Secrets Aboard!, page 7
“Do you approve of it right now?”
“You already invited Charlie to dinner.”
“How did you know that?”
“Luka told me. It’s Pride Week. Let’s go with it and see how it works out.”
“Stop planning. Just let yourself enjoy, Luka.”
“I’ll take him to dinner. See you there.”
“Thanks. You made an excellent decision that will benefit many.”
Chapter 12 Luka
Luka received a text from Charlie.
Charlie: The captain is talking to Brock. I think he doesn’t want us around the passengers. I was hoping we could go out to dinner.
Luka: I know. He sounded pissed when he saw Brock. Got to go.
The door opened and Captain Clarke entered the room. He didn’t look like he’d had an argument, but he showed signs of stress.
He sat on the side of Luka’s bed, then gestured for Luka to come to him. “We’re going to deal with your profanity, as promised.”
Luka meandered towards Captain Clarke. Fear set in over what the captain was going to do to him for using profanity in a public area. Captain Clarke ran his hands over the front of his slacks and squeezed his hard cock.
“Why are you wearing a G-string again?” Captain Clarke asked.
“That’s all I have, sir.”
“No briefs?” His eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had met an extraterrestrial.
“No, sir. I don’t like them.”
“Buy some.” He pulled Luka closer, his fingers gripping the waistband of his slacks tightly. He removed Luka’s belt and threw it on the bed, unzipped his pants, and forced them down before Luka could stop him.
“Bend over.” Captain Clarke pointed to his lap.
“Why?”
“Each time you use a swear word, you’ll get five swats. Today you used two, so you’ll receive ten swats.”
“What are you going to swat me with?” His eyes lingered on his belt, resting on the berth.
“My hand. I’ve warned you about breaking the taboo rules. You can either take five for each word or I can lock you up in the ship’s jail cell until the next stop, then the police will fly you back to Miami to do the rest of your time with Maleko.”
“What kind of choice is that?”
“Crewmembers are immediately terminated for violating taboo rules.”
“I didn’t think I was really a crewmember.”
“Do you want your court contract terminated for breaking the rules on my ship, or do you want to accept the consequences for your actions? The choice is yours. Which is it?”
Luka bent over Captain Clarke’s lap, his face burning with shame for getting caught swearing. The motion of bending over the captain’s lap made his cock swell.
Damn it! Why am I so turned on? The captain doesn’t need to know how much he turns me on. That man’s head is big enough. He knows what I want and why I want it. Now he knows I like it when he takes me over his knee.
No matter how hard he tried, he found it impossible to break away from his old habits. He used “fuck” a lot in conversation with his friends. They all did.
“Hands to the floor,” Captain Clarke barked as if Luka knew how to bend over his knee properly. How was he to know there was a formal way of doing things? This guy probably created a ritual for how to eat the different food groups on his plate by eating them clockwise.
Luka pushed his hands down, so they were resting flat. A feeling of dread mixed with sexual excitement washed over him as he anticipated what was about to happen. How could he be so foolish as to use profanity in front of Captain Clarke in a public place and think it would go unnoticed? Obviously, he wasn’t fit for public areas on this ship, or at least not with the captain present. Now he had to pay the price for breaking the rules.
The first hard slap to his ass cheeks fell suddenly, with no verbal warning. Luka flinched. Captain Clarke kept vigorously slapping Luka’s buttocks. As each strike landed, the sting lasted longer, intensifying the pain in the earlier spots. Throughout his life, no one had ever administered a spanking to him. This position made him feel like a naughty little boy. With the captain’s hand pressed against his mid-back, Luka found himself immobilized. It was very sexual, lying across the captain’s lap with his bare ass exposed. Luka could feel his pre-cum dripping onto the captain’s slacks. He’d have a fit if he noticed Luka had soiled them from his excitement during a punishment. He had five more swats coming, and he hoped he didn’t come all over him. Then there would be no question what was on the captain’s uniform.
“I’m sorry, sir. I won’t use profanity anywhere.”
“Who is in charge of this ship?” With his frustration building, Captain Clarke delivered a sharp smack to Luka’s ass for the sixth time, the sound echoing through the room.
“You are, sir.”
“Who decides the rules for you?” As he landed the seventh blow, Luka winced at the stinging sensation on his backside.
“You do, sir.”
“Who decides your punishment for breaking rules?” The eighth time Captain Clarke slammed his hand against his ass, Luka winced at the sharp pain and the echo it created.
“You do, sir.”
“Remember who is in charge of you for one year. It’s not you.” The ninth blow left a lingering pain.
“I won’t ever do it again. I’m sorry,” Luka said, not wanting to go to jail. What kind of lover threatens to throw you in prison if you don’t do what he says?
“If you dare to break this taboo rule again, I’ll double it for each word.” The tenth and last strike hurt like a motherfucker. Damn it!
Captain Clarke jerked him upright, yanked up his slacks, and swiftly zipped them.
“When did you decide on that punishment?” Luka felt the heat in his face.
“Are you questioning my choice of punishment?”
“I guess so.”
“Well, don’t! You have a lot to learn about how to address the captain with respect. Never question me about a decision I make in private or public. If you decide to be with me, I won’t show favoritism.”
