Triangle Sailing Camp 3

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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The morning of our scheduled departure, the girls supervised as we cleaned their heads (bathrooms), toilets and all. Then we had to clean our own heads as well. Never understood why we did all the cleaning. We boys only got to crap in them. We were only permitted to pee over the side and during most waking hours one girl or another would make us let them hold our dick while we did it. I was bent over washing the area around the girls’ toilet when a snap and sudden pain hit me. Or, should I say Julie hit me with a belt.

“Oooowww, what was that for?” I rubbed my right ass cheek.

“You missed a spot!”

“No I didn’t. You just wanted to hit me.”

“Shut up or I’ll do it again. It’s your turn to use the computer. Let George here finish up.”

Julie was such an ass. I really wanted to mash her face. She was just mean. I mumbled under my breath about getting even with her all the way to the gathering deck.

“Sean, use this computer over here. I believe you have some e-mail.” Stoddard actually had civility in her tone.

As I sat down my eyes were drawn to the close up of my penis and ball sack that was the wallpaper of the week. Every computer on board had a close up of my stuff boldly stretched across its screen for wallpaper. The icon for e-mail graced the image of my glans so you had to click on the peephole to access the Outlook software. I was slowly getting used to the exposure.

Sure enough I had three e-mails--one from Mom, one from Dad and one from my best friend Tony. I opened Mom’s first. It read—

“Hi Sean, Hope you are enjoying your trip. I guess you probably aren’t. Sorry, Dad and I didn’t tell you what would happen, but we both think it will help you accept yourself better. About the nakedness, you’ll get used to it.  At least I hope so, because you’ll be spending more time naked here at home when you return. Miss Stoddard and a girl named Angie sent some photos of you. It looks like your tan is evening out especially around your penis and scrotum. I showed them to your grandmothers and they thought you looked cute. Daddy posted copies of them on the bulletin board at the Y. An even tan makes you look so handsome. Daddy and I were delighted to see you with the man at the store. You should be learning about many new cultures. He certainly looked happy with you in his lap.   I resent not being able to hold you like that myself. Angie is a cute little girl. Judging from the thousands of FB friends she has I’d say you’ve gone global. Gotta run now. We’re out of groceries. Enjoy your trip, Honey, it’s all for your own good. Love, Mom”

I wondered what pictures were on Angie’s page and what my mother had in her possession. More importantly what pictures did Dad post on the bulletin board? It was embarrassing to think that she and Dad had seen the photos with Philippe holding my dick in his hand, but evidently they did. I wondered about Dad’s take on all of this so I opened his message next.

“Hi Buddy, Looks like you’re adjusting well. I hear from Miss Stoddard that you were first to go to mast. She says you were the first boy to get his ass warmed. Guess you had to be first at something. The follow up photo was surprising. I didn’t know some twelve year old girl could tear you up that badly, but it looks like she did a pretty good job. Maybe I could get some pointers if we have the chance to meet her. George is a handsome boy. Looking at the photos I can only think, do the boys ever get a break from the “woodies”, seems in all of the photos of you guys are sporting wood. Guess it’s the girls, or maybe those good night activities the girls make you do to each other, huh?”

Immediately my brain went haywire. He knows. He knows about the forced fondling. I wondered if they told him about the oral stuff. I wondered if they sent the video clips. I wondered how much he did know and why didn’t he do something about it? He went on:

“Glad you are being exposed to other people. Your body shyness was a concern to me. Little boys shouldn’t be so modest. I’ve told you that for the past three or four years, or whenever it was you stopped feeling free to run naked. This summer you don’t have a choice.”

He and Mom planned the whole thing knowing I’d have to spend the whole two months nude. They knew and condoned me being under the control of these girls and women. I was getting a little pissed thinking they did this on purpose.

“When you get home you can tell us about the man in the store and some of the other folks you’ll meet along the way. I’ll write again next week. Until then, remember it feels good out so I think you should keep it out. Ha! Ha! Love, Dad.”

Shit. Next I wondered what Tony had to say.

“Hi Dude, Your Mom and Dad have been telling everyone about your cruise. They pass out photos of your trip to everyone. Dude, you’re naked in every one of them. What’s with that? From what I can tell all of the guys you’re with run around naked too. Who in the hell are those girls? The one with the belt in her hand looks pretty rough. Does she get to whip you?

My Mom got a video from your Mom and it shows you with some other guy’s dick in your mouth.   You aren’t turning queer are you? I mean why would you suck some other kid’s dick? Please tell me you aren’t gay. And, who is Angie. Her Facebook page is full of pics of you. Kids from school who don’t even know her are friending her. I’ll bet every girl at the school is on her friend list. Your equipment is the talk of the school. Guess there’s nothing to hide except that suck video.

