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He had been provided with a spacious cabin, which was serviced everyday with
clean sheets and towels. He had noticed that as toiletries ran out, they were
automatically replaced. His own clothes had been returned to him, washed and
pressed as well as an extra uniform, drawers full of clean underwear and socks
and two extra pairs of deck shoes. His immediate superior was a girl named
Gillian, who ran the small galley. Their responsibilities consisted of providing
drinks and a variety of sandwiches and hor's deuvres to the ships crew. Peter
thought that Gillian was an excellent person to work for. She was kind and
laughed a lot and had Peter feeling quite at ease. Her good looks matched those
of the rest of the girls that Peter had met. He had never seen so many pretty
girls before and could not help blushing sometimes as he served their drinks.
His only embarrassing moment had been afternoon, meeting the young medical
secretary as was serving canapes in the officer's mess. He had blushed
profusely, avoiding her gaze as he had served her drink. The recollection of his
treatment within the medical centre was an all too vivid and embarrassing memory
for him. Nikki had smiled to herself as the blushing boy served her drink. If
only he knew, she had thought to herself. Peter still had no idea that he was
the only male on board ship.
The Captain had ensured that, after Peter's initial embarrassing introduction to
the Sobsel, his life aboard ship appeared normal. He had taken up his duties as
cabin boy under the supervision of Andrea, the chief stewardess. His duties
consisted mainly of serving drinks to the ships officers while they were off
duty and helping with the preparation of the owner's stateroom. As they sailed
south he had been left to carry out his duties without hindrance and indeed his
life aboard the Sobsel suited Peter down to the ground.
It was Saturday morning as they neared the private Sicilian port. The crew had
readied the staterooms ready for the owner's embarkation and had been told to
muster for inspection at 0:800 hours. Peter had left his cabin early and had
made his way to the rear deck. "Come along Peter, I am glad you are early I want
to have a good look at you." He turned towards the captain, his face already
blushing as she looked at him. "My, you do look smart in your uniform" Veronica
almost cooed as the young boy stood before her. She noted that his hair was
brushed to a shine and that his uniform was crisp and new. "I must compliment
you on your appearance. I am sorry that I have not had time to see you since
your interview, but as you are aware there has been a lot of preparation to take
care of." Peter blushed again, as the captain once more looked him up and down.
He was aware, not only of her interested gaze, but also of the other girls who
were gathering on the deck. Beautiful girls had always overawed him and now he
seemed to be the centre of their attention. He looked a round to see that the
deck was filling up with the female crew of the Sobsel. He had become aware that
there were no male personnel with duties on the upper decks, but was still
unaware that he was the only male in the entire crew.
Peter stood awkwardly as Veronica moved closer to him, her perfume and close
proximity causing him to blush profusely. "Just turn your head Peter, I want to
look in your ears." Peter was nonplussed as her gentle fingers held his head,
turning it one way then the other. He could not help look around as she let him
go. His face was burning with embarrassment as he saw some of the officers
smiling at him. "You have obviously been very thorough in your toilet, why don't
you go and see Andrea over there and she will show you where to line up for the
welcome inspection." Veronica smiled as she turned away, wondering what her
employer would think to her new acquisition to the crew; after all it was her
employer's orders that had prompted her search for someone like Peter!
Kate watched her two daughters as they exited the back seat of the Bentley
Turbo. At sixteen years old the twins were already six inches taller than she
was. The two girls stood side by side, their perfect bodies appearing slim and
lithe, as they opened the door for their mother. They were the product of a
short two-year marriage between their mother and a French industrialist. Kate's
divorce had been quiet, reasonably amiable and most importantly unpublicised.
Although the marriage had been a failure, Kate had no regrets. Two beautiful
daughters and one point seven billion pounds sterling had been ample
compensation for her brief spell of unhappiness. It had been the time of her
marriage that had shown Kate that she liked women better than men. At the same
time she had also discovered that she enjoyed wielding a cane.
She smiled as she remembered her husband walking into the bedroom on that
Tuesday afternoon, his face an expression of incredulity as he saw his wife with
her cane raised above the naked buttocks of one of their young maids. Kate often
laughed at the thought that she might have explained the incident away as
overzealous discipline had it not been for the large black dildo's that were
protruding from the maids bottom and freshly shaven pussy.
