Triangle Sailing Camp 6

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 6 – Rough Water and Quiet Villages

By, Running Bare

We walked back to the boat wearing only flip flops and those black bowties. It was dark so it wasn’t too embarrassing, but it was cold. The girls were wearing sweat pants and hooded sweatshirts and I’m sure were more comfortable that we were. Our dicks were still standing at attention as the preshow dose of Stoddard’s pills hadn’t worn off.   Jake was in a rare mood and cried during the final leg of our return moaning how he wanted to go home. Didn’t we all?

In the morning I was awakened by a sharp slap to my bare ass. It was Angie. She was getting too much like Julie for my liking, but I guess “you gotta dance with the one who brung ya”.

“Get up. You and Joey need to man the lines.   We’re leaving.”

“Where are we going?”

“Around the tip. The Captain wants to tell us about the trip before she leaves though so just assemble with rest of us on the aft deck. Better hurry, she is really anxious to get underway.”

I ran to the assembly without brushing my teeth (or popping my morning pill). We boys automatically assumed a parade rest position—legs spread with hands behind our backs. The girls of course were sitting (lounging) wherever they wanted.   The air was cold but I guess the Captain was right. We’d “toughened up” and were less aware of the chill. The Captain Carolyn looked down the line of now well browned boys.

“Today we are going on the most perilous part of our trip. We will be rounding the tip of South America. We’re going from the Atlantic to the Pacific. We will be encountering some of the roughest waters on the globe so be sure to follow any commands from Miss Stoddard or me. It will be very cold. So girls be sure to wear sweats and even a jacket. I want all of you kids to wear lifejackets until further notice. Any questions?”

Georgie was always amazing. If he wasn’t so naïve I’d swear he was stupid. “Captain if it’s going to be cold, don’t the boys get to wear something?”

“What did we tell you the first day?” She was livid, “Boys are to remain nude for the entire voyage. Last night was as clothed as you will ever be. We love to watch those little ball sacks tighten and those penises shrivel up from the cold and believe me we won’t be disappointed because it will be cold. Besides you’ll be wearing your life jackets. They should keep you warm. In short, you will be nude all the time and I don’t want to have to address that question again or I’ll beat your little asses. Got it?”

We all choked back the lumps in our throats and nodded and mumbled our understanding. Joey punched George’s shoulder and cautioned him, “George, keep your freaking mouth shut. You’re going to get us all on report.”

“Girls, as we travel I want you to massage your boy often. Be sure to spend a lot of time rubbing their boyhood’s—balls and dicks. Keep them hard if you can. Their legs and arms will also need attention, but remember the smaller parts, again their dicks and balls will need most attention we do want to keep them warm don’t we?” She had an air of sarcasm with her last sentence.

“We plan to lash you boys to the upper deck so you don’t end up going over the side. You should remain seated unless Miss Stoddard or I tell you otherwise. We do want you to be exposed as much as possible to the cold air and water, it’ll toughen you up and like I said the effects on your boy parts will humble you a little too. Girls get photos and videos of the boys as we go. The parents will be impressed at the roughness and I’m sure humored by their ‘shrinkage’. Boys you are to keep those legs spread while sitting. We want to see it all and so do your parents.” She chuckled at her last sentence.

Now, I know all of you readers think of South America as all sunny, hot and clear water beaches, well that’s true for a lot of it, but what we experienced the next two days was not quite that inviting. We were rounding the horn of the continent and passing between it and Antarctica. We didn’t have time to worry about our ‘shrinkage’. It was very cold and the waters were choppy enough to have us blow lunch over the side.

The air was freezing. Seawater from the crashing waves sprayed all over us and made matters even colder. My fingers, toes and dick hurt from the cold. The rest of my skin burned from exposure. My jaws were clenched and teeth were clattering as were those of the other boys. In an attempt to warm ourselves we naturally balled up into fetal positions as much as the life jackets would allow. Stoddard came out on deck and laughed at us. “You boys deserve it. I hope your little peepees and balls get frostbite and fall off.” It was hard to tell if she was just being her usual sarcastic self or really meant it.