Sure hope all this doesn’t clue my mother in to our play sessions we had in the park. Even though we were tempted to force each other into showing our stuff to strangers, we didn’t. Guess it won’t be anything for you to show yourself when you get back home. I mean you’re naked in front of everyone in those pictures and videos. One last thing, remember how we used to play with each other’s peters in the park and in our garage? From the looks of things yours has gotten a lot bigger (even though it was the longest I’d ever seen). Maybe when you get back home, we can play with each other again. I’d like it and I think you would too.

Later Dude, Tony.”

Shit again. I hit reply.

“No I’m not gay, Tony. The girls are in-charge of the boys. Angie is my keeper. She’s in-charge of me. For some reason, I don’t think Angie is like the other ones. She isn’t as mean as the others. As far as the pictures, we have to stay naked all the time and do whatever the girls tell us or we get our asses beaten. It’s like we are slaves for the girls. There’s a girl who is the boss of all of us. Her name is Julie and she likes to make us do gay stuff to each other. If we don’t, we get written up and then whipped with a belt in front of everyone. I don’t think any of us are gay, at least yet. Tony, I hate this cruise. I don’t know why Mom and Dad sent me. I thought they’d really be pissed when they found out what was happening to us boys, but I think they’re okay with it.

You asking me if I’m gay and you want to play with my peter when I come home? Let me think… NO!

Well, my time is up. Later, Sean.”

I couldn’t bring myself to replying to Mom or Dad. I was pissed at them and decided not replying would punish them and get the message across that I was not happy with what they did to me.

In the middle of our second week we had departed the Dominican Republic and set “sail” for a place called Curacoa. None of us had ever heard of it, but Captain Carolyn told us it was a small island controlled by the Dutch. All I could think about was that’s where my mother said tulips came from—the Dutch.   How or why I remembered that I’ll never know.

We anchored in a small cove. The land was green with vegetation and the beaches were clean and the water clear. The Captain told us that we’d be spending three days there and for a change we’d be camping on shore. Though it was a quiet place, there were some people on the beach. One of the biggest surprises we encountered was the fact that there were ten or twelve boys swimming and playing on the beach. To our relief, all but two were completely naked as well. Their parents were clothed as were the girls. Though the fact the other boys were naked gave us some consolation, most were younger than we were and all of them had weird looking penises. They had what would best be described as turtle neck sweaters around their dick heads. I, for one, had never seen that before. We were assured by Angie that’s how her brothers looked as well.

When we walked onto the beach, the other kids came over for what I would call a meet and greet session. I think their interest may have been spiked as they didn’t see many English speaking boys with the circumcised penises roaming the beaches.

We were shy about joining in the local boys’ games, but it was not because they didn’t try to welcome us. It was because our boy parts were almost immediately inspected out of interest by the older women who were with them. Miss Stoddard had warned us that we were to allow all the looking and touching these folks wanted to do. She didn’t tell us until later that the women in this area often used their sons’, nephews’ and grandsons’ packages to judge how they were maturing and developing. She told us they frequently checked out their penises and scrotums, especially after long absences, the way some American mothers chart growth by drawing growth lines on door jams as their kids grow. Our keepers were told to march us over to allow the women and girls to “examine” our packages as a way of introduction. Miss Stoddard spouted something in in a foreign language and the women smiled as they scanned our naked midsections.

I asked Angie what she said. Angie whispered that she didn’t know.   “That wasn’t Spanish. But Miss Stoddard must have invited them to examine any of you they wished.” One lady sitting on a blanket with a naked boy who I’d say was five at the oldest, motioned for Joey to approach her. He immediately took a defensive posture and did the unthinkable. He covered his erect penis with his hands as he apprehensively approached her.

“Joey, you’re on report. Move your hands and go over there and let her feel your little boy thing. You were warned about covering. All of you were warned and I’d better not see it again.” Stoddard was using her authoritative voice.

One of the beach girls who must have been my age or maybe a year or two older had grabbed my penis and was twirling the head between her thumb and forefinger. She turned and spoke to one of the older women, probably her mother. They made a few short comments and then laughed. The older lady came over and took over the examination. I looked to Angie again. “I don’t know. Like I said, they aren’t speaking in Spanish.”

I think the woman could see our confusion. Then the girl’s mother speaking in broken English explained her daughter was curious about our penises with no “covers”. She said she told the girl that many American boys don’t have covers. She told us that she suggested to her daughter that mine was so long it probably just grew out of it. That’s why they were laughing. With that even my fellow crewmates were laughing as well. I, of course, was embarrassed and speechless.

