Men of Mykonos

Panos looked around at him and grinned. “Not until just now. You want a private sail? 50 euros for the boat and 100 euros for me.”

Kenton understood exactly what services Panos was quoting prices for. He felt his hand go to his wallet. He certainly had more than enough money, but he had no intention of availing himself of the services.

Panos came over to the side of the boat and reached a hand out. He still was grinning. “Let me help you aboard,” he said.

Kenton hesitated.

The smile faded a bit and Panos’ voice took on an edge of steel. “Come on board. I will take good care of you.”

Kenton meekly took Panos’ hand and stepped over the gunwale.

“Check out below and I will prepare to cast off,” Panos said, as he gestured to the cabin door leading down into the boat and moved toward the bow. “Strip down and have your legs open for me when I’m at sea and come down into the cabin.”

Kenton took in his breath when he had descended into the cabin. He found there a black leather sling that Panos no doubt would tell others was a hammock, but that Kenton, seeing the restraints attached to the four chains, knew would have another purpose. There was no explaining away the riding crop and extra-thick dildo that were laying on a nearby tabletop.