Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

We were headed to Saint Martin. Our guests, Jess and Ethan, had a house there. It was a one-way trip for them, as they were flying back at the end of the summer. We would make a quick stop in Anguilla to pick up a businessman named Rupert and bring him back to the States.

Nicky was beyond excited. He had the zoomies, as Cass would say, because he'd never been to either island. I was beginning to see a pattern with him. He would research everything he could about our destination, talk about it nonstop the whole way there, and then, on the way back, he would reminisce about how it was the best island in the Caribbean.

He said this about every single island.

"Did you know the island is half Dutch and half French? And they both spell it differently. Fascinating," he marveled, shaking his head .

"I don't get it. You look like a normal guy, but then you open your mouth, and you're a total dork. Fascinating," I repeated, shaking my head.

I was folding a load of towels fresh from the dryer, and Nicky was supposed to be helping, but he couldn't shut his yap long enough to be productive.

"Want me to fold those for you?" he asked.

"Why? What's in it for me?" I asked suspiciously.

"Nothing, I swear. I'm trying to earn punches."

"Punches? Is this some new kink you're exploring? Because I've got to say, I'm really not into the whole sadomasochistic thing."

Nicky giggled, shoving my chest. "No, silly. Punches for my card."

"What card? I have no idea what you're talking about."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a business card with ten numbers on it. The first two were already punched through.

"What is that, for the ice cream shop? You get a free cone when you punch all ten?"

"No, silly. It's my behavior card. When I do good deeds, I get my card punched. When I get to ten, Daddy gives me a reward."

"Get all the way the fuck out of here," I said, not believing what I was hearing.

"It's true! I've got to fill it up so I can get my new stuffie. You should totally start your own punch card."

I hadn't known Sam was listening until I heard him laughing. He plucked the card from Nicky's hand, studying it. "It would take him a lifetime to fill up."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." He was right, though. I had no interest in doing good deeds to earn stuffed animals. Sexy rewards, on the other hand? Blow jobs? I could fold a towel or two for that. "Have at it," I told him, patting the stack of towels. "They're all yours, good boy."

And then, as if we never segued into punch cards and rewards, he continued on about the island. "I'm going to get my Daddy and Uncle Sam a bottle of guavaberry rum, which you can only get there, and they have nude beaches!"

Nicky was giving me whiplash trying to keep up with him. Sam ducked into the bathroom and when he came out, he planted his hand on Nicky's back, between his shoulder blades.

"Bend over, put your hands on the dryer." Nicky didn't even pause for breath. "...and they've got killer nightclubs, and an outdoor market, and…" Sam reached down his pants, but I couldn't tell what he was doing. Nicky choked on his next breath. And Sam chuckled.

"Your Daddy wants you to wear that for him. He says it will earn you another punch on your card."

Nicky smiled and straightened. "I'm gonna wear a butt plug for my Daddy. I'll get that stuffie in no time!"

The way his mind worked reminded me of a hamster on a wheel, if the hamster was on crack and the wheel was attached to a race car.

"Sam, for fuck's sake, give me something else to do. I've got to get out of here."

He laughed. "Follow me."

Spraying the anchor chain down with WD-40 wasn't much of an improvement over folding towels with Nicky, but at least there was peace and quiet. Plenty of time to think. But not about my future. Hell, an idea was forming in my mind, a devious plot against my cousin. I could entertain myself at sea by sabotaging Nicky's attempts to fill his punch card.

My first brilliant idea came about when Nicky and I were fixing cocktails and appetizers for our guests. He was carefully arranging fruit and cheese on a platter while I poured the drinks. I snuck a sip of rum, and Nicky caught me. His big brown eyes went wide.

"You can't do that," he whispered.

"Says who?" I challenged. "In fact, I dare you. Take a sip." He shook his head no, but I insisted, "Just a little one, a Nicky-sized sip." Nicky looked at me as if he was unsure, but confidence was written all over my face, and he trusted me. I was going to hell for this. No doubt. "Go on, take a sip. Nobody will know."

