Chapter 1. Hello
“Where?” a woman with dark hair turned around. She looked like she was in her middle-twenties, but actually she was much older. She was dressed rich and stylish. Aletta Dora was an owner of a hotel, that had an enviable reputation and a name, pretending to originality, “Astory”.
A man, her attendant, tall and fragile, in black, and that’s why looking even more thinner, nodded down. Aletta and the man were standing on the upper deck and looking down at those who were sunbathing. Oceanic liner “Dream” was floating on the azure silk surface, that was sparkling under the sun. A cruise with the same name gathered a motley crowd on the broadside of the snowy-white beauty. The cherry on that cake was a pseudo-incognito rich company of sadists, who have their vacation. Instead of taking a thematic cruise, they decided to go hunting on free slaves, who hadn’t yet known they were slaves.
The pair from a middle class of Firokami, — diamond city-state, — which was considered too violent for the rest of the world, but too affluent to set up any boycott. Once upon a time, hundreds of years ago northern City invites all, who was tired of the regimen of the world, all outsiders, and those who considered themselves like that, including mutants, any anomaly which were supposed to be mythical. And then, separated from a country he’d – he, because the City was alive, — belonged to. Of course, they didn’t want to let go a city, rich with resources in a friendly way, but they weren’t able to keep him in a hostile way. A few decades this rational City was getting ready to the war, supporting the science. As a result, he got unapproachable for a war: force fields, warriors-mutants, vampires, psychotropic weapon. Everything that the rest of the world just had been watching in fantastic movies grew up in front of the contradictor’s army. A mayor, Alex Alex, took no compromises. After the victory, there was no one to order to Firokami. He, himself didn’t attack anyone and wasn’t going to, just grew up, reclaimed his lands, became self-sustained and self-supporting. The science strode forward. The Main Law of the City was “to work towards his prosperity.” It was really easy to become a Firokamian «just come to the City and start working towards his good.” It was the freest immigration politics in the world. But it also was the most expensive City. Not every billionaire had enough money to have a high level of life in the City. Firokami’s currency, ingots, was supported by the golden-diamond and the resourcing fond. There was no external debt. Firokami wasn’t the city of equality — the law of the jungle, that was the favourite thing to whine about for those jackals of capitalism of the world, worked ruthlessly here, as it supposed to be in a jungle. Cloyed money-pockets had the newly-arrived and the less lucky citizens in sexual slavery. The City was divided into masters, slaves and Coryphaeuses. Coryphaeuses were beloved ones of the fortune, who carried City on their shoulders openly, all their property and capitals belonged to the City, but they also had all Firokami’s support. Slaves were ultroneous and captured. There was justice – for guarding the order, but usually, it took masters’ side, unless some stronger master would stand for a slave.
Coryphaeuses were the last justice, that’s why every one of them had a call-line, where anyone may make a call, who was offended and asked for help, and every Coryphaeus was obliged to look through those grievances and take decisions on them. It all considered as City’s weal. Coryphaeuses didn’t pay attention to the middle class unless there was a clash of interests.
Aletta narrowed her muddy-grey eyes, which she took as green, looking at a bright crowd down.
“Oh…” she sighed voluptuously and grasped a rail. “I see.”
She turned around and pulled a leash to herself. There was a beast of unique beauty. Tawny sculpture body attracted the eyes wherever it was. He was tall, noble handsome and beastly magnetic. Blue eyes befringe with long, thick eyelashes, always look indifferent. On the right shoulder of the slave, there was a mark, carved letters, A and D. Black hair reached the middle of his back and gave a certain feeling of the primaeval passion. The slave was totally naked, not counting leather sandals, slavish straps, wrapping his body and rungs in his nipples and penis. The slave looked like a predatory animal or a pagan god.
It was allowed for Firokamians to take slaves out of Firokami naked; it didn’t count as a violation of order or morality. The world showed respect to the regimen of the City, whom it was profitable to have deals with, so no one cares at all, as usual, about oppressed people in other countries. Firokami had claimed until religious countries could beat their women with stones, as hundreds of years ago, wrap them into bags, there was no right to outrage the way, Firokami treated his slaves. Eventually, Firokami didn’t keep anyone against their will, and all discontented citizen may have run away, applied for asylum. The City spread his laws only inside of him. But slaves understood the hypocrisy of the rest world soon enough; there was nobody who needs them, there was nowhere to tun to. And the life itself beyond wild Firokami was way too much dwarfier, more pathetic and worse. That’s why, to the City run more often, than out of him.
“Al, suck…” Aletta exhaled, spread her legs and turned away again to the lower deck, giving to slave some space between the rails.
The slave got on his knees in front of the mistress, carefully ran his hand over her hips, and skillfully touched with his tongue Aletta’s lower lips. She felt dizzy; the slave knew how to dip into pleasure since the first movements. How else could it be, the slave had thirty years of experience, that had begun since he was eight.
Aletta’s fellow predatory watched somebody down. He lit a cigarette and went somewhere.
“Where are you going, Stine?” she asked huskily.
“I also want to have a suck, but I need to do something for that, not just look, don’t I?” said the man sarcastically and started going down to the lower deck.
“That’s it, the fun begins this evening… Oh…” Aletta surrendered to the slave’s petting. Now it was time to throw herself into fantasies, without any control. Stine was a very experienced master.
The ocean and sun were so alive; it always seemed they were saying something. The lower deck was closer to the ocean, and Ad listen very carefully, trying not to miss a single word, but sun and water though were speaking about him, kept silence as soon as he tried to catch a word. The boy couldn’t read because of it and was getting annoyed. He was turning in his deck-chair, whether trying to look beyond the deck of the liner and staring with his dark-cherry eyes somewhere far away or turning away from the ocean and sun, which were everywhere, without paying attention to that wet summer whisper.
“Is it uncomfortable in the deck-chair?” said a man mockingly, approaching.
“Not worse than for you, wearing black when it’s such heat,” groused Ad, looking up sharply on the man.
Stine quirked his eyebrow, smirked and sat on the chair’s edge.
“Well, yeah, now it’s more comfortable,” grumbled Ad and sat with long chiselled legs tucked under him.
The ocean and sun started yelling something very loudly. Ad straightened up sharply.
“Looking for anybody?”
Ad wanted to answer, changed his mind, looked at the man a few seconds.
“What do you want?” he asked as if had noticed him a moment ago.
“Nothing,” said the man as indifferently as possible. “Aren’t you afraid of talking to strangers this way? You never know who they are.”
“For example? Clowns?” said the handsome boy acidly.
Stine at this unconquered embodiment of sexuality, imagining, how greedy these lips would take air under the hits of the lash, how these eyes would flame with lust and how tenderly shy would close them the heavy eyelashes. The man chuckled.
“Come tonight to the fourth table. You’ll like it.” Stine threw the cigarette to an impudent boy’s glass which was near.
The first intention of Ad was to splash the content of the glass out behind the man, but he interrupted this, screwed his face into a smile, watched the man went, pleasantly stretching his body, covered with just tiny panties. Ad opened his fairy-tales, now reading satisfied, without listening to the gossip the ocean and sun.
Aletta sat at a table on the upper deck, a tender wind refreshed hot, after an orgasm, face. It was impossible to see the slave, whom they noted yesterday from that point, and now all masters watched the handsome thoroughbred man, still playing and enjoying the foretaste. Aletta lazily gazed from side to side, looking for Stine. The man lifted, nodded to her, but passed by. His sexual tension was stronger than the desire of gossip, so Stine decided to go at his place, to take the strain off. He didn’t take any slave with him from those who were taken by his friends, anyway, no one was able to satisfy his desire which the stranger caused. And he went to the cruise alone, considering it’s weird to go hunting with prey.
«What’s happened there? Go, find out — what. Or rather — when. Go, go!» Aletta slapped the slave’s face, looking at Stine and unclasping the leash from the collar. The slave, who was sitting at his mistress’s legs, got up and headed after the master.
He overtook Stine at his door.
«Master Stine,» Al called the man. «Mistress Aletta wants to know what has happened and when.»
«What when?» Stine brought his eyebrows closely. He looked thoughtfully at the slave, nodded, «come in.»
Al came in obediently. Of course, he’d get punished. Anyway, he would have been punished, if he’d refused and hurried up to the mistress, and he would be punished because he didn’t hurry to the mistress.
Aletta was knocking the table with her long nails impatiently. Where was he hanging out? Wasn’t he able to catch up Stine? It’d been a while already. The woman indifferently decided to wait for Al, making up what she could do with the slave for being insolent and slow.
He would come to dinner anyway.
Ad passed by her, lifting to the upper deck and setting up a towel and some other stuff. Aletta reached her leg out, making a barrier on his way. Ad kicked the barrier, swore, slit her with eyes and grumbled “sorry”.
