Date: Thu, 5 Nov 2009 04:27:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys in the King's Navy - Part 2

Boys in the King's Navy, 1807 - Part 2
By Bill

Midshipman Chauncey Grosvenor was home again, at his
family's country manor in Cheshire, running through the
meadow.  Chauncey couldn't remember ever feeling so joyous
and free.  It was such a splendid summer day - the sky a
perfect blue, air redolent with the rich scent of newly cut
hay, birds twittering.  And best of all, his cousin Rupert
was running along beside him.

With the grove of ancient trees in view, the two boys began
to shed their clothing as they ran.  In a flash they were
naked, their penises already stiff in anticipation of the
sex-play that was about to ensue.  Rupert looked like a
young colt in motion - handsome but a bit awkward at the
beginning of his adolescent growth spurt.  Chauncey loved
the way his cousin's pre-pubescent erection swayed from
side to side as he ran, while his dangling half-size balls
bounced randomly.

In another instant they were in their secret place - the
small clearing at the center of the woods - falling to the
soft ground in a warm embrace, lips joining in a kiss,
erections sliding together in urgent lust.  Their youthful
bodies quickly moved into the 69 position, mouths hungrily
capturing stiff cocks, hands fondling smooth bums.
Although Rupert was 2 years younger than Chauncey, they'd
discovered cock-sucking at the same time, while playing
together in this very grove of trees.  In their innocence
and naiveté, they had imagined at first that they were the
first people to have discovered this wonderful secret.

As Chauncey lovingly suckled the 12-year-old's stiff prong,
and was pleasured in return by his cousin's mouth, he could
feel his orgasm begin to rise up. The rapturous pleasure of
sexual ecstasy grew within his body, driving all other
thoughts from his brain.  His entire being was consumed by
white-hot lust.  And then....

"Midshipman Grosvenor!"  The harsh voice was accompanied by
a sharp nudge to the boy's ribs by the toe of a boot.  The
scent of the meadow was replaced by the smells of sea air,
rope, and tar.  The ship's bell rang twice, signaling the
end of the first hour of the morning watch – 5 a.m.
As Chauncey's mind made the transition from dream to
reality, his eyes opened in the pre-dawn darkness to behold
the stern face of a middle-aged man standing above him.

"Stand up, Mr. Grosvenor!"  It was Richard Westmoreland,
the 41-year-old captain of the HMS Apollo.

"Yes, sir!  Sorry, sir!  I must have...."

"You must have gone to sleep on your watch, Midshipman.
That is a serious offense, young man, and subject to severe
punishment.  At the end of the watch, you will come to my
cabin.  Carry on!"

Chauncey saluted and watched as the captain strode to
toward his cabin at the stern of the ship.  The 14-year-old
boy felt an aching dread in his gut, and he mentally kicked
himself for his stupidity.  For all he knew, this blunder
may have permanently sullied his reputation and career.  He
tried to imagine what punishment awaited him.  Perhaps even
a court martial, resulting in expulsion from the Navy.  And
he'd been aboard ship barely more than a week!

At 8 a.m., the morning watch ended and the forenoon watch
began.  The summer sun warmed the air, and bare-chested
sailors who had been off-duty for the past 4 hours traded
places with men who could now get some sleep. For Chauncey,
however, sleep would have to wait.  He made his way slowly
to the captain's cabin and knocked softly on the door.

"Come in," said the gruff voice from within.

Chauncey removed his hat, stepped into the well-furnished
cabin, and stood at attention.  Captain Westmoreland sat at
his desk, writing.  When he turned his chair to face the
young teenager, the man's face showed a mixture of anger
and disappointment

"You are aware, are you not, of the severity of falling
asleep on-watch?  That it is equivalent under Naval Law to
desertion?"

"Yes, sir," said the boy, almost in a whisper, as shame
gnawed at his guts.

