The smell of diesel and the throb of the low speed motor was all around and the heat oppressive as sweat poured from each of my pores, the engine room of this old Monrovian motor vessel was tired and worn from 40 years of service to the west African coast. The cake of grease and oil that encased each piece of machinery was witness to its history and lack of maintenance, steam leaked from boiler pumps and hot oil ran down the crank casings.
The engine room crew were all from Nigerian bandit gangs of Bakassi seeking to make a living from pirating and trading human beings across the continent. Plying their trade from Mogadishu to Lobito to Warri or wherever the business drew them.
My tasks were simple involving oiling and cleaning the propeller shaft that ran from the mid ship engine through 50m of shaft tunnel to the prop. Tasks were non-stop during the 4 hour watch. The shaft tunnel was my prison where I was kept during each watch closed from its engine room access by a bulkhead door for which only my body master had the key. Abdu was his name and he was some 15 years my senior and had been on the ship for 2 years and my Master since I had been drawn and entrapped while the ship was alongside in the Apapa port in Lagos 6 weeks previously. Abdu was an Ijaw Nigerian extremely handsome 1m80 with a closely cropped head and muscled torso and thighs with the meanest streak of any human I had ever come across until then.
My watch was coming to an end as the sweat dripped steadily from all over my completely naked body; from brow down my chest to trickle between my thighs to drip into the bilges below, oil covered hands had wiped stains to face, body and thighs. As I finished the greasing of the prop joint and oiling the final bearings I heard the bells from the engine room clang and I knew I was late for watch change and would need to run back the 50m of tunnel for Abdu to let me out and prepare for the evenings trials. As I returned I saw Abdu was watching for me through the bulkhead window as he waited for me to get to the door and place my collar and chain ready for him to enter and take me into his control. He was considerably more powerful than me and had consistently proved it to me since I had been allotted to him by the Captain from day one. So now my body was no longer mine but belonged totally to him. As I placed my broad leather oil and sweat soaked collar around my neck and painfully tightened it to its forth notch pinching the slight fold of skin and restricted my breathing as I had learned to my pain was what Abdu demanded from me before he would come to collect me. The light metal chain was 2 metres long and was clipped to the back of my collar, as I held the chain in my hands I presented myself to Abdu through the window and he inspected me from head to toe and I turned slowly around to show complete submission. The key opened the padlock releasing the handle and the heavy metal door pushed open as the fresher engine room air moved into the prop tunnel. As the door opened I held my chain at arm’s length and dropped my head in respect.
Abdu was dressed as usual in a sweaty singlet that stopped at his hips and was far to small for his muscular profile but that he wore constantly during engine room duties, a black cotton swimsuit stuck to his buttocks and sex. As was his habit he passed excess chain around my wrists that I had presented him and it was immediately evident that he was intending to inspect the tunnel and prop shaft with me and I understood very well that my delay in getting to the door had meant that the next watch had been given a further 20 minutes before change over. I knew what was likely to happen over the coming minutes as the muscles in my stomach tighten and prepared for the coming onslaught. The chain around my wrists tightened as he drew me to him, his fist clenched tight around my chain he pulled my face to his and he sighed slowly saying “you were late again, what happens now my little bitch”, the response always had to be sharp and rapid otherwise the punishment would be all the more vicious “my Master must discipline mercilessly his slave in order to teach him how to behave”. Abdu was pleased with the response as he opened his fist and slapped a full hand across my ear sending my head reeling from left to right and ringing in my ear. His hand remained around the neck pushing my head backwards and forwards. He leaned forward and whispered briefly “now you are going to satisfy me quickly before we go up topside, understood?”
“Yes, Master I understand what you want from me, I beg you to let my mind, body and soul satisfy your every whim”. With that he yanked both chained hands to his sweating groin where my fingers immediately commenced to grasp what remained of the cotton hem housing his sex and testicles. As my fingers explored gently, he turned and pulled me along, following him towards the bowels of the prop tunnel.
He had not given me time to excite his large cock and caress his balls as he would normally do obviously had other thoughts in mind for this evening.
As we approached the tunnels midpoint Abdu released the wrist from the chain and yanked sharply on the collar lifting me off the deck pushing me backwards against the warm steel bulkhead behind, his fist hitting home in the lower groin causing a cringing pain throughout the lower stomach I fell to my knees on the steel decking.
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It was my third voyage to west Africa with Elder Dempster as assistant engineer to the Fourth Engineer taking the watch 00h00 to 04h00 and 12h00 to 16h00 on the MV Lycaon doing general cargo up and down the west coast. I had completed my electrical apprenticeship at 20 years old and after a year working experience had decided to change completely and travel to see the world. Little did I know how much that was about to change.
We had just sailed into Nigeria’s Lagos Apapa wharf and we expected to be alongside for at least 15 days loading palm oil, logs and cotton. The quay and the ship were bustling, the gangway was overwhelmed with the movement of imported goods dockhands were all around the ship, whores coming and going from the after-crew quarters, occasionally venturing up to the officers’ quarters to ply their trade under the very close and sometimes violent supervision of their pimp. Sub-contractors coming and going for loading food and supplies for the galleys, or mechanics in their skimpy dirty, overalls up and down to and from the engine room to maintain generators or control conformity of this and that. Government immigration officials checking crew passports, police just loitering in the corridors to supervise or coerce and take their cut of whatever trade was going on, or customs ferreting around searching for contraband wherever it might be hidden. My cabin had already been visited twice by them turning out desk and suitcases to inspect each nook and cranny capable of hiding the slightest trace of contraband. I had been present the first time when a short wiry scruffy looking middle-aged man in jeans and tee shirt had been shown into my cabin and introduced to me by my steward, Linus who also stood by and watched whilst I was roughly ordered to go through all my things in detail. It was not easy being ordered around so sharply by this most disagreeable little man and Linus didn’t help as he indicated all the different draws and caches to the man.
I was in tropical uniform at the time, and I had just come up to my cabin after lunch so Linus had already cleaned my cabin and put out all my clean laundry on my bunk.
The customs man had closed the door behind him and pointed to the draws under my bunk telling me to empty them onto my bunk and put the empty draws to one side. I did as he ordered then stood back next to Linus as the Inspector went down on his knees to search in the space under my bunk from where, after several seconds rummaging about, he pulled out one by one several pieces of my sexy underwear and swimwear that would normally have been in my suitcase. I would keep it relatively discrete as it was all rather sensual with provocative thongs and latex swimwear also 2 pieces of female G strings and a suspender belt with two pairs of silk stockings that I would slip into at night when I was alone in the engine room, it made me feel good and horny wandering around the decks in the dead of night with my boiler suit wide open to the cool early morning breeze.