“Favoritism? I think you’re overdoing, not favoring me.”
“Don’t think then.”
Luka became more turned on each time the captain barked an order at him. Suddenly, the captain noticed the wet spot on his slacks.
“Look at my slacks!”
Luka stared directly at his zipper area, noticing it was soiled by his pre-cum as he had feared.
“I’m sorry, but next time you ought to get naked before you spank me. Then your uniform will stay perfect.”
“You don’t look sorry at all.” He pushed Luka against the wall.
“Why don’t you just fuck me and get it over with? I need to feel your cock in me,” Luka begged.
“Are you giving me an order?”
Luka shrugged his shoulders in confusion. “I’m offering my ass to you the best way I know how. Not an order, sir.”
“I’m in charge, not you.”
“Sorry, but I wanted you to know what I needed.”
“Then strip.”
Luka slowly removed his clothes and threw them on the floor. Captain Clarke lifted Luka over his shoulder and carried him to his side of the cabin. He placed Luka on his back on the bed. Captain Clarke removed his belt, unzipped his slacks, and stepped out of them. He unbuttoned his shirt and picked up the rest of his clothes, folding them on the chair.
“Don’t move.” Captain Clark reached for the lube from inside the drawer of the end table. He pinched the tube, allowing it to fill his hand, then lifted Luka’s legs over his shoulders. He dipped his fingers into the lube, then stuck a finger inside Luka.
“How does that feel?”
“Mmmm. I want more,” Luka said.
Captain Clarke inserted a second lubed finger and then a third, twisting them around.
“Would you fuck me already?” Luka begged.
“Keep your legs on my shoulders.”
Captain Clarke aimed his cock head into Luka’s hole. He slid an inch in at a time, with only a slight burn at the entrance. He finally was all in, and Luka wanted him to pump harder.
“More, please don’t stop.”
“Oh, you’ll get more.”
Luka licked his bottom lip.
“Brace yourself, surfer boy. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to scream for more.”
Captain Clarke’s rhythm was slow in the beginning, then the pace increased. Finally, he plowed his cock in and out so hard and fast, Luka was beside himself. The captain found his pleasure spot repeatedly. Luka was moaning and grunting as Captain Clarke stroked his cock. His balls filled painfully and needed relief. He felt blood pulsating from his balls to his shaft and shortly after, he spurted his cum in four globs into Captain Clarke’s hand.
Captain Clarke immediately followed, shooting all his cum inside Luka. He cleaned his hand with a quick lick, then leaned in to kiss Luka, sharing an intimate moment. Both swallowed what was left in their mouths.
Captain Clarke wrapped his arm around Luka and nibbled on his ear. “Now what?”
“I have no strings.”
“I do. You will sleep on this side every night.”
“How about asking me, sir?”
“You mean you don’t like me ordering you around?” He rubbed his nose against Luka’s.
“I don’t know. Is this your relationship or our relationship?” Luka was all for the captain giving him orders in the bedroom but not anywhere else. The captain had way too much power over him. At any point, he could send him to prison. But would he?
“It’s mine for now. I own you for a year, and you’re at my mercy.” He paused with a grin. “To be honest, I’d like it to be our relationship.”
“What does a relationship look like for you? Ownership or desire?”
“Desire first, then ownership of you for the year, then we’ll see what you want after that.”
“What am I supposed to do now?”
“You need to stay here while I do my job. I’ll come back for you at six. You need to dress up with a tie. No uniform. Can I trust you will stay put?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m going to take a shower and get dressed for work. I’ll have your friend Charlie visit, so you have someone to talk to.”
“Thanks.”
Chapter 13 Captain Clarke
Westly called a meeting on the bridge, where all his officers gathered. He wanted all of them regardless of their shift.
“I’ve made some changes in the rules. In officers’ areas, my officers can invite one companion to our dinners. They may visit our facilities if you escort them, and they’re dressed appropriately, not in uniform. If you want to date a crewmember, then this also applies to them. The updated online welcome pamphlet will reflect the changes to some rules. That’s all.”
With Brock by his side, Westly left the bridge, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. They entered their favorite bar and took a seat, greeted by the familiar clinking of glasses, lively chatter, and the smell of alcohol, and freshly squeezed citrus.
Westly ran a weathered hand over the cool, polished wood of the bar counter, the gentle hum of the ship vibrating beneath his palm. The Stargazer Lounge, with its plush teal booths and porthole windows overlooking the endless ocean, was a far cry from the dingy college pubs they used to frequent. Yet, the familiar scent of beer and sound of laughter hanging in the air conjured those memories with a vividness that surprised him.
Westly raised his glass in a silent toast to Brock, his best friend from his college days, who sat across from him. Brock, ever the pragmatist, wore a wry smile.
“Get in touch with Charlie and tell him he can visit Luka at my cabin,” Westly said.
“I’ll send him a text.” Brock pulled out his phone and sent Charlie the message.
“I hope this change doesn’t get out of hand.”
“It will keep the officers from going crazy.”
“But some are married,” Westly said.
“That’s not your problem.”
