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The Master and his Mate
CHAPTER 1 - All Aboard!
Kyle was reading the classified ads in the Daily News looking for a job. He kept questioning himself as he felt he was wasting his time since most of the ads required either special training or experience. Yet his eyes kept drifting back to the same ad seeking a deckhand for a yacht which was docked in a marina near White Plains on the Long Island Sound. He couldn't help wondering why the phone number listed was a local call. 'What the hell,' he thought to himself, 'what do I have to lose?', so he called and made an appointment with the owner's secretary.
Dr. Ryan Loud was a retired psychologist, although he had not reached retirement age; but his unmarried older brother had died and left him his yacht. Ryan had worked hard both as a counselling and teaching psychologist. Like his brother, he had never married, as a result of his awareness of his homosexual tendencies from an early age: he had known his true sexuality from about the age of twelve. He had experimented several times in his youth, but once he'd graduated with his doctorate he just became immersed in his work; quickly becoming very highly respected by his colleagues due to his publications in his field. To keep in touch with the real world outside his specialised academic enclave, he saw an occasional client when an interesting referral from one of his colleagues came along.
He had felt sexually attracted to several of his clients and students but didn't want to abuse their vulnerability and so avoided relating to them socially; thus most of his contacts came from the gay chat rooms he frequented in his few leisure hours, and only one had lasted for several years. It ended when his friend took a higher paying job in another city and the distance slowly eroded their relationship.
He had learned much from that relationship however, and still yearned for his friend's kisses and caresses. His explorations of the Internet also stirred a slight interest in what some would consider kinky sex. He found himself visiting more and more pages dedicated to bondage and sex slaves, fascinated by the photos on members' profiles. Yet it seemed that most guys were somewhat narcissistic and were looking for guys similar to themselves. Very few were seeking a mature man except for those on daddyhunt, but they weren't so much into bondage and master/slave relationships. So Dr. Ryan, in spite of his professional success, academic and social recognition, was only perceived by the boys as just another dirty old man. He himself was not attracted to men his own age.
Today he was to begin interviewing for a deckhand/mate for the luxury yacht that his brother had left him. It didn't start well - the first applicant arrived late; he was a man of about forty-five and although attractive, was clearly having problems with alcoholism (Ryan could see it both in his eyes and smell alcohol on his breath). The only thing in his favor was that he seemed to have a good knowledge of motors; but his way of avoiding the tough questions was not lost on the mental therapist interviewing him.
The second guy that came for an interview was obviously effeminate and a real turn off for the Doctor; who had groomed his reputation for years and was not about to be seen with a guy who wore his sexuality on the outside like a neon sign.
The third applicant wasn't much better: he was a sailor by profession, but it was clear he was a womanizer and he seemed to only be motivated by a need to leave town quickly. He gave the good doctor the feeling he was running from either the law or the mafia; in either case he did not inspire Ryan's confidence.
Ryan was feeling somewhat frustrated and that these interviews were just a waste of time until the fourth applicant arrived. He was far to young and had no experience, he had dropped out of college after two years: but he had such a winning smile! Kyle was a dirty-blond, green-eyed, smooth-skinned young man with a clear complexion who carried himself with a nice balance between self-confidence and humility. He seemed so attentive to the doctor but his demeanor gave no hint of his sexual preference. He had been living with his dad, his mother having died during his freshman year. He had held a few meaningless jobs like waiting on tables at a fast food restaurant and working at a car wash - in each case he chose to move on and had left each job with high recommendations.
Ryan was torn: Kyle knew almost nothing about navigation and boating; but physically and mentally he appealed to Ryan. On one hand he was unqualified, but on the other hand he was attractive, in good shape, inspired confidence and seemed fun to be with. Ryan finally decided to take the plunge
"Look Kyle, I like you, but you're unqualified." Ryan said, observing Kyle's responses with his experienced analytical eye.
"I understand, sir, but if you give me a chance, I am a quick learner." Kyle said apprehensively, feeling that he had almost no hope of getting this job.
"Well, would you be willing to take the quick course in navigation and boating safety that the Coast Guard offers?" asked the doctor.
"I'd certainly be willing to take the course, but I don't think I can afford the fees and I live about an hour and half drive up-state and don't have a car." Kyle said bowing his head as he recited the difficulties he was aware of in his taking up Ryan's offer.
"OK Kyle, I would like to give you a chance. You seem like a real nice guy - easy to get along with. I'll tell you what I am willing to do. I will pay for your course and then take it out of your salary and if you want you can live on the boat - its very close to where they offer the course. You can earn your keep by maintaining the yacht and keeping it clean and ready. Also during the day you could hang around the maintenance shop at the marina and see if you can pick up some savvy on motor maintenance. So what do you say?"