"You have already seen how sailors and ship's boys are
punished aboard this ship... flogged before an assemblage
of their peers.  Young officers, in contrast, are to be
disciplined in the privacy of the captain's cabin, and the
captain is charged with devising a suitable punishment."
His eyes glanced over to two hooks on the wall, from which
hung a cat-of-nine-tails and the tamer "boy's cat".

"Yes, sir."  At this point, Chauncey felt that he would
gladly accept a severe flogging to resolve his guilt.

"You did not attend a proper school, did you?"

"No, sir.  I was tutored in my family's homes, sir."

"Schools have a very fine sense of appropriate punishment
for boys your age.  The physical punishments to which a boy
is subject are typically rather mild, so there need to be
additional aspects of the punishment... something that will
be sufficiently dreaded that the boy will behave correctly
in the future.  That factor, Mr. Grosvenor, is humiliation.
It is why a schoolboy is made to lower his britches, in
view of a classroom of sniggering peers, before he is caned
on his bare bum.  So, Mr. Grosvenor... did your tutor use
punishment to help you learn?"

"Yes, sir.  A spanking with his hand."

"I see....  With your britches down, across his knee?"

"Yes, sir."

"There you have it!  The same philosophy... pain on your
bum supplemented by the element of humiliation.  Now, how
might I punish you, such that you never again would fall
asleep while on watch?"

Chauncey hesitated a moment, not sure whether the question
was intended rhetorically.  When it became apparent that a
reply was expected, he answered: "I don't know, sir."

"You don't, eh?  Well, I have some thoughts.  It has come
to my attention, Mr. Grosvenor, that you are fraternizing
with the sailors in their quarters at night, watching the
ship's boys do their... what do they call it?  The Hindoo
dance?  And then there are the carnal activities in which
you indulge with young ship's boys in the rope locker."

"Sir!  I fear you are misinformed!  I would never...."

"Silence!" barked the captain.  "Don't lie to me, boy.
Doing so requires me to make your punishment more severe.
And never presume that I am ignorant of what transpires
aboard my own ship."

Westmoreland paused, watching the boy tremble visibly for a
few delicious moments, before continuing in a calmer voice.
"I have decided to be lenient on you, on account of this
being your first offense.  If you accept the punishments
that I set forth, without resistance or complaint, I shall
not record your misdeed in the ship's log."

Chauncey's eyes brightened with surprise and joy.  He was
getting a second chance, and his record would remain
unblemished.

"I shall do anything, sir!"

"Yes; you shall," replied the captain, with an edge to his
voice.  "Begin by removing all of your clothing, except
your under-britches."  The captain stood up, took the
smaller of the two whips down from its hook.

Chauncey hurried to comply.  If strokes from the boy's-cat
on his bottom were all he'd face, he could weather it with
no trouble.  In a minute, he was standing at attention in
just his cotton under-britches -- expertly-tailored like
all of his clothing -- awaiting the whipping that would
surely follow.  He presumed that he would next be required
to bare his buttocks.  Or perhaps it would be like the
ritual that his tutor always followed, in which the man
slowly lowered the boy's underpants before the spanking.

"Unfasten the top two buttons of your under-britches," said
the captain, sitting down again in his chair, and setting
the whip next to him on his desk.

With the top buttons loosened, the thin material of the
mid-thigh-length undershorts slid down, exposing the boy's
lower belly and the crack of his butt.

"Because you seem to have a fondness for congregating with
the ship's boys, you shall be required for your punishment
to act the part of one.  Begin by moving your body in the
manner of the ship's boys when they do their Hindoo dance."

"Sir?"  A look of shock spread across Chauncey's face,
followed quickly by a deep flush of embarrassment.

The captain smiled wryly.  "I am quite aware that you have
several times watched the boys dancing, so you must be
familiar with it by now.  You shall dance as if you were in
the crew's quarters, stoking the lust of lecherous
sailors."

The man began rhythmically tapping the handle of the whip
on his desk, and hummed a tune sounding rather similar to
the music played below-decks when the boys danced.

