Chapter 4

When we do finally awake functionally, we spend the first hour snuggled together, looking at brochures and deciding what we want to see. Eventually, we wander out for breakfast - which was actually dinner for everyone else. We walk as much of the ship as we have the strength for. Movies, casinos, nightclubs, shopping, restaurants, a dizzying array of games and activities - the ship was a floating city. Alex dutifully takes a million pictures to upload.

Since I'm 18 and listed officially as their 'guardian', we could drink legally if I buy it.

On the upper deck, we find a dance club that's open later than the rest. Alex freezes in the doorway. I can't blame him. People were packed in to the dark, smokey room like sardines as loud music blares and some form of dance takes place everywhere. The entire population of Reedville could get lost in here. "Peter?" He has to shout, "Ima break uh rule. Ima break uh lotta rules."

I grab his arm, "No pain, giving or receiving. No touching anyone who doesn't clearly consent before hand. Once an hour we meet right here just to be safe. Clear?"

He was still looking around the place. I tighten my grip on his arm and repeat myself. "Are we clear?"

"Yes, sir. No pain, no touching, check in every hour. Got it."

I slap his ass. "Have fun." He grins at me and slides into the crowd. I take Beth's arm, "You stay with me." She and I find a table us and discover the joy of plum wine. After a while, we hit the dance floor. Periodically other guys cut in and dance with Beth. She flirts a bit but points to me anytime one of them gets too fresh. Alex appears at various times usually with a girl but twice with a guy. With one of the guys, he gets to show off his tango. He joins me at the table later breathless.

"Sir, if-n I can still stand when we get to the room, tell me you gonna fuck me."

"I won't be nice if I do."

"Oh God," He moans, "Hurt me, Master, please."

I slap his ass again, "Go play."

When I meet up with Beth again, she's talking to an English-speaker who seems to be plying her with drinks. I ignored him and nuzzled the back of her neck to whisper, "He know you sixteen?"

"He ain't asked yet."

"He know you ain't wearin' no panties?"

She giggles, "He ain't asked that either."

"Excuse me, but the lady and I were speaking." He's at least polite.

"'Cuse me, but the lady spoken for."

He thinks about that for a moment. "I see. Very well, then. Good night." He wisely walks away.

"Alex wants me ta abuse him t'night."

"That's what he wants every night."

"Yeah, but we ain't alone t'night. Wanted ta see how you felt."

She thought for a minute. "I don't mind fooling around but not the weird stuff. He deserves uh good spanking but I don't like the other stuff."

Which was kinda what I thought. We go find Alex. When the club doors open, it's sunrise.

"You are shittin' me!" Alex exclaims. I let it go; it's what I was thinking too.

We get lost trying to find our room and have to find the information desk. None of us could stop laughing long enough to ask the question but somehow the porter gets the gist of it. As he escorts us to the right place - we were even on the wrong end of the ship - I try to explain.

"Ok, we've had uh bit..."

" ... I thought you might have..."

" ... but thing is, we own uh damn boat. Been working since we rail tall..."

"I was the youngest girl to ever work the boats 'cause I hit my growth spurt at 9." Beth was very proud of that fact.

"Oh. And what do you do on the boats?"

"Mostly work the nets. I don't like navigatin' but I can."

The porter gives Beth an appraising glance. I think he expected her to say galley or something similar.

"Any way," I go on. I think I'm rambling but I'm afraid that if I stop talking I'm gonna pass out where I stand, "you'd think one uh us coudda told bow from stern."

"Tol' ya we's on'a port side." Alex muttered. "Master my fuckin' ass."

I grab him and shove him hard against the wall. Now I know I'm drunk but I don't care. "Say 'gain, boy?"

"Nothin', sir." His eyes go a bit wide. The porter stammers nervously beside us.

"Watch yo' mouth or Ima make you watch mine the rest uh the trip." I lean closer and whisper - I think I whisper - "I'll eat Beth. Shit, I'll eat the porter an' not let you have uh bit. Jus' watch. You want me ta do that?"

He swallows hard. "No, Sir."

I let him go. He tries to recover some dignity but I could see he's rock hard. I look at the porter who's stunned, "Well, go on."

The poor man double steps us to the suite. I open the door and wave Beth and Alex in first. The porter hesitates a moment and I realize that he doesn't know whether to expect a tip from us. I have a couple small bills in my pocket and give them to him. He looked at them then looked around.

"Look, sir, I don't usually ... I mean, I'm not..." He clears his throat nervously, "What you told you're, uh, friend -"

He must have heard me. "Oh, hell, I'm jus' keepin' the boy in line." Then I smile at him, "Lessin' you change yo' mind. G'night." I go in and close the door. Alex and Beth were standing in the sitting area, waiting for me. They both look exhausted. Even if I wanted to play, I don't think any of us would last five minutes. "Bed. We in Japan t'morruh."

They both relax visibly and undress. I don't remember any of us actually getting into the bed. The next morning, I wake to sea gulls and Alex giving me a blowjob. It was the most wonderful alarm clock in the world. My brain sends the warm, tingly sensation throughout my whole body but slowly I loose track of any feeling but Alex's mouth working my tool over. Who ever invented this deserves a medal. A million medals. We honor the caveman the brought us fire. Somewhere out in history, there's a cavewoman named Ugh whom every man in existence owes a debt of gratitude. Thank you, Ugh. Thank you, thank you, thank you. "Uggghhh." I hear myself groan. Alex could deep throat. I swear I could feel my dick rubbing his tonsils. I know I'm gonna explode soon. So much for staying power; I'm probably the fastest man in the west. I don't care. It feels too good. I grab Alex's hair as I feel the throbbing beginning in the base of my balls. I let loose down his throat grunting and groaning and shaking. Alex doesn't let me go until I push he's head back. His eyes were glazed over.

"Please, sir, please let me cum." He whispers, "Please say yes, oh God, please."

That's when I notice that Beth was no where to be seen. I roll over to the side of the bed and look down. Beth was on the floor blowing Alex. Sticking out of his ass was one of the brochures for China, tightly rolled.

Alex's face was contorted as he tries not to come hard down Beth's throat. I tap the brochure and he winces, then shivers. He clinches his teeth and bears down. After almost a full minute, he leans against the bed, panting. "Oh, god, Sir. Please. I can't hold back much longer. I can't. Make her stop. Please. Let me come." He's sweating. I stroke his face and watch him. He looked tormented but I know in truth, he's enjoying every second of this torture.

I tap the brochure again and he hisses. "What's this for?"

"Paper cut." He moans. "Figured it'd hurt uh bit."

The paper was thick. Rolled it probably has some uncomfortably sharp corners. I doubt it's actually doing any damage but it's probably unpleasant. I give the paper a twist and he flinches. He looked like he's going to cry.

"Oh fuck." He snarls, "I can't stop. I can't. Ima come. Ima come."

I kiss him to shut him up. He shakes uncontrollably. Soon after, Beth slides out from under him and I move over to let Alex collapse on the bed.

"Oh god." He pants for a good minute before springing up, grabbing Beth and kissing her soundly. "I swear, one uh these days I'm make you scream so loud they gonna look for Leather face."