The ship was rocking violently as it raced Eastward towards the Suez canal.  The wind howled and whistled over the deck.  The water in the pool sloshed and spilled mixing with the cold rain, blanketing the wooden deck.  Waves broke over the bow and the announcing system blared into life.  "All hands stand clear of the weather decks during heavy seas."

    I sat up in the bed and balanced myself with my arms.  The ship bobbed turbulently, at the mercy of the sea.  The ship was soundly constructed and all the furniture remained stationary, fastened to the walls and floor with heavy hardware.  The bed did not move, but Collette and I did.  Collette sat up with me and gripped the headboard to support her body from the raging seas.

    "Wow!" I exclaimed.

    Collette nodded in agreement, "yes.  This is pretty rough."   We sat there listening to the storm through the walls of the ship and bracing our bodies when another announcement rang out, "... clear of the weather decks...."  It was a recorded announcement that would repeat itself every ten minutes until the worst of the storm had passed.  

    We sat on the bed listening to the repeating announcements and feeling the ship heave randomly.  "I guess the party on the pool deck is canceled for the day," I said to Collette as she sat cross-legged on the bed.  

    "Probably," she said, sounding regretful.  She had been looking forward to it and the disappointment in her voice was evident.

    The sound of her voice was like fingernails down a blackboard to me, a sound I did not like to hear.  Thinking quickly I said, "then I guess we will just have to come up with a new game."

    She looked at me expectantly, "what do you have in mind?"  She raised her eyebrows inquisitively.

    I smiled and climbed out of the bed.  I opened the closet and pulled out some toys from the suitcase we had packed away weeks ago.  I looked at her and smiled.  Her eyes were glowing with interest, curiosity replacing her disappointment.  I showed her what I had gathered and her brow furrowed as she tried to fathom the show I was about to perform for her.  "Ready?" I asked.

    She nodded, watching me intently.

    I dropped everything but a thin twine.  I carried the small piece of rope across the room and I tied it to a picture that was hanging from the wall.  The painting was rocking in the waves and when I released the twine it spun and shook with the painting, driven by the pitching ship.  

    I smiled at Collette as I crossed the room and grabbed the rest of the toys I had gathered.  I returned to the hanging twine and faced Collette.  Looking at her I dropped a pair of handcuffs onto the floor and proceeded to don a pair of Japanese clover nipple clamps.  A small breath squeaked past my lips, a barely inaudible protest to the pain.  

    I lowered my body to the ground and pulling the hanging cord taut I tied it to the nipple clamps.  Moving quickly I used the handcuffs to fasten my hands behind my back and under my body.  I was now bound to the picture by my nipples and was a pain slave to the pitching ship; each roll and twist would be transferred to the rope and then to my nipples.  And with the handcuffs I could only free myself by waiting for Collette to free me or to pull the self-tightening clamps off of my nipples.

    The ship rocked and rolled and I winced with each jarring motion. The cord attached to the nipple clamps spun in circles and loosened and tightened and with each movement the fire in my nipples climbed higher.  Saliva ran from my mouth as I struggled to breathe through the pain of the clamps.  

    "God," Collette breathed as she masturbated.  She watched me suffer for her, a slave to the ship's random motions.  

    The ship pitched and I squealed in pain; the ship rocked and I winced; it rolled and I cried out.  My chest was on fire, my nipples begging for relief that I could not provide them with my hands pinned underneath my body.  My screams mixed with Collette's moans and when the ship lunged forward by a huge wave I screamed loudly and Collette came.  

    She fell back on the bed and gasped loudly as her body tensed.  Her hips bucked and her fingers slipped unhindered into her dripping sex.  She came loudly, her screams mixing with mine.  She gasped and bucked and her legs opened wide, "eat me," I heard her command.

    She knew I was bound to the wall by my nipples and to obey I would have to pull away from the ever-tightening clamps until they snapped free.  I struggled to my knees and began backing away from the wall.  The cord pulled taut and I winced.  Stepping backwards on my knees I gasped as my nipples were slowly pulled away from my body.  Another step backwards and I knew I could not just ease away.  Steeling myself for the ensuing pain I threw my body backwards and screamed again as the clamps pulled free.

