From: taxhaven@ix.netcom.com(Adam Starchild)
Subject: Repost:  The Maritime Academy
Date: 1 Jan 1997 02:01:47 GMT

                      THE MARITIME ACADEMY

                               by

                         Adam Starchild


     Sven had grown up in a seafaring family, and upon graduation
from high school had received a scholarship to the prestigious,
private Scandinavian Maritime Academy.  The school trained young
men from all the Scandinavian countries for careers in merchant
ships, cruise ships, and commercial fishing boats.  Unlike the
government operated naval academies and merchant marine schools,
discipline was not strict, which combined with liberal
Scandinavian attitudes towards nudity and homosexuality, led to
almost continuous sex play.
     After all, these youths were planning careers in an all-male
environment.  Even on a cruise ship, they would be in the
technical departments, not in passenger service where they might
be in contact with female passengers.
     Like any exclusive fraternity, there were various initiation
rituals for new cadets, but the sexual climate of the school made
these rituals more erotic than would be the case elsewhere.  The
initiations were all in good fun, and were a way of getting to
know the new cadets, as well as to quickly work them into the sex
play that was a tradition of the academy.  As a very small school
-- only 250 students -- it was a time of year to encourage the
intimacy that made the school unique.
     One of Sven's first experiences in his initiation period was
a game played with the new cadets in the lounge of each dorm. 
Each dorm had a lounge with comfortable seating, tables, and a
fireplace.  The initiates had to wait in their rooms until
called.  The initiate was then invited to sit on a sofa next to
the dorm leader, facing the rest of the residents from his dorm. 
The leader put his arm casually across the initiate's shoulders,
introduced him to the group, and explained the game.  It was a
strip tease game in which the name of something on the cadet was
written on a piece of paper, and the cadet would guess that
object.  He had to remove each item he guessed incorrectly.  Most
would timidly with a shoe or a sweater, and gradually strip down. 
Some very modest ones would start with a wristwatch; others would
forget they had a watch until they were naked.  A fair number
would name undershorts as the first object, jumping to the
conclusion that that was the real intention of the game.  They
were wrong, and in that case were offered the option of stepping
out of sight to remove their shorts and bring them back in the
room, although a fair number would simply strip off the shorts in
front of the group and then pull their pants back on. 
     Only when they were completely naked would most learn that
the something "on" them was the leader's arm.  A few would guess
earlier; a few more would guess once they were naked and trying
to figure out what was left.
     Sven had guessed underwear first and named the arm second
because he felt it come back on his shoulders when he sat down
from returning to the room after taking his shorts off.  Sven was
well into the spirit of the thing, so just as everyone had been
disappointed at his prompt guessing he surprised the room just as
he was getting up by suddenly dropping his jeans, spinning around
a couple of times, and saying, "I guess this is what you guys
were trying to see."  His action got a big round of applause.
     As each cadet finished he joined the group to watch the
remaining cadets come in.  The game had gone on for many years
without anyone tipping off the new cadets.  It was a good
icebreaker, an opportunity to drool over the new cadets' bodies,
and a way of seeing how well the new cadet would fit in with the
constant erotic play of the school.  It also helped get the new
cadet more comfortable with the casual nudity of the dorm
hallways and showers.  Once he had been a sex object with his
body stared at by all, he could hardly feel embarrassed by a nude
walk down the hall to the shower, which was a lot more casual and
natural than wrapping a towel around oneself as would be done at
most schools.
     A few cadets would get an erection while sitting there naked
being stared at by the group.  Whenever this happened, some
volunteer would silently kneel and start sucking them off.  
     There were never any objections, because each cadet knew
exactly what he was getting into before he was accepted by the
school.  Apart from the general stories that got around, and the
type of person signing up for an all-male career, there was a
subtle screening process that tested each applicant before
acceptance.  The system was carefully designed to keep the
administration from having to officially know anything about
sexual activity, while still keeping up the compatibility that
was one of the school's strengths.
     Each applicant who was on the "likely to be accepted" list
was required to spend a weekend on campus during the semester
before he would enroll.  This weekend included tours, orientation
lectures, and the usual things that might go on at any school. 
Each new prospect was placed in a cot in a regular dormitory room
with two students who were selected to be his "hosts."  Part of
the unofficial routine was that these hosts would try to play
around with him to see how he reacted.  Some of these weekends
could turn into very pleasant sexual encounters -- but if there
was strong resistance the hosts might report that the prospect
probably wouldn't be compatible.  The prospect would also be
