Boys in the King's Navy, 1807 - Part 2 By Bill
Midshipman Chauncey Grosvenor was home again, at his family's country manor in Cheshire, running through the meadow. Chauncey couldn't remember ever feeling so joyous and free. It was such a splendid summer day - the sky a perfect blue, air redolent with the rich scent of newly cut hay, birds twittering. And best of all, his cousin Rupert was running along beside him.
With the grove of ancient trees in view, the two boys began to shed their clothing as they ran. In a flash they were naked, their penises already stiff in anticipation of the sex-play that was about to ensue. Rupert looked like a young colt in motion - handsome but a bit awkward at the beginning of his adolescent growth spurt. Chauncey loved the way his cousin's pre-pubescent erection swayed from side to side as he ran, while his dangling half-size balls bounced randomly.
In another instant they were in their secret place - the small clearing at the center of the woods - falling to the soft ground in a warm embrace, lips joining in a kiss, erections sliding together in urgent lust. Their youthful bodies quickly moved into the 69 position, mouths hungrily capturing stiff cocks, hands fondling smooth bums. Although Rupert was 2 years younger than Chauncey, they'd discovered cock-sucking at the same time, while playing together in this very grove of trees. In their innocence and naiveté, they had imagined at first that they were the first people to have discovered this wonderful secret.
As Chauncey lovingly suckled the 12-year-old's stiff prong, and was pleasured in return by his cousin's mouth, he could feel his orgasm begin to rise up. The rapturous pleasure of sexual ecstasy grew within his body, driving all other thoughts from his brain. His entire being was consumed by white-hot lust. And then....
"Midshipman Grosvenor!" The harsh voice was accompanied by a sharp nudge to the boy's ribs by the toe of a boot. The scent of the meadow was replaced by the smells of sea air, rope, and tar. The ship's bell rang twice, signaling the end of the first hour of the morning watch – 5 a.m. As Chauncey's mind made the transition from dream to reality, his eyes opened in the pre-dawn darkness to behold the stern face of a middle-aged man standing above him.
"Stand up, Mr. Grosvenor!" It was Richard Westmoreland, the 41-year-old captain of the HMS Apollo.
"Yes, sir! Sorry, sir! I must have...."
"You must have gone to sleep on your watch, Midshipman. That is a serious offense, young man, and subject to severe punishment. At the end of the watch, you will come to my cabin. Carry on!"
Chauncey saluted and watched as the captain strode to toward his cabin at the stern of the ship. The 14-year-old boy felt an aching dread in his gut, and he mentally kicked himself for his stupidity. For all he knew, this blunder may have permanently sullied his reputation and career. He tried to imagine what punishment awaited him. Perhaps even a court martial, resulting in expulsion from the Navy. And he'd been aboard ship barely more than a week!
At 8 a.m., the morning watch ended and the forenoon watch began. The summer sun warmed the air, and bare-chested sailors who had been off-duty for the past 4 hours traded places with men who could now get some sleep. For Chauncey, however, sleep would have to wait. He made his way slowly to the captain's cabin and knocked softly on the door.
"Come in," said the gruff voice from within.
Chauncey removed his hat, stepped into the well-furnished cabin, and stood at attention. Captain Westmoreland sat at his desk, writing. When he turned his chair to face the young teenager, the man's face showed a mixture of anger and disappointment
"You are aware, are you not, of the severity of falling asleep on-watch? That it is equivalent under Naval Law to desertion?"
"Yes, sir," said the boy, almost in a whisper, as shame gnawed at his guts.
"You have already seen how sailors and ship's boys are punished aboard this ship... flogged before an assemblage of their peers. Young officers, in contrast, are to be disciplined in the privacy of the captain's cabin, and the captain is charged with devising a suitable punishment." His eyes glanced over to two hooks on the wall, from which hung a cat-of-nine-tails and the tamer "boy's cat".
"Yes, sir." At this point, Chauncey felt that he would gladly accept a severe flogging to resolve his guilt.
"You did not attend a proper school, did you?"
"No, sir. I was tutored in my family's homes, sir."
"Schools have a very fine sense of appropriate punishment for boys your age. The physical punishments to which a boy is subject are typically rather mild, so there need to be additional aspects of the punishment... something that will be sufficiently dreaded that the boy will behave correctly in the future. That factor, Mr. Grosvenor, is humiliation. It is why a schoolboy is made to lower his britches, in view of a classroom of sniggering peers, before he is caned on his bare bum. So, Mr. Grosvenor... did your tutor use punishment to help you learn?"
