Date: Mon, 25 May 2009 12:11:16 -0500
From: George Gauthier <georgegauthier@verizonmail.com>
Subject: Cast Away

				Cast Away
				Naked Prey 12
				by George Gauthier

Author's Note: This is a tale set in the Pacific Ocean during the early
XIXth century. It is the twelfth story in my 'Naked Prey' series for the
Historical section of the Nifty Archive, each with different characters.
The Naked Prey Series was inspired by the old movie "Naked Prey" (1966) set
in Africa starring Cornel Wilde and the movie "Run of the Arrow" set among
the Indians of North America. The latter movie was clearly inspired by the
real life exploits of the mountain man John Colter.

The other stories in the series so far are 'Naked Prey' set in 19th century
Africa, 'The Shawnee', set in colonial America, 'Terra Australis', set
during the great age of exploration in the South Seas, 'Dangerous Game' set
largely in the Caribbean in the mid-seventeenth century, 'White Comanche'
set in the American Southwest in the 1830s, 'Fearful Symmetry' about two
castaways on the island of Sumatra in the early 18th century, 'Periplus' a
tale of a voyage around the Indian Ocean in the late eighteenth century,
'Source of the Nile' set in Roman Egypt, 'Treasure of Carthage' set in the
Mediterranean during the mid 12th century, 'Monsters' set in the Pacific
Ocean in the early XIXth century, and 'Hispania' set during the fall of
Visigothic Spain to the Moors in the early VIIIth century.

This story contains graphic descriptions of the male human body, of
consensual and non-consensual sexual activity between adult males, and of
moderate bondage and sexual humiliation.

If any of this would offend a reader, read no further. This is not intended
for persons younger than an age where they may freely and legally select
their reading matter in whatever jurisdiction applies.

It is entirely fictional, with no resemblance intended to any person living
or dead, except the general, but his sex life, as described in this tale,
is wholly fictional. Otherwise, it is reasonable accurate historically as
far as its setting.

Readers who like these stories might want to try my 'Daphne Boy' historical
tales or my 'Jungle Boy' series of tales in a modern setting, posted in the
Gay/Authoritarian section of the archive. Also, please try my futuristic
'Track and Field' stories in College and my 'Mer-Boy' stories in
Gay/Beginnings. For links to my stories, look on the list of Prolific
Authors on the Archive for George Gauthier.

Comments and feedback welcome.

			Chapter 1. Cast Away 1811

The sailor found the blond boy lying unconscious on the beach just above
the line of dried seaweed that marked the reach of the high tide. He must
have washed ashore just before dawn. His lips were cracked from thirst and
his nude body reddened by sunburn, though not badly, protected as he was by
a deep suntan. This was a lad whose skin had the deep even bronze
coloration of someone who must go about entirely naked much of the time.
Small and smooth and peaceful, he looked like a young angel stretched out
on his back, asleep and vulnerable.

What was this beauteous lad doing here, flung up on shore so providentially
for Willem's delectation? Perhaps he was a ship's boy from some wrecked
vessel. Yes that spar next to him must be what he had clung to long enough
to reach this isolated island. Well at least the boy was safe now, and he
would be welcome company in the sailor's loneliness, stranded as he had
been on an uninhabited island for six months. Regardless, this lad was
eminently desirable in the eyes of any male who appreciated a pretty boy.

Willem tried to arouse the boy, but the lad was too exhausted or too
dehydrated to come awake. His eyes did flutter open long enough for Willem
to see that they were a deep green, the color of the lagoon that surrounded
their island. With nothing for it, Willem picked the boy up in his arms to
carry to the shade of his hut. It was not a difficult task for the
powerfully build older youth. The slightly built youth in his arms could
weigh little more than a hundred pounds (48 kg) and stood no taller than
three inches over five feet (160 cm). Certainly no burden for a grown man
who stood over a foot taller than the boy and had nearly double his body
mass. Willem was an impressive six foot four (193 cm) and carried nearly
200 pounds (90 kg) on his lean frame.

Carefully Willem wetted the boy's lips with his fingers, then dribbling a
little liquid between them. That revived the boy enough for him to take
sips of water, all the experienced sailor would allow him at first. Too
much water too soon would only make the boy throw up.  Gradually the boy
took in enough water to be able to speak. Inevitably, the first thing he
said was. "Where am I, sir?"

Willem smiled at the honorific. Yes, this boy sensed his necessary
subordination to the larger and older male even though Willem was barely
two years older at nineteen. That bode well for a proper relationship in
the future. Willem sponged down the boy's limbs too, washing the salt off
his skin and not so incidentally feeling the strength in this lad's wiry
frame. The boy accepted his ministrations, even spreading his legs
reflexively, evidently accustomed to the hands of males touching him
everywhere. What a lovely lad this was -- so trim and taut, and well
endowed for such a slight lad. He hoped he would not have to force himself
on the boy. Seduction was very much his preference, but one way or another,
this lad must become his lover.

"You are on a island in the Pacific Ocean west of South America. If there
is a name for it on the chart, I don't know it. Speaking of names, what is
yours, lad?"

"Daniel, My name is Daniel Lynch, but everyone calls me Danny. My ship, the
Morning Rose, got swamped by a rogue wave.  It just came out of nowhere, as
high as the mast. We did not have a chance. I don't know how I managed to
survive when the ship got smashed."

Willem nodded. Though some sailors considered rogue waves legendary, he had
always respected the tales of the senior mariners who had claimed that
waves a hundred feet high might suddenly rise out of a normal sea to
destroy a ship.

"You are doubly lucky then, first to have survived the wave then to
encounter land in these desolate seas. This section of the eastern Pacific
is largely open water. You might have drifted till you died of thirst or
been taken by sharks. Well at least we can share our exile together."

"Exile?"

Willem explained that he had been a sailor on a merchantman stranded here
by his captain after killing a man in a fight. The man had been a card
cheat and disliked by many of the crew. When called on it, he had drawn
knife. Willem's strength turned the blade back on its owner to stab him
fatally with his own knife. Self-defense or not, the captain would not
tolerate a killer aboard his ship and had stranded Willem on this
uninhabited island. At least the ship had equipped him with tools and
supplies, enough to guarantee survival. This island was several miles
across, got adequate rainfall and was surrounded by waters teeming with
tasty fish. He gave the boy a portion of the fish stew that was his staple.

With some food in his belly, the boy lay back sighing with satisfaction.
That gave the older man a chance to question his new companion further.

"So Danny, you say you are sixteen. You hardly look it, no more than
fourteen really, short as you are and so very smooth, virtually hairless
even at the um, fork of your legs.

"I cannot help my slight stature, sir. Even though it made me more agile in
the rigging. I still wish I could add another span to my height, but I fear
my growth spurt is over, leaving me half a head shorter than other boys my
age. Also, yes, I am smooth, but I never cared much for body hair. Without
it I feel that much more naked."

Daniel blushed at this admission and looked down at the ground, hoping his
new companion would not think him a shameless and wanton boy turned on by
his own lack of manly body hair.

"So you like running around naked, is that it? Well you will get your
chance here. I do have some spare clothing, but I won't let you have any of
it. You will be kept as nude as when you washed ashore like a little
mer-boy, a gift of the sea. Anyway, a pretty lad like you ought to be on
display, constantly nude."

Daniel blushed at these frank words and clutched himself down there and
shivered with the frisson of his own naughtiness. This man clearly intended
to take him carnally. For starters he had decreed that Danny would have to
share their exile perpetually nude. The man was very commanding and good
looking. Danny's submissive nature could not help but react to it. Even
tired as he was from his ordeal, he knew he wanted the sailor to take
command of his small body and use it for his pleasure, for their mutual
pleasure. For his part, Willem was fascinated by the youth who had fallen
so providentially into his hands.

