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I would probably never have gone to sea if my stepfather hadn't cut my balls off. He caught me sucking a friend's cock one day and flew into a violent rage. My friend, Cyril, pulled up his pants and ran away. I wasn't that lucky. My stepfather, who disliked me anyhow, beat me unconscious. While I was out, he pulled down my pants and cut off my balls. Then, realizing that I might bleed to death, he fetched a doctor who tied off the arteries and veins and sewed up what was left of my bag. He didn't believe whatever cock-and-bull story my stepfather had told him and went to the police. The upshot of that was that step-dad went to prison and mom couldn't support the two of us, so I went looking for work at 14. The only difficulty with that was that I didn't really know how to do anything useful . The owner of a fish market where I asked for work suggested that I try one of the ships in the harbor, as they often had work for boys. So I walked down to the piers and looked for a likely ship. The first one I came upon was a 3000-ton sidewheeler freighter called the S.S. Modos. It was a big ship and I reasoned that it might need several boys for odd jobs. I went up the gangplank and asked the man on watch at the top if there was work for a boy to be had aboard the Modos. He said "Maybe" and called another crewman over to bring me to the Captain's cabin. He knocked on the oaken door which had a brass plaque on it with the name "Captain Detlev Schwul" engraved on it. A voice from inside the cabin said "Yes ?" "This is seaman Edgeworth, Captain Schwul. I've a boy here who's looking for work." "Very vell, zend him in." Seaman Edgeworth opened the door and I entered Captain Schwul's cabin. The Captain was a man in his 30's with a well-trimmed brown beard and moustache who spoke with a German accent. What caught my eye right away, though was a naked boy of about 13, lying on the Captain's bunk. He smirked at me and winked. It was probably lucky for me that I couldn't get a bone on any more. "Zo, you are looking for vork, eh ?" said the Captain. "Yes, sir," I replied. "Vell, as you can zee, I already haf a cabin boy, Cheremy ofer dere. Howefer, our grommet chumped ship at our last port of call, and needs to be replaced." I must have looked puzzled. To me, a grommet meant a hole in a sail or a tarpaulin lined with cord, or leather, or brass. The Captain laughed at my puzzlement. "Grommet iss maritime slang for a ship's boy. Zome people claim ze vord comes from ze Spanish, grumete, a serfant, but zat iss not zo. It iss ze same vord as a grommet in a sail or a lifeboat cover." "Er, Captain, what does the grommet do ?" "Your duties vould be to keep ze fo'c's'le clean und keep ze crew contented on long chourneys". I didn't think I'd better ask any more questions. If I wanted work, here it was. I said "I think I'd like that, Captain." "Goot, zen you are hired. I'll haf ze bo'sun show you around and explain your duties furzer to you." I thanked the Captain . He turned to the naked boy and said "Cheremy, put your shirt on und go und find ze bo'sun." "Jawohl, Herr Kapitaen" Captain Schwul tousled Jeremy's hair and said "Shmart boy." Jeremy put on a shirt which covered all that needed to be covered and ran out to find the bo'sun. Bo'sun Green was older than the Captain, in his 40's I'd guess, with a sprinkling of grey in his hair and beard. He was a tough old salt, but he was friendly, which was a relief, inasmuch as he was my boss. The Bo'sun brought me down to the fo'c's'le and introduced me to the crewmen who were there. "This is Sidney. He's our new grommet and he doesn't know his duties yet." Most of the men smiled, but some of them leered. Hmm.. I have to admit that their names went in one ear and out the other. It would take a while before I could remember who was who. As I expected, I had to use a broom, a mop, a bucket and a duster to clean up the fo'c's'le. I also had to empty the spittoons, a job I didn't care much for. Almost all of the men chewed tobacco. I had to go up on deck and dump them overboard and I was warned, "Dump 'em to looard." . This didn't help much, as didn't know what "looard' meant. The first time I brought a spittoon up on deck with the wind blowing, though, I realized that it must mean downwind. I had a folding cot to sleep on rather than