Cabin Boy

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CABIN BOY

By

Robert Glynn

It was only three days after my twelfth birthday when my father announced he had something to tell me after dinner, in the drawing room, that had great importance for my future life. After we finished the fig pudding for desert, father led me into the drawing room and there poured him, and me, a glass of fine sherry, something I had never before tasted. Father told me that, as I was now approaching manhood, it was time we should turn our attention toward my earning a living.

My father was a merchant, who earned a substantial living outfitting merchant ship with victuals. Accordingly, he was well acquainted with many a ship's Captain, and he explained to me that, after not a few discussions, he had arranged for me to sail with a Captain Ross MacKinnon, who commanded a great sailing vessel, the Emerald, and I was to serve him as his cabin boy.

I was both excited at this news and apprehensive at the idea of leaving the safety of my home and my mothers loving arms, to embark on a voyage unknown.

Still, my Father assured me Capitan MacKinnon was a fine man and the vessel was setting forth on an expedition that would be such that, even as a cabin boy, I stood to make a substantial fortune when it's profits were distributed.

As my father described the plans he had made for me, and as I drank the sherry he had given me, my heart began to grow bold at the thought of this new adventure. That night I dreamed of sailing to distant lands, and winning gold and treasure.

On the morrow, we arose early, and ate a hearty breakfast, while my mother packed a bag with a few changes of clothes, a Bible, and a small handful of gold coins.

I was much saddened at the sight of my Mother's tears as we bid farewell, and I offered such consolation as I could with pledges of my love and promises to return as soon as possible.

Father and I walked from our home toward the docks on the River Thames. As we walked, me carrying my carpetbag, my Father told me that he expected me to comport myself well and to uphold our family name with honor. He emphasized that I was to be the personal boy for Capitan MacKinnon, and that I must obey him and do every thing that he asked. Life at sea was very different, than life on land, my Father explained, and I must not be surprised by what was expected of me, but rather that I must simply submit in obedience to the Captain.

Father assured me he was well acquainted with Captain MacKinnon, and knew him to be a man of good heart, who would take care of me, making sure I would return to the loving bosom of my family. Father also cautioned me that the good Captain was a strict man, as any ship's Captain must be, and that I must obey his every command, no matter how odd, some of those commands might seem to me. My ears pricked up at that comment and I asked my Father what he meant by his statement.

"Well," my Father answered, "a cabin boy is the personal body servant for his Captain, and he will have needs of you. Needs that, until now, you have not considered, but you are moving toward manhood, and soon these things will become clear to you." My Father paused in his speech at this point, and I hoped he would go on, for I was unclear as to just what my Father meant. However, rather than continuing on, Father just re-emphasized that I must obey the Captain in all he asked of me.

I assured my Father I would be obedient, and he, nodding, said, "I know you will. You will also be expected to serve the officers and sailors of the good ship Emerald and that service will make a man of you, and now, speaking of the Emerald, here we are at your new home, son."

We had indeed arrived at the docks, and before us lay a three masted bark, the Emerald. My heart felt both a thrill, and a tremble of fear, at the sight.

My Father called out a halloo at the foot of the gangway and we were quickly ushered on board, and soon, into the presence of the good Captain Mackinnon in his cabin.

Captain MacKinnon was a fine looking man, about the age of my Father, tall, well built and clean-shaven, who rose as we entered his cabin, and embraced my Father. "Arthur," he said, "welcome, welcome, it is good to see you." Then turning to me, he said, "And this must be your son, he is as beautiful as you described, and a virgin as well?" I was much surprised to hear my Father had described me as beautiful, and doubly surprised to hear mention of my virginity.

"Aye, this is Alexander, the fruit of my loins, the apple of my eye," my Father answered, "and it is certain he knows little of the ways of men, or of life on the sea."

"Well," Captain MacKinnon replied, "then it also certain he must be trained, and it is likely there will be joy in training such a beauty, eh?"

"Indeed," my Father answered, "indeed, I'm sure you will find it so."

These words puzzled me but I had no time to ask explanation before Captain MacKinnon said, "Well Arthur, we sail with the morning tide, and I've much to do before then. I thank you for the boy, he's perfect, and I'll care for him and return him to you, a man, and a wealthier one I vow, in only a few years."

My heart fell at the words, `in only a few years' but my fears were swept away by my Fathers embrace. Gathering me closely in his arms, he whispered in my ear, "Farewell, Alexander, obey the Captain in all."

Then, to my surprise, indeed my shock, my Father kissed me long and deeply, full on the lips, and going so far as to thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, something he had never done before.

"G-goo-goodbye, Father." I sputtered in surprise, when Father ended our embrace.

"Wait here boy," the Captain said, "I'll see your father off, and I've work to do. I'll send Mr. Copley to help settle you in." With that, the door closed behind my Father and the Captain, and I was more alone than I had ever been in my young life.