Actually five months short of seventeen, Daniel was preternaturally comely,
small for his age and very slender. He had a fawn-like physique but with a
wiry musculature, toned and taut. Daniel was pretty as a girl with
exquisite features, a straight nose, high cheekbones, and large green eyes
topped by a blond thatch. He had no hair on his body, not even wisps under
his arms or at the fork of his legs. He was a naturally hairless boy, a
condition probably related to his failure to reach full height. His
complexion was flawless, probably for the same reason.

From his tiny red nipples to a deeply indented navel, to narrow hips
framing a surprisingly generous manhood for one so slight of build, Daniel
was real beauty. He carried so little body fat that his flat belly showed a
tracery of downward pointing veins just under the skin. The beat of his
heart was visible on the left side of his smooth chest. He was sleek and
smooth, deeply and evenly tanned all over, the sheen of sweat from the
tropical heat making his skin shine in the bright sunlight. The sweat on
his brow dripped off the end of his straight nose or followed the twin arcs
of his eyebrows to his temples. Stray wisps of hair were plastered against
his temples and forehead, darkened by perspiration as were the tapering
sideburns by his ears. It was obviously no razor had ever scraped his
cheeks or had needed to. He was naturally beardless, without even a hint of
peach fuzz.

Encouraged by the sailor's candor, Daniel returned the older man's
interested gaze. Willem was very good looking though handsome rather than
pretty like little Daniel. Startling blue eyes stared out of a well-formed
face which was framed by red hair. He was clean-shaven or rather his chin
and cheeks were naturally smooth. It ran in his family; males did not grow
a beard till a decade after puberty and even then it was very light. The
man wore only breeches cut short to mid thigh and hung low on his hips.
That let the boy see that Willem himself had very little hair on his chest
and only a light dusting on his powerful lower arms and legs. Daniel
wondered what it would be like to be embraced by the older man, to be taken
carnally as so often had happened aboard the Morning Rose. That had been
little Daniel's real job aboard his former vessel. He admitted as much to
his new companion, pleased to see the smile that admission brought to his
face as the unembarrassed boy related his experiences as the ship's bum
boy.

In truth, Daniel had not expected to be passed around quite so much as he
had been, but even when he signed on he had a good notion of what befalls
pretty lads on long voyages. Never interested in the female half of the
population anyway, Daniel was a natural submissive, a bottom boy who knew
his place in the pecking or rather poking order. So he obediently sank to
his knees when ordered and worshiped the cocks that were offered to
him. The men would take him any way they wanted, on his back, on all fours,
or even two at a time always drawing a strong reaction from the highly
sexed teenager. The men were never overly rough with him since they would
have to answer to their companions who not only lusted after the boy but
genuinely liked the personable and complaisant lad. Daniel knew himself for
a shameless bum boy, not the least bothered when others watched him getting
plugged at both ends, though his face burned at some of the frank comments
from the onlookers. Still he took it all philopsophically. This is what a
small pretty lad like him was born for. The way his body reacted to sex
with other males proved that.

So Daniel had no regrets about shipping aboard the Morning Rose except for
the loss of his shipmates, a decent enough set of fellows all in all. He
had been glad to get away from the orphanage and try out his wings. He
really enjoyed life at sea, freed from the close supervision and overly
fussy standards of deportment required of boys at the orphanage. He was
especially happy, once they reached tropical latitudes, to shuck all his
clothing and run around the deck or swing through the rigging entirely
bare.

The sailors appreciated the unobstructed view of his trim, taut, and sexy
little body and he liked to put it on display even when he worked. He knew
perfectly well that the men would eagerly watch him scrubbing the deck,
bent over on his knees, pushing a scrub brush back and forth, a nude sailor
boy, taut brown butt cheeks flexing, crinkly whorl visible in between,
genitals dangling between his slender thighs, swinging fore and aft as his
back and shoulder muscles rippled as he pushed the brush forward or pulled
it back to him. His stance and movements were much like going down on all
fours, inviting the men to prong him once more.

Their frank conversation encouraged the older man, but he resolved to let
the boy get his rest and recover his health before taking him to bed. They
would both enjoy it so much more that way. So that night though Willem
slept with the boy spooned into his body, they passed the night
chastely. The next morning, he ignored their morning wood and, without
bothering to dress himself, simply showed his new companion around the
island. It was pleasant walking around together, their bare bodies on
display, touching only casually, as with a hand on a shoulder. Each was
fully aware of their attraction to the other but also eager to get to know
each other as persons and to explore their domain. So Daniel got the grand
tour, starting with the hut.

The hut was a simple half cylinder of palm leaves hung from a frame of tied
branches and closed at the ends. It provided shade and some protection from
the rain but was of little use in a storm. Daniel shrugged that off. So
what if he got wet. He was naked anyway. Two streams flowed across the
island, one emptying into the sea just a little south of their
position. That one originated at a spring at the base of the highest hill,
The other ran from a pond on the central plateau to the opposite side of
the island. Willem showed how he had used bamboo sections to pipe fresh
water from higher ground to feed both the separate kitchen and the simple
shower formed of a section of bamboo perforated with an awl. Willem also
showed how me made a crude soap from ashes and sand and oils from a native
fruit. He expected the boy to maintain high standards of personal hygiene.

Daniel's eyes twinkled as he thought about sharing a shower with this
attractive young man who had found him. How providential their
meeting. Willem seemed like a fine person, treating him with kindness,
waiting for the right moment to initiate the lovemaking they both knew was
in the offing. The older male was willing to wait till Daniel was
ready. That restraint and yes, respect for the boy, spoke a lot about
him. Daniel was also impressed by what the man had managed to accomplish
alone during his exile. Who knew what they might do uniting their efforts.

Clearly they would have to expand the garden if it was going to provide for
two. Fortunately there were no animals about so they did not have to worry
much about fencing off the crops of taro and yams. On some islands, goats
introduced by sailing ships were a virtual plague, eating everything in
sight. Willem's sailor's chest held his real treasures, the tools his
captain had left him including fish hooks, line, rope, a good saw, hammer,
nails, knives to shape wood with, etc. He also had a good knife for a
weapon and had fashioned fish spears out of canes of bamboo. With these
tools and the resources of the island, they could survive indefinitely.

Willem kept a signal fire on the promontory ready to light if ever a ship
hove into view. He showed where he stored the steel and flint and tinder to
get it going. The wood for the beacon was covered by a thatch of palm
leaves to keep it always dry and ready. Meanwhile he survived day by day,
hoping for escape. He even kept a journal, hoping to publish it if ever he
got back to civilization.

By the afternoon of the next day the boy was sufficiently recovered from
his ordeal to make advances to the older man. His signals did not go
unnoticed. After all, there the boy stood, wearing just a sheen of sweat,
his manhood tumescent, sticking straight out, a string of precum hanging
from the head of my cock, all purple and swollen. How terrific it made him
feel, displaying himself shamelessly, a pretty boy in heat, cock proud and
strutting along, whirling so Willem could see him from every side, his sexy
body in a state of full arousal. Daniel liked the way his hairless groin
made his genitals look larger, though they were a pretty fair size for
someone with his slight build.  He knew he looked ever so sexy with his
ball sac pulled tight to the fork of his legs, engorged cock jutting
straight out with a fleshy purpled glans shaped like an arrowhead at the
end, a droplet of fluid glistening on its tip, a composition bursting with
youthful male assertiveness. Gosh, what did that say about him. He was
turning into such a boy slut these days from his service on the Morning
Star.

"I see that you are ready for me now, little one. Fine, here is a nice spot
under the trees. Let us gather some palm leaves for a bed and make love. We
will join our bodies as we have already joined our fortunes."

Willem reached out to lead the horny boy by his stiff prick. Daniel flushed
at the bold claim this man was making on his naked body, leading him by his
own erect cock to a bed where the man would have his way with the boy. Ever
the submissive, he made no protest as his nether hole twitched in
anticipation.

Willem pulled the boy close into him then directed the boy's gaze down to
where their bellies touched. The boy's bright green eyes opened wide in a
comical fashion at he took in the sight of the sailor's manhood. Willem was
hugely endowed, incredibly potent with a cock like a truncheon. In length
it was more than three times the width of the boy's small hands.