    If I could rub my nipples I would, the pain was that great.  My face contorted in pain, my teeth bared and my lips pulled apart.  I gasped loudly and slowly climbed to my feet.  Collette was watching me intently and when I faced her she dropped her hand to her sex and slowly massaged her extended clit, "eat me," she purred throatily.

    I knelt onto the bed and with no hands to stop me I fell forward onto my chest.  Collette spread her legs widely and I slowly snaked my way up the bed and nestled myself between her parted thighs.  I could smell her excitement as I wiggled closer to her sex.  Her fingers continued to massage her pussy and as I watched I felt my cock strain against the bed beneath me.  

    Collette moaned as my beard rubbed against her thighs and she gasped when my tongue swiped her wet sex.  Her hands dropped into my hair and she held my scalp, massaging it with her strong fingers.  Her fingers felt good and I moaned happily into her pussy.  I slipped my tongue over her sex and her legs shifted in pleasure.  "Yes," she breathed above me as her pleasure started to climb.

    I continued to lap at her pussy and she came again, her fingers digging into my scalp and her screams echoing off the walls.  When her breathing, once a series of ragged gasps, slowed to a more normal pace, she climbed off the bed and uncuffed my fettered hands.  "That was great," she said.  "Thank you."

   I smiled at her in reply.

    "We should go to breakfast," Collette said to me still breathing a tad heavily.  She grabbed the keys to the handcuffs and promptly released me.

    Still smiling I asked, "how about a shower first?"  I rubbed my wrists, soothing the skin that had been pinched by the tight cuffs.

    She purred, "oooh, that sounds yummy."   Naked the two of us padded into the bathroom.  I turned the water on, adjusting the temperature until it was bearable.  Thin wisps of steam rose from the water and blanketed the mirrors in its soft embrace.  I steadied Collette with an extended arm and together the two of us stepped into the shower.

    I bathed her.  I ran a wet washcloth over her naked body.  My hand moved slowly, as it it were an artist's brush painting a beautiful canvas.  Slowly, sensuously, I painted her body with the wet cloth, cleaning her as I massaged her warm body.  The water fell over our body, washing over us in lazy splendor.  It was warm, and comfortable, and both of us enjoyed the feeling of the falling water.  

    I continued to wash her body and when my clothed-covered hand reached her pussy she spread her hands.  I looked into her eyes and slowly masturbated her.  My eyes never left hers and I watched as her eyes grew heavy; opening and closing in an erotic dance of desire.  Her eyes revealed her pleasure, the dark brown orbs shining with delight when open and a soft moan escaped her full lips when her eyes drifted shut.

    I continued to stare into her face as her pleasure climbed.  My hand moved between her legs and her soft moans of heavenly delight escalated into groans and finally screams as she came.  Her legs shut against my hand, trapping it there.  In response I began wiggling my fingers, driving her body deeper into the throes of orgasmic bliss.  She came and screamed and tensed and when her pleasure began to wane like the setting moon she opened her eyes and smiled a thank you to me.

    I smiled back in response.

    I finished bathing her and then quickly ran the wash cloth over my own naked body.  I shut off the water and after exiting the shower I held my arm out for Collette and she took it, exiting the shower herself.  She stood patiently as I picked up a large pink towel and shook it open. I held it in my hands and gingerly patted her body dry.

    With Collette dry I quickly dried myself and together the two of us walked to the large walk-in closet.  I reached for a pair of shorts and with a mischievous smile Collette shook her head.  "No?" I asked.

    "No."

    I reached for a different pair of shorts and she laughed, "no," shaking her head faster.

    My face lit up in understanding.  I would not be wearing clothes today.  I would be on display for the crew as Collette and I went about our day.  She pointed and had me grab some clothes for her.  She chose a pair of slacks with a long-sleeved white blouse. I felt she chose it to make me stand out even more in contrast to her.  

    Together, bouncing off of the walls as the ship rocked in the storm, we left the master suite.  We made our way carefully to the mess decks to find Melinda and Travis the only two people there, standing carefully and eating cereal while holding the bowl in their hands.  

    "We heard about the contest yesterday," Melinda smiled.  

    "How are you feeling today?" Collette asked, the concern evident in her voice.

