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Part Five:

 

It had been several months since we first set sail, for the most part all had adapted well to all things aboard at this point with a few stragglers still struggling to acclimate to their new reality. I, along with a few others aboard, had swiftly risen through the ranks to a black band and had ever since been more or less treated as a member of the actual crew. I was attending fewer practical lessons and instead asked to help with the basic goings on around the ship. I to my astonishment above all, had also all but forgotten about my caged member. The prostate massagers took a while to get broken out, but once they did word spread rapidly as it often does on a ship and they proved indeed to have helped immensely. It took just shy of a month of horniness before Chris finally broke down and put his to use in the middle our our berth, the rest of us caved almost immediately and followed suit once the ice was broken. From that day on it was all smooth sailing, so to speak, as we all just kept our prostates massaged, our balls filled and our brains occupied on our duties. A few of the men aboard had given into their horny urges and began dating in hopes of some small satisfaction. There was a fair share of making out, cuddling and very one sided sex via fingers or oral from what I gathered going on below decks on any given day. Though I had never encountered it personally. Frankly, more than ever, I was now glad for my virgin status as I hadn’t any real clue or first hand knowledge of what I was missing out on outside of porn. I understand it was quite tough from what other more experienced guys were saying to abstain this long.

 

We were now nearly halfway around the world from where we had started and were regularly at sea for long intervals. We had crossed the equator and were no longer lowly pollywogs. King Neptune (Ken) had blessed our passages in a light good natured hazing ceremony and all aboard had become shellbacks through the seafaring tradition. From that day on, what little timidness remained aboard was out the window. Nudity became far more regular during down time both aboard and ashore. The majority of hard work was now being done by the men aboard fully by choice as we were all so riddled with excess energy and testosterone that we simply had to burn it off somehow. The male crew took to leading daily workout sessions every morning aboard for all who wished to join in men and women included. After months at sea working aboard the ship as deckhands, accompanied by these daily workouts, even the tubbiest and flabbiest amongst us upon arrival were now nearing sculpted and chiseled prime specimens of what a young man should look like. We were deep in the middle of nowhere and quite often when we went ashore in these parts it was to explore or relax on completely or nearly uninhabited islands. Thus, with no one else around there was no need for clothing. Everyone aboard was now a seasoned, well salted sailor with darkly bronzed skin and muscle toned bodies. As everyone freed themselves of their clothing, the cages naturally grew a bit more snug.

 

I had never been a big guy, but I was also never all that fit. Looking at myself now with hardened, toned buttocks, bulging arms, thick legs and washboard abs, I had never felt more comfortable or confident in my own body. I was electrified with self confidence and energy, I never wanted this feeling to end. This trip, while daunting at first, had taught me so much more than I could have ever hoped for. I was a world class sailor, my navigational skills were off the charts so to speak, I was healthier than ever and in love with the sense of adventure that came with a life of nautical exploration. I was routinely surrounded by equally fit naked bodies, not that I could do much about it and all I knew is that this was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I simply had to find a way to make it so. The other thing I learned about myself over the many communal showers and naked frolicking’s on the beach, was that it did not matter how many bronzed boobs or asses bounced by or how many ripped and perfect guys I saw. Nothing did as much for me as it seemed to for others who strained and leaked uncomfortably. I had come to the realization that I may simply be somewhat asexual. That or lack of interest resulting my inexperience prior to this journey and my inability or indifference to pursue that which I had never really known anyways. It gave others so much confliction and difficulty, I simply saw no benefit in joining that camp and remained blissfully indifferent in my locked and pent up state. I was mind bogglingly horny sure, but the overwhelming joy and splendor of everything else around me in my day to day life simply outweighed that frustration tenfold. Maybe this was a result of the time spent locked as my body and brain had adapted to the situation. But after the first couple months aboard when everyone else was hyper horny and desperate all the time, I felt myself accepting the feeling and finding an odd sense of calm and contentment amidst it all. The straining in my cage had all but stopped completely, my eyes began to linger and lust less, and my whole focus shifted to an overwhelming desire to better myself in every way, body, mind and spirit. I locked into my studies and practicing perfect seamanship. On my downtime I read about great explorers or worked out every inch of my increasingly toned body. Much of my time was spent with the crew who had now begun to regard me almost as one of their own and I often volunteered to help out more anywhere I could aboard.

 

Rob and I had however been regularly getting a first hand viewing of live action porn at least a few times a week as Chris and James had taken quite a liking to one another. They had come to learn they were both bisexual one night over a game of truth or dare to pass the time and had since realized that they may be more gay than bi. They got a strap on one day whilst ashore from a sex shop and we all had taken a turn with it at one time or another over the passing months. However, this was not for Rob who only did it when truly desperate for relief as he was fully straight and actively talking to a girl aboard. They were now in as much of a relationship as you could be under the circumstance. I too used it for healthy releases but soon it dwindled as James and Chris started to get more romantic and I felt I was butting in. They had their tongues down each others throats any chance they got free time it seemed, good for them. They were constantly together and it was becoming glaringly obvious that they were falling deeply for each other, more than they even knew. We tried to clear out often and let them have our berth to themselves, beside Rob and I had our own love affairs to attend to anyways. Him his bonny lass and me my one true mistress it seemed, the sea.

