Back in the late 70s, when I was a young naval officer serving on my first trip, we were doing a six month deployment in the western pacific. One of the traditions of the sea is crossing the line, when the ship crosses the equator and moves from north to south or vice versa. Most ships hold a ceremony where those that have crossed before, called shellbacks, initiate those who are crossing for the first time, called pollywogs, into the mysteries of the seven seas. This usually involves some typical harassment, being forced to wear funny clothes, crawling through stinky garbage, being sprayed with cold water, having to appear before different judges and having to pay fines. Shellbacks almost always carry shillelagh's, cut up fire hoses used to spank pollywogs. This could sometimes get out of control on Navy ships as shellbacks would sometimes capture wogs during the night and make them special cases, harassing them for hours before the festivities would officially begin at dawn.
As a junior officer, the Captain assigned some of us to take turns patrolling the ship that night to keep things from getting out of hand. Unfortunately for me, things did not work out so well. A band of shellbacks dressed as pirates from deck division grabbed me as I passed by the aft bosun locker. Despite my protests that I was on official business, they stripped me, and tied me up after taking turns smacking my ass with their shillelagh's. My hands were tied together to a tie down on the deck. My feet were tied together to another deck tie down. I was stretched out laying on my side, on top of some rags. Shortly, thereafter they pulled another guy in, a large sailor from guns division. They also stripped him down, his dick looked to be about eight inches. After taking turns smacking his ass they tied his hands and feet to the same tie down that mine were, so we were laying against each other his front to my back.
I lay there feeling very uncomfortable and praying for morning. There was no air conditioning in the space and with his body next to mine we were both sweating. With the motion of the ship and the sweat providing some lubrication, I began to feel his cock start to harden. I became very concerned now and tried to move away but I was too stretched out to move far. The shellbacks left to look for more wogs and we were alone. Once we were alone, his cock grew even more, and he started thrusting against me. I told him to stop, but he just said my ass felt good. His dick was pushing against my rosebud trying to penetrate me but I was able to hold him off. Suddenly his cock swelled and I could feel his hot load flooding my rosebud and filling my crack. I was shocked and could not believe how violated I felt, but also how exciting it felt.