Taking the bottle from me, Nicky took a sip, just a small one, then licked his lips, and with his eyes on me, he dared to take another longer sip.

"That's it, enjoy it."

We finished preparing our appetizers and drinks, and after delivering them on the sundeck, we returned to the kitchen to clean up. "We should make drinks for the guys," I suggested.

"They would love that," Nicky agreed.

Several more sips of rum were stolen by Nicky and me before we were finished, and by the time we slipped the drinks into Sam and Cass's hands, he was laughing a little more loudly, and his big brown eyes shone brighter, maybe even glossier. Twenty minutes later, Nicky collected their empty glasses and returned to the kitchen, where he must've finished off the bottle of rum by himself, because he emerged from below deck completely naked.

He streaked across the deck and jumped overboard yelling, "No tan lines."

If we hadn't been idling, he could have killed himself, if not risked serious injury. I was shocked. Even with Sam's warning in my head, I had no idea Nicky would go to such extremes.

He was always so… Well behaved. So good .

"Fucking Christ," Sam spat, running to the flybridge to shut off the engine.

I stood frozen as Cass dove in after him, clothes and all. Nicky wasn't in danger of drowning, but Cass assisted him back to the boat, nevertheless, and helped him climb the ladder.

"Grab a towel," Sam barked, and I finally fell into motion, jogging to the back of the boat to wrap Nicky's naked, dripping body in a towel. Thankfully, our guests were below deck and missed the show, but with the way Sam and Cass glared at me, I had a feeling the show had just begun.

Sam didn't have to say a word. All he had to do was crook his finger at me, and I knew my ass was grass.

"What were you thinking?" I hissed.

"I wasn't thinking," Nicky said happily. "I was drinking! Want to go for a swim with me?"

"When hell freezes over," I griped, leaving him in his Daddy's capable hands to go face my punishment. I climbed the steps to the flybridge, the knot of tension in my stomach growing larger with each step.

"Come here, boy. I want you to look me in the eye." It was the least I could do. I looked him right in the eye, and he knew… Nicky's drunken shenanigans had my name written all over them. "That's what I thought. There will be a punishment for this. You can bet your sweet fucking ass on it. In the meantime, kneel," he ordered me, pointing at his feet.

Without a word, I kneeled before him, my head hung in shame. Nicky could have been seriously injured, and the weight of that was finally sinking in. It would have been all my fault, and I would have never forgiven myself. How was I supposed to know he would fucking jump overboard, naked?

Jesus Christ, was he allergic to alcohol?

I kneeled until my knees ached. I kneeled until my feet fell asleep, and I hung my head until my neck grew stiff. I never looked up or uttered one word. We dropped anchor in Marigot Bay, and someone, not me, raised the ensign and quarantine flags. I knelt until customs officials boarded our ship, and I had to go below deck and grab my documents. Once our guests departed, the knot in my stomach grew heavier.

The boat was finally cleared. Sam looked around, and mindful of the other boats parked in the bay, he ordered, "Downstairs, in the living room, now."

The living room was mostly used by guests during our voyage. The huge comfortable sofa sat adjacent to the wet bar, with tinted windows all around. We could see out, but no one could see in. I was joined by Nicky, who looked equally guilty and glum.

"Drop your drawers, both of you." Sam's tone brooked no argument, and Nicky and I stripped quickly. "What you did was incredibly reckless, Nicholas." Damn, I'd never heard Cass use his full name before. We were in serious trouble. "You could have hurt yourself. Christ, you could've killed yourself. Not to mention our guests were still aboard and could have witnessed the entire debacle. Lucky for you, they were below deck packing their bags." Cass paused to take a deep breath and Sam picked up the slack.

"Obviously, you weren't thinking, but what were you thinking?"

I had to hand it to Nicky; he wore his best puppy dog eyes and innocent face. Must not be his first time in trouble .

"I don't know?"

"Maybe you know," Sam asked me. "Where did he get the alcohol from?"

"We were making cocktails for the guests."

"So, how did their rum wind up in your mouths?"

I looked at Nicky, wondering if he would throw me under the bus to save his own ass, but Sam shut us down.