 

The more time I spent with the permanent crew aboard, the more insight I got into their old jobs and lives. As it turned out the majority of the men aboard were in long term relationships with one of the female crew members as well which was interesting. They shared cabins and everything but neither had a key to the cage so it was obviously very one sided at least in terms of a sexual nature. Even with my own minimal sex drive I still found this fascinating and wished to ask how it worked, but I did not want to pry so I left well enough alone. The romance seemed high when not on deck and away from their work duties, that was for sure. As the weeks and months continued to fly by, I spent more and more time reading in the crow’s nest, just listening to the gentle tremble and rattle of wind passing through the rigging and sails. I knew the day was fast approaching that all of this would come to an end. I tried to put this out of mind and just enjoy it while it lasted. I regularly spoke to the crew as well to inquire how I should proceed from here if I wished to find a job aboard another historic sailing vessel and they gave me all manner of helpful tips and contacts. I was sad my time here was ending, but at the same time it had taught me who I was and what I truly wanted from life. With the knowledge and help of the crew, I now had the means to proceed with my future endeavors and that was an equally exciting and terrifying prospect. But I looked forward to whatever lay ahead.

 

 

 

Part Six (finale):

 

We were in our last week of the program and just days from making landfall for the last time. The mood aboard was complex and mixed. Many were excited their sailing skills had been sharpened and they would be graduating with a good final ranking. Nearly all, like I had made it to black bands. Others were excited they would be getting their keys back and no longer had to live horny and pent up dating lives with those they had taken to whilst aboard. Mostly though people were happy to have experienced this incredible year and were equally happy and sad to see it coming to an end. The chatter around the decks was very heavily focused on what people would do once back living as land lubbers. That and how excited everyone was to stroke their hard dicks until they came once again or got to properly make love to their partners. I was caring less and less about this as frankly I had just grown contently accustomed to the cage. I was beginning to like the side effects it had had on my physical appearance and the focus it had provided me in chasing my dream of life as a sailor. I wasn’t quite as sure as everyone else that I wanted this all to end just yet.

 

As the last whistle rang out a call came from the tops “land ho”, my eyes dropped to the deck and my heart sank. It was over, it was really over. I made my way to the bow and leaned on the port rail, watching with the others as the small island ahead grew. The bigger it got, the smaller my world felt, the heavier my heart grew. Before long I was back into the tops clewing up the sails one last time as we slowly slid towards the harbor. A small boat met us and helped push the ship in tight to the dock and we were tethered up for the last time. Our what turned out to be just over a year as seamen had come to its end. Graduation was tomorrow and then came departure.

 

Dinner that day was uncomfortable and silent for all as mixed anticipation and reflection ran through every mind aboard. The crew livened the mood afterwards with live music and shanties which brightened everyone’s disposition. Captain Kathy surprised us all with locally sourced rum swizzles as well in celebration for a successful journey. The evening ran late, all went to bed one last time in their swinging hammocks, far too drunk and dreaming of an incredible year past and the things that lay ahead. With bellies warmed with rum the night fell fast and hard, though not so hard as the arrival of morning. The morning bells sounded and the time had come. When we arrived on deck, we found that the crew had hung banners, flags and streamers from the rigging in the night and were all dressed in their best. Captain Kathy one by one read out the names of my classmates handing them a leather bound certification color coded to their status aboard. Along with an envelope. I’m not certain what was in the gals envelope, but there was a damn near audible metallic clank as the guy next to me opened his and nearly vibrated out of his skin when he found it contained his keys. My name was called, my black leather bound certificate was handed to me along with an envelope just as the rest. Mine felt very flat and light however. To my surprise, I was met with a little wink from Captain Kathy as well when handing them over. I returned to my place, opened my envelope and found it empty. Just one small business card for the company with a hand written, come to the crew quarters before disembarking.

 

I pocketed the card, my mind racing with what this could have meant. Before long the ceremony was concluded, cheers rang throughout the deck and everyone was celebrating. My mind would not allow me this luxury however as I had so much else on it. I went below and began to pack my things from my foot locker back into my bag with a sense of sorrow. I was soon joined by the new friends for life that I had spent the last year sharing this confined space with. We made uncomfortable idle chat and promised to stay in contact, exchanged numbers and talked about post departure plans. I was also quite surprised to see a cylindrical key hanging from what appeared to be a single strand from a weathered three braided ships rope tied around Chris’ neck. I jokingly said that if he just wanted to make sure not to lose his, a pocket should do fine. He and James laughed, kissed deeply in a half embrace before James broke away pulling something out of Chris’ pocket. “These are all his keys now, that one was mine.” James replaced Chris’ key ring that now had three upon it back into Chris’ pocket, Chris gently pulled him in by the chin once more for another soft kiss. As James playfully tucked the fourth key back into Chris’ shirt. Apparently, I was not the only one who had grown to admire and enjoy my metallic bodily extension. 

 

They explained that they were in love and wanted to see where things went. But James had to return home for a month or so first to collect his things and finalize the move in with Chris. It was a promise of his commitment and dedication. He had gifted his own keys to Chris to hold onto as his heart and all other parts belonged to him. He had also taken a liking to the idea of being a locked bottom apparently. When James had asked Chris to move in together, Chris agreed. Both were in agreement however that it would be best if James did not have access to his keys as they liked the idea behind the trust and dedication involved in a power dynamic. In turn, his keys became something of an engagement promise, should things go well in future months they would shop for rings as well. As Chris continued explaining their plans to live together in this way for a while and hopefully seal the deal for good with a wedding. It was a beautiful moment and gesture that did not last long as a few moments later whilst packing their own foot lockers, I found James on his knees and now sucking sensually upon Chris’ still caged dick and balls. Sensing my cue to leave them to it, I congratulated them, told them I expect an invite when the time comes and left them to it. Back on deck with my bag I realized they were not alone in their decision. There was a guy on one knee handing his keys over to his presumably now fiancé by the bowsprit as well. Several others walked down the gangway hand in hand, some left alone. All glance back in a final look of goodbye before turning and never looking back.

