[Fiction] Rocking The Boat [BxB]

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Rocking The Boat [MxM]

Summary: Charlie had never liked vacations. So when he was informed that he was being forced onto a cruise for two weeks, he wasn’t pleased. He had made clear that he wouldn’t go on any trips, climb into the pool, or do anything vacation related at all. He would stay in his cabin and make the best of the crappy Wi-Fi. That was the plan, until he met Andrew. A hunk from New Zealand who got him out of his shell, and then some.

So I intend this to be both a romance story and a smutty story, with dare themes throughout. This is the first story I've written on here, so I hope I've put it in the right place and done it correctly. Updates might be slighlty irregular but I aim for one a week at least, and the post size will change from part to part. I hope you enjoy and can't wait to hear what you think.

Basis For Charlie
Basis For Andrew

Part One: The Competition

So this wasn’t as bad as Charlie had expected.

The British nineteen year old was sat on the main deck of the cruise ship, under the shade of a parasol as he tried to get a webpage to load for the tenth time. The ship was docked somewhere in Spain – Charlie didn’t know where exactly – so the deck was relatively empty. He had a drink to the left of him, a book to the right, and was in altogether happy mood. Well, happy given the circumstances.

He hadn’t wanted to come on the cruise. After his brother had mentioned the vacation to his parents, they had insisted Charlie also go to give him a good time, as well as forcing him to be more social. They’d brought him his own room before he could fight back, so he had to go. To protest, it was his intention to only leave his cabin when needed; and the only reason he was on deck at all was because his cabin was being cleaned.

Begrudgingly, he had to admit that it could have been worse. Thankfully the weather wasn’t too hot, which had been Charlie’s biggest fear as he quite liked the damp climate of England, and most people were on day trips, so the pool area wasn’t overly crowded. It was kind of nice.

But not as nice as what was happening on the stage across the pool.

A swimsuit competition. A male swimsuit competition.

Charlie was somewhat introverted, and could fluster easily, so logically it would make sense for him to avoid the literal parade of half-naked, over-confident men like the plague. But just as he was introverted, he was also gay. And if a group of handsome studs wanted to parade themselves in swimsuits, dripping wet, then he had every right to be part of the audience.

He wasn’t obvious as he watched them, only occasionally glancing up at the large screen broadcasting the competition to the entire deck. He would get a good enough look at the man shown, before looking back to his tablet – positioned over his lap, just in case he liked one man too much – until the next contestant came.

And so far, each contestant was hotter than the last.

So yes, the vacation wasn’t all bad.

“Lets all give a hand to Brock,” The host of the competition said into the microphone as the current contestant left the stage; the speedo clad American grinning to the camera and flexing his biceps as he did so. “And now for out fifth and final contestant, feast your eyes on Andrew Fisher!”

Charlie picked up his soda and brought it to his lips, looking up to the final contestant and nearly choking on his drink as he did. All the men had been hot, but this guy was on another level.

He wore bright pink swimming trunks that covered half of his large, obviously toned thighs. His legs were long and powerful looking, as was the rest of his body. His abs were obvious even across the pool, and his arms rippled with muscles as he playfully flexed for the camera. He had short brown hair, a chiselled jaw and smouldering eyes. He looked like a damn model.

And it was only going to get better.

As had happened with all other competitors, a bucket of water was dumped over Andrew, and Charlie all but combusted.

The young man, who had to be a surfer with a body like that, spread his arms wide, looked up into the cold water and let it hit him. With wet hair, and even wetter abs, Charlie was glad that his tablet covered his dick, which was waking slightly as the camera slowly rolled up the man’s body. Fuck, this man stirred something inside of Charlie.

It wasn’t fair for such a man to exist.

“Hey everyone,” Andrew said into the microphone in a thick, cheerful New Zealand accent. “So, you all like what you see?” A cheer went across the desk. “If that’s the case, make sure you give me your vote.”

Charlie could only watch as Andrew winked to the camera, running his hand through his hair and flexing his muscles as he did so. The blonde brit almost gaped at the display.

He forced himself to look away form the screen, going against every urge in his mind telling him to follow the drop of water down his washboard stomach, and towards the small patch of brown hair peaking from the waistband of the man’s trunks. He focused on anything but the god of a man, finally managing to load YouTube only to realise he had forgotten exactly what he was going to watch. Andrew was all that was in his mind

Still, he needed to take control. At least until his cock was fully soft again. With that, he started to browse the video site desperately.

“And that’s all out contestants,” The host spoke again. “To vote for your favourite, just open the Cruise app on your phones and click on who you want to jump aboard your boat. You’ve got ten minutes, so be fast.”

Charlie let out a small breath at that, hoping he could cope. All he needed to do was wait ten minutes and then they would announce the winner and they would hopefully stop showing glamor shots of all the men that made his insides burn with need. That would mean Charlie’s cock would calm itself and the flawless man would only be a memory that hecould call upon in the shower.

Again, he was shy, but still human. And this guy was prime jerking-off material.

He started to watch a random video, not allowing his eyes anywhere but his tablet as he forced the hunk to the back of his mind. It was working, and as he watched a review for a film he had no interest in watching – the most boring video he could think of – he felt his pulse calming down, his cheeks returning to their normal colour, and his dick softening in his shorts.

And then, from the corner of his eyes, he saw a shadow cast over him.

