A guy winked me on GMM mid last year so naturally I opened his profile and began to read it.

It was an interesting one though a lot of the details were missing, but it left a lot to the imagination. I replied his wink with a "thanks..." still unsure about his pleasures but the fact he was a TOP and bragged 8-9", I was hoping it might lead to something.

He continued to view my profile for over a month, but with now contact. So I winked him. ...No response.

Another few TOPS viewed the profile (as they do) and wasn't till November that the guy decided to message me. The message simply read "Wanna join a fishing club?" I thought, WTF! But obviously it had a meaning so I replied "Sure! Love fishing. Looking for some bait?"

Over a week later, he replied saying "Actually yes. A group of us are hiring a Houseboat and we're looking for a deck boy to join us!" To cut to the quick, I accepted and agreed to my share of the costs and arranged to meet them at Brooklyn.

A quick orientation had us underway and after having loaded food etc and copious amounts of grog. We headed back south toward Cowan where it was supposedly quiet.

Once we cleared the busier waterways, guys began to strip down. I thought hrm, this is good. Very little intros and straight into it. So I began to join them but only to be told na-ugh, you keep your kit on!

I thought that was kind of odd... then what are we here for? Is this really a fishing weekend? Do they not trust me to join them?

Then I was taken downstairs and spoken with by the guy who arranged the weekend. He said that all 5 others were TOPS and that I was the only bottom. As it turned out, most were VERS but wanted to be TOPS for the occasion. He continued to explain my role and asked about boundaries. He also said they have something they wanted me to wear when it came time.

About an hour later, we'd arrived the moring that we were headed for. We tied up and the grog was unleashed. Guys sat and wondered around nakedly, some beginning to get a fat. One even took straight to the fishing!

The leader said, "Now, I need you to change into this and come see me about what we want you to do" It was a complete maid's outfit; stocking/suspenders, short frill apron skirt so I was guessing I was the waitress!!!

I changed, went back up and a tray had been organised from which I would serve drinks.

The outfit actually felt comfortable and judging by the number of erections around me, it must have looked OK too!

I served drinks for quite a while while receiving slaps and pinches on the arse when I was given a butt plug and told "You know what to do with that..." "And when you do, we want to see a lot of bend-overs and you, on your knees as much as we can stand it" By this time, all 5 were 'up', like coat hooks. Pointing straight to the ceiling of the craft. It was a little strange as no one was touching each other. Was I there just to be watched, so these guys can see each other get a fat?

Another hour had past and I was very moist having had the plug in me all that time when one guy said "It must be party time" The were all quite 'spirited' and I'd not had even one drink. My cock had risen, dropped; risen, dropped... like, not knowing if there's going to be any action until one guy went downstairs and called me. I followed him and I was followed by the others in turn. There was a series of ropes hanging on 2 posts in the walkway... it was obvious what was going to happen next. I was grabbed, legs thrown open and each tied to the posts. I was then bent down and tilted forward where I became totally suspended and supported only by the ropes on my legs, shoulders and arms. Yep, it was party time!

Still in the outfit, my butt was poised up and the plug was forcefully removed. Then one guy said "Nurse, funnel please"

To be continued: vote high to hear all that went down... literally.