Angie’s fondling of my junk felt very good. It was the first time I simply didn’t care, I wanted her, or anyone else for that matter, to touch me as much as possible. The warmth was welcomed. There was a time where Stoddard had we boys hug each other tightly and rub our body parts against the other boy’s parts. She said it would be warmer. I think it was meant to be a photo op for the girls to document us sharing each other’s touch.   We were being tossed around roughly and were frightened of being washed overboard, but the Captain kept chugging along.

Finally, Stoddard relented and told us to go below decks into the gathering room. The girls took us down there. It was quite a bit warmer below decks as it saved us from the wind and spray that was so cold on deck. We were allowed to shed the lifejackets and the girls had us rubbing against each other “to warm each other up”. Of course they wanted to be sure our penises were in contact with each other’s when rubbing frontally. The warmth of the quarters and the nature of our warm up activities caused our dicks to emerge once more and stiffen.   Then we had the front to back rubbing. As each of us stretched out over our partner’s bare backside, Bethany would reach under and pull our hard-ons upward and central to the other boy’s crack. It almost as if she was hoping for an ‘accidental’ engagement of the recipient’s butt hole. I defy anyone to tell me that wasn’t her motive.

As the waters calmed, Julie had us pair off. George and I were paired, and Joey and Jake were. One boy had to lie on his back while the other rubbed his arms and legs briskly. Then she made us rapidly rotate our partner’s penis between the palms of our hands to “warm them up”. Again, I think it was just a photo op but the friction warmed us and it felt unbelievably good for my still cold penis. Once again, we had to lie on top of each other face to face and wiggle around “to share each other’s body heat”. And as before, we were told our penises should touch or we weren’t doing it right and would be subjected to her method of warming our asses. That was followed by the bottom partner rolling over and the top again laying atop and wiggling. We were all back to full erections at this point. I could feel my penis being temporarily snagged by George’s butt hole as I rolled and slid up and down. And, yes, I did think my penis might find an unwelcomed port in the storm, but thankfully it didn’t. I’m not sure that wasn’t Stoddard and her minions’ goal. Then we switched positions and I could feel George’s member as it slid up and down my crack with the head teasing my hole, but again it didn’t “dock” thank God. The weird thing is it did warm us up quicky. I don’t know if it was the activity level or true sharing of body warmth, but we did get warmer. The girls of course recorded the entire activity for our parents. And, I knew the next load of e-mails from home would definitely mention it.

Though it was still very cold as we proceed up the western coast of South America, the waters did get calmer. That transition from Atlantic to Pacific was a very scary experience and not just for we boys. Even the girls admitted to their fears during that crossing.

As we continued up the coast we often could see whales as they breeched the surface. I have to say they were big. Then it wasn’t uncommon to see pods of dolphins serenading the boat as well. At one point, the Captain shut down the engines and put us in lifejackets and told us to jump overboard so the dolphins could “get to know you”. The water was freezing to say the least. We were only allowed a couple of minutes before we were pulled back on board. Stoddard said, too much time in that water would cause hypothermia and it could kill us. But, she said it’d do our “little ball sacks well” to experience the cold. The girls were told if they wanted to go in they’d have to put on wetsuits. Not us. I guess we were expendable.

It was fun as these mammals would actually swim right up and past us most often at high speed. At times they would stop so we could actually touch them. One was intrigued with me. He or she would swim off and then come nudge me with its snout. Actually more than one nudging included balls and penis. I don’t think the animal was aiming there, but it certainly did punch me there. It was a little uncomfortable. Stoddard took videos and stills the entire time from aboard the boat. These were images I didn’t care if they sent home, and they did.

Kathy treaded water and shouted, “Hey, Sean, that one likes you.   Maybe it’ll bite off those boy parts, huh? You know it’ll think your thing is a worm.”

I couldn’t help it, “Kathy you are soooo stupid. These are dolphins. You know mammals. They eat fish not worms. If you don’t know what you’re talking about you ought to keep your fucking trap shut!”