"Yes, sir. A spanking with his hand."
"I see.... With your britches down, across his knee?"
"Yes, sir."
"There you have it! The same philosophy... pain on your bum supplemented by the element of humiliation. Now, how might I punish you, such that you never again would fall asleep while on watch?"
Chauncey hesitated a moment, not sure whether the question was intended rhetorically. When it became apparent that a reply was expected, he answered: "I don't know, sir."
"You don't, eh? Well, I have some thoughts. It has come to my attention, Mr. Grosvenor, that you are fraternizing with the sailors in their quarters at night, watching the ship's boys do their... what do they call it? The Hindoo dance? And then there are the carnal activities in which you indulge with young ship's boys in the rope locker."
"Sir! I fear you are misinformed! I would never...."
"Silence!" barked the captain. "Don't lie to me, boy. Doing so requires me to make your punishment more severe. And never presume that I am ignorant of what transpires aboard my own ship."
Westmoreland paused, watching the boy tremble visibly for a few delicious moments, before continuing in a calmer voice. "I have decided to be lenient on you, on account of this being your first offense. If you accept the punishments that I set forth, without resistance or complaint, I shall not record your misdeed in the ship's log."
Chauncey's eyes brightened with surprise and joy. He was getting a second chance, and his record would remain unblemished.
"I shall do anything, sir!"
"Yes; you shall," replied the captain, with an edge to his voice. "Begin by removing all of your clothing, except your under-britches." The captain stood up, took the smaller of the two whips down from its hook.
Chauncey hurried to comply. If strokes from the boy's-cat on his bottom were all he'd face, he could weather it with no trouble. In a minute, he was standing at attention in just his cotton under-britches -- expertly-tailored like all of his clothing -- awaiting the whipping that would surely follow. He presumed that he would next be required to bare his buttocks. Or perhaps it would be like the ritual that his tutor always followed, in which the man slowly lowered the boy's underpants before the spanking.
"Unfasten the top two buttons of your under-britches," said the captain, sitting down again in his chair, and setting the whip next to him on his desk.
With the top buttons loosened, the thin material of the mid-thigh-length undershorts slid down, exposing the boy's lower belly and the crack of his butt.
"Because you seem to have a fondness for congregating with the ship's boys, you shall be required for your punishment to act the part of one. Begin by moving your body in the manner of the ship's boys when they do their Hindoo dance."
"Sir?" A look of shock spread across Chauncey's face, followed quickly by a deep flush of embarrassment.
The captain smiled wryly. "I am quite aware that you have several times watched the boys dancing, so you must be familiar with it by now. You shall dance as if you were in the crew's quarters, stoking the lust of lecherous sailors."
The man began rhythmically tapping the handle of the whip on his desk, and hummed a tune sounding rather similar to the music played below-decks when the boys danced.
Chauncey knew he must obey the command. He raised his arms above his head, hands moving sensuously, as his hips began to sway. As he imitated the erotic dance that he had voyeuristically observed nearly every night, the handsome young midshipman felt a tingle of excitement. Even though it was humiliating to act like a lower-class bum-boy, Chauncey couldn't help feeling sexually aroused.
Both the embarrassment and the sexual stimulation ramped even higher as the under-britches slipped down farther. Like the powder monkeys who did the dance for the sailors' pleasure, he imagined himself being a harem-boy in an East Indian palace. And the more he danced, the farther down his partly-unbuttoned underwear slipped. As the base of his penis was exposed, it looked bald. But it was in fact adorned with straight blond pubic hairs, visible only when seen close-up and in good light.
With a few more shakes of the hips, the boy's undergarment slipped down his legs to the floor. Chauncey stepped out of the shorts and was now completely naked, arms held above his head, his hips still moving sensuously.