 

I reach into my own pocket and pull out the card once more. Dropping my bag by the foot of the main mast, I return below decks and made for the crew quarters. Entering to find one final surprise. A long table at the center of the room surrounded by all the crew members still standing. It was headed by first mate Ken and Captain Kathy. I was in shock partially by the overwhelming sense of being the center of attention and not least of all by the fact that all of the male members were naked, their cages practically resting on the table. “Come in Nicholas, we have a proposition for you. Close the door behind you.” I did as I was told silently and came to a stop just before the table. Atop of which lay, a stack of papers headlined Crew Contract. My heart was absolutely pounding. Would they be offering me an extended position? Or even a full time perhaps!? “We have all been quite impressed with your progression from day one as you were top of the class and a model sailor within the first couple of months. The rest of that time we have all been keeping a close watch on you and we have all liked what we have seen. It has also been brought to my attention that you have been asking around the crew about employment and job hunt options after your time with us was up. Correct?”

 

I could hardly get words out but shakily mumbled a ‘Yes Captain Kathy.’ “Well then, what would you say to an offer to extend that time?” I was losing my mind, this was too good to be true. “I would love that!” I said, trying not to sound too excited or anxious in anticipation. “Well then, I want you to read through this contract and give me your final decision within the hour. If you wish to seek a full time position we will agree to a six month extension as a junior crew member and once that is up the final decision can be made to disembark for good or sign on as a full time member. Here are your keys, if you choose to stay on I will be needing them back of course, if not you are free to take them with you and it was truly a pleasure sailing with you, no hard feelings.” I take the keys in my hand, they felt heavier and more substantial than I remember. A mix of emotion surges through me. I place them on the table beside the papers, sitting down to read through the contract as instructed. It was all fairly standard stuff of signing on for single to multiple year intervals aboard, basic crew duties, rules, expectations, schedules to abide by etc. This was a no brainer, where do I sign. Then came the final blow that made my hand hesitate reaching for that pen. At the end of the six month trial, should the crew member choose to stay on as a full time part of the family, there will be a final signing and ceremony. At this time, the keys to his cage will be permanently gifted, by Captain Kathy, to his one and only true love, the sea and his dedication will remain shared forever with that of his crew.

 

What did this even mean? As my eyes met Ken’s the question need not be asked. “Yes. That is correct Nicholas. This is what we meant by no one has access to what resides within any of our cages. We made our vow, our ultimate sacrifice to the commitment we live. While many of us aboard are involved in romantic relationships, our one true love always has been and will be the sea. At various places around the globe, all of us have ceremoniously knelt before Captain Kathy and given our ultimate and final show of devotion to this ship, this crew and the sea. Overboard our keys went, down into the deep blue abyss never to be found again. The ultimate commitment to our way of life and offering of respect and gratitude to King Neptune. An ultimate sacrifice and service given over to honor the cruel, unrelenting yet loving mistress that is the wide open sea. An eternal commitment to the laws of conduct aboard this vessel and crew. A timeless connection to the seas forever, at least in some part.” I look down in shock and awe. My eyes fanning between the permanently caged dicks of the crew members I had grown to see as family over the past few months. Then finally to their eyes all fixated on me in wonderment of what I would choose. Lastly, my gaze drifted to the keys resting next to the ornate golden pen Captain Kathy had placed besides the paperwork, tantalizingly pointed straight at the dotted line. Picking them up and feeling their weight in my hand once more, a few eyes lowered slightly in faint disappointment while others remained fixed. I exhaled deeply, placed them back in her palm, picked up the pen and swiftly signed on the agreement to six more months. With a light applause one by one the members come around the table and embrace me with a gentle welcome hug as the newest junior member to the crew.

 

The six months flew by as we sailed along teaching the next batch of students. We were nearing the equator once more and reading the ceremony for our new batch of pollywogs to become shellbacks. I was weeks away from my final decision and contemplating whether to listen to my heart or my head when I was summoned to the Captains’ quarters. Ken was on his knees massaging and worshipping every inch of Captain Kathys feet and legs with his mouth and hands under the table when I entered and was told to approach. He did not stop or acknowledge my presence. “I know you have a few weeks still under this contract, but I would like to proposition you to concede this one early if you wish. We are undergoing Neptunes ceremony in two days time for our pollywogs and I think it would be a good showing and a good tribute to Neptune that we integrate your own ceremony into this and offer up your keys. You have until tomorrow to decide, that is all. Now you may go.” Without awaiting my departure, she lowered her gaze and uttered a simple command to her eager first mate. “Please me with your tongue now subby.” With no hesitation, his face was buried in her pussy and ravaging her, I turned to leave closing the door behind me. I returned to my quarters which I shared with one of the single female crew members. I confided in her my dilemma which she listened to politely but said she couldn’t really help in my decision, that deep down I knew what was right for me and to search my soul. She was right. I had to clear my mind. I returned to the decks and went high into the rigging to be alone and clear my jumbled thoughts, search my soul and make my choice. Reaching into my pocket I found a stray coin from the last port of call and decided I would flip for it. Heads I stay and my keys go over the side; tails I return to my normal life and find some other way to keep living my dream. I flicked the coin into the air and as I watched it tumble, I had my answer. Not waiting to see what it landed on I swatted it out of the air and over the side. I guess it was true after all. If you can’t decide flip for it. While it’s in the air you always hope it lands on one or the other. Decision made.