    Melinda continued to smile, "much better.  I couldn't shake that headache yesterday.  It was so bad that I had to have the ship's doctor come see me.  He is great."  Her eyes lit up as she said, "strong hands."  She laughed softly.  "I had hoped to make it up for today's festivities, but it doesn't seem that their will be any."

    "Actually," Collette began, "we may be in luck."

    "How so?" Melinda asked.

    Collette crossed the room and picked up the phone attached to the wall.  An operator answered, "yes?"

    "Let me speak to the captain," Collette said.

    The operator answered, "right away, mistress."

    The phone rang and immediately the captain answered, "Captain."

    "Captain.  How long are the seas going to be rough?"  

    There was a short pause as the captain reviewed the meteorological charts that were delivered to him every morning.  "It looks as if the storm continues for a few hundred more miles, mistress," he replied.  "We are heading east and the storm west which will minimize our time in it.  It looks as if we will have rough seas for about three more hours."

    "Thank you," Collette replied.  "If you can get us out of it faster, please do."

    The captain responded, "I'll maximize the ships speed.  I'll get us out of this as quickly as I can."

    Once again Collette replied, "thank you."

    Hanging up the phone Collette returned to our side, "the captain said that we can possibly be free of the storm in three hours.  It is just past ten now.  With luck we can still play some games on deck this afternoon.  If not," she looked at Travis standing next to Melinda and then at me.  Continuing she said, "we can always be entertained elsewhere."

    She looked at me with a grin and slowly explained to Melinda and Travis the show that I had put on for her before we came up for breakfast.  Melinda's eyes lit up and she said to Collette, "can we watch Travis do that?" 

    Collette smiled and said, "of course.  We can have them both do it, see who can last the longest.  Make a contest out of it."  She sounded happy and I smiled even though my nipples were still sore from the earlier abuse they had taken.  "Let us have breakfast and then we will head back to our cabin."

    "Sounds great," Melinda smiled, already thinking of the events that were about to unfold.

    With the ship rocking Jacques had not cooked anything for breakfast.  He took wise precautions, not risking hot grease or boiling water to spill as the ship rolled on the sea.  Collette and I joined Melinda and Travis in eating some cold cereal and drinking fresh orange juice.  We were limited on our choices for safety sakes and I was happy to see that precaution taken.  It was not something I had even considered.  Just another indication in the quality of the crew we had hired.

    We finished breakfast and a young man quickly took our dishes.  He cleaned them and put them away, ensuring their safety.  With breakfast behind us and our stomachs full we inched our way to our cabin.  The ship continued to rock and I kept my hands on the walls for support.  

    Collette stripped immediately upon entering the bedroom and Melinda did the same.  As I was already naked, clothes forbidden to me for the day only Travis remained clothed.  Melinda whispered to Collette and Collette nodded.  Melinda looked at Travis and commanded, "rip your clothes off.  Destroy them."

    Travis watched as Melinda and Collette climbed onto the bed.  With both women staring at him he stood before them and swallowed heavily.  "Ready?" he asked.

    "Yes," they purred, almost in unison.

    Without hesitation Travis gripped the sides of his button-down shirt and pulled.  Buttons flew outward and slid noisily along the floor, disappearing from sight.  The shirt fell apart, revealing Travis' clean-shaven chest.  He pulled the shirt apart and dropped the tattered cloth to the floor.

    Travis gripped the waist band of his shorts and pulled.  The lone button popped free and his zipper lowered noisily.  Travis pulled on his shorts.  His face contorted painfully as the fabric of his shorts dug into his skin.  Still he tugged and slowly the fabric parted and the shorts ripped in half.  Travis bucked against the pain of the cloth digging into him.  When the shorts fell apart he dropped them on the floor.  He kicked off his shoes and like me stood naked before the two women.

    Collette turned to me and with her fingers dancing over her moistening pussy she said, "set up for another show."

    "Yes, mistress," I said.  I darted into the closet and retrieved another set of handcuffs and nipple clamps.  I grabbed some more twine and returned to stand beside Travis.  "I have the requested items, mistress," I said, showing her what I had collected.

    "Yummy."

    I handed the new toys to Travis and quickly grabbed up the ones I had used earlier that morning.  I turned to him and said, "do what I do."   

    He nodded in understanding.  

