Triangle Sailing Camp 1

By Running Bare
runningbare@anonymousspeech.com

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Triangle Sailing Camp 1-- Welcome Aboard

By, Running Bare

The summer of 1998 I was twelve years old and my parents were going to pay my way to a sailing summer camp. I didn’t have any idea what they a sailing camp was. All I knew is I’d be living on a boat for two months and visiting exotic places I’d never heard of, not even in my middle school geography class. They showed me a couple of brochures of well-tanned and skimpily clad preteen and tween aged girls on rocks above crystal clear tropical ocean coves. They had pictures of the waves being sliced by both bows of the huge catamaran power boat as it made it’s to such destinations. I must admit the pictures of the inside of the boat were impressive. I didn’t know they made them that big. The “staterooms” appeared a little tight especially the ones with a full bed. The bigger staterooms had twin beds and bureaus. But heck we’d just be sleeping in them and I could put up with anything for two months. According to the floor plan, there were two heads each with a shower, toilet and sinks. There was one picture that concerned me. It was a picture of a middle school aged girl and boy studying at a galley table. The girl was wearing a tube top and pair of shorts. The boy? Well, his bronzed upper torso was bare, I couldn’t make out his lower attire but they must have been short shorts as his knees and calves were the only thing I could make out from under the table. I wasn’t much on wearing shorts especially very short ones, but, hey, I could take some board shorts and jeans. Whenever I wore shorts people would make overly complementary remarks about my legs and I always found that embarrassing. But what really concerned me was the studying part. I mean this was supposed to be summer vacation.

Mom and Dad were big on studying. Often they’d made me go to summer school not because I failed anything, but “to keep your brain working”. I certainly didn’t relish that. I mean the only reason my friends went was because they blew a course during the school year.

I began to dig further as to why I was going on such an expensive tour. They told me that four boys and four girls my age were taken every year on the cruise of the southern hemisphere. Ah, South America, I knew that much from my geography lessons. This gave birth to another concern. I didn’t speak Spanish. I was reassured the boat “captain” and “first mate” did. A little online research brought those people into better perspective. Both were middle aged women and judging from their rugged looks and tanned faces they’d been cruising the seas for some time. From the company’s website I was able to determine the Captain some woman named Carolyn Westfield and her first mate Linda Stoddard were both supposed to, “build leadership in the students through tilting commonly held beliefs about gender, instilling teamwork, decision making, and humility, while introducing the camper to other cultures and hard work.”

I didn’t know what all that crap meant, but my eyes glued on another item of concern—“HARD WORK”. What the hell, my parents were paying for me to be someone’s slave? What’s with that? The other stuff sounded kind of whimpy and weak, but I wasn’t going to spend two months working for me or anyone else.

I remember the dinner conversation after my internet awakening. I quoted the clip and Dad gleamed—“Yeah, they’ll get you off your dead ass and put you to work. It’ll be good for you. You’ll learn team work.” My argument was they were paying thousands of dollars for this and I should be sipping on Cokes and Dr. Peppers and the crew should do the work. I argued they’d paid to render me into slave labor. Dad just laughed. “Yeah, money well spent.”

I don’t know what all that other stuff meant but Mom addressed some of those issues in her remarks. They pretty much were around respecting girls and women and recognizing my own self-worth. She’d said pretty much the same thing when I brought up living in the skimpy attire the whole summer. Something about I’d learn to accept my body and it’d make me psychologically healthier. Truth is she’d been on my case about showing as much skin as possible whenever the climate started to warm up. I wasn’t into it, as I said I found the weird compliments about my legs and facial features embarrassing. I couldn’t do much about the remarks about “such a handsome young man”, but I sure could hide my legs from catching attention.

So here it was June 17, 1998. We boarded the “Humility” at a marina in Marblehead Harbor. Once my mother, father and I climbed aboard I was pleasantly surprised at how much the boat did resemble the pictures. My accommodation was in cabin 4. I went in and dropped my rather light gym bag on the bed. Then I was surprised with a “Hey, that’s my side.” Turning there stood another boy I’d place at about ten years of age. He chuckled and said, “Just kidding. But, I guess we’re bunkmates, huh? He stuck his hand out and said, “My name’s George.”

“Oh, hi, I’m Sean.”

