One day when it was unbearably hot, the Captain went below to check on the stores of food and water. I was attending to my duties when I heard him roar from below decks.
"Mr. Hutchinson! Mr. Hutchinson, come here and bring some men with you." I could not imagine what was wrong. I grabbed two sturdy mates and we ran below. In the hold the Captain was standing above to naked seamen pinned under his boot. They were Charles Busher and Robert Whiting, two newly conscripted sailors.
They were naked. Whiting lay on top of the smaller man, obviously engaging in anal intercourse. I had had my eye on both of these stalwart young men from the time they first came on board. Busher was short, but powerfully built. His body was nearly hairless and his face clean shaven. Whiting was taller and even more powerfully built. He was blond, about six foot and easily weighed fifteen stones. Whiting wore a shortly cropped beard which accepted the deep bronze of his skin.
I had caught Whiting masturbating one evening in the cargo hold and offered to service him. He was reluctant at first, but allowed me to suck on him more than a few times. Busher was most attractive, but I never had the opportunity to approach him. The captain stood with his heavy boot in the center of Rob's back.
"Buggery is against God's laws and naval regulations. I will not tolerate it on my ship." The captain shouted.
"Mr. Hutchinson, take them on deck and give them ten lashes each. I will teach you how we handle buggers on my ship." As first mate discipline was my duty, though under Captain Wilson I only had applied the lash to one man in my entire time under his command. Bruce Meggit was a surly man who struck one of the ship's officers.
Captain Wilson ordered me to give him ten lashes. I was pleased to do so, since the same man had beaten me when we were ashore. He knew of my taste in men and approached me when we were on shore leave.
"Matey, how would you like to service me?" He asked in an alley. I was just horney enough to take him up on the offer and followed him into an abandoned building. He beat me senseless. I couldn't do anything about it, since there were no witnesses. I couldn't very well tell the captain he had beaten me up because I wanted to suck his cock. When Meggit struck the officer and the Captain ordered his punishment, I was more than willing to oblige. The Captain ordered the ship's company to the deck. They made two lines on each side of the deck. Two burly men led Meggit up from the brig to the deck and stripped him to the waist. They tied his hands to a rope and hoisted him up until he stood on his toes. I took the cat-o-nine-tails and soaked it in sea water. The first officer read the charges:
"Seaman Meggit, you have been found guilty of a court marshal of striking an officer of His Majesty's Navy. You have sentenced to receive ten lashes. Punishment shall commence."
I had never whipped anyone or anything before. I lifted the cat from the brine and drew it back, then let loose on Meggit's back. It made a satisfying crack as the first officer counted, "One." Meggit leaded into the force of whip, but made no sound. The next blow I planted harder. He moaned slightly.
"Two," came the crisp count. I dipped the whip back into the brine and quickly delivered a hard and heavy blow.
"Arrragh," he yelled and his fingers curled involuntarily. He danced on his toes.
"Three." I was beginning to enjoy whipping him. I don't know whether it was that I hated him so much that I took pleasure to hurting him or whether it was the pain itself that made me enjoy what I was doing. The next seven blows were delivered as hard as I could swing the whip, pausing only long enough to regain my balance and put my weight into every blow.
When the last count was given the rope suspending Meggit was undone and he collapsed on the deck. I took the bucket of brine and threw it on him. The ship's company was dismissed and Meggit was carried below deck to the brig. He never bothered me again. While I thoroughly enjoyed punishing Meggit, I felt very differently about taking the lash to Whiting and Busher. I knew better than to try to talk the captain out of the punishment. He did not even call together a court marshal board.
"Take these two buggers on deck immediately and whip them." The two men who had followed me below when we heard the Captain's call each took one of the men. Both were stark naked and sweating from a very athletic session with each other. The other men were waiting for them to put on their pants.
"Take them on deck now," the Captain barked, "unless you want to join them." The Captain led the way. He ordered that the two men be bound together, facing one another.