"Why are you trembling Daniel? Afraid or just from anticipation?"

"I guess I am a little afraid, sir. You are so huge. I am so small, really
tiny back there. Everyone says my hole is tight. I really want you inside
me sir, but I am afraid it will hurt."

"Yes it will hurt some, though I will be slow and careful. A boy of your
experience knows how the initial pain soon turns to pleasure when you are
with a man skilled in the ways of making love to a boy. Trust me
Daniel. This is going to be the best fuck of your young life."

"Yes, sir, but please be gentle with me."

"Always with a diminutive filly like you, Daniel."

"Filly? I'm a boy, Willem, a male." he remarked with some indignation.

"Well, a colt then, but I am the stallion who is going to cover you, to
mount you, to thrust myself inside your withers to reach your warm moist
depths. We are to mate now as men have with boys over the ages. I know you
will not be disappointed.

He knelt down facing the boy. Willem's first kisses were soft even
tentative, the ones that followed were urgent, demanding. He was all over
Daniel, his long red hair framing his handsome face as he drank in the
youth pressed to him. Daniel responded, pressing their tumescent members
together, murmuring words of passion as his arousal consumed him. Hands
cupped buttocks, the blade of Willem's hand slid into the lad's cleavage,
fingers pushed a lubricating oil into the hole, preparing the lad for the
fuck. Lips locked so hard Daniel couldn't breathe. The man was virtually
crushing his body to him, his long denied needs taking control.

Recognizing his distress, Willem back off as Daniel gasped for air. The boy
turned his head and started to lick Willem's large nipples, then snuffled
his armpits straining the hair there with his teeth. When the boy's tongue
reached the big man's belly button the sailor started to breathe
faster. Willem ruffled Daniel's hair and pushed him lower, demanding
service. Daniel turned his face to the giant cock straining upward from a
wiry bush and started to lick away the drops welling out of the tiny slit
at the end.  This drew approving moans from Willem, as his penis vanished
into a velvet warmth that was his boy's mouth. Daniel gently gnashed it
with his teeth, tugging on the glans with soft sucks. Willem spread his
legs apart and squirmed, tossing his head. When the hard member was coated
and slick Daniel turned and lay down onto his belly.

"I can't wait," he said, his face flushed with ardor. "Please fuck me."

Willem kissed his shoulder and asked: "Are you sure you are ready?"

"Bless you sir, for asking me, but yes, I am sure. Surer than ever. I want
you in me. I need you inside me, all of you, as deep as you can go. Take
me, possess me, make me your boy."

With just a little push from his hips to get past the first sphincter,
Willem's cockhead slipped into Daniel's ass, eliciting a gasp from the
boy. Willem paused, letting his small lover get used to his huge girth. He
pushed forward, slipping into him little by little, pausing, his arms
supporting his weight, shoving harder each time the boy signaled he was
ready. When he was a deep as he could go, he was rewarded with a blissful
sigh from his partner. The boy rubbed his ass against Willem's groin to
assure the huge cock inside him was seated as far as it could go. He felt
impaled, possessed, fulfilled. Getting fucked was what bottom boys like
Daniel were all about. It felt wonderful.

After Willem gave Daniel time to get used to his girth, he started to pump
slowly in and out. He bent down to kiss the back of Daniel's neck, tugging
with his teeth at the hair at the nape of his neck. They fell into a
rhythm, Daniel raising his rump to meet the descending shaft as it
penetrated his ass, using his internal muscles to squeeze the invading
penis, both males sweating profusely. Willem responded as the boy on the
bottom begged him to go deeper and faster.

Daniel loved it when his new master's monster cock touched his joy spot. As
the invading shaft stimulated the prostate, his whole body shuddered
helplessly. His lithe torso rippled in a wave that started at his ass and
traveled up past the hips and back and shoulders to the head, a reflex
action indicative of overwhelming lust. Daniel felt his guts clutch in an
internal orgasm.  His green eyes blinked and rolled sightlessly and lost
focus as he surrendered himself to the good feelings coursing through
him. As the shaft fell into a rhythm of penetration and withdrawal, the
sensation became overwhelming. He lost the ability for rational thought for
the duration. His body was tempest tossed on a sea of sensation, the blood
pounding at his temples, his boy cock as stiff as he could ever remember.

For his part Willem could not believe how good it felt to hold his lover's
trim little body, to wrestle with it, to grab and hold onto his sexy torso,
to take control of his limbs, as he struggled, all slick with sweat,
tugging, pulling, and squirming in his arms. The boy was meant to be
grabbed and held and grappled in the arms of strong men who knew what to do
with over-sexed lads like him, lads whose legs spread open automatically as
a stiff prick poked at their cleavage and the crinkly hole lodged within.

It went on and on, the thrusting and the plunging, their bodies twisting
and straining. Willem's masculinity pushed into the boy deeper than he had
ever felt, till, in the fullness of time, the boy felt a wet warmth
flooding his bowels as the sailor, his new lord and master, spewed his seed
deep within him, setting off Daniel's own passionate ejaculation onto the
palm leaves under him. Willem rolled to his side but kept himself lodged
inside the boy's incomparably sweet ass, teasing the lad by fondling his
supersensitive cock head, making his moan with pleasure.

Daniel sighed in the afterglow of their lovemaking. It had been everything
he had wished for. Willem was the best he had ever had. He was a consummate
lover, conscientious enough to give pleasure as well as take it. Willem too
was satisfied that this was no violation of a hapless lad but a fulfillment
of his deepest wishes and needs. Their passionate lovemaking confirmed that
Daniel was a boy who needed to be fucked hard and often and by a man who
knew how. Willem felt privileged to be that man just then.

			Chapter 2. Island Idyll

Some weeks after his arrival, Willem led Daniel on a hike clear across the
island to where the other stream flowed into the sea. They passed through
low scrub and woods on the way. After a walk of an hour, they slowed and
Willem crept forward to a point overlooking the shore of the other side of
the island. He signaled Daniel to advance and together they walked down to
the beach where the youths came upon a religious site, an altar set before
a large statue of a head and torso carved from an outcrop of stone,
presumably some pagan god. Willem showed Daniel several large pottery jars
filled with prepared foodstuffs, though rotten and inedible now. Two others
were filled with something that smelled all too much like beer gone
bad. Several others were covered with leather to serve as drums.

Willem realized that natives must visit this site from time to time to
leave sacrifices to their gods. As he explained to Daniel:

"This island must be tabu, holy ground that they do not settle on but use
for their religious rites. I don't think we can count on a hospitable
reception if we ever ran across them. Our very presence might represent
sacrilege to them. They might attack us. That is why I made us these spears
out of long bamboo canes, Daniel. In case we ran into these natives, though
I suspect we would have heard their drums some way off. And this is
something else I wanted to show you, Daniel, why I took the risk of coming
here."

Willem led the way down the beach to a damaged outrigger canoe half buried
in the sand, left behind by the visitors. "If we can fix it, maybe we can
sail away."

It turned out that the native sailors had the right of it when they
abandoned the canoe. The canoe would never again serve for a long distance
voyage. They managed to patch it up well enough to be useful for short
voyages along the shore or to offshore rookeries to gather bird's eggs, a
task that usually fell to Daniel who could scramble up the rocks more
easily. After sailing and paddling the canoe half-way around the island
back to their camp, they concealed it in the scrub where it could not be
spotted by approaching natives.

All their varied physical activities sharpened the youths' physiques,
firming up muscle, strengthening tendons and ligaments, and developing
their stamina. Shipboard life was fine for maintaining upper body strength
but often with a loss of stamina. After all that walking, running along the
beach, swimming, and paddling the canoe, the two youths were at the peak of
their physical abilities. After some weeks, Willem put aside his brief
garment and went about nude just like his lover. They loved the way total
nudity made them feel closer to nature, like one of nature's
creatures. What was the point of clothing on a deserted island?

