Golden Smile Cruise Line

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

Golden Smile Cruise Line

“Neil,” Mom called to me. It sounded like her ‘you’re in trouble’ tones, so I didn’t spend time getting dressed but went to the kitchen in just my pajama bottoms. I regretted it the moment I stepped into the kitchen, as all three of the Peterson girls were there, in addition to my two sisters, and of course, Mom.

“Jen had a cancelation on the cruise she works on, and if you think you can behave, she’s invited you.”

The golden Smile Cruise? Of course I wanted to go. Eva, my older sister, got to go last year and she couldn’t stop talking about it. All the fun she’d had. The meals, the pools, the entertainment, she loved every second of it. But tickets were very expensive, and the only way I could possibly go was if I traveled as a guest from someone who worked for the company. Someone like Jen Peterson.

“Yeah,” I said. My heart started racing. Last year, the thing that Eve talked about the most was seeing the boys. For me, it would be seeing the girls. It was an internationally registered ship, so maybe the girls went topless. At least I sure hoped they did.

“Eva and Camila will be going too. You’ll have to listen to Eva. She’ll be in charge of you.”

Leave it to Mom to ruin my daydreams about what it might be like onboard the ship. But even if my older sister was in charge, I’d still be able to run wild. Eva would be watching other boys and wouldn’t have time for me. And I could pretty much ignore Camila. She had just turned thirteen and was sixteen months younger than me.

“I’ll behave,” I said. I even tried to make it sound like I meant it.

“You’d better,” Jan stated. “The cruise line has strict orders concerning boys between the ages of 11 and 16. It has machines designed to give spankings to those who violate the rules. One mistake could put you inside one of those machines.”

She was joking, right? But she didn’t sound like she was making it up. Besides, Mom didn’t spank. She’d have to approve it, wouldn’t she?

“I’ll send you to one in a heartbeat,” Eva said with a wicked smile.

“You’re just trying to scare me to get me to say no to Jan’s offer,” I said to her. I turned to Mom. I’m going. I’ll behave. You won’t get any calls about me.”

“Okay then,” Mom said. “Pack your stuff, you’ll leave in the morning. Early in the morning. And if you won’t get up when Eva calls you, you’ll be stuck here with me. Breakfast will be at six, and you’ll need to eat, wash, and be out the door by seven.”

I was sure that they wouldn’t really leave me behind. But then I thought, it was Eva. She didn’t want me there. I might interfere with her boy watching or something. I decided right then that I would go to bed early and make sure I set my alarm clock.

But at ten minutes after six, Camila was pulling my covers off and shaking me. I could hear the alarm in the background.

“Get up. Part of you already is.” Camila reached forward and suddenly I knew what she meant. She gripped my dick through my pajamas. I had a boner. She laughed and let go, knowing that I was up now.

I tried to take care of it in the shower, but just before I was about to fire off, Eva came in the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain.

“You don’t have time for that,” she said. “Get rinsed off and downstairs or you get left behind.” She turned and left.

That was something totally new. Neither of my sisters had seen me naked. At least not since I was a toddler. And they certainly had never seen me boned up and jacking off! The moment passed, and I quickly finished my shower, leaving the other project to later somewhere on the ship.

With several more warnings about behaving and some unfinished business about this cruise that I didn’t understand, we were soon squeezed into Jen’s car. Jen drove, naturally. Also in the front was Eva and Gail, the next oldest Peterson. She, like me, was fourteen. That left me, Camila, and the other youngest Peterson girl in the back seat. Sonya was thirteen, the same as Camila. Somehow, I ended up in the middle with them on either side of me. It was going to be a long drive.

Check-in seemed to take forever. Eva took care of all of it, so I just had to stand back and check out the girls who were also in line. And there many that hoped to see in bathing suits later on. The ship was just getting underway when we got to our stateroom.

It wasn’t very big. A sitting room, and one bedroom with two beds. Attached to the bedroom was a small bathroom.

“Those are for me and Camila, so don’t get any ideas,” Eva said as I looked inside the bedroom. “You’ll be sleeping in the front room. You’ll use the public rooms for toilet and showers.”

I started to complain, but Eva pushed me out the door and into the hallway. “Go find something to do until we’re in international waters. Then listen to the loudspeakers and follow directions.”

I heard her lock the door behind me. I needed to pee. And perhaps jack off, something that got ruined in the shower back home. I saw a man in uniform and asked where the public bathrooms were.

“You take this passageway to the ladder on the starboard side, then go to the Lido deck. The public head will be right outside the pool area.”

Since I hardly understood anything that he had said, I just headed in the direction he’d pointed. A little way down the hallway I saw stairs to the right. There was a sign in the hallway that pointed to them with the words Companionway Ladder.

I started climbing. Our cabin was on Deck 5. After passing Deck 6, there was a sign for Lido Deck. I got off the stairs there and could see the pool. It was currently empty. To the side were several doors with signs on them.

One sign had a single word: Woman. Self-explanatory. Across the hall were three others. Men 16 and Older, Boys 11 to 15, and Boys 10 and younger.

I remembered Jen saying something about strict rules for boys between 11 and 16. Then something about spanking machines. The bathrooms signs supported that boys my age were set apart from younger and older ones. Could there really be spanking machines? I went into the one for my age and was shocked.

It was a wide-open room. In the back were a row of shower heads. No dividers, nothing. Along one wall were toilets. The other wall had urinals. Neither had dividers. This was surreal. In my school, the gym locker room had private shower stalls and toilets. The urinals had dividers. A lot of guys, me included, changed clothes in a shower stall. Not many of us used the shower.

Curious, I went to the other two. Except for the size, they were much more like my gym locker room. Privacy was available for showers, shitting and peeing.

Two boys entered and stopped when they saw me. The older one couldn’t have been more than 10, and the other was around age 8.

“Hey, you aren’t supposed to be in here,” the older one said. “I could tell, and then you’d get spanked like our brother did last year.” He and his brother stood there.

I decided it was best if I left. Apparently, the spanking machines were real too. This was starting to look pretty serious.