Captain Westmoreland tried not to let his face betray the lust that he felt, watching as the boy danced like the most shameless whore at a cheap bordello. His eyes wandered over Chauncey's barely-adolescent nude body, judging it to be the perfect image of upper-class boy-beauty. The curly golden-blond hair on his head framed a face that was almost androgynously pretty. His pale-skinned body was slightly soft, in contrast to the hard angular leanness of the suntanned ship's boys. His chest and armpits were devoid of hair; his arms and legs adorned with blond peach-fuzz. Chauncey's buttocks were wonderfully rounded and prominently displayed... inviting a fondling. And then there were the boy's swaying genitals, which truly captivated the man. The smooth flaccid penis pointed downward, and was of a pleasing length and girth for a young teenager. It had a short foreskin that revealed a glimpse of the cock-head's tip. The robin's-egg-sized balls in the soft slightly-dangling scrotum perfectly complemented the beauty of the penis.
"Now bring your hands down to caress you body," said the captain; "and stroke your prick until it is stiff."
With his face blushing red, Chauncey brought his hands to his chest, touching his nipples and moving down toward his crotch, as he had seen the ship's boys do in their dance. Then he began fondling his dick, his fingers manipulating the foreskin as his other hand played with his balls. As the cock rose up in erection, Chauncey pulled back the foreskin to fully display the finely-shaped head that was becoming reddened as the penis reached its full stiffness.
Despite his arousal, and also because of it, Chauncey tried to block out the thought that he was being observed by Captain Westmoreland. Closing his eyes, he pretended that he really WAS a ship's boy, in the crew's quarters, where blatant sexuality was an accepted part of a boy's life.
Chauncey didn't notice the captain standing and moving next to him. Taking aim at the boy's beautifully-rounded butt, the captain brought his right hand down in a stingingly hard spank. Chauncey gasped and jumped with surprise, instinctively turning away to avoid another blow and bringing his hands back to shield his butt.
"You resist my discipline?"
"No, sir! Sorry, sir!"
"If you are going to squirm as I spank you, I have no choice but to hold you in place. Clasp your hands behind your head." As the boy obeyed and stood submissively, the captain wrapped his left hand around the shaft of the adolescent boner, with his thumb and forefinger circling just beneath the ridge of the cock-head. His right hand caressed the boy's smooth shapely buttocks, preparing for the next spank.
"Keep dancing, boy... move your hips." But every time Chauncey moved his hips, his boner slid inside the captain's hand, as if being masturbated. And whenever Westmoreland's right hand came down hard on the boy's rear, his body jerked forward to the same effect.
Chauncey's embarrassment was total... forced to dance naked while being spanked hard and having his cock intensely stimulated. Around the time of the tenth spank, he feared that he would shame himself further by shooting his semen onto the rug beneath his feet. But before that could happen, the captain released his hold on the boy's erection and stood back. "Continue your dance," said the man; "and wank your prick as you do it."
As the boy brought his hand to his stiff cock, stroking it smoothly as he danced, his lust battling his embarrassment.
Westmoreland glanced at the clock on his desk. It was almost time. He continued to watch the beautiful boy perform his pornographic dance, thinking excitedly about what would happen next. Just after the ship's bell rang once, signaling 8:30 a.m., there was a soft knock on the cabin's door.
Chauncey looked almost panicked. It was bad enough for the captain to be watching him masturbating while he danced, but another person could only add to his humiliation.
"Enter!" called out the captain, then said to Chauncey, "Keep dancing and stroking." The door opened, and in strode Benjamin Kitts, the most senior of the ship's powder monkeys at age 14, and a 3-year veteran aboard the Apollo. He was bare-chested and barefoot, carrying a tray with the captain's breakfast. He set down the tray, saluted Captain Westmoreland, and then turned to the midshipman. With a straight face, but a twinkle in his eye, he saluted the boy as well. Benjamin didn't seem at all surprised to find Chauncey dancing naked in the cabin, with his hand stroking his stiff cock!
"Stay for a while, Kitts," said the man, pretending that Benjamin's role in the production hadn't been pre-arranged. "I have a duty for you to perform." Westmoreland handed Benjamin the five-tailed whip from the desk. "You will be applying a dozen proper lashes upon Mr. Grosvenor's bum." He paused for just a moment and then turned to Chauncey. "But first, Mr. Grosvenor, you shall abase yourself by kneeling before Kitts, lowering his trousers, and taking his cock into your mouth.
The shock registering in the upper-class boy's brain wasn't from the concept of sucking the cock of a working-class lad. He'd already fellated two boys who ranked far below his station, and he thoroughly enjoyed it. Rather, it was the surprise that the captain would order such a thing, furthered by the humiliation of having the man watching. But he obeyed the order at once, and knelt at Benjamin's feet. His fingers trembled slightly as they untied the rope that secured Benjamin's trousers, letting the boy's only garment fall to the floor. Benjamin's boyish genitals, only a few months into pubescence, dangled in front of the midshipman's face.