The customs officer found his find most interesting and was pawing over each item very meticulously, asking what it was for and why it was hidden under my bunk, he asked Linus if he was aware of them or cleaned them, Linus turned to me with a smile and winked explaining to the Customs officer how I had asked him to take good care of them, the officer then raised one to his nose to smell it at length turning it upside down and inside out. “These are all yours aren’t they”? he questioned, “I bet you look really good in this red one”. I felt so intimidated and embarrassed as he kept it in his hand while continuing his search then as he appeared to finish he turned to me and lifted his tee shirt and slowly wiped his sweaty chest and armpits with my favourite thong before slipping it over his stomach and slid it down into his jeans and rubbed it on his crotch, closing his eyes and rubbing himself slowly and deliberately for several long minutes until his body convulsed and I could tell he had shot his load into my beautiful red panties. He finished cleaning himself off and withdrew his hand and place the dripping red thong onto my pillow. “All seems to be in order here for now so I can go now, I think you need to be careful around here that the police don’t find you with those things you could get yourself into deep trouble, how about you give me something, so I won’t tell them about it?” So, I quickly gave him a 500 Naira note and hoped that would satisfy him. I was too naïve, and it finally cost me 5000 Naira. The final humiliation came when just before leaving he asked me with a laugh to drop my shorts and show him what I was wearing, I hesitated but he threatened again to call a policeman from the corridor. Any idea of having to deal with a local policemen terrified me, I had heard so many horrifying tales of torture and enslavement the mere idea made me tremble with fear. I opened my shorts and showed him my regular mini briefs that I wear most times, he was satisfied and left after warning me to be careful. Linus turned to me and smiled again, trying to reassure me as he saw how anxious I was he said simply, “please don’t worry boss you look after me and I will look after you.” I didn’t quite understand what he meant but I thanked him anyway. He leaned over and picked up the red panties the customs officer had used and told me he would take it and clean it and bring it back to me that evening before watch.
The second inspection came two days later and had, as I recall, been done whilst I was on watch and my steward Linus had made me aware after the fact when I had discovered my clothes in neat piles all around my cabin. Linus had arranged everything tidily after.
Linus had been my steward since we had left Tilbury dock and he was a smart neat and handsome young Nigerian from Anambra state, sometimes a little too smart for my liking.
He was quite devoted to me and prepared all my belongings correctly taking particular attention in preparing my clothing to be worn from one day to the next always taking care I remember with my briefs that I wear very small and tight that I used to wear often in front of him while he would clean my cabin, he would I felt linger in making the bed or chat excessively in order to watch me and look me up and down as if weighing up the merchandise. He would often enter quietly the cabin to bring back laundry or to rearrange things without even knocking as if to try and surprise me and at any time of the day especially after the end of my watch when I might be changing or coming out of the shower. This attitude did not particularly bother me, in fact I found it quite exciting. When preparing for my watch I would simply wear, as was the basic engine room uniform a white boiler suit buttoned from the crotch to the neck and just mini-briefs underneath.
With the constant heat of the engine room, it was usual not even to bother buttoning at all, leaving a clear and easy view of the naked torso.
It was under these conditions that I prepared to take my watch at midnight. The ship was alongside, and the Fourth Engineer was working days not his normal watches so I would continue to cover the watch alone as I had for the past three days. Linus had come to layout my clean boiler suit at 11h30 and had hung around for 10 minutes chatting and cleaning as I had changed out of my tropical uniform, he handed me the cleaned and ironed red briefs I was to wear. As he left, I slipped into my briefs and slipped each leg into the freshly laundered boiler suit pulling it up over each shoulder and pulling it into a neat and comfortable position as it sat tightly under the crotch. At 12h00 I left my cabin and crossed the corridor to the engine room access and walked down the six floors of metal stairs down to the control platform where I would take over the watch from the 3rd Engineers assistant.
The watch had been going quietly with nothing to report the engine room was spick and span all temperatures were normal and I was alone to supervise the two generators. It was about 02h20 when as usual I decided to go up topside to take some air and have a look around. I had been sweating a lot and wiped myself down as I came out of the engine room through the shower room and my boiler suit was completely soaked through as I stepped out into the cabin corridor just opposite my cabin, the ship was remarkably quiet as I turned left down the corridor and opened the door to the officers deck, the air was fresh and a slight breeze was blowing, it was good to get out for a couple of minutes as I leaned over the railing looking back over the aft decks towards the crew quarters in steering. The aft was dimly lit and there was no activity on deck.
As I walked from port to starboard, I look down onto the deck three floors below and noticed the aft bulkhead door swing open and Linus come out onto the deck preceding an older taller uniformed man that I took for a policeman. Linus was looking up and indicating to his friend the different levels and decks above until he saw me on the starboard side and waved immediately to me indicating that he was coming up to see me, I waved my agreement back and moved back to the centre of the ship to await him coming up the stairs. It was a little unusual to meet anyone at this time of the morning but I would often see Linus sitting aft by the winches cleaning shoes or similar pastime, but he had never made signs to me or tried to see me.
Linus was leading as they came onto the deck in front of me, the taller man had not yet arrived on the deck as Linus introduced him as his brother Tom from Bakassi who was passing through Lagos to visit him and who had wanted to visit the ship. As he steps onto the deck I could see his uniform more clearly but could still not make out any real indication as to his position, he was apparently a policemen as he introduced himself and held out his hand.
In the weak light I could see he was a very well-built bearded man of some 45 years who spoke in very soft tones and was a little difficult to understand, I felt myself leaning forward to hear him better as he asked me a number of polite and what I thought at the time innocent questions. His intense stare was roaming meticulously from my eyes across my face down to my neck and torso, “Linus tells me you always dress like this to work in the Engine room”, I responded, looking down across my boiler suit open to the crotch showing my tiny red briefs that had by now drawn his intense stare “yes of course it gets very hot down there and I sweat a lot, as Linus must have explained to you”, he continued with a phrase half mumbled through his abundant lips, I asked him to repeat then naturally moved and leaned closer to hear, he seemed to whisper “yes I understand, Linus has explained a lot of things to me and how much he appreciates working with you, he is very lucky. I can see from looking at you that you are very handsome and well built”. For the first time Linus spoke and I turned my head to look at him, Tom however was still evidently intrigued by my wet red briefs that had become strangely transparent and made no effort to listen to what was being said, “Sir Tom is a police inspector from my home town and I have often talked to him about you and what a beautiful body you have, I hope you don’t mind, I didn’t mean any harm, and he had asked to meet with you” Linus continued his voice trembling slightly “Tom is a very powerful man in my home town and he can help me and my family back home, you know I have three brothers and sisters who depend on my salary to survive. I really need your help Sir”.
I turned back to watch Tom as he at that instance placed his large open hand on my shoulder his eyes continuing to fix the hair line descending towards the transparency of my red briefs, I sensed a stirring in my loins that surprised me and led me to try and resist from showing any external sign of excitement. Both men drew closer as Linus continued to plead “please sir you have to understand, you must help me, Tom wants a photograph with you and me as a reference, please sir it won’t take long sir, please sir it will help me so much, please sir”. As I turned again to Tom, he took a camera from his pocket and signalled his encouragement to me, “just one or two, nothing much and I can ensure Linus the help he so needs back in his village, come let’s just step in to your cabin for a couple of seconds, OK? Let’s go”, as he took my elbow and signed to Linus to lead the way. Linus had already opened the door to the officer’s deck and had the key to my cabin in the lock by the time I could respond saying “I have no objection to providing a reference for Linus especially as I was very happy with his work. OK let’s go inside”.