There was no way I was going to shower or jack off in the wide-open bathroom. I’d have to find some private place to do the second one. As I exited the public restroom, I heard an announcement over the ships PA.

“The ship is approaching International Waters. All boys older than 11 and younger than 16 must be clothing free beginning fifteen minutes from now.” It was repeated, and then said again in a different language.

Clothing free? As in naked? They couldn’t force me to be naked. And the announcement only said boys, nothing about the same age girls being clothing free. I started to head back to the stairs. I had barely started down when I heard another announcement. It said that decks 5 and 6 would participate in a life boat drill in fifteen minutes. All guests assigned to a stateroom on one of those decks need to be in their stateroom before then.

I hoped I remembered the room number right. I went to room 525B and tried the handle. It was locked. I knocked on the door. Several seconds later Eva opened it.

“Camila is in the shower. It’s too hot in there with the door closed, so you’ll have to wait out here. You’d better give me your clothes.”

“The hell with that,” I said. “I’m not going to get naked. They can’t spank me without permission, and Mom would never give it. Besides, she’s not here.”

“And who did she leave in charge of you and Camila?” Eva asked with a smile.

My eyes went wide. She was in charge of me. I’d heard it stated at check-in, and a call to Jen Penderson confirmed it.

“Your clothes?” she said, holding her hand out. Then behind her I saw Camila come out of the bedroom. I got a very quick glimpse of her before Eva pulled her hand back in and slammed the door closed. She locked it again.

I could hear them through the door. Camila was asking if I had seen her naked, but Eva said I hadn’t, that I wasn’t in position to see the bedroom. It was either wrong or a lie, I had seen her, but not long enough to even realize she was naked. I had seen nothing.

“Good,” Camila said. “At least five minutes from now, he’ll be naked for the rest of the cruise.”

“You need to get dressed. They also announced a lifeboat drill a few minutes from now.”

“Attention, attention. The ship is now in international waters. All boys older than 11 and younger than 16 must now be naked.” The announcement was repeated in English, and then in another language.

I knocked on the door but didn’t get any response. Then, a man in uniform came down the hallway.

“You sir, what is your name and room number,” he demanded.

“Neil White. This room, but my sisters won’t let me in.”

“You need to be undressed. Did you hear the announcements?”

“Yeah, but I’m not going to do that until they let me inside.”

The man pulled out a radio. “Check on a Neil White, stateroom 525B. Clothing Violation, the boy is fully dressed and stated he is aware that he shouldn’t be. He refused to undress.” A few seconds later, he got a response. “Neil White, age 14, under the direction of Eva White, age 16. Guests of Jennifer Parkerson, employee number 156832. He is to participate in a lifeboat drill in three minutes. Appropriate his clothing and escort him during the drill. His legal guardian will determine the appropriate punishment which will be administered at the end of the lifeboat drill.”

“Ten-four,” the man said. He looked at me. “It is best for you if you hand me your clothing. Resisting will only result in additional charges.”

He didn’t seem angry, but he still stood right in front of me. I could see he meant what he said. I slowly began removing my clothing and handing him each item.

“You keep the shoes and socks on; footwear is required except while on the pool deck.”

That left me in boxers and shoes and socks. I paused.

“Look, if you didn’t know the rules, I get it. Some boys aren’t told until after we are in international waters. But if I have to call for help, it will be worse. Hand them over.” Again, his voice was even polite.

I was just stepping out of them when the door to our room opened and Eva was there. “Oh, good, he’s getting undressed,” she said.

“Not good. I assume you are Eva White?” the man asked.

“Yes, I am.” She pulled a card out of a pocket and handed it to him. “This shows I have legal guardianship of him and our sister, Camila.”

The man looked at it, and then handed it back. “He failed to be naked when required. When I told him to strip, he refused. The range of allowed punishments for those two offenses is a programmed 4. You can go as high as a 7. It will be done right after the drill, which will start in about three minutes.”

“Make it a 5. He’s never been even spanked before. I’ll be there to witness it.”

“Fine, Miss White. He will remain in my custody until the punishment is over.”

Just then the drill started. A series of instructions were given over the loudspeaker. Doors up and down the hallway began opening and people were pouring out. And kids. Girls. And I was naked. My hands went over my groin.

“Uncover or I’ll handcuff you and issue another charge. Boys your age are not allowed to hide their privates.”

As much as I didn’t want to show my junk, I figured the man was doing me a favor. I got the feeling he could have just cuffed my hands behind my back and written another violation. I forced them to my side.

As we headed for the stairs, I saw scores of other naked boys. Several of them were warned by parents not to cover up. At least I wasn’t alone.

The drill was simple. It taught us where our lifeboat station was. Which one was designated for us. Where life jackets were. Then it was over.

“This way,” the man said to me. He led me down another passageway and then we took stairs up to Deck 8. It was wide open, and in the front of the ship I could see a row of what had to be the spanking machines. Five of them were already occupied. I was put into an empty one and a man there asked Eva for the charge and severity, but the man answered those questions.

Two long, rubber tubes faced me, and I was told to put my arms into them. They were pulled up to beyond my elbows, and then they lifted my arms above my head. Soft straps encircled my ankles.

“Mode 5,” the man said as he pressed buttons on the control panel. “Twenty swats, force 2, moderate speed.”

Other kids were gathering in front of me. They could see all of me. Some were naked boys, but most were girls. They showed eagerness for my show to start.

“Here goes,” the operator said. I heard a slight noise and then a loud slap sounded. It burned my ass a bit, but was manageable. But as the number of strokes passed ten, the burning kept getting worse. By fifteen, I had tears forming in my eyes. When the last one landed, I was openly crying. The kids in front of me were laughing and cheering.

“Fifteen minutes of viewing time,” the operator stated. “Who is in charge?”

“I am,” Eva said to him.

“Is touching allowed?”

“I’m not sure what that means,” my sister stated. “I don’t want anyone to hurt him further.”

“No, I’m responsible to see that touching is gentle, not painful. But they are allowed to touch him anywhere. I allow a small amount of tickling, but not much.”

“Then yeah, touching is allowed,” Eva stated.