"Suck it, Mr. Grosvenor!" said the captain, who stood behind the kneeling boy. The man smiled and winked slyly at Benjamin, unseen by Chauncey.
Chauncey took the soft penis in his fingers and inclined it toward his mouth. His lips gently tugged at the nozzle of foreskin as his tongue teased it. Then Chauncey slid the skin back to reveal the handsome cock-head. His lips glided onto it, taking the glans into his mouth, suckling it, running his tongue around its flared ridge, and feeling the penis stiffening. As the organ pulsed to erection in his mouth, Chauncey moved his lips farther down along the shaft.
A thrill ran through the young midshipman as he serviced the ship's boy. Chauncey had only sucked three other boys in his life... two having rather small and immature cocks, while the stable boy's was essentially adult-sized. But this one, sliding smoothly between his lips, was perfect in size and sensuality... small enough to suck easily, yet mature enough to be totally erotic.
"Take it all," instructed the captain, as he rubbed his own erection through the material of his britches.
As Chauncey endeavored to take the entire erection, Benjamin thrust his hips forward. Chauncey managed to take the entire 5-inch length without gagging, pressing his lips against the of short dark hairs that had recently sprouted at boy-cock's base. Chauncey was proud of his accomplishment, and even after he slid his mouth back up the shaft, he continued taking the adolescent boner as deeply as it would go, again and again. As his hands cupped Benjamin's slender butt-cheeks, and his mouth aggressively worked along the stiff shaft, Chauncey inhaled the rich musk of the boy's unwashed body. He was consumed with raw lust as he orally worshiped the beautiful young erection.
Working his mouth on the boy's cock, Chauncey almost forgot about the captain. But, of course, the man was still paying very close attention. Westmoreland was quite pleased with the production of his little set-piece drama so far. As he watched the son of a wealthy aristocrat cock-sucking a ragamuffin orphan-boy, he wished that the scene could be captured for eternity by an artist. He would gladly trade is entire collection of pornographic etchings – all of which featured buxom women engaged in heterosexual or lesbian sex – for a few that portrayed the boy-on-boy scene being played out for him now.
For his part, Benjamin was definitely enjoying the scene. He'd been anticipating it ever since the captain had instructed him almost an hour ago. It wasn't as if he had never been sucked by an officer... in fact, the captain himself gave Benjamin an occasional suck to add variety to their love-making. Rather, it was the thrill of being dominant to an over-privileged upper-class boy. Benjamin entwined his fingers in the midshipman's blond curls and thrust his hips to face-fuck the boy, grinning at the captain as did.
"Alright; enough of that," said the captain eventually. "It is time for your flogging, Mr. Grosvenor. Stay kneeling where you are. Place your forearms on the deck, press your face into them, and raise up your bum."
When the midshipman was in position, the captain nodded to Benjamin. The ship's boy pulled his arm back and brought the whip down with all his strength... the five strands whistling through the air and landing with a stinging slap. Chauncey yelped in pain and looked back over his shoulder with a look of surprised agony.
"Keep your face down, Mr. Grosvenor. No more looking back. Carry on, Kitts." But the captain signaled silently with his hand that the intensity of the whip-strokes should be reduced.
As Benjamin brought his arm back for another stroke, Captain Westmoreland came around behind him, keeping clear of the whip's path. The captain placed his hands lightly on the boy's bare shoulders, feeling the wiry muscles flexing as he brought the whip down again. Chauncey's body flinched on the impact, but this time he kept his face pressed to his forearms and didn't utter a sound.
The captain began to caress Benjamin's naked body while the boy continued applying whip-strokes, spaced about 10 seconds apart. Westmoreland's hand slid down Benjamin's belly to take hold of the boy's still-rigid cock, squeezing it lovingly. His other hand fondled the boy's slender butt, a finger pressing into the cleft to tickle the sexy ass-hole of the captain's favorite shipboard sex partner. The man's mouth came down to kiss the back of Benjamin's neck as the "WHOOSH-SLAP" sound signaled another five red stripes being laid across Chauncey's shapely buttocks.
