Chapter 2: Learning the ropes of submission
As Jamie walked back to his cabin, he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. His mind was racing with confusion and anger. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. He felt exposed and vulnerable as he passed by other passengers, who stared at him with a mix of judgment and curiosity.
Meanwhile, the outrageously gay Jamie Miller who was supposed to be on this cruise was on the other boat, sipping margaritas and exploring the different corners of the ship. He had to admit the cruise seemed a lot less gay than he expected, there were people of all genders walking around and he was yet to spot any bdsm action taking place, yet despite the lack of gayness surrounding him, he still loved the energy of the ship and the freedom it gave him to be himself.
He felt alive and free, and he didn't have a single care in the world.
Back on the wrong cruise, Jamie was still simmering with anger and frustration as he entered his small, windowless cabin and shut the door behind him. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He was a straight man, for god's sake. He didn't belong on a gay BDSM cruise.
He didn't want to be a submissive. He didn't want to be stripped of his freedom and forced to obey the whims of dominant men.
But as he looked around his stark, empty cabin, Jamie realized that he didn't have much of a choice. He was stuck on this boat for the next three weeks, and he would have to find a way to survive.
As Jamie pondered his situation, there was a knock on the door. He reluctantly opened it to find a staff member standing there with a metal dish filled with something that resembled meat in a sort of stew like slop. "Time to eat sub" the staff member said, after dropping the bowl on the floor inside the door.
Jamie looked at the bowl and then at the staff member, "Is this all I get to eat for the next three weeks?"
The staff member chuckled and replied, "No, of course not. We have a full menu of delicacies and treats for you to enjoy. But only if your master allows it, and since you are unclaimed and don’t have a master, you get slave slop. Remember, you're a submissive now. You don't get to make choices or decisions anymore, now get down there and eat.” The staff member commanded in a firm tone, making it clear that Jamie was no longer in control of his own actions.
Feeling powerless and defeated, Jamie dropped to all fours naked in front of the bowl and began to eat. The slop tasted terrible, but he felt like he had no choice but to eat it. He couldn’t believe this was the reality he found himself in. He had always considered himself a strong and independent person, but now he was just a number, a submissive with no control over his own life.
He felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach as he thought about the next three weeks he would have to spend on this ship.
As he finished his meal, the staff member who had brought his food ordered him to stand up and then entered the room.
"You are in violation of the uniform code," the staff member said sternly.
Jamie looked down at his naked body and a shiver ran down his spine, his face flush with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry," he stammered. "I didn't know there was a uniform code."
The staff member's expression didn't soften.
"Ignorance is not an excuse," he said. "You will be punished for your disobedience."
Jamie felt a wave of fear wash over him as the staff member approached him.
He was bigger and stronger than Jamie, and Jamie knew he wouldn't be able to fight back.
The staff member grabbed Jamie's arm and pulled it behind his back, forcing him to bend over. Jamie let out a cry of pain as his arm was twisted into an uncomfortable position.
"Please," Jamie begged, tears streaming down his face. "I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt me."
The staff member didn't respond, but Jamie could feel the man's breath hot on his neck as he held him in place. He waited in fear for what would happen next, wondering how he had ended up in this situation.
He had always considered himself a dominant person, but now he was being treated like a submissive, like someone without any control over his own life. The staff member's hand came down hard on Jamie's bare bottom, causing a sharp pain to shoot through his body. He let out a cry and tried to wriggle free, but the staff member held him firmly in place, continuing to spank him another 14 times until Jamie's bottom was red and sore and he was in tears.
"That's enough," the staff member said finally, releasing Jamie's arm.
Jamie stood up, rubbing his sore bottom with one hand and wiping his tears with the other. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had never been spanked before, and he certainly hadn't expected to be spanked on this cruise.
"As I was saying before," the staff member continued, "you are in violation of the uniform code.
From now on, you will wear the uniform provided to you at all times. If you are not in uniform, you will be punished. Is that clear?"