My arms were still in the rubber tubes and held above my head. My ankles were spread and bound. That allowed the kids who rushed forward the ability to touch me everywhere. And they did. My butt, even a finger or two were pressed into my crack. My balls were a favorite target, but the operator warned a couple of girls twice about not squeezing. Even my armpits got rubbed. I didn’t know that could be regarded as sexual, but like with my nipples, it made my dick jerk.

I heard a bell ring and the operator ordered everyone to back away. Much to my surprise, they all did without hesitation. That told me that even girls could be punished somehow.

I was released and custody was formally returned to Eva, who warned me that I’d better follow all rules and orders given to me by her, Camila, and even to Sonya and Gail Peterson.

“You have an erection. Masturbate for us,” Camila ordered.

“Not here,” the operator said. I calmed down, but only for a second. “Get him off the deck tile and over to where that hose is. He’ll be responsible for washing down anything that comes out of his penis.”

Nobody had ever seen me jack off. I considered it more private than peeing or shitting. But now I was required to do it with both of my sisters watching, as well as two of my next-door neighbors and a score of other kids. Mostly girls, but a few naked boys were there too.

I’d needed to do it since I woke up this morning. But with a large audience watching me, it took forever before I was finally able to squirt a few meager globs of cum onto the deck. Then I had to use the hose to wash them overboard.

We headed back towards the room, but as we passed the Lido Deck, Camila asked if she could use the pool.

“Yeah, but I assume you want your suit,” Sonya said. “Although, you can swim naked if you want. Last year when I was here, there was a girl who did, nearly every day. But I think her parents were making her go naked as a punishment for something.”

“Yeah, I need my suit,” my sister giggled. We went down, and again, I had to stand in the hallway while my sisters went into our room and the Peterson girls went across the hallway. Eva and Camila were laughing when they exited, and once they looked at me, they laughed harder. We waited a few more minutes before Gail and Sonya came out of their room.

As we got to the Lido deck, I headed for the pool, but Eva stopped me.

“You need to shower first. Let’s go.”

Much to my surprise, she led the way into the bathroom that I thought was just for boys between 11 and 16. Inside were four other boys, and three girls.

“Who wants to wash him,” Eva asked. Camila and Sonya wanted to, but Gail Peterson pushed them back. “Next time. He’s my age, and I’ve hardly had a chance to look at him so far. Now I want to touch him.”

We went to a shower nozzle right next to where one of the other boys was. Camila and Sonya stared at him as Eva and Gail started the water on me. Eva got something out of the bag that held a couple of towels and handed it to Gail.

Gail looked at it, and then smiled. “Yes. He needs this special soap.” She began washing me, paying particular attention to my armpits and groin, but covering everything except my head. Eva had a tube of shampoo and was using that.

“Hey, something is wrong, I think I might be allergic the soap you’re using,” I said. “It’s getting hot.”

“We’ll rinse it off in a few seconds, you’ll be fine.”

It was really starting to get uncomfortable, especially on my ball sack, when Eva turned the water back on and they started to rinse me while they wiped me with their hands. Sonya and Camila came back over as they shut the water off.

“Oh, my, I love that new look,” Camila laughed. The other three girls joined in, and that attracted the attention of the girls who were washing other boys.

“Did you use hair remover on him?” one of the girls I didn’t know asked. “I thought he had hair when he came in here.”

“Yeah, we did,” Gail responded.

I looked down. My groin was bald. The girls were laughing.

“Can I borrow it for a second?” one of the other girls asked. “I want to make my brother as hairless as you did him.”

“Are you one hundred percent positive that your parents won’t mind?” Gail asked. “Girls can be punished and kept naked like the boys are in case you didn’t know.”

“Oh, no, I didn’t know that. I guess it will have to wait until tomorrow.”

“Neil, where do your hands belong?” Eva suddenly asked me.

I moved them from over my privates to my sides.

“That is the last warning you get. Next time anyone sees you covering up, you will make another trip to the spanking machines.”

Now that I was hairless and clean, we headed for the pool.

So many boys were naked that to my surprise, I hardly drew any attention. It was easy to tell which boys were 16 and older because they had suits on. It was a bit harder to tell the boys who were eleven and younger because I saw several boys I was positive were less than eleven but were naked anyway.

My sisters and neighbors left me as they hurried to go and check out other naked boys. I had to keep from looking at the girls as it made my dick start to get hard. I didn’t want to have a boner, and for all I knew, having one was a rule violation.

“First time here?” a boy said as he stopped next to me. “It sure would be a lot more fun if the girls had the same rules we did.”

“I can’t look at them or I’ll get a boner. Is that a rule violation?”

“No. The girls love it. But sperming in the pool is a clear violation that will send you instantly to the spanking machines. If you need to shoot, there is a trough over there just for that purpose.” He pointed to a wall in the back of the pool area. There was a dozen or so boys with their right hand in front going up and down, or out and back. On either side of all of them was at least one girl. As I watched, I saw the butt of a boy firm up just before he bent his knees.

“John’s doing it,” the girl next to him yelled out. All the other girls in the area hurried over to watch.

“Yeah, it gets a lot of attention,” the kid next to me stated. “But if you gotta do it, that’s the place. I feel sorry for those who the person in charge of them doesn’t allow them to play with themselves. They eventually leak cum, and then they get escorted to the machines.”

“Please don’t give that Idea to my sisters or the girls who live next door to me. They would be thrilled to see me cum and just as happy to watch me get paddled. That’s them over there.” I pointed.

“Shit, that sucks. My mom is my sponsor. She’s pretty good about a lot of stuff. This is my third year here and I’m getting kind of used to being seen naked by everyone. At least I don’t have sisters or kids who live near me here. Last year I had two cousins and hated it. By the way, I’m Ken. Ken Buccass.”

He held out his hand. I shook it. “Neil White.”

“Come on, the girls at that table over there are kind of cool. Yeah, they like looking, and they’ll touch if you let them, but they don’t go crazy like some of the younger ones do. They won’t mind having a younger boy sit with them.”

I looked where he was pointing. “They don’t look younger to me. I’d guess they are all fourteen or fifteen.”

“A couple are thirteen. I think the red head is your age.” He started heading towards them as we talked.

