Chapter 1: Introduction
Jamie Miller.
That was their name. They both lived in the same city and had the same name - they’d never met one another and had no idea someone sharing their name lived just a few suburbs away. The coincidences don’t stop there though.
Our two Jamie’s both had the same idea - to book a three week long cruise and get away from it all and have some fun this summer. Though it should be noted that even though these cruises left on the same day, at the same time from the same dock and were run by the same company - they couldn’t be more different.
You see our first Jamie was your average single straight guy living alone in an apartment working 9-5 to eventually climb that corporate ladder. Nothing special or unique about him really just your average joe, or rather Jamie in this case.
Our other Jamie on the other hand - couldn’t be more different. He was also single but he wasn’t straight - Jamie was about as gay as they come and proud of it. He also lived in a share house rather than on his own and was hussling that entrepreneur life instead of working for what he would describe as some soulless corporation destroying our society.
So given the difference in our two Jamie’s it’s pretty obvious that they aren’t likely to be booking the same cruise for their holidays this summer. However they happened to both book in at the same time, and with so many identical details coming in at once, their name, cruise dates, even their birthdays… it confused the system and sent them the wrong tickets - although neither of them would realise this, after all it had their name on them and the details matched - it was the same dock they were meant to be leaving from on the right day - there was just one difference which they wouldn’t realise until it was too late. Those tickets were for the wrong boat…
Both Jamie‘s make it onto their cruise ships - or at least what they believe to be their cruise ships based on the tickets.
Our gay Jamie checked in with no problem and was stoked to learn he had been upgraded to a balcony room with loads of space and fresh sea breeze, not to mention picturesque sunrise and sunsets on the daily. He couldn’t wait to kick back, relax and enjoy himself over the next few weeks. Life was pretty good for him right now, even if there wasn’t as many guys as he expected on this cruise.
Things didn’t go so smoothly for our other Jamiethough. He checked in and wasn’t very pleased to hear that the only room available for him was two floors down from the main deck and was basically a small windowless box. He argued with the receptionist for almost half an hour before his efforts were proven to be futile and he accepted the room and checked his baggage in with the concierge who would deliver it to his room a little later in the day.
Once that was taken care of he rather unhappily stomped his way down three flights of stairs through narrow corridors on his way to his room. As he was coming down the final set of stairs though he tripped on the last step, and it was just his luck they were re-painting that hallway where he tripped and he landed face first in a paint tray and spilled a bucket of paint all over himself in the process. This cruise was not off to a good start.
The staff were very apologetic and sympathetic towards him. They quickly showed him into his room and told him to go take a shower and they would take care of his clothes and have a fresh outfit ready by the time he got out.
Jamie strips his clothes and leaves them in the bag the staff gave him, then quickly disappeared into the small bathroom trying not to get paint on anything. He shuffled into the tiny shower - he couldn’t believe this was the room he was stuck with. But not having time to think about that as he wanted to wash before the paint dried, Jamieturned on the shower and started washing himself. As he was showering the ship left the dock and began its journey at sea.
Jamie showered for quite a while, he decided to use the body wash provided to really make sure he got all the paint off, so he covered himself in the thick foamy soap from the neck down and then began rinsing it off. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he watched every shred of hair from his body falling off of him as he rinsed away the soap. ‘Cheap shitty body wash - won’t be using that again, this cruise totally blows so far’ Jamiethought to himself as he washed the shitty soap away, not even considering that it might be doing exactly what it was designed to do.
Now clean and with a completely smooth body Jamie got out of the shower and dried himself off with the single small towel in his bathroom. He then headed back into the bedroom to get dressed.
He looked around for his clothes like the staff said they would bring for him but there wasn’t any. All that was in his room was a single, crappy looking old bed and a black box with a red ribbon sitting on the bed.
Not sure what else to think, Jamie decided maybe his luggage was still being sorted and the staff felt bad and decided to find him a new outfit and put it in a nice box for him. In his haste to get in the shower Jamie never saw the box was there when he walked in.
