Koos Smit

Beach Front Boy

Chapter 9-12

Chapter Nine

The Spring Break came to an end but, except for a trip to Johannesburg to wind things up there, we stayed on Skobbejak, our new home. As there was only one school term left until the summer holidays, I decided to stay in Richards Bay until the end of the year and I enrolled all the boys in local schools while I went about registering a home school for the New Year.

As rugby season was over, they spent their afternoons working on Skobbejak; learning about the maintenance and repair of her diesel engine and her various mechanical and electrical systems; and practising manoeuvring her under power and sail. In the evenings they studied navigation, meteorology and all the other theory that was required knowledge for the skipper's ticket when they became old enough to sit the exams.

With six lively boys on board already, and the potential for having many more living aboard for extended periods if the school ship idea materialised, I realised that it was necessary to establish a system of ordered shipboard living on Skobbejak or the boys" natural rambunctiousness would launch us into chaos once the novelty of the new lifestyle had worn off. For the present they were all getting along well together, but the in-your-face closeness of shipboard life was already beginning to cause little frictions and irritations which, if not dealt with, could easily become explosive in the presence of so much unbridled, testosterone-charged teenage maleness.

Added to this was the fact that sailing the oceans at the mercy of wind and wave, especially on a sailing ship, requires great vigilance, a rigorous attention to duty and an instant and unquestioning obedience to orders. There is no room for debate and difference of opinion when it comes to the handling of a sailing ship in a storm or in any other crisis. The responsibility for taking the decisions, and taking them quickly, rests on the captain's or his watch-keeping officers" shoulders. The crew's responsibility is to carry them out, instantly and without question or hesitation.

The habit of obedience, however, comes naturally to none, least of all to high spirited boys, and has to be learned. In olden days, when the Royal Navy's warships were manned by unwilling men and boys who had been forcibly pressed into service (literally kidnapped by the Navy's press-gangs and carted off to sea), they were taught the required discipline by the simple, yet effective, means of the lash and the cane.

My boys, of course, were members of Skobbejak's crew because they wanted to be. They were not there under any kind of duress. Indeed, the worst thing that could possibly happen to them would have been to be expelled from our little ship's company. But, human nature being what it is, the boys quickly came to accept their new circumstances for granted, knowing that it was as unlikely that I would send any of them packing as I would my own son. Having once taken this for granted, like boys anywhere, they then began to test the limits of their freedom and, I suppose, of my love for them.

This had begun to manifest itself in minor instances of disorder and disobedience which at first I somewhat indulgently overlooked: Things such as forgetting to do chores; getting up late; not doing homework and having sex after midnight on a school night.

But the incident that changed my approach to the issue of disciplining the boys was far more serious and nearly resulted in a disaster: We were practising ship handling under power in the harbour. Johan was on the helm in the wheelhouse and Dirk was acting as skipper, calling out steering orders that Johan had to carry out. At a certain point Dirk, who was standing just outside the wheelhouse, became aware of a large fishing trawler coming up rapidly from astern, but on the wrong side of the channel. Dirk ordered Johan to turn hard to starboard to get out of the trawler's way.

"No Dirk," was his response to Dirk's order, "We have to stay on this side of the channel!"

With no time to explain, Dirk jumped into the wheelhouse, grabbed the wheel from Johan and swung it hard to starboard. Seconds later the trawler surged past Skobbejak, rocking her violently in its wake, leaving Johan white-faced with shock and the rest of us rather shaken.

In the debrief meeting that we had with the whole crew in the saloon after the training evolutions of the day I highlighted this incident as an example of precisely why it is necessary for crew members to carry out the skipper's or watch leader's orders instantly and without question.

"You know, boys," I said angrily, "I have been trying to hammer this simple rule into your heads from day one, but you just do whatever the hell you like! Today we nearly got rammed and sunk because of it!"

Johan hung his head in shame.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Jonathan!" he said.

"I know you are, Johan," I replied, "But I can see that talking has not been enough for you. So, right after this debrief, I am going to give you a lesson in shipboard discipline the old way."

"Thank you, Uncle Jonathan," said Johan.

"Save your thanks for afterward," I said to him.

When the debrief was over the boys all looked at me expectantly.

"Okay, Johan," I said, unbuckling my leather belt and pulling it out of the loops, "Take your shorts off and bend over the end of the saloon table."

"Are you going to beat me, Uncle Jonathan?" he asked.

"Yes, Johan, I'm going to whip your arse with my belt."

Johan pulled off his shorts and stood up against the end of the narrow oak table before bending over and lying his upper body on its smooth varnished surface. His legs were just long enough to allow his toes to touch the deck and he stretched his arms forward and sideways to grip the lipped sides of the table.

"Okay, boys," I said, "How many lashes should Johan get for what he did today?"

There was a silence as the boys turned this over in their minds. Then they offered suggestions ranging from six to ten lashes.

Johan stood up momentarily.

"Uncle Jonathan," he said, "What I did today was very stupid. I think you should whip me not less than thirty times for that!"

I thought it over as he looked at me earnestly.

"I agree with you, Johan," I eventually said, "What you did today could have had very serious consequences and I think that thirty or even more lashes is an appropriate number. But, taking into account that you are the first to get punished for the kind of disobedience that every one of you boys have been guilty of before; and also that you are prepared to take your punishment like a man, I am going to give you just twenty lashes."

"Thank you Uncle Jonathan," said Johan as he resumed position to receive his beating.

"And the rest of you remember that Johan's whipping is a warning to you all. The next one to be punished for the same thing will get thirty lashes… the next forty lashes… and so on!"

I felt my belly lurch as I looked down at Johan's brawny brown body stretched out before me, every muscle in his back, buttocks and thighs tight and knotted in expectation of the pain about to be inflicted upon his arse. His legs were spread slightly apart and his big cock and balls, like those of a prize bull, were clearly visible where they hung low between his muscular thighs.

I slowly wrapped the belt a few times around my fist. Then I stepped back, raised the belt high above my shoulder and brought it hissing down to smack against Johan's hard round buttocks. The crack of the thick leather connecting with Johan's flesh sounded like a pistol shot, followed immediately by a cry of pain that Johan instantly throttled to a gurgling sound in his throat. He jerked violently, his head and shoulders lifted off the table and his legs whipped up off the deck so that his whole body was arched in a bow. He stayed like that for a few seconds and then slowly lowered his feet to the floor and his torso onto the table. As he waited for the next stroke he panted like a dog in the heat, his chest heaving and his buttock muscles clutching and quivering involuntarily as the shock flushed his teak brown skin a darker shade and beads of sweat glistened on his body from the shock of the lash.

At the sound of my stepping back for the second stroke Johan's muscles tensed up again and his back arched slightly in anticipation. Once again the leather fluted through the air and smacked against his buttocks. This time Johan managed to keep his feet on the floor, though an anguished groan escaped his lips.

I waited again for Johan to settle down and then whipped the belt across his buttocks a third time. He bellowed with pain and jumped back off the table, holding both hands against his scalded arse and bouncing up and down on his toes as the tears flowed down his cheeks and his eyes begged me to stop.

Again I waited for him to settle down.

"Johan," I said, "If you jump off the table again I am going to add five more strokes and I am going to have you held down, do you understand me?"

Johan nodded, red-faced and tearful, and then lay down again over the end of the table.

Though he bucked and jerked through the remainder of his punishment, Johan did not cry out again, nor did he let go of the table edge.

By about the fifth stroke I became aware of my cock starting to tingle and by the tenth stroke it was erected and hard under my shorts. At about the same time I noticed that some of the other boys" short fronts were also tented and showing damp spots as they fingered their cocks through the cloth.

Even more surprising was that at about the fifteenth stroke Johan's cock was no longer hanging down and he was continually wriggling and pushing up on his toes as he tried to find a comfortable lie for his swollen erection where it was pressed between his hard-muscled belly and the unyielding table surface.

When finally the last stroke had echoed in the saloon and Johan was permitted to stand up, a large puddle of semen glistened on the varnished surface and there were globs of it on Johan's still erected cock and belly.

Ben, the family cum hoover, hastened to slurp Johan's cum off the table and from his brother's cock and belly.

"Okay, boys," I said, "Punishment is over. You're all free to do what you want for the next two hours until supper. I suggest you use some of it to attend to the raging erections you all seem to have at the moment!"

Then I put my arms around Johan and hugged him close to me.

"You know I love you, right?" I said.

"I know Uncle Jonathan," Johan said as he hugged me back.

Then he cupped one hand around the rock hard erection pressed between us:

"Can I please help you with this, Uncle Jonathan?"

"Well, since it's actually your fault that it's there, it's only right that you fix it!" I said as I kissed him on the top of his head.

Johan laughed. Amazing how quickly young boys are able to recover from a whipping like that, I thought as we went to my spacious cabin in the stern of the ship, my arm around his shoulder and his arm around my waist.

For the next hour my swollen cock was exquisitely enveloped and stimulated in turns by either Johan's mouth and throat or the warm slippery grip of his fuck channel. His buttocks were still red and tender from his whipping and the first few minutes of fucking caused him to wince, but lust and sexual stimulation quickly overcame the pain and he did me the honour of coming ahead of me as my cock ploughed into his arse, his unhandled cock spraying the bed cover with several thick ropes of cum. This was the first time he had ever done that with me.

"Wow, Uncle Jonathan!" he said as we lay panting afterward, me on my back and Johan on his belly, "That was the best ever! I told you before I always have the best fucks after a whipping. I wish you would do it more often!"

"I know you always say that, Johan," I replied, "And that was certainly the best sex you and I have had in a long time! But I just feel really bad if I have to beat you boys!"

"Henk always called it hard loving," said Johan, "He said he beat us because he loved us."

"I'll try," I said, "But you know, if I whipped you more often, maybe it would lose the effect."

"I don't think so, Uncle Jonathan," he said, "Every time Henk used to beat Ben and me the sex afterward was always great."

"Well, we'll see," I replied, "It seems I still have a lot to learn from you boys!"

"When it comes to sex, Uncle Jonathan, no one can teach you better than the professionals!" Johan laughed.

I laughed with him and hugged him close, kissing the top of his head as he nuzzled happily against my chest.

And so I came to realize that a disciplined ship is a happy ship, in our case for more than the usual reasons!

In consultation with the boys we drew up a simple disciplinary code with a scale of punishments according to the seriousness of the infraction. My attempts to introduce punishments such as groundings, time-outs, suspension of privileges and the like were universally outvoted in favour of whippings of various degrees of severity.

"We want it to be over quickly, Dad!" was Dirk's objection. "We rather take a beating and have it over with than let it drag out with groundings and losing our sex privileges and shit!"

It was agreed that whippings would be administered on the bare back or buttocks with a whip that Tiaan had among his sex gear. It consisted of a tapering leather thong fixed to a short wooden handle that one of his regular clients had given him. This client loved using it on Tiaan before fucking him. As Tiaan would no longer be seeing this client he was more than happy to donate it to Skobbejak. The boys nicknamed this whip "the Snake."

We also decided on a uniform for the boys: Navy blue rugby shorts and white T shirts would be the standard uniform. Working dress while in the harbour would be navy blue rugby shorts without shirts. While relaxing within the harbour limits the boys would wear small colourful sarongs like the ones I had seen Henk's boys wear for the German tourist group (See chapter 4). At all times while below and also when sailing outside the harbour limits the boys would be allowed to go naked. Each boy was also issued with a navy blue drimac and jersey for cooler weather and bright orange foul weather gear for use at sea in stormy weather. We decided that buying them shoes would be a needless expense, since they preferred to go barefoot at all times, whether on board or ashore. Of course, while attending school in Richards Bay they would wear the grey shirts and shorts that comprised the school uniform. As in most South African schools, they were allowed, indeed expected, to go to school barefoot in warm weather. In Richards Bay this was all the year round.

I also divided the boys into two watches for duty purposes. Dirk and Johan were elected as the watch leaders and each had two other boys in their watch. To avoid any possible accusations of favouritism Josh and Rijn were in Johan's watch and Tiaan and Ben in Dirk's. The watch leaders were given the authority to maintain discipline and order punishments and the watch members were strictly charged to obey them.

Tiaan, being older than Dirk by a year (a big gap at that age), felt that he ought to have been the watch leader instead of Dirk. It was therefore inevitable that there would be a clash of wills and it happened within a day of the appointments being made.

Attracted by the sound of angry raised voices I left the wheelhouse where I was working on a chart and found Dirk and Tiaan squared off against each other on the foredeck. Both of them were angry and red-faced and had their fists raised, ready to fight.

"Tiaan! Dirk! What's going on?" I demanded to know.

"Nothing, Dad… I'm sorting it out!" snapped Dirk.

"That's not the way we sort things out, Dirk! Tell me what the problem is!"

Dirk lowered his fists.

"I told Tiaan to coil those lines properly but he said he's not my skivvy… I must do it myself!" he explained

"Is that true, Tiaan?" I asked.

"Yes, Uncle Jonathan," Tiaan admitted.

"You know you have to obey your watch leader, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes, Uncle Jonathan, but I already coiled those lines… Dirk is just trying to be bossy!" replied Tiaan.

"Well, actually, those lines have not been coiled properly," I said, "but even if they had been, you know our disciplinary code says you have to obey first and complain afterward!"

"I know, Uncle Jonathan," Tiaan replied, "But it's not fair that I must take orders from Dirk… I'm older than him!"

"Age has nothing to do with it, Tiaan. Dirk has more seagoing experience than you… that's why he's in charge and not you. We've spoken about this before."

"I know, Uncle Jonathan, I'm sorry."

"Very well… now do what you were told to do and let's have no more of this nonsense!"

"Yes, Uncle Jonathan!"

"He's gotta be punished too, Dad!"

"Don't you think you can let it go with a warning, Dirk?" I asked.

"No, Dad, he's gotta learn that I'm his boss! That's why I wanted to sort this out myself. Right now all he knows is you're his boss!"

I realised Dirk was right.

"So what do you want to do?"

"The code says ten lashes for the first time you refuse an order if no serious consequences!" Dirk recited from memory.

"So it does," I replied.

Tiaan looked at me pleadingly.

"Sorry, Tiaan… Dirk is right. You knew the rules and you broke them… so now you have to take your punishment like a man."

"Okay, Uncle Jonathan," Tiaan said dejectedly.

"Where you gonna whip me?" he asked Dirk.

"On your arse," Dirk replied.

"No, I mean where you want me to be," he said as he pushed his shorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them.

"Lie over the companionway roof," Dirk ordered and sent Ben to fetch the Snake from its place in the wheelhouse.

Tiaan lay his torso over the narrow companionway roof just before the mast, gripping each side in his big strong hands, his back and butt muscles knotting with tension and his gymnast's calves bulging as he pushed against the deck with his leathery bare toes.

Then, just as Dirk lined up the first stroke, Tiaan said "Just wait please!" and he lifted his hips as he swung his big floppy cock onto the curved wooden surface under his belly, grinning as he did so.

"I know he's gonna bone up so I'm just getting him comfortable," he said, bringing a smile to all of our faces.

By now all the other boys had gathered around and several were already fingering their cocks through their shorts in anticipatory arousal.

Tiaan took six of the sizzling strokes that Dirk delivered across his buttocks with resolute stoicism, firmly resolved not to give Dirk the satisfaction of seeing him cry out. But at the seventh stroke he could hold out no longer and a strangled moan found its way past his unwilling lips. The next three strokes elicited increasingly more agonised cries until by the tenth stroke he was sobbing, as much in humiliation as in pain.

As Tiaan stood back from the companionway roof, his cock was ramrod stiff and quivering, leaking a stream of precum that hung down from the tip of his cock in a silver thread that kept elongating and forming droplets that dripped onto the deck.

Once again it seemed a good idea to call a break so that the boys could go work off their erections.

"Tiaan," ordered Dirk, "As soon as you finish recoiling those lines, get your arse down to my cabin. You've given me a hardon that you gotta help me with!"

"Yes, Dirk," said Tiaan obediently, rubbing his well-welted buttocks.

I winked at Dirk proudly. He had now established dominance over the older and stronger boy which was about to be reinforced by fucking his burning arse. I guessed that Tiaan would give him no more trouble.

Then I swung a giggling Rijn up onto my shoulders and headed for the wheelhouse where I spent half an hour banging his cute and eager little arse. I had just finished when Johan, who was odd man out and wasn't going to be satisfied with solo sex, joined us. I thought, not for the first time, that I should have taken up Henk's offer of Jens. It was not fair that one of us was always without a partner, and although it was a rule on board that no one may refuse sex if asked, one did not necessarily always want a threesome. However, I was quite happy at that moment to enjoy both Johan and Rijn and so the three of us went below to my cabin, where we had a great time together until eventually the warble of the bosun's call and the thudding of hard bare feet on the wooden planking announced that dinner was ready.

***

Soon enough the school year came to an end and it was time to slip our moorings and head for Durban. The home school had been registered and the following year the boys would all be educated in their individual grades on Skobbejak. I had bought a very good program that would form the framework and guide the lessons that the boys would go through, largely at their own pace. I would provide tutorial assistance and their progress would be moderated and assessed by someone allocated by the Natal Department of Education, who would also set the examinations.

Once again our exit from the harbour was the signal for everyone to drop their shorts and go naked for the duration of the trip to Durban. The Skobbejak was slower than the yacht that had taken us to Richards Bay, but the winds were favourable and we were sailing with the current, so it took us about the same amount of time.

The boys were thrilled to arrive in Durban harbour, our new home base for the foreseeable future. Tiaan, Johan and Ben were especially delighted as Durban was, of course, their hometown despite everything that she had done to them. Somehow the pleasant memories seemed in their boyish minds to eclipse the dark ones, as, thankfully, they usually do.

I had lined up a trial "school ship" voyage to Madagascar and back for a class of ten 12 and 13 year old boys who would join us for three months in the New Year. Until then, however, there was nothing to be done but get ready for the voyage and enjoy the year-end school holidays.

Barely two days after we arrived, Henk called on me to make the arrangements for the sex charter I had promised him as part of the release price for Tiaan, Johan and Ben. I was actually quite happy about this as it would provide the boys with something to do as well as give us all experience in looking after paying guests.

We worked out that we could accommodate five guests if I gave up my cabin for the night. Each man would share his cabin with one boy and they would be free to rotate the boys among themselves as much as they wished. As I needed two boys to help sail the vessel at any time and another two to run the galley and bar service, this meant that Henk had to provide a further four boys to supplement the crew. Of course only Skobbejak boys could sail the ship, but the sailing crew would rotate with the others so that everyone would have a turn at servicing the guests" sexual needs.

On the morning of the charter, which would commence that night, Henk delivered our old friends; Kris, Adi and Pedro as well as Jens, his youngest working boy, to start preparations early.

"Since when does Pedro work for you?" I asked Henk.

"Pedro's foster dad got in trouble with the cops," Henk winked at me, "So I kinda took him over."

"I see," I replied, "Just make sure that never happens to me!"

"Well…," said Henk, winking again, "As long as we working together you got nothing to worry about!"

His remark gave me plenty to worry about, but I put it out of my head for the moment.

We decided the boys would wear their sarongs: They were as comfortable as going naked. The nearly translucent fabric allowed the boys to tan all over while wearing it in sunlight. They provided quick and easy access for groping, fingering and fondling. And they looked exceptionally sexy stretched over a boys" firm round bottom, with the open side exposing the whole of his thigh and half his butt cheek. I decided I would wear my own sarong to stay in theme.

As I watched the boys tying on their sarongs the idea occurred to me that they would make a good shipboard uniform for the "ship school" voyage to Madagascar, at least until the students could be prevailed upon to go naked like my boys.

When the guests arrived that evening Skobbejak was lit up like a Christmas tree and the whole crew lined up on deck in their cock-tingling sarongs, scrubbed clean and rosy-cheeked, to welcome them. They were a Norwegian sex tour group and, as they came aboard, I realised that there were more of them than we had bargained for. Instead of five men, there were six, all of them big muscular men in their thirties or forties. But the biggest surprise was that one of them had a young boy with him who looked to be about twelve or thirteen.

I looked a question at Henk. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Sorry," he said, "There's one extra man and he also brought his son or his nephew or something."

"I can count!" I replied, "What are we going to do for extra beds?"

"It's your boat… you sort it out!" said Henk, as he hastily said his goodbyes and scurried ashore.

While the guests stood around on the floodlit deck, sipping their welcome champagnes and fondling the boys to the sounds of pop band UB40, I got Johan and Dirk to go down to the crew quarters, spread the mattresses in the middle of the floor and cover them with sheets, duvets and cushions as a giant makeshift bed.

