The rest of the day proved both interesting and entertaining. After I cast off the lines, the two boys came above deck, both in board shorts, to help me get underway. The beach boy obviously had some experience with boats, so the three of us worked in near silence. I enjoyed watching my Angel as he watched the new boy. I could almost hear his thoughts as various expressions crossed his face.
Would this boy prove to be an ally? Would he be a liability? Someone to be jealous of? Someone needing to be taken care of? He took frequent glances at the boy, but stopped after he realized I had caught him at it, blushing slightly as he averted his eyes.
We headed out to open sea. After adjusting our course and contacting the Coast Guard I was able to relax and enjoy the ride. Angel, always anticipating my desires, emerged from the cabin with a fresh drink for me as I sat back on one of the benches. He also placed our food on the table before me as he knelt down beside me and I declared, "Always such a good boy, aren't you, Angel?"
He smiled shyly, not meeting my eyes, quietly responding, "Thank you, Daddy."
The boy was lingering a few feet away, not sure what to do with himself. I look at him sternly, making him all the more uncomfortable. He was unable to maintain eye contact, and shifted nervously from foot to foot. I continued to stare him down, stopping only to rake my gaze over his willowy skater-boy frame yet again.
He really was quite attractive. Despite the shaggy blonde hair on his head, the rest of his body was nearly hairless, aside from a pale treasure-trail leading southward from his navel into his waistband. He was thin, with very slight muscle development in his arms and shoulders, but no pecks to speak of and a smooth, flat stomach. Last I noticed his large hands and feet, which brought to mind the memory of his long, thin dick, now hidden away from view.
He cleared his throat, clearing my mind as well. I returned my gaze to his face and questioned, "Yes, what is it, boy?"
"Umm, I'm not sure what to call you," he paused before hastily adding, "Sir."
"Call me Daddy. Angel you will address as Sir," Angel perked up at this, glancing at me quickly before again bowing his head. I continued, "Welcome to the family, Willow." I had been debating over what to call this boy, and the name came out naturally.
I motioned for him to come closer, and surprised him by pulling him down onto my lap. "Here's how this is going to work. You take care of me, and I will take care of you. You will help Angel keep the house clean, cook for me, go where I tell you to go, do what I tell you to do. In return you will never want for anything. You will have a place to stay, food to eat, new clothes to wear, trips around the world.
"But make no mistake, if you are disrespectful, disloyal or displease me in any way, you will be punished. The severity will of course depend on the offense and my mood for the day. Angel will be your big brother, guiding you and likely enjoying his power over you," I paused to look at Angel, whose expression only confirmed my hunch. "If you can accept these terms, Willow, then I say again, welcome to the family."
He was still avoiding my gaze, clearly thinking things over. I turned his chin, forcing him to face me, and gave him a brief kiss. "Make no mistake, I will use you well. But if you are a good boy, you will enjoy it."
"Umm, OK. I guess that sounds good," he mumbled, clearly not sure what to say.
"Thank you, Daddy," I prompted him.
He blushed and look down before repeating his line.
"Good," I said. "Come, both of you, sit and eat."
They did as I requested and we enjoyed a nice meal. I dominated the conversation, detailing to Willow what was expected of him. I explained that Angel was required to spend one to two hours in the gym each day to maintain his weight and muscle mass. Willow I would expect to spend an hour each day, but to maintain his slim appearance and not put on additional weight.
I enjoyed looking at the juxtaposition between the two men. Willow was tall and lanky, Angel shorter and bulky. Willow pale and blonde, Angel's Puerto Rican blood gave him darker hair and skin. I intended to keep the two as separate entities... although the idea of them competing was also compelling... something to keep in mind for the future.
We sailed out for close to an hour before coming up on another smaller island. We anchored in the shallow bay and swam in to the beach. I had no plans in mind for this afternoon, and our trip to the little island was just a way to kill time.
Angel flopped down on the sand to soak up some of the sun's rays. I took Willow by the hand and lead him back into the water. I walked out until we were about waist deep before pulling his body against mine. I kissed him deeply, taking possession of his mouth. My hand on the back of his head kept him locked to me, while he wrapped a leg around my waist, forcing our crotches together.