My Tuesday went pretty good, all things considered. The housekeeper had already begun cleaning my room as if I had died or something. She had even removed my clothes in the dresser and stored them in the closet. The only things she left in the dresser were my new socks and the nut hugging underwear. I had to admit, once I caught sight of myself in the mirror, that the new underwear looked nice on my rather lean physique.
Dad had taken me with him, to what was supposed to be a day at work. Instead, I found us heading into the city, to the docks. My father had never taken me down there, only to his uptown office. The experience was a thrill, at first. It was the first time that I'd been this close to one of his ocean going cargo vessels. Not many of the ships came to New York harbor; instead they went to the home port in California or Louisiana. I was even introduced to one of the captains, who more than graciously gave me a short tour of the ship. The only place which we didn't go was way down into the engine room; as he said it was always hot and steamy and the engine room crews were always rather randy smelling. As I had learned, the crews quarters were rather small, and cramped together, but the mess hall was nice and clean and my father and I were treated to a mid morning coffee and pastry. The dude who served us seemed very polite, but he also appeared to be very young. He was wearing short white shorts, so short that if it had been me wearing them, my cock head would have been exposed. He wore a white tank top which allowed me to notice that both of his nipples were pierced with rather grossly oversized nipple rings.
After our ship tour, we went briefly to my fathers' office; where I'd been many times before yet not much over the last five years. Some faces seemed familiar, but there was an abundant amount of male employees now, more than I could ever remember. Thankfully my dads' secretary was still there and I had a great time talking to her while my father made some phone calls. I learned that she and a few others had heard of my rather precarious situation. There appeared to be a look of concern on her face, but I didn't pursue it. She barely had time to tell me to watch out for myself, and not to anger my soon to be new boss, the ships' captain; when my dad came out and gathered me up.
Apparently, my father was going to take the rest of the week off (sorta) and do most of his work from home. We had a good time talking on the way home and I never recalled ever talking so much with my dad.
At dinner, I informed my parents that I was invited for a cookout with Alan and his family on Wednesday. They seemed pleased that I wasn't just going to hang around the house moping. My Tuesday evening was like most others, cellphone and computer. I even went back and looked at the website that Alan had left on my computer. It seemed more 'friendly' to me now than it did the first time I saw it.
Wednesday afternoon came quickly. I drove over to my friend Alan's house. It was the first time that I'd ever been invited there, as I'd never even met his parents either. A butler answered the door, well... I think he was the butler. He wasn't dressed like a normal butler but he still acted like one. I was ushered onto the back lanai area, where Alan quickly greeted me and introduced me to his parents. They even had a 'cabana boy' fussing with things around the huge pool. I quickly accepted the ice cold glass of beer, which Alan's dad offered me. It was so good, that I'd soon want more. Alan's other two guest arrived, and it was clear that they'd been there many, many times.
Shortly after their arrival, another servant came outside and passed around snacks. This servant was dressed much like the butler. Alan's dad took request for how we wanted our steaks cooked and Alan's mom came over to join in our conversation.
The way she was talking, she must have assumed that I too, was gay. She didn't seem to think otherwise. One might think that any friends your gay son brings home, must also be gay. Not the case, where I'm concerned.
The meal was delicious to say the least and afterwards, Alan's parents left us four men alone, suggesting that a nice dip in their pool would help wash away some of the worries.
I commented that I didn't bring a swimsuit, and Alan and the others simply laughed. They weren't laughing at me, they were laughing because of what I just said. "Not to worry, we always swim in the nude." Alan said with a smile.
The three of them were naked and jumping into the pool before I even had my sneakers off. The 'cabana boy' was picking up their clothing and properly placing them on some sort of rolling clothes rack.
It wasn't long, after I'd jumped into the pool that I soon learned that Alan had already told the others about his and my tryst the other night. I could feel the heat of embarrassment flush over my face, while the three of them worked closer and closer towards me.
Hands were now running rampant over my nakedness, Alan being the more intimate, gently playing with my manstick; which was quickly engorging with each beat of my heart. Soon, however, the horseplay ceased and our two friends were out of the pool, in the proverbial sixty nine position; as the 'cabana boy' looked on with interest.
What followed was more of a shock to me than anything; as I found myself manhandling Alan's cock and balls beneath the surface of the water. I couldn't figure out why I was doing it, but regardless, it was something my brain wanted
me to do.