He looked up, and his breath hitched. Andrew was right there, standing above him with what seemed to be a teasing grin. His ripped torso was at eye level, still dripping wet with his body seemingly flexed. His thighs were thick enough that Charlie might not be able to wrap both hands around one and cover them. The teasing expression as he looked down was unfairly sexy, but Charlie forced himself to meet the gaze.

If he was a hunk on the screen, he was a damn Adonis up close.

As he looked up at him, Charlie was sure of three things. His face was red. His dick was hard. And his words were lost.

Fuck…

[To Be Continued]

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Hi. I hope you enjoyed the first part of the story. I know it was more of a setup than anything else, so I hope this is a bit more interesting. Any comments or criticisms are greatly welcome. Hope you enjoy.

Part Two: The First Meeting

Charlie’s mind had shut down. This didn’t happen to him. His only experience with hot guys up close was in the gym locker room, and all the guys with good bodies also had repulsive personalities, which was a boner killer for the blonde. But there stood Andrew, hotter than any man he had seen before, with a grin on his face that could light up a room.

His stomach rolled with muscles that were more rigid and perfect up close. His chest was perfectly defined, strong and pronounced. His thighs were large and enticing and his eyes were clearly mischievous. Charlie’s cock almost jumped at the sight.

“Hey,” Andrew finally spoke, voice light and happy. “Name’s Andrew. Call me Andy though, since you’re cute.”

Still unable to speak, Charlie could only watch as Andrew raised his hand for him to shake. The blonde couldn’t help but notice the pure muscle that made up the mans outstretched arms – he had no fat on him at all, pure muscle only – and his mind wondered as to what those arms could do. He shook Andrew’s hand before that thought could get too graphic, trying to ignore the strong grip of the stud.

“I’m Charlie,” He introduced, somewhat weakly. “I saw you up there. You were good.”

The words had tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself, and he felt a rush of embarrassment overtake him as his cheeks reddened. Out of all the things he could have said, he basically confessed to perving on the man.

Andrew simply laughed, which only made Charlie redder as he couldn’t help but feel as though the laughter was in judgement against him. This only got worse as he glanced down in shyness, only to become eye level with the man’s damn crotch; why was he standing so close? He snapped his head up again, and thankfully Andrew spoke.

“Don’t be embarrassed, already figured you enjoyed it,” Andrew laughed, crossing his arms as Charlie frowned in confusion. “Wanted to scope out the audience, so kept an eye on everyone. You kept looking away with the other guys. Couldn’t help but notice you didn’t with me.”

Charlie suddenly became even redder. Andrew just laughed.

The Adonis turned and pulled a nearby sun-lounger close, and Charlie tried not to lust over his plump ass too obviously as he turned his back. If he saw something, the stud didn’t say. He simply sat down, legs spread far too wide for Charlie’s sanity, and looked directly at him. Seriously, the trunks weren’t that big, when he sat like that pretty much everything was on show. Charlie forced himself to look away.

Even though he wasn’t eye level with the guys damn cock anymore, Charlie still blushed. Andrew had caught him staring and was now sitting across from him – still in those trunks that didn’t hide much – and was acting as if he wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

“So you’re British huh?” The New Zealander asked, running a hand through his wet hair. His arm flexed as he did so. “Only been to Britain once, wanna go back though.”

“You do?” Charlie asked, wanting to change the topic of conversation if Andrew was staying. “Why?”

“Architecture, amazing landscapes, all that stuff,” Andrew shrugged, before grinning again. “And, y’know, all the guys there are into some kinky stuff. All pretty hot too. All things I need in a vacation.”

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Charlie forced himself to laugh, covering up the awkwardness of his words.

He had no idea how to handle this situation. He still couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming over the mans strong, tempting as hell body as they spoke. And, unless guys from New Zealand were just open like that, Andrew was flirting with him. Charlie had only wanted to watch some videos on his tablet, how was he meant to deal with this?

“You’re pretty shy, ain’t ya?” Andrew laughed, leaning back. The sun made the drops of water glitter on his tanned skin. Charlie nodded. “You here alone, then?”

“With my brother and his friends,” Charlie explained, trying to get his cheeks to their normal colour. “Though, they don’t want me here. I’ve got a room to myself as well, so it’s basically like I’m here on my own. You?”

“Came with a friend, but he’s trying to fuck his way through the ship, so guess I’m like you,” Andrew seemed to be smiling wider, and Charlie found himself thinking it was blinding. “Suppose it only makes sense to spend our vacation with each other then, huh?”

If he was more confident, Charlie would come back with some retort saying that Andrew was being pretty confident in himself to assume he would go along with that. But all he found himself doing was nodding with a smile, because spending time with this hunk of a man wasn’t something to complain about. More so when he seemed to have an easy-going personality and didn’t seem to mind that Charlie wasn’t overly chatty.

So this could work. All Charlie needed to do was control both his blush and his boner, and maybe this could be fun.

“Another thing I noticed about England when I was there was the weather. It was pretty cold,” Andrew continued, and Charlie heard the mischief in his voice. “Bet it’s pretty hot for you here, and wearing a shirt like that can’t be helping.”

Charlie knew where this was going and could only blush as Andrew leant forward with a wide, teasing grin. “You should take it off, Charlie.”

The way Andrew said his name in such a cocky way sent a thrill down Charlie’s spine.

