Wrecked Chapters 26-30
By Pueros

copyright 2006 by Pueros, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

For Heredia

These are chapters twenty-six to thirty of a long saga about the adventures in 19th century Africa of twin English boys, and now a young American.


Chapter Twenty Six – Recruitment

(New York, USA, winter 1850)

Jack advanced up the gangplank from the quayside to board a sailing ship that was in its own way as dishevelled and dirty as he was. The 11 year-old had originally concentrated on attempting to secure a job as a cabinboy on better looking vessels but, after being informed, truthfully or not, that there were no such vacancies on any of them, he had become desperate.

Despite Jack's uneasiness at the state of the ship and the rather aged and ugly and apparently equally filthy crew, he therefore embarked upon the vessel to seek work. The boy was greeted at the top of the gangplank by a crooked old man, who grabbed hold of him and asked in an American accent "What do you want, brat?"

Jack's nostrils were immediately nauseated by the man's stench, which permeated from both his breath and clothes. Nevertheless, the 11 year-old somehow managed politely to answer, in a manner that indicated that he had once enjoyed good schooling, "I'm seeking work, Sir, and wish to enquire whether you have a vacancy for a cabinboy."

"More like you've come to steal from us," the man grumpily retorted, "and so need a good flogging." "No, no, Sir," a suddenly frightened Jack nervously replied, "I'm genuinely looking for work!"

"I don't believe you, you thieving brat," the man responded, whilst raising one hand in the air in readiness to hit Jack for impudence, whilst still firmly grasping the boy with the other with remarkable strength given his apparent age. However, the adult was then thwarted in his imminent intent by a shouted command from behind of "Stop!"

Both Jack and the man looked to see who had shouted the order. They saw another rather dirty and dishevelled old man standing at a doorway that apparently led below decks. This adult wore a tatty peaked cap.

"But Captain," the man holding Jack protested, "I've just caught this brat trying to steal from us. He therefore deserves a good beating!"

"I wasn't trying to steal anything," Jack protested in turn, "but was instead just seeking a job as a cabinboy." "He's lying," the man holding him retorted, "so let me beat him and throw him overboard!"

Jack was, however, saved from this threat but not because of any compassion for him on the part of the ship's captain. The latter had noticed the boy's recently cleaned face and immediately appreciated the inherent beauty, despite normally preferring blue-eyed blondes.

Jack possessed straight dark, almost black, hair and eyes of a similar shade. However, these features seemed to fit his gorgeous face perfectly. The captain also judged that, underneath the tatty clothing and surface grime, there would be a lovely body to match.

"I do have a vacancy for a cabinboy," the ship's captain therefore advised Jack, "and it's yours if you want it!" However, the boy did not immediately accept the proffered post, as he was seeking international adventure as much as work and therefore did not want to be lumbered with a job on just a coastal vessel.

"Where are you sailing for next?" Jack consequently asked. "North Africa," the captain truthfully answered.

"Then I accept your job!" Jack excitedly replied, not realising that by allowing himself to be recruited meant committing himself to international adventures of a kind about which he had never dreamed, even in his worst nightmares.

Chapter Twenty Seven – Squiggles

(Northern Mozambique, Africa, summer 1850)

James had, by now, become completely accustomed to and therefore unashamed about Gambo attending to his naked white body. He was unconcerned even when the black boy's fingers visited his most intimate parts, such as when applying ointment to the flesh under his cockring and protective oil to the whole of his nude body, including genitals and bottom.

James, whose brandmarks now only hurt his pride, was therefore more intrigued than abashed when Gambo now proposed to mark his white flesh with the same type of peculiar narrow squiggles that decorated the black boy's own rear. These strange small symbols were centred just above his bumcrack, which was fully exposed to view because his minuscule loincloth only possessed a front flap.

James was naturally pleased that the little markings were not to be branded onto his white flesh. His earlier guess, from viewing the squiggles borne by Gambo, that the symbols appeared to be of different substance and therefore application to the little cheetah emblems had happily proved correct.

For the purpose of application, Gambo had produced what resembled a few small wooden printing blocks on which the little squiggles had been carved. The black boy also brought a miniature tray packed with compacted goats' hair soaked in a natural black dye, indicating that the squiggles were to be stamped onto James' white flesh.

James' continuing distress at his present situation, including the recent grievous separation from his beloved twin, John, was now temporarily forgotten whilst Gambo went about his task of carefully stamping the squiggles onto the English boy's creamy-pink skin. Despite the prevailing heat, even inside the shade of the hut, the white 11 year-old instinctively shivered and exhibited some goosepimples when the first of the cool black dye initially touched his flesh.

