and kissed, tongued and sucked, nibbled and bit, my hole and all around it. He moaned, and slurped, and fucked his tongue in and out of me. He pulled back for an instant and said, "Open your hole, Alexander, relax and push out like you're trying to take a shit. Let me into you." He dove back into my hole, and used both of his hands to spread my buttocks as wide as possible, trying to go deeper. I pressed down, opening my shit hole to the Capitan's probing tongue. His moans were matched by my own The Capitan's forbidden nether kiss seemed to go on and on, and I was lost in the incredible sensation, until the Capitan spoke again, "Alexander, reach down and stroke my cock, masturbate me, my darling boy." I realized I had done nothing for the Capitan, I was so completely wrapped up in this new unbelievable experience. Maintaining the lock, the passionate embrace, between the Capitan's mouth and my shit hole, I took hold of the Capitan's great penis in one hand and his gigantic testicles in my other, and tried to give back to him some small part of the pleasure he was giving me. His moans and groans revealed I was succeeding, and I redoubled my masturbating effort. His hot, hard, cock was wet with the lubricating fluid pumping out his piss hole. I smeared this slippery slime over the Capitan's lovely cockhead and down his meaty shaft. I was rewarded with soft, sloppy, popping sound as I masturbated another man's cock for the first time. For the longest time this passion continued, my manipulation of his manly member, amidst his oral ministrations to my most forbidden, secret, naughty orifice. Suddenly, the Capitan groaned, I felt his body arch beneath me, saw his toes curling, and felt him hunching his cock in my jerking hands. Spurts of the Capitan's milk shot out, splattering first my face, then my chest and belly, with an incredible quantity of his semen. Though the force of the sexual torrent diminished, the Capitan kept shooting wads of his man milk, now splashing my cock and the Captain's belly, with the last few pulses of cream coating my hand and the cock I masturbated. I felt the Capitan relax beneath me, his tongue withdraw from my bung, and I slowed down but kept jacking off his cock, smearing it with his clotted cum. After a few moments, I felt the Capitan's hand on my shoulder's as he pulled me back, turned me around and lay me down on his belly. My sperm covered body pressed against the Capitan as he kissed my cum stained face. We kissed, and the Capitan licked his milk off my face. We lay like that, me on top of him, our now semen stained bodies glued together, his arms wrapped around me, kissing. After some time, the Captain lightly slapped my ass and said. "Hop up Alexander and fetch my gin" as I did as he bid, he added, "and something to clean me up with please, you have left me, and you, I see, rather a cummy mess." I handed the Capitan his glass, and said, "More precisely, I think, actually you left me, and you, in a rather cummy mess, sir." The Capitan smiled, and said, "Well, I suppose in a technical sense, because you are a pre-pubescent boy, you may have a point. Still, I feel the way you wantonly rubbed your anus on my cock head and mouth, certainly gives you a significant part of the responsibility." I continued the jest by adding, "Since I am but a little, twelve year old boy, sir, and you an adult, I think the law gives you the full responsibility." "Ah, but I remind you, the law you cite, is English law, and we are not in England. On a ship, the Capitan is the law." "I concede your point, sir. Your condition is entirely my fault. What can I use to clean you, my Capitan?" Smiling, he reached out and took my hand, pulling me back to the bed, and said, "I think your mouth would do. If you clean me with your tongue, I'll clean you." "My honor, Capitan, my privilege." I bent down and began licking the Capitan's sperm from his cock and balls, his belly, chest and face. When not a trace remained the Capitan pulled me down beside him and returned the favor, licking my face, chest, belly, and my cock and balls, taking much more time to clean my cock and balls than was strictly required, and doing so until my little willie was fully hard again. When he was done we lay side by side and kissed. After a bit he said, "It's been a long day for both of us I think, let us sleep." "Is that my bed at the foot of your's, Capitan?" I asked. "It is, Alexander, but tonight I think I'd like you to share my bed, if you don't toss and turn to much." I hugged him tight and said, "Quiet and still as a church mouse, sir." "I'm glad you're my cabin boy, Alexander." "So am I, Capitan, so am I. Good night, sir." "Good night, Alexander," the Capitan said as he kissed me again.