Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2000 18:32:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Mate, Part 2, Ch. 6

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First Mate, Part 2 is a continuation of First Mate, which can be found in
the Nifty Archive under gay/incest.  While there are some allusions to
events that occurred in First Mate, First Mate, Part 2 is largely a
free-standing work that can be read without having read First Mate.  My
other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's
Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, The Dancer in gay/encounters, and
From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian.

E-mail comments are always welcome.

First Mate, Part 2

Chapter 6

	The alarm went off at 7 o'clock.  We got up, made our bed, as
usual, and got in the shower together.  We both had to piss pretty badly,
so we aimed our streams at each other before we turned on the water.  That
aroused both of us, and we both started jerking our own cocks, facing one
another.
	"I love to watch you jerk off," Rick said.
	"Why's that," I asked.
	"I don't know.  You're just so fucking sexy you make me more
aroused."
	"You're pretty sexy doing that yourself, Babe," I said.  He smiled.
	After we came, we showered and shaved.  Rick still wasn't much on
shaving without a mirror, so he got out to do it.  I shaved in the shower
and finished a little bit before him.  Since I was first one out, I made
breakfast.  I cooked the rest of the bacon and eggs that were in the
refrigerator, made coffee and toast, and had it all ready in about fifteen
minutes.  Rick came out dressed, but I was still naked, wearing my ball and
chain.  We ate on the deck, as usual.
	"I'm a little nervous about the master-slave thing," I said while
we ate.
	"Don't be.  They won't touch you, at least not to hurt you.  If
they do, I'll fucking throw them overboard."
	I laughed, but I knew he wouldn't allow them to mess with me
unpunished.
	"I've never been into really kinky stuff, as you know, but I did
kind of enjoy being tied up by the pirates the last time we were out."
	"You should have said something about that before," Rick replied.
"I'm not big into that kind of stuff, but we can sure try that, if you want
to."
	"Let's think about it when we get back," I said.
	Rick cleaned up the kitchen while I got dressed.  I had to do a
little packing of the stuff I intended to leave on the boat.  We had
cleared all of that out when she went in for her overhaul.  By nine o'clock
we were ready to lock up the house and head out.  Rick called Nick and
Charlie to tell them we were leaving, and he and I walked down to the
marina that was part of the resort.
	It took us a couple of hours to get the boat ready for our voyage.
It really looked great, with the new furnishings and new d^Ācor.  Most
people probably don't think of a boat as having a d^Ācor, but one like
ours really does.
	We were scheduled to leave at noon, but that was always flexible.
Hell, if the passengers weren't there, what good would a noon departure do?
But that day we had a very disciplined group.  In fact, they got there at
11:30.  I watched the two cars pull into the parking lot of the marina.  We
had places marked for our customers, and they took two of the three of
them.  I watched as the guys got out of the cars.  First, the drivers got
out.  They were dressed in denim and leather, and they were obviously the
masters.  Then the two guys who were in each back seat got out.  They were
naked.  Not only that, their heads were shaved, their bodies were
completely smooth, and they only had a fringe of pubic hair, like it had
been worked on.  All four of them wore leather collars with stainless steel
studs on them, and each collar had a ring that I figured could be attached
to a leash or something.
	It was kind of amazing.  Without clothes or hair, I had no idea how
old those slave guys were.  I knew they were at least eighteen, but that's
all I knew.  They all looked really young to me.  The blond one, or, at
least, the one with the fairest skin and lightest whisps of pubic hair,
could have been sixteen.  I later learned he was twenty.
	The masters led the parade.  Rick and I went to the gangplank to
greet them, and we shook hands with the masters.  We didn't shake hands
with the slaves, though.  Rick had told me that would signifiy equality,
and they weren't our equals on that trip.  All four slave boys kept their
eyes low so as not to look at us in the face.  I found that weird as hell,
but I guessed that was part of the game.  I had on my skin-tight jeans of
the night before, and the last of the slaves had a chance to look at my
bulge as he was coming aboard.  He started getting hard when he saw me, and
that was a real mind trip for me.  I had only seen a couple of guys go from
a completely slack dick to a full hard-on by looking at me, and it kind of
made me put on some weight in the dick department, too.