Jamie nodded, still rubbing his sore bottom. "Yes," he whispered.
"Good. Now put on your uniform and come with me. You have work to do."
With that, the staff member sat on the bed and watched Jamie dress himself in the uniform from the gift box the cruise had provided. He took a deep breath and looked down at the black jockstrap, leather collar and cuffs that lay on the bed.
He felt a sense of dread wash over him as he thought about the humiliation of wearing such a ridiculous outfit. But he knew he had no choice. If he wanted to avoid more punishment and escape this ship, he had to play along.
Jamie slowly put on the jockstrap and collar, adjusting them to fit as comfortably as possible. The staff member then put the cuffs on each of his ankles and wrists. He felt utterly ridiculous, like a prisoner or a farm animal being branded.
He was ashamed to think of how he must look to the staff member, but he didn’t have the courage to say anything. Instead, he just stood there, frozen in place, as the staff member approached him again.
The staff member reached into the gift box and pulled out a large black butt plug. Jamie’s eyes widened in fear as he realized what the man was about to do.
“No, please,” Jamie begged, his voice trembling with fear. “I’ve never done anything like this before. It’s going to hurt.”
The staff member didn’t respond, but he did give Jamie a sympathetic look. “I know it’s scary, but it’s just part of the uniform. You’ll get used to it, I promise.”
Before Jamie could protest any further, the staff member bent him over once more and began to insert the butt plug.
Jamie squealed and squirmed in pain and discomfort as the plug pushed its way inside of him, stretching him open and filling him up in a way he had never experienced before.
Despite the discomfort, Jamie couldn’t deny the sensation was also somehow thrilling. He felt his body responding in ways he hadn’t expected, his cock growing hard in its tight confines of the jockstrap.
“There you go,” the staff member said, patting Jamie on the ass once the plug was fully inserted.
“All dressed and ready to go.”
Jamie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was still trying to process the fact that he was now dressed in a skimpy leather outfit and had a foreign object lodged in his ass. But the staff member was already leading him out of the cabin, and Jamie had no choice but to follow.
As they walked through the ship, Jamie couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. Everywhere he looked, he saw men in various states of undress, all of them seeming to be comfortable and confident in their own skin.
Jamie, on the other hand, felt like a fish out of water. He had never been on a cruise ship before, let alone one that catered exclusively to the gay community and practices BDSM.
As they walked, Jamie couldn't help but feel the weight of the butt plug inside of him with every step he took. He couldn't believe he was willingly allowing himself to be led around in this manner, but he also couldn't deny the strange sense of excitement he felt.
Maybe this whole experience wouldn't be so bad after all.
The staff member led Jamie to a door marked "Staff Only". "You'll be working on glory hole duty today," he explained. "Just make sure you're always available and ready for use. If something comes through that hole, you suck it. Understand?"
Jamie nodded, feeling his heart race at the thought of being used by strangers in such an intimate way. He couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation, but at the same time, there was something thrilling about the idea of being completely at someone else's mercy.
The staff member lead Jamie down a dark dingy corridor in the bowels of the ship to the glory hole room he would be working in, a small, dimly lit space with several holes cut into the walls. He pushed Jamie into the room that was only big enough for one person, pushed him to his knees and attached his ankle cuffs to locking rings on the cold concrete floor, his collar is attached to a chain tethered from the roof and his hands are cuffed together behind his back. “Have fun slut.” The staff member said with an evil smirk before shutting the heavy door. Jamie was left alone, with only his thoughts and the throbbing bulge in his jockstrap for company.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall was an entirely different scene. A group of men, all dressed in black leather harnesses and little else, surrounded the wall. They cheered and jeered as they thrust themselves into the holes, their sights set on the new piece of meat that was trapped on the other side.