 

The day had arrived, the sailors were being initiated crawling laps around the ship getting sprayed with salt water and other typical challenges. Then came the skinny dip in the sea where the strong swimmers lapped the ship. As they returned, Captain Kathy locks eyes with me in an inquisitive glance. I lower my head in a gentle nod of agreement. Then came the announcement. “Well, my pollywogs, you are no more. You are now all shellbacks and have paid fair tribute to King Neptune. In a moments time you shall cast a coin over the side in his honor, but first we have one more humble servant to his majesty who wishes to pay the ultimate tribute and join our ranks as a ‘permanent’ member of this crew.” That phrasing had now taken on a whole new and far clearer meaning in my head. “Come forth Nicholas. Come and kneel before your Captain, your crew, your fellow seamen and King Neptune’s all knowing wisdom.” I did as the Captain commanded. Naked, caged and kneeling before the entire ship my keys were produced and held up before me. “Kiss these keys and beg of King Neptune to accept graciously this ultimate sacrifice you have chosen to make.” I did as commanded, kissing the outstretched keys goodbye and begging them be accepted as suitable tribute to my lifelong love, servitude, and commitment to the sea. “Kneel all before King Neptune!”, everyone aboard took one knee the crew included. “With all as witness, we gift this loyal servants keys to the depths, accept this offering King Neptune. Locked and humbled before you, the sea and the mast, is but a humble man whose one true love is and shall always remain the sea.” With a gentle and nonchalant flick of the wrist, my keys were cast over the starboard rail followed by a barrage of coins. As they sank into the fathoms of deep blue water below, a cheer erupted across the decks and the shellback ceremony was completed and the celebrations began. My fate was sealed, as was my now eternally flaccid penis. The sea my mistress, the Captain my commander, the wind my romance and the rolling waves my pleasure. Above all, I was where I belonged. Rising from my knees and looking out to sea, a tear of contentment and joy rolled down my cheek. Smiling I wipe it away, flicking it overboard to follow my keys to the depths and join in the celebrations.

 

I had found my calling, I had found my contentment, I had found my forever home.

Part Three:

 

There was a good mix of guys and girls who seemed to be more or less segregated by gender into small groupings making idle conversation and pleasantries. Also apparent, was the instantly discernable distinction between the genders moods, as nearly all of the guys had a look of slight discomfort or awkwardness on their faces. They all routinely kept adjusting what I knew to be a tight steel cage in their crotches subconsciously. While all were aware of each other’s shared predicament, no one dared to discuss it. The knowledge that I was not alone in my state of fortitude did set my mind at ease to some degree. I made my way over to one of the groupings and introduced myself, making the rounds between the guys and gals with similar conversations of routine small talk, pleasantries and introductions at each grouping.

 

The sun was getting low by the time the last of this year’s crew had arrived aboard. Every single guy to come after me had the same bewildered look of shock and nervousness on their face as they handed over a key ring identical to my own. But just as had happened with me, this look went away in short time once they were out of sight. The sheer splendor of the ship and the surroundings washed away the crotch induced shame and fear. As the last to board finished their tour, a bell sounded and another slightly older man came on deck in the uniform of employment to announce dinner. Everyone filed below deck to the communal dining area, forming an orderly line grabbing a tray and utensils on our way to be served a hearty plate of what smelt to be a coconut fish curry on rice.

 

Everyone chatted and joked as we ate what was in fact a truly incredible king fish curry before being told to clear away our mess into the wash bins. We were to then congregate on deck for the official welcome aboard and reading of the rules of conduct. Captain Kathy was stood on the starboard rail holding the Jacobs ladder, her first mate and husband stood directly below arms crossed. Along the rail, a short ways further down, were eight others. A mix of men and women all dressed in the same small tan shorts and blue collared shirts. “Welcome all! I hope you are excited for your year aboard with us?” An enthusiastic but muffled cheer murmured across the decks. “Awesome! Well then, let us get started. You all have met my husband and I, but here to our side is the rest of our loyal and knowledgeable crew.” She introduced them all and allowed a brief word from each before continuing on.

 

“Before we get too far into the rules and expectations of our floating happy home here, I would first like you all to split into eight groupings of equal size. While we have some light left, we are going to ask some basic questions and assign some tasks, based on how you do you will all be assigned a colored arm band such as this. These will be an indication to us as to your current knowledge, ability and experience sailing. These are to be worn at all times and your colors will all change throughout the year as you grow and progress. By the end of the year you should mostly if not all have one of these black bands marking you as expert sailors, at which point you will all be effectively running this ship without our assistance. For now though, you will be under constant guidance and supervision by us and our experienced staff crew. For the entire duration you will do as instructed at all times by any of our crew members and ultimately my word as captain is god and is never to be questioned or disobeyed. Is that understood by everyone!? Good. Then break into groups and let’s see where you all stand shall we.

