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...”
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