a bunk and I had trouble unfolding it. One of the crewmen remarked "That's alright, you won't be using it much, anyhow." I puzzled over that and over the Captain's remark about keeping the crew content on long journeys. I was beginning to suspect that there was more to my duties than I had been told. We weighed anchor three days after I boarded the S.S. Modos and, after three more days, were well out to sea. I was very pleased to find that I wasn't bothered by the rolling and pitching of the ship. I didn't get seasick.Not having developed any sea legs yet, I stumbled all over the deck when I tried to go anywhere, but I knew that I'd get used to that. We had our meals in the fo'c's'le and afterward, the tables were cleared and the crewmen read or played checkers or chess, or just sat and smoked or chawed 'baccy and spat with amazing aim into the spittoons.But, after we'd been at sea for a week, an evening came when all the men seemed to be waiting for something. Then the Bo'sun called me up in front of them and said "Sid, it's time you learnt the way of a man with a boy." "We're going to be gentle with you....because I'll beat the shit out of anybody who isn't. Y'see, Sid, when men are away from shore and away from women for a long time, they get horny. A man can only take care of himself with his hand so long before it ain't good enough. He needs somebody to fuck. Well, that's why a ship's boy is called a grommet. You know what a grommet is. Have you ever been buggered ?" "No, sir" I replied. I've heard about it but it's never been done to me. " "Well, it won't hurt of it's done right, maybe just a little the first time. And, you'll soon get to enjoy it." "The way Jeremy enjoys it ?" I asked . Bo'sun Green laughed. "You'd better believe it, son. Of course, he only has to take it from one man, while you've got to take it from all of us, but we'll take it easy on your arse. Now, take all your clothes off." I didn't want to take my clothes off because they'd all see that I have no balls. "Do I have to ?" I asked. "Well, you could just take your pants and underpants off." answered the bo'sun. Of course, that wouldn't be any better. So, I turned my back on them and got undressed. When I turned around, they all gasped. "Hell's bells ! who done that to you ?" asked the bo'sun. "My stepfather. He's in jail fer it now." "Why'd he do it ?" asked Bo'sun Green. "I druther not say", I answered. "You can tell us. We ain't going to hold it against you, whatever the reason is." I thought about it for a little while and decided that they were bound to find out about it sooner or later. "He caught me sucking another boy's cock and he beat me near to death and then cut my balls off" "SHIT !" exclaimed the bo'sun. That's awful. Then, you can't get a bone on or toss off ." "I can't do nothing. My prick don't work." "Then believe me, sonny, you're going to enjoy bein' the grommet." Now, there's a folded-up blanket on the table. Bend over the table there and grab the other side of it, and stand with your legs apart. The men are going to grease up their pricks with lard (You ain't a Jew, be ya ?) and the one with the smallest cock, that's Jamie, will fuck your ass nice and easy. Then the others'll do it in turn in order of size. If there's one you can't take, if it hurts, speak up and we'll stop there for now. Once you git used to it, you kin take the bigger ones, too." Even Jamie's small cock looked like a log to me, but I did what I was told and he put it between the cheeks of my ass and just pressed it against my hole. He didn't try to force it in, but just pressed. Finally, my hole started to loosen, and his prick began to slip in. The widest part of the head hurt a little going in, but not enough to complain about. As it slipped up inside of me, I'd have to admit that it felt damn' good. Once he started fucking me, I was sighing, giggling, and moaning by turns. It felt SO good. Jamie made it last so long that some of the others yelled at him. "Finish up fer Chrissakes. We want some too." So he speeded up and finished and I felt his cream spurt into me. Adrian, whose cock was just a little bit bigger than Jamie's was next and I took him without any trouble. And so it went on, each cock made me ready for the next bigger one.Until Garth stuck his big lobcock into me. Garth was 19 and well-hung. He was also surly and