George sported a really an impressive build for a ten year old. He had on a pair of white short cotton athletic shorts. You know the kind with an elastic waistband and two inch inseams. I noticed the crest on the shorts was for “Triangle Sailing Camp” which was the name that graced the brochures I told you about. Momentarily a face I’d become familiar with through the website entered the cabin.

“You must be Sean.” I acknowledged with a nod. “I’m Miss Stoddard, the first mate.” We shook hands. “What I need for you to do is to change into these so I can give Mom and Dad your other clothes to take home. Just strip naked and slide the shorts on.”

“Naked?”

“Yes, take off all of your clothes and slip the shorts on. You need to do it now so I can give your parents your land clothes to take home with them.”

“No underwear?”

“Nope. You won’t need it. You’ll be out to sea and you’ll appreciate the draft especially on the hot days. You can change here or in one of the bathrooms, but you need to do it now.”

After she left, George just shrugged and agreed with me. “I thought it was weird too, but I just did it. Know where the head is?”

I didn’t so he showed me to it. Looking back I guess just changing in the cabin would have been fine, but I was afraid of George’s reaction to my rather long penis, which was another “blessing” that embarrassed me. To that day every time we had to shower after P.E. the other guys in class would comment on my long “wanker” or “long stemmed mushroom” referencing my circumcised head. I guess I should have been proud about it, but I wasn’t. It embarrassed me. As a result, I tried to time my shower for a time when the other boys had finished. That’d often make me late to English class which was the period right after P.E. Then I’d get a detention for being late, but that was easier that taking the teasing about my penis.

After changing, I slowly exited the head. I was really self-conscious. I could feel the “draft” on my balls and penis. Funny but it did feel comfortable physically, but emotionally I wasn’t at all comfortable. Looking down I was aware of two things. First the tan line was about ten inches below the hem of those shorts, and second my four inch penis, no matter how I adjusted, was a slight movement away from exposing my glans or at the very least my pee hole. These shorts definitely needed a longer inseam to put me at ease. When Miss Stoddard returned, she grabbed my arm and twisted me around as if to examine the fit. “You are a good looking kid. A good overall tan wouldn’t hurt you though. Plenty of time to do that.” Oh shit, there it goes--a body compliment. The very reason I overdressed. Then she used the tip of her index finger and actually tickled my penis head, “What’s this? I guess we didn’t plan for a well hung youngin’, but you’ll be fine.” George just laughed. As she left the cabin he said, “I can’t believe she just felt you up.”

I went back on deck and managed to corner my father. “Dad, I don’t think I want to do this. I mean that Miss Stoddard lady touched my penis.”

“What do you mean?”

“She tickled the tip of it after she noticed my shorts don’t cover much.”

He lifted the leg of my shorts exposing my head and about an inch of the shaft. It was getting to the point I could feel it stiffening. All I could do was think, “Oh shit, now it’ll be sticking out all the way.” Dad just said, “Oh you’ll be fine. You need to learn that boys’ penises aren’t anything to be ashamed of. Be proud of it Sean. There aren’t many boys sporting that much equipment. So what if somebody sees it? Mom and I used to strip you down at the beach and in the yard, and you loved romping around naked for the day. You’ll be fine.”

“Dad I was five years old when you did that. I’m twelve now. I know better.”

“I said you’ll be fine. Deal with it. None of these folks know you and after the trip they won’t see you again. So they see your dick occasionally?”

My reply was a loud whisper, “Dad, I want to go home. I don’t want to go!”

He replied in a loud whisper, “This trip cost us a lot of money. Your mother and I are aware of all that will happen to you during the cruise. You are going and that’s the end of it. You think I’m going to piss away $3,500 because your penis might be exposed? Not going to happen! Get used to it.”

Mom joined us. “What’s going on here. Oh, Sean, I love those shorts. I guess that’s your uniform, huh?” She looked me up and down. She noticed the tears in my eyes brought on by the argument with Dad. “Well, what’s the matter?”

Dad answered, “Oh the first mate. That Miss Stoddard noticed that his boy parts were a bit longer than usual and would ‘glimpse’ out from under the hem of his shorts. She tickled the tip and brought it to his attention. That’s all. He wanted to go home because of it and I told him absolutely not.”

“Oh, Honey, you have cute boy parts. Any female would want to touch them. She’s going to be your mother away from home for two months and if she has the need to look at or feel those parts, you have to let her. It’s part of her job. Just imagine it was me touching it.” Then she lifted my hem and remarked, “I like these shorts.”