Kate's daughters had grown up in a style, which few are privileged to. From the
inevitable 'Norland' nanny right through to the finishing school in Geneva the
girls had matured far beyond their years, Money had given them an insight to
life that was far beyond the scope of everyone but a select few. They had
inherited not only the wealth but also the beauty of their mother. Slim and
lithe with perfect features they exuded a sensuality belying their years. Their
morality was also on a different plane to that of other mortals.
Kate had felt surprised and yet fatalistic when she had found them at fourteen
years old, naked and unashamedly lying on her bed with their heads between each
other's thighs. She had watched them as they licked and nibbled, their bodies
stiffening as they both climaxed simultaneously. Issolde had merely raised her
head from between her sister's thighs and looked at her mother. "This is O.K.
for now mother, but you will have to find us a boy soon." Kate had been too
shocked to speak as Anthea raised her head and drawled lazily "Yes mother... and
one with a big cock."
Kate realised that sooner or later a scandal would be inevitable. She
eventually, with the help of a friend and confident, found the perfect solution;
a way of isolating the twins until they were more mature and the provision of an
environment where they could indulge their pleasures (and she. her own) without
fear of discovery. The 'Sobsel' had proved to be an inspiration and with the
careful selection and reselection of her crew, Kate had managed to solve her
dilemma. Kate's friend, who was the ex-wife of a Singapore shipping magnate, had
helped choose a suitable vessel and together they had scoured the world for a
suitable crew. Kate had repaid her friend with one single gift.... that of the
previous cabin boy!
Kate smiled as she boarded the ship, watching her daughters running up the
gangplank before her. She could see that the girls were in deep conversation
with Veronica as she walked on to the deck. She joined the group and was pleased
to see that Veronica had had the good sense to tell the girls not to be obvious.
"If you can wait a day or two, my little carnivores before you begin your
seduction, I will see that you are properly introduced... so don't go and jump
the gun."
Both Kate and the girls laughed as the Captain good-naturedly admonished the
girls. Veronica leaned toward Kate and kissed her on both cheeks before leading
her over to the assembled crew. The twins followed their mother as Kate walked
down the line of girls who were waiting to greet her. She stopped and chatted
occasionally as she walked down the line. She could see the new cabin boy who
was stood nearly at the end of the smartly assembled crew. She turned and
whispered something to Issolde and Anthea before continuing. When the small
entourage eventually reached Peter, Veronica briefly introduced him as the new
cabin boy. Deliberately they moved on without hesitation, the twins carefully
avoiding looking at him directly as they passed by. Kate walked straight on and
into the 'Salon de The' and through to the owner's stateroom.
Peter had blushed as the girls walked by, although he had looked straight ahead
as he had been instructed to do by the bosun, he could not help feeling
embarrassed at the sheer beauty of the two girls as they passed in front of him.
Veronica walked back from the salon and addressed the crew. I would like to get
underway as soon as possible, so if you will all go back to your posts I will be
most grateful. Thank you all for attending."
Peter followed Gillian back to the Galley and set to work. It was almost an hour
later when he felt the gentle vibration of the ship as she headed out to open
sea under full power. Life on board for Peter did not change. He saw nothing of
the owners since their embarkation and as they cruised south the ship settled to
a 'half ahead' cruising speed. The weather grew hotter and the small galley was
busier than usual during the afternoons, serving cooling drinks to the crew in
various stations throughout the ship.
It was a call from the aft deck that interrupted Peter's regular routine.
Gillian took the call and after preparing a large tray of drinks asked Peter to
take them to the aft outer deck C. Peter picked up the tray and smiled at
Gillian. It was always usual for her to smile back at him, but on this occasion
she seemed rather worried. With no more thought Peter took the silver drinks
tray and arrived a few moments later at the large metal sea door that entranced
the aft deck. He looked at the paper notice, which had been taped on the door.
The notice read; "Please Knock Before Entering". Peter put down the tray and
knocked on the heavy metal door and waited. He looked down at the calm sea
feeling the cooling breeze as he leaned over the rail. He waited for a few
moments longer and then knocked once more. The heavy metal sea door hurt his
knuckles as he continued knocking. He began to wonder what to do. There was no
sound from beyond the door so he opened it a few inches and called. "I have
drinks from the galley... is anybody here." Peter was puzzled as he opened the
door further. He could not sea any further than a neatly stacked pile of deck
chairs. He picked up the tray and moved on, through the sea door and onto the
deck. He called once more as he turned the corner to the deck concourse. As he
turned the corner he groaned inwardly and looked upon the scene in horror and
pure embarrassment. Before him were sun lounges and deck chairs on which were a
dozen or so members of the crew sunbathing. Some were completely naked; others
had towels draped over their hips. The girl who was sat nearest to him was
wearing a small bikini, her breasts thrusting towards him as she stood up.