Tom’s hand was still gripping tighter and tighter my elbow as we moved inside, the cabin had obviously been tidied whilst I had been on watch and was apparently prepared for identity photos, Tom shut the door behind him and placed his camera on the small desk next to the bunk. I moved to button up my boiler suit and as I did so Tom clearly was not happy and slapped my hand slightly to prevent me from doing so, he even continued by spreading open slightly more each side to better show the nudity below. “Please stand over here by the bunk with Linus beside you, put your hand around his shoulder, yes that’s great, Linus stand up straight, good”, the camera clicked, and the flash sparked. Tom indicated for us to move to the other side of the cabin and put the camera down again as he moved towards me placing both hands on my shoulders and grasping the collar of my boiler suit on both sides trying to abruptly draw it backwards off my shoulders adding briefly in my ear, “I just need a quick one of you just for me, OK……thanks”, as my boiler suit fell to the floor, he already had the camera in his hand and was clicking away frantically, getting closer and closer, he pushed Linus closer to me.
I was surprised but not unhappy at this attention and felt I was quite enjoying it as Linus came very close his hand passed behind me to grasp my hip, Tom continued to click away. The flashes were a little blinding and I had not noticed Linus’s free hand move across in front of me and grasp the top of my briefs and to tear downwards as Tom continued to photograph. “OK that’s all for tonight, thanks so much for your help, let’s go Linus” and both left hurriedly as I was left to readjust my dress and surprise. I was a long way from suspecting how this tiny incident was about to change my life forever.
The next day I couldn’t find Linus anywhere and he had been replaced by another steward who informed me that he had left to return to his village. This surprised me a little as he had never told me anything of his intentions apart from this early morning incident. Still, I was happy he had been able to return to take care of his family build a new life for himself in his village.
The rest of the day passed without incident, and I took watch as usual at 00h00 as usual with little thought of the previous morning’s incident. It was 02h15 when I proceeded out of the engine room to take some air on the officers deck as usual and there as I opened the door leading out on to the deck I came face to face with Tom, his eyes staring down at me, he seemed a full head taller this time and dominating the doorway, he moved aside and invited me out to join him as he apologised for having left so sharply yesterday as he and Linus had to leave and prepare his references and documents allowing him to return to his village. He thanked me profusely for my help and hope he had not upset me in any way. “Of course, not I was more than happy to be able to help, I would like to see the photos you took and make sure there was nothing too embarrassing from Linus’s final clownery”. Tom started now to act quite agitated at this point “well you and I have a slight problem on that score. Let me explain. All the photos were together, and we downloaded to a USB and I handed it over to immigration police first thing this morning and I am trying to get them all back, it should not be difficult but I will need you to come with me tomorrow morning to claim them back, no problem. O.K.”. I indicated that I had to be back by latest 11h30 for my watch and that he would have to provide transport as I had no access to a car. Tom replied easily “don’t worry I will send someone to pick you up at 08h30, make sure you bring your passport and some cash, you never know if they ask for a dash. Better wear your white tropical uniform as well, looks official and perhaps also the briefs you wore last time to confirm the photos. O.K; and don’t worry at all I’ll be at the police station to meet you and clear all this up”.
“That’s fine I’m not really worried as long as you are there to clear things up”, I confirmed. Tom smiled as is if to reassure me and suggested that I not discuss the issue with anyone on board as it might complicate things a little.
Tom turned to leave and placed his hand on my shoulder running his hand slowly down my back and across the pert young buttocks that he had obviously relished from the morning before and squeezed slightly “don’t worry for Linus he is fine, and we can quickly clear this problem together tomorrow morning. O.K……..tell me you’re OK with this, we need to get it cleared otherwise immigration may well stop you leaving the country, you know it’s against the law to be taken in photos like that…..and with two men together as well…..could be very nasty if we are not careful……DO YOU UNDERSTAND…..YES or NO”, my lips began to tremble as the possible consequences started to sink in and images of the possible photos taken may implicate me in….”Yes I understand but I was just doing it to help Linus nothing else, you have to tell them Tom, please, please don’t let me down…”. Now don’t get upset we will settle this first thing tomorrow, don’t forget what I told you, uniform, briefs, car at 08h30 and don’t tell anyone…UNDERSTOOD”. I understood clearly and confirmed to Tom again. He walked away with a broad smile on his face and winked “no worries, count on me, see you tomorrow”.
The rest of my watch my mind went over every possible eventuality from prison to deportation and humiliation for me and my family if news got out, I had to make sure this was all cleared up tomorrow whatever the cost.
My watch finished as usual at 08h00 and I had just 30 minutes to shower and get ready to go ashore, I had been careful not to alert anyone on board and prepared resolutely to solve the problem confronting me. I slipped into the red briefs that I had been wearing the day before and noticed strangely that they seemed slightly lighter and thinner and more transparent than the ones I had purchased prior to coming aboard, standing in front of the mirror I could clearly see through the material to the black curled pubic hair surrounding the apparent form of my cock and balls. I had some doubts as to whether I should wear these to the Police Station as they were to say the least provocative, my mind slipped back to Tom’s instructions earlier that morning and I quickly grabbed my white tropical shorts and drew them up over my buttocks to cover the transparent briefs. Shirt and long knee length socks completed the dress with black shoes. I didn’t bother with the cap that I hated and neglected always to wear. I grabbed my passport and slipped it into my rear pocket and took a wad of all the cash I had with me, about 100 000 Naira in all and stepped quietly out on to the deck.
Getting off the ship was not difficult with all the comings and goings, and I walked to the end of Apapa wharf some 350 metres, quite embarrassing as I walked through literally hundreds of local Dockers and workers milling around in the filthiest conditions imaginable, I stood out like a sore thumb in pristine tropical whites.
The driver had no difficulty in recognising me and made signs for me to join him and another passenger in what was a rundown smelly noisy smoky jalopy that I doubted would ever get us anywhere, the driver however confirmed that Tom had sent him to pick me up to take me to the Immigration “yes Master Tom give very nice photo of him, very good photo, good for wank me and my brother, we show you”, the passenger plunged into the dilapidated dirty glove compartment to pull out a large format well-thumbed and grubby photo of me that had been taken the previous evening by Tom and Linus in my cabin, I was naked except for my such tiny red transparent briefs with Linus stood next to me with his hand around my waist and hand on the top of my left thigh.
“You need to pay in advance 20 000 Naira and we need to check a few things first to make sure you have everything the police will need”. I had plenty with me so paid quickly from the wad that the driver eyed eagerly before starting off.
The heat in the vehicle was almost intolerable as we drove away but stopped just around the corner when the passenger got out and joined me on the back seat with the photo largely in view and the car moved on again.