Chauncey knew he must obey the command.  He raised his arms
above his head, hands moving sensuously, as his hips began
to sway.  As he imitated the erotic dance that he had
voyeuristically observed nearly every night, the handsome
young midshipman felt a tingle of excitement.  Even though
it was humiliating to act like a lower-class bum-boy,
Chauncey couldn't help feeling sexually aroused.

Both the embarrassment and the sexual stimulation ramped
even higher as the under-britches slipped down farther.
Like the powder monkeys who did the dance for the sailors'
pleasure, he imagined himself being a harem-boy in an East
Indian palace.  And the more he danced, the farther down
his partly-unbuttoned underwear slipped.  As the base of
his penis was exposed, it looked bald.  But it was in fact
adorned with straight blond pubic hairs, visible only when
seen close-up and in good light.

With a few more shakes of the hips, the boy's undergarment
slipped down his legs to the floor.  Chauncey stepped out
of the shorts and was now completely naked, arms held above
his head, his hips still moving sensuously.

Captain Westmoreland tried not to let his face betray the
lust that he felt, watching as the boy danced like the most
shameless whore at a cheap bordello.  His eyes wandered
over Chauncey's barely-adolescent nude body, judging it to
be the perfect image of upper-class boy-beauty.  The curly
golden-blond hair on his head framed a face that was almost
androgynously pretty.  His pale-skinned body was slightly
soft, in contrast to the hard angular leanness of the
suntanned ship's boys.  His chest and armpits were devoid
of hair; his arms and legs adorned with blond peach-fuzz.
Chauncey's buttocks were wonderfully rounded and
prominently displayed... inviting a fondling.  And then
there were the boy's swaying genitals, which truly
captivated the man.  The smooth flaccid penis pointed
downward, and was of a pleasing length and girth for a
young teenager.  It had a short foreskin that revealed a
glimpse of the cock-head's tip.  The robin's-egg-sized
balls in the soft slightly-dangling scrotum perfectly
complemented the beauty of the penis.

"Now bring your hands down to caress you body," said the
captain; "and stroke your prick until it is stiff."

With his face blushing red, Chauncey brought his hands to
his chest, touching his nipples and moving down toward his
crotch, as he had seen the ship's boys do in their dance.
Then he began fondling his dick, his fingers manipulating
the foreskin as his other hand played with his balls.  As
the cock rose up in erection, Chauncey pulled back the
foreskin to fully display the finely-shaped head that was
becoming reddened as the penis reached its full stiffness.

Despite his arousal, and also because of it, Chauncey tried
to block out the thought that he was being observed by
Captain Westmoreland.  Closing his eyes, he pretended that
he really WAS a ship's boy, in the crew's quarters, where
blatant sexuality was an accepted part of a boy's life.

Chauncey didn't notice the captain standing and moving next
to him.  Taking aim at the boy's beautifully-rounded butt,
the captain brought his right hand down in a stingingly
hard spank.  Chauncey gasped and jumped with surprise,
instinctively turning away to avoid another blow and
bringing his hands back to shield his butt.

"You resist my discipline?"

"No, sir!  Sorry, sir!"

"If you are going to squirm as I spank you, I have no
choice but to hold you in place.  Clasp your hands behind
your head."  As the boy obeyed and stood submissively, the
captain wrapped his left hand around the shaft of the
adolescent boner, with his thumb and forefinger circling
just beneath the ridge of the cock-head.  His right hand
caressed the boy's smooth shapely buttocks, preparing for
the next spank.

"Keep dancing, boy... move your hips."  But every time
Chauncey moved his hips, his boner slid inside the
captain's hand, as if being masturbated.  And whenever
Westmoreland's right hand came down hard on the boy's rear,
his body jerked forward to the same effect.

Chauncey's embarrassment was total... forced to dance naked
while being spanked hard and having his cock intensely
stimulated.  Around the time of the tenth spank, he feared
that he would shame himself further by shooting his semen
onto the rug beneath his feet.  But before that could
happen, the captain released his hold on the boy's erection
and stood back.  "Continue your dance," said the man; "and
wank your prick as you do it."