Aletta smiled at him with her most dazzling smile, beautifully languidly leaned an elbow on the back of a chair not looking at him on purpose.
«Sit down, I’ll buy you a coffee,» she offered carelessly, sharply looked at the boy, but he wasn’t there anymore. Aletta blushed of humiliation. Cocky slave! She imagined, how he would beg for mercy. She hated people, who were like that slave. She was waiting, till he would fall victim of Stine’s charm, and he would bring him on their joy. Then she would be able to give to him, for all those petulancies, that treating, which such whores deserve. They, usually, were lovers of the coryphaeuses, greedy prostitutes, who had nothing except their beauty. This one came to the cruise, surely, to meet someone like Alsheh Mareh, coryphaeus of Firokami, an artist. Well, he’d be surprised.
Stine was frigging Al consciously violent, hurting the sphincter, not considering him an equal man, or, maybe, he really didn’t know, how painful it was. Masters, usually, took cares of their asses.
“Like it, slut?” Stine was breathing right into Al’s ear.
“Yes, master,” the beast habitually answered.
Stine cummed on Al’s butt. Slid down on the bed, calming the breath down. The slave was lying motionless, keeping his hips up, waiting for an order. The man recovered his breath, reached out a leash and clasped it to the collar. Al still had an erection, irritated prostate caused physical tensing, but who would wait until he’d cum, it was supposed unneeded, to wait for a slave to get pleasure.
“May I cum, master?” asked Al.
“Open your mouth and cum,” Stine dropped the slave on the floor and began to piss on his face and into the mouth.
The slave was trying to finish it all faster; the hand moved quickly, master’s acting was bothering, as always. Piss was hitting the face with a sharp stream, was getting into the mouth and eyes, was tickling the skin with little flows. Finally, Stine finished and started getting dress, looking at Al. It was enough time for Al to cum.
“Take it off the floor,” ordered Stine quietly.
Al leaned forward began licking the piss off the floor. Stine watched the ritzy humiliation of the slave. He nodded and pulled the leash, taking All to the deck. People looked at the handsome slave with interest, sometimes hiding embarrassed smiles.
Aletta, seeing Stine and Al, sneered. She liked what she saw. Here it is — the difference between a slave and a master. You might have been bigger, but will-power plays a much more significant role. When the pair got closer, Aletta screwed her face.
“Well, where’ve you been?”
Stine put the leash down, hung upon the rails, litting the cigarette and looking down as if he had nothing to do with the delay of the slave.
“I’m sorry, mistress. I was helping the master to drop his tension down.”
“I’ll punish you for the delay. Have you delayed on purpose? Do you love getting punishments? No doubt, you were asking the master to use you? You want nothing but fuck! You are even too lazy to bring a glass of water!” she turned against Al. She felt much better now, her recently disgrace was being thoroughly erased from the memory. Someone was in a more humiliation position than she’d happened to be.
“Mistress, I always hurry to you, but I can’t reject the master, as I am a slave.” Assured Al colourlessly.
There was a sweet cramp on the back of the woman because of the soft voice of the humiliated god.
“Lie down, face to the stairs!” Aletta ordered.
Al obediently lied on his side. The woman sat on a chair and took a leash from the table.
“Stronk, slut, I know you like it,” she hissed.
The slave started applying the arm to the penis. Aletta was ordering:
“Faster, fondle your testicles, slut, stronger! Pull them off!.. Harder!…” the mistress began to push chainrings of the leash into the irritated ass of Al.
The slave was painfully crinkling; Aletta’s movements caused sufferings. The beast was breathing woundedly and noisily.
«Please, mistress, it hurts…» asked Al.
Aletta grinned.
«You think, I don’t know? Don’t distract, stronk.»
«Where’s the boy?» asked Stine, being incapable to see him downstairs.
«Left.» Aletta prosily responded, beginning to pull out the leash and then again in. «Have you set up about something?»
«He’ll come to dinner at my table.»
«You are just adorable!» Aletta burst into laugh coquettish.
Al was trying to come as soon as possible. It was impossible to catch the trick, talks, questions, compellations to him, the activities of masters always distracted. While they were talking, Al, despite the pain, was trying to imagine the favourite fantasy. He dropped the supple young body of a lover on the grass beside a house, and they laughed to each other. Behind their backs, a sea was whispering something. Expectancy of sex extinguished pain, and the sex would be amazing, and no one would bother. He picked the lover’s legs to the shoulders and touched a tight sphincter with his flesh… Al squeezed his penis harder, outgushing, as usual, in his palm. Aletta pulled the leash out of the slave’s ass. The beast ruefully moaned.
«Will you look at water?» Aletta asked tiredly satisfied.
«Yes, mistress,» sighed out Al, squeezing his muscles.
Aletta took his down, fastened to the board.
«I’ll get back for you before dinner.»
«Yes, mistress.»
The woman enjoyed the envious glances of other women on the deck, ran her hand over Al’s shoulder and went away.
Al looked around, but there was no chair on the deck. He may have leaned on the board or sit on the deck, but then he wouldn’t see water, and Aletta could have noticed it and decide, he was boring and then she would make up some fun for him. The guts were sores, nervously twitching inside. The slave was painfully squeezing the muscles, wincing. He may have not pretending he is pleasured; now, there was no one to see his face.
Al got into the slavery of Dora many years ago. Before that he’d been living in a church orphanage. Firokami was a multi-confessional city. No religion was higher or more expanded than others. Never the less, there were representors of confession, and they were doing their usual disgusting things. Since then he hadn’t known another life, only read about it or seen from the outside. One day, he would live another way, but he didn’t know how to make it real. He wasn’t allowed to go alone, and they were afraid, such precious slave would be stolen. Maybe, he would have left, maybe, he would have been able to break free and run away, but how far would he run, naked, not knowing where to run? Maybe, he would have stayed alive in the forest alone, with no one near, but how would he get there?.. Since he was eight, he’d been inculcated, that he was a slave, a toy for his masters, that he’d been born for this. He’d been fed, watered, dressed as necessary. He was afraid of the freedom that he didn’t know. What could he earn with? He saw slaves made money with exactly being slaves. He cooked good, knew herbs and tea, perfectly danced, knew how to housekeep, but he needed to find a house somewhere, to keep. All, that this unknown freedom suggested, frightened him more, than abuse of Dora and her friends.
Al heard an admired moan behind his back, sighed out annoyingly. Surely, it was yet another mistress who interrupted hidden dreams about his own home, sea, green grass and a pleasant lover. Al turned around rapidly so that the mistress wouldn’t take it as disdain toward her attention. There was a slave in front of him. Expensive, greedy, with hungry perverse cherry eyes. One of the lovers of the Firokami’s elite. Al smiled with relief, nodded friendly. He wasn’t afraid of slaves. The boy tweaked his shoulder and head rapaciously, thoroughbredly shifted on feet, slightly opened his lips and breathed out. Came closer.
“Hello,” this beauty dead-smoothly murmured.
“Hello,” responded Al.
The boy sneaked as a snake under the leash towards the board.
“Does it hurt somewhere?” softly, cautiously asked the boy. Al had never met before such open admiration from those ruthless expensive slaves. Such boys admired jewellery and ingots. Al confused. The boy ran his hand over the dried piss on Al’s cheek. The beast winced, it felt awkward for how he looked for the first time over the long years. A primaeval look of the weak origin was waking the dangerous emotions up.
“It doesn’t…” Al shook his head, staring at the boy. The fragile, perfect beauty was staring at Al in reply, admirably caressing his whole body with the dizzying eyes. They stopped on the beast’s penis, looking at the proud organ, primevally beautiful and strong even in a state of rest. Under the cherry sight the flesh of Al, as it felt the attention, plumped up. The penis got hard. Al felt embarrassed; the feeling was almost unknown, forgotten. The beast shifted on his feet. The boy lifted his eyes to Al, smiled glary. It smelled softly with something fresh, hot and sweet, nuts and blossom. The boy stepped closer; he only had tiny panties, that were totally opening his butt and hips. The beauty took a step on the border stone, let Al’s penis between his legs. The boy was breast high comparing to Al, and at that moment he reached his lips. Al caught him, nestled to himself, exhaled:
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to have a fuck…” grunted the boy dizzyingly, inhaling the smell of sweat and another’s excrements.
“Here?” Al surprised. It had never occurred to him to be shy before.
“Of course, not! Let’s go to my place!” said the boy acidly, tugging the leash of Al.
The supple body of the boy was so real, so desirable. Al nestled his tighter, leaned forward and kissed him. The beauty answered to the kiss devotedly. His palms slid on the shoulders and back of the boy.
«I am a slave,» he hardly pulled away from the lips of the boy, as it was the last reason of sense.
«I kinda see,» grinned the boy, nestling to Al.