Soon enough, the 'cabana boy' was called by Alan, to strip and join in the festivities. I was soon to find out that the 'cabana boy' was not an employee, but was just another household slave. Alan's parents had purchased his term of indenturement, simply to have someone around the house for their son. Needless to say, all four of us got fantastic blowjobs from him and by the time the evening was over I wasn't sure of a lot of things. I said my good byes and
got a big hug and kiss from Alan, who professed to love me forever. As I drove home, I couldn't help but wonder if time had allowed, if I would have ever put my mouth around Alan's cock.
Thursday also went by way to fast, with a flurry of activity around the house; not to mention the hoards of friends stopping by for one last good-bye, which included Alan. My heart felt truly sad, having to say good-bye to Alan; as it seemed that over the past week, we had begun to form something more than just a friendship.
By Friday morning, there was nothing left for me to do, except lounge around the house, or lay by the pool. My thoughts were now totally focused on my new
adventure. After lunch, I, along with my parents took the long ride to the airport; where we boarded the company jet and headed west.
After arriving, and being driven to the company condo, we had a nice early dinner; which left enough time for my father to take me for a ride down to the docks. I was amazed at the size of these ships. I was even more captivated by the number of them which 'we' owned. Tomorrow, I'd get my first look at, my first step onto, one of them. What I had learned from the books didn't compare to what I saw close up and personal.
When Saturday morning came around, it was to much to bear for my mother; so she and I had our private goodbyes inside the condo. I think she was, in a way, glad that I was coming to terms with my future. I assured her that I'd keep in contact with her, as often as time would allow. One final hug and I was on my way, to work.
As the driver pulled onto the docks, I could easily see that some of the ships which were there last night, had already left. We drove to the end of the pier before the car came to a stop. I was somewhat anxious to see the ship that I'd be working on. It was glaring at me, the deck was full of cargo containers, and who knows what below deck. My dad and I walked slowly towards the gangway; where a gentleman dressed in white shorts and shirt was standing. Before reaching the gangway, my father made a few last comments to me, some of which I didn't understand; but acknowledged them regardless.
I set my duffle bag on the ground and shook hands with the captain of the ship. He seemed really nice. He appeared to be in his early forties, average build, with neatly trimmed hair. His eyes were crystal blue and for a moment I thought they were looking into my soul.
Soon, another man dressed in white shorts made his way down to the captain; and he too was introduced to me. He was the first mate and would be my guide for a day or two. My dad gave me a big hug, and the mate and I climbed the long incline up to the ship. As I turned around, I could see my father talking to the ships' captain, with one of his stern looks on his face.
After being shown where my bunk was, were to store my duffle bag and where the lavatory was; the mate and I went up to the wheelhouse to see the captain. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of my new life.
I stood by the back wall of the wheelhouse, while the captain was barking commands over his walkie talkie, and the vessel came to life. More commands and the ship was detached from the dock and some tug boats were gingerly coaxing the ship away from the pier. I continued to stand quietly, yet the inquisitive side of me, had me now staring out a window watching the activities, far below. Several other men entered the wheelhouse and the captain was now giving them orders; allowing the ship to move slowly, on its' own power.
When my attention was diverted back inside the wheelhouse, one of the things I noticed was that the last men to arrive were wearing kaki colored shorts and shirts and white sneakers. There was one oddly dressed young man standing just behind and to the right of the captain, and he was dressed in a pair of pink shorts, that barely covered his butt, and he was not wearing a shirt. >From the back, he looked quite well proportioned. His back muscles seemed to exude, to scream out, that he was tremendously well fit. He wasn't wearing anything on his feet.
I must have been staring at the man to long, as the first mate came to stand in front of me; disrupting my awkward glare. "You should be paying attention to what the ship and the captain are doing; and not staring at any member of the ships' crew." Man oh man, did I feel embarrassed.
"Sorry about that", I said. And with that sentence the first mate began his introductory rage. "You will never address any member of this crew who is dressed in white or kaki, with nothing less than a SIR!" he said, nearly shouting in my ear. "You will be allowed one hour each day to speak and ask questions; and that time shall be restricted until just before you sleep."
Now the face of the first mate had gone from his casual informative look, to one of being a mean, brazen individual. He picked up a phone from the wall, pushed three buttons and whoever answered it; was told in not so polite words to get his butt up to the wheelhouse. I never saw or heard the captain interfere with the minor commotion I was involved in. The man dressed in pink shorts remained still and silent as well as did the other men.