"Tell the boys they are giving up their berths and will be sleeping in hammocks on deck tonight… that is if any of them actually get any sleep!" I said to Johan.

"I don't think any of us will get any sleep tonight, Uncle Jonathan!" Johan grinned excitedly, "I been with those fris (big and brawny) Norwegian types before an" they really love to fuck! Our arses gonna be sore tomorrow!"

While the cocktail party grew ever livelier on deck, Johan and Dirk slipped our mooring lines and I manoeuvred Skobbejak out into the harbour. It was a warm and windless night and the still dark water reflected the myriad white, yellow, red and green lights that winked and glared in the night-time busyness of Durban's harbour.

Dirk took over from me on the wheel and I went out to check on the guests and the boys. We were not yet out the harbour mouth and three of the Norwegians, including the one who had the young boy with him, had taken boys down below already. One of those still on deck had Josh naked, bent over and pushing hard against the rail as he slowly forced his gigantic tool into Josh's arse. Josh had a look of panic on his face as he struggled to accommodate the man's massive girth, whimpering and moaning softly with each not so gentle thrust. Another was lying on some saloon cushions spread about on the deck while Adi rode his cock like a jockey in the Durban July Handicap. I found the third with his hand in the side of Johan's sarong, stroking his clearly erected cock as he tried to coax Johan into going below with him. Johan's eyes were fixed on the giant bulge in the man's trousers and his tongue was practically hanging out at the prospect of having his arse reamed by the blonde giant, but he was dutifully trying to explain that he would love to but was on watch.

"It's okay, Johan, Dirk and me have it for now, you can go with the gentleman," I said.

"Oh, thank you, Uncle Jonathan!" Johan said with grateful relief and the two of them hurried off below. Minutes later I found they did not even make it to one of the cabins: Johan was bent over the saloon table and yelping with mixed pain and pleasure as the man pistoned into Johan's arse, stretched to breaking point by the man's bum-splitting pole.

From behind the closed door of one of the cabins Jens was emitting ear-splitting screams of pain as I entered the saloon and it took a great effort of will not to intervene. He was not one of mine and this was not my party. I was mindful also of Henk's thinly veiled threat earlier in the day about working together. Soon, however, Jens's screams turned into moans of pleasure and I was glad I had not made a scene about it. It was surely not the first time the eight year old had taken a big man's cock up his arse and it would certainly not be the last.

By now thoroughly aroused I wondered into the galley, where I found a disgruntled Ben sulking over a table full of savoury snacks:

"It's not fair, Uncle Jonathan!" he moaned, "They're having all the fun and I have to work as a waiter. They don't even want the snacks!"

"Ag, Ben," I said, "Be patient, there's a whole night left, my boy. You'll get your turn!"

"I s'pose!" Ben said, folding his beefy little arms.

"Tell you what, Ben," I said, "Seeing you're not busy now… You can help me with this major hard-on I've got going here!"

Ben's eyes lit up at once. He yanked the knot on his sarong even as he stood up, allowing it to float to the floor as he stepped closer. His own long thick cocklet was already rising to the horizontal as he did so. Then he took hold of the top edge of my sarong and slid it around so that the side slit exposed my cock and balls. He hooked a finger around the back of my stiff and quivering pole and pulled it forward so he could take it into his eager young mouth.

His long, strong and agile tongue quickly lashed my yearning cock into an explosion of ecstasy and I shot great splodges of hot cum into his mouth. Watching his mouth and throat working energetically to swallow it all instantly hardened me again.

Ben spent a long while after my ejaculation wistfully sucking the tip of my cock and licking off every trace of cum.

"That was so quick, Uncle Jonathan," he complained.

"I'm still hard, Ben," I said, "Bend over and give me your arse!"

Joyfully Ben turned around and bent over, holding onto the galley table as I hastily inserted my re-invigorated cock into his flexing fuck hole.

I rammed my cock into Ben for fully fifteen minutes before I came again, this time deep inside him.

Then I lifted Ben onto the table and lay him on his back with his knees lifted up to his chest. While my cum dribbled out of his still flexed-open hole and puddled on the table, I sucked his cock to ejaculation. Ben was squirting an impressive quantity of semen these days and, as I always did for his own ego, I spat it out onto his belly for him to admire before licking it all up again and swallowing it.

After tongueing Ben in his mouth and hugging him tight I pulled my sarong straight and left him to look after the snacks. For the moment he was smiling and almost purring with contentment.

By the time I got back to the wheelhouse we were already well out into Durban Bay and were slowly proceeding on a course parallel with the brightly lit Durban beach front. When I spoke to Dirk he answered me in tight monosyllables.

"Ag, Dirk," I said, "Don't tell me you're also sulking about not having sex?"

"No, Dad, I'm not grumpy about it… I know I'll get my turn… but I'm getting fucken horny tied to this wheel while I can see everybody fucking and sucking all over the deck!"

I looked at Dirk and saw the front flap of his sarong standing out like a banner where it was draped over his cock, standing up like a flagpole.

"Okay, Dirk," I laughed, "I'll take the wheel for a while and you pop down into the galley and give Ben a good hard fuck. It'll cheer him up no end and it'll settle you down for an hour or so until it's your turn to make a guest happy."

"Gee, thanks, Dad!" said Dirk as he dashed out of the wheelhouse, dropping his sarong before he even got through the doorway. I picked it up and knotted the flimsy piece of fabric onto one of the spokes of the wheel.

Minutes later Johan arrived in the wheelhouse. He was naked, of course, and he had the Norwegian boy in tow, also naked. The boy had straw-coloured hair shaved on the back and sides but long on top, with a fringe that hung down to just above his sea blue eyes. He wore a silver stud in his left earlobe. He was tall for his age and athletically built. His unblemished Nordic skin; smooth and marble white, contrasted starkly with Johan's dark tan. He had no pubic or armpit hair, but I could not tell if it was natural, as with Johan, or if he was shaven. His long thick uncut cock hung down between his thighs like a hosepipe. His sculptured thighs were long and lean and his calf muscles bulged prominently. He had beautiful feet; high arched and straight-toed. They had the soft, clean, pink-soled, nail-trimmed look of a girl's feet. His feet were obviously well looked after and seldom outside of a pair of shoes. He stepped gingerly on the wooden deck planking as if afraid of picking up a splinter.

"This is Jul," Johan announced, "His dad and me had a fuck… Now his dad is with Pedro an" he said I must play with Jul."

"Hello Jul," I said.

Jul smiled and gave a little wave of his hand.

"Hello Captain," he replied.

"So what have you guys been doing?"

"Well, we just had a fuck on the foredeck there… and now he wants you to fuck him, Uncle Jonathan. I'll take over the wheel if you want to fuck his arse."

Jul smiled and nodded.

"Please, Captain?" he asked, "It is only my father and his friends that are fucking me and I want a change. Johan is a good fuck but I want to try an African man?"

I needed no second invitation to fuck this beautiful boy. With my cock hardening instantly, I handed the helm over to Johan, unknotted my sarong and tossed it onto the chart table at the back of the wheelhouse.

Jul's eyes stretched wide at the sight of my massive swollen cock and a grin of delight lit up his face.

Johan caught Jul's eyes and grinned back, giving his own impressively big cock a tug:

"Told you, didn't I?" he said

"Wow, Captain, it's so… uh… so big!" said Jul.

"Is it too much for you?" I asked.

"No Captain," he said, "I can take it! I practise with a wine bottle sometimes! I just haven't had a real penis that thick before"

Jul stepped up to me. He put the palms of his hands against my chest and stretched up on his toes, offering me his open lips; eagerly taking my tongue into his warm mouth with its sweet young boy taste. His cock, already hard and erected, pressed against my lower belly, marking its movements with a shiny trace of precum on my skin.

As I explored his mouth with my tongue, I ran my hands down his back, slowly tracing the two long muscles on either side of his spine… then down onto the firm mounds of his buttocks and inwards into his sweating crack. My forefinger probed for his pucker, which flexed open and took my finger into its warm wet interior as soon as I touched it. The twelve year old was obviously no novice when it came to sex.

By now Jul had slid his one hand down between us to take hold of my swollen cock. Expertly, he worked its tip with his fingers and quickly had me panting with pleasure. I swung him around roughly in the urgency of my lust and pushed him up against the chart table. I put my hand between his shoulder blades, pushed his upper body down onto the polished wooden surface and held him there as I spat into my hand, slathered my saliva onto my cock and positioned it to thrust into Jul's arse. Jul reached his hand behind him and pulled his butt cheeks apart, pushing back against my cock head in his eagerness to take my shaft inside him. Following his lead I thrust my big cock into Jul's fuck channel and heard him gasp lightly as I entered him. But within seconds his well-fucked anus had stretched to accommodate my girth and Jul was making little grunts and squeaks of satisfaction as he took charge of my cock and rode it hard.

Just before I climaxed some time later, I quickly withdrew my cock from Jul's arse and shot my load all over his back. Johan heard me cry out my satisfaction and called me urgently to take over the wheel from him:

"Quick, Uncle Jonathan, I need another go!" he pleaded.

I took over the wheel and Johan made a dash for where Jul was just standing up from the chart table, stroking his cock frantically to climax.

Johan spun Jul around and knocked his hand off his cock.

"Don't come yet!" he ordered, "You can come when I'm done fucking you!"

Jul obediently took Johan's cock in hand and started to go down on his knees to suck him. Johan pulled him back upright and pushed him roughly backward against the chart table. Then Johan bent down, put his hands around Jul's thighs and lifted him up onto the table, pushing against his upper body with his head at the same time, making Jul lie on his back and lifting his thighs up and back so that Jul's knees almost reached his shoulders. Immediately Johan thrust his thick cock all the way in and started ramming Jul's arse relentlessly and hard. Whenever Jul started fisting his own cock Johan slapped his hand away.

"Stop fucking around with your dick, Jul!" he ordered, "My cock is the only one you gotta think about now!."

I stood to one side of the wheel and watched Johan banging his pole into Jul's arse like a jackhammer, every muscle in his brawny young body bunched and straining, his smooth brown skin drenched in sweat. Below him Jul grunted and moaned with pleasure, his hands pressed up against the bulkhead behind him to prevent his head being banged against the planking with each violent thrust.

As Johan approached climax he suddenly jerked his cock out of Jul's hole, grabbed hold of Jul's shoulders and pulled him onto his knees on the floor. Then, with one hand cupped around Jul's neck and pulling his head forward, he stroked himself to ejaculation with the other, banging his swollen cock head against Jul's lips to signal him to open his mouth.

Finally, Johan bellowed his pleasure as his cock shot thick jets of cum indiscriminately into Jul's mouth, in his face and his hair.

Immediately, Johan leaned forward over the chart table with his feet planted wide apart and spread his butt cheeks with his hands.

"Now fuck me, Jul!" he demanded.

Jul eagerly got up and shoved his long thick pole into Johan's arse.

After barely a minute of frenzied thrusting, Jul shot his load inside Johan.

Then the cum-splattered boys left the wheelhouse to find someone else to fuck and I manned the wheel on my own until eventually Dirk came to relieve me.

By then it was past midnight and there was a lull in the sexual activity as we turned opposite Umhlanga and started motoring slowly back to Durban harbour.

Our naked guests stood around singly or in pairs on the deck, talking, smoking and drinking. The boys stood in a group on the foredeck, chattering and laughing excitedly as they swapped stories of their experiences with the Norwegians. I noticed that Jul was among them, obviously preferring the company of boys closer to his own age.

As I stood at the gunwale looking toward the shore, the man that Jul was with came up to me.

"Jul enjoys being with the boys, I see," he remarked with a chuckle.

"I am not surprised," I replied, "They are a nice bunch of boys."

"Yes," he said, "And I believe your own son is among them?"

"Yes," I replied, "though in a way most of them are my sons."

"So I understand," he replied.

Then he stuck out a hand:

"My name is Per," he said, "I am Jul's father."

"I am Jonathan," I replied, shaking his hand.

Per explained that he was a single parent who had adopted Jul when he was a baby. Jul was the unwanted child of Per's niece. She had been drugged and raped at a party when she was in high school and Jul was the result. The pregnancy was discovered too late for abortion and Per had stepped in to adopt him rather than have him taken up by a state institution.

I felt we were kindred spirits, so I told Per my own story: How my wife and I had parted ways; how Dirk had chosen to live with me; how Josh and the other boys had become a part of our all male family; how we had all come to live on Skobbejak and what our plans were for the future.

Per was an officer in the Norwegian Army and had been on long leave between deployments on UN peacekeeping missions. He had taken Jul on an extended holiday because his next deployment would keep them apart for a whole year, possibly longer. Per and Jul had never been separated before. Per had always had headquarters appointments and it had been possible for Jul to stay with him in whatever city he had been posted to. However, this time Per would be deployed in a remote and dangerous situation and Jul would have to stay in Norway with Per's family. Both Per and Jul were dreading the separation, not least because Per's family had never really taken to Jul, owing to the circumstances of his birth. Jul was acutely aware of this and had begged to be allowed either to go with Per or to be placed in a boarding school rather than stay with Per's family.

As we chatted, Jul and Johan came up to us, hand in hand.

"Papa," said Jul, "We want you and the captain to come below and play with us."

"Yes, Uncle Jonathan," added Johan, "It will be cool!"

I felt my cock tingle at the idea of the four of us having sex together. I looked at Per.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"I'm game!" said Per.

"Then so am I!" I replied, and the four of us went down the forward companionway into the crew quarters, where the whole deck had been turned into one big bed with mattresses from the bunks that lined the sides.

***

After a night of non-stop sex we arrived back at our berth in the Marina just as the sun was coming up. We said farewell to our guests and handed them over to Henk, who was already waiting to welcome them and taken them back to their hotels.

Per and I exchanged contact details, promising to keep in touch. I wished him well on his deployment and he expressed the hope that our ship school venture would be a success. I noticed Jul look a question at Per when he mentioned this, but Per did not explain.

I said goodbye to Jul and said that I hoped the time would go quickly while his father was away. He shook my hand and said "thank you" politely, but the sadness in his eyes was heartrending.

Before Henk left with the guests he said he would be back soon to pick up his boys. In the meantime they should make themselves useful cleaning and tidying. He said that, when he got back he had to talk to me about a problem that had come up. I wondered momentarily what it could be but then put it out of my mind while we set out about getting Skobbejak shipshape again.

A couple of hours later Henk returned. He had Jens's younger brother, Erik, in tow. Shirtless and barefoot as always, Erik had a small beach bag slung over his shoulder that I thought nothing of at the time. Erik looked as if he had been crying, but as soon as he spotted Jens helping with the deck swabbing, he seemed to cheer up at once, dropped his bag on the deck and ran off to join his brother.

Henk picked up Erik's bag and motioned me conspiratorially into the wheelhouse so we could speak in private. Once there Henk told me that Jens's mother had skipped Durban to evade being arrested on a charge of murder arising out of the stabbing of a client. She claimed that she had done so in self-defence, but the client happened to be Sergeant Scholtz's brother-in-law, who had demanded free services from her on the strength of his relationship with the policeman. Jens's mother had no illusions about her chances of survival if she fell into Scholtz's clutches, so she had fled the country, probably into neighbouring Mozambique, abandoning both Erik and Jens in Henk's care.

The problem was that Henk's partner, Sergeant Scholtz, had told Henk in a fury that he was to "get rid of" the boys to teach her a lesson. Henk had pleaded for them, arguing that their mother would suffer much more anguish if they were simply put out on the street. Scholtz finally relented and agreed that her flat be taken over by another hooker and that the boys be kicked out onto the street.

Henk proposed that I should take the boys in.

"Good grief, Henk!" I said, "I'm not running a children's home here. I can't take every kid in who's wandering the streets of Durban! Do they have no family at all?"

"Their mother was alone in this country. She's German or Dutch. She jumped off a cargo ship and has been here ever since. I'm sure she's gonna hop on the first ship that will take her out of Maputo. We never gonna see her again!" he replied.

"Then what about a children's shelter?" I asked.

"Ag, Jonathan, they won't survive there. And they got talents other people don't appreciate. You know Jens is a great fuck! And Erik is gonna be just as good! And the best is… they can pay their own way!"

"Henk, you know I'm not going to put them to work doing tricks!"

"So you gonna take them then?"

"No… I mean I wouldn't let them if I did take them!"

I looked across at Jens and Erik, happily helping Rijn and Ben as they sloshed buckets of water and soap over the deck as the older boys swabbed it down with mops. Occasionally the younger boys would "accidentally" empty a bucket over the older boys" legs and then run away squealing as the older boys pretended to be angry and chased them.

Once again I was struck by the physical beauty of their solidly muscled and well-proportioned little bodies and my lower gut lurched pleasantly in affirmation.

"Oh, dammit Henk! Okay, I'll take them," I said, "Another two crew members for the good ship Skobbejak!"

"You won't be sorry!" said Henk, "Shall we say the same price as the other three?"

"That will be the day, Henk! I'm not paying you one cent! You asked me to take them off your hands!"

"Still… I invested a lot of training in them that you gonna benefit from."

"No chance!"

"How about 500 bucks each then?"

"Henk, I'll give you 500 for both… and that's just to get you off my back!"

"Done!" said Henk, who had not really expected to get anything for them.

"And .. ", I said, "You have the job of explaining to Jens what has happened… I presume Erik already knows?"

"No problem," said Henk, and went out to talk to the two boys.

Jens took the news of his mother's disappearance very badly. He ran blindly away from Henk and dived down into the crew quarters, where hurled himself onto a bunk and buried his face in a pillow. He stayed there for hours, refusing to speak to anyone. Not even Erik, who seemed to have gotten over the initial pain very quickly, could entice him to come out.

"Leave him alone," I eventually said to the boys, "He needs some time for himself now."

Late that night I woke in my cabin to find Jens snuggling up to me, obviously in need of human warmth and touch. I put an arm around him and hugged him close. Minutes later, Erik followed, sneaking quietly onto the bed and cuddling up to me on the other side. I hugged him with my other arm. He smiled up at me and closed his eyes. Seconds later we were all three fast asleep together.

Over the next few days Jens slowly got over his grief and got back to his normal cheerful self. The fact that all the boys went out of their way to make Jens and Erik feel loved and welcomed them as brothers in our Skobbejak family helped a great deal in this process. The two of them continued to climb into my bed every night and I did not have the heart to chase them back to their own berths. Fortunately Dirk and Josh, who naturally felt they had a superior claim to that privilege, were very understanding about it and made no objection. Not that they really had any ground for objection: We were not having any sex, after all… the two young boys did not offer it and I did not demand it, however horny it made me to have their warm naked bodies pressed up against mine all night. I realised after a few nights of agonising abstinence that I was basically a security blanket for Jens and Erik and I sometimes had to sneak out and pay a nocturnal visit to one of the other boys to relieve the pressure on my balls.

By then the school holidays were in full swing and Durban was bursting with up-country visitors. To keep the boys busy and also to bring in some income we took tourists on day trips in the harbour and out in the bay. After the novelty wore off the boys complained bitterly about having to wear their navy blue shorts and white T shirts all day in the stifling Durban heat. They wanted to rather go out into the bay to swim and fish without having to wear any irksome clothing.

"We're on holiday Dad!" complained Dirk, "We want to have some fun too!"

We reached a compromise in terms of which the boys would be allowed to wear their sarongs while tour guests were on board and every third day or so we would head up or down the coast a short distance, anchor off one of the beaches and fish or swim.

One afternoon late we arrived back at our berth to find Per and Jul waiting for us. I was glad to see them and invited them on board. I sent Dirk to fetch chairs and cold beers for Per and me. Jul went with him and then hung around with the boys as they went about their various duties at a leisurely end-of-day pace.

As Per and I sat on the folding camp chairs that the boys had brought up for us Per got straight to the point:

"Would you consider taking Jul as a student in your school ship for the time that I am on deployment?" he asked.

I looked at him in surprise.

"Jul and I have been butting heads since we left your ship the other day. He picked up on my wishing you well with the school ship project and has been pestering me ever since to let him school with you rather than stay with the family in Norway. Jul is very persistent and very persuasive and he finally convinced me to at least ask if you would take him. Please don't feel obligated to do so. Our deal is that if you say no, he will accept that as final and he will leave for Norway tomorrow. If you say yes, I have agreed to accept that as final and he will stay."

"And what do you really want to happen?" I asked.