The two youths bonded strongly to each other. Besides their intense
physical attraction to each other, Daniel was impressed by the older
youth's level of intelligence and practical good sense as shown in the way
he had set himself up on the island. Willem was a good conversationalist
and spoke endlessly of his upbringing in Holland, about ice skating in the
winter and fishing in the same pond in the summer. He even had a fine
singing voice. Daniel spoke of his poverty that he had signed aboard ship
to escape. He had a lively curiosity about the natural world and would love
a career as a naturalist or at least a botanical collector. He also hoped
someday to write of his travels across the face of the globe.

Willem responded to the younger youth's innocence and cheerfulness not to
mention his optimism despite their chancy prospects. He was glad that he
now had a boon companion at his side, not to mention in his bed. Willem's
first months alone had been very hard to bear. At times he though he might
go mad from the solitude. Daniel's arrival had changed everything, and much
for the better.

For one thing , the boy was so incredibly cute and sexy even when he wasn't
trying to be coy. Willem was glad he had resolved to keep him nude. It made
everything the boy did, even the most mundane of tasks, draw Willem's
gaze. If Daniel bent over to pick up driftwood, that displayed the most
inviting rump Willem had ever seen on a lad, with his deep cleavage
flashing a promise of delights within. His buttocks dimpled fetchingly with
his walk as his slender legs strode along. Daniel often worked in their
garden, kneeling on the ground, brown cheeks resting on bare feet, lithe
torso bent over, ribs and spinal bumps prominent as, trowel in hand, he
worked at his humble task firm muscles playing under the skin. He looked so
alive, a fine specimen of the human animal.

His torso was trim and taut, every rib and muscle bundle outlined under his
flawless bronzed skin. The boy loved to run along the beach, blond locks
trailing, feet rhythmically slapping the sands, air pumping in and out of
his lungs, the sun kissing his bare back and rump. He felt euphoric after
his daily run, an effect moderns later would call a runner's high. Both
youths also loved to swim, a rather unusual skill for sailors. Most sailors
never learned to swim in their lives. The two friends were practically
amphibious, always happy to plunge into the waters, to demonstrate their
mastery of that element, finally to splash their way ashore and lie down in
the sun, side by side, the light glinting and refracted from drops of water
on their skin like tiny diamonds. Willem loved to lick his boy straight out
of the water, finding him a little salty, true, but smelling and tasting of
healthy boy.

And then there was their lovemaking. In those first weeks and months Willem
just couldn't get enough of the boy. Many is the time Willem interrupted
the boy's chores to grab him and toss him over his shoulder and carry him
to their bed, the boy squealing and kicking ineffectually in feigned
protest and distress at his capture and imminent violation. They happily
played the roles of brutish pirate and captive virgin.

Daniel's squeals of delight rather undercut his pretense of being an
innocent fallen into the clutches of a brute intent on using the boy in
appalling ways to gratify his bestial and perverted lusts. Daniel's own
lusts were just as aroused and fit perfectly with Willem's. One was a top,
the other a bottom boy. Willem's role was to dominate and penetrate,
Daniel's to submit, to surrender his delectable body for whatever use the
older male wanted to make of it. Often he simply forced the boy to hands
and knees and mounted him quickly, Willem's big cock shoving into Daniel's
hole. The older youth always wondered how such a tiny orifice could swallow
him to the root, but Daniel always thrust his hips back for maximum
penetration. The curves of Daniel's body were so exciting to Willem as he
pumped in and out, pausing from time to time to kiss the lad who turned his
head enough for them to lock lips passionately while joined. Willem seldom
had to touch Daniel's cock to bring him off, the stimulation of his thrusts
was arousing enough. Daniel was the perfect lover. He practically lived to
be fucked.

Willem especially liked to make love while stretch out on his back, with
the much smaller boy sitting astride his hips, impaled on his rigid
member. That gave the bigger youth a full view of the younger male's
delectable body glistening with sweat. From his impossibly cute face, down
his well corrugated chest and belly, to the narrow hips framing his well
formed genitals, Daniel was a vision of youthful male pulchritude. Willem
could touch the boy all over his front or pull his down to his chest and
hug the lad to him, stroking his back, fingering the chevrons of his ribs,
delving with his fingers into his cleavage.

The boy was quite vocal in his lovemaking though frequently incoherent as
his feelings overwhelmed him. Willem played the boy like a musical
instrument, eliciting all manner of gasps and giggles and sighs not to
mention the grunts, moans, groans, and hisses from rougher play as Willem
pinched and tugged on his tiny red nipples, slapped his rump, rubbed the
boy's own precum over the head of his cock, pulled on his foreskin, tapping
and stroking the boy's finely shaped cock.

Daniel was quite respectable in that department especially for one with his
slight build. He had a smooth cock with a vein running along the top of the
shaft from his belly to where the foreskin hugged his cock head, outlining
the ridge of the glans under the skin, leaving just the slit at the tip of
the head visible. Cock and balls were reasonably sized but he wouldn't be
scaring the horses. It might take both his small hands to cover his
erection, but only one when he was soft though it did look larger from the
way it sprouted out of a bare groin bearing no more than a suggestion of
blond pubes.

Sometimes the older youth tied the boy up, arms behind him, ankles roped
together or spread apart with a stick, helpless as any real captive might
be. The poor lad had no choice but to undergo the tickle tortures Willem
delighted in inflicting once he realized his young lover was quite
ticklish. Many is the time he broke off only when the lad was short of
breath, his ribs hurting from giggling so much, almost incoherent, begging
for mercy. Or he would throw his captive over his lap or a downed log and
administer a good spanking or switching. Just enough to get his butt cheeks
red and to get the boy in the mood.

Daniel has a bit of mischief in him and liked to play practical jokes on
his lover like putting a small fiddler crab in his drinking mug. These
incidents furnished the perfect excuse for the occasional spanking. The two
youths liked to improvise deliberately corny dialogue to go with the scene.

"Wicked boy! You have brought this upon yourself. You realize that don't
you?"

"Yes, master, I know I have been naughty, but my bottom is still tender
from our lovemaking last night. Must you mark my pretty cheeks now with red
welts."

"Alas, little one, that cannot be helped. It is a known fact that the most
direct route to a boy's brain is by application of a switch to his pert
rump."

"You are right, of course. I deserve nothing less than a good switching for
my misdeed."

"Indeed you do, pretty one. The welts will serve as a reminder of your
infraction.  Any rider would tell you that a frisky colt like you
occasionally needs a few swats with a riding crop on his withers so he
obeys the reins."

During the switching or spanking the boy squirmed and tugged at his bonds,
and writhed and moaned theatrically during his punishment, not that Willem
really hurt him. A little redness, a few welts, and some soreness was the
only damage to the lovely lad. Willem could never hurt the boy he loved,
not really. Little Daniel looked so cute afterwards, standing there nude,
rubbing his reddened butt cheeks with both hands, trying to look contrite
over his infraction but with a mischievous twinkle in his eye that let you
know he would do it again the very next chance he got. This punishment
scene was only one way that they livened up their otherwise lonely
existence.

A spanking wasn't the only tribute Willem paid to Daniel's cute butt. Many
is the time he simply bent the lad in half, pushing the lad's torso ass
over teakettle till his knees were touched the ground beside his face. Once
the boy's butt was totally exposed, Willem explored the crinkly orifice
thus revealed with his lips and tongue, kissing and rimming and sucking on
it. The boy cooperated, squeezing open, pooching his asslips out, everting
the muscular ring. Willem folded his tongue and penetrated the hole,
frigging it, licking, working away at it, arousing the boy to a new form of
sensation and erotic pleasure. Sometimes Willem put the boy on his knees
bent forward. That let the older youth play with the hole or perhaps pull
back on his rigid cock and suck or stroke it till the boy shuddered in
climax.