Soon enough, a man came charging into the wheelhouse, out of breath; as if he'd been running the entire time. "Take this man down to his quarters and get him in to his proper attire!" the first mate said, nearly screaming at the man. "Yes, Sir!" snapped the man as his reply.
The man led the way, as I followed; bewildered at what I had just been through. The more I watched the man in front of me, the more I noticed that he was probably not much older than I was. Once I got over embarrassed feeling, from just having my ass chewed out, I noticed that the man in front of me was also dressed in pink shorts; however, his shorts were made of material which was nearly see through. I guessed that he wasn't wearing underwear, as I hadn't noticed any of those lines you see when looking at a girl's ass from behind.
I heard voices which seemed to be coming from down near the water level; so I peered over the railing to notice the men on the tug boats making obscene comments to the man in front of me. They were calling him names and they even were down there grabbing their crotches and taunting him with such verbiage as 'here you go honey', or suck on this bone, bitch boy'.
Thankfully, we made our way through a passage way door and down two flights of steel steps, or ladders; back to the crews' quarters. I stopped outside of my doorway, but the man continued on. Soon, after a few steps, he too, stopped and turned to face me. "This way boy" he said in a quiet voice. I was about to say something to him, but he put a finger up to his lips, indicating that I shouldn't say a word.
I followed him down one more flight of stairs, and he then led me into another area that had four bunks, suspended from the ceiling by thick heavy chains. It was here in this steel walled room that I'd begin to learn my fate.
"Now listen," he said, "This is your new sleeping quarters for the rest of the time you are on this ship. And this is your bunk (pointing to a bottom bunk). Your clothes are under your bunk in the left drawer."
I was once again about to say something but again he cut me off. "Please do not speak, as if you do; both of us will be punished severely. Speak only at your designated times."
The man introduced himself to me as Jordan, and that everyone on board this ship was going to call me 'boy'. I was the only 'boy' on the ship. I was hoping that all of this was some sort of hazing ritual; perhaps customary amongst sea faring sailors.
"Now, let's get you changed into your work clothes." The moment he pulled my assigned drawer open, I knew this all had to be a joke. There was nothing in there except three pairs of pink, transparent, shorts. "Your duffle bag and all of its contents have been removed to a secured storage locker. You are to wear these from now on, but first we need to get you over to the barber shop, for a proper hair cut. So off with those fancy shorts, shirt, and shoes."
I had every intention of running, and jumping ship. Nobody was going to cut my hair. NOBODY! As I turned to run, the doorway was blocked by what I can only describe as a giant of a man. I couldn't even see his head. All that I could see was his honey colored skin, muscles everywhere, his orange colored jock strap and what looked like wide thick strips of leather, criss- crossing his naked chest.
"Oh, that's Daniel, our barber, ships' doctor, and chief disciplinarian. Don't worry, the only time you should be worried is if you are sent to him for something you've done wrong. You're a smart guy, I can tell, so you won't be seeing too much of him; but when you do, you'll wish you had followed orders. Now off with those clothes."
Stunned and frightened, I sat on the floor, nearly in tears. Jordon came and sat down in front of me and started to untie my sneakers. "I'll help you out of these things and that should help you some. You've got a busy day ahead and the captain likes to keep things on a tight schedule."
Jordon finished removing my sneakers and socks, and then had me stand up. The
coolness of the steel floor felt good on my bare feet, however I was still in some sort of catatonic state and couldn't seem to move any part of my body. In a matter of minutes Jordan had me totally exposed, and by now I was crying out loud. "I'll go with you, if you want. That way you won't be too frightened. Getting a hair cut is no big thing. All of us have to have Daniel keep us looking good."
Jordon took my hand and led me out, into the passage way, where I got my first look at Daniels' face. He was a beautiful man, to say the least. The only negative thing about Daniel was that his head was shaved bald, and I couldn't see any hint of hair on any other part of his body either. Daniel smiled and extended his hand, introducing himself. His grip was inescapable. Jordan and I followed him just a few steps until we reached what I found out to be called the cleaning station.
As soon as my feet entered the room, I could feel the rumble of the ships' engines pick up speed. I heard the ships horn sounding; apparently as a signal to the tug boats, perhaps even the crew, that the ship was under its' own direction and power. Daniel went and peered out of the portal for a few minutes, allowing me to absorb the room and its' contents.