"Well… my head says that it would be better for him to continue his schooling in Norway. But I know that he would be miserable with the family… and my heart says that it is more important for him to be happy… so… if you will have him… that would make me happy too."

"That is fortunate, because my answer would in any event have been yes. I am more than happy to offer Jul a home on Skobbejak while you are on deployment."

I took Per into the wheelhouse, which doubled as my office in harbour. I explained my policy that students were to fit into the discipline and routine as crew members despite the fact that they were paying for the privilege. Per said that he would not have it any other way. I explained that, in contrast with Norway, South African schools still practised corporal punishment and that our school ship was no exception. Per said that he had no problem with boys receiving corporal punishment and, with that settled, Per signed the relevant contracts and other documents. We arranged that Per would go to the Norwegian consulate and the South African Department of the Interior over the next few days and obtain the necessary permits and visas, but that Jul would join the ship's company immediately.

The moment he heard the news, Jul dashed back ashore to fetch the sea bag that he had left with the gate control in the hope that I would say yes. His father, being a soldier, had made sure that Jul had packed sensibly and, above all, lightly. When we went through the recommended checklist with Jul and Per we found that Jul had nothing that was not on the list and required only one or two additional items, such as proper seagoing foul weather gear, that Per would buy the next day.

A few days later Per came to spend his last night in Durban on Skobbejak with us. I offered him and Jul my cabin so they could spend the night in privacy together but both of them said they would be happy if Dirk and I would join them. We did and had a marvellous night of the most passionate sex together. It was a wonderful experience… both lusting and loving… and one which I shall never forget.

The next day Per left early by taxi while Jul was still sleeping as he did not wish to put Jul through an emotional farewell.

And so Jul became Skobbejak's first paying student and crew member. He fitted right in and within just a few weeks Jul had become indistinguishable in appearance from any of the South African boys on board. His milky white skin had tanned a deep golden brown. His hands had become hard and calloused from handling ropes and winches. The heat and the hard physical work had burned off his puppy fat and made his athletic musculature lean and well-defined. His feet were becoming harder and his soles tougher by the day from going barefoot, though the summer-heated Durban tarmac was still a challenge for him and provided the leather-footed South African boys with much entertainment as he winced, hopped and minced over the blistering road and pavement surfaces. By the end of the holiday, however, the skin on the soles of his feet had become as thick and impervious to heat and sharp objects as any of them and they accepted him as… almost… a full-fledged crew member.

The final seal of approval came when one evening he took ten strokes from the "Snake" across his bare back, without yelling, as part of an initiation ritual that the boys had concocted for new members, supposedly to make them feel part of the team, but in reality for their own enjoyment. Jens and Erik were subjected to the same ordeal and, following Jul's example, took their whipping too without a cry, though the tears flowed and their chests heaved with suppressed sobs.

When I pointed out to the other boys that it was not fair to subject the new boys to a whipping ritual that they had not undergone themselves, they answered that they had all been punished with whippings at one time or another and that that ought to exempt them. I conceded the point, but then the ever honest Josh owned up to not having had any lashes to date. As a result of this Josh also had to have ten lashes across his back. Finally, in a fit of fairness and solidarity, the other five boys decided to offer their backs for ten lashes each also.

So the whole crew ended up that evening with thick welts across their backs that felt like they had been stroked with red hot pokers. This did nothing to dampen their sexual appetites, however, as I discovered when Jens and Erik climbed into bed with me again that night. For the first time since their mother had abandoned them they did not just cuddle up to me and fall instantly asleep. Instead, the two of them shuffled up either side of me on their knees, their blue eyes sparkling wickedly with lust. Without saying a word they both bent down and, head to head, put their tongues to work on my cock and balls.

"Wow!" I groaned breathlessly, "If I knew you just needed a whipping to make you horny, I would've leathered you two weeks ago!"

Jens and Erik just gave me a thumbs up, their tongues and lips too busy to respond vocally.

Chapter Ten

All too soon that glorious first summer holiday on Skobbejak came to an end and we started preparing to receive the ten 12 and 13 year old boys who would be joining us for the school ship voyage to Madagascar.

To make tuition and co-ordination with their schools easier in the six months that they would be with us, I had decided we would only take boys who were within a two grade band. For our first "Voyage of Adventure and Discovery" I had pitched the marketing at boys in grades 7 and 8 (12 to 13 year-olds). The response had been overwhelming and the ten available places had been oversubscribed three or four times. Johan and Dirk helped me to choose the ten boys, although it has to be said that their preferences were almost entirely based on the photographs of the boys that the parents were required to submit with their applications:

"This looks like a rugby player, Uncle Jonathan, can we take him?"

"Okay, this oke looks like a weed, let's chuck him"

"We gotta have this one, Dad, just imagine your cock in that mouth"

"Uncle Jonathan, can't we have full length pictures of them next time? In cozzies or even kaalgat! You can't tell what their bodies look like from these head shots!"

The boys worked extra hard during the week before our passengers were expected to arrive: scrubbing, cleaning, polishing, painting and varnishing until Skobbejak positively gleamed and sparkled. The engine, the generator, the pumps and all the ship's electrical and other systems had to be checked and serviced. Fuel and water tanks had to be filled and provisions planned, bought and stowed.

Finally everything was ready to receive our paying guests, who were expected to arrive at various times on a certain Saturday. On the Friday evening before this I held a crew meeting in the saloon and gave the boys their final briefing and instructions.

"Right after this meeting I want you all up on deck to get your hair trimmed." I said to them, 'And remember that the dress is navy blue rugby shorts and white T shirts tomorrow while the parents drop off their kids. We don't want them thinking you're a bunch of savages!"

"Aw, do we have to wear shirts? It's so hot!" several of the boys groaned, and "But we all had haircuts last month," moaned others.

"Yes, you do have to wear shirts. It's just one day, for goodness sake, you won't melt! And, yes, you do have to have your hair trimmed!" I laughed.

"What about sex?" asked Johan.

"Only in the privacy of the crew quarters or in my cabin after lights out. And definitely no sex with the students! I'm serious about this, boys. These kids come from a very different world than yours. They are all from wealthy families and they and their parents would be shocked rigid if they knew what you guys get up to! And that would be the end of our business. So let's just take it easy for the first while, okay?"

"Just because their dads got money and posh cars don't mean they don't get down and dirty sometimes, Uncle Jonathan," said Johan.

"You could be right, Johan," I replied, "But that doesn't change anything. We have to assume they don't."

On that last night of total freedom for the next six months the boys pulled up the gangplank, roped off the gangway and organised a sex party in the crew quarters to which I was also invited.

The invitation, neatly handwritten on a piece of stiff paper and illustrated with stick figures of boys with huge erected cocks and balls, read:

"The horny boys of the Skobbejak

Request the pleasure of the Captain's company

At a Fuck Party.

Where: In the Crew Quarters

When: Tonight from 9pm until whenever

Entry: You need a Stiff Dick to enter

Dress: Come in sarong. Take it off when you like."

I smiled to myself. At least the lectures in social etiquette were being put to good use, I thought.

At 20h30 I watched from the wheelhouse as my boy crew lined up eagerly at the forward coach house giving entrance to the crew quarters where Dirk and Johan had been busy ever since supper. Dressed now in just their skimpy sarongs, they had shampooed their freshly cut hair, scrubbed themselves shiny and positively drenched themselves in deodorant spray before rushing to get in line. As they waited to be allowed below, they jumped up and down on their leathery bare toes and jostled each other in their excitement, their faces lit up with joy, their eyes sparkling and their muscled brown bodies glowing with health.

Finally the small double doors to the coach house opened and Dirk and Johan emerged to an excited ripple of noise from the boys. Then Dirk evidently asked them something and every boy's hand shot up. "Me! Me!" I could hear them calling.

Dirk grinned and said something to Johan. Johan grinned back and then walked slowly down the line, looking the boys up and down. As he came back to the head of the line he touched first Jens and then Rijn on the shoulder. Each of them immediately scampered to the head of the line and squeezed past Dirk to go below.

Dirk explained something to the remaining boys. Then, two by two, they shuffled forward and Dirk inspected each boy's cock for hardness before letting him go below. As their flimsy sarongs concealed nothing, the inspection required little more than a glance at the mostly tented sarong fronts and a quick grip of each boy's cock.

After the first two boys scampered down the ladder it seemed to take an age for the next two to be called forward and inspected.

Ben and Erik were the next two, but they had waited so long that their cocks had gone limp and so they were sent to the back of the line again, where they frantically pumped at their little cocks to get them hard enough to pass muster.

Finally, all the boys were below and Dirk glanced in my direction as if to say that it was time for me to come also.

Watching the ritual that the boys had just gone through had my cock standing at attention and I had no difficulty in passing Dirk's entry test. When his grip on my big swollen shaft lingered beyond what was necessary to determine if it was sufficiently hard, I caught his eye and raised an eyebrow quizzically.

Dirk grinned in reply. Without letting go of my cock, he said, "It's been a week since you fucked me, Dad! I'm just remembering what you feel like!"

I clipped him gently against the back of his head.

"Okay, funny boy," I chuckled, "You can be first tonight!"

"Actually, either Ben or Rijn will be first," Dirk replied, "To enter you have to deposit your fee in the one of the slot machines."

I raised my eyebrow at him again.

"Ben and Rijn are the slot machines, Dad. To get entry you got to insert your cock in one of their slots and deposit some cum."

"Okay, I get it! Clever!" I replied, "So that's why it took so long to get everyone through!"

Dirk clambered down the ladder ahead of me. When I joined him on the deck below I saw that a curtain had been rigged at the end of the landing area to screen off the rest of the crew deck. Just before the curtain there was a table that Rijn and Jens, now naked, were lying over. They gripped the far edge of the table with their hard little hands. Their arses faced me, their thighs spread apart and their toes just touched the deck. On their butt cheeks Johan had written with a thick felt-tipped pen: "Please insert cock and deposit one wad of cum."

Each of the two had just been fucked hard in quick succession by three boys and now they were about to be fucked by Dirk and me.

Johan, playing doorman, quickly unknotted our sarongs and dropped them into a cardboard box with all the others. He squirted a big dollop of lubricant jelly into his palm and slathered our cocks ith it. Then he squirted some more into Rijn's and Jens's cracks and worked it in and around their holes with his strong index and middle fingers.

From the slippery, cum-smeared appearance of Johan's big half-erected shlong and the shiny spatters of cum on his brown legs and feet I could see that he had already made his own deposit. He caught my glance and grinned.

"Ja, Uncle Jonathan, I made my deposit already… Twice!" he said. Then, holding up three fingers, "Three times if you count Dirk and me trying it out when we was setting up!"

I chose Rijn and stepped up behind him. Next to me Dirk had already rammed his rock hard boner into Jens's welcoming arse.

Rijn's well used hole was flexed wide open already and its black depth winked at me where it nestled between the firm round mounds of his smooth, teak brown butt cheeks. Cum dribbled copiously out of the open hole and either ran down the inside of his thighs or dripped in long silver ropes onto the wooden planking between his feet. His hard, lean young body glistened with sweat. I stepped up between his legs, the planking slippery with cum which was now dribbling directly onto my feet.

I could see he was straining to flex his hole open even further open to accommodate my girth. I nestled the tip of my cock against the elastic entrance to his fuck channel, leaned over his back, gripped his shoulders in my hands and pushed my cock in firmly but slowly. Rijn drew in his breath sharply as I entered and then his breath came in quick gasps and pants as his tight but yielding anus drew me in steadily. When my groin came up against his butt cheeks, Rijn let out a long satisfied sigh and then started sliding himself backward and forward on my shaft, actively fucking my cock. As the pleasure built up in my cock, I began to take over the fucking and was soon ramming into him so hard and fast that he began to alternately squeak with pain and croon with pleasure.

After about 5 minutes of hard fucking Rijn cried out with delight and I felt his hard young body buck and shudder underneath me as a long and ecstatic hands-free climax convulsed him.

Five minutes later I felt my own climax building to a crescendo and I quickly withdrew, flipped Rijn onto his back, reinserted my cock and lifted him off the table. He flung his arms around my neck, wrapped his legs around my hips and rode my cock hard into an explosion of ecstasy as I shot jet after jet of hot cum deep inside his warm and slippery fuck channel.

With Rijn still impaled on my still hard cock I carried him through the curtain into the crew quarters, now converted with some clever, though primitive, lighting and sheets hung from the overhead beams, into an imitation of a sleazy dockside club. The boys sat or lay about on mattresses and cushions strewn about the floor. Against one bulkhead they had constructed a kind of sofa out of packing cases, a mattress and pillows. Johan ushered me to take my seat on this.

Against the forward bulkhead they had constructed a makeshift stage with more packing cases, overlaid with canvas. From an overhead beam a single spotlight illuminated the stage.

As I sat down on the sofa, Rijn planted his knees on the mattress either side of me and, his arms still around my neck, began raising and lowering his body on my now slowly softening shaft, willing it to harden and stay inside him.

As Rijn continued his efforts to revive my cock, Tiaan and Joshua stepped onto the stage. Tiaan being a provincial gymnast and Joshua being naturally athletic, they had worked up a highly erotic gymnastic routine that ended with Tiaan fucking Joshua in an impossible position which soon had me hard again quite independently of Rijn's efforts and soon the 11 year old was practically purring with pleasure as he rode my cock and I masturbated him in return.

In the next act Dirk fucked the 6 year old Erik while Johan fucked his 8 year old brother, Jens. It would probably be more accurate to say that Dirk and Johan had their cocks fucked by the two younger boys. As always, the strength, passion, vigour and single-minded intensity that the two young brothers put into their fucking was a massive turn-on in itself and the reason that they had become everyone's favourite fuckmates of late.

By now Ben had replaced Rijn and was kneeling between my knees as he deep-throated my cock.

The final act started with Dirk lying on the stage and stroking his swollen cock. Johan then came in, straddled Dirk and took Dirk's cock up his arse. Then Joshua came in and inserted his cock into Johan's arsehole together with Dirk's, stretching Johan's hole almost wide enough to take Tiaan's ham fist. After a while Tiaan came in and started fucking Joshua's arsehole. Jul came in and fucked Dirk's mouth. Then all of the younger boys except Ben came up at once and stuck their cocklets into any spare mouth they could find. Ben was by now impaled on my cock with his back to me, his eyes glazed with lust and his mouth hanging open slackly as he rode up and down my shaft like a machine.

After the last act we all ended up on the mattress and cushion strewn floor and the night was given over to seemingly endless rounds of hard, no holds-barred sex in between frequent breaks for snacks and cold drinks.

The boys were fit and tireless and their energy was infectious. Spurred on by this I managed to fuck every one of the boys that evening… some more than once. It was well after midnight when, one by one and two by two, we all started drifting into deeply satisfying sleep in whatever cum puddle we happened to be lying at the time.

Despite going to sleep very late, we were all up early the next morning and the boys quickly cleaned up the mess in the crew quarters and then showered off the film of dried cum, sweat, grime and the general detritus of man or boy sex smeared over their bodies before changing into their navy blue rugby shorts and white T-shirts in readiness to receive the students who would be arriving on that Saturday.

One by one during the course of the day our paying guests were dropped off by their anxious parents. They arrived wearing navy blue rugby shorts and white T-shirts as per the written instructions I had sent their parents. Most of them, being Durban boys, came barefoot. A few arrived wearing sneakers and socks despite having been advised in advance that shoes were not permitted on board. But they quickly and happily removed their shoes and socks on coming aboard and seeing all the other boys barefoot. I smiled when I overheard one of them saying crossly, "I told you so, Mom!" as he handed his shoes and socks to his parents to take back home with them.

I met and welcomed the parents and their sons as they arrived. I then handed them over to either Johan or Dirk, depending on whose watch the boy had been dealt into. They would take the boy and his parents first to the boy's quarters and then on a tour of the ship before bringing them back to me to finalise certain administrative issues. This included receiving their son's passport and pocket money for safekeeping in the ship's safe.

By late afternoon all ten students had reported on board and were being briefed and oriented by their watch leaders, Dirk and Johan. The reception procedures had gone pretty smoothly, although I had a few anxious moments in one case.

Stefan, a handsome Afrikaans 13 year old, was delivered by his father, Hein Smit, who was well known in Durban as a Mixed Martial Arts fighter. Hein was a big superbly muscled man with piercing blue eyes. His blonde hair was shaved in a crew cut. Dressed in baggy shorts and beach slops, he was shirtless except for a scrap of a waistcoat whose sole purpose was clearly to showcase his sculpted pecs and abs and his bulging shoulders and arms. Every boy aboard recognised him at once and crowded around him excitedly. Stefan was the image of his father, with the same piercing blue eyes and bristled blonde hair. He was barefoot, of course, and his T shirt and rugby shorts fitted tightly on his muscular young body.

Johan was down below at this moment, settling one of the students into his quarters, so he missed the initial excitement. When Johan joined us afterward, a momentary falter in Hein's voice and the way Johan's eyebrows shot up in surprize for the briefest of seconds alerted me to the fact that they knew each other. They gave no further sign of it, however, and I refrained from saying anything myself. After this, the way they eyed each warily, while carefully avoiding making eye contact or speaking to each other, seemed to confirm my first impression.

I strongly suspected that Hein may have been one of Johan's clients or that he may have come across him at one of the legendary Rajah's Palace weekends. I realised that it could become very awkward if that were the case and that there was a danger that Hein might withdraw Stefan. I decided that the best way to deal with the situation was to give them the opportunity to chat privately, without involving me. So I suggested that Johan show Hein where his son would be living while I had a chat with Stefan. Despite an obvious hesitance, Hein and Johan both left and went below.

While they were away I engaged Stefan in conversation. He told me that he and his dad lived alone together and that his mom was not around. He was very proud of his father's fame and success as a MMA fighter and wanted to follow in his footsteps. He told me that he was home-schooling three days a week but the other four days he spent all day in his dad's gym: training hard on weights and in wrestling and Muay Thai kickboxing. His hard and exceptionally muscular young body was testimony to the hard work and dedication that he was putting into his future career. He had been fighting in junior competitions since he was 10 years old. He told me proudly that he had fought in 60 fights since then and had only ever lost five.

Johan and Hein were away for a long time but eventually emerged smiling from the small after companionway which led down to my own cabin. Hein had his arm around Johan's shoulders and Johan had his arm around Hein's waist as they came up to me. They seemed a little flushed and I noticed that their shorts fronts bulged rather more prominently than they had before.

"I just realised that Johan and I know each other from somewhere," Hein said vaguely.

"Small world!" I remarked.

"Yes Uncle Jonathan," said Johan, "And Uncle Hein asked me to keep an eye on Stefan and teach him everything I know!"

"Well," I chuckled, "I hope Uncle Hein knows what he is letting Stefan in for!"

"Oh, I know exactly!" said Hein with a wink, "And I wanted to talk to you about the possibility of rather letting Stefan bunk with the crew… to get the full experience, if you know what I mean."

"Erm… I'm not exactly sure…," I hedged.

"Look, can we talk in private?" said Hein.

"Sure, we can go to the wheelhouse," I replied.

Alone with me in the wheelhouse Hein explained:

"You see," he said. "Stefan and I have been alone since his mother left us when he was about 3. I don't blame her. I realised soon after we married that I have always been gay, although I could not admit it to myself when I was younger. She had custody of Stefan at first but then brought him back to me because her new boyfriend did not want to take on someone else's son. Johan told me about you and him and I am sure he will tell you about him and me. He was a rent boy that I picked up on the beach front one day and I became a regular client until recently when he seemed to disappear from the beach front. Now I know what happened to him and I am very pleased for him. He is a really great kid and deserves the chance you are giving him. Johan also told me about the great relationship you have with your son. Stefan and I have a similar relationship. I would like him to share the same experience that your boys have."

"Well, there are a few spare bunks in the crew quarters, but you do realise that I cannot give you a reduction in fees just because he will not be living in the more comfortable accommodation that you have paid for," I said.

"No problem at all! The extra tuition he will be getting will more than make up for it," Hein said with a wink.

"And one more thing…" I said, "Although you have already given permission for your son to receive corporal punishment in line with education department regulations, you have to understand that my crew boys are subject to much harsher corporal punishment. If you have no problem with that I will be happy to sign your son on as the second paying crew member!"

"Johan told me about that and I have no problem with it at all. Stefan is a tough kid. He has grown up in the MMA cage and knows how to both take and give a beating. I have never been one to spare the rod myself and I trust you not to take it to extremes," he replied.