Stoddard from the deck of the boat shouted to me, “Sean one more insult like that any I’ll let her beat your ass. She’s a keeper. She outranks you. So you keep your mouth shut! Now apologize to her.”

What I wanted to say was, “I’m sorry your parents raised an idiot.” But what came out is, “Sorry for calling you dumb Kathy.” She just grinned a shit eating grin.

Momentarily my thought returned to contemplating my new friend’s motive. “Nah? It just doesn’t know how painful it is for a boy to get head butted there.”

Almost as if to cut the tension between us, Kathy suggested, “Maybe you could introduce it to Jake. It’d give you a break.”

Jake shouted his disagreement. “No, I think it would like George’s or Joey’s instead. Joey’s is bigger than mine.”

“Hey, it’s getting very cold in here. Miss Stoddard, can we come back aboard?” Angie pleaded.

“Okay, boys and girls, come back aboard.” Surprisingly she agreed.

All four of us were back to max shrinkage. Our balls were tightly clustered and our penises were reduced to little more than nubs. And we were shivering with our teeth chattering. There were goose bumps all over the four of us. We were handed towels by Stoddard, but not until she videoed our bodies to show the cold. She said it was cute and it’d be another cute show to send back home.

“Girls, go dry off and change, then take the boys below and get them warmed up. Let’s give them the pills and get them straightened out too.” She ordered. We were thrown towels to dry off with. One of the dolphins stuck its head out of the water and started chattering at us. It was evident it missed our company. To this day I think it was the one who was attached to me.

After the girls changed, they took us below decks. Julie handed each of us the pill and watched to make sure we swallowed it. Then the girls made us do the whole rubbing thing with each other again. This time Kathy made sure our penises were in position to possibly penetrate each other’s anuses. Following the rubbing Angie made us lick and suck each other’s stiffies in a 69 position. That confirmed for me that she was becoming more calloused.

Though we were becoming more accustomed to rubbing, licking and sucking each other, it never ceased to cause us to stiffen as tightly as ever. Something about other people playing with your junk is unavoidably erotic. You’ve always heard sex play is wrong, but it feels so good. Gone were any inhibitions we had about being naked in public or having people stare at us, take our images or videos, or feel our junk. But, the strap is something we never got used to.

Three days after rounding Cape Horn we put in to Valdivia, Chile. Unlike past ports we didn’t have any public exhibitions planned, but Stoddard took advantage of the dock time to connect us to our e-mail. We’d been out of touch for about a week and I, for one was anxious to get caught up. Really, I wanted to know how Mom and Dad added to my humiliation further. Angie and the keepers had uploaded our photos and videos from the club and I knew the result wasn’t going to be fun.

“Hi Buddy, Mom and I have been glued to the e-mail and Angie’s Facebook account keeping up with you. I assume the experience you had at the Club was a bit humiliating. I don’t know how I would have managed that when I was twelve. I guess you pulled in quite a bit of money for Angie. She deserves it having to put up with keeping you in line. (Just kidding!) No, but she seems nice and I’m sure she does deserve it. We did enjoy the Chippendale routine you boys did for the audience. We especially liked the apparent celebration when you boys threw off the thongs. Miss Stoddard says she and the Captain have a surprise for you four when you get through the Panama Canal. Can’t imagine what she has in mind. Anyway, Mom is loving the whole trip. She says it will help you adjust and grow up a bit. She shares all these photos, videos and reports with the neighbor ladies and girls. When I ask why, she says it will make it easier for you to lounge around naked when you get home. All the neighbors and kids from your school have seen it all so there’ll be nothing new and you can relax in front of them.   She says she can’t wait to examine those tanned boy parts herself. Love you, buddy. Dad.”

I had mixed feelings. First, I was kind of comfortable with the idea that if I had to be naked back home everybody knew what I looked like. But how was that supposed to make me comfortable with being manhandled? I was a bit worried about what Stoddard and the Captain had in mind for a “surprise”. Thus far nothing they’d given us was exciting. In fact, it usually hurt. I’d discuss the whole thing with the others when we were alone enough not to be overheard.