Jamie carefully opened the box, hoping the new clothes would at least be his style.
What he saw as that lid came off though was nothing like what he would ever have expected.
On the top of the contents of the box was a welcome letter which Jamie put aside to get to his clothes. Underneath that thought was nothing like he expected. The first thing he saw and pulled out was a set of two black leather wrist cuffs and matching ankle cuffs and a thick black leather collar. Next was a dildo that had to be at least 7 or 8 inches and fairly thick, alongside a more average sized black butt plug and a bottle of lube. In the bottom of the box was a stack of about 10 small black latex jockstraps.
Jamie was speechless and horrified - was this some kind of joke? He didn’t know what was going on, after a couple of minutes of freaking out and feeling totally confused Jamie picked up the letter and read it.
“Dear Sub Jamie Miller,
Welcome to our Annual Gay BDSM Cruise and thank you for joining us. We are so excited to have you cruising with us and can’t wait for you to join in all the exciting BDSM festivities.
The next three weeks are all about dominants and submissives. As you indicated to us when booking you are a submissive which means for the next three weeks while we cruise around you will be treated as such.
As a submissive there are some rules you must follow.
1. You must be in uniform at all times. Minimum uniform requirements are your supplied collar and buttplug. The jockstraps provided are optional if you wish to wear them to protect some modesty, and the wrist and ankle cuffs can be worn if you are feeling extra fun and submissive but are not mandatory. While you are an unclaimed sub you must wear only provided apparel at all times - once claimed your dom may prescribe other uniform items for you but you must be collared and plugged in public still once claimed.
2. As an unclaimed sub you must obey any dom’s wishes and please them as best you can, you exist to serve them. If your service is deemed unsatisfactory you may face disciplinary action from a dom, or be sent to the Head Master to decide how to discipline you. Be a good sub and you have nothing to worry about
3. Treat Dom’s with respect - address all doms as either Master or Sir and speak to them only when spoken to or after being granted permission to speak
4. You can be claimed by a dom at any time, Dom’s must ask your permission to claim you but you have to say yes - if you don’t agree to a Dom claiming you, they can take you to the Head Master and you must give a reason why you said no, the Head Master will decide if it is valid or if you are to be claimed and face disciplinary action for disobeying and disrespecting a Dom
5. If you are claimed, it is symbolised by your dom’s padlock being locked on your collar, giving them control of your freedom. If you are claimed other Dom’s will see this and know they need your Masters permission to use you. Once claimed you belong to your master for the remainder of the cruise and must obey them at all times.
We hope you are a good little sub and have a great cruise with us”
Jamie was stunned, shocked and speechless - this was definitely not the cruise he booked and there was no way he was going to be some bitch boy for every guy on this ship for the next three weeks. But right now he didn’t see a lot of options, there was a lot to take in.
After reading that mortifying letter Jamie’s only rational reaction he could conjure was that he had to get out of here.
He had no idea how but he knew he had to get out of here, somehow get off a moving boat at sea with not even any clothing to wear. This wasn’t going to be simple…
Jamie decided his first step had to be going back and arguing with that annoying receptionist guy again, and if that didn’t work then he would just have to demand to speak with the ship’s captain, or maybe that Head Master guy the letter wrote about - though he didn’t sound like the nicest guy from the letter but if he could get Jamie off the boat he would give it a go.
After thinking for a long time through his limited options, considering wearing his newly supplied clothes or not he decided that wearing the clothes would put him on a back foot for negotiating his way out of this whole situation from the start which he couldn’t do - Jamie needed every advantage he could scrape together if he had any chance of getting his way.
Having decided not to wear the supplies clothes, Jamie looked through his other options which at the moment consisted of going out there naked - not ideal, wearing a bed sheet but given his bed sheets were made of some uncomfortable black plastic/rubbery material that didnt seem like a good idea either. This left him with just one option - his towel. It was barely big enough to wrap around him and would really only do well to wrap around his private area but considering the alternatives that was good enough for now.