"Summon the ship's company to witness punishment." The crew assembled on deck. Everyone was silent as the Captain spoke.
"These two have been caught in the shameful act of committing buggery. They have violated God's laws and maritime law. They shall be punished with ten lashes each. The first mate will commence punishment." Two men tied their hands together and then to rope. It was hoisted so that Busher's feet were off the ground and Whiting's toes were just touching. The sun and heat made every muscle on each man stand out. I stood for a moment too long before doing anything.
"Mr. Hutchinson, lay on the first lash, and let each one be laid on well." I tell you, I did not want to do this. I had a strong attraction to each of these men, and found them even more attractive bound together. The captain had interrupted their sexual union before they were satiated, so their erect penises were ground together by their hanging bodies; the heads pointed at me, though no one else could see them. I took the cat-o-nine-tails from a bucket of sea water and delivered the first lash to Whiting's back, and then, backhanded I delivered a stroke to Busher. My reluctance in swing was chastized by the Captain.
"Mister, I said lay them on well." I took another swing at Whiting, and planted on solid hit across is shoulder blades. He involuntarily stepped forward just as I returned the stroke across Busher's lower back. Their two sweaty bodies ground together. I dipped the whip in brine and took another swing at Whiting.
"Ahhh," he yelled and jerked from side to side. I took another swing at Busher.
"Stop," the Captain yelled.
"Get another whip. You are not hitting him hard enough backhanded." Apparently my strategy of whipping the smaller, more attractive man backhanded had been noticed by the captain. No one made a move.
"You there," the Captain pointed to a man near the front.
"Take the other whip and lay into the other man." The man he pointed to was a large man, Seaman Harold Jones. He took off his shirt, took the other whip and dipped it the brine, then took his place opposite me.
"Now, as I count the strokes, you will strike at the same time.
"One." I could not believe what I had heard. I had already laid in a good three lashes on Whiting's muscular back. The Captain was adding three strokes to his punishment. Both whips struck at the same time and curled around the sides of each man. The force of the whips pressed the men together, their crotches ground against one another.
"Two." Both men moaned in discomfort.
"Three." Whiting looked at me. I looked deeply into his eyes and delivered the next lash. I hesitate to say so, but I was becoming aroused by the scene. I don't know if it was the sight of two magnificent specimens of masculine beauty together, the hot sweat defining their muscles, their erect penises or my own part in their punishment that I found most arousing, but there was an intense pressure in my groin that I could not ignore.
"Four." Both men buckled as the lashes tore across their backs. Busher bit into the neck of Whiting, stifling a scream. Whiting moaned as I hit him again. We dipped our whips into the brine before taking another lash. I noticed the angry heads of both men's penises were dripping what I thought was sweat. I was wrong; it wasn't sweat, but semen. At the next lash Busher's penis shot out a generous wad of semen. It hit the deck near my feet.
"Five." My own penis ached now for relief. I was watching as the lash hit both men.
"Six, seven." I could not take my eyes off the men before me. I wanted to reach out and hold each of them in my arms, but I also wanted to hit them again and hear them scre
am. Whiting obliged me by screaming violently as he, too, shot like a canon from his penis. I wanted it to splatter across my face, or better yet, on my tonsils.
"Eight." My own sexual energy was growing. I hit Whiting very hard the next time and he stepped forward, then swung back. The Captain saw semen dripping from both men's penises.
"They are enjoying it! Hit them harder. Five more lashes for each." I swung again.
"Nine. Ten." I paused after then tenth lash, but the Captain
ordered, "I said five more for each." I was completely driven by this time. The sight of two muscled beauties suffering made juices flow from my engorged member. I hoped that no one could see the effect this whipping was having on me. Most of the men on deck could not bear to watch the final lashes. Seamen Jones applying the lash of Busher seemed to back off so that the Captain could not see him behind me. Busher turned his face toward me. I could see the muscles in his arms and back tighten as each of the remaining lashes hit him. His face winced each time the Captain cried a number and both of us delivered a blow. When it was done, the Captain ordered us to throw buckets of sea water on each man's backs. They both nearly passed out from the shock and pain.