I looked closer. “I’m fourteen,” I said.

He started to laugh, and then saw that I was serious. “But you don’t have any hair.”

“My sisters and neighbors took care of that earlier this morning.”

He made introductions. One girl was studying my face, which stood out because all the others were looking much lower.

“Neil?” she asked.

I looked closer. Oh, shit. Abby Green. She was from my middle school. In fact, she’d be starting high school with me in the fall. I’d had a crush on her since I was about ten. Her eyes moved to my middle, just in time for her to see my dick begin to grow. I moved my hands to cover up, but Ken grabbed them.

“Don’t. There are scores of girls here who would report you in an instant if they saw your hands over your middle.” Once I stopped trying to move my hands, he let them go.

“Thank you,” I whispered to him. Then I turned back to Abby. “I remember you saying, “My eyes are up here” to me once when I was looking at your chest.”

“Yeah, but my boobs were inside my clothing,” she said. But she did look up. “Nice to see you. How did you end up here?”

“My mom didn’t mention the rules, she simply asked if I wanted to go on a cruise ship with Eva and Camila. It wasn’t until we got to International Waters that I found out what happens to boys on this ship.”

“Well, I’m sure you are very embarrassed, but I do like seeing all of you. Back home, I never got to see enough. You didn’t even like going shirtless.”

“Yeah, well, yeah.” I was out of words. My dick was hard and I was standing in front of a girl who lived near me and would be in some of my classes at school.

“Abby,” someone called. Praying it wasn’t another girl from home, I looked. I didn’t recognize her, which was good.

“I’ll see you again later,” Abby said as she got up. She took a last look at my boner and then went to meet her friend.

“She lives near me, and will go to my school,” I said to Ken.

“You handled it well,” he said. “I’d go nuts if girls I knew were to see me.” He stood. “This is a safe table, you can trust all the girls here. I’m going to go mingle. Catch you later.”

“Bye,” I said as he stood and headed away. I turned to the girls he’d introduced me to and was trying to think of something to say when one of them looked down.

“You’d better go use the trough,” she said. “You’ve got a stringer of semen hanging down from your thing, and if it touches the floor, there are girls here who just love watching boys get paddled. They will tell.”

I looked down and saw it. Rather than risk another trip to the spanking machines, I caught it with my left hand. Knowing that there would be plenty more, I took her suggestion and headed for the back wall.

Camila saw me and said something to Gail and Sonya. The three of them headed towards where I was headed. They were going to watch. I started to turn away, but a hand reached out and squeezed my dick gently. I all but exploded, and managed to catch the next stringer as it leaked out. There was no avoiding it, I had to jack off, and the only place to do it was at the trough.

The boy to my left turned and looked as I began petting the pooch. He didn’t just look; he stared as his own had was rubbing his dick. Then Sonya was right next to me on the other side, and Camila cut off the boy’s view from the left.

There was no stopping now, I had to finish. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend that I was alone in my bed back at home. It eased my mind enough for me to have a very much needed ejaculation.

“That was so cool, and you shot a lot of it,” Gail said with a giggle. “I’ve stood here and watched dozens of boys do that, but seeing you, someone I know, made it better.” She laughed as she moved on.

Now I had to live with the fact that my two sisters, and Gail and Sonya Peterson had just watched me jack off. I was in a daze, and just wandered off. I soon found myself on the main deck, and went over to the spanking machines where I spent half an hour watching boys get paddled.

“You’re going to need some sun block if you are going to be up here,” Abby said from behind me.

I turned. She was with two other girls. All eyes were on my exposed privates, and I prayed that I wouldn’t get hard again.

“His mom and sisters tricked him into coming on this cruise and never told him that he’d have to be naked,” she explained to the other two girls. After a few seconds, she looked up and made eye contact. “I’m sure you are very concerned about me seeing you, but what the hell, I’ve seen all of you now and nothing can change that.”

“But, still, you keep looking,” I mumbled.

“And if the tables were turned, try and be honest. Would you stop looking at me?”

I didn’t say anything. We both knew I wouldn’t.

“Come on, I want to take you somewhere special. It isn’t dangerous, and we are allowed to go there, but few kids are ever there. I’ve got some sun block with me and we’ll spread it on you. Yeah, you’ll get a boner. But you’ll be able to take care of it. Legally, without a bunch of other kids watching and hoping you miss one blob of cum and it ends up on the deck.”

The three of them started heading for the back of the ship. “Where are we going?” I asked as I followed.

“To the fantail. The ass end of the ship. You’ll be able to smell the exhaust from the engines, and it can be a bit noisy, but that keeps other kids away.”

We went down three decks and then continued moving to the back. Eventually, it ended with a door that had a wheel on it. The girls started turning the wheel and I could see latches moving towards the center. Then they pushed the door open and we stepped through onto a ten-foot area almost as wide as the ship. They closed the door and turned the wheel the opposite direction.

“Nobody comes here,” she said, speaking louder because we could hear the sound of the water as the propellers pushed the ship forward. “And if they do, we’ll know before they can get the watertight hatch open.”

Abby did indeed have sun block, and she squeezed some onto her hands and the hands of the other two girls.

“Just let us have our fun. I won’t deny all of us want to touch you in places you didn’t even want us to see. But we will make it exciting. How many girls have ever given you a hand job?”

I didn’t need to respond to that. All four of us knew the answer. They started high, low and center. Abby had given the center spot to one of her friends. She was working on my face and ears. The third girl was doing my legs. And even though it hadn’t been touched yet, my dick was rock hard again.

They met in the middle. The girl doing that had done everything except my dick and balls. She’d even done my butt twice since she had to wait for the other two who had more surface area to cover.

Then the three of them took turns making sure that my stuff was well protected from the sun. In seconds, I could feel another cum was about to happen. Before I could say or do anything, one of the girls said something, and I was pushed to the back edge. One hand kept applying sun block to my dick as it exploded with an amount of cum that even surprised me. And she kept going until it was done, even squeezing out the last bits.

“Relax, enjoy it,” Abby said. “We’d like to do that again, if you’ll let us. We do around three to six boys each year. You’re the oldest boy we’ve ever done. Oh, this is Mary, and that’s Elle.”