"Then let's shake on it," I said, holding out my hand, which Hein grasped and shook.

"One last thing…" I said, "Did you fuck Johan just now?"

Hein grinned broadly.

"Actually, I did… I hope it's not a problem. Johan showed me your cabin and then locked the door and stripped… how could I say no?"

"How indeed!" I laughed, "When Johan offers you that stunning body of his no one can say no!"

"You can say that again," Hein agreed.

"Perhaps you would like to spend some time with Stefan before you go?" I offered, "You are welcome to use my cabin"

"That would be great," Hein replied, "And perhaps you and your son could join us?"

"Just what I had in mind!" I replied.

Over the next hour the four of us shared both the tender love and the animal lust of father and son sex. For myself, though I loved having sex with all my boys, sex with my son Dirk was always particularly special. Watching Hein with Stefan I realised that, though their love-making was hard and rough (perhaps not surprising given Hein's profession and Stefan's own passion for it), they too had a very special bond and loved each other deeply.

Although Dirk and Stefan were both prepared to bottom for each other, it was obvious that they both actually preferred to top and, like boys everywhere who meet for the first time, spent much of the time trying to assert dominance over each other. Their fucking quickly devolved, quite literally, into a cock fight in which they seemed almost to take turns in raping each other violently. Hein and I stopped what we were doing for a while to watch the two boys as they lustfully wrestled and rutted, their back, buttock and thigh muscles bunching and writhing as they ploughed each other's arses with their eager cocks. Ultimately Stefan, clearly the harder and stronger of the two boys, won the competition, pinning Dirk down and fucking him vigorously until he climaxed, which he did with a grinning bellow of triumph. Dirk did him the honour of cumming almost simultaneously on the bedcover beneath him.

Although we had some exceptionally big boy cocks on board (and I was glad to see that Stefan was no exception) it was great to feel Hein's man-sized cock up my own arse for a change. Hein's cock, though impressive, did not match my own for length and girth, so that when it was my turn to fuck Stefan, it was quite a painful ordeal for him at first. I withdrew and said that we should stop as I did not want to hurt him, but he manfully insisted that we carry on. We did and, although it became easier as we went along, I could see that it was painful for him right to the end.

"That's good, my boy, I'm proud of you," said his dad while I used part of the bed sheet to wipe up the cum dribbling out of his now well-stretched bumhole.

"Thanks Dad," Stefan beamed.

"Yes, you did great," Dirk added, "A few more fucks from my Dad and it won't hurt any more."

"Thank you, Uncle Jonathan," said Stefan as he stood up, gingerly reaching between his legs to finger his tender anus, "That was real lekker, even though it was fucken sore!"

We all laughed at the rueful expression on his handsome face.

When, soon after, we exited my cabin through the saloon one of the new boys was sitting alone at the table thumbing through a small photo magazine. He had green eyes and a thatch of sun-bleached strawberry blonde hair and I remembered that his name was Ian. He had taken off his shirt to reveal a broad-shouldered, nicely muscled swimmer's or surfer's body with a golden brown tan. He looked up at me mischievously and asked with a wink,

"Did you guys have fun, Captain?"

I stopped and looked at him quizzically, wondering what he might know or have guessed. He looked back down at his magazine without waiting for an answer, but I saw that he was scratching his cheek with his middle finger extended out of his fist in the well-known sign for fucking. I realised that he knew exactly what we had been up to and I thought, now what?

I decided to brazen it out.

"Actually Ian, we did, thanks," I said, "Next time you should join us."

Ian looked up from his magazine with another cheeky grin,

"I'll take you up on that, Captain! I thought I was gonna be bored but I can see this is gonna be a real fun trip!"

I reached over and picked the magazine off the table. It was a well-thumbed copy of a boy porn magazine. I looked from Ian to the magazine and back to Ian. Ian was completely unfazed.

"You wanna use it, Captain?" he asked cheekily. As he said it he turned to me, moved his legs slightly apart and placed the palm of his hand against his cock, which was clearly erected and hard under the fabric of his shorts. I was not sure if he was referring to the magazine or his cock and I realised that the double entendre was intentional.

I paused and then I smiled as I handed the magazine back to him.

"Another time, perhaps," I said.

"Sure Captain, just say when!" he replied with a broad grin.

As I turned to go up on deck I thought to myself; "That boy is either going to be a lot of fun or a lot of trouble!"

***

In the harbour alongside at night we always had just one boy on watch at any time. With the exception of Erik, who was just too young at 6, the boys took it in turns to stand two hour watches through the night from lights out at 22h00 until reveille at 06h00. As there are only four two hour watches between those times, this meant that the boys stood harbour watch only once every other night. Once the students had completed their first week's orientation and deck hand training, they would also join the watchkeeping system, although after that we would be at sea and would operate a more rigorous system.

About half an hour after lights out I always did my final rounds of the ship before turning in for the night and that Saturday was no exception. After stripping and showering in my cabin I changed into my sarong and then I started my rounds at the wheelhouse where the boy on watch was usually stationed if he was not doing rounds himself. I found Tiaan there and he greeted me a little breathlessly.

Though not on watch, Josh was also hanging about in the wheelhouse, looking a little sheepish. I knew Josh and Tiaan had become very close lately. In fact, they were more than close: they were obviously completely infatuated. They were together all the time. They were constantly touching, stroking, holding hands and kissing. They even shared a bunk, not a comfortable arrangement at best in the cramped spaces of the crew quarters. However, there were two bunks in the forepeak that were slightly wider than the other bunks that lined the sides of the crew quarters. These were originally allocated to the two watch leaders, but Dirk had given up his so that Josh and Tiaan could sleep together.

"But when you guys break up, it comes back to me!" had been Dirk's only condition.

The boys termed this kind of relationship as "being boyfriends." I liked this term because it avoided the labelling attached to who took the dominant and who the submissive role in the relationship. I found it interesting that, without this labelling, "topping" and bottoming" became roles which the "boyfriends" would continually swap, depending on the situation. Referring to your boyfriend, or any other boy for that matter, as your "bitch" was strictly prohibited.

Although the general rule on Skobbejak was that no one was allowed exclusive rights to anyone's sexual favour, the boys tacitly accepted that when two boys were "boyfriends" they were, by and large, out of general circulation… if they wanted to be, that is… everyone accepted that, when it comes to sex, boys are naturally promiscuous: in other words, that boys are basically sluts!

These love affairs seldom lasted for more than a week. Break-ups were usually mutual, never dramatic and quickly forgotten. In this respect I often thanked my stars that I did not have a ship full of girls!

I knew from their tented shorts that Tiaan and Josh had probably been making out before they spotted me approaching the wheelhouse. Strictly speaking my standing orders forbade boys on watch to have sex while on duty. But I did not enforce the rule while we were tied up alongside. Of course it was an entirely different matter at sea, where the infraction would have earned the culprits a sound whipping.

"Geez, boys, can you just keep your hands out of each other's pants until you go to bed!" I joked.

"Sorry, Uncle Jonathan," the two boys chorused.

"That's okay, I'm just teasing you," I replied.

"We were just experimenting to see if we could cum from tongueing," Josh added.

"So did it work?" I asked.

"We dunno yet," said Tiaan.

"Well you better carry on where you left off, then. Let me know if it works," I said, giving each of them a quick hug before leaving to continue my rounds. They needed no further encouragement and before I was out the door they had resumed "sucking face" as the boys called it.

I then went forward to check on the crew quarters. I found Johan and the new boy, Stefan, intertwined in the other forepeak bunk, already far down the road of mutual stimulation and quite oblivious to my presence. Jens and Erik were missing from their bunks and I guessed that I would find them in my own bed, either asleep or, more probably, engaged in sex play while they waited for me to join them. Ben was also missing but I supposed that he may have gone to the head to relieve himself. Rijn, Jul and Dirk were all asleep in their own bunks.

I climbed back on deck and then went below amidships to check on the nine students in the guest quarters. It had been a very busy day for them and it seemed that they were all asleep behind their closed cabin doors.

Just as I was about to mount the companionway ladder to go on deck I heard sounds coming from one of the cabins. I moved close to the cabin door and listened for a moment. From the name card on the door I saw that the cabin had originally been allocated to Ian and Stefan. Stefan's name had been crossed out since he had been moved to the crew quarters, so Ian should have been on his own in the cabin. There were a few thumps from the other side of the door and then some urgent murmuring followed by a muffled yelp. At once I pushed the door open and switched on the cabin light. Startled, Ian jumped back and stood wide-eyed with his back against the bulkhead, desperately but inadequately trying to hide his hugely erected cock behind his hands. Bent over the side of the bunk with his legs spread apart and his toes on the deck was Ben. Ben looked sideways up at me and grinned sheepishly.

I looked Ian's body over appreciatively for a moment. As I had seen earlier in the day, he had the lean and muscular build of a swimmer or surfer. His whole body was deeply tanned, except for a creamy white band around his middle that was obviously usually covered by his swimming shorts. His long thighs swelled pleasantly and his calves bulged very prominently above long well-shaped feet that were obviously used to going bare. His uncut cock curved gently upward to where it bobbed excitedly against the ridged muscles of his belly. An untidy thatch of straight red-gold hair crowned an attractive, impish face, hanging over his ears and his beautiful green eyes.

"So what's going on here?" I asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the other boys.

After the initial shock Ian had quickly regained his composure. He had noticed my interested gaze linger over his body, and he had recognized the lust in my eyes. The familiarity of this restored his confidence. His mouth widened in the cheeky grin that had enchanted me earlier and he slowly moved his hands to his sides, making no further attempt to hide his erected penis, which stood out hard and proud. Indeed he seemed almost to be displaying it for my view.

"Wow, that sarong really looks sexy on you, Captain," said Ian.

I did not answer.

"Ben, what did I tell you just last night?" I asked.

"No sex with the guests!" he replied at once, looking like "Oh shit, I just remembered!."

"So what now?" I asked.

"You gotta whip my butt!" Ben replied, with a rueful smile.

"That's right!" I said.

"Captain, it's not Ben's fault… it was me that asked him to come here!" said Ian.

"So you'll take his butt-whipping instead?" I asked him seriously.

"Sure!" said Ian at once.

I looked into Ian's eyes for a moment. His steady green eyes held mine. I liked what I saw.

"Okay, Ben, skedaddle back to your bunk and go to sleep. Remember next time you ask before you have sex with one of the guests!"

A relieved Ben quickly pulled his shorts on and skedaddled.

"So would you have said okay if Ben had asked you?" Ian asked.

"Probably not then," I replied after a long silence while I thought about it, "But now I probably would."

Ian grinned broadly at this. Then he looked serious for a moment.

"So you gonna whip my butt now?"

"Not this time," I replied with a wink, ruffling his red-gold hair a second time that day, "But now you owe me!."

"I'll pay up now if you want," he grinned, turning his back to me and looking over his shoulder as he bent slightly, spread his legs and pulled his butt cheeks apart with his hands.

"Tempting though that is," I said as I playfully slid my middle finger up his crack, "I think I should get to know you better first!"

As my finger touched his pucker I saw it widen instantly into a deep and open hole, a sure sign of a frequently fucked and well trained bum hole. I felt my cock come to life at the realisation and very quickly it was lifting up the front of my sarong. Ian slid onto his bunk and lay on his back, fingering the tip of his cock and eyeing my rapidly tenting sarong.

"You sure, Captain? I'm a good fuck you know!"

"Says who?" I asked teasingly.

"My dad… my uncle… my other uncle… my three older brothers .." he replied, counting off on his fingers, "My cousin… my swimming coach… the man next door… a bunch of my dad's mates… a bunch of my brothers" mates… the TV repair man… the pool boy… the paper boy… there's dozens more!"

"Wow, that's quite a list!" I said, feeling my cock hardening with each finger that Ian ticked off.

Suddenly Ian swung his feet to the deck and sat up on his bunk, reached across the narrow space between us and slipped his hand under the flimsy fabric of my sarong to grip my cock. His eyes widened at once:

"Wow, that's thick!" he said, lifting the fabric up to expose my whole shaft, "Flippen thick and flippen long!"

"Fuckit, Mister, I never had something that big inside me before!" said Ian in awe.

"Started something you can't finish?" I teased.

"No way, Captain, I'm not scared of anything!" he replied.

I reached out and pushed the cabin door closed, locking it with the push bolt. Then I unknotted my sarong and let it fall to the deck.

Immediately Ian leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth. His wide mouth took my considerable girth quite comfortably and soon his head was bobbing rapidly up and down the top third of my shaft, while his tongue and lips worked an incredible magic on the tip of my cock. After a while he stopped bobbing up and down and started slowly working my cock steadily deeper and deeper into his throat. After swallowing a couple of centimetres he would stop moving and breath quick and fast through his nose for a bit while he tried to relax his throat muscles a little more before pushing down further. When he had managed to take about two thirds of my cock down his throat he suddenly he pulled off my cock and spun around to lie on his back with his head hanging off the side of the bed so that his mouth and his throat aligned in a straight line. Ian was obviously very experienced at this!

"Put it in again, Mister, slowly, and slide it all the way into my throat," he said. I pushed my swollen purple head into his gaping mouth and then, slowly, centimetre by centimetre, I pushed my shaft down his throat. Being deep-throated by this expert 13 year old was an unbelievable turn-on: I loved watching the progress of my thick penis down his throat as it actually seemed to swell the front of his smooth young neck. Finally, and incredibly, my whole shaft was inside his mouth and throat and he started doing a swallowing movement that really set me on the high road to climax. Involuntarily I started fucking his throat. I saw Ian's eyes widen momentarily in panic and he pushed against my thighs with his hands, but I kept going, steadily faster and harder. In minutes my cock went into spasm and the exquisite ecstasy of climax flooded through my body as I squirted every ounce of cum straight down Ian's throat.

"Wow! That was fantastic!" I panted when the last delicious shudder had convulsed my body.

Ian sat up, grinning widely. He tried to speak but his words came out in hoarse squeaks and quacks. He seemed to have lost his voice for the moment.

"Are you okay?" I asked him anxiously, wondering how I was going to explain this to a doctor.

For answer he bobbed his head and gave me a thumbs-up sign.

Then I had an idea and I said to him:

"Let's carry on in my cabin, there's much more space there."

He mouthed the word "cool" but barely a whisper crossed his lips, so he confirmed his agreement with another thumbs-up sign.

"Now I know how to keep you quiet!" I teased.

Ian grinned in reply.

I scooped up my sarong and we both padded naked through the saloon to my cabin. Going through the first door, which I latched securely against being disturbed, we entered the small lobby where my private head and shower, as well as the ladder leading to the upper deck, were situated.

I pushed open the door to my cabin, to be greeted, as I expected, by the sight of Jens and Erik sitting up on my bed side by side with their backs against the pillows, grinning and masturbating each other. Their black hair and mahogany all-over tan contrasted starkly with the big fluffy white pillows they were leaning against. They were completely unfazed by the presence of a stranger.

"We been waiting for you, Uncle Jonathan," they chorused.

"Yes I know," I replied.

"Hullo! You gonna fuck with us?" Jens asked Ian.

Ian grinned widely and bobbed his head.

"You really white around your middle!" said Erik, "Check! We brown all over!"

"That'll change when we get to sea, Erik," I said, "Then Ian will be able to go kaalgat all day just like you."

Ian jumped onto the bed and scrambled up to sit next to Jens.

Jens reached out his other hand at once, closed his fingers around Ian's still erected cock and began to pump his hard strong little hand up and down Ian's shaft. Ian lay back with his eyes shut and his hands behind his head, a blissful sigh escaping his lips as he enjoyed Jens's expert manipulation of his throbbing penis. Soon Jens let go of his brother's rigid cocklet and rolled over to take Ian's hard fat meat between his lips. Erik quickly scurried to the bottom of the bed where I was standing, enjoying the show, and dangled his brawny little legs over the edge, his hands holding his hard little cock perpendicular and his smiling blue eyes inviting me to suck it.

I smiled at the 6 year old's eagerness, went down on my knees between his spread-apart thighs and took his cock, quivering like a live thing, between my lips.

By the time I had worked Erik up to a long and shuddering climax, my own cock had come alive again, so I flipped him over and fucked his tight but compliant bumhole until I cummed a second time that night.

After that Erik and I cuddled on one side of the bed and he went to sleep in my arms as I watched Ian fucking Jens long and hard next to me. Jens convulsed into a long dry orgasm just before Ian went into spasm and reached the climax that he had been craving for all day.

Almost immediately afterward Jens fell asleep. By then I was hard again, so Ian and I gently moved Jens and Erik to one side of the bed and Ian eagerly lay face down on the bed, his middle propped up with pillows and spread his butt cheeks open for me.

As he did so I noticed for the first time that his otherwise perfect arse bore a latticework of many faint silver scars, barely visible against the smooth creamy white skin of his buttocks. I wondered what that was about but I said nothing.

I thought he would be as tight as Stefan had been, but my swollen cock slid in comfortably after just a modicum of resistance in the beginning. From this and from the expert way Ian actively worked the shaft and especially the tip of my cock with his sphincter muscles I realised that Ian was indeed a very experienced little fuck.

As I banged away at Ian's delectable young arse I reflected on the good fortune that had swelled my boy harem by two more sex hungry young boys in just one day.

Later, as we lay cuddled together in the glow of sexual satisfaction, I mentioned this to Ian and I wondered idly how many of the other new boys harboured similar lusts.

"Prob'ly all of "em, Uncle Jonathan," he said in a hoarse whisper, his throat just starting to recover from the deep throat hammering it had gotten from my cock, "I never met a boy yet that didn't love sex after I showed him!"

"Actually, that does seem to be true!" I replied, "But how much experience could a young boy like you possibly have had introducing boys to sex?"

"Plenty, Uncle Jonathan! Plenty!" Ian replied empatically, "I got chucked out of a couple of schools every year since I was six for "corrupting" other boys. If they could just keep their fucken mouths shut! I teach them the greatest thing they ever gonna know and they gotta go and blab about it to their moms and dads!"

"Oh ho!" I chuckled, "So is my boat school then the last hope for you?"

"Sure!" Ian said unabashed, "There's no school in Durban will take me anymore! When my dad saw the ad he said "Fucken fantastic, they won't chuck you off in the middle of the ocean!""

I laughed out aloud at this.

"What does your dad think about you being such a sex addict?"

"He thinks it's cool. He says it's not me that has a problem… it's the tight asses that run the schools! It's just all the money I cost him when he has to pay people to make the complaints go away!"

"I'm sure that can be a problem," I said as I probed his bum hole absent mindedly with a finger.

"But sometimes they wouldn't take the money and I had to go to court!"

"Ah!" I said, "Is that where you got those scars on your bum?"

Ian reached behind him and ran his fingers over his buttocks as if trying to feel the scars.

"Ja," he replied, "That was the fucken pits! Three times I got twelve lashes down in the basement there at the police station. You know, that place where you can hear the boys screaming when you pass in the afternoon? I always feel sorry for them "cos I been there and I know what it's like. Every time they whipped me I had blood running down!"

"Ouch, that must have been terrible!" I sympathised, my cock hardening at the mental picture of Ian lying naked over a wooden bench as a policeman whipped his arse bloody with his long yellow rattan cane.

"That's for fucken sure!" Ian replied vehemently, "But you know what's funny?"

"What?" I asked.

"When the magistrate sentences me he tells me what a perv I am and how I deserve to get locked up forever to keep the innocent boys of the community safe. Then when I go down into the basement this big fucken police sergeant comes and fucks my arse stukkend (broken). And his mates also line up for a fuck. Then he whips my arse bloody with this big fucken cane. Then, while I'm still shaking and crying and I can hardly stand up straight, he makes me suck his cock that's still got his cum and my shit on it. And when I'm finished he says I'll make a great rent boy and I must come work for him and he will make sure this never happens to me again!"

"So did you become a rent boy then?" I asked.

"I didn't then," said Ian, "I thought "fuck him! I wanna do sex for fun, not to make someone else money". And the second time it happened I still thought "fuck him!" But after the third time I thought "Okay, this is getting serious. How bad can it be?""

"So do you know Johan and Ben and the others in my crew who used to be rent boys?" I asked.

"No," he replied, "Maybe they hustled the beach front. I did more call boy work, where I went to guy's homes or hotels."

"Did your dad know?" I asked.

"Sure! He didn't mind. He said at least it keeps me out of trouble. He thought it was a big turn-on actually! He used to get all his mates to book me for fucks!"

"So how did you get out of it?"