As the boy brought his hand to his stiff cock, stroking it
smoothly as he danced, his lust battling his embarrassment.

Westmoreland glanced at the clock on his desk.  It was
almost time.  He continued to watch the beautiful boy
perform his pornographic dance, thinking excitedly about
what would happen next.  Just after the ship's bell rang
once, signaling 8:30 a.m., there was a soft knock on the
cabin's door.

Chauncey looked almost panicked.  It was bad enough for the
captain to be watching him masturbating while he danced,
but another person could only add to his humiliation.

"Enter!" called out the captain, then said to Chauncey,
"Keep dancing and stroking."  The door opened, and in
strode Benjamin Kitts, the most senior of the ship's powder
monkeys at age 14, and a 3-year veteran aboard the Apollo.
He was bare-chested and barefoot, carrying a tray with the
captain's breakfast.  He set down the tray, saluted Captain
Westmoreland, and then turned to the midshipman.  With a
straight face, but a twinkle in his eye, he saluted the boy
as well.  Benjamin didn't seem at all surprised to find
Chauncey dancing naked in the cabin, with his hand stroking
his stiff cock!

"Stay for a while, Kitts," said the man, pretending that
Benjamin's role in the production hadn't been pre-arranged.
"I have a duty for you to perform."  Westmoreland handed
Benjamin the five-tailed whip from the desk.  "You will be
applying a dozen proper lashes upon Mr. Grosvenor's bum."
He paused for just a moment and then turned to Chauncey.
"But first, Mr. Grosvenor, you shall abase yourself by
kneeling before Kitts, lowering his trousers, and taking
his cock into your mouth.

The shock registering in the upper-class boy's brain wasn't
from the concept of sucking the cock of a working-class
lad.  He'd already fellated two boys who ranked far below
his station, and he thoroughly enjoyed it.  Rather, it was
the surprise that the captain would order such a thing,
furthered by the humiliation of having the man watching.
But he obeyed the order at once, and knelt at Benjamin's
feet.  His fingers trembled slightly as they untied the
rope that secured Benjamin's trousers, letting the boy's
only garment fall to the floor.  Benjamin's boyish
genitals, only a few months into pubescence, dangled in
front of the midshipman's face.

"Suck it, Mr. Grosvenor!" said the captain, who stood
behind the kneeling boy.  The man smiled and winked slyly
at Benjamin, unseen by Chauncey.

Chauncey took the soft penis in his fingers and inclined it
toward his mouth.  His lips gently tugged at the nozzle of
foreskin as his tongue teased it.  Then Chauncey slid the
skin back to reveal the handsome cock-head.  His lips
glided onto it, taking the glans into his mouth, suckling
it, running his tongue around its flared ridge, and feeling
the penis stiffening.  As the organ pulsed to erection in
his mouth, Chauncey moved his lips farther down along the
shaft.

A thrill ran through the young midshipman as he serviced
the ship's boy.  Chauncey had only sucked three other boys
in his life... two having rather small and immature cocks,
while the stable boy's was essentially adult-sized.  But
this one, sliding smoothly between his lips, was perfect in
size and sensuality... small enough to suck easily, yet
mature enough to be totally erotic.

"Take it all," instructed the captain, as he rubbed his own
erection through the material of his britches.

As Chauncey endeavored to take the entire erection,
Benjamin thrust his hips forward.   Chauncey managed to
take the entire 5-inch length without gagging, pressing his
lips against the of short dark hairs that had recently
sprouted at boy-cock's base.  Chauncey was proud of his
accomplishment, and even after he slid his mouth back up
the shaft, he continued taking the adolescent boner as
deeply as it would go, again and again.  As his hands
cupped Benjamin's slender butt-cheeks, and his mouth
aggressively worked along the stiff shaft, Chauncey inhaled
the rich musk of the boy's unwashed body.  He was consumed
with raw lust as he orally worshiped the beautiful young
erection.