After the hugs, kisses and “have funs”, Mom and Dad left. I sought out George and we kind of hung together until the other two boys arrived. We sat down on the bow I made sure to keep my legs together to limit the view. The Captain came by to introduce herself. We both rose in politeness (and to protect our packages from further examination). She began to ask about our schools and other small talk when Joey arrived. She excused herself to greet him and his parents.

Joey it turns out was another twelve year old. He didn’t appear to share my modesty concerns as he was wearing a Speedo. Guess he thought he’d be swimming. I must admit his legs were every bit as muscular as mine and he had a six pack like George’s. Like me, his dark hair framed a well-tanned face. When his back was to us I could see his tan lines came right up to his ass cheeks. He didn’t have the white void I had between my hem and knees. Or, George, whose tan lines were half way between his hem and knees. There was an air of arrogance I could feel looking at Joey. You know the kid who thinks his shit doesn’t smell. I wasn’t sure I was going to like him, but I’d been wrong about first impressions before. As he stood there eyeing the boat and us, Stoddard brought him his shorts and pointed toward the head. He looked questioningly at the shorts and disappeared to put them on. When he returned he handed his mother the Speedo which she tucked into her purse. Just looking at them you could tell they had money and liked to flaunt it. As the captain talked with his parents, Miss Stoddard brought Joey over to meet us.

He was not as self-conscious about the shorts as I was. In fact, even George was more curious about his new “uniform” than Joey was.

Just as Joey’s parents cleared the boat they passed the fourth boy booked on this cruise. Enter Jake Solomon and his mother. Jake was a redheaded boy of medium build. His skin was much whiter than ours. I remember kidding with George about the board shorts he was wearing. Something about “well I hope he doesn’t mind a lot less to wear”. I couldn’t help but notice his new Nikes. Those would be going too. The clothing list my mother got specifically called for sandals and apparently so did both George’s and Joey’s. We couldn’t hear the conversation, but Miss Stoddard was pointing at his feet and shaking her head as she addressed his mother. His mother reached in the gym bag they had brought and pulled out Jake’s sandals. Apparently that appeased Stoddard and all was now well. Jake must have been told to take them off because he sat down and untied each, removing them and putting them in the gym bag as his mother talked with the Captain. Stoddard then pulled him away obviously to change into his new duds—a pair of shorts like ours. Yep, five minutes later his milk white skin was only broken by the white shorts with the logo. We three kind of chuckled at his obvious discomfort with the shorts. The chuckling stopped though when we realized people could actually see the silhouette our packages when the sunlight was to either side of our bodies. That meant we were also on display when that happened. Luckily the girls hadn’t arrived yet. Then Joey added to the discomfort of the moment with his personal observation, “You know when white clothes get wet, they kind of turn transparent.”

George immediately gave his point of view, “Who cares? It’s pretty obvious we’re all free balling it so when we sit down or spread our legs our stuff is right there! I mean everyone can see it if they just look. I hate these shorts.”

That brief conversation gave me a sick feeling. “You think they’ll give us some underwear or maybe some longer shorts to wear?”

“Oh, hell no! They like seeing our stuff.” Joey acted as if he was in the know.

Jake was formally introduced to the rest of us by Miss Stoddard. He was about as pink with embarrassment over the attire as we were initially, but I think his skin being so white and all made the blushing even more noticeable. A few minutes after the introduction, he excused himself to go and see is mother off. He kissed her and gave her a hug and it was finally over. Now, we had to wait for the girls. At least that’s what we thought. It wasn’t three minutes after Jake’s mother left the dock that the motors on the boat were fired up. Miss Stoddard called us up to the deck.

“You boys need to learn to tend the lines. The front of the boat is called the bow and the back is the stern. There are lines on both ends. She pointed to them. Whenever we leave or enter a port one of you will be on the bow and one on the stern. A third boy will be hanging or retrieving the fenders. That’s what we call those foam rolls you can see along the side. Now get at it! Sean you go up to the bow and Joey you take the stern. On my command untie the lines and throw them to the dock.”

I have to admit that introduction was the beginning of the feeling that I would turn into a sailor. When I squatted down my penis fell out my left leg. I mean it was readily visible. That quickly took my mind off how salty I was becoming on my first shipboard duty. Once we were underway, Joey asked the inevitable. “I thought there was going to be some girls with us.”