"WHAT on earth do you think you are doing young man, put that tray down and get
out of here immediately. Peter blushed a bright red, utterly confused and
embarrassed as he placed the tray on the floor of the deck. He could not help
looking at her as she stood with her long legs apart and her hands on her hips.
He turned quickly and hurried back through the sea door, closing it behind him.
His thoughts were in turmoil as he almost ran back to the galley.
Gillian looked at him as he entered, his face was bright red and he was
breathing heavily. She knew something must have happened and had thought it
strange earlier when the request for drinks had been followed by the girl on the
phone saying; "Tell the cabin boy to fetch them up immediately"
"What happed Peter?" Gillian looked worried as she placed her hand under Peter's
chin and lifted his head, looking him in the eye. "I'm sorry miss, I didn't
know.... Erm I knocked... er... twice and there was no reply... er then miss...
I opened the door and shouted... and I'm sorry miss... er I went in ... er and
they were...er sunbathing..er miss... I didn't mean to go in... please miss...
it just er happened."
The telephone did not give Gillian time to answer the boy. She took the handset
from the wall and after listening for a few moments replied to the caller. "Yes
I will tell him."
She turned to Peter, her face serious and concerned. "I am sorry Peter you are
to attend the bosun's session. 7am tomorrow morning. You will have to explain to
her what happened. The only advice I can give you is to speak the truth and keep
it simple." Gillian shook her head in resignation. "Try not to worry Peter, I
know you didn't mean to walk in, let's forget it for now and fill the rest of
these orders that came in while you were away." During the afternoon Peter
thought little about the incident and filled his mind with preparing and
delivering drinks and making sandwiches.
That night as Peter lay in his cabin, he contemplated his appointment with the
bosun. He knew he had not intentionally done anything wrong and made up his mind
that he would say so in the morning. He fell asleep to the gentle sway of the
ship as it headed further south towards Alexandria and Port Said to leave the
Mediterranean and enter the Red Sea via the Suez Canal.
Peter was surprised as he entered the large spacious cabin. He had expected to
see only the bosun; instead he stood facing a desk behind which was seated five
ship's officers. The two duty guards, that had met him at the door and escorted
him in, stood behind him. To his right a young secretary sat at a stainless
steel office desk. She was busily typing into a word processor. She looked up at
him, her pretty face showing no expression. To his right Peter was even more
surprised to see the girl that had confronted him and also his immediate
superior, Gillian. He looked at her quickly before facing forward; he thought he
detected a glimmer of sympathy in her eyes. The Bosun, who was sat with two
officers either side of her quickly looked up at him and began to read from a
charge sheet. "Peter you have been charged with gross insubordination and
disrespect for the officers of this ship. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Peter blushed, but remained standing straight. He looked at the Bosun and
surprised himself by speaking clearly and without a tremor in his voice. I am
sorry madam; I knocked twice... the second time for ten knocks. I opened the
door enough to shout, but there was no reply. I then opened the door to look in
but could not see anyone. I took the drinks tray in. I had no idea that the...
er ladies would be undressed."
Miranda looked at Gillian. "Has his work been satisfactory?" Gillian replied
immediately. "Oh yes miss, he is the best and most conscientious assistant I
have had. He has never made a mistake since he started." Miranda smiled and
thanked Gillian with a curt nod. Gillian was acutely aware of the last time she
had met Miranda under official circumstances.
Peter looked at Gillian, longing to thank her for her words of praise. He stood
straight as the bosun looked up at him, her expression not unkindly as she spoke
softly to him "I am sorry Peter, but you have caused untold embarrassment to the
ships officers. You could have gone to any of the ship's telephones, which are
all along the walkway and called. I don't think you were absolutely deliberate,
but you did stand and stare at them for quite some time, did you not?"
Peter hung his head. "I am so sorry miss, I just didn't think." The bosun looked
up at him and smiled. "Being sorry is just not enough. What we are here for is
to make sure that you are repentant and to teach you not to do such a thing
again." She held her hand up before he could reply and looked across at the girl
who had confronted Peter. What would you have me do to him Roslyn? How strongly
do the rest of your officers feel about this?"