“I don’t want to contribute to breaking up a marriage.”
“None of the married officers on this cruise are gay. So, no worries.”
“True. Remember that time we challenged ourselves to try every beer on tap at the Rusty Anchor?” Westly chuckled, glancing at Brock across the high stools. His oldest friend, a shade shorter with brown hair and a mischievous glint in his gray eyes, mirrored his grin.
“How could I forget? You spent half the night singing drunken sea shanties, nearly getting us kicked out.”
Westly’s laughter filled the air, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of affection for his best friend as the memory replayed in his mind of when they had joined the Marines together after college graduation. “And you, my friend, attempted to do the Macarena on the bar top. Let’s just say your rhythm was…questionable.”
The bar pulsed with a vibrant energy and rainbow flags were draped across the walls, reflecting the twinkling lights overhead. Drag queens in sparkling costumes flashed between tables, drawing laughter and cheers. It was a world away from their college and Marine days, yet their shared history, the unspoken bond, remained as strong as ever.
“To old times,” Westly said, his voice warm with affection.
“And new beginnings,” Brock replied, clinking his glass against Westly’s.
“I’m glad we talked before. I want a proper relationship with Luka. I just hope it lasts.”
“Our talk helped both of us. I’m happy I can get to know Charlie.”
“I have a toast for us,” Westly said.
Brock lifted his glass and waited for Westly.
“To the journeys we’ve taken, the lessons we’ve learned, and our friendship that has stood the test of time.”
Brock clinked his glass against Westly’s again, his eyes shining. “To us,” he echoed, the sentiment resonating in the cheers and laughter that filled the room.
After they finished their drinks, Brock said, “Did something change with you and Luka after your talk at lunch?”
“Yes.”
“I see. You seem happier. Are you going to tell me what’s going on with Luka and why he’s on this ship?”
“Let’s move to a booth where we can talk privately.”
The bartender asked if they wanted another drink. Both nodded and they moved to a booth.
“So, Luka is a mystery. Even Charlie said something is off between you two. He said you locked him in his cabin. That’s not safe. What if there was a fire?”
“I recently installed an emergency button that will unlock his door. He is never to use it unless there is an emergency though.”
“Why did you lock him up?” Brock scrunched his face like he thought Westly’s behavior was out of bounds and it baffled him.
“It’s very complicated. He was part of a robbery with his boyfriend. Luka helped by being the driver.”
“Luka? I can’t imagine that guy being part of a robbery. I just can’t.”
“Getting to know him, he talks a big game, but he’s insecure and needs love and direction. This was his first boyfriend, who must have preyed on his insecurities and made him feel safe.”
“Where’s his boyfriend?”
“He’s in prison. Luka’s father asked if I would take Luka in lieu of prison, like house arrest. Give him a job. His father gave up a lot to make this deal with the court. Luka doesn’t know all of the deal, only part of it. So, since I didn’t know or trust Luka, I locked him in. As you saw locking him in didn’t work.”
“No one wants to be locked in.”
“He’s with me for a year, then he’s free to do what he wants. He’s from California, and he said he wants to go back there.”
“I see the problem now. It still sounds odd why the father would ask you. How did he find you?”
“From a family friend. He’s from Brazil. He doesn’t live in the US. Luka isn’t a citizen but has been in the US since he was ten. His father said Luka would have been deported if he hadn’t made a deal with me.”
“I feel like something is being left out. I still don’t get how he found you.”
“His father is part of a drug cartel. He sent Luka and his mother to California for safety reasons.”
“So you made a deal with the drug cartel? What if he wants to use the cruise to deliver his drugs?”
“He can’t from where he is.”
“What do you mean he can’t? Where the fuck is he?”
“Luka doesn’t know, and I can’t say anything to anyone. His father made me promise. He doesn’t want Luka to know his whereabouts or contact him.”
“It’s hard to believe Luka comes from a family with criminal ties.”
“Only his father is involved. His mother is a dedicated surgeon who selflessly offers her services around the world.”
“You’re perfect for him. If anyone can straighten him out, you can. You need someone to fix. That’s one of your favorite jobs.”
“He’s a challenge on many levels, but I have leverage which I know frightens him. I can see it in his eyes, he’s afraid I’ll send him to prison. I made a promise to his father regardless of Luka’s shenanigans, I’d keep him. But I didn’t tell Luka that.”
“Wouldn’t you rather he not be afraid of you? I mean, what kind of relationship is based on fear? I still don’t like him being locked up.”
“Ship’s arrest. He broke the law. He must pay for his crime. If not, he’ll do it again. The court has rules for him.”
“You said he drove the car. He didn’t rob anyone.”
“He enabled his boyfriend by being the driver.”
“So what? He didn’t rob the person.”
“No, he didn’t. But he has to learn never to be part of anything like that again. If there are no consequences, he’ll repeat that behavior and end up in prison.”
“When we stop at Sint Maarten, are you going to let him out?”
“Only with me. He’s not supposed to leave the ship. He’s not exactly trustworthy yet. I’d like to spend some quality time with him off the ship. I’m thinking if I could get an ankle bracelet, it would be easier.”