	The masters were Josh and Kyle.  Josh's slaves were J-a and J-b,
and Kyle's were K-a and K-b.  They had used black Magic Markers to write
those names on their chests.  They all knelt down in a straight row, and
Kyle slapped the shit out of K-b's hard-on.  It went down pretty fast.
	Each slave carried a small bag.  I figured it was their stuff, but,
as I later learned, they had no stuff of their own.  They were each
carrying one of their masters' bags.  Rick gave the guided tour of the boat
while I stayed with the slaves.
	"Why don't you guys stow your gear and come back on deck.  I'll
show you where to put it."
	One of each pair got both bags belonging to his master and followed
me.  They were J-a and K-a.  I wasn't sure if they were the senior boys or
the junior boys, but they were probably the senior boys since their
initials were "a."  The other two stayed kneeling.
	"This is where Kyle will be sleeping," I said to K-a.  "Will you
and the other guy be sleeping in here with him?"
	"No, Sir.  I'm sure we'll be sleeping on the deck, Sir."  He said
"sir" with a distinct military emphasis on the word.  I felt kind of funny
being called "sir," but I knew it was their way.
	When they finished stowing their masters' gear, we all went back on
deck.  Rick had finished the tour by then, and it was time to set out.  He
and I took care of untying the boat and weighing the anchors, and Rick
fired up the engine.  I was with him in the cabin.
	"Are you freaking out," he asked me with a grin.
	"Goddamn, I've never seen anything like this, Rick.  What's up with
all of this?"
	"Those boys have bound themselves by contract to their masters to
be their slaves for two years.  This vacation is a kind of celebration to
mark the conclusion of their initial training period."
	"The two I took below to stow gear called me 'sir.'"
	"Oh, yeah.  You can expect that the whole trip.  Things will
lighten up, though.  They can't maintain this kind of discipline the whole
time.  You'll see.  They're just putting on a show for us."
	"Man, that's a relief.  Did you see Kyle slap the shit out of K-b
when he got hard?  I thought every guy had an inalienable right to a
hard-on any time he wanted one."
	Rick laughed at my seriousness.
	"This is all a big fucking game to them.  It turns them on.  You'll
get used to it."
	I grinned at him.
	"Let's set the sails," he said.  We were out of the harbor, and the
wind was perfect.
	It took us about fifteen minutes to set the sails.  Rick informed
the guests that he and I had to steer the boat for a while, and I knew what
that meant.  I wanted my cock up his ass so bad at that point I could
almost taste it, and that's exactly what Rick had in mind.  As we had done
on our other voyages, he took the wheel, dropped his pants, and I got
behind him.  I wiggled out of my tight jeans and my tee shirt, and it was
just a matter of moments before I had him impaled on my hard-on.  I took my
ball and chain off my PA first, though, and attached it to my right nipple
ring.  We let the natural movement of the boat stimulate us, and, as usual,
we both had several powerful orgasms before we actually shot cum.  God, I
loved those times like that that we spent together.
	We cleaned each other up, I replace my ball and chain, and Rick
turned on the auto-pilot and the radar alarm.  Then, naked, he and I joined
the guys on deck.  By then it was one o'clock, and the sun was at it's
height for late May.
	Our appearance on deck without any clothes made quite a stir.
Nobody said anything, but there was lots of staring.
	"You guys might just want to strip down like we are," Rick told
Josh and Kyle.  "You can't get a tan through all those clothes, and you'll
get pretty hot with them on."
	"Good idea," Kyle said.  He was about thirty, very nice looking,
and, when he stripped, he revealed a well-honed physique.  He had brown
hair, a brown mustache, and a good bit of hair on his legs and ass.  He
didn't have any on his chest, though, and I couldn't tell if he were
naturally smooth or had been shaved.  Josh was a little older, a little
less well-developed, and almost hairless.  He had a ladder of studs pierced
through the top of his penis, and I wondered what that would feel like
inside me.
	The masters wanted to talk privately with Rick and me, so we moved
to the bow of the boat.  The slaves were lying down taking sun at the
stern.