He raised one leg to the beast’s hip; the slave helped to raise the other. The boy was trying to move away from the bikini string, so it would be more comfortable for Al to enter. The god ripped it off, tearing the thin cloth. The boy sighed sweet, shuffled his cod on Al’s penis. The beast directed the penis into a boy’s ass, and he heatedly groaned because of that movement. The beast penetrated impatiently; the ass was clean, tight as if it was virgin, very strong. The muscles hugged the owner’s penis at once. Al moaned, began moving, firmly holding the boy’s back and the butt, stirring him around. Now the only thing that Al was capable to think about was how not to cum immediately, how to stay there as long as possible. The boy was ambrosial bothering, dancing on the man, wavily squeezing his penis inside, kissing the neck and the shoulders, licking off Al’s face all marks of humiliation. Al was crumpling the boy’s skin, enjoying every second. “Well, please, a little more,” he was begging. “A little more”, the beast annoyingly moaned, squeezed himself, trying to hold on, and streamed out. The boy groaned something slavish and sweet. Al imbibed the smell of the beauty’s dark hair, moved again. The boy sonorously gasped, silently but alike sonorously started to scream because of Al’s movements, trying to get himself up and free, submissively skewering down. With yet another move in the post-orgasm spasm, which Al hadn’t noticed, the boy clawed at the beast’s shoulder. Al shrugged and streamed out again. He was holding the boy very firmly, and it was so unwished to let this jewel go, but he had nothing. He had no home where he could bring the jewel to. For the first time, burning desire of freedom overcame him. He was ready to tear up the chain right away and ran with him. But where? To the ocean? Al let the boy take off.
«What is your name?» an instinct of a wild animal pushed him to turn around. A friend of Aletta, Melinda was heading towards him. «Go away,» said the beast harshly. «And never close to me again.»
Al turned the boy and pushed him off, covering him, so that the sadist woman wouldn’t see him. The boy made a couple of steps, his eyes blazed, and quickly, nimbly lost himself in a crowd. Al inhaled bitterly. He wouldn’t remember the name he hadn’t gotten to know. But he can’t let them see him; they’d definitely want him. So they won’t capture him.
Malinda came closer, ran her hand over Al’s butt. The man didn’t turn around right away, as he needed to cope with the storm of different feelings, and sighed, getting back to reality. The woman took the leash and led him up to the canteen.
“It’s going to be a funny evening tonight. If you are well-behaved, you’ll also get something,” she promised and, losing control as many other ones nearby him, squeezed breasts and lift them to him. The slave bent and kissed the skin that mawky smelled with toilet powder. Melinda smiled.
“Well-done.”
Al cast a glance at the crowd, but, of course, didn’t see the boy.
At the table Aletta sat Al down, spread her legs, ordering to fuss her. The company was watching the table, where was sitting Stine with two men. Everyone was waiting for, whether the prey would come or dart off.
Ad showed up in the restaurant, seeking for nobody and not looking around, and went straight to the fourth table. The company could see, how a vicious smile was appearing on his face as he was coming closer to the man. Men in the hall felt erection, women — anger. Aletta squeezed Al’s head with her legs, closing his ears.
Ad was walking, holding hands in a prayerful gesture, and keeping his head down.
“Oh my god!.. we’ll draw cuts, no “I’ve seen him first”!” groaned one man.
Stine fleered, leaned on a chair’s back. Ad approached.
“Hello,” he smiled, making everyone dizzy.
“Hello,” Stine patted his knee, suggesting the boy to sit down.
“I’m just for a short visit. Today, when you’ve come, you’ve forgotten your crap, so I’ve brought this for you!” finished Ad, hissing and splashed on Stine the cocktail with the cigarette stub. The men jumped, angrily swearing and intending to catch the boy. Ad clewed his sharp predatory nails into the arm that’d caught him.
“I’ll tear out your vein,” promised the boy, looking at sadists. “You shouldn’t have grabbed me; you should have hit from a distance. For example, to throw down me with balls.”
From under Ad’s nails was flowing blood. He unclenched his palm abruptly, up it, as if he was saying “goodbye”, and went to his table.
“Bastard!” Aletta hissed, painfully pulling Al’s hair, dropped his head off her. “I won’t cum anyway.”
The woman threw a plate on the floor; the food fractionary fell out.
“Eat!”
Al was eating with no interest what was the thing, that made the mistress angry. He was trying to eat faster, while they were busy with themselves. Melinda put her foot forward, began steering on Al’s food with her toecap of a scarlet shoe.
“Don’t be so mad. Well, Stine’s gonna fuck him tonight and brings him tomorrow. He will come and get the apologies tonight.”
The women giggled.
“It’s even more interesting,” shredded her shoulders Melinda.
Stine went to the toilet and came back almost with no marks of an incident. He was glancing haughtily and dangerously towards Ad, but the boy was sitting too far, half-turned and paid attention neither to Stine nor his outraged support team. Amir, the owner of a net of the supermarkets, was licking the blood from his arm.
“It will costly for him,” he promised ominously.
Chapter 2. Bad flirting and dancing.
Ad was lying in a bed in his cabin. He hugged a pillow with his hands and feet, swaying, lying on his side. Short sex with the unknown man remained in the memory as a bright flash, and now the memories were stripping the body with convulsions of voluptuousness.
A native of the tribe in Oceania was cumming the whole evening, remembering the pagan god. Somebody knocked to the cabin. Ad quickly looked at the door. His heart started beating hysterically, the boy jumped out of bed, ran to the door and opened it. Stine had intended to immediately whip the boy to the face, enter the cabin, take him there, and then bring the wounded boy to his place. But seeing Ad, slashed with bliss, nude, he froze in front of the pure beauty and lust. Stine had never seen these expensive slaves so close, never looked forward to having sex with them, so he couldn’t be blamed for missing the first moment. But Ad didn’t give the second one, as realising that this was not the beast from the deck, he slammed the door. Stine decisively knocked again.
«Open the door if you don’t want the whole ship to run here,» said Stine.
Ad just burst out laughing. Disappointedly hugged the pillow, immediately threw it back and, remembering how the beast was tearing him from the inside after the orgasm, began to caress herself. Knocks and warnings weren’t bothering him, the security, which gave the door was enough for him.
“God…” Ad moaned, pouring out. Finding him was essential. «Go away and never come close to me again…» remembered Ad, probably, he liked conquering. Perhaps, he found those who give up without knowing the name unpleasant. But it didn’t matter; it was necessary to see him and to feel his power. Ad knew that there was no normal man capable of refusing pleasure so that he would belong to him.
Stine went to a receptionist to buy the key to the cabin of the beauty.
Ad groaned, got up, pulled on his shorts and jumped out of the cabin, ran to search for the beast.
The key, as usual, was sold to Stine, the man came back, knocked, but no one answered. The sadist chuckled and unlocked the door, came inside. Blandly went to inspect the room. A bulged blanket was laying on the bed, for sure it was the pleasure-boy. Stine saw almost in reality how he’d make the beautiful slave suck, how his cock’d crush the cherry lips. Stine jerked the blanket off. The bed was empty. He flew into a rage, how long the whore could mess up with him?! The man began opening the doors, suggesting that maybe the slave’d hidden in fear. But there wasn’t him anywhere. Stine laid into the bed soaked with a heady smell of Ad, pulled in the aroma with the nose. It smelled like desire. Whatever, the slave would come back, and there would be Stine to meet him.
Ad was roaming around the ship, looking for the beast. Maybe he again would be strapped to watch the water. The handsome leaned on the railing, looking into the darkness.
Al was lying near a bed of Aletta, on the floor, on a blanket. The woman was evil today and not didn’t put him near her, that was totally ok to him. Alone and in the darkness, it was easier to dream. The flexible body of the lover from his dreams has acquired real features.