Three long hard cocks appeared in front of Jamie at the same time, one on each side except where the door was. It was overwhelming being surrounded by cocks like this and Jamie had no idea where to start. His mind was racing, but his body felt paralyzed. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He wasn’t a gay man, he wasn’t a submissive, and he certainly wasn’t a slut. He was a straight, strait-laced guy who was just trying to enjoy a summer cruise. But here he was, forced to kneel in front of three cocks, ready and waiting for him to service them.
He hesitated for a moment, but the moans and groans coming from the other side of the wall spurred him on.
He couldn't believe he was actually going to do this, but there was something about the situation that was making him extremely horny.
With his whole body shaking, Jamie reached out and wrapped his lips around the first cock that appeared in front of him. It was warm and pulsing against his tongue, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan as he started to suck.
The man on the other side of the wall gripped the back of Jamie's head as he began to fuck his mouth, using him as nothing more than a vessel for pleasure.
Jamie's mind raced as he tried to remember how to breathe through his nose, all while trying to keep his gag reflex at bay.
The other two men, eager to join in, slammed their cocks through the holes, just barely missing Jamie's face. He started to suck the second cock, bobbing his head back and forth while the man on either side of him kept up their aggressive thrusting.
Jamie's mind was a chaotic blur of shame, humiliation, and arousal.
He became lost in the wave of emotion and sensations thrust upon him and it seemed he ignored cock number three for too long as he suddenly felt hot smelly liquid showering down upon him from that direction. It hit his cheek and chin, making him jump back with a start, cock number two sliding out of his mouth and slapping wetly against his cheek.
The chorus of lewd cheers intensified as Jamie took stock of his situation and the liquid rolled down to his lips. He couldn't deny the bitter taste and the warmth confirmed it was piss. His stomach churned and his heart raced as he tried to remain calm. He didn't like this, but he had no choice, trapped as he was.
His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to control his breathing and focused on the task at hand - the remaining cock. He couldn't afford to get distracted or else he would pay the price, both literally and figuratively. He leaned forward and took the pissing cock into his mouth. The taste was, rancid unlike anything he had ever tasted. He gagged slightly but refused to give up. With each passing moment, he got better at it, his body adapting to the disgusting demands placed upon it.
He sucked and slurped, moaned and groaned as the men took their pleasure from him. Each time one of them finished, they would pull out and move on, leaving him to wait for the next one. And still, they came, wave after wave of anonymous cocks, until Jamie's mind and body felt like they were going to shatter into a million pieces.
As the hours passed, Jamie's mouth and jaw ached from the constant exertion. The slimy, slaty sweet taste of cum lingered on his tongue as he swallowed cock after cock.
The sheer volume of semen that filled his mouth was overwhelming. His jaw ached and his head spun as he desperately tried to keep up with the insatiable horde of seemingly endless cock that thrust through the holes.
Jamie’s virgin mouth was put through the motions, trained to be an obedient cum-dumping receptacle. It was filthy, degrading, and disgusting work, but it was work that Jamie was now destined for.
He had no choice but to comply, he could no longer resist the relentless cockpounding.
His mouth had turned into a slippery, slick cave, stuffed and stretched tightly in place by the rock hard cocks invading it. He was reduced to a mere vessel for their pleasure, full of nothing but thick salty ropes of cum. He could barely recognize himself anymore, he felt so beaten down and used.
But amidst all the debasement and filth, there were moments where Jamie would find himself becoming lost in the mindless pleasure of it all. The feeling of the warm, wet cocks pulsating against his tongue.
The raw, masculine scent of sweat and musk that lingered in the air. The sensation of endless lines of faceless men taking their pleasure from him. Jamie’s mind was in a hazy, dreamlike state as he succumbed to the never-ending tide of cocks thrusting at him from every direction.
And yet, despite the constant onslaught, he couldn’t deny the thrill that surged through his veins with every new cock that slid into his mouth. It was wrong, so very wrong, and yet that’s what made it so intoxicating.
Jamie couldn’t believe how fast he was adjusting to this new life, but there was no denying it - he was quickly becoming a pro at this.