Sometimes they climbed to the promontory just to look out to sea for
passing ships. Willem's captain had not let him take a valuable spyglass,
but any European ship on the horizon would be seen readily enough, what
with its tall rigging and sails. They often stood there, the boy in front,
his lover just behind, holding him in his arms, their bodies in total
contact. Willem was content just to hold the boy, to nuzzle his neck and
nibble at his ear, to run his hands along his chest and belly or to hold
his narrow hips, pulling the boy into him. He enjoyed the warmth of their
bodies, the smell of clean boy, the very sound of his breathing. Neither
wanted their exile to last forever, but they did not mind this chance to
get to know one another, to have adventures, to make love at any moment, to
be free from social obligations and restrictions.

Their chores were not onerous though they did have to work to provide for
themselves. Bounty did not just fall from the trees. To get coconuts,
Daniel tied his ankles together and used the friction from the rope to
shinny up the palm trees. Gardening was another chore Daniel took care
of. The boy had found he really liked to tend to plants: planting, seeding,
hoeing, weeding, pruning, staking, watering, whatever. He found it was
deeply satisfying to tend to plants, to make things grow, to grub his hands
in the soil. Then there were his expeditions to rookeries to collect birds'
eggs.

The youths also fished. Sometimes they used fish spears standing in shallow
water. At other times, they went out in their boat an cast the small net
that Willem had with him. Sometimes they trailed hand lines, though they
had to chop the line free that time they caught a shark too dangerous to
handle. The youths also dived for shellfish from the bottom of the lagoon,
although without goggles their vision was quite blurred.

Once their canoe chanced upon a huge sea turtle swimming on the surface.

"It's magnificent! Oh, let's not kill it, Willem. I want to go for a ride!"

He dove into the sea next to the turtle and grabbed the forward edge of its
shell. The turtle continued paddling along, little caring that the boy had
latched on to him. His slight mass and the hydraulic resistance of his
slender body meant nothing to the powerful sea creature which easily
weighed five hundred pounds (240 kg).  Daniel had a lot fun sluicing
through the water effortlessly, letting his legs trail behind, all while
going far faster than he could swim himself. Willem paddled behind, keeping
pace, grinning widely, sharing the experience with his lover. The blue of
the sky, the green of the waters, and the white of the clouds and the sandy
beach painted the scene with a vivid palette of colors, one they would
never forget as long as he lived. Finally the turtle tired of the sport and
dove for deep water staying down for so long the boy had to let go and swim
up to the surface for air. Willem helped him clamber aboard the canoe. They
lay together in the bottom, resting, listening to the slap of the waves,
utterly content with their fate.

In this way, as one one pleasant day succeeded another, two years
passed. They made a fine couple and had been very happy in their exile. The
two youths looked little if any older for it. Willem's beard still had not
grown in nor had little Daniel added to his height. Though eighteen he
hardly looked more than fifteen or sixteen. Willem was a handsome twenty
one. The two youths practically glowed with good health.

			Chapter 3. Royal Navy

The ship showed at first as only a blot on the horizon. It sailed straight
for the island, intent on finding fresh water for its casks. Its captain
headed his ship toward the widest gap in the fringing reef. The two youths
on the island realized that the captain had been mislead by the slack
tide. With no tidal current running in and out to form a whirlpool and
white water, he could not realize that coral heads lay just under the
surface of the wide gap. They would tear the bottom out of his ship. The
boys took to their canoe and paddled to intercept. They reached the vessel
before it crossed the reef.

"Avast! 'Ware the reef!" Willem called in his fine baritone, then added in
explanation. "Hidden rocks below."

That was enough warning for the captain to veer off and then approach very
slowly on reduced sail. The youths lay alongside the ship which they
realized was a man of war, a British frigate called the Albatross. They
swarmed up a rope dropped to them from the deck. A lean man in is early
thirties spoke with the voice of authority.

"I am Captain Edward Capstall, in command of His Majesty's frigate
Albatross. Who the devil would you two lads be? And what is this about
hidden rocks?"

Willem explained that the safer passage lay to the west. It was not so
wide, but there were no hidden coral heads there either. He offered to
guide the ship in. Captain Capstall had his sailing master join Willem in
the canoe to explore the passage while Daniel stayed aboard the frigate.

The pretty lad drew stares. Some men looked at him with frank lust on their
faces. With his blond hair grown down to his shoulder blades, angelic
features, a deep tan, and his smooth hairless physique, the boy was
stunning in his physical beauty. He pretended to be utterly unconcerned
about his nudity, smiling at some of the bolder looks he got. Inwardly he
was gratified that he had an audience after so long. What cock proud lad
would turn down the chance to strut his stuff. He stood up straight, chest
and hips forward, belly flat, his buttocks taut and tight, the deep
cleavage emphasized by his stance.

There he was, a pretty boy parading nude about the deck, as eyes hungrily
devoured him, drinking in his beauty of face and form. Daniel knew that men
were looking at his tiny red nipples, his corrugated belly, and the smooth
arc of his cock looking larger since it sprouted directly from his hairless
groin. How many sailors would want to tweak those nipples or to hold that
cock or run a thumb to trace the vein that ran along the top of the shaft,
to heft those hairless balls. Quite a few if his experience with sailors
counted for anything.

Daniel knew this blatant display was nothing less than wickedness, stark
temptation for sailors cooped up aboard ship for too many weeks, but he
couldn't help it. He so very much liked to show off his sexy body. Oh
oh. There his cock was starting to plump up and lift off his ball sac. No,
no, an erection would never do. That would be going too far, given they
were on a vessel of the Royal Navy. Officially little bum boys like Daniel
were persona non grata on His Majesty's warships. Homosexual relations were
punished severely, usually with a whipping.

"Can I provide you with some clothing, Daniel," the captain asked his young
visitor, having noticed the beginnings of his arousal.

"Thank you sir, but there is no need really. I have been on this island for
over two years now, naked the whole time. Clothing would feel very strange
to me. I will stay like this, if you don't mind."

"As you wish, youngling, but keep that under control, will you?" he said
with a nod to the boy's cock and a sardonic smile.

Daniel reddened and faced the bulwarks, focussing his attention on the pair
in the canoe leading the way through the reef. That shift presented his bum
for the crew's scrutiny, made even more delectable by his full body
blush. Everyone saw how deeply tanned the boy was even on his butt. Clearly
the lad must ran around starkers all the time. They hoped he would stay
that way. How delightful.

The captain was fully aware that the shameless boy's lubricious display of
concupiscence had aroused his crew, not to mention himself. Official policy
aside, he himself took the cabin boy to his bed and shared him with the
first and second mates. The men in the forecastle had to make do with the
powder monkeys, agile lads whose job it was was to bring black powder from
the magazines to the gun crews. As captain, he tolerated such relationships
on practical grounds, to provided sexual relief for his crew on long
voyages. Good thing the Albatross was a naval vessel with the crew under
military discipline. On a merchant ship the crew might simply have claimed
the boy as their own and carried him below decks for an extended get
acquainted session.

Now there was this new boy, Daniel, eighteen by his account but looking no
more than sixteen, so smooth and brown and naked. Captain Capstall had
never seen anyone male or female as lovely as this lad. He had to have
him. He wondered if the older youth would object. The two youths were
obviously a pair of lovers.

In short order, the ship was anchored safely in the lagoon. The youths
showed the crew where to refill their water casks and take on coconuts and
vegetables from their garden. Then it was time for explanations, carried
out on the quarterdeck, both youths still entirely nude. Daniel actually
liked being naked amid men who were clothed. It made him feel even more
naked, to have them up close, for them to see that he was not only nude but
virtually hairless, even at the fork of his legs, his genitals dangling
there in plain sight, his ass cleavage fully revealed. Why if he bent over
to pick something off the deck, they would get a look at the whorl in its
depths. Now that was being naked!

Willem related how the captain of his Spanish owned vessel had stranded
him. They had never got on too well anyway. Willem de Ruyter was originally
from the Dutch owned island of Sint Maarten in the Caribbean and had gone
to sea at fourteen. He even held an inactive commission as a sublieutenant
in the Dutch navy. He was from a cadet branch of the de Ruyter family,
famous in Dutch naval history. Daniel explained that this was his maiden
voyage out of Newburgh in New York State.