"Doc, that would be so great. I won't let you down, thanks so much. When can I start?" Kyle said, flashing one of the widest and most disarming smiles that Ryan had ever had the privilege of seeing.
"How about you bring your gear here on Saturday afternoon around 1 p.m . I finish with my last client around then and I will drive you out to the marina and show you around. The course begins on Monday and is three hours each evening for two weeks." Ryan said.
Kyle was thrilled and bubbling with excitement; he kept shaking the doctor's hand with both of his. "OK, kid, see you on Saturday." Ryan said as he shew him out of his office That night the doctor had a hard time falling asleep due to his excitement from meeting this likable young man.
Kyle arrived early on Saturday and the doctor was kind of slow gathering his gear, a cooler and packing his Honda Civic. They finally arrived at the marina around 4 p.m. and the doctor introduced Kyle to the guard at the gate. Then they drove to the end of the pier where the yacht was moored and unpacked the car. Kyle watched the gear while the doctor drove his car to the parking lot. He tried to guess which of the boats belonged to the shrink. When the doctor came back he was pushing a cart on which they loaded their gear and then Kyle pushed it down the wooden dock walking behind the doctor who occasionally waved to a few owners who were on their boats.
Finally, the Doctor came to a halt before one of the most beautiful and elegant yachts that Kyle had ever seen. It was long and sleek and it was moored in its own berth with ropes on each side keeping it in the middle of the dock. The Doctor pulled on one of the ropes, hauling the boat into the dock close enough for them to hop aboard.
Kyle's mouth fell open as he stepped aboard; he had never been anywhere that was so plush. There was a lower outdoor deck where they came aboard and they then went up a flight of stairs which brought them to the main sun-deck. At the end of this deck there was a sliding door leading to the main cabin. It was like the sitting room of a men's club and oozed comfort from the expensive furniture it contained. There was a wet bar in one corner and a wide angle TV in the other; in the center of the opposite wall was a door which led to the state-rooms where they deposited Ryan's bags.
Then the Doctor showed Kyle forward to the bows of the boat; and the stairs going down to a lower level where there were cabins for the crew and a galley. Kyle would be living in one of these small cabins - which were rather cramped - but when the Doc was not aboard he would have practically the whole boat to himself. Kyle could not believe his good luck.
"Just get yourself settled in for now," Ryan said, "Its too late to take her out now; so we'll have to wait until tomorrow. Tonight we can relax with a movie and if you know how to give a massage, I would love you to work the kinks out of my neck."
"I've never given a massage sir, I'm sorry I don't know how." Kyle said innocently.
While Kyle unpacked and got settled into his small cabin, the Doctor took out a couple of steaks from the cooler he had brought from home. He stowed the other items in the refrigerator and then went up on the main deck where there was a gas barbecue and got it going. Kyle soon finished stowing his gear and came up onto the same deck, and stood watching the doctor who had put a couple of ears of corn still in their husks on the grill.
"How do you like your steak?" Ryan asked.
"What do you mean?" Kyle responded.
Ryan contemplated Kyle's response and thought about what it could mean in terms of this young man's experience and education.
"Do you like it well-done, medium, medium-rare or rare," Ryan said patiently.
"I guess well-done." Kyle responded, not really understanding the differences.
"I tell you what, Kyle, I will cook it medium-rare and if you don't like it I will cook it some more. These are expensive cuts of meat and if I cook them too much it will ruin their flavour. OK?"
Kyle nodded his head in assent since the only steak that they ate at his house had been Salisbury steak. Kyle was from a working-class family that lived comfortably, but very simply. The typical menu at home was chicken or chopped meat in a variety of forms; potatoes and a green salad. Beyond that his experience of food was rather limited. Ryan was impressed that Kyle agreed to try the unknown. He understood this to be a good quality and was glad to see that his impoverished background did not have the effect of limiting his mind to new experiences. As they ate Ryan was fascinated by the expressions on Kyle's boyish face as he savoured both the juicy steak and the caramelised corn, both of which were serendipitous eating experiences for the lad.
Afterward, Kyle was given the task of scrapping down the grill as the Doctor pulled a massage table out of the locker in the bulkhead where it was stowed and took it into the main cabin. Ryan then disappeared into his state-room and returned with some skin creams. When Kyle entered the main salon he saw the table and reminded the doctor that he did not know how to give a massage.
"Well you'd better pay attention and start learning because from now on its part of your job. If we are going to be travelling together this will be an important part of your duties, now strip off your shirt and lay down here with your face in this hole." Ryan said as he lined the hole with tissue paper. The young man complied; he had never had a massage and was curious. He trusted the doctor, but was also somewhat apprehensive about someone touching his body. The good doctor lubricated his hands first and then spread the lubricant over Kyle's muscular back. He delighted in the feel of the young man's firm and smooth skin. His body was hairless except for the treasure trail running from his navel down into his jeans.