Roslyn looked across at Peter, her face showing no expression as she read from a
piece of paper. The officers think that he should be made to feel as they felt,
humiliated and embarrassed. Most of the girls were naked and had no alternative
than to be stared at by this young man. Therefore we suggest that Peter be made
to serve drinks for one complete duty without his clothes, for him to see what
it feels like to be stared at while naked."
Peter looked at her, his face shocked. He turned to the bosun as if to protest.
Once more she raised her hand to silence him. She turned back to Roslyn and
spoke quietly. "Is that it, one complete duty without clothes of any kind?"
Roslyn looked Peter straight in the eye while she replied to the Bosun. "Yes
Maam, that is it... one duty while he is stark naked."
Peter blushed profusely, looking at Gillian as if for help. Gillian looked at
him, her eyes showing deep sympathy for him, but she did not speak. He could
only blush even more profusely as one of the young girls, who was seated next to
Miranda turned to her and spoke, seemingly ignoring the blushing boy. Surely he
will have to be shaved, I mean we can't have him serving food and drinks... er
if you know what I mean. The Bosun looked at her and smiled. "I am sure the
medical centre will be able to sort out any hygiene problems."
She turned to Peter. "I am awarding you the punishment of one duty without
clothes, which will be followed by the Captains four." She held up her hand once
more before he could protest. " Do not reply Peter... now about turn and off you
go." Peter's face was a deep crimson as he turned and left the bosun's cabin. He
was trembling at the thought of what was to happen to him as two duty guards
followed him out and then took his arms and marched him along the corridor
towards the medical centre. Peter had been so taken aback with his sentence; he
had not dared to ask the Bosun what a Captains four meant.
Peter felt his stomach lurch in dread as he was marched into the medical centre.
To his abject dismay and embarrassment he saw that the girl behind the desk was
the same girl that had humiliated him so cruelly at his medical examination.
Nicki looked up from her desk, she had already had a phone call from Miranda and
had alerted the nurses as to the kind of preparation that was required. She
smiled to herself as she looked at the trembling boy in front of her. The duty
guards were holding his arms as they turned him to face her. She noted with
delight that his face was already suffused in a red blush. "Well Peter it seems
you have been a naughty boy, you will find that we don't suffer naughty boys
lightly aboard this ship." She turned to the duty guards, noting their smiles of
pleasure as she instructed them. Strip off all his clothing and have him stand
in front of my desk." She turned to the guards. "You can leave his clothes on
that chair, I will have them sent to his cabin as he won't be needing them again
today."
Peter blushed and lowered his head in shame. He felt utterly helpless as the
pretty duty guards turned towards him. One started to undo the buttons of his
tunic, while the other quickly bent down and undid the laces of his deck shoes.
"Come along, stand straight now." The first guard admonished him as she pulled
his tunic from his shoulders and down over his arms. "Right now hands above your
head, there's a good boy." Peter could not believe his predicament as the guard
pulled his tee shirt over his head. He was trembling visibly as the second guard
raised each foot in turn and divested him of his shoes and socks, before
reaching for the waistband of his trousers.
"Now keep still." She said as she undid his belt and unzipped his fly. Deftly
she pulled his trousers to his knees and then down to his ankles, before lifting
each foot out of the garment. Savouring the moment of his utter embarrassment,
she hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of his shorts and without
preamble quickly pulled them down to his knees. Her head was only inches from
his penis as she lowered his shorts the rest of the way and lifted his feet out
of them. Peter was shaking from head to toe as the girls stood up and placed his
clothes on the chair before once more holding him by the arms. Nicki stepped
forward and immediately reached out her hand to take hold of his penis and
testicles. "Well all this hair has to go young man." She squeezed gently,
feeling the first throb of an erection as she pulled his genitals forward and
pinched the end of his penis with her other hand. "I see are still quite unable
to control yourself, no wonder you were caught as a peeping Tom!" Peter
stammered but was unable to form an answer.
"Have you been to the toilet this morning?" Nicki looked him straight in the eye
as she asked the question. She squeezed his testicles as he hesitated to answer.
"Err er yes miss," He managed to stammer as she held his penis firmly. "Good
then perhaps we might be able to get away with only two enemas instead of
three." Nicki looked at him, noting his utter humiliation. "Well we will let the
nurses look after you for a while." She nodded to the guards. "You can take him
trough to the examination rooms, you had better stay with him as technically he
is under arrest." Nicki was well aware that it was unnecessary but she felt sure
that the pretty young duty guards would enjoy the experience.