 

This went on for an hour or so and the sun had gone down by the time we had finished. I was ranked in the respectable novice group with yellow armbands meaning that I had a strong general knowledge and some experience sailing smaller boats. I had not however had any experience on a ship anywhere near this size. A few were ranked the tier above me but not many and the majority of the rest had little to no practical experience at all. “Alright! I am seeing quite a few in yellow out there and even a few reds. That is great news. Though that does mean that you lot will likely be picking up the brunt of sailing work for the first few weeks at least while we get the rest up to speed. Now then onto the codes of conduct aboard this ship. Any infractions will be met with punishments, extreme or repetitive infractions with immediate dismissal from the ship and expulsion from the program at the very next port is that understood!?” A murmur of agreement followed. “Good. Now then rule one and the most important of all, I am captain what I say goes. Period. Rule two the men aboard are well acquainted with and aware of at this stage. But for the ladies aboard, intercourse is not only not permitted but is impossible as all men aboard, staff included, are locked in chastity at all times while aboard.” First mate Ken and the fellow male crew members in unison gently tapped their knuckles against their crotch. This made for a lighthearted and oddly comforting moment of humorous acknowledgement for all of us uncomfortable newbies. “Rule three, no alcohol or drugs of any kind are permitted while aboard under any circumstance. Four, nothing goes in the toilets, drains, or sinks that did not come from your body. Five, on the last note, the shower drains clog easily so no shaving or washing hair trimmings down the drain. Also, absolutely no clothing is permitted whilst showering either, so you all had better get comfortable in your skin quickly. Six, ….” The rules went on a while and were entirely focused on health, safety and security of the ship and our fellow crew members.

 

Once Captain Kathy had finished up, she concluded with a last pleasant welcome aboard and a final warning notice. “We set sail at dawn with the tides so don’t stay up too late. Last bell is in an hour. Once we disembark the docks we will be at sea for a week. If anyone wishes to back out, now is the time. See me for your keys and disembarking papers, then you may collect your things and return to your normal lives. Now enjoy your stay my hardy crew and for the guys, Ken will be around to your cabins at last bell. You are expected to be in there and ready for a final inspection to ensure no one has tried to pull one over on us. Then we will see you all on deck for first light and your first lessons.” With that, she swung down off the rail and was away towards her cabin. The rest of the crew dispersed as well, set about tending to their own duties and as last bell neared the gangway was pulled in off the docks below. As it was hauled and stowed aboard, my fellow shipmates and I made our way below to our respective berths. I stepped up onto the desk and hopped into my upper hammock and was soon accompanied by the three guys I would be sharing these tight quarters with for the next year. Luckily, we all seemed to get on well as we got acquainted for a time chatting until we heard last bell. Chris, Rob, James and I all shared a mutual look of discomfort at the impending embarrassment we suspected to come knocking at any moment.

 

 

Part Four:

 

Sure enough, moments later, as we all uncomfortably lay in our hammocks staring at the ceiling or wall in wait, the knock came and the door swung open. “Right’o fellas hop too. Everyone out of your bunks and stand in front of ‘em side by side if you will.” We did as we were told, I was looking straight across at James and Rob with Chris stood beside me. “Right then, drop ‘em lads.” We all froze in awkward fear as the tension in the room thickened to an all time high. “Oh come now, no room for bashfulness amongst ship mates, we are all in the same boat so let’s see ‘em so I can check you off the list and carry on with my rounds. Gotta wrap this up tonight and we have all got an early morning, so get a move on.” Hesitantly, we all obey. Our thumbs hooked the waist bands of our shorts and underwear. With a deep exhale and one swift motion, we were all stood uncomfortable facing one another with cocks caged and our pants around our ankles not knowing where to look. Ken did a quick inspection of all our cages to ensure they were sufficiently secured and then bid us goodnight. We all pulled our pants back up and crawled into our hammocks in awkward silence. We put out the lights and I was soon gently rocked asleep, my brain still processing the uncomfortable moment just passed.

 

At first light, we were awakened by the bell accompanied by a knock to our door from one of the members of crew. We were told to get dressed and head for breakfast quick as we were casting off and setting sail within the hour. We all did as instructed, groggy eyed and bashfully still turning our backs best we could whilst changing into our clothes for the day with a slight lingering discomfort. Breakfast was a truly incredible banana bread, oats and berries along with strong black coffee. We ate quick and made for the deck where the crew were strategically spread out to instruct various groupings on their different tasks to get us under way. The more experienced of us were sent aloft into the rigging or to the required lines with instructions on what to do and when to do so. I was into the tops with the biggest grin on my face. There were climbing ropes for us to clip into and we all were instructed to put on a safety harness. This absolutely crushed my balls against the now very apparent cage in some discomfort, but I could not care less. The moment my bare hands and feet touched the grippy black ropes and I was ascending into the tops of the foremast, the little kid inside of me was ecstatic. As the bow lines were hauled aboard, the jibs were set loose and the whole ship began to pivot in the wind. As we bared away the orders were given to loose the tops and gallants. The footropes swayed beneath us as we leaned over the yard arms, my toes clinging in a nervous excitement as the deck below now came into clear but distant view. As the rest released their knots the sails fell gently downwards towards the deck, luffing in the gentle morning breeze until hauled in taught by the crew working the lines on the deck below. Once filled and tensioned properly, I gazed off towards the horizon, a sense of peace and exploration washing over me as the sun gently crested the waterline. The gentle swaying of the ropes beneath my feet, the breeze blowing gently over the stern. I was surrounded by the sounds of the canvas sails filling with wind and the gentle lapping of the hull cutting the water below. For better or worse, this is where I was meant to be, this is what I was meant to do, and this is where I longed to stay, forever.