“Got you, bastard,” someone hissed behind Ad’s back and pressed him uncomfortable to the side of the ship. The boy flexibly turned around, saw a man whom he’d scratched at the dinner. The man was pressing him in, not allowing to turn away, the railing was forcing into the hips uncomfortably and painfully. Ad leaned over the board, touching the outer side, searching for something. It seemed like, the man was kissing a nape of the boy, Ad leaned back, Amir stroke him hardly by the board, the boy’s hand awkwardly turned up inside the ship, he found something like a bat, and with no hesitation, where this bat was from, bit harshly, with no swing, hit the man in the stomach, actually Ad was aiming to the groin, but there was no choice. Amir gasped, released the boy, he instantly got out and began attacking with his weapon. The bat turned out to be a little sand shovel. Ad thought it was even more convenient. There was no one to stop him, and the boy stuck his shovel into the thigh of the moaning Amir. Ad was aiming again to the groin, the beauty moved his head, threw the shovel overboard and ran out of the deck. The boy was running to his cabin. The room was unexpectedly unlocked, and he pricked up his ears. Ad was very handsome; he was used to fighting off from unneeded harassments. He had no moral emotional stress; he took the harassments as granted, they accompanied him always, as soon as he went out of his little island. The natives were very fond of the diamond city, and to get the experience, lots of island tribes sent their youths in Firokami. Especially that, the way of life of City was similar to the formation of many tribes “a man is a god and a lord, a boy or a woman served him.” Ad liked Firokami; the boy didn’t even know where he wanted to live more on his native island Kee-Niu or in proud Firokami. Ad finished Firokamian University, he could be very rich, being a lover of teachers, but Kee-Niu had other values. Ad did not chase for ingots, clothes and baubles scratched the body, accustomed to the caresses of the sun, water and grass. Ad escaped the University ridiculously easy, of course, the teachers wouldn’t have let such boy go, but in the year of graduation with a new flood of the beauty, that arrived the city, his etnopleminne came, and Ad changed himself for him. Thus, the new boy received the first support from the City, and Ad was free. He was quite wealthy with gifts to live with no denying himself nothing. Solicitations, attempts to make him a slave, was a part of his life in exile, so Ad saw nothing terrible in the behaviour of the company, that’d suddenly fallen on his head. Ad looked at the sleeping in his bed Stine, shook his head and walked out of the cabin. Thought for a second and headed down the hallway.
Captain Stor had already been sleeping when somebody knocked to his stateroom. It could have only been one of his people, a young nymph who was a captain’s lover on this cruise or someone from the team. Stor cursed but up and opened the door. A magnificent creature raised his dark eyes. Stor had already noticed the boy; he decided that he was a lover of some of the travelling coryphaeus of the City.
“Yes?” Stor smiled, holding the blanket over the hips.
Ad came closer, almost touching him, sang:
“Captain, in my cabin… a man in my bed. I am very afraid… and don’t know who apply to…” Ad was saying all of this almost inside the Stor’s mouth. “I haven’t found any guard…”
“Wait a minute, I’ll get dressed,” the captain nodded. One couldn’t imagine better «to throw out someone» for coryphaeus’ lover and earns the favour of the powerful one of this world.
“Thank you, thank you, captain,” the boy was singing, entering the cabin. “I will be very grateful…”
Stor got dressed quickly, securely hugged the boy’s shoulders.
“Come on, let’s see who doesn’t have enough room in his cabin.”
Stine’d been woken up with a rough push; he glared at the insolent indignantly.
“Hey, what are you doing in that passenger’s cabin?” Stor turned to Ad. “Don’t afraid, boy, likely he’s just drunk too much and mixed up the cabins.”
“Mine was locked. I definitely remember,” said Ad in a sweet voice.
Stine sat on the bed, lit a cigarette. Stor examined the master.
“I have a cabin for non-smoking,” again sang Ad.
“Dinch your cigarette, master, and go to your room.”
Stine got up.
“This is my slave, what the hell do you want? Who are you?”
“I am the captain of this ship. And this passenger is under my protection. I’m the captain here for a quarter of a century, and never have slaves knocked at my door in the middle of the night to ask me to get their master out! Leave, master, or I’ll have to take you into custody and drop you off in the next port.”
“How dare you! I am Stine Darmush.”
“I recognise you, master. I respect you a lot. But this passenger is under my protection, and I have every reason to believe him. Well, listen, you have such a good jewellery store, you dress slaves of all the coryphees of the City, for sure, and this kid has something from your collections… well, just think a little, what would you have troubles for… well, for example, with Master Son?” Stor realised that the master was trying to lure the boy and mentally sighed with a smile. He had no right to expel the masters, and now he tried to appeal to the mind of a lust-ridden businessman. “Or with Elm?”
Stor was sympathetically smiling, demonstrating the inevitability and full understanding of the moment.
“Don’t get me wrong; I can’t ignore such statements from such citizens.”
“But he’s my slave,” Stine chuckled.
“No!” the captain started to lose patience. Moreover, the boy at the door was contemptuously bored. “If that boy were your slave, he would say so! If it is an unconquered slave, then tell me where you’ve bought him, and why you have different cabins. Don’t make me raise a fuss; I’ll have to alert the media of Firokami, that one of the favourites of the City’s fathers has been persecuted. I think it won’t take it long, the real master to argue with you for the right to possess him.”
Stine felt erection, so did Stor. The object of desire was standing in the doorway, boringly waited until the men would agree. Of course, it was possible, as before death, to grab Ad and ream off him together, and then die painfully, maybe, in a few days. No orgasm was worth it. Apparently, the men’s thoughts were similar; they stepped out into the corridor silently and simultaneously.
“Thank you, captain, thank you very much. I will try to help you if you ever need my help,” Ad promised meaningfully, locking the door.
Stine and Stor stood in front of the door for a few seconds. Stor foolishly and annoyingly smiling, Stine evilly looking at the door. The door opened, and the forgotten lighter flew into the hall. The man did not pick it up.
“Pick up the garbage,” said the captain.
“Get off me!” said Stine irritably before leaving. “I’m talking to you only for the second time, and you’ve already made me terribly tired!”
Stor picked up the lighter, threw it in the trash, and walked into his cabin, remembering “I am very afraid… and don’t know whom apply to…”
Al got up early, he tried to go to the toilet at night whenever possible, while the mistress was sleeping. He needed permission to go to the bathroom, but he didn’t have to wake her up to ask for permission. Besides the permission itself, masters usually spent much time to find out why he needed in the toilet, what would he do there and how. He went to the bathroom.
The bomb exploded later when a slave of Melinda came and reported that on the deck was found blooded Amir at night. The guards had already been looking for the robber who’d stolen his wallet.
At that moment Al was doing his morning exercises. He would not have done that in purpose not to have this attractive body, but Aletta forced him.
“Oh, God, I’ll be there right now! You finish your exercises, if it seems to me you’re just sitting there, I’ll make you do it all over again,” the woman locked Al in the room and hurried to the men.
Al obediently was doing exercises.
Aletta didn’t come back for breakfast. He took a book, he rarely managed to read, only in those moments when everybody forgot about him. Al had a very good imagination because he succeeded to read till the end very few books. He could have started one, and he could have been interrupted at any time, and he could have never seen the book again. Over thirty years of slavery and the crushed will left a stamp on the man, the one that the masters’d been achieving. He was alive, but he had no emotional opinion. Because he, usually, was not asked, and when asked, demanded to match with the masters’ opinion. A perfect animal for desire satisfaction, with the sleeping personality. It was impossible to say anything about his character. Like if it never existed. He had no desires that required satisfaction. There was nothing Aletta could do to give him a little joy. Come to think of it; it was his job to bring joy to the masters.
For this time, it was a gift edition for the ship «Stronger than death». The Albireo wrote more often for homosexuals, or maybe such books were more popular in Firokami. A son of a rich Frican[1] businessman returned home from the University and fell in love with a zombie slave.
Al peeked in the end. The end was not clear; the conversation of heroes who hadn’t yet appeared in the beginning. «Love, it’s always stronger. Both then life, and death», the book ended. This gave hope for a good end, and Albireo, as Al’d heard, were famous because they were writing till the happy ending, even if that happy ending was after life, and no matter how many lives it would take for the characters to have that happy ending. However, Al was rarely able to read those happy endings, that’s why he was inventing them himself. Al went back to the story, reading fast.
He read down exactly till the moment when the desperated father decided not to interfere with the relations of the son with the zombie slave so that he would understand nonsense of the feelings to the dead by himself. And Aletta entered the room. Al was sitting cross-legged on the floor and reading. Aletta smiled sweetly. The slave closed the book, put it back. Aletta sat on the chair. Put a bag on a table.
“It’s crazy! What we have come to! Attack a master. Probably someone’s brazen slave. I can imagine what they’ll do to him when they find him. What do you think we should do to such slaves?” asked Aletta.
“Punish, mistress,” replied Al.
“Yes, sure,” she nodded tiredly, pointed to the package. “I’ve brought you breakfast. Eat.”
Al got up, walked over to the chair, sat on the floor and opened the package. The leftovers were mixed, soup, the second course, juice. It wasn’t the first Al’s time when he ate leftovers, but for some reason, it now occurred to him that the day before he’d owned the boy from the sky of Firokami, and today was eating leftovers of the cheap ageing girl. Al put his hand into the package and ate a piece of mess; it was impossible to refuse, otherwise, he would never have anything else. The slave was patiently waiting until he got old and ceased to be interesting for the masters. No one would spend money on his rejuvenation, so, in the worst case, he had to wait for ten years, hardly more. Young bodies would attract the mistress, and she would throw him out of her life. Then he would leave to the sea, and no one would stop him. Aletta stroked Al’s buttocks with her shoe.
