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.
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