The older woman pulled on my penis almost as if she was checking how securely it was attached to my body. Other than that she was pretty gentle. Before we knew it each of us had attracted both adult and kid attention. Two of the nude local boys joined the group surrounding me. They, unlike us, were notably flaccid. In fact, they, more than the females, giggled at our erect state. I know this because they made fists and held their hands palm down and slowly straightened their middle fingers, obviously mimicking an erection, causing everyone to laugh. It was evident they found our boners humorous. What really rocked my sense of security was when the boys didn’t even seem to pause before copping a feel of our penises and balls. They were definitely excited by our cut members as much as their sisters and mothers were. They tried to pull the skin of the shaft over the tip to no avail. One of the boys who must have been ten or eleven got a little rough with my package and was quickly slapped across his bare ass by a girl who couldn’t have been fourteen or fifteen. He rubbed his cheek and looked questioningly at the girl who used a scolding tone of voice to correct him. At least I think she was correcting him. Her gaze was serious her voice stern and after the interaction he was a bit gentler as he felt me up. All I can say is I’m glad we didn’t have to put up with this back home.

That night, we pitched tents on shore and Miss Stoddard had made our keepers take us to hunt for dried driftwood for a campfire. When the pile of driftwood and dried wood from the forested area adjoining the beach had been set ablaze, Captain Carolyn called for any boys on report to come forward for mast. Joey was it that night. I was glad it wasn’t me. I decided to do everything I could to avoid that happening to me again.

Miss Stoddard and Julie tried his case. Stoddard told of him covering himself instead of openly inviting the local lady on the beach to examine his package. He tried to defend stating that he was a bit embarrassed, but that he would have let her feel it if Miss Stoddard had just given him a minute or two to get used to the idea. The Captain then said, “So, you’re admitting you covered yourself to keep that lady from seeing or feeling your boy parts?”

I think he felt honesty was the better part of valor. Wrong!

“You will get six stripes tonight. The kind of whipping that will help you remember your boy parts are community property on this cruise. All of you boys had better take note. Your bodies aren’t yours on this cruise. They’re ours. ” She ordered Joey over to a folding lounge chair Stoddard had been reclined in prior to the mast. “Julie, bring the belt.” Of course Julie was more than ready and was smiling big and broad. With that she grabbed the strap and triumphantly followed the rest of the group.

I must admit, as much as I felt camaraderie with the other boys, there was something enjoyable that stirred within when one of them was going to be whipped in front of me. Some sadistic stirring that made my penis stiffer than usual.

Miss Stoddard ordered Joey to put his back across the leg and foot part of the chair. His head hung over one side and his knees were planted on the other side. It was obvious he was ready to accept his punishment. “No boy. On your back.” He looked confused so she adjusted him. The top of his head was now planted in the sand on one side and his feet were dug in the sand on the other. Then Stoddard called me over. She spread his legs and told me to hold his left knee with both hands in the position she’d placed it. George had to hold the other in the same manner.   We were as perplexed as Joey was. He finally said, “What are you doing?”

Stoddard responded with her usual abruptness, “Shut up and do as you’re told. Jake, come over here with me.” He slowly walked over to her position at Joey’s head. “Kneel down and press on his shoulder. I’ll hold the other side.” In effect there was Joey spread eagle. My boner had subsided. I think it was because I wasn’t sure what we were doing. The Captain was smiling and the other three girls were standing at her side. Then Stoddard gave explanation, “When you cover your boy things to hide them or prevent someone from touching them we whip them, not your asses, so you remember what got you into the discipline situation in the first place. It’s a reminder of how boys’ dicks and balls can get them in trouble. Julie I want you to stand between his legs and whip his boy things. Hit him hard six times, but space them like you did with Sean’s ass. Slowly count to ten between lashes. It’s going to hurt bad, but you deserve it young man. The rest of you listen to me. He’s going to try hard to get free. If either of you boys let him get loose, we’ll whip your asses when she’s done with him.”

Surprisingly, my penis again started to harden in anticipation. One would think it’d retract in empathy for the poor kid.

“Okay, Julie get started.”

Wooosssshhhh, snap then a blood curdling scream. She’d landed one where the folded part of the belt caught both balls and his penis. He struggled desperately trying to get free. I’m sure, he needed to grasp his aching balls and roll around a bit. George and I held on to his legs for dear life as he tried to pull his knees together. He wiggled in pain as Julie slowly did her ten count and then landed another that left a red stripe up to the base of his navel. Again, he struggled but not so hard. I think she missed his sack on that one. He was crying very openly as Julie began the slow count again.   Suddenly the belt wooshed, snapped, and Joey groaned loudly as he again struggled to free himself. Luckily we all were able to hold him. It was almost as if he was tiring. He couldn’t muster the strength he had on the first lash. He was crying profusely and begging for the session to be over, but Stoddard made him take all six. When we released him he could hardly move. He rolled off the foot of the lounge onto the sand and assumed the fetal position. Julie was smiling an evil grin. “Miss Stoddard, he’s holding himself. I think he needs it again.”

