Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2012 23:59:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Out of Uniform 5

Out of Uniform Part 5

I gained the bridge, checked in with the duty officer and was leaving when
an acrid smell permeated the bridge followed but a loud grinding noise.
Apparently the jerry-rig had not lasted a full day.

I spun on my heel and made my way quickly to Engineering. Along the way I
was asked numerous times what had happened. "You'll know when I know"
was my curt response.

Engineering was in crisis mode. Hemperer was ranting at all and sundry; his
crew were assessing the damage. My presence seemed to embarrass everyone as
if I was going to blame them individually for the part failure.

Within a few minutes I was back on the bridge making the announcement
everyone dreaded. "The air conditioning unit has given up the ghost so
we are back to the casual dress code for what is likely to be the remainder
of the voyage. I want to thank the Engineering crew for all their hard work
and effort to resolve this problem. I have been assured the smell will
dissipate shortly and poses no issue. Carry on."

While my titillation factor increased my frustration level sky-rocketed,
this is not the sort of thing I wanted to have to report to headquarters Ð
again. I repaired to my day cabin to begin the paperwork.

It was late when I retired to the night cabin and I was exhausted. Eager
young Andrew was ready with his supply of ice and was disappointed when I
begged off any sexual activity. Shortly after his departure, I had to
disappoint Lieutenant Withers for the same reason. Sleep did not come
readily this night.

The following morning, I awoke groggy and bleary-eyed. Such was my mood
that I didn't even want to go for a `Captain's prowl' to see
the bodies of my crew. I sent my yeoman to bring breakfast to the bridge
where I read through the reports and communiques from overnight.

Yeoman Steiner increased my frustration by, once again, getting a simple
order for breakfast wrong. I had had enough with him, "Steiner, you
don't want to be Captain's Yeoman, do you?" He had the decency to
look embarrassed at being called out. He shook his head. "Fine, I will
have you reassigned back to weapons control, asap. Dismissed." He left
with a spring in his step. In all fairness, he had not asked to be assigned
as yeoman, his heart was always in weapons control. But now I was without a
yeoman.

The yeoman's duties were not onerous; filing, prioritizing my tasks,
keeping my cabins in good order, being at my beck and call
twenty-four/seven. I was not a captain who watched over every thing my
yeoman did. I assigned tasks and assumed they were done correctly;
unfortunately, Steiner needed more attention than I wanted to have to give.

But now I was without a yeoman.

Other concerns took precedence and it was not until late in the afternoon I
had to deal with the yeoman problem. But the solution presented itself to
me serendipitously.

I was dropping by my night cabin to freshen up before supper when Petty
Officer Rowlands appeared book in hand. "Would now be a convenient time
to `lend you my book', sir?" He managed to imply the quotation
marks.

"No, I'm afraid not, Rowlands." He looked downcast. Then a brain
wave, "But, let's have a quick chat, okay?"

In my cabin, I motioned for him to sit. "Rowlands, you are a
quartermaster, correct?" He nodded. "So, you have fairly good
organizational skills, I assume." He nodded. "Have you ever thought
of applying those organizational skills elsewhere on ship?" He looked
puzzled. "I am in need of a Captain's Yeoman. Not a glamorous
job. Basically, involves keeping me on track, keeping the office organized,
keeping the cabins in order, being a gofer. You do get a little cabin next
door here so you get some more privacy. Would you be interested in a trial
run at the job?"

He jumped up, and being so tall, banged his head on the ceiling, "Yes, I
would, sir. Thank you for the opportunity, sir." He stood rubbing his
head and beaming at me.

"Okay then, meet me in my day cabin at 0630 and we will go from there."

So now I had a yeoman. A sexy yeoman with whom I have had sex and who is
apparently eager to do that again. `What have I done?' I asked
myself.

I let Steiner know his transfer would be effective tomorrow; I advised the
necessary officers about the change over supper in the wardroom.

At 0620, Rowlands was outside the hatch to the day cabin. He was obviously
enthused about the assignment and it was hard keeping him in the chair
while we went over the job description and duties list.

I told him to arrange the change of sleeping arrangements with Steiner and
the transfer of their belongings. I also told Rowlands to chat with Steiner
about tasks currently underway and about the realities of dealing with me
and my idiosyncrasies.

On my way to the wardroom I encountered Chief Warrant Officer Jennings,
looking a little down in the mouth. I recalled my hasty promise to him
regarding helping him deal with his anger issues. "Jennings, come to my
night cabin around 1930."

After supper and a patrol of the ship, I returned to my night cabin and
found Spike ensconced in the yeoman's cabin next door.

"Anything you need, Captain?"

"No, thank you, Petty Officer but there is something I would like to
discuss with you." I motioned him to sit; he chose the bunk. "Spike,
when weÉ well, when we had sex yesterday, I got the distinct impression
you like to get fucked. Am I right?"

"Yes, sir, you bet, sir."

"Good, okay, I want to make sure you know that sex is not one of your
required duties as yeoman."

"Understood, sir."

"Good, but I am going to ask you to undertake an extra duty for me. A
duty you can refuse. Understood?"

"Yes, sir, but, sir, anything you ask I will do."

"Well, this is not you and me having sex," he looked disappointed,
"but you and a senior member of the crew having sex." He
brightened. "This senior member is having some issues I said I would
help him with but I believe you are better suited to assisting him than I."