Working his mouth on the boy's cock, Chauncey almost forgot
about the captain.  But, of course, the man was still
paying very close attention.  Westmoreland was quite
pleased with the production of his little set-piece drama
so far.  As he watched the son of a wealthy aristocrat
cock-sucking a ragamuffin orphan-boy, he wished that the
scene could be captured for eternity by an artist.  He
would gladly trade is entire collection of pornographic
etchings – all of which featured buxom women engaged in
heterosexual or lesbian sex – for a few that portrayed the
boy-on-boy scene being played out for him now.

For his part, Benjamin was definitely enjoying the scene.
He'd been anticipating it ever since the captain had
instructed him almost an hour ago.  It wasn't as if he had
never been sucked by an officer... in fact, the captain
himself gave Benjamin an occasional suck to add variety to
their love-making.  Rather, it was the thrill of being
dominant to an over-privileged upper-class boy.  Benjamin
entwined his fingers in the midshipman's blond curls and
thrust his hips to face-fuck the boy, grinning at the
captain as did.

"Alright; enough of that," said the captain eventually.
"It is time for your flogging, Mr. Grosvenor.  Stay
kneeling where you are.  Place your forearms on the deck,
press your face into them, and raise up your bum."

When the midshipman was in position, the captain nodded to
Benjamin.  The ship's boy pulled his arm back and brought
the whip down with all his strength... the five strands
whistling through the air and landing with a stinging slap.
Chauncey yelped in pain and looked back over his shoulder
with a look of surprised agony.

"Keep your face down, Mr. Grosvenor.  No more looking back.
Carry on, Kitts."  But the captain signaled silently with
his hand that the intensity of the whip-strokes should be
reduced.

As Benjamin brought his arm back for another stroke,
Captain Westmoreland came around behind him, keeping clear
of the whip's path.  The captain placed his hands lightly
on the boy's bare shoulders, feeling the wiry muscles
flexing as he brought the whip down again.  Chauncey's body
flinched on the impact, but this time he kept his face
pressed to his forearms and didn't utter a sound.

The captain began to caress Benjamin's naked body while the
boy continued applying whip-strokes, spaced about 10
seconds apart.  Westmoreland's hand slid down Benjamin's
belly to take hold of the boy's still-rigid cock, squeezing
it lovingly.  His other hand fondled the boy's slender
butt, a finger pressing into the cleft to tickle the sexy
ass-hole of the captain's favorite shipboard sex partner.
The man's mouth came down to kiss the back of Benjamin's
neck as the "WHOOSH-SLAP" sound signaled another five red
stripes being laid across Chauncey's shapely buttocks.

Captain Westmoreland had backed away and was looking
perfectly composed when the whip made contact for the
twelfth and final time.  The man wordlessly admired the
results of the flogging, noting that there were no breaks
in the red-glowing skin.

"Shall I rise now, sir?" asked Chauncey after nearly a
minute of silence.

"No, lad.  There is more to your punishment still.  Tell
me, Mr. Grosvenor... have you ever been buggered before?"

Chauncey's mouth hung open, more in shocked surprise than
in his attempt to answer.  "N-no, sir," he said at last.

"But you've been buggering the youngest of ship's boys in
the rope locker, have you not?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then it's appropriate for you to submit to a bit of sodomy
as your punishment.  Kitts... you will mount him and
inflict a good fucking."  The man opened a drawer and
pulled out a small corked vial.  "Use this oil on your cock
first."

Benjamin slathered his boner with the oil and hastened to
kneel behind Chauncey's up-raised ass.  Rather than open
the virgin hole gradually with his fingers, Benjamin
charged right into fucking.  Positioning his cock-head at
the entrance, he pushed forward firmly.  His slender
slippery erection fully penetrated the tightly-clenched
circle of anal muscles on the first thrust.