"I'm not out of it. I don't really want to get out of it. I like the sex too much to give it up! It's just I can't go to a proper school now, so my dad arranged for me to go on your school boat for a while till things settle down a bit."

"I see," I replied, "So to get back to my question, you think every boy is a potential sex addict like you?"

"Sure I do! There's at least four boys in those cabins who I'm gonna fuck before the week is over! And I'm gonna fuck the other four the week after!"

"If you can pull that off you can join my crew permanently!" I said

"You serious?" Ian asked.

"Sure!"

"Okay, you're on!" he said, "I'm gonna hold you to that!"

"And in the meantime" he said, closing his hand around my now fully erected cock, "Are you gonna let this go to waste or are you gonna fuck me with it?"

The next two weeks were spent in basic sail and seamanship training, initially in Durban harbour and then on short overnight hops up and down the Natal Coast. Although the new boys were paying students they also had to double as ship's crew, taking their turn on watch and on the helm, especially on an extended voyage such as the one we were about to undertake, and it was important that they be properly trained before we headed out into blue water.

Apart from acquiring the relevant skills, it was necessary to spend some time 'bedding down' the new boys with the existing crew, so that they would be able to work together as a team.

Stefan and Ian, of course, were 'bedding down' with the crew (and, dare I say, the captain) in a different sense of the word from the very first day. And Ian was making great progress convincing the remaining eight students of the pleasures of 'bedding down' in the same way.

On his first day aboard Ian had identified four of them whom he believed would be readily amenable to seduction. I was sceptical, but he proved me wrong, fucking all four of them within as many days. It was easy each morning to spot which boy had yielded to Ian's advances the night before. He could be identified by the air of achievement about him, the expression of satisfaction on his face, the sparkle of self-discovery in his eyes, and the awkward wide legged gait familiar in boys whose newly stretched arses made it a little painful to walk.

I gained respect for Ian's expert eye and instinct. Not surprising, really, when one considered the extensive experience he had picked up, from a very young age, as a horny and promiscuous young boy. When we learned that all four of them had been virgins Ian gained the respect of even the experienced sexual professionals among our boys.

The other four students, however, looked like they were going to be much more of a challenge.

Ian had evidently been particularly smitten by one of them, Michael, a rosy-cheeked Johannesburg boy with sandy hair, blue eyes and a perfect skin.

"He's so beautiful, Uncle Jonathan," Ian enthused, "And he's so cool and his butt is so perfect. I want to lick him all over. His cock is so awesome. I seen him with a morning hard in the shower and I just want to swallow that beaut thing whole. I just want to fuck him so bad, Uncle Jonathan! But he never says a word to me… he just goes red in the face when I say something to him or if I touch him."

"Don't worry about it," I said while the two of us were on watch in the wheelhouse together one balmy night off Margate, "Some people just take longer to break free from the prison of their inhibitions, that's all."

"Yes, but now we can't be open about having sex… the whole boat got to pussyfoot around these okes just 'cos they won't take the carrot outta their arses!" Ian moaned as he swung the wheel gently to counter the long low swells that kept pushing Skobbejak's nose off the wind.

"That's okay… at least you still get to do it with boys who want to… and you won't get expelled for it… only thing is… you have to do it in private," I said with a placating smile.

"Still… it would be great if we could just be open about it," Ian scowled.

The eight-year-old Jens, who was too young to be on watch but liked to hang about in the wheelhouse, smiled at Ian:

"We in private now, if you want to, Ian?" he said beguilingly, fingering his cocklet absently.

Ian looked at Jens with sudden interest. The permanently horny and sexually competent Jens was a favourite among all the boys (and, indeed, of mine) and no one ever turned him down for a fuck if offered. Then his face clouded momentarily.

"Can't now, I'm on duty here, Jens!" he muttered irritatedly.

In the red glow of the wheelhouse night light I watched Ian's long cock quickly fill and harden until it curled characteristically upward with its swollen head bobbing against his hard muscle-ridged belly, just below his navel. The students had quickly adopted the ship's custom of going about naked on board while at sea - virtually a necessity in the heat and humidity of the Indian Ocean off the Natal Coast - and all of them had very quickly lost the white band around their middle that had at first set them apart from my regular crew boys.

Jens, also now hard, grinned at me and then inclined his head toward Ian's hardon, winking at me as he did so. I winked back at him and, with a gesture of my hand, gave him permission to attend to Ian's erected cock. At the same time I stepped up behind Ian and reached over his shoulders to put my own hands on the spokes of the wheel.

"I'll take over for a while," I said to him, "so you can take up Jens's offer"

Ian slipped out from under my arms.

"Thanks, Uncle Jonathan, he said, "Must we go to my cabin or the crew's quarters?"

"No, you can't leave your post… I might need you in a hurry… you must do it right here," I replied.

"Cool!" Ian said with a grin, and then, with heartfelt satisfaction:

"Aah!" as Jens's practised lips closed around the tip of his rock-hard cock.

By turning slightly sideways I could both watch the impromptu sex show and keep an eye on the compass and the radar in between occasionally scanning the night for ships' lights.

Jens was lying on his belly over the chart table with his toes pushing down on the deck when Ian finally shot his load deep inside his fuck channel. Ian crooned his pleasure as his body spasmed repeatedly. Then he lay over the younger boy's muscled brown back with his cock still hard inside him, kissing his neck and back repeatedly before finally standing up and pulling himself out of Jens's bum.

"Your turn, Uncle Jonathan," Ian said breathlessly as he stepped up to the wheel, his long curved cock now hanging down against his left thigh like a slippery eel, still dribbling cum. I knew then that Ian was going to fit right in as another permanent addition to the crew - one that came with the advantage that his dad would no doubt be happy to pay to keep him there!

"Yes, please fuck me, Uncle Jonathan!" piped Jens, who had remained in position over the chart table, looking back at me over his shoulder with pleading eyes.

Although my own cock was rock hard by now, I said to them both:

"Not now, thank you boys. Jens, you can wait a bit longer… I'll be off watch in an hour and then you can come to bed with me."

"Okay, Uncle Jonathan," said Jens, disappointment in his voice as he levered himself off the chart table.

I more than made it up to him when I went off duty later, however.

***

Late on Friday afternoon at the end of the first week of training we arrived back in Durban port. Once Skobbejak had been tied up alongside, the decks scrubbed and all seagoing gear cleaned and stowed, the boys were sent below to shower before reporting back on deck for the weekly Captain's Orders and Defaulters.

I looked over the 19 bright-eyed and sun-browned young boys assembled on the foredeck with a warm feeling in my heart. Every one of them was scrubbed clean and dressed in their 'Number 1' uniforms - navy blue rugby shorts and white T-shirts. As always, they were barefoot. They were looking forward to a weekend off after a week of very hard work but there was a tremor of fearful excitement among them too as they waited to hear who was on the Defaulters List. By now the new boys would have learned from the 'old hands," no doubt with much embellishment, that the week's defaulters always received their punishment before the whole ship's company on Friday evenings… and that the only accepted punishment (by democratic choice of the crew) was a whipping.

First I congratulated all the new boys on the progress they had made during their training. Then I announced the arrangements for the off-duty weekend: Apart from myself and a skeleton watch of two boys whom I would roster so that everyone would have a turn, the boys would be allowed to go ashore from 08h00 until 18h00 sharp on each of the two days of the weekend. They were to move in groups of not less than four. Each group must have at least one 'old hand." They were not to move outside of a defined area along the waterfront. They were to behave themselves and not cause any mischief.

"And now the Defaulters List," I announced, taking a sheet of paper out of my folder.

There was a ripple of anxious fidgeting among the boys as the moment arrived when they would hear which of their number would have his back or bottom striped for the titillation of the rest. Some of the 'old hands' were already fingering the tips of their cocks through the fronts of their shorts in sweet anticipation of being aroused by the sight of their shipmates being stripped and whipped.

"Well…," I said, as I peered at the sheet of paper, "Seems like everyone has behaved himself this week… no defaulters today!"

I was amused to watch the different reactions to the news: Most of them were just relieved. Some (mostly new boys) looked exceptionally relieved… well, good luck to them, I thought, their crimes have gone undetected this week. Others (mostly old hands) looked disappointed… they were clearly looking forward, as always, to the stimulation of watching their mates writhing in pain on the whipping bench. Boys are like that… even the nicest of them… it's just how they are made.

The boys were then dismissed to supper followed by an evening on board playing games and generally goofing around.

Shortly after supper Dirk and Johan came and asked me to meet with the crew in the crew's quarters. Curiously, I followed them. Gathered together in the crew's quarters were all my own boys, together with Jul and Stefan, who were actually paying students but whose dads had asked that they become part of the crew rather than live as passengers in the guest cabins. As such they lived in the crew's quarters and were the only students allowed in that space, which was strictly off limits to the other students.

Except for Stefan, they stood side by side in a semi-circle before me, naked and with their arms around each other's' necks in a chain of intimacy and camaraderie. Stefan stood self-consciously alone in front of the semi-circle. The nakedness was evidently deliberate as Dirk and Johan yanked off their shorts as they stepped off the companion ladder. Dirk joined one end of the semi-circle and Johan stood next to the clearly nervous Stefan with his arm around Stefan's shoulder in a gesture of support and solidarity. The whole space was charged with the boys' excitement.

"So what's this about?" I asked good-naturedly.

"Uncle Jonathan," said Johan, stepping forward with the muscular Stefan, "We, the crew, have decided that, since Stefan is now also a member of the crew, he must be initiated same as the rest of us."

"I see," I said.

I have always been fascinated by the primal instinct among almost every group of boys to put their members through some sort of ordeal as an initiation into the group.

"And what does Stefan say about it?" I asked.

"I'm ready to take my whipping, Uncle Jonathan!" Stefan replied at once, stepping forward. The paleness of his face, the beads of moisture around his mouth and the stiffness of his movements were the only outward signs of the fear that thumped in his breast.

Equally fascinating to me is the willingness that most boys show to actually undergo the (usually painful) ordeal. It seems that the desire to be accepted into the group is one that overpowers even common sense.

"You understand that you don't have to, right?" I asked.

"I must do it, Uncle Jonathan!" he replied determinedly.

"Yes, but you have to confirm to me that it is what you want… you understand? In other words, you are not being forced to do this?" I explained.

"Yes, Uncle Jonathan, I want to do this!"

"Very well, then," I said, nodding to Johan and Dirk, "Get him ready!"

Dirk and Johan each took an arm in hand and led Stefan quite gently to where the foot of the mast passed through the between-deck space to the keel just below the deck we were standing on. Hanging from iron rings on either side of the mast just below the deck above were loops of polyester rope. They tied one to each of Stefan's thick wrists and then passed the ropes through the rings again to hoist him up against the mast.

"Stand on your toes," Dirk instructed.

Stefan complied and Johan and Dirk took up the slack in the ropes before tying them off so that Stefan was now suspended with his toes just touching the deck. This made it difficult for the boy being whipped to twist away from the lash.

Then Johan went to a glass-fronted case against the bulkhead where the instruments of ship board discipline were kept. Pride of place was held by 'the Snake," a black braided leather whip that had formed part of Tiaan's rent boy sex gear before he donated it to Skobbejak for use in maintaining discipline and for the initiation ritual. Sometimes the boys also used it in their own private sexual games and rituals. Johan opened the glass doors, theatrically lifted the Snake out with great reverence and then bore it in the upturned palms of both hands, arms outstretched before him, and offered it to me.

Before taking it from Johan I slowly pulled my T shirt off over my head and handed it to one of the boys to hold. Then closed my fingers around the thick wooden handle of the Snake and lifted it out of Johan's hands.

The boys moved back in the relatively confined space to give me room. I turned to look at the hard, well-developed body of the 13 year old Stefan now strung up against the mast and waiting to receive his initiation whipping. Every muscle in his back was knotted in anticipation of the lash. His calves, thighs and buttocks bulged as he tried to thrust his brawny body up with his toes to relieve the pain in his wrists caused by the ropes. My cock swelled and hardened in appreciation and was soon straining uncomfortably against the front of my shorts. Dirk noticed and thoughtfully stepped up to pull my shorts down to my ankles.

"Thanks, boy," I said to him as I stepped out of them, my hugely erected cock swinging free in comfort and relief and instantly the focus of every boy's hungry gaze.

Then, just before I was about to start whipping Stefan, Johan produced a gigantic black latex dildo.

"Before you begin, Uncle Jonathan, we got a new part to the initiation!" he said.

I watched as Johan held the huge dildo out in the palms of both hands and Dirk liberally squirted baby oil out of a plastic bottle onto it before slathering it generously all over the thick rubber log. Then they both went over to Stefan and, while Dirk squirted baby oil into Stefan's butt hole and tried to spread the straining muscles of his hard round butt cheeks apart, Johan slowly inserted the dildo into Stefan's fuck hole. It was the thickest object that Stefan had ever had stuck up his arse and the process took a long and painful ten minutes, with Stefan moaning, grunting and squeaking with pain as the giant dildo slowly filled his insides.

Finally, the dildo was in all the way, adding hugely to Stefan's pain and discomfort. As Johan and Dirk stepped back the dildo started to slide out again as Stefan's bumhole just naturally tried to shit it out.

Johan quickly shoved it back in again, leaning over Stefan's shoulder to whisper in his ear. Stefan nodded desperately and clenched his anus hard in an effort to stop the dildo from sliding out again. Then Johan announced, for my benefit, since the boys had already agreed that the initiation ritual would include this new ordeal:

"The new part is the boy being initiated must keep the dildo in his bum through the whole whipping. If it falls onto the floor before the last stroke, the whipping will start over again."

"Stefan, I did not know about the new rule," I said to him, "Do you still want to go ahead?"

Stefan bobbed his head again in affirmation, not trusting himself to speak.

So then I took up position behind Stefan, flicked the Snake behind me until the lash straightened and then immediately snapped it forward to whistle through the warm air and crack against Stefan's brawny back with a sound like a pistol shot.

All the boys called out 'One!" in unison as Stefan's body jerked violently against the mast but, evidently well-briefed on the etiquette of crew whippings, he choked off the scream that leapt unbidden into his throat and let out nothing more than a strangled groan. The watching crew boys smiled and nodded their approval.

On the third sizzling stroke the dildo started sliding out but, with a desperate effort, Stefan managed clench his anus tight before it came out all the way. However, it was now more difficult to keep it in and on the fourth stroke it squirted out and landed on the deck with a rubbery thud.

Johan sprang forward and reinserted it. Once again he leaned in and whispered in Stefan's ear, patting him on the shoulder in encouragement. Stefan nodded. He had not yet screamed but his eyes welled with tears of pain.

"Now the whipping must start over!" Johan announced.

Stefan groaned quietly.

"One!" the boys chorused as the next searing stroke snapped into Stefan's back. With a superhuman effort Stefan kept his eyes shut and focused all his attention on keeping the dildo in his arse.

One by excruciating one the Snake latticed the quivering flesh of Stefan's barbarically muscled brown back with thickly ridged red and purple welts. A jerk of the body and a strangled grunt was the only sign that he gave of the great pain he was experiencing. With amazing concentration and focus of effort Stefan did not allow the dildo to slip as much as one centimetre again. So concentrated was he that, when the whipping was finally over, his anus still clenched the dildo so tight that Johan struggled momentarily to pull it out.

"Well, congratulations, Stefan…," I started to say when Johan held up a hand.

"Excuse me, Uncle Jonathan, but there is one more new part…," he said.

"What is that?" I asked.

"Well… uh… we want you to fuck his arse while he is still tied up," he replied.

"I really don't think I should do that to the poor boy!" I said… not very convincingly… my rapidly stiffening cock immediately making a lie of my words.

"Yes Dad," Dirk added, "On this boat we love to fuck and you can't be a crew member unless you also love to fuck… so we thought it should be part of the initiation too!"

"Stefan?" I asked, "Are you okay with this?"

"Check his cock, Dad!" laughed Dirk, "It just jumped to attention… I promise you he's okay with it!"

"I have to hear it from Stefan," I replied.

"Yes please, Uncle Jonathan, I really want you to fuck me!" Stefan croaked.

Dirk and Johan then slowly and ceremoniously oiled my cock as I stood behind Stefan, ready to plumb the depth of his fuck channel. The two boys then brought me right up to Stefan, pulling me gently forward by my cock, guiding the battering ram right up to Nirvana's gate, and signalling me with a slap on my arse to commence the assault.

I gripped Stefan at the hips and, with Johan and Dirk still holding the ram in place, I pushed hard against Stefan's sphincter. To my great surprize my rock-hard shaft slid through into his warm moist channel almost unimpeded, tightly but easily, and extracted only a very brief cry of pain from Stefan… the giant dildo had obviously done an excellent job of preparing the way.

When I had gone all the way in I pulled all the way out again and immediately repeated the cycle. With long slow strokes I pumped my cock rhythmically in and out of him to the accompaniment of low satisfied grunts from Stefan.

Then the boys started clapping and thudding their bare heels against the deck, calling out 'Fuck!… Hard!… Fuck!… Hard!… Fuck!… Hard!… Fuck!… Hard!" ever faster to spur me to fuck Stefan harder and faster.

When finally I reached a bellowing climax, my cock pulsing hot jets of cum deep inside Stefan's fuck channel, the boys all burst out in cheers and applause, crowding around, slapping both Stefan and me on the back in congratulation and welcoming him as a member of the group.

Johan and Dirk quickly released Stefan from his bonds and hugged him in congratulation, even as Ben, the ship's cum-hoover, kept shoving his bristled blonde head between Stefan's legs and trying to slurp up the cum dribbling down Stefan's inner thighs. Stefan positively radiated happiness and joy.

"Well done, Stefan!" I said to him, running my fingers through the crew-cut blonde fuzz on his head, "You did great!"

"Thanks Uncle Jonathan!" Stefan beamed with pride, "Better than winning any MMA Championship!"

By now Ben had my softening cock in hand as he carried out his self-appointed mission of cleaning up the cum. I waited patiently for him to finish.

"You know Johan," I said, I think it's cool that you changed the initiation ritual and the new one is really great… but… now Stefan is the only properly initiated crew member… since the rest of you haven't done the same one!."

Johan and Dirk looked taken aback for a moment as they passed that idea through their thoughts.

"We didn't think of that Dad!" said Dirk.

"Ja… can't we just let it apply to future initiations, Uncle Jonathan?" added Johan.

"Well, of course you could… but you will always know that Stefan went through a tougher initiation than you and you will always wonder if you could have handled the same. And soon the boys that you lead will think the same thing… they will wonder if maybe Stefan shouldn't be their leader!"

"Shit, you're right, Uncle Jonathan, we shoulda thought of that!" said Johan.

The two of them looked at each other with furrowed brows for a while.

"Well…," said Dirk eventually, "Nothing else we can do without looking like woeses… we gonna have to do the initiation over ourselves!"

"I think that's the right thing… at least for you two… if you want to continue to lead these boys. Just remember that it has to be voluntary… any of the boys who have already been through the old initiation is entitled to refuse to repeat it," I cautioned.

"Sure Dad," said Dirk, smiling wryly, "Didn't realize we were gonna make such a stick for our own backs!"

I hugged the two of them close to me.

"I'm really proud of you two," I said to them, "You just passed another leadership test with flying colours!"

"We haven't passed the new initiation yet, Uncle Jonathan!" Johan grinned.

"Who knows? Maybe you won't pass it! The test I am talking about is the decision you just took to submit yourself to the ordeal! That was the decision of a leader. That you may fail the initiation doesn't alter that."

"We're never going to fail the initiation, Dad!" said Dirk, confidently, "We can do anything Stefan can do!!"

"That's right Uncle Jonathan!" Johann added, "That initiation is a piece of piss!"

"Well… no time like the present!" I said to them

After a moment's hesitation they agreed it was better to get it over with right then and there.

They got the boys together and explained why they felt it necessary for them to repeat the initiation.

"We doing it because we think it is the fair and honourable thing to do," said Johan, "Doesn't mean you have to do the same… even though we think you should!"

One or two of the boys muttered "Not me, thank you, I already took my lashes!" but most of them digested the news in silence.

And so, first Johan, and then Dirk were strung up at the mast with the giant dildo in their arses, just as Stefan had been. I gave each of them ten lashes with the Snake and, although their practised sphincters never once let the dildo slip, gave them another five lashes at their request to put them one lash ahead of Stefan. I then fucked them as they hung there to the rhythm of the boys chanting and clapping. Of course it took me a little longer each time to cum so Dirk had the longest and hardest fuck of the three of them.

