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.
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