"No, don't look at him. Eyes on me." Fuck, he was tough. Sexy and tough. He was going to beat my fucking ass raw, and I was almost excited about it. Scared shitless, but excited.

"So that's how it is, then? Are you going to cover for each other?" Cass chuckled, which I wasn't expecting in the heat of their anger. "I'm almost proud of the both of you. Fucking pissed, but almost proud. We'll start with you, Nicky. I want you on all fours, but you can face the wall. I don't want to see your tears right now. I only want to see the color of your ass turn red."

Fuck, I almost felt sorry for him.

"You," Cass told me, "stand beside him and watch. Every time he cries out, I hope your gut twists with shame."

Shit, it sure would. Also, my dick was really really hard, but yeah, I was ashamed.

Sam handed Cass a bottle of lube, and Cass spread it over Nicky's bare cheeks, working it into his pale skin.

"No, not the lube," Nicky whined .

What the hell kind of kinky shit was this?

"Every cry of complaint will only get you another spanking." Cass met my eyes. "In case you're wondering, it stings worse when it's wet." Fuck me. I wasn't going to be able to sit for a week after this. Cass leaned over Nicky's back, grasping his chin. "I want you to remember this is going to hurt Daddy more than it's going to hurt you."

"I doubt that," Nicky whined.

Fuck, don't laugh right now or he'll make you bleed when it's your turn.

"I would much rather reward you than punish you, little one, but you earned every bit of this spanking. I want you to count out loud for me."

"How many spanks do I get?" he asked.

"I'll let you know," Cass smirked.

I wasn't sure it was actually going to hurt him worse. The only one who looked miserable was Nicky. And myself . His palm met with Nicky's skin with a resounding clap, and Nicky grunted, bearing the pain through gritted teeth.

"One," he said. Cass's hand struck him again, leaving a red handprint on Nicky's white ass. "Two," he counted. The third slap landed on the other cheek. "Three," he grunted, sounding almost angry. Cass paused to rub the lube into his skin, softening it, so the slaps had more impact.

"Your ass looks so pretty when it's red."

His hand dropped down again, and Nicky cried out. "Four!"

By the time Cass got to ten, Nicky was in tears, and I would have felt awful for him if not for his hard dick bobbing between his legs. I'm sure it hurt like hell, but he was definitely enjoying the pain.

"Daddy, please, no more," Nicky begged.

Cass soothed his raw skin, rubbing his hand in circles over Nicky's bum. "The next time someone offers you alcohol, what are you going to say?"

"No! No, no no no no. No alcohol."

"I'll also be taking the two punches from your card that you earned this morning."

"No," Nicky shouted.

"Yes," Cass insisted. "Naughty boys don't get prizes."

His tears tugged at my heart, but I was more concerned about myself. His spanking was over, which meant that it was now my turn.

Cass wiped off his hands on a rag Sam handed him, and Nicky collapsed on his belly, a sobbing, snotty mess. Sam picked up the bottle of lube, walking closer to me.

"I wish I could tell you this was going to hurt me worse than it's going to hurt you, but I'm not a liar. It's definitely going to hurt you much worse," he promised.

Fucking fuck . Why couldn't I find myself a nice, sweet Daddy like Nicky had? Sam was a fucking delinquent. I could see it twinkling in his eyes.

"I can't tell you how long I've waited to tan your fucking ass raw. All those times you snapped at me over the years, shot your smart mouth off at me, smirking, like you thought you got away with it. It's time for me to collect my due. Bend over," he said with absolute finality.

I crawled on my hands and knees, spreading my legs for him so he could at least enjoy watching my balls dangle with each smack of his hand.

"Sit up, Nicky. Wipe your tears and sit up. You're gonna watch him take his licks."

Fuck, all eyes were on me. I was already hard, and he hadn't even struck me yet. When he began to rub the lotion into my skin, I almost sighed with satisfaction and pleasure. But the pleasure was short-lived. The smack came out of nowhere without warning.

"Count," he barked.