I wrote back to my Dad. “Now that we’re past the halfway point, I guess pleading to bring me home would do less good than it did when I asked back in the beginning. That whole Club thing was bad, Dad. It was more than humiliating. I had to let people, mostly dirty old men, do whatever they wanted. The only rule was they couldn’t expose their own parts while they were with me. If Angie hadn’t been in the little room with me, I’m not sure I wouldn’t have been hurt bad. Another thing, Angie is getting a little more mean. She did share some of the money she made by making people pay to feel my things, but there’s just something that’s changed. She is getting more and more like Stoddard and Julie and that kind of scares me. I wish Mom wouldn’t share all those posts with others. It’s embarrassing. I’m still not sure about you guys making me stay naked in front of others back home. We can talk about it when I get back. Guess you haven’t gotten the report about our journey around the tip of South America. It was so cold, Dad. We were afraid we’d all get washed overboard and die. There were times we were so cold it wouldn’t have mattered if we did get washed over. Write again. Love, Sean.”

Of course, Mom’s e-mail was both embarrassing and infuriating at the same time.

“Hi Sean, I have to say, the stuff we get from Angie is really something. She sent us pictures of you and your friends in the Chippendale costumes. How cute! Was that the tip of your little penis sticking out the leg of those short shorts? Again, how cute! I can’t wait to see more of it when you get home. My, you are handsome boys. Of course those brown penises, scrotums and butt cheeks are so attractive. I can’t wait to share you with my friends when you get home.

The other day I talked to Cindy’s mother. She is really enjoying the exploits of your summer. Apparently, she and Cindy look at the pics and videos together. She always mentions how impressed she is with the length of your little appendage. I told her I’d send you over to their house so she could look and touch when you get home.

Tony’s mom too. She wants to keep you naked when you visit there. I told her not to worry making you stay naked is a part of the follow-up program we agreed to when we signed you up for the camp. Not to worry she will make Tony stay naked too so you won’t feel to awkward (keep it to yourself, Tony doesn’t know what she’s planning for him). She always tells me she wishes she’d sent Tony to camp with you. Well, maybe next year.   Can’t wait to get you back home so I can hug and kiss the life out of you. Love, Mom.”

Now I don’t know what caught your attention from her e-mail but here’s what caught mine. First, the adult women were anxious to explore my bod. I mean these are mothers. They aren’t supposed to be so turned on by a twelve year old’s, package. I guess I can understand seeing naked kids could be cute to them, but this goes beyond that. But, what really caught my attention was the remark, “…Tony to camp with you. Well, maybe next year”. It almost suggests they were thinking of sending me back to Triangle next year. Let me be clear, it ain’t gonna happen. Once was enough and I won’t be coming back here. I did like that Tony would have to show his stuff publicly too after I got home. I wouldn’t dare tell him. I didn’t want him to have a head start in trying to negotiate a way out of it before I got home. Maybe when his mom got to play with my beans and frank, she’d be even more committed to sharing Tony’s. Hey, misery loves company!

Next item in my inbox was from Tony.

“Dude, WTF. What is that place where you did that dance? The guys are all laughing about it. You actually did a strip tease in public. What were you thinking? What’s with the bowtie? I gotta tell you, nobody is thinking about you being a wus, they have to admit you have balls to do that stuff. Then again we can see you have balls--LOL. Everybody on earth can see your balls and the rest of you as well. Man, your ass doesn’t have any tan lines. Your dick is brown (and always stiff). Didn’t know our dicks and balls could tan that way.

My Mom wants to get you to do that show here in our living room when you get back. She said you probably will be over being shy about getting naked so it won’t be a problem. Sure glad your parents didn’t call my Mom about the camp. I never want to go on that thing.

What in the hell were you doing sliding up and down some other boy’s front and backside. It looks like your dick went up his poop chute. Did it? What did that feel like? The guys from school just laughed and made jokes about ‘ol’ gay boy Sean fucking some other guy’. Later, Tony.”

I again had to defend my honor with my best friend.