Peter was led, stumbling with embarrassment, through the doors to the
examination room. He was blushing profusely as the nurses took him from the
guards. Both Marie and Simone were looking forward to their task. They knew
exactly the effect that they were having on the boy as they looked him up and
down. Marie took his arm and gently led him forward until she could sit down on
one of the chrome chairs. "Now Peter stand with your legs well apart and your
hands on your head, there's a good boy." She placed her hands on his hips, her
delicate fingers moving up to his waist and then down over his tummy. Watching
his expression, she placed her hand between his legs and cupped his testicles.
"Try and keep still, that's the way." She saw his penis begin to engorge as she
traced her other hand up between his thighs. "You don't have much hair at all
Peter, so it shouldn't take us long.. Turn around and bend over and touch your
toes, so that I can see between you bottom cheeks." Marie knew that her words
would cause the boy further embarrassment and that he would also have to face
the two duty guards as well as Simone. Blushing profusely Peter turned around
and dropped his hands. He bent over quickly to avoid the gaze of the guards and
nurse, he was well aware that his penis had started to erect. He felt utterly
humiliated as he felt Marie gently part the cheeks of his bottom, gasping as her
finger teased the puckered star of his sphincter. After kneading the flesh of
his buttocks, she slapped him gently on the bottom, hearing him gasp in anguish
and embarrassment. "Right up you get young man, we might as well get started."
As Peter stood up he clasped his hands over his groin, vainly trying to hide is
penis as the girls looked at him once more. Simone moved forward and joined
Marie in taking hold of the boy. "Come along Peter lets get your legs spread so
we can shave you."
Their gentle touches compounding his utter humiliations as they laid him down
upon the examination table. He gasped as they spread his legs wide apart and
fastened them in the stirrups. He could not help but groan with humiliation as
they bent his legs back so that his bottom no longer touched the rubber surface
of the examination table. The taller nurse placed a supporting pad under the
small of his back and then continued to move the stirrups back until his thighs
were placed in a wide vee, with his knees splayed apart either side of his
chest.
Gasps and moans escaped Peter's lips as the nurses manhandled him. He felt one
of the nurses lift his testicles and penis away from his body as shaving foam
was applied all around his genitals. "There now Peter you lie there quietly
while we shave you, there's a good boy." Peter was barely able to move his lips;
such was his embarrassment at the hands of the two nurses. He moaned in anguish
as his bottom cheeks were gently prised apart and a soft bristled brush was
thrust between the parted flesh. Their soft touches and intimate caresses made
Peter erect violently. To his utter shame he felt the nurse take hold of his
penis, which was standing up straight from his body. She deliberately pulled the
foreskin back until the flesh was stretched tight. "My you are tense Peter, try
and relax while we shave you." She patted his penis before taking it in a firmer
grip and pulling it back while she shaved the pubic hair between his penis and
lower stomach. The nurses worked diligently, soaping then shaving until he was
completely denuded of hair around his genitals and between the cheeks his
bottom. He moaned once more as one of the nurses held his erect penis tightly
and pulled the foreskin up over the glans while she shaved around the base of
the turgid flesh.
Peter could not believe how naked and sensitive he felt now that his pubic area
had been shaved. He blushed as he looked down at his naked groin and blushed
profusely.
They washed him thoroughly, ignoring his moans as they placed a hot towel over
his genitals. There's a good boy, now we are just going to shave under you arms,
so stretch your hands out above your head there's a good boy and we'll soon have
you finished." Peter was aware of the nurse's soft breasts pressing against his
chest as she leaned over him and began to apply soap to his armpits. Peter
closed his eyes in shame as the nurses shaved him, acutely aware of his
helplessness and humiliation. He felt the nurses wash beneath his arms and then
leave him. It was a few minutes later that he opened his eyes in shock as he
felt the cheeks of his bottom being prised apart. He looked down between his
widely parted thighs to see the nurse smear lubricant on to her gloved hand.
"Just relax your bottom Peter, I won't hurt you, I am just going to loosen you
up a little."