I stood there, my head spinning from my circumstances, and from the strangely passionate kiss I had just received from my Father.

I look round the Captain's Cabin, and saw it was spacious, with light from ample windows in the day and with a generous number of lanterns mounted on the walls for night. The room was crowded with a desk, littered with maps, books, a heavy compass, and two beautiful, modern, chronometers. A padded, leather, chair sat behind the desk. There was a large, six shelved, bookcase, laden with books, among them I saw the complete works of Shakespeare, The Devine Comedy by Dante, the novel Don Quixote by Cervantes, The Bible, The Voyage of the Beagle by Darwin, Principles of Geology by Charles Lyell, several Atlases, The Mediations of Marcus Aurelius, and numerous other books focused on science, history, art, and literature.

I also spied a sextant, a telescope, and a fine pair of binoculars hung on hooks on the walls for easy access. The Capitan's bed, a large feather bed, sat against the inner wall, draped with both light cotton and heavy woolen blankets. At its foot, a smaller, mattress, with blankets piled on it, and a pillow, lay on the floor. My bed, most likely, I thought. A large locked wooden chest, and a wardrobe cabinet with a looking glass on the door, were evident. In one corner of the room a copper bathing tub with a drain pipe out through the hull wall, occupied a corner of the Captain's chamber. Another small table with two chairs completed the chamber.

Suddenly the door opened and an older man stepped in. "Well, well, well," the man said, closing the door behind him, "I see the boys were right, you truly are a great beauty, curly blond locks, and radiant blue eyes, a beauty indeed."

I was confused by this second referral to my appearance, but could say nothing before this stranger went on. "I'm Copley, Richard Copley, the First Mate, but you, you most assuredly can call me Master Dick." He laughed.

"Well, boy, the captain told me to put your things away." Spying my bag on the floor where I had set it, he picked it up, and carried it over to the wardrobe which he opened and set my bag inside. "All right," he said turning back to me, "the Capitan said he wanted everything, take off your pants."

"What?" I asked, not believing I had heard correctly.

"Come on, you heard me, the Captain wants you naked, and so do I, so take them off."

I stood still in shock.

Mr. Copley said in the most stern voice, "Boy, I said, take off your pants"

Startled by the tone and remembering I had been commanded to obey by my Father, I unfixed the belt that held up my britches, and let them drop to the floor, reveling my nakedness, for I wore no undergarments.

"Hand them here." Mr. Copley ordered.

I stepped out of my trousers and bent over, picked them up and handed them to Mr. Copley.

"The tunic, too," Mr. Copley said, "take it off, I want you, and the Captain wants you, naked."

What could I do but obey? I pulled my tunic up over my head, and handed it to Mr. Copley.

"Shoes and stockings, boy."

I kicked off my shoes, peeled of my stockings, and handed them to Master Dick, who turned, placed both garments, my shoes and socks in the chest, with my bag. Then taking a key from his pocket, he locked the chest.

He turned to look me over, frankly, even rudely, appraising my naked body. I was embarrassed and humiliated, never had I been naked before a stranger.

"Well, it's true, you are indeed a beauty. Move your hands, don't hide your cock. Everyone will want to see it."

Indeed, in my embarrassment, I had instinctively clasped my hand together, and held them in front to hide my nakedness. I let my hands drop to my side, as commanded, and stood exposed to Mr. Copley's view.

"Beautiful indeed, flawless, perfect. Turn around, show me your ass."

I did as he demanded and turned my back to him.

"Lovely," he said, "now spread your legs." I complied. "Wider," he said, "bend forward." I bowed deeply, as though bowing to the King, wondering why he was making me do this, when he said, "Now, reach behind, and spread your ass cheeks. Show me your shit hole."

At this, I was truly shocked! Why would a man want to look at my shit hole? Still, I obeyed, and as I spread my nether cheeks, I could feel my bunghole exposed to the air in a way it had never been, and exposed to the man's gaze in a way I never imagined it would be.

"Now that's a pretty hole, as worthy to kiss, as to fuck." Mr. Copley said.

Now I understood what was going on. Mr. Copley was a buggerer, a man who wanted to have sexual intercourse with me, who wanted to sodomize me. What could I do? What had my Father gotten me into? Would Captain MacKinnon save me? While these thoughts raced through my mind, and while I held this most humiliating pose, exposing my most intimate parts to a stranger. I suddenly realized Mr. Copley had stepped closer to me when I felt his hand on my bottom, and, indeed, felt his finger touch my fundament.