As much as there was an urge in him to do as he was told, if only to see how Andrew would react, all Charlie found himself doing was blushing. He was never one for showing off too much skin; he would be wearing multiple layers at that very moment if it wasn’t too hot to do. He had a slim body in comparison to Andrew and intended to keep that hidden.

“I think I can cope,” He said, making sure to smile. He didn’t want Andrew to think he wasn’t enjoying talking to him, because he really was.

“Shame. Your arms look good, wanted to see the rest.”

As Charlie was hit by an entirely new rush of embarrassment that made him blush again, they were both aware of the host of the swimsuit competition telling the deck that they only had a few minutes left to vote and that the competitors should return to the stage as soon as possible. Even in his embarrassment, Charlie had to wonder if it had nearly been ten minutes already.

He also wondered if Andrew had been serious with offer to spend the two weeks together. Because he didn’t want Andrew to go back on stage and that to be it for the two of them.

When he looked up to Andrew, Charlie could see that he was grinning again. It was the same grin that he had worn when he had practically demanded that he remove his shirt. A chill went over Charlie as he waited for Andrew to explain why he was grinning.

The grin was hot. Too hot.

“How about we make a deal,” Andrew offered, raising an eyebrow. “If I win the competition, you have to lose the shirt and keep it off for as long as we stay out here.”

A rush ran through Charlie, and he didn’t know why. “And if you don’t win?”

“I’ll buy a speedo, you can pick which, and that’s the only swimsuit I’ll wear until the cruise ends,” Andrew’s grin widened, he knew that was enough to convince Charlie. The hunk had more to say though. “I mean, I’ve got the body for it. And the eye groping you were doing earlier makes me think you won’t mind me in something a little tighter.”

Damn, the Adonis had him in the palm of his hand and he knew it.

Still, he was charismatic and seemingly pleasant enough that Charlie didn’t mind. As much as Charlie wanted to keep his shirt on, he found himself considering the deal. It was a one in five chance he wouldn’t get his way and seeing Andrew in a speedo was a thought hot enough to make him do basically anything.

Lycra had always been something of a fetish to him, starting with wrestling gear and expanding. Speedos were one of his favourite things, and seeing someone as hot as Andrew in one would get him harder than any porn possibly could.

“Deal,” He said before he could stop himself. The unfamiliar rush of adrenaline ran over him again.

“Great,” Andrew grinned, before the announcer called for competitors to come to the stage. “Better go, don’t wanna get kicked out. Get ready to take that shirt off, cutie.”

As Andrew started to jog across the main deck and towards the small stage, Charlie found himself running through what had just happened. The Adonis he had been drooling over basically flirted with him, called him cute, and had made a bet with him that involved stripping off in public. He almost didn’t believe that it was real; more so when he looked over to Andrew to see that, if slowed down, he would look at home in the Baywatch movie.

“And now for the time you were all waiting for. The result, who’s the sexiest man on the boat and who’s going to get the free tickets to the luxury restaurant tonight?” The announcer shouted into the microphone. “So, in third place we have Rico!”

A hot Spanish guy stepped forward and took a playful bow, smirking at the camera.

This was okay, just because Andrew didn’t come third it didn’t mean he was going to win. Sure, Charlie thought Andrew was the hottest without doubt, but people had different tastes. This could still go his way.

“In second place, we have Brock!”

The speedo wearing American hunk stepped forward and performed a small flexing show for the camera. Charlie would have enjoyed it, if not for the worry of wondering who would win.

Andrew wouldn’t let him wiggle out of his side of the bet, the toying smirk on his face told Charlie that. He just had to hope Andrew would lose.

Was that what he wanted though?

“And our winner is...”

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Part Three: The Results

“And our winner is…” The host held for suspense. Charlie felt his stomach flip with nerves. “ANDREW!”

Charlie’s eyes widened slightly at the announcement. He wasn’t shocked that Andrew had won; he was the sexiest guy on the boat, let alone the stage, in Charlie’s view. But the fact he had won meant that he was going to have to take his shirt off. And sure, that wasn’t much for most guys, but Charlie hadn’t been publicly shirtless since he was a kid.

Andrew walked to the front of the stage and grinned into the camera, winking again and showing of a slightly cocky bicep curl that made Charlie’s dick twitch despite the conflict in his mind. He couldn’t handle this.

“So,” The presenter spoke again, holding the microphone to Andrew’s lips. “How d’you feel about your win.”

“Pretty damn good,” Andrew said into the microphone. Even through the bad speakers his cocky tone was obvious.

“And you’re excited for your prize?” The host asked.

“More than you could believe,” Andrew spoke, and Charlie shivered slightly in his seat.

The blonde heard the host make some kind of joke about how the restaurant would need to be well stocked if Andrew was that excited to go there, but didn’t listen to it. Andrew hadn’t been subtle with what he was actually alluding to, and was looking directly at Charlie from the stage. There was something inside of Charlie that was driven mad by the confident, almost arrogant expression aimed at him. It drove him crazy.

He could go, if he wanted. There was nothing stopping him from running to his room and locking himself in. Andrew didn’t know where his cabin was, so he definitely could run. But he didn’t want to. And he didn’t know why.

As Andrew got his gift card, Charlie sat and waited. Obediently.