Nevertheless, the naturally intrigued James still managed to ask of Gambo "Why are you doing this, and why are these squiggles being stamped on and not branded?" The white boy was, of course, not complaining about the latter circumstance. He was instead simply curious.

"First," Gambo answered in his broken English, which was actually improving because of his now regular contact with James, "these not squiggles but Arabic lettering. This tribe has no writing and so no need for alphabet or reading. However, mighty chieftain wanted to mark his most precious property with warning for others to leave alone and so trader gifted him this. Although villagers can't read, all understand meaning."

James briefly contemplated the inference in Gambo's answer that he, like the similarly marked young black, was now considered to be amongst the chieftain's most precious property. He also wondered whether such status might confer an easier life ahead than the one he had feared, which basically consisted of menial but heavy toil. However, the white boy's bright mind then turned to pondering the exact meaning of the stamped warning.

Meanwhile, Gambo was carefully stamping onto James' bare rear more of the Arab lettering, which, of course, was read from right to left by anyone literate in the language. As had frequently happened previously, the close proximity of the immaculate curves of the white boy's lustrous bottom, now neatly decorated by the little healed cheetah emblems in the centre of each smooth buttock, caused the front flap of the young black's loincloth to balloon outwards.

In the privacy of the small hut, which was now furnished with some reed bedding for the sole occupant, Gambo had long given up attempting to hide his cock's excitement from James, which was now a regular feature during his ministrations for the beautiful white boy. As the latter had also begun routinely to exhibit similar embarrassing penile unruliness in response to the frequent gentle manhandling of his manacled naked body by young black fingers, both slaves tried their best simply to ignore the phenomena.

Gambo, being two years older than James and therefore more mature, especially in terms of sexual development, although his genitals remained hairless, was aware of the reason for his cock's excitement. The young black realised that he fancied the white boy tremendously, and personal experience had given him the knowledge as to how he would like to consummate such passion. However, he also recognised that present circumstances would prevent him from doing so because the repercussions of being caught would be extremely severe.

Gambo had therefore instead reluctantly decided to be patient and to await the times when the chieftain desired to be entertained by watching his two young personal slaves of contrasting bodily hues performing certain acts on each other in front of him. The black boy was sure that such occasions would arise given precedents, although none previously had involved a participant with white skin.

James, being much more innocent and immature, was, however, unaccustomed to penile hardness and the accompanying peculiar tingling in his groin, which he privately had to confess guiltily was also somehow thrilling. The normally very clever but still naïve child could not work out the cause of such increasingly frequent embarrassment and shameful simultaneous strange stimulus. However, he was slowly finally beginning to link the phenomena to Gambo's ministrations and the sight that he had seen a few days previously of a hound performing a certain act on a 12 year- old black boy.

On that occasion the huge phallus of the hound and, despite what was being perpetrated on him, the much smaller cock of the black boy had both been erect. At the time, James' young mind wondered why and he had finally concluded that the, for him, unprecedented action he was observing involved the mysterious and previously taboo subject of sex.

Consequently, further aided by Gambo's current revelations, James' mind and body were now starting to learn some of the causes of penile hardness and consequently the realities of certain aspects of sex, which would be a process that would soon accelerate considerably.

Chapter Twenty Eight – Stumbles

(Northern Mozambique, Africa, summer 1850)

John's main compensation, as the Arab trader's caravan advanced very slowly northwards along a narrow path through the hot steamy jungle, was that he was no longer being hit and cut by branches or being bitten by flies and other insects as the convoy progressed. The route was thankfully much more frequently used and therefore broader than the one along which he and James had originally been taken to the African village. Consequently, he could avoid being hurt and damaged by the surrounding foliage. The oil covering his body also proved to be a highly effective deterrent to his now completely naked form being eaten alive by the local parasites.

John's main preoccupation was therefore to avoid falling over. The white boy was, of course, totally unused to being forcibly marched whilst naked and unshod, with a heavy iron collar round his neck, manacles retraining his hands behind his back and shackles on his ankles, which prevented him from stepping more than about two feet at a time. In contrast, most of the black captives in front of him were by now more accustomed to such an uncomfortable predicament.

Consequently, whenever John tired and slowed in comparison to the similarly naked and fettered black youth in front, to whose iron collar his own was linked, the uniting chain would become taut and forcefully and most disconcertingly yank the younger white boy forward. The results of a fall in such circumstances might have been very painful and damaging, given that the line of interconnected manacled young humans would probably have been incapable of stopping for at least several paces. Meanwhile, tender creamy-pink flesh would have been dragged along the hard ground, undoubtedly causing bruising and grazing, which might then be compounded by a beating for his incompetence from the canes and whips carried by the Arab trader's guards to discourage malingering.