Not to long, and the phone on the wall started to sound with intermittent buzzing. Daniel went and removed the phone, to which I could only obtain one side of the conversation. "Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir I understand, and I will see to it
Sir. No Sir, he's still here, helping out. Really Sir, I had no idea of that at all Sir. At least two hours Sir. Yes Sir we shall see to it Sir."
As Daniel continued his telephone conversation, I once again began to survey the room. It seemed rather large, at least from my perspective. There were a few pieces of furniture, but they all appeared to be made of metal, perhaps stainless steel. Even what I perceived to be a barbers' chair was made out of
metal. There was one wall, completely filled with cabinets, which also had metal doors; not to mention huge padlocks. One of the cabinets even had holes drilled in it; similar to those old fashion lockers in school, top and bottom of the front door. Jordan was given the keys to the cabinets and busied himself by removing a large tray on wheels and putting items on it; to which I couldn't clearly see from where I was standing. Once in a while, I noticed Jordon glancing in my direction; his face not now showing any emotion.
Just as soon as Daniel replaced the phone, he went and stood next to Jordon, both of them displaying their backs towards me. I knew that they were whispering, assured that it was all about me. I became rather restless now, as both men turned towards me, and slowly made their way to either side of me, taking firm grasps on my wrists and upper arm. Talk about scared shitless, well I wasn't far from it.
They moved me over to the barber chair and politely told me to 'have a seat'. As I turned around to back in to the chair, I noticed that the seat wasn't a full seat; it almost looked like a weird shaped toilet seat. Once I was seated was when I knew that my world was going to turn upside down.
"Now don't do or say anything that will cause you to be disciplined." Said Jordan. "You can handle all of this and it will make you a much better slave... oh, I mean person." I almost went ballistic when I heard Jordan use the word slave, but I quickly remember the two bits of advice about talking and discipline. After all, how bad can this haircut be; and even if I didn't like it, my hair would go back fairly fast. For a fleeting moment, I almost thought that they didn't know who I was; which surely would have caused them much grief if they were to really mistreat me.
I decided to 'go along' with their game and began to relax, but I wasn't to keen on the idea of them using wide leather straps to bind my wrists and ankles to the chair. As the sound of the electric clippers filled the air I realized that they were honestly going to cut my hair. I've always had the stylist use a comb and scissor to style my hair, but never electric clippers.
I could begin to feel the shorn hair falling down my back and chest, in great quantities. When Daniel ran his hands over my head, was the first indication that he had clipped it down to a nub. I was mortified and I just knew that when mom and dad heard about all of this that somebody would more than likely lose their job; enough is enough.
When Jordan came forward with a large bowl of steaming water and an old fashion shaving brush I became even more frightened. No sooner had he moistened my stubbles and brushed on the shaving cream, Daniel revealed the old fashion straight razor and in less than two minutes had scrapped my scalp completely bare. Jordan was kind enough to use a towel and remove the remnants of shaving cream and loose stubble from my head.
"Now close your eyes, and keep them closed until I tell you to open them again," Daniel said with a serious tone to his voice. Not aware of what was coming, it probably was best that I followed his directions.
Again, I felt the warm water, this time on my eyebrows. The shaving soap and razor followed and I was now denuded of eyebrow hair as well. To my surprise, Jordan held up a small mirror so that I could see myself. I nearly fainted as the light from above bounced off of my bare head. I looked like some sort of freak.
I heard a noise from behind my head followed by Daniel saying to me, "now just let your head fall backwards onto the padded head rest." Once again I followed his orders; and before you could say 'fuck off', Jordan had confined my head to the headrest via a thick, wide leather strap. Had I known what was coming, I would have begun to scream and shout. Another strap was placed over my chest and cinched ever so tight, followed by yet another one just above my pubic region.
Jordan came over to my right side and removed my wrist restraint and pulled my arm away from my body, diagonally. Daniel began to lather up my whole arm, from the back of my hand all the way up to my shoulder. He took a minute or two and used an old fashion strap to hone the edge of the straight razor before he began his job as barber. It almost tickled when the razor removed the hair from my armpit. The same thing was done to my left arm and I was beginning to feel a little bit of breeze come through the small portal, which caused my body to involuntarily shiver. With my arms done and re-attached to the chair, both men methodically began to shave my chest.
I was holding out hope that their little 'fun and games' would cease, but when they put the chest strap back on me, I knew I was in for more dehumanizing
treatment.