"One." He smoothed his palm over my cheek again before delivering the second blow. "Two." It stung, and after the third smack, I could feel heat gathering on my skin. "Four," I counted, dying to crawl away from his hand.

He delivered the fifth and six blows on the other cheek, making both sides hot with fire. "You should see how gorgeous your ass looks. I should beat you more often."

My heart raced with adrenaline and fear. Would I be able to take all ten? Would he even stop at ten? "Seven," I shouted when he struck me again. Tears gathered in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "Eight!"

"So tough," he murmured, smoothing his hand over my ass. "So brave." His ninth smack landed half on my balls, and I cried out, my body tensing from the blow. "I would love to tie these off and smack them," he mused, caressing my sac.

Fuck no. Cock-and-ball torture was not my bag.

"Another time, perhaps."

"Nine," I shouted when his hand connected with my ass. My voice sounded hoarse. I was struggling not to cry. My ass was on fire, but I refused to beg him to stop.

"Do you care where the last one lands?"

Nope, as long as it was the last fucking one. "No sir. Wherever you think I deserve it."

"What a pretty answer," he said, trailing his finger through my slick cheeks. His palm cracked over my ass, the most brutal slap yet, and my knees nearly buckled before I caught myself.

It was a good thing the couch was made of leather, because my cock was dripping on it. The next sensation I felt did bring me to my knees. The wet glide of his tongue through my crease, drifting over my hole. His lips over my sensitive flesh were as soft as a whisper, a soft caress that set my nerve endings on fire.

"Are you gonna fuck me? "

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He chuckled. "What makes you think I would reward you after what you did? Cass and I are going ashore for supplies. I expect you two to get cleaned up. Change the sheets on the guest bed for the new passenger tomorrow, and tidy up their cabin. When you're finished, I want you to sit on your raw asses, no standing."

Cass laughed, and I hated how much they were enjoying our discomfort. "If you can behave yourselves while we're gone, the rest of your night might go a lot better."

Nicky seemed to brighten at that. I knew he was dying to explore the island. "Yes, sir."

Cass sat next to Nicky. He slid his arm around his shoulders, pulling him into his side. "Your slate is wiped clean right now, little one. You can begin earning punches on your card again. Think of how much you want that stuffie. Don't let your cousin lead you down the wrong path," he warned, smirking at me.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm going to be the best boy. You'll see."

Gag me . I rolled my eyes, and Sam gave the back of my head a light smack. "You just don't learn your lesson, do you?"

"No, sir. What fun would that be?"

His lips sealed around my hole, and he sucked hard, making me cry out. "No fun at all," he agreed. "If I find out you touched your cock while I was gone, either of you, this will be the best part of your day and your night will get a lot worse. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Uncle Sam."

"Yes sir," I added.

"Before we leave, I'm just going to squeeze in a minute of aftercare with my boy." Cass pulled Nicky into his lap. Nicky wrapped his arms around Cass's neck and popped his sore bottom out for his Daddy to rub.

"I hate to punish you, so stop giving me reasons to. Although I have to admit, I do like to see your bottom such a pretty pink from my hand."

"Is that a Daddy secret?" Nicky asked.

"Yep. It's a Daddy secret."

My ass burned, and their nose-rubbing pillow talk was making me feel sick to my stomach. "What's aftercare?"

Sam dropped down next to me on the couch. "It's when the giver of the punishment or pleasure takes a moment when it's all over to make sure the recipient is well cared for."

"I don't need you to hold my fucking hand just because you gave me a spanking," I sniped. I was not crawling into his fucking lap for kisses and rubs like Nicky was with his Daddy.

Sam dragged me across his lap, as if I was going to receive another spanking, but his hand landed softly on my abused skin. Still slick with lube, he rubbed it into my sore flesh, soothing the burn. "Then consider it part of your punishment. Just be quiet and accept it. No complaining."

I huffed loudly, like I was being put out, but I had to admit, his hand felt nice. Aftercare. I didn't know it was a thing, but it wasn't so bad. I'd never seen it in any of the movies I watched. Then again, if I was going to keep basing reality on porn, I was probably always going to be surprised.