"You there, don't let them down. Leave them up until I say so. I want them to be an example that I will not tolerate buggery on my vessel. The crew is dismissed." The Captain made us leave Whiting and Busher hang on deck for more than an hour bleeding and sweating in the sun. I put away the whips and headed for my cabin, ostensibly to clean off the sweat and blood and put on a shirt.
Instead I went to my cabin and masturbated wildly until I had shot three times. It did not take long. The image of two powerfully built seamen being flogged whetted my appetite for a man even more. I imagine myself bound naked with a man as we are flogged and wonder what it would be like. I long to feel the lash on my own back and I feel the powerful muscles on another man. The captain may not want buggers on board, but if he wants me to flog another man, I'll be more than happy to oblige.
Walking The Dogs
I have three dogs that I take down a park near where I live, nearly everyday at about the same time of the day. I always go down with the car as it is too far to walk. I'd never encountered anything particularly exciting in there until the day this tale is about.
It was my usual time in early afternoon on a week day, and the warmth of spring was finally reaching our parts with the second hottest day of the year. Uncharacteristically for me I was in shorts and T-shirt, with only a waist pouch containing my fags, car keys and equipment, just in case...
I was at the bottom end of the park, which is always quiet, when I saw the jogger in the far distance. He was only wearing shorts and trainers with ankle socks. I didn't pay him much attention, as the few joggers I'd encountered before always stayed well away in account of the dogs.
As he got nearer, I took a good look at him. He was very well defined and glistening with sweat, his shorts semi tight fitting, showing a bulge that bounced with every step. They were clinging to halfway down his legs, enhancing the shape of his cock and balls, which were a nice size.
I couldn't see his eyes as he was wearing dark glasses, and as he got nearer, I noticed the light downing of hair covering his chest and trailing down to his shorts. His hair was dark and cut short. I called my dogs over as he got to within 20 feet, as they have the tendency to be over friendly and go to strangers.
As he passed he gave me a "hi" and a smile, which made my heart beat a little bit faster and my dick twitch in my shorts. I waited until he passed to release the dogs and turned to watch him go along and get a good view of his back and arse. I didn't think he was wearing underwear as I couldn't see any line underneath his shorts, and then to my surprised he turned to look back and gave me another smile, but carried on.
"Oh well, I thought, it would have been nice..."
I carried on with the dogs, and came to a set of exercisers for the abs, which is a long plank of wood set at a downward angle, with a metal frame at the top with two horizontal bars, one for supporting the plank and the other to slide your feet under to be able to do sit ups.
I took my T-shirt off and started to do sit ups. The dogs always stay close, so I don't have to worry about them straying. I was doing my tenth when I heard a voice say "you're doing it wrong"
I looked around in surprise and found the jogger standing 5 feet away from me, surrounded by my dogs and petting them.
"Sorry? I said "You should keep your legs straight when doing the set up."
"I try but I can't do it, I replied.
"Here, let me give you a hand. With that he came up to me and put his strong hands on my thighs, pushing them down.
"Now try it". I did, and as I was rising he pushed down on my legs, preventing them from lifting. By then I was sweating profusely, and not just from the physical exertion. My dick was also on the uplift and starting to show itself through my shorts which got me embarrassed. But I kept doing my sit-ups, I was getting to look more closely at my jogger's package which I could swear was growing.
When I got to thirty, my abs were killing me and I reluctantly said "I'm done for today, or I won't be able to move tomorrow."
"Would you mind doing the same for me?", he asked.
"No, of course I'll do it, with pleasure, I added, instantly regretting my words in case I scared him away. He just simply smiled and said "great".
He took position and started to do the lifts. I was holding his muscular thighs with my hands and they felt wonderful, especially after the jogging he'd done, they felt like concrete slabs, or the legs of a statue.