asked to join the students for an evening at the school swimming
pool, where all swimming was nude, to test their ability to cope
with such a setting.  Usually incompatible applicants would
withdraw their applications if they realized the atmosphere
wasn't for them.
     Another traditional hazing activity for new cadets was the
annual Halloween egg race.  The announcement was posted that
anyone interested in entering the egg pushing race could sign up
at the gym.  Sven signed up with no suspicion of the prank he was
getting into.  No details of the rules were given, but nobody
signed up except new cadets.  Usually about 20 or 30 of the new
cadets would become victims of the plot, and there would always
be a large audience of those who knew what it was about.  The
racers would each have a lane, and would line up along one side
of the gym.  They would then be told to get naked and once they
did the rules would be explained.  Each racer was given a raw
egg, and told that the object of the race was to get an erection
and then push the egg across the finish line while touching it
only with the erection.  Naked, crawling cadets and rolling eggs
were soon all over the gym, and there were a few accidents when a
cadet landed on top of his egg.  By Halloween the new cadets had
been in school long enough that they weren't embarrassed by the
exhibition, and a good time was had by all.  It was very much of
an icebreaker, if anybody still needed one that far into the
school year.
     Sven felt very comfortable at the school.  He had known
exactly what he was getting into when he signed up although he
didn't know all the details.  He had enjoyed the nude swimming
and learned that all sports activities at the school were done
nude in the ancient Greek tradition -- gymnastics, track and
field, volleyball, etc.  The philosophy of the school --
unofficial and unwritten of course -- is that sex is a social
force, a sport, a game, a kind of magnetism, body-to-body.  They
were trying to modernize and use the ancient Greek tradition in a
way that provided learning motivation, comradeship, and
leadership.  Alcohol, drugs, and smoking were out.  The system
worked.
     New erotic games were always being invented since there were
no inhibitions.  One evening Sven got into a lounge contest that
somebody had started with ping pong balls.  The idea was to test
the spring in one's erection by pulling the stiff cock down,
holding the ping pong ball loosely above it, and seeing how high
it could be bounced.  The game didn't spread very far, but half a
dozen guys played around with it for an hour, including the
obvious variation of having someone else pull down and "fire" the
erection.
     There were no rapes or forced sex around the school.  Not
only would such an act have made one a social outcast and led to
expulsion, but the whole climate of open sex made sexual outlets
available to all.  Of course, fantasies of forced sex can be
erotic in themselves, and several forms of "consensual rape"
developed.
     One of the first of these to develop was wrestling matches
and championships in which the winner at each level would get to
fuck the loser.  These were fun for both participants and
audience.  Sven both gave and got in these matches, which
occurred both on campus and on board ship during training
cruises.
     Another form of "consensual rape" was the slave auction
sometimes held as a fund-raiser for a special party or activity. 
The volunteer slave was available to the buyer for a fixed period
of time -- either 12 or 24 hours.  A 12-hour slave was expected
to do something like clean the buyer's room or do some typing for
the buyer.  He could be made to work naked and be fondled on the
ass or genitals, but passive sex was not part of the deal.  The
12-hour slave would be available for an active sex role, such as
letting the buyer suck his cock, only if this availability was
signalled at the auction.  But a 24-hour slave was offering
himself for an overnight stay and passive sex in whatever form
the buyer wanted -- oral or anal.
     During his first winter Sven volunteered for a slave
auction.  He wanted to help the project it was for, and he
thought it would be an erotic experience he hadn't tried yet. 
The auction was patterned on a Greek slave auction, and costumes
were kept from auction to auction.  Each slave was dressed only
in an ancient Greek-style short robe which hung only to the
upper-thigh and a pair of open sandals.  Their hands were tied
and they were led out on the stage in a line.  Then they left the
stage, and were brought back onstage one at a time to be
auctioned.
     The auctioneer was proficient and his build-up kept the
bidding up.  He started with 12-hour slaves; Sven watched from
the side of the stage as he had volunteered for 24 hours.
     Since the 12-hour slaves weren't primarily for sexual
purposes, the auctioneer's spiel was more about their strength or
about some special skill.  He might have the slave flex a muscle
and comment on his strength for a heavy job, or say, "just look
at those fingers; he's the fastest typist in his dorm."  The
auctioneer would lift the front of the robe for a quick look at
the genitals, only if the slave had indicated he was available
for active sex roles -- this was the silent signal of
availability.  This would usually bring the price up a bit,
especially if the slave was an unusual beauty that somebody was
just dying to have.
     The slaves came from all class years, but by chance Sven was