“Get on your all fours and eat.”
The slave obeyed. Dusty heel touched the sphincter.
“No, lie down and eat,” Aletta ordered. The slave obeyed again. Aletta stepped on him, dropped her heel into the after. Al chokingly uttered a cry, stiffened, the heel was exposing abrasions, unhealed since the day before, and giving new ones. Aletta laughed hoarsely and began to move her feet.
“Please, mistress, it hurts,” begged Al.
“I know. But it amuses me. You’re funny when in pain, it’s so touching, my heart melts.”
Al breathed out a wounded roar, he covered his head with his hands, frantically squeezing. It would be better to be a zombie in a far state Frica.
“Then you may choose whether to dishabituate your bowels to work or make you a bosom for the masters. Gene came up with the idea today.”
“I don’t know what it is, mistress, could you tell me.”
Happy Aletta leaned toward to Al.
“We’ll give you an enema after each meal, a month later, the bowels won’t want to work,” the heel got out of the slave to step on his balls, Al gasped and tightened again.
“And the bosom’s gonna be right here, between your balls, but you must thank Gene, he was against to cut them off.”
“A mistress wants to give me up and to give to masters?” asked Al.
“No. You will die in my captivity. Who’s going to give you up?”
“Why would mistress ask slave, you’ve already chosen, haven’t you?”
“I want you to choose yourself.” Aletta laughed and tapped on the balls with the heel.
Al doubted, if he chose something, mistress could say, that she was joking and choose the opposite.
“Dishabituate my bowels, my mistress, I’ll ask for the toilet more rarely, and my butt will become a clean bosom for masters,” Al cautiously said.
“Good. Eat.” Aletta got back in the chair, watching Al.
The slave was thinking of Dora’s words, that he would die at her captivity. She occasionally repeated so, but Al hoped she was, as often happened, wasting the words. Al ate the slop, thanked mistress for breakfast. Aletta smiled and pulled out a huge vibrator, she used it rarely, it didn’t fit in Al, and she did small cuts on the sphincter. Aletta stroked cleavage between the buttocks of Al with the glans of the vibrator.
“Recognize your friend?”
“Please, mistress, what are you punishing me for?” Al begged.
“Is not a punishment, it’s a reward,” saucily said Aletta. “You’ll be cumming till dinner.”
The award is periodically matched the punishment; there was no logic in the actions of masters, a bunch of useless ageing boys and girls, who tried to satisfy the wishes, they had never had in an attempt to hide their real desires. Al annoyedly groaned, not keeping his temper. Sometimes the beast woke up, unable to tolerate bullying and tried to escape, the mistress knew about it and always severely punished for such manifestations, driving off the beast deeper.
“Please, for me, the reward is to see you, don’t spend your mercy on me,” desperately asked the beast, resigned.
Aletta laughed; she had managed to get scared of the beast.
“Get your ass up!” the lady raised her voice.
Al obeyed. Aletta pulled out her blade and began to incise the sphincter slowly. The slave screamed when the blade touched the delicate skin. Aletta smeared a vibrator and Al’s ass thickly with grease, the slave jerked, trying to move away. The mistress squeezed his balls.
“If you twitch, I’ll rip your balls off.”
The slave froze, hid his face in his hands. Aletta slowly injected the vibrator. Al loudly shouted, frantically, trying to leave the body with a cry. The pain of red-hot lava poured in consciousness.
“Why would you pretend to die every time something enters your precious ass?”
Al was shaking, bathed in cold sweat; a sharp pain made it impossible to accept, tears were flowing involuntarily out of eyes. Aletta entered the vibrator to the end, turned it on, held her hand over the erect penis.
“Good girl. I won’t even put a ring on,” Aletta sat in the chair, opened the laptop.
Al didn’t move, trying to relax, the pain wouldn’t let, he squeezed, making it even more hurtful. The slave clutched his hair, clenching his fists. The body was shaking with sobs. The pain became unbearable; the torture was endless. Al urinated on oneself. Aletta smiled, looking at him, but didn’t distract from talking.
“Mistress, I beg you, it’s enough,” the slave was whimpering.
“Till dinner. Unless you capture my imagination and offer me something else. Everyone’s running around Amir right now, and I’m trying to find on the Internet our new guy who’s gonna be joining us soon.”
“I can punish someone for mistress.”
Aletta turned.
“Nice. You will punish the new slave in public, not just fuck him, but punish him, I need his humiliation. And try your best, if I don’t like it, if you feel sorry for him, we’ll come here and what’s happening to you now will seem like a child’s play.”
Aletta approached, slowly pulled the vibrator out. Al flinched and again wetted himself.
“Go to the bathroom and clean up. You can rest for two hours; he won’t show up before lunch anyway.”
The whole sadist company went to the upper deck. Stine vaguely nodded down.
“Yep, I see,” said Aletta. “Well, go, boy, and don’t disappoint me. See, there is a long-haired boy, the third one in the first row of sun loungers.”
Al found with his eyes the victim and flinched. Sadists saw him nonetheless, and much earlier than they had met each other. So, all that nasty talks about a new slave were about him, and he had have pissed them off. Al was good revenge of Aletta for everything. She periodically threw him at a friend she was fighting with, or at a thwarting business partner. Al’s attention flattered to the victims, and when it turned out that he came once and not on his own will, but on the instigation of Aletta, it was humiliating. Then it was necessary to warn the boy to run away. Al headed down.
“Hello,” Al dropped to his knee near the lounger. Ad spasmatically shrank, sighing admiringly, opened the lips, his penis was raising up under another pair of thongs.
“Hello,” he sang. Al hung over the boy, closed to his lips. Al’s hair fell down, securely covering their faces from the looks.
“You need to hide and get off the ship; you’ll go for a cruise another time.”
“Right now?” Ad asked dumbfoundedly. Cherry eyes were obscured over bliss.
“No, after I fuck you,” Al’s hands powerfully caressed the boy’s body. Ad, sweetly cried because of these the words, began frantically breathing from lust, leaning towards him.
The man buried himself in the boy’s hair, pulling the boy away from his lips. Sat on the edge of the longer and pulled the boy to his groin. Ad lifted his head up, throatily gently screaming, inhaling, and, with the full force, deeply let Al’s penis into the throat.
Masters came with slaves and, seeing how Al was working, each of them ordered the slaves to caress them. Stine and Gene were sharing a slave. Amir was brutally raping a young boy.
The throat of Ad tightened just a couple of times when Al poured out, tearing the boy’s nape. In a moment, the man moved again. Ad squeezed his throat, a gutturally moaning. Oh, how sweet it was to own this gem, Al poured out again, got out and casually pulled the beauty at his feet, bent him over and, coming closer, quickly penetrated. Ad, screamed, began moving, while squirming. Al tried to distract from pleasure, thinking of how to humiliate the handsome boy in the eyes of the masters and not to offend him. Al saw that the masters were fucking, inspired by the view of Al and the victim, but Ad didn’t seem humiliated. The boy was writhing under the beast, making it difficult to think. Al twitched the boy’s hair, pulling him closer and holding under the hips and keeping him hanging, pinned him deeper. Ad was shouting, those, who were around, were watching the scene of intimacy in the face of day. The beast clenched the boy’s cock, rubbing it between his fingers.
«My god, my god, my god,” Ad was crying.
Al was getting angry, it looked like the handsome didn’t even bother the public submission, and unlikely it would be a motivation to run away and hide. It is needed to hurt him. The hand of the beast with force squeezed the scrotum. Ad painfully cried out and obediently clung to Al.
“You are my God.”
Al kept his moan, swallowed back the lump, itching the throat. No one ever told him that. The beast looked up for a bunch of masters, felt their evil envy, and the malevolence he unneeded. Al, without dropping the eyes, let the scrotum go, the hand again hugged the Ad’s penis and broke the flesh between the fingers. Ad jumped up and shouted melodiously, pouring out into the hand of Al, the masters cummed almost at the same time. Ad was desperately beautifully crying and clung to the man like he was asking for the protection from the pain. The boy began deliriously moving. The man straightened the penis of the handsome, adding the suffering, Ad turned his head, and Al flicked him to the face with his hand. From the sidelines it looked spectacular, actually, he stroked as if caressed. Al freed one hand, wrapped long hair of Ad on it, withdrew his head to the side, exposing the neck, and his teeth grasped in the fresh, fragrant skin. The boy’s tawny skin was coloured with dark, bright blood. Ad loudly sobbed, gently, quietly squealing.
“You are my God.”
Al gasped desperately; the boy didn’t want to be afraid of him. Al’s hand now slashed the chest of the handsome, impressively, but not painfully.
“I need you to struggle and try to escape,” whispered Al to the crying, clinging boy obediently. Ad humbly pulled away, Al pulled his hair back. The boy threw an imploring glance at Al, viciously broke the edge of the lips.