    I donned the nipple clamps, wincing as the pain in my chest escalated rapidly.  I watched and waited as Travis did the same.  I grabbed the twine and tied it to the wall.  I waited as Travis followed suit.  I lowered myself to the ground and when Travis was lying next to me I tied the free end of the twine tautly to the nipple clamps.  Finally I lifted my body and wincing at the pain in my nipples I cuffed my hands under my body.  

    Travis did the same and immediately his moans of pain joined mine.  The ship continued to rock and pitch and each movement was amplified and felt on our screaming nipples.  I winced and moaned and gasped and hissed and next to me, Travis did the same.  From the bed the sounds of the two women moaning grew louder and as Travis and I continued to moan in pain, Collette came.

    The sounds of her pleasure triggered Melinda and soon both women were gasping in desire and screaming in pleasure.  The came loudly and as their pleasure waned and our pain increased I heard Collette speak into the phone, "come to my suite."  A click followed as Collette hung up the phone.

    The two women continued to watch Travis and I suffer at the hand of the sea.  They watched and Collette called out, "enter," in answer to the soft rapping at the door.

    Derrick entered the master suite and gave Travis and I an curious glance before returning his gaze to Collette, "mistress?" he asked.

    "Derrick," Collette said, "bring me some rope."

    He nodded, "right away, mistress."  He left the room and five long, painful minutes later he returned.  

    Collette turned to Travis and I and commanded us to free ourselves.  I knew what that entailed and with my face contorted in anticipated pain I climbed to my knees, spun around and threw myself away from the wall.  The nipples tightened, pinched harder, and finally snapped free. I gasped in agony and my hands jerked behind me as I tried to reach my screaming nipples.  The handcuffs prevented me from comforting my chest and I had to just stand there, moaning softly, and wait for the pain to subside.

    Travis did what I had done and I could tell by the look of pain on his face that his nipples were screaming in agonizing pain.  Travis had an erection and I realized for the first time that he was a masochist, drawing pleasure from pain.  The fact did not escape Collette's attention, "did you like that, Travis?" she asked in French and he muttered, "oui."  

    Collette smiled as if to say, "well, I will have to use that knowledge to my benefit, now.  Won't I?"  She motioned us to her and uncuffed out wrists.  As we retook our position, standing in front of her, she said, "get hard."

    Now uncuffed, I dropped my hand to my cock and with my eyes locked on the nude bodies of both Collette and Melinda I began masturbating.  It didn't take long and when Derrick returned, his hands full of one of the boxes that we had used so often the day before in the games that had taken place on the pool deck, I was hard.  Derrick set the box on the ground and waited for Collette to give him a command.

    "Derrick," she said almost immediately, "are there any ring gags in the box?"

    Derrick dropped to his knees and after searching for a moment he stood, three such gags in his hand, "yes, mistress," he said.

    "Give them each one," she commanded.

    Derrick handed a gag to me and a second one to Travis.  Collette nodded and we each donned the gag.  The large ring was made of steel and coated with a rawhide strap.  From the ring two leather straps extended with a buckle on one end.  I opened my mouth wide and wedged my mouth open.  I bucked the gag tightly behind my head and stood there and watched as Travis did the same.  Our mouths were now held open, the control of our jaws taken from us and given to Collette as she sat watching from across the room.

    "Masturbate," Collette commanded.

    We turned to face her and then immediately the two of us began stroking our cocks, our hands moving rapidly.  "Don't cum," Collette chided, "stop when you get close."  

    Behind our gags we both moaned.  I was stroking my cock, feeling my pleasure climb higher and higher, rising towards a precipice of completion that I knew would be denied.  I stroked my cock and as my orgasm neared I pulled my hand away, moaning softly.  My cock twitched in need and as I looked at the pleasure on Collette's face I nearly spilled my semen.  Her angelic face nearly enough to drive me to orgasmic bliss.  

    Next to me Brian pulled his hand away as well.  He was groaning in need and Collette asked him in French, "would you like to cum, Travis?"

    "Oui, Madame," he replied.

    Collette pointed to me, "lay down."

    I obeyed.

    "Derrick," Collette said, "grab the rope."

    Derrick did as she commanded.  Collette turned to Travis and instructed him to lie on top of me.  Travis straddled my body and Collette chuckled, "turn around, Travis."   Travis spun around and lowered his body to mine, his feet lining up with my hands.  "Now," Collette said, "each of you put your cock in the other man's gag."  She purred as she continued, "and Derrick, tie them together."