 

I reluctantly descended to the deck below once more where our first lessons in navigation and the fundamentals of sailing began. This was done divided into groups based on previous knowledge and experience and come noon we had been plotting and charting using classic formulas and the readings of our sextants. These were compared to the gps ones on the modern navigational systems and I was over the moon at how accurate mine had been, even my instructor was impressed. They were not perfect and definitely stood for improvement, but they were closer than most first attempts. As the wind shifted into the afternoon, I was tasked with helping the experienced students and crew to adjust the sails for our new heading before going below to have a late lunch. It was delicious again, I made my way full and content to one of the onboard classrooms for the written lecture of the day which was given by a member of the crew. We were informed that for the next month we would be looking  at the early history of sailing and evolution of techniques and methods. We were granted a few hours of free time once this concluded for the day before being put into same sex groupings based on berth numbers. These groupings consisted of twenty or so students to hit the showers and get dressed for dinner. Chris, Rob, James and I went off together to the showers to find ten shower heads along two opposite walls. One of the male staff members was standing there with a stack of towels and simple instructions. “Waste not want not fellas, fresh water is scarce aboard, so get stripped and get in and out quick as you can. Two to a head and make sure you keep them dangly bits clean. You got eight minutes until I cut the water so better get to it.”

 

Timidly the twenty of us all strip down and make for the showers me and Chris ending up at the same head. We all did our best to avert our eyes, but I am sure every one of us got caught lingering. Afterall, the sight around us was a rather unusual one at that. Twenty naked guys in their early twenties, with their dicks locked in glistening metal cages nearly identical in every way apart from their sizes. One guy had a frankly massive cage, even locked and soft he had to be nearly as big as me at full mast. Others were decidedly smaller, even more so than my own. I fell somewhere right smack in the lower end of the middle which made perfect sense as I was of fairly average size for my slightly less than average stature. An odd sensation was forming deep in my balls that was causing me to strain in my tight cage, I was becoming quite thankful that the water on my skin was freezing cold as it felt good on my aching bits as well as my already lightly sun kissed skin. As Chris and I traded places under the stream to wash our hair I could not help but notice that he fell well into the smaller category. His cage could not be even an inch long as there was scarcely any visible shaft atop his unbelievably tiny balls. It was just a small purple mushroom in a birdcage resting atop his petite plumbs. No sooner had we both got the shampoo out, more or less, the water slowed to a dribble and time was up. We were all handed a towel as we exited and told to get dressed and head for dinner.

 

The whole ordeal was awkward at first, but honestly everyone seemed to get over it pretty quickly. It certainly helped that we were all coming to terms together with our new tightly secured jewelry. Also, we had very limited time to get in and get out so our focus was well directed on the task at hand and not the caged dicks surrounding or below us. Dinner was spectacular as always and worked wonders as well to wash away the last lingering residual awkwardness of the first of many communal rapid showers to come. Once we had finished Captain Kathy joined us to praise everyone for one of the best first days she had ever experienced with a new crew. She then asked that all the ladies join her on deck so they could cover the women specific bodily matters that would need addressing for our long sail together on this lovely ship. The guys were told to stay put and Ken would be addressing our own such issues and handing out some things to help us “cope” on our long journey ahead.

 

“Right’o fellas, everyone getting settled into their quarters nicely? Anyone wish to request a room change or bring up questions or concerns….perfect. Then we shall carry on with the awkward matter of our gentlemen’s areas and what you, along with the rest of the men aboard, can expect and do to help with hygiene and shall we call it discomfort?”  Everyone in the room turned red and a good majority instinctually lowered their hands to their crotches to further shield their I suspect tightening and straining members. I know mine sure as shit was. “Look, it is a long journey ahead and we are all in the same boat, literally and figuratively, though I and much of the crew aboard have a fair bit more experience with this than you lot likely have. Has anyone here ever had any former experience with this sort of thing?” To my surprise a few hands did go up. “Good, that will help some but I’m afraid there will be some rough patches for the lot of you at times ahead. I was once your age and I am sure the majority of you are used to rubbing one out at least a few times a week, if not a day. I am afraid that will not be an option aboard this vessel.” A muffled wave of groans came from many of those around me. “As you well know, each and every one of us are locked in more or less the same cages as you lot. My wife Captain Kathy has all of the keys to yours and none of us have our keys either. Nor do any of us crew have access to yours, so don’t come crying to us for release, as we cannot help you there. However, we are all hear for any and all of you for any needs of emotional support or to help aid with your questions or concerns, so please do not hesitate to ask. There is no such thing as a dumb question, only stupid pridefulness.” A few hands went up with questions. “Before you ask, I will answer the first question everyone has and I am afraid it is not what most of you would like to hear but tough. You all knew what you signed up for and it is simply a non negotiable fact aboard this vessel that each and everyone of us abide by. No, the cages will not likely be coming off for any reason short of emergency until the program is complete so again, do not bother asking. Just try to put it out of mind and focus on your duties and studies while aboard, it will be a difficult adjustment but you have my word it does get easier with time after an initial rough patch.” There was a wave of stunned silence as the few hands lowered slowly. “Right then now that is out of the way…next question.” A few more were asked one pertaining to blue balls and health concerns resulting in an “ah, glad you brought that up” and a large box was handed forward from one of the crew behind him. “You will all be needing one of these so take one from the box and pass it down.”