After around a minute, the competitors were dismissed and Andrew started to return. He walked with a slight swagger, trapping Charlie with eye contact that the brit wouldn’t dare break. The sun was behind the Adonis, illuminating him to perfection as well as making him look like some kind of a god. Charlie was mesmerized.

It was making him horny as hell, and he had been forced to adjust his dick to stop his boner from being so obvious. The confidence that Andrew had as he approached, and the power he had in this situation, it was giving Charlie an adrenaline rush he had never felt.

It was erotic as hell.

“Strip,” Was all Andrew said, and Charlie was floored.

Having the hottest man he had met demand he strip, having him look down on him with a pleasant yet powerful expression, standing over him with arms crossed and muscles bulging. It was like something out of a porno, but it was real. Charlie was at this mans mercy, and loved it.

He wasn’t a masochist, not to his knowledge at least. But this lack of control, it burned his insides and made him feel alive.

“If you don’t, I’ll do it for you,” Andrew continued, grinning. “Might get a bit excited and take off your shorts, and the boxers. And I might not give them back.”

Holy shit.

The threat hadn’t been needed, but fuck did it make Charlie hot inside. He didn’t know if Andrew was going to go through with the threat, but he retained the cocky smirk and it told Charlie that there was at least a chance. A chance of him being stripped naked by Andrew in broad daylight, where anyone could see him. The danger drove the blonde wild.

Almost cautiously, he brought his hands to his shirt.

He removed it slowly and found himself looking at Andrew as he did. The other man was grinning and wasn’t subtle as he checked out Charlie’s stomach as it was slowly revealed. Charlie was slim, with the outline of abs visible, his skin pale and with a light dusting of freckles.

Charlie was nothing in comparison to the model-like man standing above him.

He pulled the shirt over his head and placed it beside him, running his hand down his right arm as he adjusted to the temperature. He felt… exposed and vulnerable, like anyone could look at him and he had nothing to hide behind. And the way Andrew was looking at him, checking him out without a sense of shame, it drove the blonde wild with arousal.

Andrew just stood there for a moment, close enough to drive Charlie wild. He was once again eye to eye with the man’s crotch, and he was looking up at the man. Possibly for approval. As he looked up at the strong, perfect physique, Charlie was driven insane.

In comparison to the man, he was pale, small and weedy. Anyone who looked to them could see that, and it drove Charlie wild to think he could be judged like that. Humiliating and erotic at the same time.

“So much better,” Andrew said, grinning and snatching Andrew's shirt from the sun lounger. “You better get used to it, you ain’t getting this back until I say so.”

“I thought the deal was I kept it off until I left the deck. So technically I can leave now and-”

Charlie could only watch as Andrew spun on his heal, still holding Charlie’s shirt, and tossed it into the pool. The middle of the pool; completely soaked and completely out of reach from any angle that wouldn’t get Charlie wet. He turned back and looked at Charlie with a raised eyebrow and a grin, the power play obvious.

The blonde hadn’t worn swimming trunks, nor brought a towel with him, so he wouldn't get wet. Andrew had fucked his plan. And made his dick twitch again.

“I’ll get it for you,” Andrew smiled. “But only after you’ve been out here for a little while. Wanna make sure I get a good enough look at ya, y’know.”

“I,” Charlie began, speaking weakly. “I can go back to my cabin and get another one.”

“Guess you could,” Andrew spoke as if Charlie’s suggestion wasn’t as all serious. It probably wasn’t. “But, and I mean this as nicely as possible, you can’t outrun me. And the second I caught you, I’d pick you up, take you back and dump you in the pool right by your shirt.”

The threat almost made Charlie moan.

“So you’re keeping me here?” Charlie let out a laugh. He wouldn’t mind Andrew doing that. “Like some kind of Jailer.”

“Hell yeah I am,” Andrew smirked, moving from where he stood to sit down again.

Charlie let out a breath he had been holding, being in such a submissive position with the hunk had made him both constantly on edge and in heaven. He both craved it to continue and was glad for his sanity that it had ended. It was like Andrew had some kind of spell over him, like everything that would make him uncomfortable with anyone else made him feel so… alive when it was Andrew doing it.

Even sitting down, leaning against the sun lounger, Andrew was impressive. His muscles were pronounced and daunting still, and the water still danced across his tanned skin, and Charlie found himself able to look away.

This changed quickly when he heard a chuckle come from Andrew, and realised that he had been completely found out checking him out again. He snapped his eyes away and looked down to his lap as if that would stop him, a rush of embarrassment flowing through him again and his entire torso flushing.

“Guess you do like what you see, huh?” Andrew teased, grinning. “You were the only one who didn’t cheer when I asked? Started to get worried.”

“I doubt you can feel worried,” Charlie laughed slightly, still red. He muttered as he spoke again. “You certainly don’t need to be, with a body like that.”

“Like you’re any different?” Andrew grinned as he complimented the blonde, who frowned. He had spoken as if he was just stating a fact and seemed to pick up on Charlie’s confusion. “You’re sexy, Charlie. And you’re gonna have to get used to it.”

He went even redder now, the compliment making him more embarrassed than being caught out staring. “If you say so.”

“I do,” Andrew insisted. “And I’m gonna make sure you know it. In fact, say it. Right now, say that you’re hot as hell,” At Andrew’s order, Charlie laughed weakly. Andrew kept going. “Say it, Charlie. Jailer’s order.”

