bowtiedboi: prepboysunlimited-blog: The stag party had begun like any other. The group of ram
bowtiedboi: prepboysunlimited-blog: The stag party had begun like any other. The group of rambunctious young men had arrived to the boat to celebrate Tony’s upcoming nuptials. They figured a long weekend trip on a boat, chugging beer after beer, would be the perfect way to loosen up. And the slightly strange man steering the boat, the ‘Captain’ in his sharp white shirt, trousers and bow tie, seemed like a chilled enough guy to not care.The Captain’s nose wrinkled at the state of the young men. Wearing sports jerseys, wrinkled shorts and scruffy flip flops, the Captain could not help but sigh at how this ‘millennial’ generation presented themselves. In his day, men took pride in how they looked. Men wore suits and ties, shaved daily, and served their superiors. It was 3am when he concocted his plan. The boys had drifted off to the cabins one by one in their drunken stupor. The deck was a mess. Empty beer cans littered the floor. The Captain turned on the sound system, filtering it to where the stag and his gang were knocked out from the booze, and played the hypnotic beats. With the slow relaxing rocking of the boat, for the next few hours the trance seeped into their brains.Next morning, and Tony bleary-eyed said: ‘Hey guys, reckon we should clear up after last night?’ Agreed hungover murmurs came from the rest, as within a couple hours they worked almost silently picking up their discarded trash. They swept and mopped. When all was done, Tony came to the Captain’s office. 'Captain, Sir? Can we do anything else to help?’Impressed, the Captain set them to work. And they were only too eager. Polishing the brass, as well as varnishing and waxing. All silent, all at work. Sweaty after a long day, the boys went to bed early. The Captain had spied the rest of the beers in the kitchen, and they had not been touched all day. That was simple enough to fix. Next morning came, and the men filed in marching one by one onto the deck. All of their hands behind their backs, chest out and shoulders back.The Captain appeared. 'The sea is a serious business. It requires order, discipline and obedience. If you want to be a good crew you must learn order, discipline and obedience.’ 'Yes Captain, Sir!’ the men chimed as one, saluting. 'To do that you must first dispose of any informal clothing. You will find alternative clothing in your closets. Dispose of any distractions. You must focus on order, discipline and obedience. Do this now.’'Yes Captain, Sir!’ the men stripped off completely, their scruffy clothes disappearing overboard. They marched naked back to their rooms. And within a few moments, they marched back out wearing shirts, formal shorts, bow ties, and jackets. No beer, no electronics, no memories of their previous lives. All forgotten to focus on order, discipline and obedience.The Captain’s day begun like any other. His bowtied crew of young handsome men readied the boat for leaving its mooring, each one working silently on their respective jobs. Occasionally the Captain would invite guests on his ship, proving how ordered, disciplined and obedient his boys were. Not only did they quickly learn how to be a crew, but to provide certain pleasures. And they would do it all with a 'Yes Captain, Sir!’ -- source link