When finally Dirk was done, Tiaan and Josh stepped forward and demanded to have their turn.

"Okay, boys!" I said, "That's enough for one night… it's just going to be a chore for me after this and I also want to enjoy it! We'll do any others who want to prove how tough they are tomorrow night and Sunday night."

"Aaaw please!" Tiaan and Josh chorused, as well as a few others who had become more courageous the moment they realised the ordeal was being postponed!

"No, I've made my decision!" I replied, "In any case, remember the rule that no one goes ashore until his whip marks have faded!"

"Oh, okay!" said Tiaan, who remembered that he had plans for the following day, "Tomorrow night then!"

By now all the boys were highly sexually charged and desperate for release. As I went up the companionway onto the upper deck boys were pairing off everywhere to do just that. Tempted as I was to stay, I had a ship and a bunch of other boys to look after.

As I passed through the saloon to my own quarters I found Michael sitting there on his own. Like all of the boys he had quickly become accustomed to going about naked below decks in the heat and humidity of the Natal coast at the height of summer. The door to the cabin that Michael shared with another boy, Simon, stood open and I could see there was no one in it. The other four doors were all closed and there were furtive giggles and noises coming from behind three of them.

"Hello Michael, all on your own? Where's Simon?" I asked.

"Oh hello Captain, he's in there with Ian," he said, pointing to Ian's cabin, "Ian said he's gonna show him some fun."

"I bet he is!" I replied, realising that Ian must be busy with his fifth conquest of the week.

"Yes… he asked me first but I didn't want to."

"And what are the other boys doing?" I asked.

"Those two are sleeping," he replied, pointing to one cabin, "And I think the guys in those two cabins are… also doing what Ian showed them this week."

"I see," I said slipping onto the bench beside him.

As I did so, the brothers Jens and Erik passed through the saloon on their way to my cabin where, as the youngest crew members, they generally liked to spend the night unless they were with one or more of the older boys. Jens winked and gave me a thumbs-up sign as they passed.

"So you didn't want to go with Ian?" I asked Michael.

He blushed bright red and looked down.

"Nah…," he said.

"Why not?" I pressed gently.

"Well… you see… ', he mumbled, squirming, "Uh… I just dunno," he trailed off.

I looked at Michael for a while in silence.

I remembered that his father had told me Michael was painfully shy and 'a bit of a mommy's boy." He was hoping this trip would 'toughen him up a bit and bring him out of his shell."

"You must have a lot of friends at school, Michael?" I probed.

"Nah… don't have any," he replied, his brow furrowing.

"Really? I can't believe that… cute young guy like you?"

Michael blushed again and squirmed.

"I'm not really...," he said, a little crossly, and then he blurted out, "I suck at sports and games… nobody ever wants me on their team… they call me "faggot" at school and nobody wants to be my friend… and… and… even my dad says I'm a sissy!."

"Wow," I said, putting an arm around his shoulder, "That's quite a load for a 12 year old boy's shoulders!"

I thought he might resist the physical contact but, on the contrary, he leaned into me and rested his head against my chest with a forearm resting on my thigh, the elbow lightly pushing into my groin. I placed the palm of my hand on his smooth upper thigh. He put his other hand over mine and intertwined his fingers with mine. After a while he slid down and lay on his back on the bench with his head in my lap. He held onto my hand as he did this, pushing it down his belly so that my hand ended up resting on his lower abdomen, my fingers almost touching his cock, a plump and perfectly formed uncut tube which was about five inches long on the slack. He moved his head around on my groin, getting comfortable, quite oblivious to the effect that this was starting to have on my fuck tackle. If he noticed that I was getting harder, he did not say anything.

We sat in silence like that for a while before I thought I would try again:

"Ian thinks you don't like him, you know?"

Michael looked up at me, his eyes widened in surprize and his nose screwed up in puzzlement.

"Why does he think that?" he asked.

"I like Ian a lot!" he added, blushing bright red again as he said it.

"He thinks so because you won't talk to him.," I explained, "And because you won't do stuff with him when he asks you."

Michael looked troubled. After a while he said, "I don't talk to him because I'm scared what I say might come out wrong and I don't want him to think I'm an idiot."

"And I don't want to do stuff with him 'cos I dunno how."

"Why do you worry what Ian thinks of you?" I ask.

Michael bit his lip for a long while before replying, blushing furiously once again when he finally did so:

"Ian is so strong and cute and funny, Captain, I really want him to like me, but I'm such a dork and I don't know the stuff that the cool boys all know"

"Can I tell you a secret about Ian?" I asked.

"What secret?"

"Don't tell him I told you, but Ian told me he really, really likes you!"

"Did he?"

"Sure, I wouldn't lie about something like that!"

I let him digest that for a while before asking:

"When Ian asks you to go with him, do you understand what he wants?"

He looked at me quizzically, searching my face as if trying to work something out. Finally he answered:

"Of course, silly, he wants to have sex with me."

His answer shook the wind out of my sails.

"So you know that, then?" I asked.

"Sure," he replied.

"And… do you have a problem with that?" I asked.

"No… I want to but… nobody ever showed me how," he replied.

"You don't have an older brother… or a cousin… or an uncle… or a randy neighbour?" I asked with a chuckle.

"No… I do have a randy neighbour," he smiled, "but my parents won't let me go there."

"Then you need a good friend to show you how. Ian is a very good teacher. Next time he asks you to go with him… just go… you'll have fun… and I promise there's no way you can mess it up!"

"Please Captain, can you teach me? I want to be good at it before I go with Ian. I want him to think I'm cool!" he begged.

"What makes you think I would teach you how to do sex?" I asked.

"Um… I heard some of your boys talking," he replied.

I looked at the beautiful boy lying stretched out on the bench next to me and my belly lurched pleasantly. I slid my hand further down over the smooth ridges of his abdomen until my fingers touched the tip of his cock where it nestled, fat and comfortable, in the hollow between the ridges of his ab muscles, its pink head peeping at me cheekily from its fleshy hood. Michael's hand followed mine without resistance. As I took the tip of his cock between my fingers and began to massage it Michael took his hand off mine and I felt him draw in a breath as his cute cock grew and stiffened under my hand.

At the same time my own cock was growing and hardening rapidly under my shorts and Michael moved his head to give my swollen shaft room before nuzzling it with his cheek.

"You have great natural instincts, kid!" I said to him huskily.

Then, realising we were getting to the point where it would be prudent to take the sex lesson private, I eased Michael's head off my lap and stood up. I held out my hand to Michael.

"Come on," I said, "Let's go join Erik and Jens in my cabin."

Michael took my hand eagerly and I gently propelled him ahead of me through the door into my spacious quarters.

Jens and Erik were lying side by side on my bed, wanking each other, as we walked in. They grinned up at us, without stopping:

"Cool!" said Jens, and he patted the bed beside him with his free hand,

'Get up here with us… we gonna have lotsa fun tonight!"

Michael stopped short, a look of fright on his face, and started to back into me. He was obviously preparing to take flight.

As he backed into me I wrapped my arms around his chest and held him in a tight but gentle reassuring hug.

"Whoa there Michael… calm down fellow… nothing to panic about," I said soothingly.

He struggled briefly but I held onto him. Then he heaved a big sigh and I felt the tension go out of his body.

I coaxed him onto the bed next to the other two.

"Whatsamatter, Michael?" Erik asked with genuine concern in his cute husky six-year-old's voice, "We an't gonna hurt you, you know? We just wanna play!"

"This is all a bit new to Michael and he's just a bit shy, that's all," I explained.

"That's okay!" said Jens, "You can just watch until you ready to do something"

Michael nodded, relieved that he was not going to be put on the spot right away.

I yanked off my shorts and got onto the bed with the boys and lay down.

Immediately Erik took my swollen cock in both hands and steadied it long enough to take it into his mouth. While he did so Jens manoeuvred himself to Erik's rear and started finger-fucking his younger brother's arse. Michael watched both activities with intense interest, moving closer to get a better look as Jens inserted a second and then a third finger into Erik's welcoming hole. Michael's cock extended and thickened unbidden.

When Jens noticed Michael's interest, and the effect it was having on his cock, he pulled his fingers out of Erik's arse and touched Michael on the shoulder:

"Wanna have a try?" he asked.

Startled at the touch, Michael shook his head vehemently and pulled back.

But then, just as I was thinking this was going to be harder than I had anticipated, Michael leaned in again and gingerly reached out a finger to push at Erik's anus. Jens took Michael's finger and brought it down to Michael's own cock:

"Just rub it in this precum that's coming out of your cock and it will go in easier!" he suggested.

Michael involuntarily pulled his hand away in distaste at first but quickly changed his mind and scooped up some of the precum leaking copiously from his cock to smear over his forefinger before trying to insert it in Erik's bumhole again. This time it slid in without any trouble. At once Michael looked alarmed.

"Yuck!" he said, pulling his finger out quickly and examining it minutely.

"Oh, it felt warm and mushy so I thought it was poo!" he said, smelling his finger gingerly.

"Nah, you don't have to worry, we always flush out the shit before we go to bed," said Jens.

Reassured, Michael reinserted his finger in Erik's arse.

"Wow, that went in easily!" said Michael, "It's much harder when I try to push my finger in my own bum!"

"Ja, the precum helps," Jens agreed, and then chuckled, "But also… Erik's bumhole is very loose from all the big cocks he had in there!"

Jens turned and presented his own bumhole to Michael:

"Me too!" he said, "Just feel!"

"Ah, no I'm good, thanks!" Michael demurred politely, though his eyes said that he would really like to try.

"Nah, go on! Try it!" Jens insisted.

Michael needed no second invitation. He leaned toward Jens's bum and inserted a finger in his fuck hole.

"Wow, that feels cool!" said Michael, "It went in so easily and it feels warm and… nice"

"Ja, it feels cool for me too!" Jens said encouragingly, "Now try fucking your finger in and out… jiggle it around and see what you can feel in there!"

Michael experimented for a while.

"Wait, stop there a mo," Jens eventually said tight-voiced, "Can you feel that spot you're pressing now?"

"Yes, I can feel something there!" Michael answered in wonderment.

"That's my "sweet spot"," Jens said huskily, "keep playing with it now… it feels fucken great!"

"Like that?" Michael asked, now completely absorbed in the task at hand.

"Just like that!" Jens moaned, "Try get two fingers in there!"

Michael complied, focussing hard, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration.

After a few minutes of this Jens called a halt:

"Okay, better stop now, or I'm gonna cum already!"

Disappointed, Michael stopped.

"Can you cum already?" he asked Jens.

"Ja, but I don't squirt yet… just dry cum," Jens replied.

"Do I have a sweet spot?" Michael asked.

"Sure you do!" Jens replied, "I'll help you find it!"

"Okay!" said Michael, scrambling around on all fours to present his bumhole to Jens.

What a transformation!, I thought, Jens is really a good teacher!

Michael caught my eye and grinned at me.

"Not so frightening after all, hey?" I said to him.

"No… this is pretty cool!" he replied, "I wish I could've started younger like Jens and Erik!"

"Don't you worry about that," I replied, "You've started early enough and you have a whole life of great sex ahead of you!"

Not for the first time, I thought about the transformational effect of lust on boys," behaviour: A few minutes ago Michael was disgusted at the thought of touching his own precum… now he is happily sticking his fingers in other boys' arses and is quite ready to be finger-fucked in return.

"Go easy, Jens, he's not used to having things stuck up his bum!" I said.

"I will, Uncle Jonathan, don't worry," Jens replied, and to Michael:

"This is gonna hurt at first, but stick with it, it's gonna be worth it!"

Jens sluiced his forefinger through some of Michael's dribbling precum and started gently rubbing and probing against Michael's anus. Erik rolled over onto his back and slid under Michael to take Michael's cock in his mouth. The startled look on Michael's face quickly changed to a smile of delight as Erik worked Michael's cock expertly with his lips and tongue.

"Wow! That feels great!" he trumpeted.

Then suddenly his face screwed up in pain.

"Aaah!" he cried out and jerked forward.

"Jens! I told you to take it easy!" I scolded

"Sorry, Michael!" Jens said, "I shoulda warned you. You want me to stop?"

"No, it's okay. I just didn't expect it would hurt like that," Michael panted.

Jens reached up to the cubby hole above my bed and pulled out the tube of lube jelly that I kept there. He squirted jelly liberally over his fingers and into Michael's hole.

"Okay, this will help," he said, I'm gonna go real slow now," he said.

As he probed and pushed against Michael's resolutely shut sphincter he kept up a patter of advice and instruction:

"Just relax now… you're very tight there… try to relax… just think of Erik sucking your cock… make like you're trying to shit… like you're pressing out a putty… that's it… that's it… you feel how your arsehole is relaxing and opening now? Don't worry, you won't shit on my hand… Will you?… Do you feel like shit is coming out? No? Good!… Wouldn't be the first time I got a dump in my hand… You feel my finger going in? No, No, don't clamp up… I know it burns, just press out and it will pass… That's it… you got the idea…"

Soon Jens was finger-fucking Michael steadily, if a little tightly, and Michael was grunting and moaning slightly with mixed pleasure and pain, his teeth bared in what were either grimaces or grins, probably both.

Eventually Jens managed to get two fingers into Michael's anus and when his sphincter had relaxed enough to find that comfortable, Erik stood up on bent knees straddling Michael's waist, his hard bare feet planted on the mattress on either side of him, slipped his fingers out and inserted his bone-hard cocklet in their place.

Michael gasped at the sudden intrusion of the thicker and longer substitute, yelped in pain and tried to pull away, but Jens lay over his back, gripped him strongly around the middle and rammed his cock relentlessly in and out of Michael's arse like a piston.

I realised that Michael's training session had now developed into a rape but the truth is that Jens was so fired up and horny at this point that he could not have stopped if he tried. I also knew that once the shock and pain had passed Michael would settle down to enjoy the sex. It was a bit like teaching a kid who is afraid of the water to swim by chucking him in the pool. So I let Jens carry on.

In any event, I was somewhat distracted as Erik had by now straddled me where I lay on my back and was resolutely trying to impale himself on my hugely erected cock.

In any case, as I had expected… Michael's yelps of pain quickly turned to delighted squeaks and pants of pleasure. Plus, Jens's highly tactile penis and his finely attuned sense of what his 'client' was responding to quickly enabled him to find Michael's 'sweet spot' and spur him to ejaculate all over the bed a full minute before Jens reached his own brain-freezing dry climax.

Both boys then flopped over onto their backs to catch their breath as they watched Erik energetically bouncing up and down the whole length of my cock.

Michael was utterly fascinated to see how easily Erik's six-year-old anus accommodated my girth and length.

"Doesn't it hurt him?' Michael asked Jens.

"Nah… he's used to it," Jens replied off-handedly, "You'll get used to it too… just takes practice… I'll help you with that."

"Gosh, thanks, Jens," Michael said as he snuggled into the younger boy.

"Anytime, babe," Jens said, planting a kiss on Michael's forehead and patting Michael's bottom as if Michael were his girlfriend.

I suddenly realised that Michael was a natural bottom and that he had just surrendered the dominant role to Jens, despite Jens being four years younger than him. If they had been in juvenile prison, Michael would, quite simply, have been Jens's 'bitch." Jens had, quite interestingly, just naturally slipped into that role despite the fact that he bottomed most of the time for most of the boys on the ship.

When I felt myself approaching climax, I lifted little Erik off my pole, despite his protests, and slid over closer to Michael.

"Now for your next lesson, Michael," I said to him, holding my cock upright.

With a look of great apprehension on his face Michael slowly got up and straddled me as he had seen Erik do. I realised he was gamely going to try to ride my cock.

"No, Michael, you're far from ready for that," I said to him with a chuckle, "I want you to suck my cock."

Looking hugely relieved, Michael took a couple of steps backward and then squatted on my thighs. He gingerly reached out and closed a hand around one half of my cock. Slippery with lube and Erik's fuck juices, it kept slithering out of his grip and he had to grip it with both hands.

"What do I do now?" he asked.

"Just open your mouth wide and suck it in," I said, "then use your imagination."

He did so, stretching his lips as wide as he could and almost gagging as the purple plum of my cockhead filled his mouth.

"Ouch! Watch your teeth!" I cautioned.

He pulled his head off my cock.

"Sorry!" he said.

Jens jumped up.

"Let me show you, babe!" he said kindly

Jens quickly took my cock in his mouth and gave Michael an expert demonstration of how to suck cock.

"Now let me show you on your cock," Jens said, "so you know how it must feel."

Michael gladly thrust out his half soft penis for Jens to demonstrate on.

"Aah!… that feels so cool!" he moaned as Jens's lips and tongue rapidly spurred his cock to bone hardness in seconds.

Jens pulled off Michael's cock long enough to say

"Suck Uncle Jonathan while I suck you… do the same as I do!"

Michael immediately leaned forward to take my cock in his mouth. He was obviously a quick learner and was soon doing great credit to his teacher.

Michael climaxed a second time under Jens's expert ministrations, giving me a scare in the process as his teeth bit into my shaft while his body shuddered and spasmed with ecstasy.

"Ouch! Be careful!" I said.

"Ng fuhrry!" came the muffled apology, his mouth still filled with my cock.

Then Michael resumed bobbing his head up and on my cock with renewed energy, working the tip with his lips and tongue as Jens had taught him until suddenly my cock went into spasm and blasted the back of his mouth with thick jets of hot and slippery cum. He involuntarily swallowed some of it before gagging and expelling the rest in staccato splutters to run down my shaft in thick silvery rivulets. Some of it even dribbled out from his nostrils and hung down in two long ropes that dribbled over his lips onto his chin and down his neck.

At once Jens began kissing Michael and slurping the cum off his face and neck.

"Yuck!" Michael spluttered, "How can you eat that stuff?" he asked Jens.

I love it!" Jens replied, clamping his mouth over Michael's and holding his head in a firm grip as he tongued some of the cum back into Michael's mouth. Michael struggled briefly before realising both that the tonguing was erotic and that the cum tasted good.

When they finally broke their kiss, Michael bent down to lick globs of cum off my shaft and belly, slurping it into his mouth and getting up to share it with Jens in another round of tongue play. While they tried to swallow each other's tongues Erik leaned in and hoovered up the rest of the cum.

Finally, I lay back on my bed and drifted off to sleep, but not before Michael smiled up at me from where he lay snuggled into my side.

"Thanks, Uncle Jonathan," he murmured happily, fingering his cock, "That was the best ever!"

It turned out, however, that we had awoken a sexual beast in the gentle Michael. Having been introduced to sex, he simply could not get enough of it that night, continually shaking one or other of the boys or myself awake for yet another round. Jens and Erik, being sex addicts themselves, were always happy to oblige, and, truth be told, so was I.

He kept begging me to fuck his arse and wouldn't hear that he was not yet ready for it, demonstrating a resolve and courage that I did not expect in one so soft-natured.

Finally I gave in, realising that I would get no rest that night until I had either satisfied his wish or demonstrated that he could not do it.

I spent a long time stretching his sphincter by fucking his arse with first one, then two and then three fingers. Though he reached the point at which he was in so much pain that did not have the breath to moan and was literally gasping and sucking at the air, he would not give up.

"Please, Uncle Jonathan, please put your cock in me now… it can't be more painful than this!" he begged.

Although I knew it was going to be much more painful, I realised that he had a point, so I coated my swollen pole with a generous slathering of lube jelly. Although Michael's arse was already swimming in jelly I slopped some more on his arse and fingered it into his hole. Michael lay on his back with his legs splayed wide open and pulled his legs back with his hands until his knees rested on his shoulders next to his ears, exposing his fuck hole, by now quite red and puffy for entry.

Jens guided my cockhead up against the Michael's fuck hole. Michael valiantly pushed and flexed his anus as he had been taught and managed to get it to open quite respectably wide for a first night of fucking. I reached down and gripped Michael's waist to steady myself for the thrust. Erik was peering between my legs, hefting my ponderous balls to one side so he could get a clear view of Michael's flexing hole. When he judged Michael's anus to be at the limit of flex, he slapped may arse hard as a signal to thrust my cock in.

I decided that it would be better for Michael (and indeed for all of us) to try to force an entry in one go than to subject him to the agony of a half hour or more of a slow and agonising entry. So I wound my muscles up and, like releasing an arrow, I thrust my cock into Michael's channel as hard as I could.

To my surprize my cock went more than half way in one thrust. Michael instantly let out a long, high-pitched, full-throated scream of agony and thrashed about below me until his scream died down to a sobbing moan.