That got Charlie to pay attention. ‘Jailer’s Orders.’ Why did that sound so hot?

“I’m hot as hell,” He almost whispered, remaining red.

“Good,” Andrew patted Charlie’s naked shoulder, and his skin burned to the touch. “Now put a bit of volume behind it.”

Charlie faltered, not wanting to be heard by anyone else saying that. He went to protest, but when he looked at Andrew and the expression of encouragement, he felt himself wanting to prove himself to the hunk.

“I-I,” He began, louder this time. “I’m hot as hell!”

He had spoken louder than he thought, because a few of the people also on deck looked towards them both with confusion and amusement. Charlie wanted to die as he saw their looks, while Andrew laughed and patted his shoulder more boisterously. He also lingered his hand, not helping the flush taking over Charlie’s body.

“See, wasn’t too bad, was it?” Andrew asked, and Charlie wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words. “You getting quiet on me now, Perv?”

“Perv?” Charlie coughed slightly at what he had been called.

“Yeah, if you’re calling me Jailer then I’m gonna call you Perv. Fair, right?” Andrew laughed as Charlie seemed enveloped by embarrassment. “You blush way too easy, it’s really fun to mess with ya.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I am,” Andrew smiled, looking over Charlie. He found the blonde just as hot as Charlie seemed to think he was. “You’re good company. Honestly, just thought I’d be on my own for two weeks, so thanks for letting me bother you,” He was calming slightly, leaning back and watching as the blush left Charlie’s cheeks. “You don’t mind me sticking with you, right? I don’t have to be all, y’know... I can be normal, if you want.”

“Thanks, and don’t worry. I promise to tell you if I want you to stop,” Charlie answered.

Andrew grinned; Charlie didn’t want him to stop yet then? Good.

“Would you really have tossed me in the pool if I tried to go to my room?” Charlie asked, looking over the pool to his shirt, which was still floating.

“Damn right I would,” Andrew grinned. “Hell, might have even done it without you trying to run. Maybe all I need is for you to doubt me and I’ll prove it. Are you doubting me?”

Andrew had swung his feet over the lounger, so he was sitting up again, looking at Charlie with a grin that was identical to the one he wore when he had won the competition. Charlie felt himself squirming slightly under the mans gaze, but loving the feeling none the less.

“I am. I don’t think you’ve got the balls,” He spoke before he could think, blushing.

Andrew was on his feet within the second, and all Charlie could do was yell slightly as he was picked and slung over the man's shoulder. Andrew didn’t seem to think Charlie weighed anything as he walked towards the pool, and Charlie couldn’t help but admire the muscular arms that were wrapped around him as he was taken to the pool. What those arms could do to him…

The moment couldn’t last. A second later he was tossed from the man’s strong arms and into the warm water, dunking him completely. He surfaced immediately, now soaking wet. His khaki shorts and boxers clung to his skin without any modesty, and he had to run his hand through his hair to get his fringe from his eyes.

When he looked to Andrew, he seemed to be gaping. That just made Charlie blush more.

After taking enough time to fully enjoy the sight of Charlie dripping wet, shirtless and embarrassed, Andrew jumped into the pool. The splash covered Charlie, who winced and watched as the hunk surfaced as well. Fuck, Charlie was showing a hell of a lot of restraint by not wading over to Andrew and running his hand over him. Because damn did he want to.

“You keep staring at me like that and you’ll get hard again,” Andrew laughed as he walked over. Charlie’s eyes widened; someone could have heard. “Though, now you’re clothes are all tight it’ll be obvious. So look all you want, seeing that little guy all hard is really hot."

“Asshole,” Charlie laughed, splashing Andrew. The Adonis splashed back in retort.

As they were the only two in the pool, this started a playful splashing fight between the two men. The fact Charlie was shirtless, wet and in clothed that shouldn’t be in a pool was soon was forgotten. He didn’t need to worry about his lack of a towel, nor the fact anyone could be looking, because he was having fun. It was freeing.

After a few minutes of stupid splashing, Andrew grinned and waded towards Charlie. Before the blonde could react, Andrew had him in a headlock and was pulling him down. Charlie found himself laughing, fighting pitifully against the strength of the man holding him.

“You sure you don’t want me to just be normal?” Andrew asked again, voice slightly more serious. “I won’t be offended or leave you alone. I just thought you were hot and wanted to take a shot. But if you ain’t-”

“Doubting yourself doesn’t suit you,” Charlie interrupted, smiling. “If I stop enjoying it, I’ll tell you. But right now, I’ve had more fun in the last half an hour than I thought I would over the whole two weeks. I don’t want it to stop.”

“You sure?” Andrew asked, and Charlie saw he was grinning now.

“You’ve got two weeks with me, Jailer. You better make me remember you.”

At the challenge, Andrew’s grin came into full force. “You’ve got no idea what you’ve got yourself into, Perv.”

It was true, and damn wasn’t he excited to find out what Andrew had in store for him.

[To Be Continued]

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Part Four: The Card Game

Charlie and Andrew had spent just shy on twenty minutes in the pool before returning to the sun loungers. Throughout the time in the pool, the fizzing sensation of exhilaration hadn’t once left Charlie, and he felt both constantly exposed and energized at the same time. This was something that Andrew had made sure of. The flirty comments, the times he clearly was checking Charlie out without shame, and the odd occasion he stated how anyone could be watching them drove Charlie mad.