“First thing I need to see is your passport”, this I took from my back seat pocket and handed to him, he checked briefly and threw forward onto the front seat. “Your uniform we can see is fine, do you have anything else in your pockets, just empty them so we have no problems with the police, they can be very awkward, and we don’t want them to give you trouble”. I showed him the contents of my pockets a hanky and the money that was left. “That’s good the money will help to persuade the police of your innocence; he threw that forward to the front seat and left the hanky on his lap. “Now I need to see you as you were in this photo and see the red lady’s underwear, Tom was very insistent, so just slip off your shirt and shorts”.
“Is that absolutely necessary I can assure you I have exactly the same red briefs on this morning as in the photo”, I argued feebly.
The driver responded “yes we really must check my brother and I that you have all as in the photo, any mistakes and the police will put you directly in jail, believe me sir, very easy just take off shirt and shorts, easy now do it please…..please sir no fuss…..do it now please sir or we leave you here” and he moved to stop on the road side.
I move to undo my shorts….
“start with shirt please Sir….please sir”, I corrected myself and started to unbutton my shirt, the passenger next to me was growing quite intense and started to rub his crotch and the driver turned quickly into a tiny back alley slum road to slow to a stop and turn to watch the show. It was not easy in this run-down wreck but he insisted saying “we need to see you as Tom promised us from the photos first………so young Sir you are going to take down your shorts very slowly so we get a good view …..make no mistakes I need to see a bright and healthy erection as you drop those nice white shorts”.
My hands moved slowly to the short button and unclipped it as my hand moved towards the zip to lift its clasp and slowly descend widening the opening to show clearly contrasting my red transparent briefs. I struggled ungraciously out of my short-sleeved shirt and moved to undo my shorts, the driver indicated to the passenger to pass him my shirt, that he grabbed and checked minutely before folding onto the front seat. I undid the top button and unfastened the clasp of my light cotton shorts to slip them to the floor of the vehicle, as I pulled them down, they caught on the briefs at the back, and I found myself with them to half way down over my buttocks but I quickly redressed and showed myself to my two recent friends.
“Just pass me the shorts too….”, urged the driver to the passenger again, who leaned over to help me slide them over my shoes. “that’s just nice, quite like the photo, let me touch them because they look less transparent than the ones in the photo, or perhaps because you are sat down, stretch out a little and turn towards me, what do you think Brother”.
As he was saying this his hand slipped inside his shorts and started to jerk himself off, his free hand reaching out towards me, I withdrew and reached over for my clothes. “I think you have seen enough to check now let’s get moving to get this thing with the police over and done with”. Grabbing my shirt and shorts from the front seat and pulling them from the hands of the driver as he tried to keep a hold of them. “OK..OK Sir no problem, all is checked now we take you to see police…..you are sure nice little boy in little red lady knickers….love to fuck you sir……you suck for free sir…..my cock red hot……you take cock….show me your hot cock…..lovely sweet ass princess ”, as I dressed the two brothers laughed and joked freely at my expense.
“So now you get out here, please to get out, you find your way. You do not want to play with us tough shit for you. Go now.”
I quickly revised my position and replied that I would do as they wished but that they must help me too.
“OK that’s good so give me your stuff and show us your cock and he’ll show you his.”
I drew back my briefs and showed my cock to both men and they seemed a bit disappointed with size and that it was not rigid.
“Not so good Sir, now he shows you his and you suck for him, or you get out.”
His brothers’ cock was considerably bigger and much more rigid than mine as he showed me while slowly drawing back its foreskin. He laughed as I leaned across to take his cock in hand and started to suck his bellhead. He jostled to get into a comfortable position and thrust his cock further into the back of my throat. I’ve always enjoyed sucking cock and had become something of an expert over recent times and this cock was going to be fun.
The driver wanted to help too by placing his hands on the back of my head and pushing in time and laughing encouragement.
The cock soon climaxed and gave plenty of juice to suck on and he relaxed quickly and pulled up his trousers and stepped out of the car to allow his brother the driver to take his place while he took the driver’s seat and turned to watch.
“Now you suck my cock too Sir, please or you get out now.” They left me little option and now I was having to search for his cock and take his trousers down to find it into the bargain. I quickly got him aroused and after two sucks he was already pumping cum, but a nice load. After which I was allowed to dress, and we drove off, the two men taking delight in how I had a beautiful mouth, supple lips and an active tongue and that perhaps later they would allow me to suck their cocks again and again.
Twenty minutes later we drew up outside what appeared to be a run-down abandoned old office building in the middle of a squalid overcrowded slum area with engine repairs and traders everywhere trying to make a meagre living. I really felt uncomfortable feeling all eyes were on me. There was a building on which one could read a few professional plates indicating repair men, lawyers or salesmen, then at the base leaning against the column a sign board “IMMIGRATION POLICE” painted roughly by hand indicating through to the ground floor. As I got out of the car the driver spoke to two men standing by the roadside pointing at me and laughing and as soon as I moved forward towards the building the car drove away noisily with one brother shouting after me and I turned to notice the two men who had been leaning against the opposite wall who now crossed the road to meet me asking if I was looking for Tom, “yes he is to meet me here this morning to see the Immigration Police”, to which the taller man replied “that’s fine he called to let us know you were coming and asked us to look after you, just follow us and do as you’re told, if you’re innocent you’ll be fine, perhaps” he laughed and patted my bottom.
They led me through the unlit ground floor the stank of urine and seat, passing beggars and ruffians in the corridor to the ground floor area avoiding cans and rubbish strewn across the floor and piles of rubble to a rear stairway that led up to the first floor, I tripped slightly on the uneven steps but was quickly supported by the man following closely behind me as he held my arm “you need to be careful on these steps let me help you”, his hand sliding down to support my buttocks and thrusting me upwards and forwards through a curtained opening leading to a large dimly lit room where three burly officers were sat in one corner at a small wooden desk, waiting with a computer open in front of them obviously relishing whatever it was they were looking at. My two guides had equally followed me into the room and stood now by the door. There was a considerable amount of noise coming up from the bustling street below. I felt extremely uncomfortable at my almost hopeless situation not knowing where I was and no one nearby to help or police to call, I started to tremble with fear and felt tears welling up in my eyes.
As we stood, I saw two or three men from the corridors below slip into the room and move to the back darker side. Several seconds later another three younger adolescents slipped in and went to sit on the floor at the back.
I was hot and shking watching the room slowly fill with chattering men and boys no women.
Then the man behind the desk asked for silence and spoke quietly explaining that the public tribunal was to come to order so proceedings could start.
He then turned to me:
“Sit down just here and let me have your passport”, that I handed quickly over to the guard closest to me trying to explain that Tom was coming to assist me, and we needed to wait for him. “Wait for Tom, I don’t think so young man. You are a very cute and pretty young man, and you are in very big trouble and unfortunately for you, there is no Tom or anybody else for that matter to help you. Now stand up come over here and empty your pockets on the table”, I stood and approached the table placing my keys and money on the table.
“Are you aware of the gravity of the charges against you here with regards to rude acts with another man and you being an expatriate in a foreign country where gay men are executed, you will get at least 10 years in prison for what we have seen from these photos.” He handed me a wad of photos that Tom had taken the previous day. You might like to explain and while you do my colleagues and I need to confirm this is you in the pictures in front of us so just start by getting undressed down to your briefs and if you need help our friends behind you can assist……DO YOU UNDERSTAND?........good now do it slowly…and pass me each item one by one as you are told starting with the shoes and socks…..”.