Miss Stoddard just replied with, “Not now! “

As we cleared the harbor, Miss Stoddard assembled us side by side across the stern facing the bow. “Each morning when you hear this whistle, I expect you boys to report for inspection. You will stand side by side just like this. Any questions?” Smart ass Joey acted like he was clicking his heels and shouted “Yavol, mein capitan.” Clearly Miss Stoddard wasn’t amused by his antics. She rolled her eyes but didn’t react verbally. “Now take off your shorts.”

My turn, “What?”

“Take off your shorts. All four of you shorts off now!”

All of us hesitated. We shared a blank stare as we blushed.

“Come on boys. Don’t make me say it again. Take—your—shorts—OFF!”

What could we do? We each peeled our white coverings down to the floor.

She firmly said, “Off means off. Not just down to the floor.”

The four of us stood there with our dicks hanging loose holding our white shorts in our hands. She walked down the line handling each of our packages one at a time. We were too scared to object. She twirled my glans around between her thumb and forefinger; clasped my erect penis firmly; and finally jiggled my ball sack. I assume that’s what happened to each of my crew mates, but I didn’t dare to watch.

She climbed a ladder and shouted to her counterpart, “Captain, I think this is one of the best lookin’ crews we’ve had in a long time. All are cut. Sean is hung like a horse. I’ll bet he’s at least six inches hard and not a hair to be found. In fact, none of them has a hair to their name. Two of the other three aren’t far behind. Jake is average. But all three are really attractive specimens.”

Now, that was embarrassing. All four of us were hard as rocks. While she was filling in Captain Carolyn, Joey mumbled, “Thank God there aren’t any girls on board. It’s bad enough with these two lesbos.”

Miss Stoddard returned and collected our shorts.

George got the courage to question the situation. “Miss Stoddard, if you take our shorts, what are we supposed to wear?”

The response is what we all feared, “You’re wearing all you’re going to wear for the next two months. Get used to it.”

Joey in an attempt to change the subject or ignore the pressure of what we’d just heard asked, “Where are we headed today?”

“To pick up the girls in Rhode Island. And, when we get there, you boys will be lined up on the bow as we approach the dock with your hands behind your backs and legs spread for observers to enjoy. Then you will hear two toots on this whistle and you will run to the stern and stand right where you are now, hands behind your back and legs spread so we can welcome the girls and their families. Any questions?”

Jake tested her resolve, “We have to be naked in front of everybody?”

“I think you heard what I said.”

“But why can’t we wear our uniforms?”

“You are in your uniforms. What part of the whole thing did you not understand?”

He wouldn’t let it go. “But, my mother would not like this. When I tell her she’ll sue you.”

That pissed off Stoddard, “No she won’t. She, in fact all of your parents, signed a contract that specifically stated you’d be kept naked for the whole voyage. Each of them said they signed you up for just that reason. Sean, your mother and father insisted on total nudity, they wanted you to lose your self-consciousness about your penis. Joey, your mother wanted your attitude knocked down a peg. She wanted humility. George your parents asked for pictures of you exploring ports of call naked. They wanted to share them with family and friends on the internet. And Jake, your mother was the one who said making you stay naked was the only reason she chose this over summer camp. And, Jake, if you ever threaten me again, I’ll use a belt on your ass until it’s as red as your hair, got it?”

I don’t know about the others, but Miss Stoddard looked like she could do some serious damage with the belt. I wasn’t about to push her buttons. For the rest of the day I was worried about having to expose myself to the people of Rhode Island. I was even more worried about standing naked while the girls and their parents boarded the boat.

Joey and I didn’t start off on a good footing. I didn’t like him. He reminded me of a bully at my school. We had to sit legs extended and spread on the bow of the boat so we could “rid yourselves of those tan lines” as Stoddard ordered. I broke the silence with him, “Are the girls going to be naked too?” I guess he felt macho. Grinning broadly he answered with, “I sure hope so”. I could tell he was scared too.

Fifteen minutes later Miss Stoddard threw a tube of sunscreen up to us. “Joey, put this on Sean and be sure to do his boy parts thoroughly. I’ll watch to make sure you don’t skip anything.”

“Hey, I’m not touching his thing. I ain’t a homo.”

“I’m not going to say this again. YOU WILL DO WHAT YOUR’RE TOLD! Put the sunscreen on him and start with his penis. Sean lay back and spread em.”

I did as she told me I could tell she was just looking for a reason to belt one of us. Mumbling under his breath Joey slowly slid his hand toward my equipment. First he touched my head with his finger tip right at the pee hole, and withdrew quickly.