Andrew was clearly doing it on purpose and loving it.

Even getting out of the pool hadn’t gone without Andrew making Charlie blush. The Adonis had casually mentioned how easy it would be to see any hard-ons he got now, given how tight his shorts had become because of the water. He’d even laughed when Charlie’s hands went to cover his crotch, just in case.

The blonde had guessed that, when he essentially gave Andrew permission to do whatever he wanted, Andrew wouldn’t hold back. That was proving true, and Charlie couldn’t deny that he was loving it.

It felt as though Andrew had something over him, like he was powerful and could have whatever kind of fun he wanted with Charlie without repercussions. The occasional flirtatious comment, or reminder of the fact that anyone could be looking at him – judging him – kept Charlie on edge. Andrew wasn’t going to let Charlie forget that he was in control of this situation, and that he could have whatever kind of fun he wanted at Charlie’s expense.

And fuck did Charlie find himself loving it.

He never knew when the next comment was coming. He didn’t know if someone might walk by and hear Andrew call him ‘Perv’ again. He didn’t know if Andrew would run a hand down his arm again just to make him go red all over. All of this was just so… freeing. Andrew was in control, and Charlie had to deal with it.

“Drifting off there, Perv,” Andrew chuckled, rooting through the rucksack he had brought form his own chair before moving next to Charlie permanently. He still wore the cocky grin as he spoke. “Thinking about me?”

“I’m sure you’d love that,” Charlie laughed.

“Not denying it then,” Andrew smirked. “I guess that can only mean you’re thinking about how good I must be in bed. Only thing that makes sense,” He teased, and Charlie felt himself blush.

“I wasn’t thinking that,” He protested. Despite his words, now the only thing he could think of was Andrew’s skills in bed.

“Sure you weren’t,” Andrew chuckled. “But, just to let you know, I’m good. A night with me and you’ll be on your knees begging for more.”

Charlie didn’t doubt that. Looking over the muscular god of a man now, he wouldn’t doubt that Andrew had men literally begging him for a fuck in the past. The blonde was more than willing to be the next man on that list. If nothing else, doing that would allow him to see all that muscle from a submissive position where Andrew would hold all the power, a sensation he was quickly becoming addicted to.

If they were alone, he would do it. He honestly would. To get on his knees in complete obedience, letting the man do whatever he pleased, he felt himself craving it for some reason. If nobody else was there, he would have already done it.

“You’re staring again, Perv,” Andrew chuckled, sitting up and stretching. Watching his abs flex as he did was drool-inducing.

“Can you blame me?” Charlie asked, smiling weakly.

“Nah, I’m doing the same thing with you. Granted, I know how to hide it,” Andrew chuckled. “But we can’t eye-fuck each other all day. You know what Truth or Dare is, right?” Charlie nodded. “Well, I've found a better way to play it.”

Charlie turned with a small look of confusion, seeing Andrew holding a deck of cards in his hands and shuffling them slowly. Even when doing such a menial, uninteresting action, the New Zealander looked hotter than anyone had any right to be. Honestly, the guy had to be a model, because he was sexier than should be possible even when he wasn’t trying. It was making Charlie go crazy.

“Basically, we both pick a card. Higher number wins, loser has to do a Truth or a Dare. Ace cards are high, not low,” Andrew leant forward with a grin. “You up for it.”

Truth or Dare? A game where Andrew had a chance to basically have all of Charlie’s dignity in the palm of his hand and could do whatever the hell he wants with it, and Charlie cant say anything about it. How the hell would he not want to play that.

“Definitely,” Is all Charlie says, reaching forward and taking a card at random. The six of hearts.

Andrew was still grinning as he also took a card from the pile, and Charlie could only assume that he was grinning at his own willingness to play. Andrew first showed his card – the four of spades – and Charlie smiled a little as he showed that his card was victorious. Even though he was more than happy to lose at this game as it would allow him to get a better understanding of just how Andrew wanted to make his life more interesting, he was still happy to win.

“Damn,” Andrew laughed. “I’ll start off strong. Dare. Show me what you’re into, Perv.”

Fuck, he was even able to take control when he was losing.

“Erm,” He thought for a moment, unable to think what he wanted to make Andrew do. He said the first thing that came to his mind. “I dare you to let me punch you in the balls.”

With a small tilt of the head, Andrew grinned. He stood up so he was standing over him again, a position that Charlie had quickly learned made his cock twitch. Still looking down on Charlie, Andrew grabbed the waistband of his pink trunks and pulled them up with a sudden lurch, making them as high as they could go. Charlie looked down and his eyes widened.

“Just so you can see your targets,” Andrew laughed.

He wasn’t joking. With the wet fabric now riding up, nothing at all was hidden. Charlie had an unhindered view to the large, daunting bulge that came from Andrew’s dick. He was clearly well hung, with pretty large nuts as well if the two globes were to be believed. Charlie felt his breath hitch; now he couldn’t even pretend the size of the mans dick was small to make him flawed. Not that it mattered, even is Andrew did end up having a small dick, he would inevitably end up knowing how to use it.

As Charlie drew his eyes away from the bulging shorts before him, Andrew continued smirking. “Come on then, Perv. Don’t hold back.”