Captain Westmoreland had backed away and was looking perfectly composed when the whip made contact for the twelfth and final time. The man wordlessly admired the results of the flogging, noting that there were no breaks in the red-glowing skin.
"Shall I rise now, sir?" asked Chauncey after nearly a minute of silence.
"No, lad. There is more to your punishment still. Tell me, Mr. Grosvenor... have you ever been buggered before?"
Chauncey's mouth hung open, more in shocked surprise than in his attempt to answer. "N-no, sir," he said at last.
"But you've been buggering the youngest of ship's boys in the rope locker, have you not?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then it's appropriate for you to submit to a bit of sodomy as your punishment. Kitts... you will mount him and inflict a good fucking." The man opened a drawer and pulled out a small corked vial. "Use this oil on your cock first."
Benjamin slathered his boner with the oil and hastened to kneel behind Chauncey's up-raised ass. Rather than open the virgin hole gradually with his fingers, Benjamin charged right into fucking. Positioning his cock-head at the entrance, he pushed forward firmly. His slender slippery erection fully penetrated the tightly-clenched circle of anal muscles on the first thrust.
Chauncey had been determined to accept his punishment without complaint, but a gasp of pain still escaped through his clenched teeth. His bottom, already throbbing from the flogging, now burned with pain radiating from his ass-hole. Benjamin strove to grind his stiff cock in even deeper, as his hands held firmly to Chauncey's hips. He slowly withdrew his cock most of the way and immediately thrust back in fast and hard, beginning a rhythmic pace of energetic full-length fuck strokes.
The captain stood unseen behind the two humping teenagers. His eyes and ears took in every detail of the sex-show that he had created, and he freed his own cock to stroke himself at the same brisk cadence in which Benjamin was thrusting. It was all Westmoreland could do to keep from groaning out loud. Even as he stroked himself, he bent down and ran his hand over Benjamin's ass-cheeks, feeling the muscles flexing... then down to fondle the boy's balls, then playfully tickling Benjamin's ass-hole.
The longer the fucking went on, the more Chauncey became accustomed to the assault. It still burned, but not as hot. And while the sensation was not exactly pleasurable, he was beginning to see how boys could enjoy it. The stable boy, after all, had practically begged for Chauncey to fuck him when they had first snuck off together for sex-play. In any case, it was something he could tolerate for now... and perhaps even enjoy in the future.
The captain gave his erection one last squeeze before tucking it back in his britches. "Finish this off, Kitts." The man was more than ready to be a participant rather than merely an observer.
"Aye, sir!" said the boy breathlessly. Benjamin began thrusting harder and faster into the wondrously-tight hole. The sound of rhythmically-slapping flesh mixed with the grunts and moans of fucking. In less than a minute, he was climaxing... squirting his boy-cum in a few deliciously pleasurable spurts. He collapsed onto Chauncey's back, breathing heavily, as his cock continued to throb inside the midshipman's rectum.
"Thank you, Kitts; that will be all. You shall keep this duty to yourself, and never discuss it with anyone outside this room. If I find that you have, 100 lashes with be the least of your punishment. Understood?"
"Aye, sir" said the boy as he put on his trousers and tied the rope-belt around his waist. "You know I can keep my confidences, sir." He winked at the captain as he saluted, and then humorously saluted the midshipman who was still face-down and ass-up. "Shall I serve your afternoon meal at the usual time, Captain?" He said it in a normal voice, but with a flirtatious look in his eyes.
"Yes, Kitts; that will be fine. I may spoil my appetite this morning," he said with a leer toward Chauncey's raised buttocks; "but perhaps I'll be hungry again by then."
When Benjamin had left the cabin, the captain told Chauncey to get up from the floor. As he stood, the boy reached behind himself to feel his bruised butt cheeks and his violated anus.
"There is but one more punishment that you must endure, and then your penance will have been paid."
"Yes, sir?"
"You will undress me and prepare my cock to bugger you."
Chauncey was now past the point of being surprised by the sexual debauchery that comprised his punishment. The boy's penis, which had gone soft during the lashing and ass- fucking, began to rise up again in erection as he contemplated having sex with an adult for the first time.
"Start with my jacket... then my boots," said the captain.
When nearly finished, Chauncey was ordered to get on his knees to unbutton and pull down the man's under-britches.
"Make my prick all the way stiff, boy," said the captain, reaching down to his hairy crotch to briefly grope his balls and half-hard penis.