“Tony, No I wasn’t fucking anyone. We were freezing our asses and other parts off from the cold and the girls made us warm each other doing those weird things with our bodies. I have to admit it was very cold going around the tip of South America and it was scary to have such rough waters in such a small boat. And no, nobody’s dick was ever up anybody’s ass. Make that clear to everyone. No, I’m not going gay, but I’m not sure about Joey (LOL).

The Captain insisted we go do a dance on the stage at this nasty club. The people there put money in our waistbands as we stripped. And, yes, as you could see from the tape we had to take everything except that band and the bowtie off. Some of those dirty old men really got into fingering our goods and even shoving their fingers up our asses, but they had to keep theirs in their pants.

Tell your Mom she’s seen my boy stuff many times over the years when I’ve stayed over at your house. Nothing has changed except the tan. So there’s nothing to see that she hasn’t seen before. Later, Sean.”

The last comment to Tony was true. His mother used to make us strip for bath a good hour or so before she sent us up to get it. She would call us outside sometimes during the intervening times to expose us to the general public should anybody come by. Sometimes, after we visited the woods or the park, she’d “inspect us for ticks” which included her lifting and examining our penises and moving our scrotums around. Most of the time the inspection would be done at a picnic table at a park pavilion in front of anyone who might be in the area. She also put sunscreen on our penises and testicles when we went to the beach. Just made us stand up in full view of everyone and pull down our suits. Never could understand why she put it on our goods. Our bathing suits protected those areas. But, she did. Up until we were nine she bathed each of us when I stayed at their house and sometimes would let Tony’s younger sister help do it. So her (or Sarah, Tony’s sister) seeing me naked and fondling my boy parts wasn’t anything new. Besides, if what Mom and Dad were hinting at awaited me, I doubt I’d be wearing anything on my future visits to anyone’s houses.

Next I opened Cindy’s e-mail.

“Dear Sweet Sean, The last set of photos and videos turned me on. What were you doing sliding up and down the other boy’s front and back? That looked kind of bad. You’ve got the cutest little butt for a boy. I just love looking at it, and your long boy thing, over and over. I really envy that Angie girl because she gets to look and more fun touch anything she wants. When you come home, can I? When some of the girls from school are over to watch the videos and look at the photos from Angie, Mom lets me make Simon (you know my eight year old brother) strip so we can play with his stuff after we watch the videos of you. I know he’s a little younger but I’m sure his peter won’t be as long as yours when he’s twelve. Do you think when you come home you could do that dance for me and my friends? We would love to watch you and Simon sliding up and down each other like you did on those clips Angie sent me. I’m sure Mom wouldn’t mind. Love ya’, Cindy.”

Now that was embarrassing, but the thought of doing those things was definitely keeping my boner stiff. Cindy and her girlfriends watching, touching and taking pictures of me nude was a bit arousing. Simon was a cute blond kid, but I wouldn’t relish sliding around on him. Actually the thought was a bit sickening. Would my parents allow it? I’m not sure. But I was pretty sure, after this summer, they’d allow Mrs. Chambers, Cindy’s mom, to make me stay naked when I was at her house especially if it was to amuse the girls. And, based on Mom’s e-mail, I was certain Mrs. Chambers would love to watch me do those things with her naked son.

It was then I realized this summer was changing everybody. No longer would my family, school, or neighborhood be the same. When I returned there wouldn’t be any secrets about my body. Everything was already fully out in the open. And, yes, I did find thinking about what might await my return very alarming.

When I returned below deck, Kathy grabbed my penis and testicles. She immediately pulled the shaft hard something she did to Jake frequently. “Just checking for stiffness.” And, then she laughed. All of the girls (keepers) were becoming more cynical like Julie.

“You know what I want for a memento of our trip?” Julie announced as we were all milling around.

“What?” Bethany asked.

“I want videos of each of these boys getting their asses totally destroyed by my belt. I mean I want someone to just video me beating the holy hell of each of them. Maybe even some front whipping too.”

We boys just looked at each other. That was a scary pronouncement from a girl who was just mean enough to do it. If she got with Stoddard that would definitely become a reality. They’d find a reason for it.