Stoddard commanded, “Cut the shit, Joey. Grab it and rub it with the lotion.”

I could feel his hand slipping up and down on my now stiff shaft. I must admit it felt good.

“Get the tip too. And, don’t forget his ball sack.”

There was a momentary pause as he squirted more sunscreen on his palm. Then I felt the coolness as he rubbed it into my scrotum.

“Keep working it in on his package until I tell you to move on.” No doubt about it Stoddard was enjoying this as much as I was. I mean the feel was acutely sensual.

“Good God, Sean, boys your age shouldn’t be that long,” she commented. It kind of frightened me. My head got wrapped around an image of her trying to prune my thing down to a size she was comfortable with. Eventually the reality of her not being able to do that put me at ease, but Joey’s continued stroking of it kept me hard as a rock.

From there he had to do my ass cheeks. Stoddard made him shove his lotion covered index finger right up my hole. That was uncomfortable as hell. But, not quite as uncomfortable as when she made me reciprocate the whole process on Joey.

“Let me tell you something, Joey. You ever give me a hard time again about protecting a fellow crewman and I’ll make you do it to all of them, every day, for the whole damn cruise. Got it?”

This threat quite evidently brought a healthy dose of humility to Joey.

Thinking back the worst part of the whole process, for me, was being forced to shove my finger up his ass. That was worse than greasing up his wiener and beans. Don’t get me wrong, none of it was appealing, but violating him from the backside was disgusting.

After we’d done our thing, she was off to George and Jake who were spread out aft. I think she got off on watching two boys finger each other front and back.

It was about six thirty in the evening when we began our approach to the dock in Rhode Island. George and I had just finished the dishes. My head drifted to how sanitary the whole dish washing activity could be when two naked boys were charged with doing it. The revelry was broken by the toot of Stoddard’s whistle. That was our signal to join Jake and Joey on the bow to show off our wares to all who wanted to look.

“Hands behind your backs. Legs spread.” Stoddard commanded. “Heads forward.”

We were now crawling at about four or five knots as we approached a slip at a large marina. There were folks who dropped what they were doing and pointed at us. Cameras came out and we were photographed by people on other boats and standing on the dock. As we approached further, there was a rather large group of people clustered near an open slip. I could see four suitcases among the group. There were four girls who appeared to be younger than we were standing there, pointing and smiling.

“Sean, get the bow line. Jake, get the stern line.” One of the men, I assume fathers, threw me a rope from the dock. George and Joey had already hung the fenders as we pulled the boat parallel to the dock.

“Would you look at the dick on that one!” One of the fathers commented. The adults in the group laughed as all eyes were on my package. “Could have used that as the bow line, couldn’t we?” Again, laughing. One of the mothers then made the remark, “Nice little tip, too. And, look at those muscular little legs. I wish I was going on the trip.”

Okay now I was embarrassed. Then there were two toots on the whistle and we all scrambled to the stern to stand inspection for the girls and their parents.

Captain Carolyn came down the aft ladder and welcomed those who were standing on the dock. “As you come on board, feel free to inspect the boys. You may touch any parts that might interest you for a closer look. First we’ll ask for Kathy Smith and her parents to board. Feel free to bring any siblings on board as well.”

With that, a blond girl who appeared to be ten or eleven quickly boarded the boat. Her mother and father followed. The model like woman immediately grabbed my package and turned to the crowd still on the dock, “Yep, every inch is real.” Of course my penis was standing at attention at that point. “Firm ball sack as well. Definitely a keeper!” There were giggles and side comments shared from the dock. “Here, Honey, you can feel him if you want.” She invited her anxious daughter to take over the fondling. And, she quickly did. Her father took pictures of the whole process from various angles. Momma moved down the line fondling each of my shipmates. Kathy was infatuated with my package and stalled a bit gently feeling me before she moved on. Each time she grabbed a new dick, she’d look back at my erect penis standing parallel to the deck and smile.

“I hope your girls all brought a few swimsuits as well as shorts and tops. They’ll be living in them while on board.” The Captain shared. That answered one question. We, the boys, were the only ones who were going to be naked on this trip.

Kathy’s parents placed her suitcase on the deck, left the boat and made room for the next family to deliver their precious daughter.