“move back one step, you two come closer and stand on either side of our handsome little prince…..”
“shoes on the table”,
“socks on the table O.K…..I think you are starting to understand”.
“Your shirt next, on the table like a good boy.” I felt so vulnerable and helpless, I pleaded again for some compassion begging to know what they wanted me for and fearing the worst.
“Just shut up and put your shorts on the desk in front of me.”
I let my shorts slip to the floor and stepped out of them and bent over to pick them up and place them in front of him. There was a stir from the now twenty or so spectators at the back.
“Now go and stand at the back of the room and don’t move until told”.
I moved slowly back to stand in the middle of the crowd that had gathered at the back of the room and stood awkwardly trying to find a place for my hands. I started by placing them behind my back and felt embarrassed and thought I should cover my sex then suddenly I felt my blood running hot and my skin cringing under the stare of this crowd and I realised just how small my little red briefs really were as the droplets of sweat ran down my body and accumulated on my sex pouch which now decided with a mind of its own to swell and show itself off. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else but to no avail.
I pleaded quietly “please I have done nothing wrong, you can’t hold me like this I need to get back to my ship…. please Tom will explain everything to you….”.
“You’ve really not quite understood your predicament young man…….just stand quietly and let me explain.”
He pocketed the remainder of the money and then he bundled up all my things, threw everything into a metal oil barrel waste bin in the corner added some form of fuel and set light to it all while I watched on horrified and helpless watching my passport and clothes disappear in flames.
“You my fine friend have been trapped into slavery, do you understand what that means, no, of course you don’t. You no longer exist except through me and all my friends here.”
“Now slip off those lovely red briefs and put them on the bonfire. NOW!!”
I quickly obeyed and slipped off my briefs and approached the barrel and threw them into the blaze and now stood naked to the view of total strangers with no hope of escape.
The curtain acting as a doorway was worn and dirty and hardly wide enough to cover the opening as I watched people moving up and down the stair way. A further ragged old man appears to have joined us as well but he’s not an officer and just seemed to float in and out.
The senior officer made a sign to the two guards one of whom moved closely behind me and the other who moved to the table and received whispered orders from his colleague then picked up a rag that he turned and tried to force into my mouth, I struggled briefly until being grasped firmly from behind and my nose clasped tightly to force my mouth open and the rag forced completely into my mouth. Impossible to swallow or saliva my tongue immobilised painfully at the base of the palette. I struggled vainly to fight myself free only to be held from both arms. The cord was drawn and tied firmly around my head to ensure it was totally impossible to even murmur. My hands were held still as I was forced to sit.
“Now you will, I hope, start to understand your situation….nod your head to confirm…..thank you my young Prince perhaps we can continue……”.
My guards released my arms as I acquiesced with a brief nod.
“Stand in front of me …..”
I stood and ran desperately for the way out fearing the worst but my guards were expecting that……
“No you obviously have still not understood…..and I will not tie your hands….you will do as you are told even if it takes all of our time and effort”.
“Bring me the cane we’ll quickly show this beauty we mean business”.
The officer pulls up a rickety chair from behind the desk to place it close to where I sat whilst a guard called out down the stairs for someone to bring the cane.
I feel his breathing close to me as he pulls his chair closer. His warm sweaty hand is placed just on the lower right thigh…..
“Just let’s look at each of these photos together, here you are completely naked with another man, here you are parading in ladies underwear tempting a Nigerian national to have sex with you, he has reported you to us and wants to see you put in prison, this is your cabin, we know and can prove it, you have persistently tried to seduce this man and last night you were caught red handed in the act of seducing him………the photos prove everything, what do you think members of the jury…..”. The answer from all those remaining in the room was unanimous.
“So, the jury is unanimous you are condemned to serve us in all things for the rest of your life”.
“You do understand now what is happening to you, don’t you and you understand there is absolutely no point in resisting, you are now lost to all that you knew before you no longer exist, you belong to me and my friends, to resist will only bring you pain and frustration. I am going to show you exactly what I mean and will cane you once, very very hard, it will make you cringe in pain and you will never ever forget the pain inflicted, then you will sit, and we will watch each other for 4 minutes to reflect on your situation. After that I will take off your gag and allow you the possibility to do exactly as you are told……DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM TELLING YOU?” he squeezed tightly my thigh. Once again I confirmed with a nod dreading the coming instances of pain.
A young boy, maybe eight or nine years old had returned with a 1m50 rod of three tresses of oiled paper bound together with electrical insulating tape that he handed directly the officer sat with me and asked if he could stay to watch, the officer agreed pushing him to one side.
He played for a little with his weapon thrashing it up and down in front of my eyes as I heard the whistling thrash pass my ears, my groin winching from fear and expectation.
“Now are you ready…?”.
I whimpered slowly starting to cry, dropping to my knees to beg lenience. My cause was hopeless I knew.
The officer laughed loudly and instructed all his four colleagues to assist in the operation to ensure the victim had nowhere to move and resigned to the sentence. Each took an arm or a thigh to immobilize me totally.
“Now you are held my little Prince show me you cannot move…. better than that fight to get free…. is this exciting your young pretty little balls….? Can you feel his heart beating faster….” His colleague rammed his hand up my thigh to grasp and twist my genitals.
“His heart is racing, and his balls are tight and shrunk…nowhere close to a hard on”, laughed his assistant. “Let me know if there is any reaction at all down there and hold him tight”. His warm fingers grasping my sex and genitals was good and reassuring somehow as I felt the blood flowing slowly to my loins. The other men’s grips on my arms and legs made it extremely difficult to move, although I did struggle as best I could to fight free and it was raising the adrenaline in my veins.
He stood back and tested his stroke length to the base of my spine just above the buttocks, two slight tappets to adjust for measure and then with a deep breath the whole weight of his body was thrown into the whip stoke as it hit, I felt my jaw bit down onto my gag and the excruciating pain rent through every nerve of my body as the rod seared into the flesh and released untold pain, I felt the surge of heat climb inexorably through my nerves to my eyes and started to cry and come close to fainting, my knees trembled and my weight dropped onto the arms supporting each of my limbs and the fist gripping my sex. After three long seconds I regained composure and the arms holding me loosened their grip as I was placed back on the chair in front of the desk.
“How was the reaction, any movement?”.
“This one is really good……his balls tightened in anticipation and rose to the scrotum…..his cock during the anticipation of the stroke swelled slightly and the head hardened surprisingly quickly…..when the stroke was laid on, he jerked forward and his cock went rock hard almost instantly the surge of blood was amazing, you could feel the rush and pumping at a maximum….as the pain went through him you could feel the quiver and the blood draining from his cock as he collapsed…….and he is wet with precum…..the balls pounding to produce……she is a beauty and I think a real prize…..”, he smiled and laughed to his colleagues.
“Then no problem getting a good price for this slut, lets make sure we take care of him and make him into the tool we need” .