About four hours had passed since Jamie sucked his first cock, not that he had any sense of the time anymore but he was startled when he heard the door to his little newfound blowjob haven opening suddenly. He did not need to turn his head to confirm who it was; the staff member had come to check on him, and surely to deliver the logistics of the next item on his twisted cruise itinerary.
"You've done well, slave," the staff member said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I am pleased with your progress. But there is still much more work to be done."
Jamie looked up at the staff member, a mixture of fear and resentment in his eyes. Despite the staff member's praise, Jamie knew that he was still little more than a piece of property, a slave to be used for the next three weeks.
"What do you want from me now?" Jamie asked, his voice trembling barely audible given how battered and overworked his throat and jaw were.
The staff member carried on with his instructions. "You now have a choice sub, either I can take you to the bar where you will work for the remainder of the night as a drinks waiter and have a high chance of finding an owner to claim you, but there’s a catch. To work in the bar I first have to lock your cock away in chastity. Or alternatively I take you back to your room and you go to bed for six hours before receiving your next service posting and doing this all over again tomorrow. So what will it be bitch boy?"
Jamie's brain went into overdrive as he contemplated his new fate.
The thought of losing control over his own dick, of serving drinks in the bar wearing nothing but a leather jockstrap and collar, and of the possibility of being claimed by a dominant man, all made him feel a strange mix of fear and excitement.
On the other hand, the idea of getting some rest before another grueling day of servitude was also enticing.
"What do you think would be best for me, Sir?" Jamie asked, addressing the staff member with respect to mask his internal conflict.
The staff member let out a cruel smile. “Well I guess that depends, if you enjoy serving as a ship slave then you can continue, but be warned, we’ve started you off easy today given this is your first time aboard, other postings are not so forgiving. So if you want to get away from having to do ship service duties then there’s a good chance you’ll find an owner tonight at the bar, the longer you go unclaimed the less likely it is you’ll get that chance. Now you have to decide boy.” The staff member's words echoed in Jamie's mind.
He wanted to believe that there was still a chance he could get off this ship, that he could return to his normal life. But deep down, he knew that wouldn't be the case.
He knew that he was going to be stuck here for the next three weeks, serving as a submissive to whoever wanted to use him.
It was a terrifying thought, but at the same time, it was also incredibly arousing.
Jamie had never considered himself a submissive before, had never thought about being dominated by another person. But now, as he knelt on the floor with his mouth full of cock, he couldn't deny the thrill that surged through his body.
He was no longer in control, no longer responsible for his own actions. He was simply a vessel, a tool to be used by whoever wanted to use him. And there was something incredibly freeing about that.
"Well?" The staff member's voice snapped Jamie out of his thoughts.
"Well? Have you made a decision yet, or do you want me to make it for you?"
Jamie took a deep breath and steeled himself for what was to come. "I'll work at the bar," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. With that, the staff member detached Jamie's restraints from the tethering points on the floor and the wall, and told Jamie to stand up and face towards him.
Jamie did as he was told, and the staff member proceeded to lock a chastity device around his cock and balls. It was a tight fit, but eventually, it clicked into place, rendering Jamie's dick completely useless.
"There," the staff member said, stepping back to admire his handiwork, then proceeded to drag Jamie down the dim corridor by the leash he attached to his collar. "Now let's go get you fitted for your bar uniform. The staff member led Jamie to a small room with a row of shelves displaying various gear. He pulled a box off the shelf and got to work, starting with a black bow tie he clipped to the front of Jamie’s collar. Next came a new jockstrap, one with a tuxedo style design on the front along with new matching wrist cuffs. To finish off, Jamie got braces attached to his jockstrap just for some extra flare and then finally a bright red ball gag placed tightly in his mouth and a silver tray was attached to his wrist cuffs, literally binding him to his beer delivery duties."
"Very good," said the staff member, looking Jamie up and down. "That will do nicely. Now let's get you out to the bar.