"Sir?"

"Spike, I got the impression you would not be adverse to having, well,
rough sex."

"Rough sex, sir? Not at all, sir."

"And, role playing? Such as a rape fantasy?"

"Rape fantasy? That sounds kinda hot, sir."

"You'd be the one being raped, you understand?"

"Oh, yes, sir. Like I said sounds hot."

I glanced at my watch. "Strip, Spike."

"Yes, sir," he said with alacrity. He popped off the bunk and shed
his clothing quickly, piling them neatly on the chair. When he had only his
white briefs and white socks I stopped him.

The white cotton looked great against his hairy legs and belly. "Leave
those on. I like seeing you dressed like that." Spike smiled and posed a
bit for me, grabbing at his crotch, playing with his cock and
balls. "Perfect," I said. I rose and replaced his groping hand with
mine. I leaned in to nibble on his nipples.

At 1930 exactly, a knock on the hatch, broke into our interlude. I admitted
Jennings whose eyes nearly popped when he saw Rowlands.

"Rambo, meet Spike. I have asked Spike to take on the role of your
friend in port." Jennings looked perturbed. "He doesn't know the
details of the whys and wherefores. He just knows you need to fulfill a
fantasy. He knows it is a rape fantasy and that things might get rough."
Turning to Spike, "You understand that and agree to that, Spike?"

Spike looked directly at Jennings, "Yes, sir, I do understand and I will
do whatever the Warrant Officer needs me to do, sir." Jennings visibly
relaxed.

"I understand that in situations like this it is customary for the
partners to have a safe word. A word that when said stops what is happening
immediately. What word will that be, Spike?"

He thought for a moment, then said, "Hippo."

"Understood, Rambo?" Jennings nodded.

"Okay, go for it, Rambo." I ordered.

"Here? Now?" he queried. "In front of you, sir?"

"Damn, right. I arranged this and I want to watch. I want to watch two
studs going at it. Any objections, Spike?"

"No, sir, sir!"

Rambo hesitated for a short time then advanced on Spike. He pushed Spike
onto the bunk and lifted those long hairy legs. Grabbing Spike's
underwear near where his asshole would be, Rambo ripped the fabric exposing
the prize. He fumbled with his flies releasing his cock with its big
mushroom head. Spike's eyes widened.

Rambo was in stride now and he positioned his cock on Spike's puckered
little hole and rammed it in. All the way to the balls. Spike groaned and
struggled. Tears welled in his eyes.

I rose to intervene but Spike shook his head slightly. He was really into
this.

Rambo's fucking pace was earnest, energetic and forceful. As he had with
me, he began to verbally berate Spike. "You whoreÉ You fucking cheap
slutÉ Take it, take it allÉ Fuck you, you bitch, fuck youÉ Raping
you like you deserve, bitchÉ"

Spike played his role to the hilt, hitting back at Rambo, crying for it to
stop and struggling against the assault.

On impulse I took hold of a long flexible metal ruler from my desk. Moving
behind Rambo, I swung and made contact with his pants-covered ass. He
grunted.

Spike asked, "What did you do?" I told him. "Do it some more, his
cock got harder when you hit him."

I repeated my action. This time Rambo grunted, "Harder. ÉHarder!"
So I hit him harder.

I then moved in to loosen Rambo's belt and yank his pants to the floor
and walloped his bare ass. After several swats, I dropped my own pants to
the floor and positioned myself behind Jennings. I ran my cock head along
his ass crack until I found his hole. I pushed forward with all my might.

"Jesus H. Christ. Fucking mother of god." Rambo bellowed. I had to
clamp my hand over his mouth to muffle the sound not wanting someone to
burst in.

"He's cumming in my ass," Spike announced. I could feel the
tightening of Jennings's sphincter around my cock. The sensation caused
me to blast his bowels with my cum.

I started to withdraw but Rambo grabbed at me to hold me in place. "Hit
me. Hit me some more, sir," he whispered.

Somewhat awkwardly I swung the ruler at his ass trying hard to not hit
myself. With each strike my cock was clutched and squeezed. Rambo leaned
over and bit Spike's nipple causing the latter to squeal with delight.

I used my free hand to take hold of Rambo's nipple and twist and tug on
it. His sphincter let me know he was enjoying it.

I am not sure how long we continued in this vane but eventually I felt
physically and emotionally drained. I pulled my softened cock from the warm
tight ass it had invaded and plopped down on my chair.

Rambo and Spike remained coupled, Rambo making slight thrusting motions
every few seconds. He fell forward onto Spike doubling poor Spike in half,
his knees next to his ears.

Spike finally pushed the older man off him so he could stretch out his
cramped muscles. "Feel better, Rambo?"

Rambo stirred enough to look Spike in the eyes, "Did I hurt you? Are you
okay?"

Spike laughed at his concern, leaned in and kissed him, "Yes, you hurt
me. And it felt great! I am definitely looking forward to being used by you
again." He looked at me, "And being the Captain's Yeoman is going
to be a great job, sir. More assignments like this would be great."

We slowly regained our breath and our composure. Rambo and Spike made
arrangements for future encounters using Spike's little cabin next
door. Or using my cabin when I could be involved.

One thing was apparent, my ass would not be getting as much use by Jennings
as I feared originally.