"Maiden voyage, was it? I suppose you did not remain a virgin for
long. Since you were a pollywog when you crossed the equator southward
bound in the Atlantic, the shellbacks would have had their fun with
you. They did not just humiliate you; they used you sexually, did they
not?"

Daniel actually winced at the memory of his misadventures as a pollywog.

In the time honored traditions of the sea, sailors who had never 'Crossed
the Line' had to endure a humiliating rite of passage. The seasoned
sailors, the Shellbacks, lorded it over the newbie Pollywogs. It happened
that Daniel was the only pollywog aboard on that trip, so he drew all the
attention (and pent-up mischief) of his shipmates. The sailors took
advantage of the fact that the boy was already naked. They forced the nude
youth to crawl on his belly across a deck strewn with rotting vegetables
then to scuttle on hands and knees between their straddled legs as they
swatted his rump with a tawse or rope-end. With a rope around his waist,
they dunked him in the sea and towed him behind the ship for a while,
threatening to keelhaul him. Next they pulled the bedraggled lad back up on
deck where he had to endure all manner of poking and verbal humiliations,
with much reference to his diminutive size, hairless body, pretty boy
looks. They promised him an active sex life from that point on, sucking
cock and taking it up the ass all the time from the other sailors.

The lusty sailors put the hapless lad in bondage, tying his hands behind
his back, upending him and hanging him by his ankles from a spar. There he
hung upside down, legs spread wide apart, his head just about waist height,
helpless and vulnerable dangling there balls and ass so totally exposed and
handy for them grab for. The bare chests of the men pressed in on him, the
touch of their crinkly chest hair on his skin sending shivers through his
trussed up body. The men ran their hands along his thighs, delving into his
exposed cleavage, toying with his genitals and his hole. The lusty sailors
took turns spanking or caressing or even kissing the sublime bums so
conveniently to hand.

To make things interesting, 'King Neptune', with the captain's permission,
mixed brandy and red wine from ship's stores and poured it through a funnel
stuck in the boy's anus to fill up the rectum within. The youth could only
squirm deliciously as the warmth of the liquid heated his insides. The men
chuckled at this new way they had found to get the boy's ass hot and to get
a fire going in his belly.

Poor Daniel! The lad was not used to spirits anyway and taking so much
fortified wine that way got the alcohol into his bloodstream far faster
than through the stomach. That rectum is lined with blood vessels just
under the surface. It wasn't long before the youth was tipsy, then giddy,
and finally hopelessly inebriated. He abandoned himself to the sexual
excitement of the moment as the men made him suck them all off, many of
them twice.

Hands were on him everywhere, touching him, stimulating him, squeezing and
fondling and stroking. Those who couldn't wait simply jerked off and
splooged his chest and belly and face. Despite his feeble protests the
sailors worked Daniel's own cock, bringing him off again and again till he
was utterly drained. One man got the idea to use a belaying pin to churn
the mixture in his rectum, so he got fucked by a hard wooden cock as
well. They used the round head of the belaying pin to probe him, leaving
the cylindrical shank poking obscenely up out of his hole.

As Daniel struggled and squirmed, some of the fortified wine got forced out
of his anus, spurting over his ass and draining down his back and belly and
chest.

"Poor lad!" someone intoned with transparent insincerity. "See how he sheds
his virgin's blood."

That provoked a general chuckle among the participating shellbacks. This
was a crossing the line ceremony, no one would soon forget. It was the day
Daniel passed from being ship's boy to the ship's toy, always getting
passed around, squirming in the grasp of lusty sailors, who filled him
every day with cock and semen. The men took turns, a few every evening,
drawing straws for the privilege. Daniel soon was reconciled to his fate as
the crew's boy slut. His occasional protests were dismissed. Didn't he get
hard when the men used him for their pleasure?. He was just as turned on as
they were, a natural bottom boy, a whore just begging to be used.

Lost in memory, Daniel was the last to notice that his cock was now fully
erect and rock hard. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip.

"Excuse me sir." Willem began, "but I need a word with my friend." He
grabbed the lad's stiff prick and lead him over to the rail.

"Danny, we have to be cautious. You can't just throw a boner any time you
want to, not like on the island with just the two of us."

"I am sorry, Will, but I told you the story of my initiation. You know how
terrible sexy it was. Just now, after the captain's remarks, it all came
back to me. I am sorry."

Willem sighed. As much sense fault the sky for being blue as to fault an
lad of eighteen years for being highly sexed. It came with the
territory. It wasn't his fault that the crew of his old ship had turned him
into their sex toy. The youths returned to confer further with the officers
of the ship.

"Someday I must hear the tale of your initiation, little Daniel, but let us
return to business. I am very sorry to have to inform you that our two
nations are at war and have been since 1812. That puts me in a quandary. I
am grateful to both of you for your help in keeping the ship from running
aground. I also realized that your act was in part from self-interest. You
obviously hoped for rescue and warned us off to protect the ship that could
take you off this island."

You, Willem de Ruyter have a naval commission from our ally the Dutch. So
you are exempt from being pressed. However, under the laws of war I can
transport Daniel on my ship only as a prisoner or as a sailor impressed
into the Royal Navy. I cannot treat you simply as a rescued seaman, Daniel,
as I could in time of peace. So I ask you now, will you serve His Majesty?"

"Whaaat!" Daniel exclaimed."No. I could never serve in the Royal Navy,
sir. Not in time of war. That would make me a traitor to the United
States. I would rather rot in chains."

"Which would be a waste and a shame." the captain replied. "Master at Arms,
put the lad in chains."

Willem protested but he could do nothing against a whole naval crew,
especially unarmed as he was. He had to watch as the blacksmith fitted
shackles to his lovely Daniel. The captain agreed to transport Willem to a
safe haven, given his allied status, but warned the distraught young man
not to interfere with the running of the ship. Meanwhile the boy was
incarcerated in the hold with other American seamen from whaling ships the
Albatross had sunk. Some of their crew had been impressed into British
service.

That night, the captain had Daniel brought to his cabin. This was his
chance to make love to this beauteous boy. How small he was, so smooth and
hairless, appearing several years younger than his true age of eighteen. He
looked so helpless, shackled at wrists and ankles. Very much like the slave
boys he had seen on sale in slave markets in the Near East and had always
wanted to buy. Daniel's hair was long like a girl's, his face prettier than
any boy had a right to be, and he had a fine taut torso and well defined
musculature on his limbs. Although the boy glared daggers at his captor he
knew he must suffer this man's attentions, to let him take his carnal
pleasure of him as so many others had. Sometimes it is not an advantage to
be young and small and beautiful. Especially not when you are shackled and
naked.

For starters, the captain had Daniel kneel, the traditional way to
establish power relationships, the bottom boy on his knees like a
supplicant, the master looming tall over him, presenting his cock for
worship. The clinking of his chains reinforced the boy's sense of
helplessness. On his knees, small, naked, shackled, a cock presented to him
for his ministrations, Daniel did what came naturally to a sexual
submissive like himself. He licked the purple head then smooched it with a
wet kiss. He licked the shaft and washed the balls individually. He put his
pouty lips around the shaft and sucked the man's substantial endowment,
fighting his urge to gag, gradually taking the member deeper and deeper
into his throat till his nose was buried in the man's pubic bush.

With his fists wrapped in the boy's long blond locks, the man controlled
the pace of the face fuck, watching his cock slide in an out of that
exquisitely lovely face, the cheeks hollowing as the boy sucked. The boy
knew that he was expected to look up worshipfully at his new lord and
master, in token of his submission. The boy was careful with his teeth too,
not caring to rouse his captor's wrath. With his excitement mounting to a
climax, the man blew his load down the boy's throat. He pulled out partway,
letting his cum fill then overflow the boy's small mouth. Even then he did
not withdraw entirely but kept his cock inside the boy's mouth for a long
while afterwards, letting it bathe in the moist orifice. Having the boy's
play with his softened cock with his tongue.