    I used my hand to guide my hard cock into the open hole of Travis' gag.  His cock slipped through my gag and into my mouth.  Derrick quickly tied us together, pulling the ropes tight.  We were bound together, unable to pull apart, each of our cocks buried and tied into the others mouth.  "Now," Collette said as she climbed from the bed, "you will be untied when you both come.  Use your tongues to bring each other to orgasm.  Understood?"

    We could only moan our comprehension.  I began to tongue the cock in my mouth, drawing my tongue over Travis' turgid shaft.  I teased it, running my tongue along the shaft, over the top and back down the other side.  Travis would buck against my face as I pleasured him and each time he did my tongue would pull away from his cock and his pleasure would drop slightly.

    I felt Travis' tongue slide over my cock and I moaned against his penis.  His tongue slid along my cock and I felt my pleasure slowly climb towards the precipice of orgasmic bliss.  He ran his tongue rapidly up and down the open slit and of my cock and I came, filling his mouth with my semen.  Travis had no choice but to swallow and as he did he coughed.

    His coughing forced his hips to buck and as his cock throbbed in my mouth, he came.  I swallowed quickly, his seed sliding down my throat.  I gasped and sucked in a deep breath through my nose and just barely prevented myself from coughing as Travis had.   From across the room we heard Collette and Melinda applaud in happiness.  

    Melinda spoke and Collette agreed, "yes, that was hot."

    Travis and I continued to lie there, bound together, our soft cocks trapped in the other's mouth.  I heard Collette speak from the bed where she and Melinda were lying, "Derrick, come here and eat us."  She looked down at the floor and said, "don't worry, you will be untied eventually."  

    Melinda giggled.

    Derrick crossed the room and climbed onto the bed.  He bent forward and slid his tongue up Melinda's legs.  She spread her legs wider and Derrick began to lap at her pussy like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.  His face shook in earnest and his tongue danced in rapid circles as he pressed firmly against Melinda's pussy.  She gasped and moaned and within ten minutes, she came.

    Collette spoke to Melinda in French and when Derrick asked what was said I heard Collette reply, "I asked if we should untie them."

    "Non," I heard Melinda reply and I knew what that word meant.  No.  Melinda giggled and Collette laughed along side her. 

    Collette spoke aloud to Derrick, "are you horny?"  

    I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was toying with him.  He moaned in reply and said, "yes, mistress."

    "Stand up."

    Derrick climbed to his feet and as Collette shifted to hang her feet off of the bed.  Derrick stood, his cock bobbing with the beating of his heart, staring at the naked bodies of both Collette and Melinda.  He waited for Collette to speak; waited for her command.  

    "Rub your cock against my foot until you come, Derrick," Collette commanded.  

    Derrick spoke softly, "yes, mistress."

    Collette and Melinda giggled like two school girls as Derrick began humping Collette's extended foot.  He rotated his hips, rubbing his hard cock against Collette's foot.  Collette wiggled her toes, teasing Derrick's cock with the small digits.  She giggled as Derrick moaned and Melinda laughed with her.

    Derrick humped Collette's foot, sliding his penis up and down her heel, driving himself closer towards the brink of orgasmic bliss.  He twitched and bucked, pressing his penis heavily forward.  He rubbed his cock faster and faster, Collette and Melinda's laughter lost behind his shut eyes.  He was oblivious to them, concentrating solely on his own rising pleasure.

    "Mistress," he pleaded with a wet voice, "may I come please?"

    "Yes, Derrick." Collette said throatily.

    Derrick came, spilling his seed onto Collette's foot and toes.  He shouted in pleasure and gasped in completion.  "Thank you, mistress," he said between breaths as his pleasure waned.

    "You should clean your mess, don't you think?" Collette asked.

    "Yes, mistress," Derrick said.  He looked into Collette's brown eyes as he bent forward and slowly began licking his spilled semen from Collette's foot.  He kept his eyes locked on hers, only occasionally glancing down to make sure he did not miss any of his sperm.  He lapped at Collette's foot, licking it clean.  The taste of his sperm was strong on his tongue and he struggled not to make a face of disgust.  