Daniel reached beneath the chair and extended some type of handle gadget; which he began turning. The chair slowly began to rise up from its' former position. When Daniel released his handle, Jordan took another handle and began turning it in a clockwise direction; and I not only saw, but felt my body being leaned backwards.
Daniel had moved to stand in front of me, but strain as I did, I could only see his face. He leaned forward, for what I discovered was yet another handle which he began cranking around with rather fast motions. The motion of the chair now proceeded not only to raise my legs, but also to spread them further and further apart. Soon I began to feel the muscles straining, but Daniel kept on cranking. All I could do, all I could see were my legs raised well above the rest of my body and the ankles were slowly being pulled to each side; almost wide enough to split me into two pieces.
In this position, is when I felt the air flow across my now exposed asshole. It felt rather erotic for a few moments, until my brain brought me back to reality. Now I can understand the configuration of the seat which I was affixed to.
My legs were done in like manner, as the arms; before Daniel released the strap above my pelvis and shaved my abdomen area smooth. Daniel then proceeded to lather up and shave my ass, which really scared me.
Jordan came into view, briefly, as he began soaping up my cock and balls. To my surprise, my cock began to harden and I just knew that the two men would say something about it, and they did. "The man who sent you here wants your cock and balls baby butt smooth, so try and relax and everything will go good." What the fuck was he talking about? My father would never even think of something like this.
Try as I might, my cock was soon rock solid. Jordan kept one hand stroking my manhood while he used the other to massage the shaving soap all over my balls. "It's ok; we all get stiff when we are shaved. Besides, you might do well if you cum once or twice while you're in the chair. Never can be sure when you'll bust a nut after today, 'boy', Jordan said with a rather cute sexy facial expression.
I was doing my best not to speak, for fear of anything else going wrong; but, if this little charade keeps up I'll surely let it be known just who the fuck I am. Time was quickly running out, as were my patience; over this simple yet demoralizing situation.
Daniel made quick work of shaving my cock and balls, again the breeze sent chills up my spine. Two long and steady blasts from the ships horn caused the next comment from Jordan. "Great, now we can get down to real work; we've just
entered international waters." I was clueless to his statement, and I really didn't give a shit; that is, until I remembered that a ship in open water is like their private world, with the captain of the vessel being like judge, jury, executioner, mayor and governor.
Jordan took his time wiping off the remnants of shaving soap, sliding the damp towel ever so slowly over and around my cock and balls; even commenting that he was surprised that I hadn't gotten off at least one volley of manseed. Again, Jordan brought the mirror over and positioned it so that I could see my naked fuck stick and baby makers. I was beyond comprehending what they'd done to my body; only now, beginning to shed tears.
Before I knew it, the first mate had entered the cleaning room. All I could see was him standing directly above my head close enough so that for a moment I thought I could smell his manliness. He had a medium sized box in his hands, which he handed over to Jordan, as he addressed Daniel. "The boy's owner sent along this box of goodies for the boy. I haven't any idea what is in it, except that he also sent along a handful of photographs which indicate how he needs his boy to look, when you are done with him." He reached into his back pocket and produced quite a number of five by eight pictures; handing them to
Daniel.
"Holy shit", shouted Daniel, "we haven't done a boy like this in over five years. It sure will be nice when he's all prettied up, that's for sure. I hope some of the things in these photos are in the box, because we sure as hell don't have things like that. You know Sir that it is going to take longer to do these things than what the captain has allotted time for."
"Yes, I've made the captain aware of the time factor and he simply said to get it all done and finished, regardless of how long it takes. Besides we won't be at our first port of call until late Friday"; said the first mate, with a lot more than just an authoritative voice.
After his brief conversation with Daniel, the first mate began closely inspecting my body. When I felt his hands touch me, I was repulsed by him. How can anyone treat another human being in such a way? I'm the owner's son and just as soon as I tell my dad what is going on he'll get me off this ship and fire the whole lot of them. But, why am I being talked about, instead of talked too? What is all this stuff about an 'owner'? I'm legally an adult now and I don't have an owner, nor am I a slave. Damn these people, to hell.
No sooner had the first mate stroked my cock to full attention, and laughed about my hairless manhood, he left the three of us alone. Now, the only thing I can remember him saying was something about 'goodbye mister and hello boy'.
In my gut, I jut knew that I was getting ready to undergo something a lot more degrading than my hair removal had been. Like, haven't these guys had enough fun at my expense? to be continued..
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