Peter gasped out loud as he felt the pressure of her finger against his
sphincter. He felt completely powerless to resist as she probed against the
sensitive opening. He could not help grunting loudly as she deftly slid her
finger up inside his bottom. "Argghh... miss" He moaned as she probed deep
inside of him, her finger brushing over the prostate gland as she lubricated him
thoroughly. Peter could not contain his embarrassment as the second nurse lifted
the towel from over his genitals and gently cupped his testicles in the palm of
her hand, lifting them upwards as Marie quickly removed her finger from his
bottom and inserted the nozzle of the enema up into his anus.
He groaned audibly as he felt the tube slide higher. He could not contain his
anguish as the nurse inflated the bulb inside his sphincter, watching him jerk
his hips as the pressure increased. "There now, just a few more squeezes and I
will start the water." Peter shook his head from side to side as the water began
to flow inside him, acutely aware of the young nurse squeezing his testicles
gently as the water began to fill him. He closed his eyes, only to open them
again as soft hands stroked over his flesh. He looked up to see one of the duty
officers bending over him and stroking her hand over his chest and tummy. Her
face was close to his as she whispered to him "Be a brave boy now and it will
soon be over." She bent her head lower and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
Peter felt his stomach filling up as the girls caressed him. His vulnerability
was amplified when the second guard casually placed her hand on his knee and
then with her other hand tapped the tip of his penis. "Do boys always have an
erection when they are being given an enema?" She asked Simone sweetly. "Some
do, but I think Peter's testicles are very full so I should imagine he is quite
sensitive."
Peter moaned with embarrassment as the girls talked about him, acutely aware of
the four pairs of hands that were now caressing and stroking his body.
"I think he is full enough now, lets help him to the toilet basin and Simone can
prepare the next one." Peter moaned at the thought of a further enema and at the
embarrassment of his erection as the girls helped him to the toilet. He was
mortified as they sat him down with his erection sticking out in front of him
and further embarrassed as Marie moved his penis to the side and deflated the
nozzle. The effect was immediate, water rushed into the toilet bowl as the
nozzle was deflated. They waited a few moments and then helped him from the
seat. To his horror, Marie looked into the toilet bowl before flushing it. "You
have obviously visited the loo this morning, so you will only need a small
rinsing enema. And then we will give you a nice warm bath." Peter groaned again
at the thought of being bathed by the pretty nurses.
Both the duty officers and Marie helped Peter back up on to the examination
table. This time they manoeuvred him on to his hands and knees. Marie caressed
the back of his neck as she whispered to him. "Now then young man, down on to
your elbows so your bottom is nice and high and turn your head towards me,
there's a good boy." Peter blushed once more; his face was bright crimson as he
felt Simone gently part the cheeks of his bottom. This time she was bolder and
inserted her lubricated finger straight up into his bottom with a practiced
ease. "Oops there we are, just relax now." Her words belied her actions as Marie
handed her the large Higginson syringe. Peter almost yelped as Simone quickly
withdrew her finger and inserted the bulbous nozzle of the syringe. "Hold him
tight would you!" She addressed Marie and the duty officers as she took hold of
the plunger. The guards and the nurses watched, gripping the boy tightly as
Simone pressed the plunger with a fluid motion. Peter tried to rear up as the
jet of water invaded his insides. "Arggghhhh... Ooooohhh." He could not help his
groans as the entire contents of the syringe were emptied into him. "There,
there." Marie cooed as she bent her head close to his anguished face. "It's all
over now, just stay like you are for a moment and then we will let you
evacuate."
Once more Peter was led to the toilet, his erect penis flapping from side to
side as they walked him. This time Simone held a gauze pad hard up against his
sphincter. He was utterly humiliated as they stood and watched him, his shame
amplified by his freshly shaven pubic area. Peter looked up at the three girls
and then quickly bowed his head in shame. Marie bent over him and placed her
hand flat against his tummy. "Let it all go, there, that's the way." Peter
blushed once more, as Marie pressed hard against his stomach. The water left his
body in one huge jet, leaving him feeling utterly drained.
"My you are a good boy, just lift up a little so I can see between your legs."
Peter blushed as Marie examined the contents of the bowl. She observed that only
clear water had been passed this time and so took the boy's arm. "Come along
young man, there is a nice soapy bath waiting for you."