Later, after he firmed up again, the man bent the boy over the table bolted
to the floor and examined his prize. The boy's buttocks were like twin
melons, firms and jiggly both, with a deep cleavage between and the tiny
treasure hole at the bottom. The crinkly red-brown whorl of muscle invited
penetration by any lover of young lads. This was what a boy like Daniel was
born for, to offer his rump to be mounted by strong men who knew what he
was put on earth for. Capstall thrust his fingers thrust into the ass
lubricating him. He spread the tight hole apart with his thumbs, then
replaced the digits with his stiff prick. It slid in easily even though the
boy was quite tight. Capstall was in ecstasy, his cock clutched in velvety
warmth in the boy's depths. Never before had he had sex with a boy so sexy
and so pretty as little Daniel. So complaisant and submissive too. He had
expected to have to break the boy's will. Well, chained as he was, what
choice did he have but to submit to what the captain was honest enough to
admit was simple rape.

For his part, Daniel knew he dared not displeasure this man who held his
fate in his hands. Being slapped into irons had taken a lot of the fight
out of the boy, what little there was. The fact is that the boy was a
natural submissive. He expected to take orders and to be bossed around and
to be taken carnally. He also had a lot of experience giving it up to more
powerful males, those who dominated him by their size, strength, authority,
or sexual power. What was Daniel but a slightly built youth, a boy castaway
living stark naked on a deserted island. Add to that he was now a prisoner
of war, in chains, under the authority of a ship's captain, the closest
thing to a god on the face of the earth. If that man stroked his inner
thigh, Daniel knew that meant to spread his slender legs yet wider, to
twitch his hole open further in preparation for yet another
penetration. This was what a faggot boy like him was born for, after all.

He expected the captain would keep him naked during their cruise of many
months before they returned to England. He wondered whether the man would
throw him to the crew when he tired of him or would he keep the boy for
himself or maybe just the officers. Daniel faced an unenviable
future. Aboard the Albatross he would be fucked all the way across two
oceans till turned over the the keeper of prisons back in England. As a
prisoner of war, he would likely wind up on one of those dis-masted naval
hulks used as floating prisons. If not the guards then his fellow prisoners
would insist on continued nudity, keeping always ready for sexual
service. Even if he survived disease and bad food, his future would be one
of endless mountings by the captain, his crew and later by fellow prisoners
and guards. And he would be confined below decks, never to feel the wind on
his face nor the kiss of the sun on his bare skin.

These sessions went on for several days while the crew careened the ship
and scraped her bottom free of barnacles and seaweed. For this time, the
ship was drawn up on shore and tilted to first one side then the
other. Despite the slant, the cabins were still usable, so the captain kept
the boy with him except when he was not chained up in the hold. It was
during this period that the captain got the story of his initiation while
crossing the line. He related it to the mates the next morning while
standing on the quarterdeck. Soon the story was all around the ship,
drawing leers and jeers at the hapless boy's expense. Just one more
humiliation the poor lad had to suffer at the hands of his captors.

			Chapter 4. The Hunt

Finally the ship was ready to sail. That last night it floated at anchor in
the lagoon. This was the chance Willem had been waiting for. He had
pretended to accept Daniel's lot as the fortunes of war. He told the
captain, that he would ransom the boy once they were back in civilization
and Willem had access to his family fortune. As an allied officer Willem
had the freedom of the ship and did nothing to arouse suspicion of his
daring plan.

As was his wont, the captain liked to sleep with the boy spooned into him,
his round rump docked into the man's lap. During one especially dark night,
Willem climbed down a rope to the window of the captain's cabin and slipped
inside. Although unarmed he readily equipped himself with sword, knife, and
pistols from the captain's weapons rack. He woke Daniel up first and
cautioned him to keep quiet, handing him a pistol to train on the
captain. Then Willem woke up Capstall. Willem ordered him to call the
blacksmith into his cabin in order to strike the shackles from Daniel's
wrists and ankles.

"You will never get away with this, de Ruyter. This is an act of piracy on
the high seas. Our nations are allies, so this is treason to your country
too."

"In the first place, Capstall, it is merely our kings who are allies. The
American and French Revolutions have made thinking men everywhere question
the need for kings and aristocracies. In any event, the Netherlands has
been annexed to the French Empire. Napoleon draws many conscripts from
there into his armies and navies. So in a sense I am a citizen of an enemy
power and not an ally.

"You might have just sailed away for our island and left us in peace. Your
war is so far away. But no, you had to stick to your overly punctilious
conception of your duty."

"Actually, de Ruyter, the war is already here in the Pacific. I never told
you what my mission was. It is to seek out and destroy the American whaling
fleet in North Pacific waters. The loss of so much maritime wealth will
teach those upstart Americans not to tweak the beard of the British
lion. Do you know they tried to invade Canada, to steal that dominion from
his Majesty? The effrontery of a nation of shopkeepers and small holders!"

"Then how do you differ from pirates yourselves, you British, burning ships
or taking them as prizes? Know this Captain. I will never let you take
Daniel from me or to hurt him, not while I have breath to resist. You will
not cast him into some prison hulk to waste his youth, to rot and die. We
will fight you together and, if we must, die together. As your enemy I
could kill you in good conscience. Instead I offer you an alternative. Sail
away with the morning tide and leave us in peace, the two of us. You owe us
that much for saving your ship from the rocks."

"I deny that debt. You had your own reasons for wanting my ship
undamaged. In any event my hands are tied. Besides, now that you have taken
up arms against me, you are an enemy in time of war. Give this up de
Ruyter. You must know that you are totally outmatched. What can you do,
just two naked youths against a ship of war and its whole crew. We will
hunt you down. The island is not so large that you can hide
indefinitely. We will run you to ground, hunting you like animals. That is
what you will be, hunted animals, so much naked prey for my crew. Is that
what you want?"

But Willem just shook his head.

"Captain Capstall, I could not only kill you here and now, I could also set
the ship on fire. Those lanterns and your store of brandy would get a fine
blaze going, one impossible to put out in the fine on-shore breeze that is
blowing tonight. Instead I offer to spare your life and your ship if you
leave us in peace on the island."

"Very well, I agree, not just to save my own life, you understand, but out
of my duty to preserve His Majesty's ship and crew."

The blacksmith struck off Daniel's irons. The naval captain was their
hostage as the youths rowed to shore in a dory. They faded into the scrub
while the captain waited for his crew to fetch him back to his ship. Once
aboard, he did not keep his word, but rallied his men to hunt the youths
down, like so much naked prey. In the log book, he charged them with both
piracy and acts of war.

Once more the two youths were thrown back on their own resources, with just
a few weapons between them. Their hut was no place to make a stand. It was
just a place to dwell in during peacetime. Its only defense was concealment
in dense scrub. That was good as far as it goes, but the navy knew where
they were.

It was fortunate that the youths had already seen to their defenses, though
intended against a possible attack by the natives. They had several caches
of supplies and equipment scattered around the island and had determined
rendezvous points if they got separated. They had worked out a series of
signals too including whistling and bird calls.

Willem and Daniel were familiar with the whole island. The ship's crew knew
nothing of the interior. That would be to their advantage. They knew the
pathways across the island, the passes between the hills marching men might
take and where to find water. They had already scouted good places to
ambush enemies or to throw off pursuit. Also the boys were physically fit
from all their labor. All their walking, running, and swimming had given
them marvelous stamina. By contrast, the crew of the warship were out of
shape. Sailors at sea get little chance to maintain their stamina, not in
the confines of a ship.

Willem had wanted to build a fort on a small peninsula as a final
redoubt. Defended by sea cliffs on three sides with a gully on the fourth
side. it was a natural fortress. They had dragged a few logs and rocks to
form a breastwork across the narrow neck of land. It was furnished with
water and stored food. They used some of the discarded jars at the
sacrificial altar for their siege provisions. The fort was a last resort, a
place to make a last stand and make an enemy pay dearly. It was not place
for a long siege, so the youths avoided it during their campaign.