Not wanting to keep Andrew waiting, Charlie drew his hand back. He hadn’t punched a guy in the balls before, but his brother had done it to him enough for him have a good idea of how to best do it. He clenched his fist and slammed it into Andrew’s bulging nuts, punching them pretty hard, given his lack of muscle.

Andrew coughed, sounding winded.

Looking up to the hunk, he saw that the punch had obviously hurt. Andrew was leant over now, his left hand resting on his knee as he shamelessly rubbed his balls with his right. His face was scrunched up slightly, chest heaving a little as he looked down to Charlie. He was grinning still, though it was obviously tainted by pain.

“You a boxer or something?” He asked, voice croaking. “You should. That was fucking vicious.”

“Sorry,” Charlie laughed a little, blushing at the compliment.

“Don’t be, kinda hot that you know how to fight back but you don’t want to,” Andrew chuckled weakly, his voice still strained as he sat down. He still rubbed his balls, something also turning Charlie on for some reason; the lack of shame probably. “How d’you know how to punch like that though?”

“My nuts are basically my brother’s punching bag when he’s in a bad mood,” Charlie shrugged. “You pick it up.”

“Pretty optimistic outlook,” Andrew frowned a little, and Charlie didn’t deny the claim. “You ready for the next round?”

Charlie nodded and Andrew reshuffled the cards. They both pulled one from the deck again, and Charlie felt his blood rush to his face when he saw that his card was the two of clubs. Andrew would have to get pretty unlucky if he were to lose this round, and by the grin he was wearing, the chance of that happening was low. It both made Charlie nervous as hell, but also excited to see what the Adonis had in store when he saw the nine of spades shown to him.

“Truth or dare, Perv?” Andrew was unashamed as he leant forward.

“Dare,” Charlie asked, wanting to impressive Andrew with his answer.

“Turn around, get on your knees. I get to give you a wedgie,” Andrew leant a little further forward, smirking.

The cockiness in which he spoke sent a shiver down Charlie’s spine. He managed to turn a stupid teenage prank technique into something so hot that it was impossible to stay sane. The details of being told to kneel for Andrew, to knowingly put himself in danger of both pain and humiliation in public, all went straight down to Charlie’s cock. And Andrew was right, the tightness of his wet shorts didn’t hide his boner at all.

Not that it mattered, he had a task to do.

His legs shook slightly as he stood up and turned his back so that he was facing away from Andrew. He controlled his breath as he got on his knees, and he felt just as exposed as he had when he first took his shirt on. Anyone could look over and see him in his moment of submission, and he wouldn’t know who they were or what they were thinking.

That worry fell away the second it happened.

Andrew wasn’t gentle. He grabbed the waistband of his boxers and yanked them up high, lifting him slightly. The friction of the wet fabric being pulled up against his ass made him gasp, and he was pulled up by the force of the wedgie. His balls felt like they were being crushed as his boxers were pulled higher, and he felt himself getting red all over. Andrew kept pulling until his boxers were nearly at the top of his back, and the wedgie was hurting so much more than he thought it would have.

When Andrew was done, he stepped back and looked at Charlie with a smirk. The blonde hadn’t unpicked his wedgie immediately, nor had he moved from his kneeling position. Andrew quickly pulled out his phone and opened his camera.

“Smile, Perv,” He taunted slightly before he took the picture.

It was perfect. Charlie was blushing, on his knees with his boxers high in his ass. He looked ashamed, in pain and like he was loving everything. It was an expression that Andrew wanted to see on his new friend’s face constantly, and to have a picture of him looking like that was like gold.

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” Charlie protested, finally realising the wedgie was over. He stood up and tucked his boxers under his shorts again, still blushing.

Andrew was almost sure he didn’t actually unpick the wedgie though, just hid it. Hot.

“You want me to delete it? I can, but I thought you’d like knowing I have it with me all the time,” Andrew grinned, putting a hand on Charlie’s back. He slowly dragged it down until he was resting on his ass. He could only feel one layer of clothing; Charlie had kept the wedgie. “Thought it might turn you on, Perv.”

Charlie waited for a few seconds before replying with a blush. “You’re quite intuitive, Jailer.”

Andrew grinned, gave the ass in his hands a small squeeze – and getting a small squeak from the brit that went straight to his dick – and picked out the cards again. Charlie calmed down slightly, though was still red, and sat back on the sun lounger. Andrew did the same, legs spread wide again knowing that Charlie couldn’t help but glance at what he had going on down there. The expression he had worn when Andrew first hiked his trunks up to show off his balls had given Andrew one hell of an unneeded ego boost.

Trying to ignore the fact that, if he wanted to, Andrew could do anything with that picture or blackmail him with it, Charlie put his focus on the game. He also put a small amount of focus on the wedgie that was still grinding up his ass, hoping Andrew was perhaps pleased by the fact he hadn’t unpicked it.

The next round of cards ended with him losing again. The smugness and enjoyment on Andrew’s face was so clear that Charlie wanted to moan again.

“Truth,” He requested, and Andrew seemed to have either wanted that or expected it, as his question was instant.

“How big’s your dick?”

Charlie blushed at the bluntness. “I-I don’t know, never measured it.”

“Bullshit,” Andrew laughed, cocking up an eyebrow. “You wanna convince me you’ve never got bored and checked it out? The guy keeping his boxers up his ass ‘cause it feels good right now?”