Peter was led to the bath and allowed to sit in the water while the nurses
busied themselves with fetching warm towels. His genitals felt so sensitive as
he sat down in the water, he could even feel the small bubbles against his
smoothly shaven skin. Peter was dismayed to see that the duty officers had
stayed with him and were stood over the bath looking at him. He placed his hands
over his groin and pressed his knees together in shame as the two girls
continued watching him. Marie and Simone placed towels next to the bath and
gestured for Peter to stand up. He looked shamefaced as he tried to stand up
while still holding one hand over his groin. He was even more mollified as Marie
spoke to the duty officers." I was wondering whether you two might like to bathe
him while we get on with some of our work. The soap is on the stand and if you
take your tunic tops off I will fetch a couple of aprons." Peter could hardly
believe his ears, he looked up as the two duty officers looked at Marie and
nodded agreement. "We might as well, as we have to stay with the boy until he is
delivered back to the galley."
Marie smiled at them, knowing full well that they would be delighted to get
their hands on him. Simone will fetch your aprons, so I will leave you to it."
Peter stood trembling as the two girls looked at him; he clasped his hands
tighter to his groin and blushed profusely. The duty guards undid the buttons of
their uniforms and took them off. Both of the girls were wearing thin white
cotton T-shirts, which clearly showed every contour of their young breasts.
Neither of them was wearing a bra and their nipples were plainly visible through
the fine material. Peter blushed as he looked at the girls, he was shivering not
from cold but from the utter humiliation he was feeling. He watched as Simone
handed them their rubber aprons, which they tied around their slim waists.
Simone spoke directly to Peter. "Right young man, hands on your head and legs
apart there's a good boy." Peter blushed, his cheeks turning a deep crimson
colour as he reluctantly took his hands away from his groin and placed them on
his head. "Legs nice and wide now." Admonished Simone as the trembling boy
struggled to obey her. "That's the way Peter." Simone turned to the two girls
who had each taken a bar of soap from the stand beside the bath. I have to warn
you girls that young boys are liable to ejaculate when their penises are washed.
If that should happen, you will have to make sure that he is cleaned thoroughly
before you dry him off. Oh and don't forget to wash him right inside his bottom.
He has been cleaned thoroughly so I don't think there is any need for gloves."
Peter stood trembling, his humiliation almost complete as both of the duty
officers turned towards him. He shivered at their first touch as they dipped the
soap in the water and proceeded to wash his legs. "Stand up straight now,
shoulders back." The smaller of the two girls spoke to him as they continued
washing his legs, their hands moving further and further upwards. They seemingly
ignored his genitals, instead applying a rich lather to his chest. Their
delicate touch played havoc with his senses as they gently soaped his shoulders
and then leaning forward, soaped his back and over his bottom. "Right now young
man turn to the side and keep those feet apart." No sooner had he moved than the
first girl took a firm hold of his penis and lifted it while she applied soap
between his legs. He jerked his body with the acute sensation of her fingers
against his smooth and naked skin. They smiled at each other as the taller girl,
carefully slipped her soapy hand between the boy's buttocks and began to tease
the sensitive flesh of his sphincter with her fingertip. As if on cue, Peter
felt his penis being pulled forward and his testicles being squeezed, while at
the same time as soapy finger was inserted right up into his bottom.
"Argggggghhh... " He moaned as his testicles were squeezed harder and his the
foreskin of his penis was pulled back tightly, revealing the sensitive rim of
the glans. "argghh." He moaned again as the second girl pushed her finger
further up into his bottom, finding the soft flesh of his prostate glans. "There
that's the way Peter, just relax your bottom for me so that I can get at your
properly." Peter was trembling from head to foot, as the girl encircled his
penis with her fingers and proceeded to move her hand up and down the shaft in a
pumping motion. He knew that is orgasm was imminent as the two girls continued
soaping and manipulating him, seemingly oblivious to his plight.
Suddenly Peter began to ejaculate, his penis pumping a stream of semen into the
bath water. The girls watched in delight, their fingers busily manipulating the
boy to a frenzy. "Argggggghh." Peter gasped as he climaxed "ppp...pleeeaaase
miss." He could not form the words as his penis was pumped mercilessly and his
bottom was invaded by a myriad of sensations. "There's a good boy, don't
worry... it's been a trying morning for you." The duty officer's softly spoken
words seem to enflame Peter all the more as she pumped his penis mercilessly.
"There, there Peter, we will clean you up and then dry you off, try and calm
down a little bit, there's a good boy." Peter was almost in tears with the
sensation of it all as, a few moments later; they helped him from the bath and
gently dried him before wrapping a large fluffy towel around him.