	"Look, guys," Kyle started, "I hope this isn't freaking you out too
bad."
	"Naw," Rick answered.  "I've seen the master-slave thing before.
He hasn't," meaning me, "but we're cool with whatever you guys want."
	"Well, see, this is really all a big game, as I think you know,
Rick," Josh said.  "Kyle and I are lovers, and those kids want to be
dominated.  So we do it.  This vacation is really a treat for them because
they've been so completely subservient to us for the last six months."
	"Right," Kyle continued, "and there won't be any brutal shit on the
trip.  We're not really into hurting people, anyway.  Hell, Josh is a
doctor and I'm a nurse.  We're into healing, most of the time."
	We all laughed.
	"If you guys would go along with it, though, I think the kids would
enjoy it more.  They really get off on this master-slave shit," Kyle said.
	"Whatever you want," Rick said.  I was absolutely fascinated by the
whole dynamic of the relationship among those guys, and I couldn't wait to
see what would happen.
	"Well, just know that these kids love this shit that we're doing,"
Josh said.  "Otherwise, why would they put up with it?"
	"Good point," I interjected.
	"Oh, another thing," Kyle said.  "We might look angry as hell at
them, but we really aren't.  It's all a fucking act."
	"Yeah, but I saw you slap the shit out of one guy's cock when he
got hard when y'all first came aboard."
	"I know, but I didn't hurt him.  That slap was Nursing 101, 'What
to do if a male patient gets an erection at an inappropriate time.'  I do
that in the hospital at least once a week.  Any nurse or doctor would do
the same thing to you if you got hard while he or she was trying to do some
kind of procedure on you.  I didn't hurt him."
	"Well, that's a relief," I said.  "My dick's been smarting ever
since I saw you do it."
	Everybody laughed.
	"Look, fellas, we're basically good guys who want pleasure and want
to give pleasure," Josh said.  "All six of us just have special needs, is
all.  Can you understand that?"
	"Well, of course we can," I said.  Rick echoed my statement.
	"Just cue us from time to time as to how we should behave, okay,"
Rick asked.
	"Well, that's what we're doing now," Josh said.  "We can all have
fun on this trip, and we will.  By the way, Kevin, I'm surprised they all
haven't come all over themselves over you.  You're turning them on big
time, even though they know how to keep their hard-ons under control."
	I'm sure I blushed when he said that.
	"You guys are lovers, right?  Master-slave?"  Kyle asked that
question.
	"Yeah, we're lovers," I said, "and, yeah, I'm the slave."
	Rick burst into hysterical laughter when I said that.  Kyle and
Josh both looked at us kind of funny.
	"We're in an equal and open relationship," Rick finally said, when
he got control of himself.  "And, yeah, we're in love."
	Josh took my dick in his hand.  "Well, with this thing, I would
have assumed he was your master, Rick."  We laughed again.  Josh tested my
foreskin, no doubt from purely medical interest, and pronounced it to be
safe and sound.  He fiddled a little with my PA, and he said it was an
unusually good job.  It turned out he was a urologist and knew about such
things.
	"I've read that the master has to give a slave permission to get
hard and permission to come.  Is that how you guys practice that
discipline," I asked.
	They looked at each other like that was some long-standing joke
between them.
	"Well, yes and no," Kyle said.  "We'll both slap an erection off of
them because those things can become contagious, you know."  We laughed.
"But basically we both know you can't keep a twenty-something guy from
getting hard in a sexual situation.  We have given them permission to come
in any sexual encounter with either of you or with either of us on this
trip, so don't worry about that.  Oh, and, man, will they come.  By the
gallon."  We all laughed again.
	"I will say this, though," Josh interjected.  "They really do get
off on being submissive in every way, so bear that in mind.  Doing what you
tell them, no matter how gross or how disgusting it is, really turns them
on.  And if one of them does or doesn't do what you want, punch him or slap
him.  In 99.999% of the cases, he did it wrong so you would assert
yourself."
	"Are you comfortable with this, Kevin," Kyle asked.  I suppose he
could see on my face that I had more questions than answers.
	"Well, let's put it this way.  I understand sex, and I know that
some guys like one thing more than another.  I can handle it.  I think."