Next a girl accompanied only by her mother boarded the boat. Her name was Bethany Cummings. She had her brown hair cut in a shorter style and had a cute smile. It was obvious from her size and immature anxiousness that she was younger. Turns out she was nine. Mrs. Cummings grabbed my penis and loudly proclaimed, “I think you girls are going to have a lot of fun on this cruise. You certainly have an interesting group of little boys to take care of for the next two months.” Bethany followed taking her turn. There we all stood each tolerating a nine year old yanking on our penises. She was really excited about it too.

Another ten year old was next to board--Angie Hernandez. Her brown complexion and shoulder length jet black hair sure reflected her Hispanic heritage. She was, to my mind, the most beautiful of the four. Her round face with perfect smile and dark almost black eyes were beautiful. Mrs. Hernandez, on the other hand, kind of scared me. Her mother was the first to actually swat my bare ass with her hand. It stung a little. “You like being spanked?” She glared into my eyes.

“No.”

With a fairly heavy accent she countered, “You better to behave yourself on this trip. They spank all the time. Boys only though.”

Now, Angie had come with two little brothers. One must have been about seven or eight and the other couldn’t have been much over four. Angie grabbed my penis and squeezed. Then she pinched the base and shook it back and forth at her brothers. The little one pinched the glans and just smiled.

“His is bigger than Jose’s or Carlos’ isn’t it, Angie?” As a clarification she told Stoddard, “She bathes the brothers every evening.” Then she took Antonio by the face, pinched his cheeks and said, “Just think, boy, in tres or quattro annos, you be stand there like them.”

The Captain questioned, “How old is he?”

“Carlos is seven.”

“Oh he can come as early as nine. We’ll look forward to it.”

“Me too. He always in trouble. I use belt to him at least four times a week. Maybe this camp will help me. He must be cut before he comes?”

“No they aren’t always circumcised--cut. We get them not cut sometimes.”

“I like it. They look clean with heads showing. Maybe both of them get clipped next week.”

“Well, that’s up to you. You don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to.” The Captain clarified.

It was obvious neither boy, especially Carlos, knew what their mother was talking about. Carlos was still manhandling my penis at the command of his big sister. Jose had move on to Jake’s.

Last was Julie Crawford and her mother and father. She looked kind of average and more our age than the others. She was twelve. Her father was first to examine my package. He looked like he was enjoying playing with me. Kind of blew a hole in the idea that males, especially adult males, had no interest in boys’ packages. He actually pushed my balls around in the scrotum and pinched my glans. I’d have loved to hear Joey’s remarks about it. He’d have been calling the guy everything but human, if it was him. Turns out he did feel Joey up, but not to the extent he did me and Joey just stood there silently. I think we all were intimidated and stunned with the process not to mention the revelation that we, and only we, would be naked for the next two months.

Captain Carolyn proudly announced, “Julie you are going to be second mate on this cruise. You will be third in-charge and will have some big responsibilities. You will be swinging the belt when the boys need to be punished whenever Miss Stoddard can’t or asks you to do the honors.”

Shit there was another ominous warning. We were going to get the belt whenever they thought we needed punishment. The only saving grace was that Julie didn’t look like she could inflict the damage Miss Stoddard could.

Stoddard spoke, “Boys you are each to grab a suitcase and take them to the girls’ cabins. Julie and Angie are in cabin 3 right next to George and Sean. Bethany and Kathy are in one next to Jake and Joey. Once the suitcases are delivered you boys return here and fall in just as you are right now. Girls you can unpack after we go over your responsibilities.”

We each took the bags to the appropriate cabin. I had Angie’s and Joey had Julie’s. We got to exchange a few comments as we fulfilled out task. Both of us were a bit out of sorts over the new information coming forth. Both of us were not looking forward to what Stoddard had in mind when we returned to the formation.

When we arrived, Miss Stoddard sent me to the bow and Joey to the line right behind us at the stern. “Cast off, boys!” We each unraveled the lines from the cleats and tossed them up on the dock. Carolyn had the engines groaning in anticipation of the movement and off we went. All four of us lined up on the stern and were reminded to put our hands behind us and spread our legs. The girls were in a line facing us with no particular posture commands to follow. They were whispering and giggling. As I looked down the line, to a boy, our penises were stiff as boards. Perhaps that was the girls’ amusement.

“Okay, you boys are the crew. You are to look at the girls as our passengers. They won’t have any responsibilities on this trip except to be in command of you. You are to submit to any orders they give. I’m going to assign keepers. These will be the girls who will be your direct superiors. As the Captain said one girl, Julie, will be responsible for all of you when I pass her the authority. Are there any questions so far?”