    With Collette's foot clean he once again stood up.  He looked into Collette's eyes, enjoying the sounds of happiness that squeaked past her pursed lips.  

    Collette looked at him and said, "thank you, Derrick.  That was wonderful."

    He beamed at the words.

    "Now," Collette continued, "please untie then." she said, pointing to Travis and I.  

    He turned to obey when Melinda spoke.  She said something to Collette in French and Travis moaned against my cock still bound within his mouth.  Collette spoke back and said to Derrick, "instead of untying them," she said sounding happy at the thought that Melinda had given her, "go get a riding crop.  Melinda wants to beat them."   

    "Yes, mistress," Derrick said as he departed the master suite still naked.

    Travis and I remained bound together, feeding one another our own now soft cocks.  We were stuck in our position until we were untied and knew that we were not finished entertaining the two beautiful women who were slowly massaging their wet pussies above us on the bed.  We waited for Derrick to return, occasionally pulling against the ropes that bound us to prove that we were thoroughly tied in place.

    Derrick returned with a riding crop tucked under his arm.  He entered quickly and as he held the crop to Melinda he said, "mistress."

    "Merci," Melinda spoke, her voice thick with passion.  She climbed off of the bed as Derrick stepped back towards the door to take up a silent vigil and await any further orders.  Melinda stepped towards Travis and I and looked down at our bound forms.  She spoke and I wondered what it was she said, unsure of my own limited knowledge of French.  

    Melinda dropped the crop onto Travis' exposed ass.  The sharp crack rang out in the room and Travis bucked, his cock twitching in my mouth.  I felt him try to speak as he mumbled out a muted, "one," on my cock.  I realized what Melinda had commanded, she had ordered him to count.  With his mouth on my cock and the gag holding his mouth open the word came out unintelligible but the point was made. Travis was counting.

    Theblows continued to rain down on Travis' upturned ass and each time he spoke against my cock.  When he reached twenty-five and my cock was half erect in his mouth, Melinda stopped.  She spoke to Collette and Collette in turn spoke to Travis and I, "roll over," she commanded, "it is Dennis' turn."

    We struggled to roll over, fighting against the bonds that held us taut.  We shifted and strained and finally we rolled over.  I was now laying on Travis.  Our bodies were still bound together and we were still tasting each others cocks.  The only difference was that I was on top now with my unprotected ass awaiting the blows from Melinda's crop.  

    From the bed Collette said, "don't forget to count."

    Melinda started to smack my ass with the riding crop.  The first blow stung and I sucked Travis' cock against the back of my throat as I gasped and sucked in a shallow breath.  The pain was sharp and even when the crop was pulled away I could still feel the burning in my ass where the crop had hit.  Not forgetting Collette's words I gagged against Travis' cock, "one."

    The crop continued to strike my unprotected ass.  Over and over the crop fell and each time I mumbled the count number against the cock trapped in my mouth.  Melinda stopped when she reached twenty-five, the same number that she had given Travis.  I thanked for all of them and when she was finished she threw the crop to Collette and spoke in French.  By the sound of Travis' groan I deduced Melinda had said simply, "your turn."

    Collette climbed off the bed as Melinda climbed on.  She grabbed the riding crop and standing above me she said, "don't forget to count."

    She began to beat me, the crop falling even harder than it had when Melinda had swung it.  Was that true?  I wondered as I counted, mumbling against Travis' semi-hard cock, if it was simply that my ass was already sore from the earlier beating that Melinda had given it.  Or was it that Collette was swinging the crop harder than Melinda had?  Either way my ass stung as the blows continued to fall.

   She reached twenty-five and once again had the two of us struggle to roll over.  We grunted as before and soon Travis was lying on me with his ass exposed to Collette's falling crop.  She spoke in French and Travis moaned in response.   Collette spanked him with the crop, and as I had done, he counted out each of them.

    Collette reached twenty-five again and dropped the crop.  She turned to Derrick and ordered him to free Travis and I.  I listened as Collette picked up the phone and called the captain.  She asked about the storm and smiling she hung of the phone, "less than half an hour," she beamed.  She repeated her words to Melinda in French and Melinda clapped happily.

    We waited for twenty minutes and when the time had passed the five of us left the master suite and headed to the pool deck.  The games were going to begin again.

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