“Need to beg?” velvety offered Ad.
“Sure,” imperiously casually pulled over the head the face of the handsome towards him and covered his lips with a kiss. Ad kissed back, unable to escape. Al pulled him off, Ad rushed away, nimbly jumping off the man’s penis, fell to his knees, held by the hair by Al, gasped and wept.
“Please… my God, please,” Ad begged, scratching the air with his hands.
Now, not only masters were having sex with their slaves on the upper deck, but also all the rest.
“Suck” ordered Al.
Ad jerked away, shook his head. Al pulled the boy and set up his throat on the cock. Again, viscous pleasure almost instantly turned into delight. Al caressed the buttocks of Ad with his foot. The boy swallowed, and turned out he dragged the penis deeper, Al poured out again. Ad was trying to throw off the leg of the man with his hands, Al slapped Ad over the face, again not painfully, just for a show. Ad clenched, throat, in spasm, squeezed the penis of the man, Al released into the compressed throat, scraping it. Ad croaked. Al pushed him away and stood up, stepping on the genitals of the boy with a sandal. Ad bent over, throwing the hands over the face.
“Do you understand? At the next stop, you’ll get off and find yourself a patron.”
“I have one…” cried Ad.
Al glared at Ad, sat on his haunches over the twisting like a snake boy.
“Then you’ll stick to him tightly, and never be hanging around alone.”
“Okay, okay… but how am I gonna get off? He’s here…” Ad was crying from the pain.
“Then stick to him!” Al ominously ordered.
“Ok, I will!” hysterically promised Ad, greedily gasping for air.
Al gathered the saliva in his mouth and spat into the boy’s one. Gently stroked his face. Ad bent over and poured out.
“So, what’s your name?” asked Al.
“Ad. And you?”
“Al…on,” the man replied.
Ad ominously smiled. The pain was too high to smile somehow different. Al stood up, kicked the Ad off himself.
“Run,” Alon said and went upstairs. Ad closed his eyes, arched, shaking with tears of bliss. People rushed towards him immediately, vying with each other offering help. The boy quickly stood up, grabbed his things and walking rapidly through the crowd, rushed to his cabin.
“Hey! We want more!” shouts and laughter of vacationers were heard.
Aletta was casually applauding as Alon got up. A slave of Melinda, Selena, smiled sheepishly to Alon. Aletta pushed Alon to the doors, leading him away; all the rest followed them to the Aletta’s room.
“Very nice,” said Gene.
“Yes…Bravo, Al,” said Melinda.
Aletta was proudly twirling Alon’s hair.
“Why didn’t he pee on the little son of a bitch?” Amir flashed with the eyes. Stine and Gene, imagining what it would be like for a capricious handsome boy, felt an erection. Aletta immediately lost her merciful mood. Selena anxiously looked at Al frightenedly; she loved that beautiful beast just like all the others.
“Come on, maybe he didn’t want to, or it just didn’t come to his mind, he is not a master of humiliation,” said Melinda.
Aletta went for the vibrator silently.
“On all fours,” she ordered.
Al knew what horror awaited him, the vibrator irritating wounds, only lingered after the «Lifeguard» — a popular regenerator in Firokami, another scientific development, which had become more common than aspirin in the world, which spliced bones and tissues for days, not months, — men, fucking the skull and trying to enter the urethra, women, urinating on abrasions. He knew that they came to the room to fuck him, but it’s one thing to fuck simply and completely different thing is to fuck a slave that had fallen out of favour. Alon was glad for that slave, who attacked Amir in the night. The man twitched and began kneeling.
“I beg you, mistress, I’ll catch him and piss on him,” Alon prayed.
“And what it’s going to be? The bitch is probably snivelling in his room right now. Or is being comforted with someone, slut. How do you plan to do that?” Aletta snorted. “Your friend knows how to wake your fantasy up, so the next time you’ll be more creative.”
“There’s a dance tonight. He’ll probably come, I’ll do it there.”
“Good idea,” Aletta tested the vibrator’s speed. “But we somehow need to pass the time until the evening.”
“I satisfy everyone! Please, don’t!” Al was begging.
“Of course, you will,” Aletta snorted again. The approval of masters was very important for her. She loved when she was envied to, loved to be admired. The last thing she wants is to question her strictness. It was Melinda who could afford to be soft-hearted. Her reputation was based on the different thing — Melinda didn’t spend on slaves more than two years, and then she killed them in some sort of cruel way. She did not kill female slaves, so it was often possible to see her with a girl.
Aletta was oiling her vibrator, looking at Al. All was admiring the subdued humiliated animal.
“Better whip me,” Alon swallowed.
“We’ll have it both ways” spoke Aletta through the clenched teeth.
Amir, his slave and Gene’s slave, laughed at the witty joke. Stine allowed himself a grin, Gene was busy with Selena, touching her, and thinking, what place she takes might have taken in the soon orgy.
Alon hugged the feet of Aletta, clung to them.
“Please…”
Aletta looked at Amir, who shrugged and pointed his thumb down. Melinda also shrugged her shoulders but pointed her thumb up. Stine didn’t know what to say. Gene distracted from Selena and showed up. Stine chuckled, opened his hands and pointed down.
“See, three against two, sweet,” sarcastically said Aletta, making a circular motion with her hand. Al closed his eyes, stung with the betrayal of the mistress for the thousand times. After all, the third voice was hers.
“I won’t be able to dance,” Alon said.
“And you won’t have to dance,” smiled Aletta.
“Why? The balls hinder?” Amir asked.
“No, the balls don’t hinder me, sir,” answered Al quickly. The slave turned around, got on all fours, deciding to endure it. Aletta, with flashy pleasure, began to introduce the vibrator. Alon brokenly exhaled, clenching his teeth to not to yell. The cuts on the sphincter were painfully opening.
“ Why so quiet,” smiled the mistress and turned the vibrator on, continuing to enter it.
Alon obediently groaned, choking back the tears of disappointment.
“The handsome,” Amir exhaled.
“Shhh,” said Stine, holding a finger and watching Alon.
“What?” Amir quietly asked.
“It seems the girl is crying,” explained Stine.
Aletta rose, with a sense of accomplishment. Stine quickly got undressed, faster than anyone, came to Alon, the man was already turned on.
“This should be done like that,” Stine began to urinate on the face and in the mouth of Alon. He liked doing it exactly with Alon.
Amir lay down on the floor and began to torture the genitals of the man, stretching the urethra and trying to tear the scrotum with his short nails. Aletta and Melinda were kicking with feet the Alon’s back since men took all of Alon, aiming to the spine. Ladies-sadists called their slaves and ordered to be fucked.
Stine knelt, and skull fucked Alon. The genitals and the after of the slave was burning as if they had no protective layer of skin. Alon tried to make the man cum faster.
“Push the vibrator deeper!” ordered Aletta, while the slave of Gene caressed her, she looked at Alon. She wouldn’t talk to anyone about it, but the fostered slave aroused her more than anyone she had met in her life.
Amir, without ceasing to pull Alon’s scrotum down, sharply forced in the vibrator deeper, so that it wasn’t visible from the outside. Alon screamed, leaned forward, letting Stine in deeper, the man poured out. Glared at Alon unpleasantly, he was not going to cum so fast. Stine came to the wall, took the lash of Aletta, and slashed Alon in the face. The slave jerked, the whip, hysterically squealed, again struck on the head. Alon tried to get down and protect himself.
“Don’t you dare to protect yourself!” Amir hissed, continuing to pull the testicles of Alon towards the floor.
The slave howled softly, arching, and opening his face. Gene threw Selena off himself.
“Stupid girl. Don’t know anything, what do you have?” Gene came to Alon.
“What are you doing?” he asked Amir.
“I want to reach the balls to the floor and nail them, so the bitch doesn’t twitch.”
Gene rolled his eyes.
“Oh… you’ll be fiddling with it the whole year. Nail them to the nightstand.”
Amir dragged Alon’s balls to the bedside table; the slave screamed loudly. The whip snapped across the floor. Stine hissed, irritably.
“Amir!” Stine snubbed him. “Stop your inconsistent with no anyone activity!”
Gene burst out laughing, shook his head.
“What are you doing, handsome? Ruining his face? Well, how is he going to seduce someone tonight?”
“He doesn’t need to seduce! He needs to humiliate!” said Stine.
Alon hugged Gene’s legs, lifting the knees, this way the vibrator was causing more pain.
“Please, masters, don’t!” Alon was whining. “I’m not going to twitch!”
“Well, to humiliate someone, it’s necessary to approach this someone, right? And our kitten will run away … And can throw himself overboard. I would run.”