	"If you have any questions or problems with anything we do or they
do, ask us, okay?"  Josh said that part.
	"Okay, guys.  You might be educating me all week."
	Everybody laughed.
	"And we can assure you, nobody ever gets hurt," Kyle interjected.
	Rick changed the subject.  "This is where we usually swim with a
school of dolphins that live in these waters," he said.  "Are you guys
interested in that?"
	"Oh, man, that would be great," Josh said.  Kyle nodded vigorously
in agreement.
	"What about your boys," Rick asked.
	"Of course.  They'll love it," Kyle said.  "They might even try to
fuck one."  We all howled with laughter.
	We went back to the stern where the boys were and told them our
plan.  We gave each of them a set of binoculars to watch for the dolphins,
and, not surprisingly, they did as they were told.  When we finally found
our school, we dropped anchor and dove in with them.  The dolphins seemed
to like the boys, and they seemed to remember Rick and me.  That was
probably my imagination at work, but it did seem as though they recognized
us.
	Before we went into the water, Josh had told the boys they had
permission to talk as much as they wanted to.  I found that to be really
strange, but they fooled around, used the odd foul word when called for,
and behaved just like normal twenty-somethings would behave under the
circumstances.
	When we finally finished our play, after almost two hours in the
water, we all climbed the ladder onto the lower deck.  Kyle and Josh were
visible aroused, although not fully hard, and they opted to go to their
cabin for a shower.  What else they did had to be left to the imagination.
	Rick led the boys and me over to the outdoor shower on the lower
deck.  He explained to them that water was limited but that they needed to
bathe thoroughly to protect their skin from damage by the salt water.  He
turned on the shower, everyone got wet again (but with fresh water that
time), and he handed out bars of soap.  I took one of the boys and Rick
took another one, and we started lathering them up.  We told them to work
us over, too, and, before long, all six of us had raging hard-ons from the
physical contact.
	I took the cocks of J-a and K-b in my hands and started pumping
them.
	"How long has it been since you guys came," I asked.
	One said three days and the other said about a week.  Damn, I
thought.  No guy should go that long.  I really jerked them off good, and,
because I was doing it, they could come whenever they had to.  Rick saw
what I was doing, and he helped his boys out the same way.  We had them
spewing cum in no time, and every one of them spurted out a half pint (or
so it seemed).
	"What is this for, Sir," one of the slaves asked, picking up the
ass nozzle.
	"It's to clean your ass.  It's like an enema.  Bend over."
	Rick inserted the thing in the guy's ass and started the water
going.  The guy got hard again in an instant.  When Rick thought he had had
enough, he told him to stick his ass over the side of the boat and let it
out.
	"Let it out real slow," Rick told him, "and jerk your cock as
you're doing it."
	The guy did as he was told, and the look of ecstasy on his face
told us he really enjoyed it.
	Rick did each of them that way, and then it was my turn.  He filled
me up, and I filled him up before I released the water inside me.  We both
jerked our cocks, had orgasms, but didn't shoot cum.  The four slaves were
watching us, and they expressed their surprise that we didn't shoot.  I
explained the whole thing to them, and they were amazed.  One of them said
I'd make a great slave.  Everyone laughed.
	Back on deck, we gave them sunscreen to apply to one another.  One
of them got hard and looked at me like he expected a slap.  I gently rubbed
his cock, instead, and he shot a small load onto my leg.  He jumped down,
apologizing profusely, and licked it off.
	"Suck his cock for him while you're down there," Rick told the kid,
and he did.  I took off my ball and chain so I wouldn't choke the poor guy.
He knew how to handle a PA like he'd done it many times before.  Once
again, I orgasmed but didn't shoot.  In fact, I stayed rock hard.
	One of the other guys asked if he could touch my cock, and the
other three gasped.  Apparently, he was being way too forward with a
master.  I told him sure, and he gently touched the ring.  I could tell
they were all curious, so I told the other three to take turns playing with
it.  It was extremely stimulating to me, of course, but I was kind of
pretending I was just doing them a favor.  With the third guy, I climaxed
again, and he jumped back like he had hurt me or something.  Again, it was
a dry come, but since I had already come several times in a short period,
it was extremely intense.  What happened was my body became very tense and
almost rigid, my cock bounced with each contraction, and my hips
involuntarily jerked like I was fucking.