Chauncey took the man's cock in his hand and began stroking. Without being told, the boy leaned in close and took the head of the stiffening penis into his mouth. Though of average length, the man's cock was of substantial girth, and Chauncey stretched his lips wide to take it in. As his mouth slid along the top 2 inches of the man's erection, Chauncey felt the captain's hand pressing at the back of his head, wordlessly telling him to take it deep. Unlike his experience sucking Benjamin's smaller penis, Chauncey's gag reflex rebelled against the intrusion by the man's fat cock. That didn't bother Captain Westmoreland, because the sucking was just a preliminary for what was coming next.
"Lie on the bunk, Mr. Grosvenor. On your back, with your legs drawn back and apart."
The boy hastened to do as ordered, pulling his knees almost to his armpits, exposing his ass submissively. The captain knelt in position on the bed, looking down at Chauncey's exquisite body, ready to be taken. He spit on his hand and gave his cock a few strokes, then rubbed the cock-head a few times across the boy's reddened and puffy ass-hole, still slippery from the previous fuck.
"Wank yourself, boy, while I bugger you. Go on; do it."
As Chauncey grasped his rigid penis and began to stroke, Westmoreland pushed the broad head of his cock against the freshly-fucked hole. The boy tensed, gritting his teeth at the intrusion, and holding his breath as the knob pressed into his body. When the cock-head had penetrated the circle of muscle, the captain paused and watched as Chauncey relaxed his body a bit and began masturbating again. A few more pushes, with a pause between each, penetrated deeper. Then he leaned forward, his arms pushing back the midshipman's legs even further, and began to thrust his hips in a fuck-rhythm. Long, slow strokes pushed to the hilt inside the boy, not significantly deeper than Benjamin's thrusts but filling Chauncey's rectum completely with the cock's manly thickness.
To Chauncey's surprise, his body adapted to being fucked by the man even more easily and quickly than when the ship's boy had taken him. The steady rhythm of fuck strokes stimulating his anal nerves... the pressure of the fat erection against his prostate... and the pleasure of masturbating himself... all combined to bring Chauncey a level of sexual pleasure to which he was totally unaccustomed. And the longer the fucking went on, the more intensely satisfying it became. As the man's thrusts came harder and faster, the boy jacked himself more urgently, feeling his orgasm rising up.
"That's it, lad," said the captain. "You fancy a good buggering, don't you?" His breathing was ragged as he pounded away at the boy's ass, striving for his own climax.
"Oh; yes! It's so good! Bugger me, sir! Bugger me hard!"
With uninhibited grunts and gasps, the two rutting bodies became one as they strove toward a common goal. Chauncey came first, spurting little globs of boy-spunk onto his belly and coating his stroking hand. The orgasm-induced spasms of the boy's anus were all it took to send the captain over the edge as well, pumping his much-bigger load of cum into Chauncey's guts.
As the ecstasy of orgasm waned, the captain rose up and casually began to dress himself. There would be no snuggling with the boy; no exchanges of kisses or whispered endearments. Those were reserved for his love-making sessions with Benjamin Kitts. But as he looked back at the beautiful boy who now reclined blissfully on the bunk, smiling dreamily, Captain Westmoreland considered the possibilities. Chauncey was far and away the prettiest boy on the ship, with refined manners and an apparent fondness for sucking a man's cock and being buggered.
No, he decided immediately; he wouldn't take the midshipman to be his lover. It was one thing to have a ship's boy as his catamite, but it would be quite awkward to do the same with a young officer. And then there was the matter of risking the wrath of Chauncey's powerful family back in England.
In all his years at sea, he'd always done just fine using a succession of powder monkeys as his bum-boys. No use courting trouble now by taking an upper-class lad to his bed.
"You accepted your punishment well, Midshipman Grosvenor. I have no hesitation in determining that your misdeed shall be unrecorded and forgotten."
"Thank you, sir!"
"One more thing, lad... in the future you shall desist from fraternizing with the sailors and ship's boys. Stay out of the crew's quarters unless you have ship's business to attend to. And while I have no objection to my officers taking a ship's boy for their pleasure, the rope locker is not an appropriate venue for someone of your standing. Talk to one of the senior midshipmen about how to accomplish that goal with more discretion. Mr. Renwick or Mr. Chatfield should be quite knowledgeable in that regard. That will be all, Mr. Grosvenor."
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