“Does he have a choice?” flushed Stine was trying to hit Alon, without even noticing that Gene took the whip and gave Alon in the mouth to hold it.
Alon was crying from pain and despair, biting the handle of the whip. Amir pierced the Alon’s ball with a silver-plated nail. The slave howled, hugging Gene legs harder.
“Oh, well, will beat you to the table, and what’s up with that?.. except making him brew coffee being nailed to a nightstand, but you won’t estimate it anyway…” said Gene discontentedly.
“Why are you always whining? If you don’t like it, make something up yourself, and you are just always being cranky!” Amir hit a hammer on the nail, blood sprayed. Alon roared, clenched legs of Gene, almost dropping him, and pissed himself. Gene winced, took a hammer from Amir, pulled the nail out of the scrotum of the slave.
“Over,” Gene took Alon by the collar and dragged him to the bedroom.
“Hey, aren’t you out of the line?” Stine raised an eyebrow.
“Oh,” sighed Gene, “I don’t even know…”
Stine unwillingly burst out. “Oh, I don’t even know” was a favourite saying of Gene.
“Okay, why Gene didn’t like you?” he turned to Selena.
The girl began to cry; she didn’t want to get to Stine. Amir joined Aletta and the slave.
Gene threw Alon to bed.
“Climb or something, is it me who should pull you up?”
“Thank you, master Gene, for not wanting to cut my balls off,” Alon crawled on the bed, remembered the morning’s conversation with Aletta.
“Yes? Oh, you’re welcome. And what did I want? Yes, get this vibrator off, you’re flickering in front of me, my head will come off.” Gene opened a bottle of cognac, looked at Alon. “Oh, you can’t do that yourself. Yes, yes…such a pity.”
Alon looked hopefully at Gene.
“So, what did I want?” Gene knelt on the bed, grabbed the handle of the vibrator and quickly pulled it out. Alon flinched, screamed, and cummed.
“Cut the testicles and make a vagina,” reluctantly said Alon.
“Oh, and you certainly don’t want that,” sarcastically said Gene, took a sip from the bottle, contemptuously looked at it, splashed a little cognac in the palm, and began to sear the wounds. Alon tried not to twitch.
“You’re right, I don’t want that, master Gene.”
“Why? On what basis do you, slave, not want something?” Gene asked.
“I think, that ass is tighter for a dick, than a cut, master.”
“I don’t know,” said Gene, carelessly. “We should try. Besides, no one is gonna sew your ass up. Especially since your mistress is a woman, your ass is always unhealed. I, for example, am already tired to get you with a hurt ass in this company.”
The master examined Alon for bruises. Discontentedly made a face.
“Well, that’s what they did. And what should I do now?”
Gene sat on the bed, resting his hands over his face and staring at the Alon’s face.
“If you let me, master Gene, I’ll satisfy you, and you won’t feel that I have a hurt ass.”
“Yeah, is that the first time when I have sex with you? You nastily grind your teeth when you got inside all sorts of abrasions. Besides, after the monster, it’s all stretched there,” Gene gave the air and added sadly, “you can’t suck with such a face neither… Should I give you back? Let nailed to the table, whipped in the face…” Gene was somehow offended by life.
“I’ll do anything, master Gene!” Alon begged.
“Oh? Well, what can you do, for example, of anything?”
“Lie down, sir, I won’t grind my teeth. “
“You just don’t notice,” Gene lay on the bed, raised up on his elbows. “No, let’s do something with your face first. Sit.”
Gene went for a «Lifeguard», with a contemptuous glance at copulating friends, sighed, and returned to the bedroom. The man began to grease Alon’s abrasions, clicking the tongue from time to time. The slave gratefully did not move. Gene began to tidy up the face of Alon. When he finished, fairly fell back in bed, and immediately unsatisfiedly clicked his tongue.
“Oh, well, you must be hungry.”
“If the master allows me, I shall be filled with his sperm,” quickly suggested Alon to enjoy the peace, at least a little bit.
Alon hugged the feet of the master, massaging, kissing him from ankles to thighs, and let the flesh of Gene in deep inside. He was chafing against the leg of the master with the genitals; fingers skillfully were massaging the buttocks and thighs of the man, Alon swallowed his cock deeper and suck in the testicles of Gene, caressing them with the tongue. The man exhaled a tired groan of pleasure. Alon was trying to give pleasure to Gene, in gratitude for the favour. When Gene poured out, the slave swallowed the cum and released the man’s genitals. Alon clenched Gene’s penis, arousing it and got on him with no lubricant. Alon’s ass had returned to normal, the slave rose and inserted the scrotum of the master into himself, squeezed the muscles of the after. Alon knew that Gene in the sex didn’t groan and it was impossible to understand when he’d cum, he didn’t tense while sex, like all the ordinary people, didn’t relax after. Gene began to caress the penis of Alon, thoughtfully, carefully looking at him, it was a dangerous gaze, some idea may have come to him.
Alon opened his mouth not to gnash his teeth and tried to make the grimaces of pain look like a mask of passion. The slave, without unclenching the contracted muscles, began to move sharply, tornly, in different directions. Later, Alon relaxed his muscles and began to squeeze and unclench them wavy, continuing to move. After the mockery of the mistress, when she inserted the dildo, Alon had to train the muscles, so he managed them well. Gene poured in a few movements Alon also poured out, again tightly clenching the muscles the flesh of Gene.
“Oh, my God,” gasped Gene.
Alon didn’t move, waiting for the order, he didn’t want to leave the room, so he moved again.
“Kinda obscurantism,” gasped Gene chokingly. “No sadism. And besides, here is an unfed slave.”
Gene cleaned his hand of Alon and again began to explore the penis of the slave. Alon moved, enforcing the sensation, gasped, shuddered in pain, but continued to move. Alon didn’t shut his teeth, that’s why he was gutturally moaning. Gene poured out once again, took a deep breath.
“All right,” said the man with satisfaction. “Let’s cut the balls of the newbie.”
Alon twitched.
“Hush, hush,” laughed Gene. “Sit still, I’m thinking.”
“If you want, master, you can cut me.” Alon gave voice deafly, knowing what newbie they were talking about.
«And if he is already with the patron?» doubted Alon. «Anyway, just keep them off Ad.»
“There’s no difference for me whom to cut,” waved Gene. “What’s going on with you, one minute you want, another minute don’t want?”
“The newbie doesn’t know how to fuck, master,” Alon made an attempt to persuade Gene let Ad go.
“Oh, we’ll teach.”
“He’s boring.”
“And who’s not boring?” Gene responded philosophically. “But it’s pleasant to look at him.”
“After the first using, it will no longer be a pleasure to watch him, master.”
Gene again waved it off.
“We’ll see, if we don’t like, we’ll just throw him away. I’ll have to tell Aletta to turn the camera on when we get back from the dance, you’ll get screwed and you’ll be punished, so I’ll at least watch a movie.”
“Master won’t be present in person?”
“No, we all have personal business after dancing unless, of course, Stine brings the new guy, as he’s macho.”
“What am I to do, master, so don’t screw it up?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” sighed Gene. “Well, fuck him in the urethra or something. Or fuck with your foot while you pee or while he sucks.”
The Gene clicked his tongue.
“Oh! You can knock his teeth out. Oh, Oh, you have to kick his balls off,” decided Gene.
“Thank you, sir,” Alon thanked, with no intention to implement the tips of Gene.
“You’re welcome, and after the dance braid your hair, otherwise I won’t see your eyes.”
“Okay, master.”
After dinner, all agreed to meet at the dance and went to their rooms. Aletta gave Alon an enema, then took him to the dance. Ad, really, came, and now he was moving on the dance floor softly. Alon was grimly looking around for a someone who at least remotely looked like a patron of Ad, there were a few of those and all of them stared at him.
“There he is,” evilly hissed Amir.
Aletta pushed Alon in the back of the head.
“Come on, or you’ll be sleeping with your friend.”
Alon flinched, Aletta’d done this before, after that he slept and went doggy-style. The slave stepped on the dance floor, moved through the smiling crowd. Alon was annoyed: a proposal to re-humiliate Ad did not save him from punishment, and he subjected the boy to new dangers, and still, it was a pleasure for Alon to see Ad again. Boys and girls appeared in front of Al, calling smiling, invited him to dance, man, without stopping, moved on. Alon stood in front of Ad; the boy was dancing with his eyes closed, the man pulled the handsome by his neck, Ad opened his eyes, vainly resisting, saw Alon and sighed admiringly, opened the lips. Alon moved to the music along with Ad, pulled and rubbed him of himself. Ad’s breathing seized up, he instantly tripped away, movements became more vicious, the boy wore thin white pants and light sandals. Alon bent to the neck of Ad, kissed his ear and asked:
“Where’s your patron?”
“Here.”
Alon nodded, believing that the patron liked to watch his boy being fucked. A man raised Ad to his thighs.