	"I want somebody's ass," I said, "and I want the rest of you to
watch and jerk yourselves off."  Since those guys rarely got to come, I
wanted them to enjoy themselves fully while I was their "master."
	The guy I picked was about my size in height but nowhere nearly as
well developed muscularly as I was.  I made him lie on his back, and he
immediately pulled up his legs to give me full access to his hole.  I
wasn't interested in just sticking it in, though, without some
preliminaries.  I rimmed his ass and sucked his balls.  I rubbed the spot
between his nut sack and his hole, and he came just from that.  I used his
cum to lube up my dick, and then I entered him.  I lasted a lot longer than
I sometimes did, and the boy came a second time with a loud moan.  Finally,
I got ready to shoot.  I plunged into him all the way and released my
semen.  I pulled out carefully and told the others to clean us up.  It was
quite a scene, and they all seemed to enjoy the hell out of it.

	The rest of the trip proceeded just about like the others had,
except that there was a definite divide between masters and slaves.  The
slaves were gradually given more freedom to talk and to socialize with the
masters, and one of them even called me "Kevin" once, without saying
"Master."  He got his butt kicked, albeit rather gently, by Kyle.
Everybody loved snorkelling, fishing, camping out on islands, and just
lazing about in the sun.  The slaves got really good tans pretty quickly,
but only after Rick administered his magic suntan potion to them.  Josh and
Kyle spent a good bit of time by themselves, leaving Rick and me to
entertain their boys.  I wanted all eight people on board to participate,
but that didn't seem to be the way Josh and Kyle wanted it.
	It turned out all the slaves were rather accomplished people.  J-a,
whose real name was Ray, was actually a doctor.  He got up every ordinary
morning, went to work as a resident in cardiology at a hospital, took care
of sick people, saved lives, and then came home to be treated like a slave.
J-b was in hospital administration; his name was Terry, and he was probably
my favorite of a very likeable lot.  K-a was, like his master, a nurse, but
he had a master's degree in nursing and was a nurse-practitioner; Kyle was
simply a nurse.  K-b was the youngest of the lot at twenty years old, and
he was an undergraduate pre-med major.  K-a was really Don, and K-b was
Jason.  Ray was the oldest at thirty, and Jason was the youngest.  The rest
were between them in age.
	Being medical types, none of them smoked, at least not openly.
Rick and I lit up whenever we wanted to, of course, and I often noticed Don
(K-a) looking longingly at me smoking.  One day when we were alone, I
offered him a cigarette, and he accepted it gratefully.  He told me he
smoked every day at work or out of their house, but he never lit up in
front of the others.  What a weird arrangement they had, I thought.
	Jamaica presented what I thought would be a real challenge.  I
hadn't seen any of the slaves in anything that even remotely resembled
clothes, but they obviously couldn't go ashore buck naked.  Apparently the
masters had thought of that contingency, and they produced four pairs of
identical shorts, very short and very revealing in the bulge department,
and four half tee shirts when we landed in Jamaica.  They went ashore, and
Rick and I stayed on the boat, promising to meet up with them that night
for dinner and an evening out, as usual.
	Once they were on shore, Rick said to me, "This is blowing your
mind, isn't it?"
	"Not really," I said, honestly.  "I mean, I'm not interested in
being anybody's slave, but I think I'm beginning to understand the dynamics
of the relationships that they have with one another."
	"Yeah, but you haven't seen the 'training' they put these guys
through.  It can get very rough."
	"I'm sure you're right.  But they're nice guys."
	"If you had your choice between spending a week with these guys and
a week with the spermlets that were with us when the pirates got us, which
would you choose?"
	"Oh, those other guys.  No question.  But this is a part of gay
life, and I'm glad to have some contact with it."
	"That's pretty astute of you.  I knew I liked you for some reason."
He grabbed me then, kissed me deeply, and we made passionate love on the
deck.