I could see his abs muscle contracting into a six pack every time he was coming up. I took a much closer look to his dick, which was very clearly defined beneath the flimsy cloth of the shorts. Mine was very visible under my shorts as my raging hard-on was showing no signs of abetting.
His legs were sleek with sweat and on one of the lifts my hand slid and met his package.
"I'm really sorry, I exclaimed, blushing to the roots of my hair.
"It's all right, he replied, I don't mind. That's when I realized that his cock was growing by the second into a nice piece of man meat. He took me by surprise and placed his hand on my dick, massaging it.
I quickly looked around, but nobody was in sight, and we were well shielded from the road. My dogs were laid in the shade, seemingly content. I placed my hand on his now hard dick and started to feel it's strength. I estimated it to be about 7 inches, nicely thick and cut. He then moved me closer to his head and with one quick movement lowered my shorts and swallowed my dick, which was at the right height, with him still lying on the plank.
The situation definitely called for a 69 and I quickly tucked his shorts under his balls and admired his dick. A tear of precum was starting to form and I lapped it up with delight. I then took his meat in my mouth and it was fat indeed. I swallowed as much as I could but due to the akward angle, couldn't manage it all.
As he was sucking me his hand wandered to my arse and felt it's smoothness, then went further in, feeling my puckered hole, at which I moaned, indicating that I liked it. He took his hand away and when it came back his fingers were slick with spit.
He played with my hole and then inserted a finger, sending waves of pleasure through my body, and encouraging me to suck harder. I discovered that he had long fingers, as he started massaging my prostate, making me wild. I interrupted him before he could make me cum, which could have been any second with the treatment his mouth was giving my cock and his fingers my arse.
Looking around I noticed a large rhododendron bush, offering protection from onlookers and a soft covering of grass underneath.
"Let's go in there, I said, it will be a bit more discreet.
We got up and went underneath, the dogs following us, but laying down at a good distance. We removed our shorts and he turned me round, opening my arse crack with both hands and sticking his tongue in my hole, pushing it deeper and deeper as my muscles relaxed under
the wet onslaught. While he was rimming me, I grabbed my pouch and opened it, taking out the condom and lube I always kept there.
When he came up for air I turned round and swallowed his dick, which was now leaking precum like a faulty tap. The sent of his body made me wild, the smell of fresh sweat and man musk mixed into a intoxicating fragrance. I made sure his cock was well lubricated and slid the condom over it. I lathered it with lube, and handed him the other packet which I'd opened. He turned me around and covered my hole with lube, slipping one finger in, then two, loosening me for his cock.
Then I felt the tip at my lips and a gentle push. Soon his head was in me, making me moan with delight and lust. He then pushed his dick all the way in, sending me in orbit. He went in and out at a leisurely pace, taking his time. He buried himself deep inside me then with one swift movement turned me over on my back, resting my legs on his shoulders. With a arm on either side of my head he then lifted himself off the ground, with only his hands and feet for support and then started to fuck me. The sensation was incredible, all I could feel was his dick coming in and out of my arse, and my legs against his shoulders.
"Oh yeah, that's good", I said, in a world of my own. I moaned and gasped out, "Fuck me."
He didn't need encouragement as he started to pick up the pace, plowing into me like a jack hammer. With each thrust he was sending me closer to the edge, until I no longer could resist and said "I'm gonna cum!" With that, he went faster, slamming into me harder. I took my dick in my hand and pulled on it once, which was enough to make me shoot. The cum went flying everywhere, over his chest, over my legs and face. I don't think I'd ever cum that hard in my life. Before I could get over my orgasm, he slipped out of my, whipped the condom off, and shot his load all over me, covering my chest with it.
It took us a while to recover and eventually I took my T-shirt and wiped us clean. We got dressed and with a quick kiss, a smile and a "bye", he was gone. I walked back to my car with the dogs and drove away, well satisfied. Unfortunately, I've never seen him again.
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