Chauncey had been determined to accept his punishment
without complaint, but a gasp of pain still escaped through
his clenched teeth.  His bottom, already throbbing from the
flogging, now burned with pain radiating from his ass-hole.
Benjamin strove to grind his stiff cock in even deeper, as
his hands held firmly to Chauncey's hips.  He slowly
withdrew his cock most of the way and immediately thrust
back in fast and hard, beginning a rhythmic pace of
energetic full-length fuck strokes.

The captain stood unseen behind the two humping teenagers.
His eyes and ears took in every detail of the sex-show that
he had created, and he freed his own cock to stroke himself
at the same brisk cadence in which Benjamin was thrusting.
It was all Westmoreland could do to keep from groaning out
loud.  Even as he stroked himself, he bent down and ran his
hand over Benjamin's ass-cheeks, feeling the muscles
flexing... then down to fondle the boy's balls, then
playfully tickling Benjamin's ass-hole.

The longer the fucking went on, the more Chauncey became
accustomed to the assault.  It still burned, but not as
hot.  And while the sensation was not exactly pleasurable,
he was beginning to see how boys could enjoy it. The stable
boy, after all, had practically begged for Chauncey to fuck
him when they had first snuck off together for sex-play.
In any case, it was something he could tolerate for now...
and perhaps even enjoy in the future.

The captain gave his erection one last squeeze before
tucking it back in his britches.  "Finish this off, Kitts."
The man was more than ready to be a participant rather than
merely an observer.

"Aye, sir!" said the boy breathlessly.  Benjamin began
thrusting harder and faster into the wondrously-tight hole.
The sound of rhythmically-slapping flesh mixed with the
grunts and moans of fucking.  In less than a minute, he was
climaxing... squirting his boy-cum in a few deliciously
pleasurable spurts.  He collapsed onto Chauncey's back,
breathing heavily, as his cock continued to throb inside
the midshipman's rectum.

"Thank you, Kitts; that will be all.  You shall keep this
duty to yourself, and never discuss it with anyone outside
this room.  If I find that you have, 100 lashes with be the
least of your punishment.  Understood?"

"Aye, sir" said the boy as he put on his trousers and tied
the rope-belt around his waist.  "You know I can keep my
confidences, sir."  He winked at the captain as he saluted,
and then humorously saluted the midshipman who was still
face-down and ass-up.  "Shall I serve your afternoon meal
at the usual time, Captain?"  He said it in a normal voice,
but with a flirtatious look in his eyes.

"Yes, Kitts; that will be fine.  I may spoil my appetite
this morning," he said with a leer toward Chauncey's raised
buttocks; "but perhaps I'll be hungry again by then."

When Benjamin had left the cabin, the captain told Chauncey
to get up from the floor.  As he stood, the boy reached
behind himself to feel his bruised butt cheeks and his
violated anus.

"There is but one more punishment that you must endure, and
then your penance will have been paid."

"Yes, sir?"

"You will undress me and prepare my cock to bugger you."

Chauncey was now past the point of being surprised by the
sexual debauchery that comprised his punishment.  The boy's
penis, which had gone soft during the lashing and ass-
fucking, began to rise up again in erection as he
contemplated having sex with an adult for the first time.

"Start with my jacket... then my boots," said the captain.

When nearly finished, Chauncey was ordered to get on his
knees to unbutton and pull down the man's under-britches.

"Make my prick all the way stiff, boy," said the captain,
reaching down to his hairy crotch to briefly grope his
balls and half-hard penis.

Chauncey took the man's cock in his hand and began
stroking.  Without being told, the boy leaned in close and
took the head of the stiffening penis into his mouth.
Though of average length, the man's cock was of substantial
girth, and Chauncey stretched his lips wide to take it in.
As his mouth slid along the top 2 inches of the man's
erection, Chauncey felt the captain's hand pressing at the
back of his head, wordlessly telling him to take it deep.
Unlike his experience sucking Benjamin's smaller penis,
Chauncey's gag reflex rebelled against the intrusion by the
man's fat cock.  That didn't bother Captain Westmoreland,
because the sucking was just a preliminary for what was
coming next.