The longest four minutes I had ever witnessed now started.
The pain was still searing through my body hindering my reflection of the situation I found myself in. By now it must be at least 9h30. My naked legs were quivering, and my feet were hurting from the sharp concrete floor that had never been finished.
The other occupants had withdrawn to one corner to whisper between them before continuing evidently no longer fearing my attempt to escape and I felt not the slightest inkling to renew my recent painful experience. Instead, I tried to imagine what was to be my fate with these people.
The ship would not worry about me before my watch time and I had left the ship without letting anyone know where I was going, my family and friends would be totally helpless to assist so far away from home, in a country that was abandoned to itself in a lawless chaos out of anybody’s control and who really would care. I should just resign myself and see what happens I could imagine no other option.
My guards appeared now to be convinced that I was going to cooperate and sought confirmation as they approached together.
“We are going to release you now and you are going to not only cooperate young Prince but you are going to do exactly as you are instructed by any one of us at any time and in any place without hesitation and with total devotion, your body, mind and soul belongs to each one of us……have you understood ?”.
I nodded slowly and deliberately in agreement.
“When you are not being used you will stand in the corner back to the wall legs apart and hands behind your neck. Understood.?” I nodded obediently. I was given a woman’s blue shirt type dress and white lace knickers to put on which hardly covered my torso just down to the level of my buttocks and showed clearly below the shirt line. The obvious intention being to excite my new owners.
His hands passed slowly behind my head to release the gag that was giving me so much discomfort, the air rushed into my mouth and throat filling my lungs and I felt newly released to move and feel free, that feeling was to be short lived.
“You will not say one word or in any way intimate disagreement or disgust at what you will be obliged to do at any moment……you will nod your head to confirm”.
I nodded slowly to each of my captors’ one after the other. Each guard moved opposite me in order to look me straight in the eye as I nodded confirmation. My whole life seemed to stop at each instant I acknowledged their individual slavery. The word was now firmly anchored in my mind’s eye as my fate became more evident with each second that passed.
“right let’s have you standing back to the wall facing all of us…..NOW”, my mind was not quick to respond but I stood to move and obey the order given as I felt the tip of the cane whip out to strike my right upper arm with an unexpected force that surprise me and ripped into my nerves causing me to yelp loudly as I moved more quickly across the room to place my back to the wall.
“I heard you yelp like a puppy…..I’m not convinced you have understood quite perfectly what is required of a little slut slave like you……”.
The cane came down again on my right shoulder with less force but equal pain and I very quickly align my back to the wall, I was truly starting to understand very, very quickly and painfully.
My back to the wall I listened attentively for the next order, my whole body shaking from fear.
The dominant guard seeing me tremble approached me slowly and pressed his mouth to my ear.
“CROUCH……STAND……CROUCH…..STAND….”. He continued as I dropped instantly to my heels and stood instantly as instructed.
“Now I think we are starting to understand my beautiful Prince, such a fine face and features, a slight beard forcing its way through, so young and fresh…..you are going to give my friends and I a great deal of fun and satisfaction training you before you rejoin your new master…..you are worth a great deal of money to us as soon as we get you broken and educated correctly and learning how to obey without question in all and any circumstances….. Your body and mind must be totally dominated and relinquish all forms of independence and resistance whatever the physical and mental cost to you”.
“Face the wall…. spread-eagled…..good this could be easier than we thought my friends….anyone like to start?”
There was silence for a short instance before a deeper voice barked out “face front” I saw he had recuperated the cane and appeared ready to use it. “Step forward…….” My body relaxing a little now as the movements reduced the tension, I stepped briskly forward and saw the guard lifting the cane to my cheek sliding its tip slowly down over my lips to the first button on my shirt “OPEN…..with one hand……” the whip spat out at my left hand forcing me to withdraw it sharply as the pain lingered the cane then slip to rest on the next button resisting its descent “OPEN…..OPEN……OPEN…..” until the shirt was totally open to the waist, using his cane the shirt was pushed slowly wider and wider until my nipples showed clearly and accessible, the shirt was pushed over the shoulders to drop to the floor. My torso was now naked and white as the cane sketched curves across and around the two tiny pert little nipples that were so evidently virgin from any form of previous abuse.
The sharp spurs of the cane were rubbing the nipples to erection as another guard manoeuvred behind me to access my nipples with his rough hands to pinch them sharply between his thumbs and fore fingers the pain was deliciously stinging and sent a tingle directly to my groin as I began to feel a sudden unexpected surge of excitement well up inside me, my whole body squirmed as I sank to try to escape the grip, the cane rectified immediately my squirms as it came down sharply across my upper thighs, keeping my hands and body rigidly still was proving to be extremely difficult but I must resist.
“your nipples are far too small we need to see them grow ten fold over the next four days before we can ship you out so lets start now……bring over the suction pads and clamps”.
“shall we work him standing or lying down …..I think lying down is going to be more practical so lie him across the desk…….”.
They had destroyed all that remained of my previous life, I was alone and helpless a slave to someone else’s destiny, I could not help but be totally overwhelmed by despair and broke into tears.
“SO OUR LITTLE PRINCE IS A WIMP…….give me my cane”.
The first stoke hit me fairly across the back and again over the shoulder, I wretched to avoid the next stroke that hit across the back of the thighs and again a second stroke. My body was in excruciating pain reeling from his powerful attack. I stood immediately ignoring my despair and the pain waiting for the next order which was not late in coming.
“BACK TO THE WALL bitch.”.
My erection had disappeared under the onslaught.
“you need to learn a thing or two…. like enjoying a whipping and finding it erotic….you will learn my Prince”. He whispered in my ear.
“Now you will place your back flat to the wall, arms stretched towards the ceiling and hands joined flat together......nice.....now drop your head and stretch your arms upward....good now we are starting to understand....stay like that until I tell you to move”.
He stepped away dragging the cane across the dust ridden floor, turned and raised the cane to my armpit, the end of the cane was quivering slightly against the tender underarm hair...
“I told you to stretch those arms ...”, the quivering cane changed to a shorter sharper stroke, the cane was being slowly drawn across the chest down over the strained muscles of the abdomen to the belly button and pushed to force my back flat against the wall.
The cane fell slightly as I stretched further and drew breath. Now its jagged points were caught on the fine white tissue of my tight knickers, the guard pushed the point into the tissue and pubic hair beneath and twisted and turned the cane to draw the fine material together then with a jerk yanked the cane away tearing a full section away and hanging from a torn strip. Dragging the cane downward continue to tear and strip the last remaining meagre remnants of clothing off my body. As I stepped out of the tattered remains of underwear that were hooked to the end of the cane rose steadily against the inside on my leg coming to a halt at the crotch, pushing backwards and forwards between testicles and thigh.