As Jamie followed the staff member through the ship, he couldn't help but feel a rush of anticipation mixed with fear.
He had always considered himself straight and vanilla in the bedroom, but here he was, dressed in a leather jockstrap and collar, with a chastity device locking away his cock.
He had never felt so humiliated, so exposed, yet at the same time, he felt a strange sense of arousal coursing through his veins. A new sense of adventure and curiosity, was awakened in him even though he never imagined that he would end up in this situation.
As they enter the bar, Jamie couldn't help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over him.
It was packed with people, all dressed in various forms of fetish gear, and the air was thick with the scent of leather and sweat.
Men of all shapes and sizes were milling about, chatting and laughing with drinks in hand. Some were standing at the bar, while others were seated at tables, and others were sitting on the many large cushions scattered throughout and many had what was clearly a claimed sub kneeling alongside them.
A few of the patrons eyed Jamie as he was led past, their looks ranging from curiosity to hunger.
Jamie couldn’t help but feel like a piece of meat, a mere plaything to be used and discarded at will.
He was led to the bar and handed over to the bartender, a tall, muscular man with a shaved head and piercing eyes. He introduced himself as Marcus, and Jamie could tell right away that even though he was clearly a fellow submissive, he was going to be a tough taskmaster.
Marcus loaded Jamie’s tray with beers and placed a napkin draping over it, before indicating which table that he was to serve drinks to.
Jamie hurriedly did as he was told, trying to dodge the groping hands of the drunken customers that lined the bar.
Reaching the correct table, Jamie cautiously lowered the tray in front of the customers who quickly unloaded their pints, but wouldn’t let Jamie go until their many hands had explored his body. One of the men at the table fixed Jamie with a hungry gaze. “Why don’t you stay here and chat for a while,” he suggested, with a smug smile, knowing they would be doing all the chatting thanks to Jamie’s gag. The man gestured to the empty cushion next to him.
Jamie hesitated, torn between fear and curiosity, in the end he realised he was here to serve and either way was going to end up in this situation again tonight so he took the seat offered. The man, who introduces himself as Trent, made a show of stroking Jamie's thigh and patting his head like a pet dog, to the amusement and envy of his friends.
Meanwhile, on the other ship, Jamie's doppelganger is having an entirely different experience. Blonde Jamie, who just happens to share the same name as his unlucky counterpart, is making the rounds at the ship's casino and seems to be really cleaning up.
With his perfectly coiffed hair, bright green eyes, and toned body, he turns heads wherever he goes.
He chats and laughs with the other guests, using his natural charisma to win them over. And when he's not at the casino, he could usually be found lounging by the pool or hitting the dance floor at one of the ship’s four night clubs.
Compared to his brown-haired doppelganger, straight cruising gay Jamie is living it up and has yet to encounter the same kind of disappointment from this mixup that Jamie on the gay cruise has.
That Jamie, currently stuck in butler mode, had realised this strong gay man had a motive for Jamie to be sitting beside him. Trent was casting glances at Jamie, drinking him in with his eyes, savoring every inch. Jamie was uncomfortable, unsure of what was being asked of him. He had never been so eye-to-eye with raw desire before, and he was feeling extremely vulnerable.
Trent finally leaned in close to Jamie’s ear, speaking in a low voice. “I’m curious about you. Tell me about yourself, I’m going to ask you some questions and you can answer by nodding or shaking your head ok boy.” Trent said with a smirk.
Jamie awkwardly nodded, unsure of what to do.
“First thing’s first, are you a virgin?” Trent asked, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.
Jamie shook his head, feeling his cheeks burn red with embarrassment.
“Good. How many guys have you been with?” Trent questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Jamie held up a closed fist to indicate 0, deciding that the staff member and men at the gloryhole didn’t count.
Trent chuckled, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Is this your first experience being a sub?”
Jamie hesitated, then nodded.