She continued, “You know all the times I wanted to beat Sean and Joey and Miss Stoddard would say we had to keep their asses free of marks for shows and things like that? Well, I wonder if there will be a time when we don’t have to worry about marks. Then I’ll be happy to do it. Angie, would you record it?”

Angie timidly answered, “I guess so.”

“Hey Sean, what do you think about that?” The bitch was mean.

“I don’t like the idea. Quit being such a mean ass, Julie.” I was really skating on thin ice talking to her like that.

“How about you, Joey? You haven’t been as mouthy lately. Maybe a good beating would keep it that way.”

I held my breath for Joey’s reply. He could really blow this one if he wasn’t careful.

“Leave me alone, Julie. You’re a piece of work. Just leave me alone.”

I couldn’t believe it. Joey had mellowed. I think that was one of the guaranteed outcomes of the camp. You know males becoming subservient to the females. In a way, I’d have liked the old direct angry response that was Joey’s signature.

She continued, “Geeezzz Joey you’re no fun anymore. I thought you’d blow it. Speaking of blow it, give Sean a blow job.   You suck and blow him until he does that little ass thing. You know when he pushes his dick down your throat and his ass pushes up off the rack.”

“Leave me alone, Julie. What part of that didn’t you get?”

If Stoddard had been there, Joey would have gotten his ass beaten and he’d have to service my dick. But she wasn’t there. Julie did have a belt and she swung it catching Joey on his upper thigh. “I said get Sean’s dick in your mouth. If you don’t, I’ll get Stoddard and you’ll pay bigtime, Hotshot!”

There was no doubt Stoddard would side with the little bitch.

“Sean, get over here. You know what, Jake and George you come here too. We’ll let old Joey here do all of you.”

We all approached timidly. You could tell by the looks on our faces that we didn’t want to do it. She lined us up facing Joey who was livid. I was scared he was going to come unglued and beat the shit out of Julie, not that any of us would have minded if he did.

“Open your mouth, Joey,” she demanded and he surprisingly complied.

I was first in line and she pulled me by the arm right up to Joey’s face. “Put it in there, Sean.” I hesitated and she slapped my ass. “I said, put it in there.” I noticed Kathy was taking the video. “I hope you choke on it Joey. Sean’s should go all the way to your stomach. All the way, Sean.”

I tightened up and pushed in to the base of my penis. Joey choked as my glans passed the back of his throat.

“Sean wrap your hands around his ass and put each of your index fingers in his hole.” He complied again. As he tried to push his fingers in my anus, it hurt. He had to stretch it to fit both in at the same time. What really hurt though was that they’d broken Joey. Oh sure the old boy was obnoxious and rebellious, but now he was nothing but a whimp. Where was his fight?

“Ump, ow!” It really hurt to have both fingers stuffed up there when one was hard enough to take.

“Now, start sucking.” She slapped his bare ass again.   He sucked and blew and licked and slid my phallus up and down his throat. Then it happened. I grabbed his head and pulled him toward my crotch as my hips thrust forward in a dry orgasm.

“Oh yes!” the little bitch acknowledged. “Sean did it feel good?”

“I guess so.”

“You can unplug. Jake you’re next. Put it in there, boy.”

As Jake inserted his boner in Joey’s mouth, I wondered whether I too had been broken in ways that I wasn’t aware of. It was pathetic watching Joey do things that were unimaginable for him weeks earlier. I really needed time to talk to him alone. I wanted to save him from the ruthlessness of these rogue females.

After finishing with George, Joey just went to his bunk and stretched out staring blankly at the overhead. It was scary. I was tempted to get Stoddard or the Captain to check on him, but I knew they’d be just pleased as they could be if they’d destroyed my friend. Jake tried to get him out of it, “Hey, Joey let’s go above deck and do some fishing.” Joey just said, “Naw, you guys go ahead.” And he rolled over facing away from us.

That night we were out on deck and I had the chance I was looking for to talk with Joey. “Hey, you all right?”

“Yeah.”

“What the fuck were you doing today? I mean you let Julie bully you into some weird things.”