My muscles and legs trembled from the stretching as the four other guards now moved closer to surround my naked sweating and trembling body each obviously enjoying the view of my state of total submission, two hands fell on each shoulder pinning to the wall, my hands still stretching to the ceiling, from either side my buttocks were pushed to the wall. The work started on my nipples, pulling twisting pinching rubbing and sucking expertly drawing out the erect nipples to a maximum. In my groin pubic hairs were being combed, groomed and plucked one after the other. The pummelling seemed interminable as hands were assailing my body from all sides neglecting no square inch of the pubic zone and surrounding the genitals, the pain was not difficult to support burning slightly after each tuft was yanked from its roots, the nipples were even numbed now and sore with extreme sensitivity at each renewed assault causing me to try and squirm away from the attack resistance was proving impossible and the mind resolved itself to inevitable resignation.
The hands were moving around to draw from the hair between the cheeks considerably more sensitive once the apparent depilation was complete the guards withdrew gradually the last hands lingering for a final verification of cock and balls my initial position resumed and stretch in place.
My whole body felt sore and burnt.
“That looks better already, it’s down to you to ensure it stays that way…. now back in place”, the cane dropped again tracing a welt straight across my left hip with a searing pain I had almost forgotten, stretching was all the more difficult as I stood on the tip of my toes to emphasise the stretch.
“Move forward one step at a time my cane will correct any errors in comportment, make sure you stay in line one foot behind the other in steps of 15 to 20 cms, remain stretched with hands above your head, we need to see your butt tight and tense, I will let you know hard enough if its not”,
I pushed my way off the wall with my butt and raised my left foot to make a step forward and already the cane was at work stroking the inside of my calf to guide the foot around in a full half circle and back into line, a sharp upward stroke at my balls crippling any possible movement and causing me to drop from the stretched position, this one slip caused a further rain of three strokes to the hip, thigh and calf.
“Back to the wall you stupid cunt, you’ve understood nothing at all…..shall we try again”.
My positive nod was instant…..the guard stroked the floor to indicate for me to restart, he stood beside me placing his hand directly on my left buttock, clasping softly and stroking up and down guiding my steps forward with his cane in the dust. From his position his cane was moving up between my legs to the top inside thigh where he used it to position the legs during the last step.
“You need to get that neat little ass of yours tighter, tense the muscles….”, trying to tense the muscles of both cheeks needed concentration but the flat handed slaps from my master helped me to focus.
With one hand on my left cheek he slid his right hand to my balls and gripped them tightly around the sack within the forefinger and thumb, this uncovered the dicks head gland and tightened the ball sack, his grip tightened further. The left hand spread across the cheek and the index was searching out the ass hole, as he came closer his grip tightened on the balls.
“OK you were right this bitch is good, he reacts well to everything and is real sensitive….an artist……well done you guys for finding him….”. His hand moved then to confirm the same reaction from a sharp squeeze of the nipples.
“Last things we need to clear for today is ass hole penetration and final markings for the slave trade…. and also we need to see him cum and quantities for productivity, we should be done before night fall”.
“Nice tight little ass for the moment but we will soon change that, we need some cum to grease up a little, go and lean over the desk”, he barked and slapped my cheek, “you guys need to get over here and jerk off on his little butt, grease up and fist, understood….”.
“My little prince this is going to be a tough time for you, should take a few hours, you guys will have to take it in turns until we get what we’re looking for”.
The little boy, who had been watching all this from the side was called over and asked if he would like to milk the slut and grease his ass. Before we all settle down to work. The boy agreed eagerly and moved to where I was standing and told me to kneel and spread my legs. The officer perfected my position with the help of his cane, lowering my head to the floor nose and forehead to the ground and chest as low as possible. Ass high in the air and back and rump perfectly curved, knees spread 50cms and finally arms stretched out front and palms to the ground.
The boy kneeled behind me and grasped firmly my erect cock and very, very slowly started to use both hands to draw back my foreskin to its very limit and beyond, then massaging the bell head to spread the pre cum.
The position was not too uncomfortable but the concrete floor hurt my knees and keeping my ass up to height was difficult and my new little client was turning out to be a real sadist massaging my balls with his fingertips, drawing back my foreskin further and further, squeezing and drawing the bellhead and fingering the urethra seeking out my cum from its hiding place.
After a short while he brought me to a superb orgasm that he collected in his hand and wiped the final drops before rubbing it all into my tight little ass.
“Slut over the desk, stretch out and spread your legs”.
“You guys know the routine, we work it with fingers and hands first, well greased with cum we stretch and dilate, then we penetrate and finally fist……you two start for the first hour.
I was in place over the desk and legs spread and my first two guards were already fingering and massaging my hole from either side, each trying to gain access and stretching and pulling my tender cheeks. I grasped the edge of the desk to maintain my position feeling their fingers penetrating deeper and deeper massaging in and out and around in regular movements. It felt good whilst is was well lubricated with what smelt like cooking oil brought up from the street below.
The other guards had left now leaving me with my two friends and what seemed to a constant coming and going of different spectators or interested parties enjoying the show.
The real old shabbily dressed peasant took advantage to get his hands on my cock for a quick pump and massage.
By the end of their 1 hour session my ass hole felt tight and stretched and the guys could already get two fingers in each and still massage and stretch. It was my cock that felt sore from the old man’s massage.
The other two guards returned from their rest period and relieved the others.
These two were harsher and had me walk around the room several times and once even down the stairs to the courtyard where passers-by stared in curiosity.
Once again bent over the bench and my two new guards were a good deal more aggressive at dilating my hole, forcing two three then four fingers in from each side pouring in more oil and massaging deeper and deeper. It was painful initially but after 10 minutes I became accustomed to the massage and even started to accept and enjoy it.
This session went on for what seemed about two hours when the boy brought me some fish on a stick for me to eat that was very spicy but was all the same very welcome and a plastic bag full of water to drink. Curiously he kept the stick that I was to find out later was to be used to torture my cock to great effect.
It was a bottle of Star beer that was to be used as the dimension standard for my asshole and my nipples were to be grown to the size of large peanuts.
The head man returned just before dusk to appraise progress and he overall seemed satisfied with my general condition, although I felt sore all over and exhausted, I paraded back and forth before the boss and was to be prepared for the night. That meant a cold shower in the courtyard downstairs then steel collar and heavy 30mts chain attached to a hook in the corridor.
My nipples were to be given suction pods to be left on overnight and a 5kgs weight attached to balls and cock and last of all a butt plug the size of a smooth rubber tennis ball, attached to a hook and string. My hands were attached with steel manacles to my collar, and if considered necessary a gag was left on the floor.
The old man who had been with us most of the day was to be the night watchman, that prospect really didn’t give me much confidence but I wasn’t about to complain.
I was to sleep on a small worn-out dense foam mattress about 40cms wide and 1m50 in length and it smelt strongly of chloroform and as a cover I was given a simple sheet of cloth that also smelt of chloroform.
As the day light faded at six in the evening the others started to leave giving me a last-minute slap or a wave as they went out.
The watchman settled down in the opposite corner with a candle and petrol stove sat on a makeshift stool made from a wooden box. I too settled to try and sleep as I cried myself into a light doze.
I was disturbed some time later by the old man stroking my cock into action with some gentle fingertip massage, my cover had been taken off, it must have been quite late, and I was a willing participant until the old man brought in two other men from the dark corridor, who I quickly recognised from their voices as my driver and his brother, and they had obviously paid off the watchman and they were not here to help me to escape.