John was therefore most grateful that, when his wandering mind had occasionally inadvertently allowed him to tire and he was consequently caused to stumble precariously forwards, he had somehow so far managed rapidly to regain his balance and so avoid a potentially calamitous fall. However, the white boy was also astute enough to appreciate that, unless he swiftly gained enough energy and expertise to improve his mental alertness and marching ability and so avoid such dangers, he was unlikely to remain so lucky for long.

Chapter Twenty Nine – Arabic

(Northern Mozambique, Africa, summer 1850)

"Arabic lettering only stamped on," Gambo continued to explain to James, "because mighty chieftain might decide your status change and you no longer his private property. Dye lasts about ten days before fading but markings refreshed weekly unless Master no longer consider you special."

"What is the meaning of the words?" James next asked, in rather natural conclusion to his questioning about this latest embellishment to his naked body. "Warning!" was Gambo's initial one-word answer.

"I know that," James informed, "because you've already told me but about what does the Arabic warn?" Gambo compliantly replied "Words roughly translate as `Exclusive property of chieftain'. Unwritten threat is anyone who ignores the fact will suffer!"

"The Arabic therefore means," James excitedly sought to clarify, "that I'm the chieftain's exclusive property and shouldn't be interfered with by anyone else." The white boy's hopes of a better than anticipated future were beginning to increase.

"Partly," Gambo responded with initial but only momentary mystery, which was subsequently instantly dissipated when he added "because `exclusive property' refers more to your bottom, which is why Arabic displayed just above! Unmarked bums of other male slaves are available at any time for entertainment of tribal warriors."

If James had not witnessed the flagellated black boy being sodomised by a hound, he might have remained mystified by Gambo's latest answer to one of his questions. However, the white boy's bright mind now correctly connected the two.

The startled James finally recognised in shock where the probably big black cock of the tribal chieftain would eventually seek to venture. Nevertheless, the previously sexually innocent white boy's own much smaller penis, which had hardened again because of Gambo's delicate attentions to his rear, somehow did not shrivel in fright but instead visibly quivered in incongruous and demeaning excited anticipation.

Despite currently kneeling behind James' rear, Gambo noticed the white boy's penile reaction to his answer. The young black was also perceptive enough to understand the cause, for he had also once experienced a peculiar mixture of both acute abhorrence and strange shameful excitement at the prospect of being deflowered and losing his virginity and sexual innocence.

Chapter Thirty – Cabinboy

(New York, USA, winter 1850)

Jack's first duty on board ship was conducted in the privacy of the captain's cabin. Some of the elderly sailors had happily set up a small wooden tub full of clean but cold water on the floorboards for the boy but the anticipative smiles on their faces had then been wiped away when their boss then ordered them to leave.

The captain had selfishly reserved the right to inspect Jack's naked body for himself, after ordering the boy to divest himself of his grubby attire and wash himself in the tub. The shy 11 year-old was naturally initially reluctant to remove his clothing in front of the man. However, his unspoken objections were diffused when the adult gave the appearance of taking no interest in the disrobing and instead busied himself with the ship's logs.

Jack, who was fully aware of, and ashamed about, his dishevelled state, therefore took the opportunity of the man's apparent nonchalance and literally took the plunge by quickly stripping and diving into the tub, despite the coldness of the liquid inside. The captain was not the type of person to go to the unnecessary expense of warming water for the bath of even the prettiest cabinboy he had ever employed, which the new young incumbent of the post now proved to be.

Jack began to shiver and develop his own goosepimples in reaction to the cold water but nevertheless picked up the bar of crude soap and scrubbing-brush made available to him and began comprehensively but quickly to bathe himself. The boy's speed was dictated by his wish not to spend too much time naked in the captain's cabin or in the chilling liquid environment of the tub, which was so small that he had to sit with his knees close to his gorgeous face.

Jack soon completed his bathing, without giving any thought to why only him amongst the crew appeared to be required to have a clean body and attire. Evidence of the latter was provided by the little bundle of laundered clothes gifted by the captain, which was now waiting on the floor for the new young owner.

"The clothes belonged to an earlier similarly aged and sized cabinboy," the captain had advised Jack when the man had given the 11 year-old the attire, "but he quickly outgrew the stuff!" The recipient of the decent clean second-hand garments immediately incorrectly assumed that the explanation referred to the fact that the previous owner had become too big for the items.

In fact, the captain was deviously referring to the fact that this earlier cabinboy had outgrown his clothes not in terms of size but in social appropriateness.

(To be continued)