I was speechless. I’d just been jacked off by a girl. And despite it being horribly embarrassing, I had enjoyed it.

We talked. About me. About them. And they shared what they said my sisters might try to pull.

“Tomorrow, we’ll be on a private beach on an island. Every year, there are some girls who try to convince boys to go off the beach and get ice cream or something. They don’t tell them that leaving the private beach gets the boy arrested. He gets handcuffed, behind his back of course, and taken away. His sponsor has to come to get him released from jail. The whole time, he is never given anything to wear. And it is all just a sham. Before he can go back to the private beach, he must get a public paddling in the center of town. The girls who live there love it. Once back on ship, he gets paddled again in one of the machines. Some girls think it’s funny. Don’t fall for it.”

“I heard that the girls who do it get paid by the town, since the people who live there are not allowed to use the beach, and they can’t see any of the naked boys,” Mary stated. “They love to have a naked boy to entertain them.”

“I’ve heard that too,” added Elle. “And worse stuff. I even heard that one boy had to give oral sex to a kid who lived there because the kid said he’d been harmed by other girls who compared the naked kid to him.”

All of this was frightening to me since I totally believed that Eva wouldn’t hesitate to do all she could to make me pass into town. Without this knowledge, I would have for sure fallen for it. And even knowing might not protect me.

Just then we heard the ship’s PA. “Neil White, report to any officer of the ship immediately.” It was repeated twice.

“You must have been reported as missing,” Abby said. “You’d better go.”

I hurried through the water-tight door and down the hallway until I found someone in uniform who had one gold stripe across each shoulder.

“I’m Neil White,” I said. “I heard the announcement.”

The man pulled out a radio and reported that he had ‘found’ me in a passageway I had no business being in. The call back directed him to escort me to deck 8. I knew there was only one thing on that deck: the spanking machines.

When I hesitated, the man grabbed one of my arms and all but dragged me there. My sisters and the Peterson girls were there, along with easily fifty other girls.

“He refused to come along,” the officer said, still clutching my arm.

“Give him a Mode 7,” Eva said.

I was taken to an empty machine. Two others were in use. Once again, two long, rubber tubes faced me, and I was told to put my arms into them. They were pulled up to beyond my elbows, and then they lifted my arms above my head.

“Mode 7,” the man said as he pressed buttons on the control panel. “Thirty swats, force 4, moderate speed.”

As before, many other kids came to watch.

“Here goes,” the operator said. The first slap landed, and it hurt worse than the last one had the first time I’d been in one of these damn machines.

I was openly crying by the twentieth stroke. The last ten had me all but screaming in pain. None of the kids watching showed any sympathy for me.

“Thirty minutes of viewing time,” the operator stated. “Who is in charge?”

“I am,” Eva said to him.

“Is touching allowed?”

“Yes,” Eva responded without hesitation.

Trapped in the machine, I could do nothing to prevent anyone from touching me. One girl slapped my butt and was quickly told to leave and not come back that day. Other kids learned from her mistake and touches to my rear were more like gentle massages, but it still hurt like hell.

When my viewing time was over, I heard the bell ring. I was released and custody was formally returned to Eva.

“Where were you?” she demanded. “We searched everywhere, and couldn’t find you. And unless you want to get right back into a machine, every word you say had better be the truth.”

“Abby Green is on board. She saw me, and took me to the fantail. That’s where I was.”

“Abby Green?’ The girl who lives near us? She got to see you naked?”

“Yeah.”

“This just keeps on getting better and better. How did it feel getting seen by a girl I know you like? One who is going to see you in school.”

“Embarrassing,” I said. It was true, but it didn’t come close to covering all the ways I felt during my time with her.

I couldn’t escape from them the rest of the day. Gail never seemed to get tired of watching me jack off, something I had to do twice more.

That night, I was told that playing with myself was not allowed, and that an inspection would be held in the morning. I was not to leave the room. My sisters did let me pee, and then closed the door to the room they had.

I’d jacked off so many times that day that I had nothing left. Not even desire. I got as comfortable as I could get on the rug with just a sheet and a pillow, and tried to sleep.

I woke up as I felt the sheet being pulled off of me. Eva and Camila both looked disappointed to not find any evidence that I’d jacked off.

“Come on, today is a big day, and you need a shower,” Eva said.

Like yesterday, it was done in the large public room. Six other boys were in there; all being washed by girls. Other girls were just standing in the back watching.

I somehow managed to get through it without getting completely hard. We went to the dining room and had breakfast, and then returned to our room. The girls packed some stuff while I stood there naked.

As we headed up the stairs (companionway or ladder, Eve corrected me) there was already a line. I could see that life boats were being lowered and filled. The Peterson girls joined us, and we five got into a boat with five other boys and six girls. One of the boys was too young to be naked.

We were about half way between the ship and land when suddenly the engine made an awful sound and stopped. The men driving the ship used their radios and a long conversation took place. From what I understood, a call had been made to the island’s harbor and a boat from there was coming out to tow us in.

I saw that we were not going to the beach where the other boats from the ship went, we were going to the marina. I was suddenly gripped with fear. I tried to tell myself that I didn’t choose to come to the main part of the island naked, but I couldn’t convince myself that it would be okay.

And I was right to be scared. As soon as we landed, police officers handcuffed me and the other four naked boys. Instead of police cars, we were walked through the marina and into town. I could hear other kids from the ship, but vegetation blocked us from seeing them.

People in town looked surprised to see us. I reasoned it was because it was so early in the day. Abby had warned me to not let the girls deceive me and convince me to leave the beach, but now that advice was useless.

More and more people, especially girls, started following along. Handcuffed, there was nothing I could do. Like myself, the other four boys also had erections.

We were taken to the center of town and to one of the larger buildings there.

“You will wait here,” one of the policemen said. “Court will begin in an hour.”

By the time an hour had passed, I think every girl on the island older than 6 had come by to see five naked boys standing there in the sun, naked and erect.

We were finally taken inside. First, all five of us had to get in front of a board that showed height and a card was held in front of us that gave our name and age. At least now, I knew a bit more about the other boys.