Jamie took the small wet white towel and wrapped it around himself. It fitted around him ok but not enough to tie it off so Jamie started looking for ways to tie off the towel - luckily under his bed he found a wooden clothes peg that had been left presumably by a precious guest. As he clipped it on he noticed what looked like some dried blood on the end of it; a sight that sent shivers down his spine - after seeing that, Jamie really didn’t want to know where that peg had been before now he just was glad he had something to hold his towel together.
Jamie clipped the peg onto the towel and headed outside.
Jamie felt many eyes glued to him intimidatingly as he climbed the stairs and weaved through the corridors back to the main deck of the boat. At the same time though he felt he couldn’t blame them because he was doing a little staring of his own - noticing about half the guys he passed kicking back wearing whatever they liked looking casual, relaxed and happy. The other half were dressed fairly similarly to the way the letter instructed Jamie to dress.
Jamie couldn’t help but find the whole thing a little strange and uncomfortable so he decided not to look any more and just make a bee-line to reception to plead his case and end this calamitous vacation.
Jamie stormed into reception, thankfully for him in his near naked state, the hoards of people checking in earlier had moved on and now there was just a few passengers still there hanging around the lobby looking as if they were anxiously waiting for someone.
After reaching the counter in a not so subtle manner Jamie called loudly to the young guy on the phone working the reception desk “hey you - phone boy. Hang up, we need to talk” to which the boy rolled his eyes and carried on his phone conversation.
The phone call lasted another 3 minutes during which time Jamie had to just stand there and wait awkwardly despite his several further unsuccessful attempts to get the reception boy to put down the phone and give him attention.
As soon as the phone was down Jamie breathed a loud sigh of relief and then just started babbling on with his list of complaints…
“Ugh finally, about time! Ok boy listen up now, I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is or whose idea it was but it ends now.
Firstly I want my stuff delivered to my room right now. I need my clothes and belongings - everything I packed got it.
Secondly - I booked a room with a view, a balcony, the works. You’ve shoved me in a windowless box and that just will never do for me so that brings me to…
Thirdly - get me off this boat. There’s been some kind of mix up, I wasn’t meant to be on this cruise, the cruise I booked was totally different and didn’t say anything about it being a queerfest or whatever this is so refund my ticket and get me off this boat right now, got it??”
Having laid out his demands, Jamie was sure he would get his way - after all he was used to things going his way, he’s a straight white guy after all. But what he wasn’t ready for was the reception boy to burst out laughing in response.
“Oh my god, that was real good - you sounded so convincing, you almost had me, I almost bought the whole this is a mistake thing - but it’s right here in your file, you left a note saying you get anxious about letting yourself be vulnerable through your submissive side and always think of some excuse to back out at the last minute, you even wrote that you booked this cruise so you had no way to escape - though this was a really good attempt, don’t worry though we get people like you all the time, although I’ll admit not many that go this far, but nevertheless we’re going to help you experience life as a helpless little sub for the next few weeks and by the end you’ll be begging for more. Ok now go back to your room and get in uniform before I have to call the Head Cruise Master to discipline you - and trust me you don’t want that on day 1” responded the reception boy half cheerily, half in a tone that sounded like it has seen the brink of death and is sharing warnings from beyond with you.
Jamie, still in shock, reluctantly left the reception area to go back to his room. He had never felt so defeated, let alone in such a vulnerable position. At this point he felt like he didn’t have any other choice but to try and play along for now or face the worst-case scenario - the ‘discipline’ part.
On his way back to his room, Jamie couldn’t help but notice the judging glares and dirty looks he was getting from other passengers as he passed them still in his towel.
It made him feel even more exposed and vulnerable than he already did. He couldn’t understand how this was happening to him. He wasn’t a submissive. He wasn’t into BDSM. He was just a young, straight guy who wanted a nice, relaxing summer cruise but instead he was stuck in this hellscape.