“Hey what good would it do to fight it? She’d get Stoddard and then I’d get my ass torn up and still have to do what the little shit wanted me to do. We can’t win. You know that. Besides, my mother e-mailed me. She likes what they’re doing to us. What the hell kind of parent would like what’s happening here?”

“I know what you mean. My Mom and Dad are going to make me stay nude even after I get home. They said everyone knows what I look like now, so what’s to hide? I just worry about the invitation they are extending to everyone to touch what they see as much as they’d like. Cindy, this girl from school, wants to get her hands on my stuff. She said so in an e-mail. Guess it could be worse, but her Mom and her girlfriends want to too.”

He shared the thought, “Yeah, my Mom hinted that I’d be nude at home too. She said she’d be beating me with a belt like they do on the cruise anytime I gave her a hard time. I mean what’s the use. You can’t fight it. It’s going to happen whether we want it to or not.”

“You sucked our cocks without a fight. That’s just not you.” Then I tried to make him smile, “You aren’t turning gay or somethin’?”

It worked, “I don’t think so. Here let me taste your dickhead again just to be sure.” He punched my arm. It was a very promising gesture. “No seriously, let me lick your ball sack for you.” I returned the punch and laughed. He wasn’t kidding though. He rolled onto his side and licked my balls and kissed my glans. “How’s that?”

“You are! You’re turning gay!”

He grabbed my wiener and pushed the tip of his tongue into the urethral opening. When he came up for air he said, “Naw. I don’t know what I am. I do like playing with you guys’ stuff and all. But I think I’m just interested in comparing. I mean shit yours is what three feet long when it’s hard. I just figured if I didn’t mind doing it, I’d take the wind out of the little bitch by not complaining. It had to have taken away some of her fun.”

I was a bit relieved that he wasn’t going off the deep end, but I was perplexed by his answers too. I did like that he took the wind out of Julie’s sails by just complying. I think he was right by not fighting it. Without a fight, her whole power structure was rocked.

One interesting thing seemed to be happening. The girls weren’t as into fondling us like they had been those first few weeks. Georgie and I thought maybe it was because they were getting used to us. I wasn’t sure, but even Angie who had been laid back about feeling our goods from the beginning, I think because she had brothers, was noticeably more interested in making us embarrassed and humiliated than feeling our junk. That said they still seemed to enjoy barking orders for us to service one another. Another observation is they were talking more about beating our asses with the strap than showing interest in our dicks, balls, or butt holes.   Even Stoddard was apparently mellowing around her naked charges. One hold out was Kathy who still grabbed our dicks and balls to try to hurt us and often did bring us to our knees.

We continued up the western coast of South America. Stops were made at places we’d never heard about—Valdivia, San Antonio and Iquique, Chile and Huacho and Talara, Peru. Temperatures began to warm up as we went up the coast of Chile. There was some kind of desert up in the northern part. I forgot what Captain Carolyn called it, but when you’re nude all the time the warm air and warming (but still very chilly) sea water makes things a whole lot better.

For almost two weeks, no shows, schools, or organized visits to places of interest were conducted. Oh sure, we were used as pack horses on trips to buy provisions. We had to carry stuff they purchased from town centers to the boat, and we had to do so naked, but we pretty much stayed within a few blocks of the dock. I’m sure the girls and Stoddard were a bit disappointed because the folks who lived in those places didn’t seem too intrigued with young boys parading around naked. The boys in those areas often were seen diving from rocks and swimming nude so our nudity was taken in stride. Even our circumcised appendages brought little attention.   Usually it was a native boy who showed interest in our penises. They’d feel us and explore our boy parts, but more out of curiosity and to compare than to fondle us. Yes, there were some older boys and girls, men and women who wanted more than a look, but they were few and far between. Tourists in those areas did take a lot of photos even some occasional selfies of them with us. Of course the resulting image always included our hardened members in the composition.

This slowdown in our program gave the four of us some pause. We all had a sense that either we were finally used to exhibiting our bodies or something had to be up. But what was next? And, in the back of my mind, what was the surprise Stoddard and the Captain had planned for us in Panama?

(The End)