Damn, Andrew could just look through him like glass. The inability to lie to him made him feel so much more exposed, and it drove him wild. The lack of being able to hide behind his words, with nothing to stop Andrew from calling bullshit on any of the truths he may lie about, it took away any protection he had. If Andrew wanted to, he could basically make Charlie do anything and confess anything he wanted.

Fuck did that make his cock hard.

“Five inches and a half,” He confessed quietly.

“Five inches!” Andrew repeated loudly. Charlie guessed it was revenge for lying.

“And a half,” He argued, slightly childishly.

“Not too bad. I mean, you’ve got the tiniest dick in the conversation, but I’m pretty hard to beat,” He winked at Charlie, patting his crotch, and the blonde’s cock lurched at the statement.

They continued playing the game for a little while, and every time Charlie started to get even slightly comfortable Andrew managed to win and gave him a particularly embarrassing dare or exposing truth. The blonde brit was constantly on edge though the game – contrasting with the calm front that Andrew was showing – and Charlie loved every damn second of it. It was exhilarating to be so powerless in a situation, and having Andrew be the one in control only made it hotter.

A few rounds particularly stuck in his mind. Andrew had made Charlie bark like a dog at the top of his voice, then laughed as Charlie folded in on himself at the attention he had attracted. He had then made him confess to being a virgin, as well pouring the remains of a cocktail Andrew hadn’t finished drinking down the front of his boxers. The tightness of his boxer briefs meant that the ice cold slush was still there, pressed against his junk and making him squirm.

He had wanted to get revenge on Andrew for the last dare – his pubes were sticky as hell and his cock cold – but only managed to win once after, and Andrew had chosen truth. Despite his disappointment, the revelation that Andrew played rugby professionally in a low league team was good though. Very good.

Charlie had always liked playing rugby in PE. Sweaty guys on top of each other in the mud; hot. And the Adonis did that for a living. He would have to look on YouTube to see if there was any videos of him playing, because that would be sexy as hell.

“I know you said you control when I go back to my room,” Charlie said after a few more rounds. “But it’s getting pretty cold, so…”

“Yeah, I was thinking that too,” Andrew agreed, and Charlie was glad he wouldn’t force him to stay out if he didn’t want to. “You okay for one more round? You don’t have to, but I thought we could do a dramatic final round.”

“I guess one more won’t hurt,” Charlie smiled shyly, wondering what the dramatic final meant.

“Great,” Andrew grinned. “Pretty simple. Loser doesn’t get a choice; he has to do a dare and does it tomorrow. And the dare has to be bigger than anything we’ve done already. Sound good?”

“Sure,” Charlie nodded, and he immediately wanted to know what big dare that Andrew had in mind. “Why tomorrow, though?”

“What I’ve got planned, it needs to be tomorrow.”

That just made Charlie both more nervous and more excited for what would happen if he lost. Andrew had proven himself to have a devious mind, the ‘cocktail down the boxers’ dare was proof enough of that. And having to do something bigger than that – so probably more humiliating than that – was something that he wanted to go through. It was from a clear masochistic mindset, but Charlie had chosen to just accept this side of him that Andrew had awoken.

Nervously buzzing for by the concept of being at Andrew’s mercy again, they both pulled cards from the pile. Charlie got a six of clubs, an average card, but nothing compared to what Andrew got. A king. Fitting, the king dominating a doting subject.

“So, do I get to know what you’re gonna make me do?” Charlie asked, squirming. Slightly because of the cocktail, partly out of excited worry.

“Later. Wanna leave you in suspense for a while,” Andrew grinned, patting Charlie’s shoulder. “Besides, I should go to my room soon. Wanna look good for dinner.” He raised the gift card for the expensive on-board restaurant.

“Oh yeah,” Charlie nodded, having forgotten about that. “Hope you enjoy yourself.”

“You’re acting like you’re not coming with me,” Andrew spoke with a grin, crossing his arms as Charlie frowned. “You think I’m eating alone? It’s a ticket for two. And I wanted to tell you what I’ve got planned for you over dinner. You ain’t busy are ya?”

Charlie took a moment to reply. “No, I’m not. I’d like that.”

“Great. It’s a date then,” Andrew grinned, and Charlie blushed at that. It was a date. “I’ll be at your cabin at seven. What’s your room number?”

“W231.”

“Hey, one floor above me. Aren’t they the first-class cabins?” At Andrew’s question, Charlie blushed and nodded. “Rich boy huh. You know that, now I know that, I’m gonna treat you like a spoiled brat that needs to be brought down to earth.”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

After Charlie spoke, Andrew laughed and grinned. He stood up; shirt slung over his shoulder. Charlie did the same, deciding not to put on his now dry shirt. “See you later, Perv.”

Charlie went to speak, but Andrew leant down and pressed his lips against his own in a short kiss. It sent electricity through Charlie’s veins in a similar way the humiliation had. Before Charlie could properly process what had happened, Andrew was walking towards the interior of the boar and, Charlie assumed, to his cabin.

Charlie didn’t follow him.

There he stood. Blushing madly, cocktail slush still in his boxers, wedgie remaining half in his ass and a date with an Adonis planned for the night. One thing was certain.

This was the best vacation he’d been on, and it had barely started!

[To Be Continued]

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Awesome story so far. Really enjoying it.