"Do you want me to stop?" I called out above the sobs, keeping dead still so as not to exacerbate the pain.

Unable to speak, his face red and wet with tears and sweat, he shook his head violently. I stayed still for a long while to let his anus and his fuck channel adjust to the size of my cock.

Finally, I felt his body relax under me and in a voice gravelly with pain he said to me:

"Please go on!"

I gathered myself for another thrust. I could feel Michael tensing under me.

"Don't tense up," I murmured to him, "Try to relax all your muscles… do like Jens told you… make like you're trying to shit my cock out."

I felt Michael's body relaxing under me and I felt the movements of his tight-stretched sphincter on my shaft as he tried to flex it open further. When I judged that he had done what he could I powered up another thrust of my cock. As it surged forward all the way in I felt that it went easier than the first time, although it still elicited a blood-curdling shriek from the bottom of Michael's lungs. Fortunately my cabin was pretty well-insulated and his screams would have been considerably muffled, even to someone who might have been sitting in the saloon next door.

Once more I waited for Michael to relax before commencing the withdrawal. As I started a slow rhythm of withdrawal and re-entry, Michael continued to moan and cry with pain but would not hear of my stopping. He was right, of course: it was only ever going to be this sore once… why stop now?

I continued to fuck Michael slowly for a long time after that. With every thrust it was a little bit easier for both Michael and me: his body relaxed more… the pain subsided gradually… movement became easier for me and I was able to pick up the pace… as I fucked him faster and more fluidly he got more pleasure out of it and so did I.

At a certain point I realised from Michael's gasping, wide-eyed reaction that my cock was consistently hitting Michael's 'sweet spot." I came to judge pretty accurately where it was and focussed my efforts on it. Quite rapidly after that Michael's breathing became progressively quicker and jerkier. He began to grunt and moan almost continuously with pleasure. Then suddenly his eyes glazed over and his body went into violent spasm as he climaxed ahead of me, shooting an impressive quantity of young fuck juice all over his belly and chest.

Michael's involuntary spasms pushed me over the edge too and I shot my load deep inside him.

While still inside Michael, I flipped him over onto his knees, gripped his waist and commenced fucking him again. Again I concentrated on his sweet spot and fifteen minutes later we both climaxed together once more.

Then I lay him on his side with my cock still hard inside him and fucked him again. Again we came together. By now Jens and Erik were themselves fucked out and fast asleep.

I was determined to get some sleep and I decided that the only way that was going to happen with the newly sexually awakened Michael was that I would have to fuck him until he begged me to stop.

So, next I lay on my back and taught Michael to fuck himself by bouncing up and down on my cock. He enjoyed that so much that he wanted to do it again after a quick visit to the bathroom to relieve himself and take a drink of water. Finally, while doing it the fourth time with an arse that I had fucked so raw that it left light blood smears on my shaft , he suddenly stopped bouncing, sighed, yawned, lay back with his head on my chest and passed out.

I gently rolled over to deposit him on the bed next to me and immediately fell asleep myself with an arm draped over his upper body and my rock hard cock still in his arse.

Jens and Erik had already left when I woke the next morning. I was on my back in a deep sleep dreaming that Michael was kneeling between my legs seeing how far he could get my cock down his throat. Slowly I surfaced to find that was exactly what was happening.

"Good grief, Michael, what happened to you? Until yesterday you ran from sex like a frightened nun, and now you can't get enough of it!"

Michael lifted his head off my slippery cock to grin at me.

"That's your fault, Uncle Jonathan… thank you so much for opening my eyes," he said.

"Yes, but you can't be doing sex all the time, you know, you'll get bored with it after a while… ', I replied.

"Do you want me to stop, Uncle Jonathan?" he asked.

"Um… not yet!" I replied.

"I didn't think so!, 'he laughed.

"Okay… so you'll never get bored with it… but still… there are other things to do you know!" I said, "Remember you have an off day today… don't you want to go out with some of the boys?"

"I thought I could stay on board and you could teach more sex stuff!" said Michael.

"Well, maybe," I said, "We'll see… but when you've done here I want you to go shower and have breakfast."

"Aaw…," he started.

I gave him my captain's look. He got the message.

"Okay, Uncle Jonathan, I will," he said obediently and turned his attention to my cock once more.

As he beavered away at relieving my morning erection I suddenly had an idea about how Michael could let off some sexual steam and learn something in the process on his off day today and have a lot of fun in the process…

Chapter Twelve

After breakfast the boys started leaving in groups to walk about the foreshore, go to the beach, go to movies or do whatever else they might want to do on their weekend off.

After my exhausting night introducing Michael to boy sex, I was planning on taking advantage of the nearly empty ship to do some catch-up snoozing. Dirk, Johan and Stefan would be spending the weekend on board as duty crew, since their backs were still lividly welted from their initiation whippings of the night before. Our rule about this was intended to avoid drawing unwelcome attention and awkward questions about what was going on aboard Skobbejak, especially given our boys' propensity to go shirtless at every opportunity and given that there was every opportunity to do that on the Durban Beach front and Foreshore. Jul, of course, would stay with Dirk, since the two of them had recently announced that they were 'boyfriends."

As I have explained before, in the subtly nuanced social structures that operated on Skobbejak, this did not mean that they would necessarily only have sex with each other, but it did mean that they were exempt, if they chose to be, from the rule that required all crew members, within reason, to be open to the sexual advances of any other boy. (There was in fact a very practical reason for this rule: I did not want a situation where, in an all-boy establishment, stronger boys might stake some sort of exclusive claim to the sexual favours of those weaker than themselves, as happens, for example, in prisons, reformatories and in some boys' homes).

However, as Dirk and Jul had just recently adopted the status of 'boyfriends' they were still very much in a 'honeymoon' phase where they had eyes (not to mention hands, tongues, lips, anuses and cocks!) only for each other. For this reason I did not expect to see too much of these two. I was quite sure they would seclude themselves in one of the empty cabins and spent the day enjoying the opportunity for privacy and intimacy denied to them in the open-plan living conditions of the crew's quarters.

Keen to continue the exciting journey of sexual self-discovery that he had embarked on the night before, Michael had made strenuous efforts to seclude himself with me in my cabin for the day in order to continue where we had left off before breakfast. But instead I handed him over to Johan and Stefan with instructions to continue his sexual training. Michael was a little dubious, but Johan and Stefan were only too happy to have a job that would relieve the boredom of looking after an empty ship, especially as it involved 'breaking in fresh meat' (as Johan described it).

"Can we use your cabin, Uncle Jonathan?" asked Johan.

'Sure," I said, and they eagerly led a half-reluctant Michael below. Concerned that Michael might withdraw into his shell at the prospect of having sex with two of the 'Jocks' of the ship, I looked in on them half an hour later. I need not have worried: I found Johan vigorously pounding Michael's arse while Dirk was doing the same thing to his throat, to Michael's evident enjoyment. Sex was obviously the key to freeing Michael from his shyness and inhibitions.

As I busied myself with administrative work in the wheelhouse, which doubled as my office, the two boys who had thus far resisted all of Ian's efforts to seduce them came to see me.

"Excuse us Captain," the older boy said when I became aware of their presence and turned around to look at them enquiringly.

"Yes?"

He fidgeted embarrassedly for a while, evidently mustering the courage to say something. Impatiently the younger boy cut in:

"We want to go home, Captain!" he blurted out.

"Yes," the older boy added lamely.

"What brought this on, boys?" I asked.

"I dunno, Captain," said the older one, "I don't think the other boys want to be friends with us and we feel like they don't want us to be on this boat."

Somehow I was not surprised: The two of them had withdrawn more and more to themselves as the week had gone by. It had become clear that they felt excluded, and they could not have been oblivious to the fact that every other boy on the ship was spending a lot of their off duty time behind closed doors. They may or may not have been aware of what was going on behind those doors, but they would have been keenly aware that they were not part of it.

"Well, you know," I said, "It takes two to make friends… perhaps they think you don't want to be mates with them. I know that Ian has being trying very hard to be friends with you both."

"Yes, Captain," said the older one, "But we don't want to be friends with Ian… he's not a very nice boy… he's got a very dirty mind!"

"What do you mean? I asked.

"He's always saying dirty things… and he touches his private parts all the time!" asserted the younger one indignantly.

"Has he ever touched your private parts?" I asked, worried that we might be heading into troubled waters here.

"No… but he's always looking at me there when we're showering… I know he wants to!" said the older one.

Relieved, I asked them whether they would not be prepared to see out the trip.

"I'm sure things will get better as time goes by and you make friends with the others. You don't have to be friends with Ian, but there are some very nice boys on this ship," I said.

"I don't know…' said the older one, "They all seem pretty rough… and if it doesn't work out it's a long time before we get back!"

"No!" said the younger one emphatically, "I want to go home!"

I realised that there was nothing for it but to arrange for their parents to pick them up, which I spent the rest of the morning doing. Fortunately, both boys lived in the suburbs of Durban.

The parents were disappointed but seemed to be not very surprised.

"Peter struggles so to make at friends at school," said the older boy's mother, "We had so hoped that he would come out of his shell on this trip"

The younger boy's father said very little when he picked his son up, though he seemed to be fuming inwardly. As they walked away we heard him saying to his son:

"This is the third time you've done this to us, Christopher! You realise I don't get my money back!"

Christopher stomped off defiantly.

The plus, of course, was that the impossible problem of having to keep the sexual activities of the whole ship's crew secret from two of its members had just resolved itself. There was no financial disadvantage either, as their fees had been paid in advance and were not refundable.

However, it left us short-handed for the long voyage and very little time to find replacements. I tried contacting some of the many applicants who had been turned down to tell them that places had just become available but everyone I called had, understandably, made other arrangements by that time.

That evening after supper I called the boys together on the foredeck and explained what had happened.

"Good riddance!" said Ian, winking at his sexual converts 'Miserable tight arses!"

The sexual converts all giggled at this, happy in the sense of belonging that this public rejection of Peter's and Christopher's abstention automatically gave those who had so gladly embraced the sexual freedom that Ian had exposed them to.

"Any ideas on who we can invite to come along?" I asked.

"We don't know anybody who's got the money, Uncle Jonathan!" Tiaan said.

"Well, actually, the two places have already been paid for, so we actually have two bursary places we can offer," I explained.

"But… they need to be boys who would… fit in," I said with a wink, "If you know what I mean!"

"Fit in!" some of the new boys repeated and broke into guffaws to show they understood the allusion, reinforcing their sense of belonging.

"If you told me last week… I got a buddy who fits me great… but he got picked up by the cops this week, Ian joked.

A few of the boys chuckled, but it gave me an idea.

"How old is he and what was he arrested for?' I asked.

"He's thirteen, same as me, Uncle Jonathan. The cops say for prostitution, but everyone knows it's really 'cos he won't work for Sergeant Scholtz!" he replied.

"What's his name?" I asked.

"Derek," he replied.

"Tell me," I asked, "When you kept getting arrested for the same thing, did you always appear before the same magistrate?"

"Sure!" he replied at once, "He and Sergeant Scholtz are tight! Like this!" he said, thrusting out a hand with the middle and forefinger crossed, "Everybody knows!"

"I see… what is his name?" I asked.

"Mr Carter," he replied.

"Okay boys, let me see what I can think of. Now… Johan and Dirk… take your crew members down to crew's quarters… we have some unfinished crew business from last night! Students to your own quarters!."

"Aw please Captain, can't we go with the crew?' pleaded Ian, "We wanna be part of the crew too like Stefan and Jul!"

"I know you want to be part of the crew, Ian, and maybe you will be some time, but right now you are not, and until you are you can't be part of it," I said.

Ian looked deeply disappointed. So I held him back as the other students went down to the saloon.

"Look, Ian, I promise I will speak to your dad before the week is out about your becoming a permanent member of the crew, but please understand that before your dad agrees, you cannot take part in their activities. Do you understand?"

"Okay, Uncle Jonathan, I understand. I just so want to belong!" he replied.

"Just be patient," I smiled at him as I ran my fingers through his red-gold hair.

"Okay, Uncle Jonathan," he said.

"In the meantime, see if you can get Michael to go to bed with you… maybe he's had a change of heart!" I said to him with a wink.

Ian's faced brightened immediately.

"Yes!" he said, "I'm gonna do that!" and he trotted off to find Michael.

A little later I went forward to the crew's quarters and found Tiaan already strung up to the mast, waiting for my arrival so that his re-initiation could begin.

In the next two hours I managed to re-initiate four boys. By then, such is the power of peer pressure among boys, all the rest of the crew had volunteered to be re-initiated. As I had done seven in two nights, I announced that we would do the remaining three boys, Ben, Rijn and Erik, the following evening.

I suggested that the six-year-old Erik should be exempt from the much more rigorous initiation until he was older, which the boys were happy to agree to, but Erik would not hear of it, so I felt we needed to honour his courage by allowing him to undergo the ordeal.

As I passed through the saloon on the way to my cabin for what I felt was a well-earned rest, I found Michael bent over the narrow saloon table, grunting and squeaking with pleasure as Ian expertly banged away at his arse. Simon was on his knees on the far side shoving his erected cock enthusiastically in and out of Michael's eager mouth. Ian gave me a wink as I passed but the other two were far too absorbed even to notice me going by.

***

The next morning, which was Sunday, I got going early and contacted Henk, the pimp that several of boys had previously worked for, and called in some favours that he owed me.

By the evening of the same day Henk arrived at Skobbejak with an order, signed by Mr Carter the magistrate, releasing into my care Ian's mate, Derek, and another thirteen-year-old named Rikus. They had both been sentenced to juvenile detention until their sixteenth birthday - Derek for prostitution and Rikus for shoplifting. They were being released to me indefinitely on parole. If things did not work out I could return them to Correctional Services. I was to go to the police station the next morning to fetch them. Each was to receive a police whipping before being released: twelve strokes of the cane. Since I was now effectively their legal guardian for the next six months, I was required to be present during the whipping.

In return I was to take Magistrate Carter and a few of his friends on their own private fuck cruise out into Durban Bay on Monday night. Needless to say, they were to be wined and dined at my expense and my boys were to be freely available to them. Magistrate Carter specifically asked that the young parolees, Derek and Rikus, be made exclusively available to him.

The next morning early I reported at the police station and identified myself to the sergeant on duty. A constable escorted me down a long passage and then down steep concrete stairs to the basement room where the judicial whippings were carried out on juvenile boys. It was a small grey-painted room with ceiling and floor of bare, unpainted concrete. In the centre of the room was what looked like a very old wooden form bench, very solidly constructed, about 2 metres long and 30 centimetres wide. The wood was worn and shiny from many years of daily use. There was a single neon tube in the middle of the ceiling that lit the room with a harsh white light. Just below the concrete ceiling on one side were a couple of narrow barred and glassless windows at the level of the pavement outside. Ian had spoken of hearing the screams of the boys being whipped every day at the police station and I realised that it was through those windows that the sound would escape to the street.

Under this window were two solid-looking wooden chairs standing back to back. In one corner of the room there was what looked like an umbrella stand containing a selection of long yellow rattan canes of various length and thickness. In another corner was a table with an old-fashioned wash basin on it, a jug of water, a large tin of salt and a well-worn government-issue towel.

The constable caught my glance:

"Sometimes they bleed," he chuckled, "And then we gotta clean them up."

"Okay", I said.

"This your first time?" he asked.

"First official time," I answered, remembering the time I had arranged for Josh to take an unofficial police beating for stealing cigarettes in exchange for shoplifting charges being withdrawn.

Just then heavy footsteps and the rattling sound of metal dragged over concrete could be heard moving down the passage. Shortly afterward a police sergeant entered, followed by two clearly frightened young boys and another police constable. The boys were barefoot and each wore ankle chains, which accounted for the metallic rattling heard in the passage.

I looked the boys over as the police sergeant rattled off his whipping rules to them:

"You gonna take off your clothes and put them on that table, okay? You wait until I tell you to get on the bench, okay? There's no straps, so you hook your toes on the bottom of the bench and hold tight with your hands on the top… or on the sides if you too short, okay? You gonna lift your head and keep your eyes on that mark on the wall, okay? You can scream all you want but if you let go with your hands or your toes or you try to jump off or rub your arse or if you piss or shit yourself or if I have to get the constables to hold you down you gonna get extras, okay?"

The boys, who were both Afrikaans, nodded and said 'Ja Meneer! (Yes Sir!)' at each 'okay?' but, from their fear-glazed eyes I guessed they weren't taking in anything at all and were bound to pick up a few 'extras' along the way. I glanced at the bulges in the trouser fronts of the policemen and I guessed that they were probably relying on that.

Both the boys were very cute and very well put together. I had expected nothing else of Derek as a boy who regularly earned money from selling his body in the competitive sex trade on the Durban Beach Front. That the shoplifter was also cute and sexy was a bonus. Both were blonde, tanned and blue-eyed. The bigger one wore his hair in a short-bristled mohawk with the sides of his head shaved smooth. The other had his hair in an untidy thatch that looked like it had not been washed in days. Both wore the uniform of extremely short shorts and skimpy tank tops that Durban beach boys wore in those days to show off their well-muscled upper bodies. The boy with the mohawk wore a small plain gold-coloured earring in the right earlobe, which in those days was meant to signal that he was gay.

"Okay, Derek, you go first!" said the sergeant, nodding to the boy with the Mohawk.

A constable unlocked Derek's ankle chain and hung it on one of several heavy iron hooks in the wall that held sets of manacles, leg-irons and the like. He made the other boy, who I gathered must be Rikus, stand in one corner of the room with his back to the wall.

"You can stand here and watch what is going to happen to you," chuckled the constable.

Derek moved uncertainly toward the bench while the sergeant fetched a long thick rattan cane from the table. He turned as Derek was about to lie down the bench. Quickly he stepped forward, swinging the cane through the air as he did so. It connected with Derek's shoulder blades with a loud 'Smack!." Derek yelped and jumped up, his face contorted with pain.

"You don't listen!" the sergeant snarled, "I told you take your clothes off!"

Shakily, Derek stripped his clothes off with trembling hands, revealing two other essential items in the arsenal of a rent-boy: A nice long cock and a firm round set of buttocks. A livid red welt mushroomed over his nicely muscled shoulders.

I could feel my own cock growing steadily under my shorts, a fact that did not escape the sergeant's notice. He winked at me conspiratorially.

"You lucky to get these boys instead of Henk," he smirked to me, "You obviously got some pull in this town!"

I just smiled thinly at him.

At this moment Derek went to lie across the bench a second time and earned another searing stripe across his shoulder blades. He yelped again and jumped to his feet.

"Did I tell you to lie on the bench yet?" the sergeant demanded to know.

"No Sir!" said Derek.

"That's right!" said the sergeant, winking at me, "First we gotta take our dues!"

One of the constables led Derek over to the chairs against the wall and made him kneel on the seat of one with his upper body hanging over the backs of the two chairs and his hands gripping the seat of the other chair. He pushed against Derek's back until his forehead rested on the seat of the other chair and his arse was up in the air. By now the sergeant had his trousers down to his knees and, with a constable pushing down on the back of Derek's strong neck to hold him down, the sergeant roughly rammed his swollen cock into Derek's arse. Not surprisingly, he slid in smoothly and easily and was quickly riding Derek savagely to climax. The constables followed in quick succession, after which I was offered a chance. I had initially resolved not to take up the opportunity when it was offered, as I realised it would be, but it was quickly clear that Derek enjoyed the fucking immensely, indeed, actively participated in his fucking to the extent that it was obvious that there was no need for a constable to hold him down. So, when the time came and Derek turned and looked over his shoulder at me with pleading eyes, I was more than happy to plunge my big cock into his arse as well.

My cock was much longer and thicker than those of the three policemen, who whistled in open admiration when I yanked my shorts down. Derek's eyes widened slightly in alarm and Rikus involuntarily swore in Afrikaans:

"Fok my! (Fuck me!)."

Derek moaned as he took the full length of my cock inside him. It went in relatively easily although it was certainly a tight fit. Being a professional, however, Derek quickly adjusted to my length and girth and soon I was banging away at his arse with the greatest of ease. That Derek enjoyed the fuck too was attested by the fact that he sprayed the back of the chair with copious amounts of cum shortly before I climaxed myself.

With both his cock and his arsehole still dribbling cum Derek was ordered to lie on the bench to receive his whipping.