Troy was fourteen, the same as me. There were three boys who were thirteen, Greg, Don, and Jeff, and one who was twelve, Danny. Don and Danny were brothers. Next, all five of us were taken before a judge and charged with public nudity, lewd exposure of sexual organs, and indecency. One of the boys, the one who looked to be the same age as me, tried to argue that, but was cut off.

“Young man, I strongly recommend that you allow the person responsible for you to speak to this court. We do not believe the charges are wrong, as you are here naked, and…” he looked to the other five of us, “With erections.”

Like me, he was represented by his sister, who stated she did not dispute the charges.

“You will all be paddled in our machine. And, since it was the Golden Smile Cruise ship that brought you, naked, into our country, we will demand that they also punish you. I will release you to the beach for now, but to show that you are awaiting further punishment when back on board your ship, you will remain in handcuffs.”

The officer who had brought us in started to move forward, but the judge had one more warning to give.

“We do not allow our citizens to befoul the land with ejaculate, and that includes the beach that the cruise ship considers its own. If you must release some, do it in the ocean or find another means such that it does not end up on land.”

We were taken to another part of town, this time with a larger group of kids around us, to the town’s spanking machine. Unlike the one on the ship, this one was primitive. We had to hold two handles above our head while a man pulled the paddle back a certain distance and then released it.

He asked our ages, and started with Danny, who was the youngest. Five times, and it barely even bothered the kid. Next, his brother, who got eight. The same for Jeff and Greg. Troy and I got twelve. And even the last one barely stung. But to have it done in front of what had to be half the town’s population, made it quite embarrassing.

Then we were walked back through town and onto the beach where the rest of the kids from the ship were. I noticed that the town’s police officer followed us onto the beach and waited until one of the ship’s officers came up to him.

As kids from the ship crowded around us, the two officers talked. Then the one from the town approached us and called each of our controllers to stand behind us.

“I am leaving, but the orders given by the judge are in place. Any more charges made against any of you six will result in you spending the rest of the day and overnight in our jail. We have one cell that is sized for as many as ten, but currently only two minor boys are in it, one sixteen and the other fifteen. I’m sure they would enjoy having one or more naked boys to keep them entertained.”

He then warned our guardians that they too could be charged if they did not work to prevent us from violating any rules. Then he left, without removing the handcuffs from us.

“You will have to go into the water to take care of that somehow before you allow any of the stuff you shoot to land on the ground,” Eva said to me as she pointed at my erection.

The ship’s officer cut her off.

“No. With handcuffs on, none of these six are allowed in the water. They will have to find another way.” He stepped back, but I could see a smirk on his face.

“Well, the only other way I can think of is for them to do each other,” the girl in charge of Troy suggested.

“But with their hands behind their back, they still can’t keep from getting some on the sand,” one of the other girls offered.

“Then that only leaves one way,” Troy’s guardian said. “They’ll have to do it orally. With our help, they can do each other at the same time. I think the boys call that a sixty-nine.”

“No way in hell,” Troy said.

“You’d rather take a chance on being in a jail cell with two older teens?” his sister asked.

I could see that like me, he knew he had to do it.

We were helped to get into position. I’d never had a dick in my mouth before, and Troy’s was as big as mine. But I could feel how good mine felt in his mouth, so I knew what he was feeling. Not being really sure what to do, we both kind of experimented until we found what worked. All too soon, I had several bursts of thick, salty cum to swallow. But so did Troy.

We separated as quickly as we could and sat there and watched the brother’s doing each other on one side of us, with Greg and Jeff on the other. It drew the biggest crowd of kids I’d been in yet.

Twice more that day we needed to do it again. By mutual agreement, we chose different partners. I did Jeff, who didn’t shoot anywhere near as much as Troy had. The third time I got Dan, the older of the two brothers.

After that, boats began to arrive, but we were not going to the beach to catch one. Instead, we had to walk back through town, exposed to even more kids than in the morning. Once at the harbor, one of the ship’s boats waited for us. The officer wanted our hands to remain cuffed, but the man driving the boat wouldn’t allow it for safety reasons, saying we had to have life jackets on. The town’s police officer didn’t argue.

Back on the ship, we all had to be paddled while the town’s officer watched to make sure it happened. The only good news was that it was set at Mode 3, 10 whacks, moderate force and speed. It barely hurt.

As I drifted off to sleep that night, I thought about tomorrow. By around noon, we’d be out of International Waters and I’d have to be dressed again. This horrible experience was almost over.

The next morning, right after breakfast, Eva determined that I needed another shower. She sent me to the room next door to let Gail and Sanya know, and then we all headed for the public rest room.

It was packed. It seemed that every girl who had a naked boy in their care was trying to do just what Eva wanted. A last chance to see the boy naked. It didn’t matter, boys were pushed together, three or four to a shower head.

As they soaped me down, I could smell the same soap they’d used before. The one that removed all my body hair. I knew complaining would be a waste of time.

I noticed that several other boys were complaining of a burning feeling and knew that they too were being bathed with the same kind of soap that was used on me. For me, it seemed a waste. It would only add two more days to the time before my hair would grow back.

I managed to make it through the morning without cause to be spanked, although I did have to use the trough in the pool area twice.

Then came the announcement that was music to my ears. “Attention, the ship is nearing the end of International Waters. All persons must be properly clothed to be outside of staterooms.” It was repeated twice.

Eva kept me naked until we felt the ship docking several hours later. Finally, I was allowed to dress.

By early evening, we were home.

“Did you have fun?” Mom asked. I had to look at her to see if it was me she was asking the question to. It was.

“NO. I did not. Eve used soap that removed body hair. And …”

Before I could continue, Mom said she wanted to see. When I gave her a surprised look, she repeated it, only in stronger terms. Not wanting to get into trouble, I lowered my shorts and boxers.

“Oh, you look so good without it. Maybe you should keep it that way until you graduate from high school.”

I didn’t dare say what was on my mind, so I said nothing. Mom and my sisters laughed as I stormed out of the kitchen.

I spent as much time away from them as I could for the rest of summer. After about three weeks, my pubic hairs started to show up again. For several days it itched like hell. But by the time school started, it was back about half of what it had been before the cruise.