They both crouched in front of me gloating as I sat up, “Sir is looking good, but I don’t understand Sir has no clothes on. Hmmm naked as a baby, I like you so much like that Sir.” They both laughed out loud.
“So now Sir, as you’re not doing anything important right now, we think that just perhaps, you might need to suck my cock again. Hmm… What do you think Sir?”
I made no reply but felt quite excited at the thought of sucking his cock again. My whole body hurt but my mouth somehow longed for his beautiful cock.
Except for a flicker of light in the corner of the room it was pitch dark. I sat up with my back to the wall and spread my legs, I was not going to resist, how could I and why. The blood was rushing to my loins and my cock was bouncing into a strong erection in anticipation, and the old watchman had not failed to notice. The driver had stayed close to me and the watchman while his brother had moved away out of view, but I heard him getting undressed in the far corner. The 5kgs weight on my balls were a hindrance to my movement but I could at least make myself a little more comfortable and adjust my seated position. My hands attached to my collar was the most awkward restraint leaving no support to sit up straight but the old man helped me to get into position and draw back my foreskin while he was there.
“Sir is so kind and ready now, come brother fuck Sirs face good and proper.”
Each man was placed on either side and had a hand on my thighs balls or cock while the brother was now stood in front of me with his large cock dangling limply before my lips. I raised my manacled hands that had just enough freedom to reach his cock, to lift its tip to my lips and gently withdraw its foreskin, the scent of his precum filled my head and I could feel his erection bursting into life. My lips opened over his tasty bell head, I had to open my mouth wide to get it all in, then he started to put his full weight behind it with a loud grunt and he was at the entrance to my throat. I managed with pressure on his cock and balls to get him to withdraw sufficiently to get my tongue into his urethra and foreskin to excite him to a climax before he thrust himself and his cum to the depth of my gullet. He trembled from pleasure as his ejaculation shot into the depths of my throat. As he pulls out I held back his cock to finish correctly and clean up the very last drops. I was pleased with my work and had enjoyed it and he had as well judging from the smirk on his face. He walked away to get dressed I supposed then revised and came back for me to suck a few more times.
Then his stupid brother had the brilliant idea of selling my services from the corridor, only the watchman was a bit doubtful as he was supposed to be looking after me, but he was quickly convinced by the possibility of making a bit of cash.
The old man helped me to my feet and walked me out into the small corridor the 5kgs forged weight hanging by a sisal string tied tightly around my balls and about 30cms long hung down between my knees swinging back and forth, more cumbersome than painful really, but designed mainly to stop me from running away, I think. My chain allowed me about a 30m length of lead just enough to pee or shit outside. A meagre light was found to place next to me and I was left to stand there while the two younger men went off to find clients. It was early morning I gathered and there was still a lot of activity in the area with small bars and taverns and I heard some people talking and moving around in the building. The old man stayed crouched beside me comforting me with a stroke on the ass and thigh or by making my life a misery by maliciously torturing my cock with the wooden fish skewer he had picked up, using it to poke and hit the exposed bellhead of my cock to keep it alive and erect. The stick is sharp and very pointed about 25 cms long and about the same thickness as a pencil and he would constantly poke my tightly tied balls or all along my cock and then finish off by striking sharply the very tip. I begged him to stop but he would just laugh and continue harder.
I was so relieved when one of our drivers returned with some clients, the driver was leading what appeared to be two middle aged men, one of whom was very fat and the other very thin.
They stopped in front of me to inspect the merchandise and then started to negotiate the service and the price at 1000NGN the treat for a blow job or 500 NGN the hand job and facial cream pie.
My driver friend drove a hard bargain and won over and fixing the tariff for the night.
The fat man and I, helped by the little old watchman, shuffled around the corner behind the curtain and I sucked the fat man’s small rigid penis but it was a long difficult process getting my head into position under his large belly then trying to find something to suck on wasn’t easy but with the watchman’s sadistic encouragement with his pointed stick still jabbing and tapping my balls and cock while I’m crouching and finally lying down in order to allow him to sit on my face and leave my legs wide open to assault.
The fat man finished and walked out, I and the watchman remained where we were on my small foam bed. The tall thin man took his turn with his long thin cock he penetrated deep into my throat and gave long slow movements that I enjoyed, and he climaxed quickly and violently after several minutes. Thankfully the watchman had decided to put his stick down and was busy wanking his cock all over my leg.
I rested a while before new customers arrived and by sunrise, I had seen 14 diverse types of cock and swallowed a pint of cum.
I managed to sleep for about an hour before the watchman woke me again with a mug of sweet coffee and a biscuit and getting me to piss in a bucket, I didn’t feel like a shit. He washed me down with a wet flannel and I lay for another hour or so before the headman turned up on his own, he was apparently quite happy as he had found a buyer for me at a good rate provided, he could get me to him before 6pm that day.
I had apparently been sold to a ship delivering cement to Nigeria that was now part of an enormous waiting list to offload. Some 70 boats were now at anchor off Lagos Apapa port.
The traffickers got a good price for me apparently $5000, and I was to join a Panamanian registered ship that belonged to a Nigerian bandit with a reputation for human trafficking.
My role I understood was to work in the engine room and keep the 15-man African crew “happy”. I was to be transported that morning by dinghy from an Apapa private jetty and it was of course my favourite drivers that were to take me there.
My butt plug was taken out my ass wiped down and the chain was detached from my collar The drivers arrived and I was gagged and my head covered with an old cement bag and lead downstairs to the taxi. For once it was silence during the drive and after an hour’s drive I was walked across a beach and handed over to two others and put into a small wooden boat with an outboard motor. I remember the ride took about 2 hours across choppy seas and I was regularly sprayed by waves breaking over the bow.
We arrived alongside the rusty old junk ship and the bag over my head was removed and the chain from the manacles on my wrists was detached from my collar. The weather was tropical of course but I felt a chill run through my naked body as I climbed the gang plank alone and the boat that had brought me pulled away with the two men.
I climbed the rickety broken gangway which was dangerous in itself with steps missing and handrails broken and dangling with the sway of the sea, I envisaged throwing my self to my death but quickly pushed that idea to the back of my mind.
There wasn’t a soul about on this dirty rusty old wreck just waiting to sink. I didn’t know where to go, perhaps the officers’ quarters where I was used to or in my condition perhaps aft to the crews’ quarters. As I tried to decide a tall young muscular man came out of rear aft deck and walked towards me. He was taller than me with a pair of torn and worn shorts that clung tightly to his body showing his very well endowed masculinity and he wore oily flip flops on his feet. He was ruggedly handsome jet black skin colour very large flat nostrils and thick large pulpous lips a slightly prominent lower jaw that showed his bright white teeth and he had 2 large tribal scars across both sides of his face and he was carrying a rope lead.
He wasted no time with niceties just gave me a look over from head to toe then hooked his lead to my collar and took me aft with him.
We entered his cabin and he locked the door behind him.