I was so startled by this unexpected, uninvited touch that I jerked up and turned to face my assaulter. "Mr. Copley..." I said with a tone of outrage in my voice, only to be interrupted by a grinning, Richard Copley saying, "I see what the Captain said about you being a virgin is true enough," he laughed. "Hard to believe old Arthur Bartimus never fucked that charming hole, but no need to worry on my account about that, boy, the Captain made it clear that he will be the one to take your cherry."

I was outraged by the implication that my Father could be a buggerer, and might have wanted to sodomize me and said in an offended tone, "My Father would never touch me like that..."

"Well, that must be so," said Mr. Copley, "but still it's a surprise, for I know, for a fact, Arthur Bartimus has fucked half of the cabin boys in the Merchant Marine Fleet."

"He has not!" I interjected.

"Your cute when your angry, boy, but I have, myself, held a naked boy no older than you on my lap and held his legs up and wide, so your father could slide that great red, curved piece meat of his in to the boys shit hole."

"No, you have not..." I said, starting to defend my Fathers honor, but I caught myself, for I had seen my Father naked in the bath often enough, to know the description of his cock, Mr. Copley had given, was accurate. Then there was that deep tongue kiss my Father had just given me. "Can that be true?" was the thought I meant to keep in my head, but blurted out.

"Boy your old man, won't hardly sign a contract to provision a ship unless payment includes a bit of boy tail. Course, not all ships keep a fuck boy like the Emerald does, some Masters are too religious to fuck a boy, but many ships do, it is tradition. Hell that's how your Farther started out in the sea life. He was a ships whore when he was no older than you, and a pretty one I've heard old hands say, that's where you got your good looks from."

My head was reeling from this revelation. Could this be true?

Mr. Copley, continued, "But enough talking, boy the Captain told me I couldn't fuck your boy cunt, but he didn't say I couldn't have a little fun with that pretty little boy cock and your honey sweet mouth."

Mr. Copley reached out and took hold of my wrist and pulled me to him. With his other hand he fumbled with the buttons on his pantaloons and quickly reached in and drew out his member which was already rampant and angry. "So is that mouth virgin as well, boy? Have you ever sucked a cock, boy?"

"No, never!" I said horrified at the thought, or the prospect, and intending the words as a vow.

"That's good, boy, that means mine will be your first, and it surely means your mouth is clean enough for kissing." So saying, he drew me into a close embrace and lowered his head to kiss me. As I had experienced only a short while ago with my Father, I felt Mr. Copley's tongue seeking entry in my mouth, I tried to resist, but felt his embrace tighten, and he was so big, and I was so small. I opened my mouth and immediately felt his tongue enter and fill me. He pulled me close to his body, and I felt his hard cock press against my naked flesh. One of his hands slipped down my back to grasp my unclothed buttock. His tongue writhed and wiggled in my mouth, thrusting in and out. I heard him moan, then felt his hand move, to touch my penis. He broke our kiss and said, "You like this some, eh boy? That little cock is hard, and it says you do."

My cock was hard? I hadn't known. Why was that? Did I like having a man's tongue in my mouth? My Father's tongue was there, not but a while before. I felt confused. I felt Mr. Copley's hand working on my boy cock, stroking me. I felt ashamed, humiliated, violated, and too, I felt hot, and excited.

Mr. Copley moved his hands to my head and forced me down on my knees before him, as he brought my head to his erect member. "Come on boy, suck my cock, you'll never forget your first."

He entered me, his great, meaty, cock head nearly filling my mouth. Again I heard him moan. He pushed his cock deeper into me, making me gag. He pulled back, and pushed in again, and again, gagging me at each thrust. Just when I feared I would vomit, he cried out, jerked his cock out of my mouth, and stroking it, blasted spurt after spurt of his man milk all over my face, and some of it straight into my mouth.

Mr. Copley staggered back, and collapsed onto one of the wooden chairs. His breathing heavy, his spent cock still hanging out of his pants, a long string of semen dripping from the tip. He seemed to struggle for breath, but quickly re-gathered himself.

"Well, boy," he said as he pushed his wet cock back into his britches, "that was lovely. I can't wait to fuck your little bottom. Now, I better get back on deck, before the Captain gets to wondering." With that he was gone, the door closed and locked behind him.

My head was reeling from the events of the morning, thoughts swirling in my head. I caught sight of myself in the looking glass. Naked, the First Mate's sperm smeared on my face, and most confusingly, my little boy cock was hard, sticking straight up. Why was I aroused to have been used like this?

I looked around for some way to clean my face of the scum Mr. Copley had covered it with. I feared using the Captain's towels, or sheet, and of course I could not use his clothing and my own were unavailable to me. What could I do? I scraped the semen covering my face, toward my mouth, I had already eaten much of his seed, and figured some more could hardly matter. As I scraped the sperm into my mouth I watched myself in the mirror my penis was as hard as a nail. What kind of boy was I? What kind of boy did my father want me to be?