Kyle was shocked that being touched by this older man was so enjoyable; and he seemed to melt into the table. His parents were very kind and good people, but he had no recollection of them ever giving him a back rub. His mother had once rubbed some Vicks Vapor Rub on his chest when he had a cold as a very young boy, but he did not recall feeling what he was feeling now. There was even a tingle in his genitals and he was glad to be lying face down.
The doctor worked on his neck and shoulder muscles; his touch was firm, but gentle. He was very careful to avoid pinching the boy. He kneaded his body like his grandmother had taught him to knead bread dough. As he pressed down on Kyle, he would exhale and almost moan with delight. After doing his back, the doctor broke the mood and said:
"OK, get up its my turn now." .
Reluctantly Kyle picked himself slowly off the massage table, hoping that his boss would not notice the bulge in his pants. Of course Ryan noticed, because he expected it due to his familiarity with massages, but he said nothing so as not to embarrass his new employee on his first night on board the yacht.
Ryan laid down on the table and told Kyle to lubricate his hands and then spread the lubricant on his back. Ryan was very hesitant and somewhat nervous and began massaging very tentatively the older man's back. The warmth of the doctor's skin was the first sensation to impress the boy. Then as he moved his hands over Ryan's back he was fascinated by the smooth feel as they rolled over strong muscles. The more he touched the man the more he was enjoying the sensations and the more firmly he applied pressure.
He soon found that he could detect the knots in the doc's back where the tensions of the day had tightened the shrink's muscles. Ryan moaned in relief and Kyle could actually feel the muscles lose their resistance to his hands. After a good while, Ryan turned over. His semi-hairy chest and his enlarged gut which had a large scar down the center was not particularly attractive. Kyle just stared at him and wondered.
"What should I do." Kyle asked.
This was the cue that Ryan had been awaiting. "Oh yeah, you were doing so well, I almost forgot that you are new to this." The doctor said to instill confidence in the boy while getting himself up off the table. "Now you lay down again and I will show you.." Kyle had no inkling that he had been set up and now the good doctor had the perfect excuse to run his hands over the young man's torso. He had to bite is lip to hide his smile.
Once Kyle had laid down, his anxiety levels rose and his whole body stiffened, except for that part that was already somewhat extended that withered in size rather quickly! Again the doctor lubricated his hands and then painted the boy's torso with the specially perfumed oils. But before he touched the youth he said, "now close your eyes and enjoy. I am going to touch you now." As soon as Ryan's hands dropped down on his chest, Kyle tightened involuntarily, but as they began moving over him he felt his whole body just let go. He relaxed so deeply he felt as if he were floating in the air.
"How did you get that scar?" Kyle got the courage to ask.
"Oh , I had some minor surgery, but the surgeon only had a machete and had to hack me open." Ryan answered jokingly, hoping that Kyle had not been too repulsed by seeing it. After all it was now merely a red line than ran down from his upper stomach, around his navel and down to the top of his pubic hair. Today surgeries are often done with little holes, but Ryan had been diagnosed with a cancerous polyp in his colon and they removed a good third of the colon in order to prevent a recurrence. That was over three years ago and Ryan hadn't relapsed to date.
The doctor moved his hands over Kyle's pecs. They were not very developed yet, but he would soon have this boy doing proper exercises. He moved his hand in circles over them; noticing Kyle's facial expressions change as he toyed with his teats. His pants began to tent again. Then the doctor worked on his left arm from the shoulder down to the nicely developed biceps then the lower arm and finally the palm of the hand and then each finger paying close attention to each joint of each finger. When Ryan let go of his hand it plopped down totally relaxed. He then repeated the same process on Kyle's other arm. The boy was now putty in his hands.
"There is a bow flex in my cabin, I expect you to do a twenty minute work out every day. Understood?"
"I'm not sure, but maybe you could show me how tomorrow? Kyle said enthusiastically.
"I can be your trainer, but if you do not complete the routine correctly each day I will have to punish you," the doctor said laughingly.
"OK, my turn. Come on, get to work" Ryan said knowing how hard it was to accept the end of a massage. Kyle got up most unwillingly; not wanting the experience to end and repeated what he had just learnt. When he came down to the scar he was somewhat hesitant, but once he touched it and felt its hard smoothness he quickly lost any anxiety about it and worked on the doctor's belly in an almost sensual way right down to the rim of Ryan's pants as Ryan had down to him.
"Good job, Kyle. You were right. You do learn fast. Tomorrow we will do the legs and maybe after your navigation course, I'll send you to get a certificate as a masseuse."
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