 

Each and every one of us were given a sleek metal crescent with smooth bulbous ends. We were informed they were prostate massagers and how they worked, we all looked at with disbelief still hung up on the news that we would not be getting so much as an erection this year let alone an orgasm. Yes, we knew this was likely going to be the case, or at least those of us who thoroughly read the letter did. But hearing it so matter of fact like hit home hard as I think a small lingering part of me had held out some hope that we would get the key when we went ashore at least possibly. “I know this seems daunting, but trust me you will grow accustomed to it in time, especially if you simply accept it and let go of the urges and hope for release. Those moments no matter how strong or overwhelming at the time are always fleeting and will subside. That is where these come in however, as if they are used regularly and properly, you can drain all of the pent up cum from your balls and prostate without needing to remove the cage. This is important for health reasons primarily, but also will make your life easier and alleviate the pent up frustrations to some extent, so better get to practicing. Just make sure they are kept meticulously clean and keep yours to yourself. Also, if you are concerned with how you will ever survive a year without playing with yourselves, fair not you will be fine. How many years has it been for you lot?” he asked turning. All the male crew behind him raised a hand with anywhere from one to five fingers held up. “I myself have been first mate and married to Captain Kathy going on ten years now and have personally not seen my keys since. So, trust me you can all make it a year with a bit of will power and strength of character.” There was a stunned combined stare of silence in the room, many jaws hung open. “Right then fellas, if you’ve got no further questions then store those massagers in your respective footlockers and go get some fresh air before last bell. Oh, and remember to always keep those and your locked bits clean as can be. Have a good night and welcome to the crew.”

Part One:

 

The letter had finally arrived! My hands trembled with a mix of nervous anticipation and cautious optimism as it gently broke the seal, removing the tightly folded papers within. At the top of the page was a crisply embossed figure of a clipper ship surrounded by the credo of the program. My heart was pounding in my throat, butterflies whirled about my stomach as the first words of the paragraph slowly fought their way into my brain. I read them clearly, yet could hardly believe them as I did so.

 

Congratulations Nicholas, your application to our program has been accepted.

 

I was frozen in disbelief, reading that opening line over and over to make sure I was not dreaming. My smirk grew incrementally larger with each verification that my eyes were not deceiving me. Dropping the letters on the counter I scream with excitement, blood coursing through my body, tears of exponential joy slowly streaming down my now flushed cheeks. My dream had come true! I had in fact been accepted! My journey forward was to be one of adventure and exploration. A journey which I had dreamt of since childhood. Wiping my eyes, I return to the letters to finish reading them and find out the details as to where and when I was to report for duty.

 

For the next year or more of my life, I would be living aboard a one hundred foot clipper ship and seeing the world as a deckhand. This was a highly sought after program for young men and women that wished to have a more adventurous college experience. One of globe trotting fulfillment in place of keg stands and meaningless hookups. It promised a full year of education covering everything from nautical navigation, chart plotting, fundamental and advanced sailing skills and more. By the end of they year you were guaranteed to be a highly experienced seaman easily capable and qualified for gainful employment within the field at the end of the journey. There would also be courses on the history of sailing and nautical exploration as well as a look into the teachings and knowledge passed on by the great explorers that came before. This was my boyhood dream in writing, better still, I was going to get the incredible opportunity to live it for real. I could not have been happier at the news!

 

As I read through my acceptance letter, my heart continued to pound and my whole body had a sense of vibrating eagerness surging throughout. This all came to a crashing halt however when I got to the terms and requirements section which followed the syllabus for the next year. Amidst the typical list of books I was required to purchase and bring, there was also a link to a rather expensive sextant, a variety of sailing and foul weather gear and more. I had no idea how I was going to pay for all of this, but I simply had to. This was a once in a lifetime experience. As I ordered the essentials one by one, I knew I was racking up an alarming credit card bill. I finally came to the last page of the letters. There was one final link followed by a lengthy and beyond unexpected list of non-negotiable requirements and rules. They were all to be upheld if I chose to accept my place aboard requiring a signature.

 

In short, this last page explained that this was a serious course and was not going to be a sex fueled year of boozing and hook ups. Pregnancy and STD’s were completely unrealistic issues to be dealing with aboard a ship that could be at sea for months on end. Therefore, intercourse would not be permitted, nor would alcohol aboard as an impaired sailor was a danger to the ship, themselves and their fellow crew. Furthermore, as this was a co-ed ship with tight living quarters that could not adequately guarantee full gender separation, somewhat drastic measures would be required. This was for the sexual safety and relative comfort for all. A means to obtain a guarantee of conduct and the abiding of all rules. All men who chose to enter the program must comply with a most essential and mandatory addition to their uniform.

 

As I opened the final link below, my jaw damn near hit the floor. There was a list of instructions explaining how to measure for proper fitment, followed by specific required options that must be selected prior to purchase and two choices given for model selection. The final step was one that I did not know if I could do. But this was my dream, I had to try. I could not just walk away now. I would regret it for life and besides it was just a year. How bad could it be right? With that I broke out the measuring tape and did as instructed. I selected my model, input my measurements; 2 inches in length, 1 1/2  inches in diameter, with a 1 7/8  diameter oval ring, 3/8 gap. I added the mandatory security screw and round tipped pull out pin option and ordered my new 316 stainless steel jailbird male chastity cage.