“Do it yourself or do I have to tear them up?” Alon jerked the fabric.
Ad cosily cringes under the wave of lust. Alon smiled happily; he’d never felt so good before.
“I’ll take them off. Should I pray and try to escape?” the boy didn’t make any attempt to pull trousers off.
“Yep,” breathed in his ear Alon, nodding. The man put the boy, invitingly shook his head. Ad was trembling under the gaze of the man, took off his pants; there is no underwear underneath and remained in sandals only. The man jerked the boy in the owner’s manner, lifted him up and set on himself. Ad breathed out, holding onto the shoulders of the man, began to move on him. Ad was silently begging about something; the gaze became a bottomless desperate, the boy quickly several times clenched the cock with his muscles, and jerked off. Alon jerked the boy back, and he moaned, pouring out, the boy soiled Alon’s abs.
The man horizontally dropped Ad, moving him on himself. The posture was aesthetically beautiful; people again began to turn around on them. Alon tugged Ad’s nipple, the boy poured out again, rested his hands on the man’s chest, tried to push off, Alon kept his nipple. The boy was muttering silently, obviously pleading. Shook his head and began to cry. Ad was crying with admiration; the man was slashing the boy’s back with the nails, leaving bright marks on his chest.
“Please, oh please…” whispered the boy.
The man was moving in the dance; the boy was on him. Alon released the back of Ad and holding his neck with one hand, continued to move the boy on himself. Ad tried to grab the shoulders, the people who surrounded them began applauding. The boy poured out again, clung to the hand, trying to tear it from his neck with two of his own. Helping with the second hand and without unclenching the neck of the boy, Alon took Ad with him and kneeled him in front. At the waiter, who was passing by, he took a glass of liquid, drank, took the second one, who drank just as fast, took the third glass, that looked like sperm, the cocktail called «cummer», usually slaves ordered it. Taken a sip, Alon bent to the lips of Ad and shared this sip. Ad gulped and opened his mouth, so it was more comfortable for the man. The man fed Ad this way the whole glass, Ad could not oppose because of the hands that held his neck and he twisted with the lower part of the body, trying to escape.
The boy slammed his fist on the genitals of Alon. The beast jerked, growled dangerously and stepped on the genitals of Ad, rubbed them on the floor. Ad, cried, shook with sobs and dove into the long delight. Alon entered the open mouth, moved and soon came out began to piss in the boy’s mouth from a short distance. Ad did not have time to swallow it all; the urine flowed on the chin and down the body. He turned away, screamed as urine entered his eye and ear. The boy covered with his hands, fought off the flow, beat the penis of a man. The man whipped the boy a few times, suppressing resistance and continued to empty his urinary tract. After shaking off the last drops, Alon put the weight on his leg on boy’s genitals, trying to make it look tougher than it actually was, patted him on the face and walked away. Ad remained seated, covering his face with his hands. One of the eligible patrons of Ad made a sign to the waiter, pointing to the boy. Alon, who looked back to see who the patron of the boy was, seeing the sign, nodded reassuringly and went to the Aletta.
“Well, now — well done,” praised the mistress.
Gene took his slave and left. The rest still were sitting at a bar, including Aletta with Alon. Aletta arranged with Stine, he will take Alon to the cabin, and she’d be a little late. The rest said goodbye and went to the cabins. Stine brought Alon to the cabin, went in with him, lit a cigarette and turned on the camera. Alon mentally swore this meant that Stine would not leave him alone to chew over the incident.
Stine looked around.
“Come here, get on all fours, and raise your ass,” he ordered.
Alon obeyed. Stine got out of his pants pocket a metal ring, inserted it into the sphincter of Alon, spreading it, and sat over some story, flicking the ashes in the after of Alon.
Ad was reading in his cabin, also «Stronger than death», only he had no one to take it away. Aletta, who had taken the key to the cabin from Ad during the dance of Alon, walked into the cabin. The handsome looked up at Aletta, shuddered rapaciously, not expecting to see anyone here.
“Well, hello, slut,” began Aletta.
Ad broke his eyebrow.
“Firstly, how you came in here, secondly, what are you doing here, thirdly, get out of here. No, firstly, get out of here. The rest doesn’t matter,” pretty peacefully according to his standards, began Ad.
“Well…” Aletta untied the belt of her light dress, and opened it wide, showing her carved by the doctors-jewellers body. Under the dress the woman was naked, Aletta was waiting for a reaction. «Stop resisting, boy, you don’t have a choice.”
Ad contemptuously grimaced and threw the book into her.
“What? Get out, you skank! Look at yourself,” the boy pointed at her, getting out of the bed.
Aletta glared with evil eyes, but she couldn’t show that the slave’s words had hurt her, and she laughed. After all, she knew she looked great. In her seventy-seven, she was able to leave behind any girl from a spring flow coming in Firokami. Aletta wrapped her dress, shoved the book that had fallen to the floor off, and headed towards Ad.
“You like naked men better, don’t you?” she exhaled throatily.
It was precisely the tone of voice that annoyed Ad; he shuddered with disgust.
“As you can see, yes, get out! Go!” he went to the door and opened it. “Get out of here, you, ageing whore.”
Aletta sat up on the bed.
“What are you reading? «Stronger than death» … do you like it?”
“Yes, I do. Leave, or I’ll call the captain. How did it come to your mind to drag yourself to me? Get the hell out.”
Aletta, at the mention of the captain, decided to leave after all. At least today. The slave behaved like all unconquered slaves, so there was no problem. Dora was accustomed to communicating in the place, where slaves took this role, and only played resistance. Unconquered, stolen slaves eventually resigned, accepted the imposed rules of arousing.
“You don’t know what awaits you” passing by Ad; the woman said, quickly reaching for the genitals of the boy.
Ad instantly hit her hand.
“I know. I am awaited by comprehensive joy and prosperity. Go away. Yeah, you should meet one spirochetal man, here on the ship. You two will fit together, create a club of my admirers, on this basis, get closer and give birth to a bunch of kids. He’s always in black. You can easily recognise this pathetic weirdo.”
Aletta hissed.
“With more respect.”
Ad derisively laughed, abruptly wiped the smile from his face and slammed the door shut and closed it on the latch. Shook his head. Weirdos. The boy returned to the bed. Most likely, they were those who saw him had sex with Alon and came to do their stupid obeisance. The boy picked the book up off the floor, opened it at random and stared ahead, remembering the dancing beast. How is it possible? Of course, it was romantic to come out of nowhere, take him and leave, but it was time to do something else. The boy decided to hunt down the beast. Such a man went to waste in slaves… he needed to give his master some trinket, to exchange the beast for it. Ad fell asleep in sweet dreams.
Dora entered the room, Stine turned to her. The woman poured herself a drink and emptied the glass in one gulp. The man stubbed out another cigarette in the sphincter of Alon, threw it into the after, to the other cigarette butts, got up and pulled out a ring, giving the sphincter to shrink.
“So, no… I think he’s done dancing around. We just need to pick him up,” said Stine.
Dora nodded.
“Exactly.”
The masters kissed, and Stine was gone. Dora got undressed.
“Come here, work, stop dawdling.”
Apparently, Aletta could no longer pretend to be aroused by the feelings of others. She wanted to fuck with a handsome male.
“Shall I wash up, mistress?”
“Don’t, need to,” shrugged it off Aletta. “Come here.”
Alon gently stood up, the movement caused pain, wounded ass ached unbearably, he approached the mistress. Aletta patted the bed, smiled. Alon lay down and hugged the woman. Aletta buried in the chest of the slave.
“Come on,” she exhaled.
Alon began to caress her, kissing her, he knew she was waiting for compliments, and told them. When the man possessed her, Aletta moaned excitedly.
“Tell me, how beautiful am I, tell, how you find me in bed…” whispered Aletta.
“You’re delightful, mistress.”
“More tender,” said Aletta.
“You’re beautiful, darling,” said Alon, moving stronger.
The woman closed her eyes, smiling. She cummed earlier than usual because she did not obstruct to Alon; she closed her eyes, hid in the strong arms of the beautiful slave.
Aletta did not forget her idea and regularly gave an enema to Alon half an hour after each meal.
After lunch, the masters and the slaves went to the pool. In the pool, they discussed how and when to kidnap the brassy boy.
“It means, there will be fresh meat soon,” said Amos, Gene’s slave. Slaves swam right there, nearby, today they were allowed to communicate with each other. Alon, without participating in a conversation, was listening to both, pretending to be fascinated by water.
After the pool, the whole company went to Aletta’s room. The woman led Alon, holding his cock.
[1] Some countries lose or got in centuries some letters in their names. In our books, when we could identify a country, we removed the first one or double one. Of course, this is Africe, which lose its letter.
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