The landing parties of sailors and marines quartered the island but without
success. The youths seemed to appear and disappear at will, darting into
dense brush then scampering on all fours close to the ground to hiding
places. They tag teamed the search parties, making them run toward first
one boy then the other. The marines and sailors were quickly run ragged,
especially encumbered as they were. Their muskets were inaccurate beyond
thirty paces and were intended for volley fire against an enemy line of
battle. They had little chance to picking off two bare ass youths
scampering about quick and agile as squirrels. The boys used vines to climb
trees and to swing over gullies and inlets to throw off pursuit. Another
way they avoided detection was to hide out in sea caves carved into the
shores of the islands. Several had openings underwater that could not be
spotted even from ships boats patrolling the shore.

All the while, the youths used guerilla tactics against the enemy, using
trails and bolt holes only the two of them knew about to pick them off,
whittle down their numbers, destroy their supplies. They avoided killing
the British seamen, figuring that would make them thirst for
revenge. Instead they aimed at wounding their foes. It was simple
arithmetic. A dead man could be left where he fell to be buried later. A
wounded man needed two or more others to drop what they were doing and
carry him to the ship for doctoring. A wounded man also moaned and groaned
and generally got on the nerves of his comrades, further worsening morale.

Also, the two young men were decent sorts who had no stomach for needless
killing. Daniel was adept at dropping out of a tree to club the last man in
a patrol. Then he simply faded into the bush. Willem dug a shallow trench
and lay down in it concealed by palm leaves and sand atop. That let him
ambush careless soldiers. He particularly liked to strike while a man had
stepped aside to answer a call of nature. He not only knocked the man
unconscious, he stripped the trousers off him and cut them apart to make
them unwearable. They set vines across paths at key points to make their
enemy trip and fall down slopes hard enough to break legs or arms or crack
heads. In short order, they put more than twenty sailors and marines out of
commission with only one fatality, a man who broke his neck in a fall down
a slope.

One of their most effective defenses was a series of traps on the main
trails. These were holes large enough for a man to step into, their
openings concealed by leaves and sand. Anyone whose foot slid into one of
the holes would get splinters of bamboo through his foot. Only the two
youths knew to look for the subtle signs they had laid so that they
themselves would not fall victim to their own traps. The boys were not
vindictive so they did not smear the points with excrement that would have
made the wounds fester fatally. The idea after all was to cause misery and
to discourage their foes. Another nasty trick was to sneak into a enemy
camp and drop a leaf wrapped package of their own excrement onto the low
fire. After it caught fire, the awful smell from its burning was a reminder
of how hapless their pursuers were.

The danger the boys faced daily added spice to their love life. Their
lovemaking became even more intense and satisfying though they did have to
suppress their vocalizations for fear of giving themselves away to the
occasional night patrols. After a while their enemy realized that night
patrols were a fool's errand. Bad enough trying to track down their naked
prey in the daylight. That let the youths fully express their love for one
another.

"Oh, Willem, we must survive this ordeal, you and I. Our love must
survive. I never realized how good it could be to love a man I respected
and liked. Oh, I know that I have been something of a slut, spreading my
legs for most of my crew, but that was only physical. I won't deny I didn't
enjoy it. With you I feel complete, a wholeness I have never know before."

"Danny, Danny, I love you so much. You have filled a void in my heart. It
is not just your pretty face and fine round rump either, delectable as
those are to me. You have pluck and grit, a simple courage any man would
admire in a mate. Also a wicked sense of humor devising those stink
bombs. I want us to survive to old age, to tell the tale around the tavern
as a pair of old salts. Can you see us like that someday? Two old coots
around a fire?"

Danny laughed and hugged his lover closer. The warmth he shared with the
familiar body of his lover was his earnest of his love and commitment to a
lifelong relationship.

After nearly two weeks of cat and mouse, the youths were beginning to
wonder if the Albatross would ever give up. The captain had tried
occasionally shelling the island at night to harass the boys, to keep them
awake and on edge, but that kept his own men awake too. The British tried
to burn the forest cover, but their fires fizzled out quickly in the lush
vegetation fostered by a humid climate.

One morning the boys heard cannon fire. They ran to the promontory to watch
the scene. It seems an American frigate had chanced upon the Albatross at
anchor and was in the process of methodically pounding her to pieces. The
American ship had all the advantages: she was under sail and enjoyed the
weather gage while the British ship was at anchor. She was fully
crewed. Many of the sailors and marines from the Albatross were patrolling
the island. She had the advantage of surprise too. Besides, she was one of
those new large frigates the Americans had thrown into war. Their specially
designed hull ribbing supported a longer and stronger gun deck than usual
for a frigate. That meant that her weight of metal was far superior to the
broadside of the British frigate. In short order she demolished the
Albatross. Captain Capstall had no choice but to surrender, sounding the
recall to his men still on the island.

In due course, the American captain learned the reason the Albatross had
been caught flat footed had been the distraction the boys on the island had
provided. He waited patiently till the two youths swam out to his ship to
present themselves, still stark naked as they had been for over two years.

"So you two are the reason the Brits frittered away their time at this
island instead of attacking our whaling fleet. Good work lads. You gave my
ship the time I needed to track her down before she could do too much
damage. As it is, she sank four ships."

"They brought their downfall on themselves, acting like pirates, sinking
ships and raping my Daniel here. We were happy to help!"

			Epilogue

Although the American ship captain told Daniel that the war at sea was
going well for the Americans, the same could not be said for the war on
land, after the ignominious defeat of the American attempt on Canada. Still
he told the boy not to worry. The British had not been able to defeat three
million Americans during the Revolutionary War. What could they do now
against a population more than twice that size spread out over an even
greater expanse of the continent including the recently acquired Louisiana
Purchase. No, whatever the fortunes of war, the British were not an
existential threat to the United States of America.

Instead of asking for transport back to civilization, the two youths wanted
to stay on their island. This was territory they had fought for, had risked
their lives for. A dozen of the crewmen from American whaling ships asked
to be put ashore with them to try their hand at founding a new colony in
the South Seas. Willem, a natural leader, organized the young men into
crews of fishers and farmers and got their economy going using their labor
plus the tools, equipment, timber, sea stores, and weapons salvaged from
the Albatross. They even recovered her copper bottom and the nails that had
held her hull together. In time they exported sandalwood, copra and mother
of pearl to pay for the manufactures and luxuries they had to import.

Little Daniel lived openly as Willem's spouse. The youths were obviously
devoted to one another. Willem never minded the boy's brief dalliances with
some of the other colonists. It was just an expression of his high
spirits. The two youths were popular with their new colonists. Their beauty
and engaging personalities charmed everyone. Little Daniel became sort of
the mascot for their little tribe, his infectious humor helping to smooth
rivalries and soothe hurt feelings.

Though Willem could occasionally be seen in a pair of pants, Daniel never
bothered with clothing at all, continuing to live entirely nude, his long
hair eventually growing long enough to brush the curves of his pert
rump. He could be seen most mornings running along the beach, his hair
blowing in the wind, arms and legs pumping, throwing sand back from his
feet only to plunge into the sea for a swim at the end.

In time, some of the other young men paired off and set up
households. Others sent for young ladies to take up with them, but the
small colony remained accepting and tolerant of same sex couples for many
years. Some of the whalers were from American Indian tribes and these were
most likely to take up with native women from nearby islands.

On his return voyage to the States, the American captain had dropped
letters off at the island of Sint Maarten, Willem's home and sent Daniel's
letters on to Newburgh. Willem's family welcomed news of their prodigal son
and later opened a supply route to the island once their settlement got
going.

Over time various countries claimed the islands but ruled them with a light
hand, given this was a colony of mainly white settlers not Pacific island
natives. During the post WW II wave of decolonization the island became an
autonomous constituent of one of the Pacific island republics. Only
recently, in an effort to lure gay tourists to the island, has the tourist
board publicized the history of the pair of young male lovers who founded
the original colony. Romantics have flocked to the island in response.