mean-looking. He didn't try to make it easy on me. He rammed that thing into my ass so that it hurt. I'm sure he done it a'purpose. I yelped and cried out "Take it OUT !" Bo'sun Green yelled at him "If you can't take it easy on the kid his first time, then get the hell out of him, NOW !" Garth didn't argue with the bo'sun, but he gave him a dirty look. Bosun Green asked me "If we give your ass a rest for a while, do you think you can take more of us ?" "I guess so" I answered. After about 20 minutes, the fucking started again and I did manage to take four more before it started to hurt. . That was the end of my introduction to the way of a man with a boy. Over the next week, I took every one of them and learned to enjoy even the biggest cocks. But, every time Garth fucked me, he managed to make it hurt. I came to hate him. One time he said "Pity you ain't got no balls so's I could squeeze 'em." One evening, Garth was missing from the fo'c's'le, not that anybody cared. He wasn't popular with anybody, never had a good word for anybody. Suddenly, we heard a terrible scream in a very high-pitched voice...Jeremy ! A moment later, Garth came in hastily, out of breath and trying hard to act nonchalant. Bo'sun Green grabbed him. "Did you hurt Jeremy ? "I don't know what you're talking about. I just went out to get some fresh air. " Bo'sun Green grabbed Garth from behind and held him in a hammerlock." Pull his pants down." A couple of the men did. There was blood on Garth's underpants and blood and shit on his prick. The bo'sun frog-marched Garth up to Captain Schwul's cabin and said "Here's the man who raped Jeremy." He showed the Captain Garth's shitty bloody cock. Captain Schwul, who , they tell me, looked as if he was ready to burst had Garth put in irons and brought to the brig. The next day, the Captain held a trial for Garth with himself as prosecutor and judge. Jeremy said that he'd been pretty sure that it was Garth who had raped him but couldn't see him too well. Bo'sun Green told how Garth had rushed into the fo'c's'le right after Jeremy screamed and testified that they had all seen blood and shit on Garth's prick after his pants were taken down.Garth called them all "fuckin liars. Captain Schwul commented "I saw it too. Am I a fuckin liar ?". Of course, he found Garth guilty. Garth was returned to the brig to await punishment. Two days later, on a calm clear morning, the order was given "All hands on deck to witness punishment." We all lined up like we do for inspection in port. Garth was brought up from the brig and stripped naked. He was stood in front of a mast and held against it, facing outward. The Captain took two 10-penny nails with 1" wide sheet metal washers, made special by the ship's tinsmith, on them. The Captain drove those nails, one into each of Garth's balls, nailing them to the mast. Garth's hands were tied in front of him so that he couldn't hold onto the mast. As long as the sea was calm, he could stand upright in front of the mast, but, if the ship rolled or pitched much and he lost his balance, he would rip his balls out. In the early afternoon, the wind freshened and soon there was a strong swell and whitecaps began to appear. Soon, Garth's sea legs were all that could save his balls, for only as long as he could stay upright. The Modos was running head-on into the waves now and was beginning to pitch strongly. Dropping off the crest of a wind-driven wave into the trough of the next, the angle of pitch became too steep for Garth to keep his footing. He stumbled forward and went sprawling, leaving his balls, now torn to shreds, nailed to the mast.. Garth was carried down to sick bay where the ship's surgeon, Dr. Priory, cut away what remained of Garth's mangled balls and bag.. He would certainly never rape anyone again.Once he was up and about again, Garth went up on deck one night and never came back. I had been afraid of Garth and hated it when he buggered me. Now that he was gone, I served the rest of the crew for six years, the happiest days of my life.At 20, I was too old to be she ship's boy and I joined the crew as a deck hand. I still got fucked often enough, but now they had a new grommet, thirteen and a half year old Eddie. I knew that he wouldn't hold the job as long as I had because he had balls, but, because he could cum, I think he enjoyed it even more than I did. |