sometimes you gotta lose the battle to win the war.

Jamie, still in shock, reluctantly left the reception area to go back to his room. He had never felt so defeated, let alone in such a **** position. At this point he felt like he didn’t have any other choice but to try and play along for now or face the worst-case scenario - the ‘discipline’ part.

On his way back to his room, Jamie couldn’t help but notice the judging glares and dirty looks he was getting from other passengers as he passed them still in his towel.

It made him feel even more exposed and **** than he already did. He couldn’t understand how this was happening to him. He wasn’t a submissive. He wasn’t into BDSM. He was just a young, straight guy who wanted a nice, relaxing summer cruise but instead he was stuck in this hellscape.

As Jamie walked back to his cabin, he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. His mind was racing with confusion and anger. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. He felt exposed and **** and an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

Meanwhile, the wildly gay and proud Jamie Miller who was supposed to be enjoying this sexy deviant cruise full of hot nearly naked men was on the other boat, sipping margaritas and exploring the different corners of the very straight and mundane ship. He had to admit the cruise seemed a lot less gay than he expected, there were people of all genders walking around and he was yet to spot any bdsm action taking place, yet despite the lack of gayness surrounding him, he still loved the energy of the ship and the freedom it gave him to be himself and enjoy his time off.

He felt alive and free, and he didn't have a single care in the world.