	When we were through and thoroughly recovered from our tryst, I
asked, "Do you think we need something to liven up the evenings?  They've
been pretty dull, I think."  Not counting that night, we had three more
nights on board to go, and I thought everyone could use some diversion.
	Rick thought for a moment.  "Like what?"
	"Well, some games.  I can always come up with sex games."
	Rick chuckled.  "I know that's true," he said, rubbing my head.
"You're a smart little son of a bitch, you know that?"
	"Yep.  I caught you, didn't I?"
	He was dead silent.  He looked at me lovingly.  "That's about the
nicest thing anybody has ever said to me."  He was dead serious.
	"And you know what?"
	"What?"
	"I actually meant it."
	"Come here, you."  He grabbed me and kissed me long, wet, and hard.
He was my man; he knew it, and I knew it.

	We met up with the guys in Kingston that night and had a pretty
good time with them.  Several of them had been to Kingston before, so it
wasn't an "oh, wow" experience for most of them, but it was still fun.
Getting drunk is almost never not fun.  We all got back to the boat in one
piece, and that was a good thing.
	The next day we did the fishing/swimming/sailing about thing, as
usual, but, that night, I took over the entertainment.  The first contest I
announced was a cock duel.  Two guys had to try to make each other come
without touching except with their cocks.  We agreed that everyone would be
an equal for this game, and we put names in my baseball cap.  I pulled out
the first name, and that guy got to pull the second name.  It turned out to
be two slaves, J-b and K-b.  I explained the rules: they had to start off
soft and only touch each other with their dicks.  The last guy to come was
the winner.  My first inclination was to put money on a guy and then watch
the betting get higher.  But I was dealing with a group of people who had a
whole different economy than most, so I started the betting at five minutes
of getting to do whatever you wanted to do with whomever you wanted to do
it with, no questions asked.  I bet on J-b, since he was the guy I liked
best of that pair, and the betting started right away.  The two guys in
competition took it pretty seriously, even though they weren't allowed to
bet on themselves or their opponent.  J-b won that first round, and K-b
cussed up a blue streak when he lost by coming all over the place.  We all
laughed at him, and he took it good-naturedly.
	The next drawing pitted Rick against Josh.  Rick, of course, knew
how to orgasm without shooting cum, so he won handily.  I bet heavily on
Rick, and I won.  The next round pitted J-a against Kyle.  Kyle won, but I
thought it was a little unfair since J-a (Ray) had more built-up cum than
Kyle did.  They were the same age, though, so that factor was minimized.
Anyway, I didn't bet on that round.  Next up was me against K-a.  I beat
him in record time, but I hadn't gotten to bet.  Rick bet on me, of course,
but not enough to top my bet on him.  I ended up winning the competition
for the night, and I was a little embarrassed for winning, since the whole
thing had been my idea.
	I had forty minutes with any guy I wanted, and I chose J-a.  We had
to do our thing in front of the others, and they were encouraged to jerk
off, if the need presented itself.  Rick was the time-keeper.  I started
off making him hard by kissing him, sucking his nipples, sucking his cock,
doing all the things you would ordinarily do to make a guy hard.
	Then I told him I wanted his ass.  He got on all fours in front of
me, but I wanted him on his back.  He complied when I moved him into that
position, and I dove right in.  I spat on my cock to lube it up a little,
but I drove it home with nothing more than that.  I fucked him for a full
thirty-five minutes, and I dry-came something like six times.  Finally,
when Rick was counting down the seconds, I shoved my cock into him and
unloaded a huge wad of cum.  The friction of my abs on his cock made him
come twice, and he came a third time when I did the last time.
	We all had drinks after that game, and Josh told me he thought they
would be playing that again.

	Every night I managed to come up with a new sex game, such as who
can come the fastest, who can come the slowest, who can shoot the farthest,
etc.  I excluded myself from several of those games that didn't require
one-on-one contact, and I offered an erotic massage as the prize.  Rick
never won, although I knew he could have if he had tried, but he wanted to
make our guests happy.  I ended up massaging both masters and my favorite,
J-a.  A lot of semen splashed onto the vinyl mat we kept on deck for that
purpose, and everyone seemed to have a hell of a good time.