Trembling, Derek did as he was told, hooking the bottom end of the bench with his leathery brown toes and, with outstretched arms, just managing to hook his fingers over the top end. The smooth wood felt almost pleasant against his perspiring skin. His still half-erected cock lay uncomfortably against the hardness of the bench and he lifted his buttocks a couple of times in a vain effort to get more comfortable.

"Lie still!" the sergeant ordered as he snapped the cane against Derek's buttocks. Derek yelped and his body jerked, but he lay still.

The sergeant swished the rattan through the air a few times. Derek's stomach lurched at the fluting sound it made. I could see the tension building in the tightly knotted muscles of Derek's back and buttocks.

Derek turned to see what the sergeant was doing, and earned another stripe across his shoulder blades for his trouble. Derek yelled in surprize and pain and he involuntarily lost his grip on the top end of the bench. For that the sergeant gave him another stripe across his back.

'Keep your eyes fixed on the mark, boy, don't look at me!" the sergeant ordered.

Derek fixed his gaze on the mark painted on the wall as every muscle in his body tensed in anticipation of the coming stroke. The sergeant raised the cane high above his shoulder and then brought it whistling through the air to smack against Derek's buttocks with a loud crack. Derek's whole body jerked involuntarily and he screamed as the excruciating pain raced along every nerve in his body. Despite this the boy had the presence of mind to keep his grip on the bench.

Twelve times the cane rose slowly and then darted through the air to bite into Derek's quivering buttocks, wrenching an agonized scream from the boy with every stroke.

When it was over, Derek lay on the bench dazed and sobbing. His hard round buttocks, tanned a golden brown like the rest of his body, were a latticework of fiery welts, oozing tiny droplets of bright blood .

'You can get up now," the sergeant ordered.

Derek struggled painfully to his feet, his face red and streaked with tears. The sergeant inspected his buttocks and then pulled Derekover to the table by the arm. He emptied the jug of water into the basin and then shook a generous quantity of salt into it, dissolving it by stirring it vigorously with his hand. Then he soaked the towel in the strong saline mixture and bent down to wash Derek's arse with it.

Derek clutched his arse and howled as the salt burned into the fiery welts criss-crossing his beautiful round buttocks.

"There you go!" said the sergeant, patting him on his fiery arse, "That'll keep the germs out!"

Then Rikus was released from his shackles.

Since Derek had had his whipping he was no longer considered a flight risk and he was allowed to go and stand in the corner unshackled, where he snivelled quietly until one of the constables gave him a backhander against the side of his head and told him to shut up.

"Get your clothes off!" the sergeant ordered Rikus.

Rikus dropped to his knees and clasped his hands in front of his face in the universal attitude of the beggar:

"Please, Sir!" he pleaded, "Please don't fuck me! I'm not a rent boy Sir! I never been fucked before, Sir! Please! Please!"

The boy's pleading seemed to excite the sergeant even more.

"I don't give a fuck that you never been fucked before, boy, you gonna get fucked now!" he snarled.

"Any case, I'm doing you a favour, getting you ready to work for this uncle!" he added, obviously under the impression that I would be pimping the boys.

I had mixed feelings about that but I decided not to rock the boat. I didn't know what story Henk had spun to get these boys released to crew on Skobbejak and so I thought it best to keep my mouth shut. At least it would save me and the boys the trouble of introducing the boy to man sex ourselves and it would certainly speed up Rikus's integration into the crew!

"If you don't want to play ball," the sergeant continued, "Just say so and I'll send you to juvenile prison… pretty ass like yours gonna be fucked by the older kids and the warders all night… every night… Is that what you want?"

"No sergeant!" Rikus said, getting to his feet and quickly taking off his clothes.

"That's better!" said the sergeant when Rikus was naked, "Now get up on the chair like you saw your buddy do."

Rikus did so. As a precaution, the sergeant ordered one of the constables to shackle his wrists and ankles to the chairs.

"He ain't gonna enjoy it like the slut boy did, so you better tie him down!" he guffawed.

As the sergeant thrust his rock-hard cock into Rikus's arse, the boy's ear-splitting screams confirmed that he had indeed been a virgin.

"Oooh shit!! Oooh fuck!! Geez that hurts!!" he gasped between screams, struggling helplessly against the shackles that bound him.

The screaming continued unabated for what seemed like ages before it subsided, first to a heartrending sobbing and then to a continuous low moaning. Finally the sergeant went into spasm as he reached climax and there was a fresh scream from Rikus as he pulled his swollen cockhead out of Rikus's tortured anus and sprayed his cum all over Rikus's arse and back.

The constable who stepped up to take the sergeant's place screwed up his face in distaste at the sight of the sergeant's cum, so he motioned Derek forward and made him lick it all up, a task that Derek seemed to relish.

By the time the second constable inserted his cock into Rikus's arse, the boy's anus seemed to have relaxed sufficiently that Rikus was beginning to respond with some enjoyment. By the time the constable reached climax Rikus's moans of pain had turned to satisfied grunts of pleasure. And when I stepped up to take my turn, although his eyes widened with anxiety on entry and he moaned with pain for a few thrusts, he quickly adjusted to my size and even began to fuck himself on my shaft, as if trying to hurry the pace. As it always seemed to do, my big cock seemed to find his sweet spot pretty quickly and eventually drove the boy to a long and shuddering climax in which he squirted a considerable quantity of slippery cum against the back of the chair he was leaning over. The involuntary spasming of his anus on my cock as he climaxed pushed me over the top too and I lay over his muscled brown back and shot my load deep inside him.

"See, that wasn't so bad. Was it?" the sergeant said to Rikus as he was being unshackled, "I knew you was a natural!"

"Yes, Sergeant," said Rikus as he stood up, and then to me:

"Thank you, Sir," he said with a rueful smile, "That was sore but it was nice!"

"Never met a boy yet didn't love man cock up his arse once he had it!" the sergeant smirked.

"Yes Sergeant," Rikus replied.

"Got the equipment too," said the sergeant, winking at me as he gripped Rikus's impressive half erect cock with one hand.

"Our Afrikaner boys are like bulls' the sergeant proclaimed proudly, "Not like some of those English moffies that we get here, with their little baby willies!"

Rikus pulled back and grinned sheepishly, his blue eyes registering pride.

"Now lick all your mess off that chair!" the sergeant ordered.

Rikus looked with distaste at the thickening globs of his cum where they were slowly dribbling down the back of the chair.

The sergeant noticed his hesitation and moved towards Rikus with his cane.

Rikus quickly bent down and started lapping up his cum from the chair. The sergeant snapped the cane hard across Rikus's brawny brown back.

"Ouch!" he yelled, cum spraying out of his mouth, "I'm doing it Sergeant!"

'Next time don't hesitate!" the sergeant snarled, "You told to do something you don't think about it… You just do it!"

"Yes Sergeant!" Rikus grimaced.

"Now lick up that shit you sprayed on my boots!" the sergeant ordered.

"Yes Sergeant!" Rikus replied as he dropped to the floor and began licking the sprayed cum off the sergeant's boots.

Half an hour and fifteen searing strokes of the cane later Rikus was helped to his feet sobbing with agony (Rikus picked up a several extra lashes until he learned to concentrate). At a couple of points where two lashes intersected the skin had actually broken and there were trickles of blood running down his buttocks and onto his thighs. The blood was washed off with the saline solution while Rikus was still lying on the bench and this elicited a fresh round of howling agony.

Finally, the two freshly whipped boys were allowed to gingerly inch their shorts up over their cane-welted bottoms and pulled their tank tops over their heads. Thirteen-year-old boys in rude health recover quickly and they were both quite cheerful, almost exuberant, when we fetched their meagre possessions from the sergeant's office. Rikus threw his arms around me.

"Thank you Sir, for rescuing us!" Rikus said, his voice thick with emotion.

Derek hung back with a cynical smirk and folded arms. His tough thirteen years in the backstreets of Durban had taught him that there were no free rides and he was obviously reserving judgement until he could work out what was in it for me.

"Just remember," said the sergeant, "These boys is actually juvenile prisoners on probation… They don't behave, you got the right to whip them up to fifty lashes… you got the right to lock them up and to restrain them with manacles or shackles… and you got the right to return them to Correctional Services with a bad conduct report. If they sent back with a bad conduct report they get sent to the Boys' Farm to work their arses off until they sixteen… and I promise they will shit off there big time!"

The boys shuddered at the mention of the Boys' Farm. They had both heard terrifying stories of what went on there - of boys doing forced labour in the fields or in the quarry all day in the burning sun; of daily beatings and rapes; of punishment floggings that put boys in the infirmary for days at a time; of boys disappearing and never being seen again (the most persistent story was that they were being trafficked into Africa and the Middle East as sex slaves). The rumours were no doubt highly exaggerated, but they persisted.

As our taxi growled through the streets of Durban, I explained to the boys that they would be joining Skobbejak's crew for a six month voyage to Madagascar. Rikus's face lit up with delight at this news but Derek looked at me suspiciously.

"You gonna sell us there as sex slaves, aren't you?' he demanded to know.

"What? Of course not!" I said, "Skobbejak is a school ship and I need two strong young boys to fill in as crew for the voyage. You two happen to be lucky enough to be available at short notice!"

Derek folded his arms and scowled, not buying it yet.

We stopped at a place in a dingy backstreet where Henk had arranged for me to pick up passports for the boys from someone who worked for the Department of Home Affairs. They were genuine passports, not forgeries. It was just that palms had been greased to cut short the usual lengthy procedure that would have been required if we had had to track down the boys' parents, apply for birth certificates, etc.

From there we made one other stop to pick up some clothing and other items for the boys before heading to the yacht basin.

"Okay, now listen up!" I announced, "You probably know some of my boys in the crew… most of them have also been beach front rent boys… Derek, one of them is your mate Ian. You probably won't know any of the paying students… they are all from wealthy families that you probably wouldn't mix with"

"You'd be surprised!" Derek said sardonically.

I laughed.

"Actually, now that I think about it, I probably wouldn't be!" I replied.

"Anyway," I added, "I want you to understand that you have a chance now to pull yourselves together. It's up to you whether you go back to juvenile detention or the Boys' Farm when the six month voyage is over. I promise you that, if you pull your weight and show me that you are prepared to work to better yourselves, I will help you do that. Whether that means you stay with us or go on to something else, we, and by that I mean you and me, will decide when the time comes. Okay?"

"Okay," said Rikus, "Thank you Sir!"

"I don't care if they send me to the Boys' Farm!" said Derek.

"Well, that's your choice," I said to Derek, "Just don't stuff it up for Rikus!"

Derek looked away out of the car window and said nothing.

I wondered if I had made a mistake with Derek. I sensed that he could be stubborn and strong-willed. He had, after all, been operating as an independent rent-boy on Sergeant Scholtz's turf for a long time, despite all the considerable pressure the corrupt policeman had brought to bear on him. I admired him for this alone and I hoped that I would be able to harness those qualities to the good.

"Did you say Ian is with you?" Derek asked suddenly.

"Yes," I replied.

"Did he also get in trouble?" he asked.

"No… his dad is paying for him to come on the trip," I replied.

"Ja… I know his dad's got bucks. His dad's cool… we do a threesome sometimes… Ian and his dad and me," said Derek.

"Well actually," I said, "It was Ian who told me about you, so if you get sold as a sex slave in Madagascar, you know who you can blame!"

Derek looked at me a moment, sizing me up, and then his handsome face lit up in a wide grin.

"You sell me, I'll give 'em such a hard time they gonna bring me back real fast, I can promise you!"

I laughed.

"I'm sure you will Derek… I'm sure you will."

I felt a little easier about Derek after that exchange, but time would tell…

Back on Skobbejak I handed Derek and Rikus over to Johan and Dirk with instructions to get them settled in and start showing them the ropes.

"We have only a week of training left, so they have a lot to catch up before we set sail," I reminded them.

"Yes, Uncle Jonathan!" the two of them chorused.

"And for goodness sake give Rikus a haircut… it'll be much easier to keep clean at sea than that big mop he's got on his head right now!" I added.

***

The next day we got back from our training evolutions in the mid-afternoon so that we would have time to prepare to receive Magistrate Carter and his guests. As I could not risk the complications that might arise if the students got involved, I hired a mini-bus and sent them, under Dirk's supervision, to spend the night under canvas with a friend of mine who ran a holiday camp in the Ballito area.

Dressed in their sarongs, the boys welcomed Magistrate Carter and his five guests aboard just as the sun was going down. A boy was detailed to attend exclusively to each guest and Magistrate Carter, of course, had both Derek and Rikus looking after him. Each guest was led below into the guest cabin allocated to him where his host boy encouraged him to change into a sarong and return on deck for snacks and drinks.

I had given up my own cabin for Magistrate Carter to share with Derek and Rikus. As we would be sailing up and down the bay off Durban among the anchored ships awaiting a berth in the harbour and among the commercial and private fishing vessels that would also be plying those waters, I did not expect to get any sleep but, if I needed to, I would sleep in the crew's quarters in one of the bunks vacated by the boys spending the night with the guests in the cabins.

As insurance, having regard to the power and influence that the Magistrate and his guests had at their disposal in Durban society, I had arranged for a former work colleague to lend me a bunch of security spycams which I installed in strategic locations in guest cabins and in my own cabin. They were quite bulky things in those days, so it took a little ingenuity to conceal them in one of the many nooks and cubbyholes in the cabins, but I was satisfied that they would not be detected, especially since being filmed in the act of rogering two underage boys was probably the last thing that would be on any of their minds!. I did not think it would ever be necessary to use the film but, of course, one never knows!

Sometime after midnight I was standing in the wheelhouse with Johan, who was on the helm, as we chugged slowly under power a couple of miles off the beach front, watching the lights of the city glide by. Most of the activities had died down and the guests were one by one succumbing to the soporific effects of wine, healthy exercise and the sea air.

Johan and I were both naked, having taken off our sarongs and knotted them over spokes of the wheel earlier when we had taken turns at fucking each other while standing at the wheel. Just then my adopted son, Joshua, arrived with one of Magistrate Carter's guests in tow. I had recognised the name earlier as that of an extremely wealthy local investor and had coupled my adopted son, Joshua, with him for the night.

"Hey, Dad!" Joshua announced, "My guest wanted to meet you!"

I reached for my sarong but then saw that both the guest and Joshua were naked, so I left it

"Hello," he said, holding out a hand, "My name is Andre. I just wanted to say I've really enjoyed this event immensely. Your son Joshua has been a terrific host and has been looking after me very well indeed."

"Glad to hear it," I said, "By the way, my name is Jonathan."

"You have a great bunch of boys here Jonathan and you are providing them with a wonderful opportunity. Miles Carter told me about the two boys you have rescued from juvenile detention and I believe that most of the crew, including Joshua, are boys that you have rescued in one way or another," he said

"Well, thank you," I said, "I like to believe that, whatever his background, almost every boy will benefit from what we provide them here on Skobbejak."

"I have no doubt of it," Andre replied, "And, moreover, it provides people such as you and me with an unrivalled opportunity to indulge our passions in circumstances of the utmost discretion."

"Well…," I answered, hesitantly, "It does indeed… but… we don't organise these things on a regular basis. We have only ever done two in fact… and both were effectively payments for favours"

"Yes I know," said Andre, "Favours which resulted in more boys being rescued!"

I shot Joshua a glance with eyebrows raised, wondering what else he told this stranger. Joshua blushed:

"Just listen, Dad, Andre has a great idea to tell you!"

I looked at Andre.

"Well, let's cut to the chase, shall we?' he said, "I do indeed have an idea that I want to propose to you that I believe we can both benefit from."

Andre outlined his proposal: He and a number of his friends with similar interests would set up a trust fund that would provide bursaries for boys like Derek and Rikus to complete their schooling on Skobbejak. There would be unwritten criteria for selection… basically the understanding would be that they must be boys who would 'fit in' with the Skobbejak family.

In return, the trustees would have certain privileges of access to all the boys of the crew (ie, not just the sponsored boys) the details of which would be worked out. It would include participation in regularly scheduled 'fuck cruises' when Skobbejak was in port. It would also include loaning the boys out to participate in private parties and the like at the trustees' mansions and elsewhere.

"Well, Andre," I said, "It is, of course, very generous of you and your friends to offer sponsorships to boys of limited means. However, we are about to depart on an extended educational voyage and we have no more berths available until we return in six months' time. In the meantime I will consider your proposal and discuss it with the boys, who will have a say since they would be expected to "perform" in terms of the contract. I will communicate our response when we get to Maputo or perhaps when we reach Madagascar."

"No problem at all," said Andre, "I did not expect an immediate answer but I would be grateful if you could let me as soon as possible as it will take some time to set things up from our side in any event."

Then, as an afterthought, he added:

"You know what? I have a large beach villa on Inhaca Island. Perhaps you and the boys can join me and my friends there when you call in at Maputo. We can discuss the matter then and have a lot of fun at the same time?"

"Sounds like a great idea. Let's make the arrangements during this coming week!" I replied.

***

After a busy week of training and last minute arrangements we were finally heading out of Durban harbour, bound for Madagascar via Richards Bay and Maputo.

By this time Derek and Rikus had settled very well into the rhythm of shipboard life. There had been some butting of heads in the first few days as they fought for places in the pecking order, as boys are naturally bound to do, but I left the boys to sort themselves out and, as always, they did so without too many bruises and things settled down on an even keel.

We had made some changes in the ship's organisation that Dirk, Johan and I thought necessary and that the crew voted on: Johan, accepted as the natural leader of the crew and by now easily Dirk's equal in seamanship and ship-handling, was elected Chief Mate. He also happened to be the biggest and strongest boy on board, which meant that he was able to dominate any of the boys physically if necessary… always an important consideration when choosing leaders of young boys, since they are basically very physical creatures at that age. Dirk was elected Second Mate and Tiaan, Third Mate. Each of them would lead a watch as we also made the change to a three watch system. Johan and Dirk moved into the cabin vacated by the two students who went home. Ian had begged his father to allow him to become a paying crew member so that he could move into the crew's quarters. Tiaan moved into Ian's cabin, so that all my young ship's officers were now in cabins, and Josh moved in with Tiaan, although they were no longer 'boyfriends." (After two weeks they had become bored with it… boys are naturally promiscuous creatures, after all).

Each watch also elected one boy from among themselves to be a petty officer (effectively second in charge of the watch). They were Josh, Jul and. I approved this choice after a lot of thought as, although he was still very new and inexperienced, Stefan was popular among the boys and a good leader. Although a year younger than Johan, Stefan was as big and almost as strong, which meant that he was more than capable of enforcing his orders if the need ever arose.

On the night before our departure, Ian, Derek and Rikus had asked to be allowed to undergo the crew's initiation ritual and both I and the boys had been happy to oblige. Rikus, of course, being a novice to anal penetration, had great difficulty keeping the giant dildo in his arse through the entire whipping, so he managed to collect nearly double the prescribed number of lashes - a new Skobbejak record of which he was very proud. A week later he was disappointed that the welts that he had been flaunting like a badge of courage (which of course they were) had faded.

"You shoulda whipped me harder, Uncle Jonathan," he moaned, "Then I coulda had the scars on my back forever!."

"You boys really are strange creatures!" I laughed, ruffling the blonde bristles of his newly crew-cut hair.

I found it an interesting contrast that, although the initiation whipping, performed with a braided leather whip across their bare backs, was probably a lot more painful than the police caning Derek and Rikus had received just a week before, both boys bore their whipping in stoic silence, apart from perhaps a strangled grunt of pain each time the whiplash sliced across their backs. I asked them about that afterward, when they came to my cabin to have cool soothing 'fridge cream' (the boys' name for sunburn ointment) applied to their welts… and then stayed for sex. Derek answered for both of them and I thought his answer very meaningful.

"We didn't want to let down our mates… or let them think we were sissies. At the police station we had only ourselves to let down…"

We had delayed our departure by a few days waiting for the right weather window to take us to Richards Bay and we were now finally on our way. There was an air of high excitement as Skobbejak exited Durban harbour mouth. We ran on under power for a while to get us clear of the shipping and then, about three miles out, all boys turned to hoisting and trimming the sails. I always enjoyed watching the muscles in their backs, arms and legs flexing and bunching rhythmically as they hauled on the heavy ropes like a well-oiled machine, leaning back and stamping the deck with their hard bare feet like a tug of war team. As we turned to head east the ship heeled joyfully and we felt the surge as the sails filled and Skobbejak leaped forward. Minutes later Johan cut the engine and there was a spontaneous cheer from all the boys on deck as they realized that our East African adventure had finally begun.

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