the first of the 24-hour slaves on stage.  Now that sex was part
of the deal, the audience really perked up.  The auctioneer still
talked about work abilities.  After all, the slave was expected
to put in a 12-hour workday before spending the night with the
buyer.  
     The auctioneer untied Sven's sash to let the robe fall open
in front -- now that sex was on sale it wasn't just a quick peek
under the flap.  He weighed Sven's balls in his hand and said,
"Look at the size of these."
     As the bidding warmed up the auctioneer turned Sven around
and had him bend over a bit as he lifted the short robe to show
Sven's ass.  "See how beautiful and smooth it is," he said as he
rubbed a hand over the globes.  The bidding continued upwards,
and just when it looked like it had reached the peak, the
auctioneer began running a finger up and down the crack of Sven's
ass and down the ridge to Sven's testicles.  Accompanied by some
comments about, "I'll bet you wish this was your cock getting
ready to enter here right now," the bidding took a sharp and
unexpected jump.  Sven was thrilled at the idea of turning his
body over to the highest bidder for a night of whatever was
commanded.
     The auctioneer could feel Sven's muscle tighten as the
finger, and the whole erotic setting, drove Sven to an unplanned
erection.  Sven was embarrassed, and blushing deeply, but
determined to make the best of it, as the auctioneer, realizing
what was happening, turned Sven around to face the audience
again.  He squeezed Sven's erection a couple of times, and said,
"You can see he really wants it."  The bidding went wild, and
Sven drew what turned out to be the highest price of the night.
     Sven watched as the other 24-hour slaves were exhibited and
sold in the same way.  There were a couple of partial erections,
but no other show as splendid as Sven's.
     The services of the slaves could be claimed at any mutually
agreed time during the next two weeks, but Sven's buyer was so
turned on that he asked Sven if he'd come to his room with him
right from the auction, and stay all the next day, which was
Saturday.
     To cheers and applause, he led Sven, hands still tied and
still in the Greek robe, down the aisle and out of the auditorium 
-- and the anticipation brought Sven back to full erection as he
walked down the center aisle of the audience.  It was winter, but
Sven was too hot and too hard to really notice the temperature on
the short dash back to the dormitory, although the cold air did
shrink his erection back to normal.
     Lars, who had bought Sven, didn't untie him, even back in
the room.  He wanted to play the slave scene all the way while
they were both turned on by the fantasy.  He had Sven kneel and
bend across the end of the bed, and immediately began lubricating
Sven's ass.
     Sven was hard again in seconds.  He had never done anything
like this and was really turned on.
     Despite Sven's openness and participation in the sex games
around school, he was still an anal virgin, although neither Lars
nor anyone else at the auction knew it.  If they had, the price
might have gone even higher.  Sven badly wanted to get fucked,
but was a little bit scared of his first time, and had
volunteered for the auction as a way of forcing himself to do it. 
He wanted to put himself in a position where he would be too
embarrassed to chicken out.  Lars' request to proceed immediately
was perfect for Sven because he had no time for second thoughts
and was still hot and hard from the fantasies that had been going
through his mind while he was being fingered and fondled in front
of the audience. 
     He told Lars none of this, as he was actually a bit
embarrassed at still being a virgin.  Lars soon had him greased
and started drilling him.  Only after a very thorough fucking did
Lars untie Sven's hands, and then they climbed into bed for the
rest of the night and all day Saturday.
     The first training cruise in the Spring brought more
initiation rites for the first year cadets.  One well kept secret
was the fake repair job.  The trick had to be played on the
initiates one at a time, but none told because they didn't want
to be the only victim and were quite willing for their classmates
to be fooled by the same trick.
     The play was that a part suddenly had to be replaced in an
obscure part of the ship; such as in the anchor cable compartment
or a far corner of the engine room.  The location could only be
reached through a small tunnel only large enough for one person
at a time to crawl through.  The set-up began when a foreman came
up to Sven and an accomplice in the plot, and told the two of
them to make the repair immediately.
     Sven crawled down the tunnel first with the accomplice
following.  The tunnel would always be hot so that the two would
be told to enter in T-shirt and gym shorts to work better in the
heat.  When Sven reached the end of what turned out to be a dead-
end tunnel, with no place to turn around, the person behind him
took a grease gun out of the toolbox, pulled down Sven's shorts,
stuck the nozzle of the gun up Sven's ass and emptied the tube of
grease into him.  When they backed out of the tunnel there was a
crowd waiting, but they always made sure that no uncaught
initiates were around to see what had happened.
     Many of the friendships made at the academy lasted through a
lifetime of seafaring, and provided a strong network of intimate
friends in a profession in which personal contacts were limited
by long voyages.

Copyright 1995 by Adam Starchild

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