Nobody dared.

“Sean, you will answer directly to Angie for the whole trip. She will instruct you as to what you can and cannot do. George, I’m assigning you to Julie. Joey your keeper will be Bethany. And, finally, Jake and Kathy. Girls you will be responsible for making sure your boy is clean. You will bathe them yourselves at least once a day. You will clean their assholes every time they, to be polite, poop. Make them bend over and ram a soaped up finger or two all the way in. That may be the most unpleasant chore you have during the trip. Now, if you question the boy’s aim when he pees you may choose to tell him that he must have you aim his penis for him. Oh, and by the way, only girls may urinate in the heads. Boys must pee over the side. Any urine found on the deck will result in the boy getting the belt and the girl missing some shore time, so I’d give a great deal of thought to aiming your boy’s penis yourself. Girls you must each put in at least fifteen minutes a day massaging each boy’s package. That means even the boys you aren’t the assigned keepers for. We like to see them stiff as much as possible. At any time you wish you may feel your boy’s equipment. You must rub on sunscreen on them every hour or so. We don’t want them burning their boy toys.” That brought on laughter from the girls. “If you should make a mess, order your boy to clean it up. If you want to have a particular picture of any of them, make them pose for it. You may upload photos to Facebook or e-mail them to parents and friends immediately after lunch each day. Satellite connections will be established at that time. Boys, you may upload photos as well after the girls have finished, during the two hour window after lunch. So far so good?”

No one questioned. But I’m sure each of us was mulling over the naked photos of us being spread all over the community, for that matter, the world. But, what could be done.

“I’m sure you’ve had a chance to visit your cabins. Girls you have two twin beds. It’s up to you to choose which is which. There are bureaus for your clothing. You must be clothed at all times. Onboard you probably will want to wear swimsuits. On shore or in port you must wear shorts and tops. Boys you will be naked all the time onboard and off. You have sandals, and other than ball caps, that’s enough. At bedtime girls you must wear pajamas. Boys again are nude. You’ll probably note your boys are sharing a bed in their cabins. You girls can compel them to play with each other’s boy parts so you can watch them, if that meets your fancy, after they turn in. Nothing is off base except sodomy. You can make them rub, pull, punch, slap, suck, blow or whatever each other’s parts. You may make them French kiss each other, finger each other’s holes and even plunge their fingers in there. But, no dicks in the butthole. Got it? We don’t want our boys to turn up pregnant. That was a joke.”

The girls giggled. We boys were mulling over the list of things they were allowed to do and I honestly can say none of us was cool with that. I felt I was a little safer as Angie didn’t seem the type to get into such sexually provocative behavior. She appeared to be a shy, quiet girl.

“Should you have a problem with your boy, put him on report. Notify Julie or me that your boy needs correction and that evening we will whip him with a belt. There will be punishment sessions every night one or more of them is on report. Captain Carolyn will prescribe the number of lashes.”

Kathy raised her hand.

“Yes, Kathy.”

“What do they have to do to get on report?”

“Anything you feel is important enough. One of the cruise rules is they aren’t allowed to cover their boy parts even for a minute. No hands, towels, no anything should keep them from view and that’s both onboard and on shore. If they cover their parts, they have to be put on report. If they refuse any order by you to do something, they should be put on report. Shoot, I don’t care if you put them on report for giving you a dirty look. These boys need to learn that we are in-charge. Just keep a ‘tight leash’ on your boy. Oh, and cameras are allowed at the punishment sessions. You might want to send a few photos of any punishment sessions your boy receives to his parents, if you’re so inclined. Their mothers especially would love to see them getting disciplined. I’ll give you their e-mail addresses after we’re done here. You boys are awful quiet. Any questions? Comments?”

We didn’t dare.

“Okay girls, this hose pumps sea water onboard to rinse the decks. It’s also what we use to bathe the boys. Soap them up and rinse them with sea water. Boys may not use the showers in the heads. Those showers are for girls’ more sensitive skin and because our fresh water is limited. Hose ‘em down and lather them up. Be sure to wash their boy parts thoroughly there are a lot of nooks and crannies for dirt to hide in there. Oh, and do soap up your fingers and clean out their holes. Just shove them in there and slide them back and forth for a minute. Get at it.”

(The End)