Stoddard surprised me when she said, “Leave him alone Julie. He can hold himself for thirty minutes to get his wits about him.” She walked back to the campfire. We boys just stood there with our mouths agape. The other three girls didn’t laugh or giggle they too just stood wide-eyed and watched Joey weep.

“Let’s hope we made our point, boys. Your boy parts belong to us for the remainder of the cruise.” The Captain turned and walked away as well.

Joey cried and sniffled for thirty minutes and then Stoddard made him return to the campfire.   His ball sack was huge. I mean it was swollen. “Julie, get some ice out of the cooler over there and ice down your boy’s balls.” She got the ice, knelt down beside him, and forced his hands aside she rubbed the ice on his scrotum. He continued to cry and moan. When she’d finished his bag was still swollen only wetter now. That was unfortunate for Jake as he was told to lick the water off. How fucking perverted were these people?

That night Joey kept an ice bag on his sack. By morning the area wasn’t as swollen, but I could tell by is walk he was still sore.

While we ran and played on the beach that morning our keepers lounged sunning themselves. We were somewhat less “on guard” as the beach was free of anyone other than those of us on the cruise.   This was actually the most carefree we boys had been allowed to feel since we left Marblehead Harbor. Even with our complete nudity we were more at ease than we’d been since that departure.

I would guess it was close to nine o’clock when the girls summoned us to the blankets for our morning fondling and the application of the sunscreen. As we lay there, legs spread, girls’ hands teasing our penises and ball sacks, I heard the laughter of others approaching our beach campsite. It turned out it was two teenage couples carrying beach chairs, coolers, blankets and an umbrella. They were clad in beach attire—the boys in board shorts and the girls in two piece bikinis.

“Oh, for cute! Look guys, these naked little boys are letting their sisters play with their little things.” One of the girls crooned. “And, hard little things at that!”

Seeing Stoddard and the captain, she put her hand to her mouth as if surprised this was happening in front of adults. Stoddard broke the surprise. “Hi. You are evidently not from the island.”

“No, we’re from Canada. Just down here for a couple of weeks with our parents. Where are you from?”

“We’re out of the U.S. – New England area. The boys and girls are from all over the country.”

“And, the little boys are naked?”

Stoddard continued, “Always. Boys don’t deserve any modesty. They should be on display all the time. Keeps ‘em humble. And, on our cruises they are subservient to the girls. Enough of that misogyny bullshit. You’d think one chromosome should make a difference, but cultures the way they are, boys need to be taught they’re no special deal.”

Our Canadian observer responded, “I love it. Besides those little bare asses, dicks and ball sacks are as cute as they can be. That one over there is hung very well for a kid his age. Oh, and look at those legs. Don’t you just want to rub him all over? What a good looking kid.” She was looking right at me. Then she punched her boyfriend on the shoulder and said, “Steve why don’t you show off your stuff? You heard the lady, ‘boys don’t deserve any modesty’.” She giggled and Steve retorted.

“Yeah, well I’m not really a little boy anymore. And, men do deserve their modesty.”

“You want to feel him for a little while? I’ll let you rub whatever you want for a few minutes.” Stoddard was pimping me out. “Sean, get over here!”

I went and she let her new friend from the North, play with all of my body parts for the following thirty minutes. My dick was so hard during the “massage” my balls hurt, but I’m sure they didn’t hurt as much as Joey’s still tender nads.   I must admit that college girl rubbed me right in front of the other three teens. And at least three times I felt that thrust of what I now know were dry orgasms. Each time it happened, her male counterpart, and the other couple giggled as I thrust my hips forward and collapsed breathing heavily. Each time the other three chanted “Do it again, do it again, do it again…” Of course the accompanying smart remarks from the two males embarrassed me even further.

After an hour or two, the Captain told us to begin getting things together to return to the boat. We were going to leave the island for points south. Our Canadian ‘friends’ were hurriedly snapping as many photos as they could with their cameras. As it turned out, I was asked to pose in various activities for them to record for posterity. I was sure I’d see those shots online at some time after we returned to the States. My thoughts were that I eventually grow up and no one would remember it was me. At least that’s what I hoped.

(The End)