Chapter 12 Luka

Luka received a text from Charlie.

Charlie: The captain is talking to Brock. I think he doesn’t want us around the passengers. I was hoping we could go out to dinner.

Luka: I know. He sounded pissed when he saw Brock. Got to go.

The door opened and Captain Clarke entered the room. He didn’t look like he’d had an argument, but he showed signs of stress.

He sat on the side of Luka’s bed, then gestured for Luka to come to him. “We’re going to deal with your profanity, as promised.”

Luka meandered towards Captain Clarke. Fear set in over what the captain was going to do to him for using profanity in a public area. Captain Clarke ran his hands over the front of his slacks and squeezed his hard cock.

“Why are you wearing a G-string again?” Captain Clarke asked.

“That’s all I have, sir.”

“No briefs?” His eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had met an extraterrestrial.

“No, sir. I don’t like them.”

“Buy some.” He pulled Luka closer, his fingers gripping the waistband of his slacks tightly. He removed Luka’s belt and threw it on the bed, unzipped his pants, and forced them down before Luka could stop him.

“Bend over.” Captain Clarke pointed to his lap.

“Why?”

“Each time you use a swear word, you’ll get five swats. Today you used two, so you’ll receive ten swats.”

“What are you going to swat me with?” His eyes lingered on his belt, resting on the berth.

“My hand. I’ve warned you about breaking the taboo rules. You can either take five for each word or I can lock you up in the ship’s jail cell until the next stop, then the police will fly you back to Miami to do the rest of your time with Maleko.”

“What kind of choice is that?”

“Crewmembers are immediately terminated for violating taboo rules.”

“I didn’t think I was really a crewmember.”

“Do you want your court contract terminated for breaking the rules on my ship, or do you want to accept the consequences for your actions? The choice is yours. Which is it?”

Luka bent over Captain Clarke’s lap, his face burning with shame for getting caught swearing. The motion of bending over the captain’s lap made his cock swell.

Damn it! Why am I so turned on? The captain doesn’t need to know how much he turns me on. That man’s head is big enough. He knows what I want and why I want it. Now he knows I like it when he takes me over his knee.

No matter how hard he tried, he found it impossible to break away from his old habits. He used “fuck” a lot in conversation with his friends. They all did.

“Hands to the floor,” Captain Clarke barked as if Luka knew how to bend over his knee properly. How was he to know there was a formal way of doing things? This guy probably created a ritual for how to eat the different food groups on his plate by eating them clockwise.

Luka pushed his hands down, so they were resting flat. A feeling of dread mixed with sexual excitement washed over him as he anticipated what was about to happen. How could he be so foolish as to use profanity in front of Captain Clarke in a public place and think it would go unnoticed? Obviously, he wasn’t fit for public areas on this ship, or at least not with the captain present. Now he had to pay the price for breaking the rules.

The first hard slap to his ass cheeks fell suddenly, with no verbal warning. Luka flinched. Captain Clarke kept vigorously slapping Luka’s buttocks. As each strike landed, the sting lasted longer, intensifying the pain in the earlier spots. Throughout his life, no one had ever administered a spanking to him. This position made him feel like a naughty little boy. With the captain’s hand pressed against his mid-back, Luka found himself immobilized. It was very sexual, lying across the captain’s lap with his bare ass exposed. Luka could feel his pre-cum dripping onto the captain’s slacks. He’d have a fit if he noticed Luka had soiled them from his excitement during a punishment. He had five more swats coming, and he hoped he didn’t come all over him. Then there would be no question what was on the captain’s uniform.

“I’m sorry, sir. I won’t use profanity anywhere.”

“Who is in charge of this ship?” With his frustration building, Captain Clarke delivered a sharp smack to Luka’s ass for the sixth time, the sound echoing through the room.

“You are, sir.”

“Who decides the rules for you?” As he landed the seventh blow, Luka winced at the stinging sensation on his backside.

“You do, sir.”

“Who decides your punishment for breaking rules?” The eighth time Captain Clarke slammed his hand against his ass, Luka winced at the sharp pain and the echo it created.

“You do, sir.”

“Remember who is in charge of you for one year. It’s not you.” The ninth blow left a lingering pain.