I dreaded going to school. I knew that Eva would have told several girls about my time on the cruise. And in my first class, I met Abby Green at the door.

“Oh, hi, Neil,” she said with a smile. “Nice to see you again.” I saw her eyes drift down to my waist, but since I was fully dressed, there wasn’t anything but memories for her to see.

But things changed right after lunch. A girl I sort of remembered from back when I was in sixth grade saw me in the hallway. She had been in eighth grade back then. That would put her in eleventh grade now. It took a moment to come up with her name. Faith Cook.

“Neil White,” she said with a smile. “Step in here with me.” She pushed on the door to a girl’s restroom. When I didn’t follow, she let the door close and stared at me for a few seconds.

“There is something you might like to see.” She pulled out her phone. She pressed some buttons and scrolled a few times, and then handed it to me.

There I was. Fully naked, with my hands cuffed behind my back. I had an erection, but no pubic hair. Below it was text.

“Neil Patrick White. Age 14. Charged and convicted of public nudity, lewd exposure of sexual organs, and indecency.”

“Now, I could allow everyone in school to see this,” Faith said with a smile. “Or, you can come in here with me and make other choices.” She turned back to the door, opened it, and went inside.

She had showed me my arrest document. It also gave my phone number, address, date of birth, and the name of the town where I’d been found guilty. And that my guardian was Eve White, my older sister. I didn’t know how Faith had obtained it, but if it got seen in school, my life here would be ruined. I entered the restroom.

Six or seven girls were inside, and they screamed when they saw a boy there. Faith told them to hush. “I was lucky enough to learn something that this boy, Neil White, doesn’t want to become public knowledge. Enough so that he is going to do something he really doesn’t want to do. He is going to undress and allow you girls to see him naked. However, you must not tell anyone or his secret will be exposed and he will likely be suspended. That’s right, isn’t it, Neil?”

I had no choice in the matter. I couldn’t let everyone in school know the charges I had been convicted of. Suspension would be the least of my troubles. I began stripping.

“Remember girls, you cannot tell anyone about this,” Faith said again. “I, for one, will be very upset if any of you do talk about this.”

I didn’t take my pants or boxers off, but I did push them down to my ankles. As on the cruise ship, I kept my hands to my sides. And no surprise, I popped a boner.

The girls looked on in awe for several seconds, and then began giggling.

“Why do you barely have any hair?” one asked.

“He lost it in a bet. That is part of what he is trying to keep secret.”

At least since Faith answered the question, I didn’t have to say that my sisters removed it.

“Okay, that’s good enough,” Faith said after a minute had gone by. “You can get dressed now.”

I quickly pulled up my boxers and got them over my erection. My pants showed the bulge from it, but there was nothing I could do about it. Faith ordered the girls to leave.

“I’ll bet you didn’t know that the country you were in provides this information on their web page,” she stated. “It is behind a pay wall, which I gladly pay every year since I first found it. There were five other boys charged along with you. It was a lot more than I’d ever seen before, and I’ve known about the web page for four years now. Imagine my surprise to see a boy I remembered from Middle School featured on it.

I stood there, afraid to say anything out loud.

“Let’s step back outside before someone else comes in.” She led the way.

We were alone in the hallway. “We both have a class to get to. I want you to ride my bus home with me after school.” She gave me the bus number. “Be on it, or expect to become the most popular boy in school. I also know about the blowjobs.” She turned and left me standing there.

I somehow made it through the rest of the day. My mind was a mess. More girls had now seen me naked. And I had no idea what was going to happen when I got to Faith’s house.

She sat with another girl and barely looked at me as I passed her on her bus, so I took a seat two rows behind her. I got off when she did. The girl she’d been sitting with walked next to her. They both giggled several times. It sounded odd from girls who were sixteen or seventeen years old. Almost menacing.

They both went up to the porch of an older two-story apartment building. Again, I followed. Neither of them turned and looked at me. Until we got to room 208 and Faith was getting keys out of her purse.

“I can’t believe he followed you home,” the other girl said. “Come here little boy. We won’t bite.”

I followed them inside a small two-bedroom apartment. It was cluttered, not neat, and smelled a bit musty.

“Why are you here?” the other girl asked.

“Faith told me to ride her bus home. I guessed that she wanted me to follow her here.”

“Be kind, April, or he’ll pee himself and then the room will smell.” Faith put her book bag down on the kitchen table. “Have you ever seen a boy masturbate?” she asked, presumably to April.

“Billy Clark did it for me back when we were twelve. He didn’t really want to, but I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. I enjoyed it so much I made him do it again.”

I recalled hearing rumors about that years ago. I would have been ten years old then.

“Well, Neil White is going to do it for us. And it will be a lot more interesting than watching Billy Clark, who was just twelve back then.” Faith looked at me. “Get undressed. Everything off, even your socks. I want to see every inch of your body.”

As I started to strip, April was surprised. “He’s going to do it just because you asked him to?”

“No, of course not. I know a secret that he doesn’t want anyone else to know. His willingness to do what I want is my price for silence. He doesn’t know it yet, but when he leaves, his underpants will stay here. Once on the street, he’s going to get pantsed in front of a group of girls. The boys doing it might get in trouble if he tells, but I don’t think he’ll risk that.”

I stopped. So far, I’d removed my shirt and one shoe and sock. “No,” I said. “Tell her the secret. Tell everyone. You’ll get in more trouble than I will.”

“Oh, I’m so scared,” Faith pretended to show fear. “Go ahead, get dressed, leave. We’ll call the police. We’ll tell them how you followed us here. How you threatened us with a knife. Made us strip naked. Now I know what you’re thinking. What will happen to me when the police check my phone.”

She paused, smiling at me for several seconds before continuing.

“Do you really think there is a web page showing what I showed you? Do you really think my phone has any pictures of you naked on it? I’ll tell the police that you were on some crazy cruise ship where you got to be naked all the time. I’ll tell them it turned you into a sexual deviant. They will investigate. Who knows, maybe they’ll find out you got arrested and charged with lewd exposure of your sexual organs. That will quickly become public knowledge. Is that the choice you want to make? Or do you want to finish what you came here for -- an end to my involvement in embarrassing you. I’ll never blackmail you again. But only if you do what I want now, and then later that you allow the boys pulling down your pants to win.”