He was taken still wrapped in the towel back into the reception area, where
Nicki stood waiting. She turned to the two duty officers who, once again, were
dressed in their uniforms. "Ah I see he is ready, well he won't be needing that
for the rest of the day." She took hold of the towel and snatched it away from
the naked boy. Peter blushed... and was just about to cover himself with his
hands when Nicki spoke again. "He is not to be able to be allowed to cover
himself, so he is to be cuffed behind his back at all times when he is not
carrying a tray. One of you is to stay with him for the rest of the day and make
sure that he obeys the rules of his punishment. There is also a box of wipes for
you to take and you are to wipe his bottom and penis and inspect his
cleanliness, before he is allowed to enter any of the cabins.
Peter blushed once more, as Nicki looked him up and down. He felt the duty
officers take his wrists and pull them behind his back. He shivered as the cold
metal of the cuffs touched his bottom as the duty officers handcuffed him. He
had never felt so vulnerable or exposed. His smoothly shaven groin seemed to
accent his nakedness and in horror he felt his penis begin to stiffen once more.
Nicki reached forward and to Peter's horror, too a firm hold on his penis. She
looked at the smaller of the two duty officers and addressed her directly. "Ami,
you will be in charge of him today so I am going to show you how to clean behind
his foreskin and between his bottom cheeks. Peter could not help jerking his
body as Nicki knelt before him, her hand firmly holding his penis. "Just pull
the foreskin back like this and then wipe around it like this. It is easier to
do it when the flesh is stiff, so if you just manipulate the foreskin like
this." She pushed the foreskin back up the shaft and then pulled it forward
until the tip of the glans was covered. She continued until his penis stiffened,
causing his body to jerk with the acute sensation. Peter could not help trying
to twist his hips so that he could evade her delicate fingers. Suddenly Nicki
slapped him hard on the thigh. "Keep still, you naughty boy or I will have you
spanked soundly." Peter could not believe his ears as she mentioned having him
spanked. He stopped jerking his hips and looked down at her as she continued
manipulating his penis until it was standing out from his body, stiff and hard.
"Now as I was saying, it is so much easier when the penis is hard to draw back
the foreskin and wipe around the flesh behind it." Peter could not help
shivering as her actions followed her words and she stretched the foreskin back
and proceeded to wipe around the sensitive flesh.
Nicki stood up and addressed Ami once more. "Now if you will make him bend over,
I will demonstrate how to wipe his bottom." Peter blushed as Ami placed her hand
on the small of his back and bade him bend over. He felt dizzy with sensation as
Nicki moved behind him and firmly smacked the insides of his thighs. "Open up
now you naughty boy." Peter shuffled his legs further apart until she was
satisfied with his position. His head was bent between his thighs with his hands
stretched tightly behind his back. "Now you can part the cheeks with one hand
like this." Peter felt his buttocks being prised apart as the young girl handled
him so familiarly. "You see, now you can hold them open while you use your other
hand to wipe his bottom." Peter felt the fluid, with which the cloth was
impregnated; coolly anoint the sensitive flesh between the cheeks of his bottom.
"Right... up you get young man and stand up straight, no slouching." She moved
around to his front as Peter blushed a deeper shade of red. She tapped his penis
with her fingertips and looked him straight in the eye. "You will find young
man, that unless you kerb your libido, you will be in continuous trouble aboard
this ship." Peter could only tremble and stammer as the confident young girl
appraised him, her beautiful face so authoritative that he felt two inches tall.
She placed her hand under his chin and positioned his head so that he was
looking straight into her eyes. With her other hand she grasped his erect penis
and held him firmly. "Are you going to try and behave yourself from now on
Peter, mmm?" Peter could hardly stammer a reply. His bottom lip was trembling
and there were tears in his eyes. "I am so sorry miss, I promise I will be
good." Nicki realised that the boy was almost at the point of fainting as she
gently took her hand from his chin and placed it gently against his cheek. While
still holding his penis, she moved forward and kissed him tenderly on his
trembling lips. "Go then Peter and do your penance." She kissed him again and
then moved back, "Right Ami, if you will escort him back to the galley, your
friend can take his clothes to the hospital dormitory, as I imagine that he will
be spending the night there after the Captains four."
Peter blushed once more; acutely aware of the embarrassment he would feel
walking naked back to the galley and then having to remain naked for the rest of
the day. His erection had not abated as the young duty officer led him, naked
and handcuffed into the corridor of the ship.