 

I printed the receipt placing it in the return envelope as instructed. With a final signature agreeing to hand over the keys to the captain and wear this device at all times while aboard unless otherwise permitted. I also signed the promise to fulfill all other course requirements to the mandatory standard to remain in the program. I licked the envelope and sealed it. Before I could change my mind, I hopped into my car, drove immediately to the post office and popped it into the mailbox. My heart and dick were in unison as both skipped a throbbing beat, the letter slipped into the locked blue steel box and out of my reach. In a couple of months time I would be reporting dockside to set sail on a year long experience of a lifetime. I could hardly contain my excitement or nerves as I drove home to begin selling off what I could in preparation before sailing away from my land life for a while. 

 

 

 

 

 

Part Two:

 

Having terminated my lease and sold off my car to pay for the colossal bills that I had racked up, the fateful day had finally come. With what little I owned safely stored in the basement of my parents’ home, I was dropped off at the airport and on my way to the islands. I would then have to catch a taxi to the port where I was to board my new floating home for the first time. My small bag was stuffed to the brim and bursting at the seams with foul weather and sailing gear, books, a few shirts, some briefs, boardshorts and of course the surprisingly light black velvet bag containing a small two inch steel cage and keys. I had tried it on for a few days when it had arrived and was overjoyed with its comfort, despite my bodies best efforts to fight it. In my brief test, I learned three things; I was not getting out of this without the keys, sleep could be interesting, and it was going to be a long year down there.  

 

With the help of a stiff gin and tonic and some in flight sleeping pills, I crashed out for the long flight, my head awash with nervous anticipation and excitement. I awoke to the announcement that we were beginning our final descent, looked out the window mesmerized by the clear, turquoise waters below and instantly the frog in my throat had transformed into butterflies once again. The warmth and salt hung in the air as I walked across the well worn in runway, it was intoxicating. It was nearly drowning out the scent of hot tarmac and acrid fuel. I grabbed my things from baggage claim and made straight for the restroom to comply with the final terms of my acceptance to the program. With my dick securely locked away within the little stainless steel bars, I slipped the keys onto a ring along with a tag bearing my name. With that completed, I took out some local currency, hailed a cab and was off towards the docks where my dream journey awaited me.

 

My eyes were alight with astonishment. I was like a little boy on Christmas morning as we neared. The towering square rigged masts and yard arms came into view over the warehouses ahead. As we rounded the final buildings I could have died on the spot and been happy. The photos on their webpage did no justice. Before my eyes lay the most massive, elegant and beautiful sailing ship I had ever seen. I paid the cab driver thanking him politely without ever taking my eyes off the stunning vessel before me, picked up my bag and made towards the gangplank. As I approached a middle age man and woman appeared along the port rail with a friendly wave of welcome. “Here for the program?” they shout down to me upon the dock to which I reply that I was and ask permission to come aboard. “Sure thing hun, lay aboard. I am sure you are excited to see where you will be living, working and learning for the next year. Just remember, right foot first always.”

 

As I reach the top of the gangway, I was met with the outstretched hands of both the man and the woman, shaking them and introducing myself, I am introduced to Captain Kathy along with her first mate and husband Ken. “Welcome aboard the program, Ken here will show you to your berth, where you may store your things and then receive a quick tour. But first I believe you have got something for me?”, her hand was outstretched. My excited anticipation now changed once more to nerves as I had been so mesmerized by my surroundings that I had forgotten completely about the final terms of my acceptance to the program. I nervously reach into my pocket and with a trembling hand place the key ring gently into Captain Kathy’s upturned palm. My eyes fixated on the deck boards in awkward humility only being drawn back upwards by the sound of some subdued giggles from some girls my own age who were leaning against the starboard rail. “Thank you hun. Now run along and make yourself at home. Get acquainted and settled. Once all the rest lay aboard, we will have a more formal briefing and welcome.” As I watched the round cylindrical keys slip into her trouser pocket, the cage’s presence was at the forefront of my focus, even amidst the wonders of this incredible ship. The once light and comfortable contraption now hung heavier and felt far tighter than before, its existence much more prevalent than last time I wore it.

 

“Come on with me kid, I’ll show you around and we can get you settled.” With that I was off behind Ken, lost in a fog of now incredibly mixed emotions. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Was this a mistake? No. This was a small price to pay to fulfill my greatest childhood fantasy. A small price to set in motion what I hoped to be the beginning of the rest of my life as a man of the sea. Better still a man of the old ways of the sea. I was about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime and get to explore the world in the coolest way imaginable. Out of sight, out of mind, I thought. I would just have to focus on my studies and bask in every moment of this experience I had been granted, my dick could wait a little while. It was a worthwhile trade for what I was being given. With that weight temporarily lifted, my focus snapped back to Ken and the guided tour I was now being led on. Once we made it to my berth, Ken gave me one last welcome aboard and left me to unpack and get acquainted with my new living quarters. My things were stowed in my foot locker and I tossed my pillow into what I chose to be my hammock. It was a small room with low ceiling, I could stand but only just as my hair made contact with the deck above. For the first time in my life, I was quite grateful for my shorter stature. There was a small porthole in the center just above one lone desk with two stacked hammocks to either side. Two foot lockers were secured to the walls below the hammocks. I supposed I would be sharing this small room with three fellow students. That would take some getting used to. Also, I had suspected privacy was something of a privilege whilst aboard, just as it was in the olden days. With my shoes and belongings stowed, I locked my footlocker, placed the key in my pocket and made my way barefoot up on deck to mingle with the others who had already arrived.