“I won’t ever do it again. I’m sorry,” Luka said, not wanting to go to jail. What kind of lover threatens to throw you in prison if you don’t do what he says?

“If you dare to break this taboo rule again, I’ll double it for each word.” The tenth and last strike hurt like a motherfucker. Damn it!

Captain Clarke jerked him upright, yanked up his slacks, and swiftly zipped them.

“When did you decide on that punishment?” Luka felt the heat in his face.

“Are you questioning my choice of punishment?”

“I guess so.”

“Well, don’t! You have a lot to learn about how to address the captain with respect. Never question me about a decision I make in private or public. If you decide to be with me, I won’t show favoritism.”

“Favoritism? I think you’re overdoing, not favoring me.”

“Don’t think then.”

Luka became more turned on each time the captain barked an order at him. Suddenly, the captain noticed the wet spot on his slacks.

“Look at my slacks!”

Luka stared directly at his zipper area, noticing it was soiled by his pre-cum as he had feared.

“I’m sorry, but next time you ought to get naked before you spank me. Then your uniform will stay perfect.”

“You don’t look sorry at all.” He pushed Luka against the wall.

“Why don’t you just fuck me and get it over with? I need to feel your cock in me,” Luka begged.

“Are you giving me an order?”

Luka shrugged his shoulders in confusion. “I’m offering my ass to you the best way I know how. Not an order, sir.”

“I’m in charge, not you.”

“Sorry, but I wanted you to know what I needed.”

“Then strip.”

Luka slowly removed his clothes and threw them on the floor. Captain Clarke lifted Luka over his shoulder and carried him to his side of the cabin. He placed Luka on his back on the bed. Captain Clarke removed his belt, unzipped his slacks, and stepped out of them. He unbuttoned his shirt and picked up the rest of his clothes, folding them on the chair.

“Don’t move.” Captain Clark reached for the lube from inside the drawer of the end table. He pinched the tube, allowing it to fill his hand, then lifted Luka’s legs over his shoulders. He dipped his fingers into the lube, then stuck a finger inside Luka.

“How does that feel?”

“Mmmm. I want more,” Luka said.

Captain Clarke inserted a second lubed finger and then a third, twisting them around.

“Would you fuck me already?” Luka begged.

“Keep your legs on my shoulders.”

Captain Clarke aimed his cock head into Luka’s hole. He slid an inch in at a time, with only a slight burn at the entrance. He finally was all in, and Luka wanted him to pump harder.

“More, please don’t stop.”

“Oh, you’ll get more.”

Luka licked his bottom lip.

“Brace yourself, surfer boy. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to scream for more.”

Captain Clarke’s rhythm was slow in the beginning, then the pace increased. Finally, he plowed his cock in and out so hard and fast, Luka was beside himself. The captain found his pleasure spot repeatedly. Luka was moaning and grunting as Captain Clarke stroked his cock. His balls filled painfully and needed relief. He felt blood pulsating from his balls to his shaft and shortly after, he spurted his cum in four globs into Captain Clarke’s hand.

Captain Clarke immediately followed, shooting all his cum inside Luka. He cleaned his hand with a quick lick, then leaned in to kiss Luka, sharing an intimate moment. Both swallowed what was left in their mouths.

Captain Clarke wrapped his arm around Luka and nibbled on his ear. “Now what?”

“I have no strings.”

“I do. You will sleep on this side every night.”

“How about asking me, sir?”

“You mean you don’t like me ordering you around?” He rubbed his nose against Luka’s.

“I don’t know. Is this your relationship or our relationship?” Luka was all for the captain giving him orders in the bedroom but not anywhere else. The captain had way too much power over him. At any point, he could send him to prison. But would he?

“It’s mine for now. I own you for a year, and you’re at my mercy.” He paused with a grin. “To be honest, I’d like it to be our relationship.”

“What does a relationship look like for you? Ownership or desire?”

“Desire first, then ownership of you for the year, then we’ll see what you want after that.”

“What am I supposed to do now?”

“You need to stay here while I do my job. I’ll come back for you at six. You need to dress up with a tie. No uniform. Can I trust you will stay put?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m going to take a shower and get dressed for work. I’ll have your friend Charlie visit, so you have someone to talk to.”

“Thanks.”