“Interesting,” Trent mused. “Well, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I’m a Dom, a dominant. And I’ve been looking for a new sub to add to my collection. I think you might be just what I’m looking for.”
Jamie’s heart raced as Trent continued to assess him, his gaze lingering on Jamie’s body, as if imagining what he could do to him. Jamie couldn’t deny the thrill he felt at those words. He had never considered himself submissive, but there was something about Trent’s confident demeanor, his piercing eyes, his commanding presence that made Jamie want to submit. He had never felt such a magnetic attraction to someone before. He was starting to feel like Trent’s prey.
Jamie was getting lost in his own thoughts of submission, wondering what it would be like to be dominated by such a powerful man. It wasn’t something he had ever considered before, but he couldn’t deny the allure.
“You have potential boy,” Trent murmured, his finger tracing lightly over Jamie’s cheek. “You’re curious, I can see it in your eyes. And I think you’re ready to explore that curiosity.”
Jamie nodded, unable to find his voice.
“Let’s try it this way, you go and finish your shift here at the bar like a good little bar bitch, and if you think you’re ready to be owned and want to know what true submission feels like, be at my door on your knees in uniform at midnight, knock twice and keep your eyes to the ground. Room 1024 bitch, ok think about it. Now get back to work.” Trent’s voice was authoritative, leaving Jamie with no choice but to obey. Jamie scurried back to the bar, his mind racing with what had just transpired. He couldn’t believe what Trent had propositioned. It was all so sudden and unexpected. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for something like that, but the idea of submitting to such a powerful and commanding figure was intriguing.
Jamie worked the rest of his shift in a daze, his thoughts consumed by Trent’s words and the possibility of belonging to him.
He couldn’t help but fantasize about the things Trent might do to him, the ways he might take control and force Jamie to submit.
As he delivered drinks and endured the groping hands of the customers, he couldn’t help but feel like he was on the edge of something new and exciting. Something that he never would have imagined for himself, but that he couldn’t deny he was curious about.
Finally, his shift ended and Jamie was in the locker room with the rest of the ‘bar bitches’ putting his regular uniform back on, only there was no one to remove his chastity and he noticed the rest of the subs weren’t even wearing one so he figured he’d been tricked and was now trapped in it. He didn’t have time to worry though, he had a much bigger decision to make, as he left the locker room he needed to decide whether to go to his room or Trent’s.
Jamie’s heart pounded in his chest as he contemplated his next move. He felt torn between his internal repulsion at even being in this situation and his own curiosity.
He had always been a submissive at heart, even if he did not realize it himself, and the idea of serving Trent, of belonging to him, was as terrifying as it was exciting.
Jamie thought of all the things Trent might do to him, the ways he might push him to his limits and then beyond. He imagined being forced to submit, to give up control.
In the end, it didn't really matter what Jamie chose. He had become so lost in thought as he wandered the halls, lost in the maze of the ship, that he was surprised when he suddenly found himself standing in front of room 1024. It was as if some unseen force had guided him here, to this door, to this moment.
Without thinking, Jamie raised his hand and knocked on the door, twice then dropped to his knees and stared at the floor, just as Trent had instructed. He heard footsteps on the other side of the door, and then it swung open, revealing Trent standing in the doorway looking very naked.
Trent looked down at Jamie, a smirk spreading across his face. "You came," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I was hoping you would."
Jamie couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at Trent's words. He had made his decision, and now there was no turning back. He was ready to explore this new world of submission, to see what it would be like to belong to Trent, to give himself over to the powerful, commanding figure before him for the rest of the cruise.
Trent reached down and grasped Jamie's chin, tilting his head up so that their eyes met. "Welcome to my world, Jamie," he said, his voice low and intense. "I will show you things you never thought possible, things that will make you scream with pleasure and beg for more."
Jamie shivered at Trent's words, his heart fluttering with anticipation. He had no idea what the future held, but he was ready to find out.
Trent stepped aside and gestured for Jamie to enter the room.