"Lie on the bunk, Mr. Grosvenor.  On your back, with your
legs drawn back and apart."

The boy hastened to do as ordered, pulling his knees almost
to his armpits, exposing his ass submissively.  The captain
knelt in position on the bed, looking down at Chauncey's
exquisite body, ready to be taken.   He spit on his hand
and gave his cock a few strokes, then rubbed the cock-head
a few times across the boy's reddened and puffy ass-hole,
still slippery from the previous fuck.

"Wank yourself, boy, while I bugger you.  Go on; do it."

As Chauncey grasped his rigid penis and began to stroke,
Westmoreland pushed the broad head of his cock against the
freshly-fucked hole.  The boy tensed, gritting his teeth at
the intrusion, and holding his breath as the knob pressed
into his body.  When the cock-head had penetrated the
circle of muscle, the captain paused and watched as
Chauncey relaxed his body a bit and began masturbating
again.  A few more pushes, with a pause between each,
penetrated deeper.  Then he leaned forward, his arms
pushing back the midshipman's legs even further, and began
to thrust his hips in a fuck-rhythm.  Long, slow strokes
pushed to the hilt inside the boy, not significantly deeper
than Benjamin's thrusts but filling Chauncey's rectum
completely with the cock's manly thickness.

To Chauncey's surprise, his body adapted to being fucked by
the man even more easily and quickly than when the ship's
boy had taken him.  The steady rhythm of fuck strokes
stimulating his anal nerves... the pressure of the fat
erection against his prostate... and the pleasure of
masturbating himself... all combined to bring Chauncey a
level of sexual pleasure to which he was totally
unaccustomed.  And the longer the fucking went on, the more
intensely satisfying it became.  As the man's thrusts came
harder and faster, the boy jacked himself more urgently,
feeling his orgasm rising up.

"That's it, lad," said the captain.  "You fancy a good
buggering, don't you?"  His breathing was ragged as he
pounded away at the boy's ass, striving for his own climax.

"Oh; yes!  It's so good!  Bugger me, sir!  Bugger me hard!"

With uninhibited grunts and gasps, the two rutting bodies
became one as they strove toward a common goal.  Chauncey
came first, spurting little globs of boy-spunk onto his
belly and coating his stroking hand.  The orgasm-induced
spasms of the boy's anus were all it took to send the
captain over the edge as well, pumping his much-bigger load
of cum into Chauncey's guts.

As the ecstasy of orgasm waned, the captain rose up and
casually began to dress himself.  There would be no
snuggling with the boy; no exchanges of kisses or whispered
endearments.  Those were reserved for his love-making
sessions with Benjamin Kitts.  But as he looked back at the
beautiful boy who now reclined blissfully on the bunk,
smiling dreamily, Captain Westmoreland considered the
possibilities.  Chauncey was far and away the prettiest boy
on the ship, with refined manners and an apparent fondness
for sucking a man's cock and being buggered.

No, he decided immediately; he wouldn't take the midshipman
to be his lover.  It was one thing to have a ship's boy as
his catamite, but it would be quite awkward to do the same
with a young officer.  And then there was the matter of
risking the wrath of Chauncey's powerful family back in
England.

In all his years at sea, he'd always done just fine using a
succession of powder monkeys as his bum-boys.  No use
courting trouble now by taking an upper-class lad to his
bed.

"You accepted your punishment well, Midshipman Grosvenor.
I have no hesitation in determining that your misdeed shall
be unrecorded and forgotten."

"Thank you, sir!"

"One more thing, lad... in the future you shall desist from
fraternizing with the sailors and ship's boys.  Stay out of
the crew's quarters unless you have ship's business to
attend to.  And while I have no objection to my officers
taking a ship's boy for their pleasure, the rope locker is
not an appropriate venue for someone of your standing.
Talk to one of the senior midshipmen about how to
accomplish that goal with more discretion.  Mr. Renwick or
Mr. Chatfield should be quite knowledgeable in that regard.
That will be all, Mr. Grosvenor."

End of Part 2
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