Once she said it like that, I did have to think that the idea that a government web site would have pictures of naked boys that people could pay a fee to download couldn’t possibly be true. Even if it was a foreign country. Yet somehow, she had the picture, and also knew that five other boys had been arrested and charged along with me.

And the list of people who had that knowledge and knew me was a short one. My two sisters, and Gail and Sonya Peterson. And the only one of those who should have been able to see or perhaps have a copy of the arrest report was Eva.

If I left now, I wasn’t sure what Faith would do, but it was clear she was in control. I didn’t know if her phone still had a picture of my arrest report or not. She’d had all afternoon to delete it. I wanted this over, and there was one way to achieve that. I removed my other shoe and sock and then my pants and boxers.

“He doesn’t have very much pubic hair yet,” April said with surprise. “Even Billy Clark had a few hairs.”

“I think he shaved them off during the summer,” Faith said. “Trying to look younger for some reason.”

I didn’t feel the need to respond. My dick was hard, and I got to work giving the girls the show they wanted. With only the two of them watching, it didn’t take long before I made them happy.

Faith made me wipe up the mess on the floor, and then she pointed to my clothes. “All but the boxers. Those will be given back to you later.”

I dressed and left without saying a word. Once outside, I had about 25 or 30 blocks to get home, but there was a shorter way. I could cut through a small park and then only have 6 blocks to cover. So far, no boys were following me or paying any particular attention to me. It seemed more likely that if I was to be pantsed that it would happen in the park.

If I took the streets, I could jog the distance. It wasn’t more than three-quarters of a mile. I could be home in ten or fifteen minutes. But I believed that doing that would either make it worse or cause something else worse yet to happen. I turned to the left and headed for the park entrance.

I could see where it was going to happen. Ahead of me was a crowd of kids, mostly girls around my age. They were standing there doing nothing until someone saw me. Then they all stepped off the path. They were smiling, and even if I didn’t know what was going to happen, I’d have been worried about it. I continued forward.

As I passed the center of them, three boys, all thirteen, ran behind me. Two held my arms and the third tugged down on my pants. They came down quickly, and once down to my knees, one of the boys holding my arms looked down and looked surprised. I guessed he didn’t know that I didn’t have underpants on.

With my pants around my ankles, I was turned in a slow circle three times, giving everyone there a look at my privates. Then the boys released my arms and ran off. I quickly pulled my pants back up and began running as the girls had all rushed forward.

I forced my way through them and thought I was going to break free, but there were too many of them. My pants were again pulled down, and this time, I was forced to step out of them. Again, I was turned to give everyone a look at me. My dick got hard and several hands reached out to touch it.

They began lifting my shirt. I didn’t want to be left out here naked, but there were too many of them to prevent it. As my shirt was lifted over my face, I heard Eva’s voice.

“Hey! That’s my brother. Let him go or I call the police.”

It took another threat before the crowd of girls began to run off. They had my shirt and pants, leaving me naked in front of Eva, Camila, Gail, and Sonya. My hands covered my middle.

“Oh, move your hands. It isn’t like we haven’t seen it,” Eva smirked. When I didn’t move them, she added, “Move them, or go home like you are.”

Hoping that meant that they had something for me to wear, I moved my hands.

“Play with it. Masturbate.”

Knowing this could only get worse, I did as ordered. As I jerked it, I saw off to the sides that some of the girls who’d been there when I was pantsed were in the brush. If my sister knew they were there, she wasn’t chasing them off. Having just done it in Faith Cook’s living room, it took a few minutes to be done.

“They dropped your clothes back there,” Eva pointed. “See if you can keep them on long enough to get home.” She and the others turned and headed back to our houses. I turned and saw my pants off the side of the trail fifty yards back. I also saw that a few of the girls in the brush had seen them too. I ran, and barely got there first.

I was able to put my pants on. Once again, I was surrounded, but this time by just a dozen or so girls. To my surprise, they didn’t try and stop me from dressing. Once I had them on, they all ran off laughing. With my shirt in my hand, I headed towards home, putting it on as I walked.

Camila and Sonya were on the front porch as I arrived at home. They were laughing, but said nothing. I was now positive that Eva had arranged all of it, starting with getting a picture of my arrest paper to Faith Cook. But accusing them wouldn’t accomplish anything.

The next day in school was horrible. Now scores of girls laughed and pointed as I walked past, so I knew that other kids were hearing that I’d been stripped naked in the woods. And some of them had seen me choking the chicken.

Abby Green was by my locker. “I heard about yesterday,” she said, and she sounded sympathetic. “If there is anything I can do that would help, just ask. Or if you would rather not even see me right now, I’ll leave.”

I almost told her to go, but then had second thoughts. Other than seeing me, and spreading sun block on my dick on the fantail of the ship, she hadn’t done anything outright wrong. And I needed a friend right then. One who knew what I’d gone through.

“Do you have your time machine with you?” I asked. “I’d like to go back to when we were ten and try to introduce myself better.”

“No, the flux capacitor has stopped working. I’m afraid we are both stuck in this time. But if you’d like to try to say what you wanted to say then, perhaps you’d do better.”

I put all the horrible memories of the past aside. I looked her in the eyes.

“Abby Green, I’m Neil White. I like you, and would like to take you on a date. But all I can afford is an ice cream cone.”

“Well, hello Neil,” she said. “I don’t think the school lunch program includes that, but perhaps this weekend we could find a place that does. Until then, I need to get to class. It is very nice to meet you, and I hope to see a lot more of you.” Then she blushed. “I mean, not more of you, I’ve already, uh…”

“You’ve already seen all of me. And none of your viewing was deceitful, just embarrassing. I look forward to the weekend.”

It led to a close friendship that lasted until we went to separate colleges.

Abby and I parted as good friends, and still correspond frequently. I was invited to her wedding; someone she’d met at her college. A year later, both of them attended my wedding.

The End