Below Deck – Slaves Aboard
In a world where slavery is legal because of the Sampson Slavery Laws. TV has used this as an opportunity to boost ratings, slavery and humiliation of slaves, including nudity is broadcast to the world. The following is a spinoff of the show Below Deck, Called Below Decks - Slaves on Board.
Chad has just been sentencing to a lifetime enslavement for extorting vulnerable elderly people. At the auction he was bought by Captain Lee. He will serve his sentence on board the yacht named Clotilda where he will need to follow all orders for the rest of his life.
Chad is taken onboard the yacht by the slave police, he is still wearing his prison uniform, usually slaves are stripped nαkid after sentence, but Captain Lee wanted him stripped on TV and not before. Chad walks onto the boat, Captain Lee stares at him.
"Welcome on board the Clotilda." Captain Lee says. Chad looks around the boat he notices five other slaves all naked, doing jobs, not paying him any attention, he looks at all the cameras, he knows is life will be recorded, edited and made into award winning TV.
He sighs as Captain Lee begins to speak. "Slave, time for you to strip naked. Throw your clothes overboard, you won't need them anymore" the captain orders. Oh, great... just great. Sighs. Ugh, I can't believe this is happening. glances around, eyes widening slightly as he takes in the other slaves
“Well, I guess I'm not exactly in a position to argue, am I? “He mutters under his breath Least they could've done is give me a private strip-down or something. This is gonna be so humiliating... looks down, fingers twitching nervously
“Fine.” He starts unbuttoning his shirt, hands shaking slightly. Captain Lee notices his attitude but doesn’t say anything. Captain Lee smiles lewdly, "Take it all off boy!" He shouts, laughing loudly as Chad continues to strip down. The slaves in the background look up briefly, used to the spectacle.
Once Chad is fully nude, the captain motions for him to come closer. "Now the fun part," he says, rubbing his hands together gleefully. "Kneel!" he orders. Chad swallows hard, humiliation burning like acid in his chest slowly approaches, knees trembling. Chad falls to his knees.
"Stay kneeling, our first charter of the season is about to begin, it’s a group of 8 frat guys. Clyde the birthday boy is from a prestigious family. When they enter the boat, you will crawl to each one and kiss their bare feet and you will say welcome on board, Sir" Captain Lee orders.
The other slaves get on their knees behind Chad. The 8 frat guys, all beautiful step on board the ship, they burst out laughing at the site of the naked slaves on their knees. The are wearing vests, board shorts and are barefoot.
“You've gotta be kidding me” Chad mutters, his face burning with embarrassment. He'd rather be swimming in shark-infested waters than doing this. He watches as the frat guys board, their laughter echoing through the deck. He feels like a piece of meat, nothing more.
The worst part is, he knows millions are watching this at home. He steels himself, clenching his jaw and fists. He's not going down without a fight, not even when he's already been brought so low. "Slave, you heard my orders" Captain Lee says to him.
Chad closes his eyes tightly, fighting back tears. He can't believe his life has come to this. He takes a deep breath, opens his eyes, and starts crawling towards the first frat guy, the words "Welcome on board, Sir" stuck in his throat like a bitter pill.
The first frat guy extends his foot to Chad's face, smirking as he watches Chad approach. The other slaves are also crawling behind him, waiting their turn. Chad's heart sinks, but he forces himself forward, trying to maintain whatever dignity he has left.
He reaches the frat guy's foot, feeling utterly degraded. He hesitates for just a beat too long, then quickly presses his lips against the sole of the foot, the contact sending a wave of shame through him.
“Welcome...welcome on board, Sir.” He stammers, his voice barely audible. His eyes burn, but he refuses to let himself cry. Not yet, at least. Chad moves to the next Frat boy and kisses his foot, only six more to go he thinks.
The slaves are following him kissing the feet of the frat boy just after he has. Chad repeats the humiliating process, his movements mechanical, a mix of disgust and despair swirling inside. He tries not to think about how many people are watching, how many people are entertained by his suffering. He's a nameless, faceless slave now, forced to worship these...these...brats.
He moves onto the next one, his stomach churning. He's starting to feel numb, like he's observing himself from outside his body. It's the only way to cope. With only two feet left to kiss, Chad can hear the Frat guys discussing and laughing among themselves about the slave’s obedience.
Oh, great...they’re having a field day, aren’t they? He thinks, his shame deepening. He swallows hard, his knees aching from the hard deck. Just...just get it over with, Chad. He whispers silently, his mind racing. He focuses on the last two feet, trying not to listen to their jeers.
But it’s hard, especially when they’re so close, their amusement palpable. "Ok Slaves, take the guys luggage to their room" Captain Lee orders. A blonde frat guy name Clyde, lifts Chad up from the deck. "This one is mine" he says to Chad while pointing at his luggage at the side of the boat.
Startled by being suddenly lifted, Chad stumbles slightly, his arms flailing before he catches himself. His cheeks burn even brighter, if that's possible, as Clyde makes his claim clear. He glances at the luggage, then back at Clyde, feeling like a possession rather than a person.
“Yeah, yeah... got it.” He mutters, his voice low and resentful. He reaches for the luggage, trying to ignore Clyde's smug expression. He hauls the bag, his bare feet padding against the deck, his entire body tense with resentment.
Clyde leads Chad through the boat, admiring his body along the way as he walks. "You are going to make a fantastic pet, aren't you?" he says with a wink. Chad stiffens, hating how Clyde ogles him like a prized trophy. He clenches his jaw, biting back a scathing remark.
He settles for a sullen glare, trudging behind Clyde, wishing he could melt into nothingness. Pet?! Like hell, I am. He doesn't respond, keeping his eyes down, but his silence is laced with defiance. He'll do what he's told, but he won't give Clyde the satisfaction of thinking he's already broken.
Clyde opens a door to a luxurious room and tosses Chad into it. "Make yourself comfortable." he laughs as he closes the door behind him. Chad crashes onto the floor, skin crawling with indignation. He scrambles up, his eyes darting around the luxurious room, taking it all in. It's like a slap in the face he's a slave, but they're living it up.
Comfortable. Ha. Yeah, right. He paces, feeling trapped. The room might be fancy, but it's still a cage. He stops in front of the door, testing its handle. Locked, of course. He growls softly, frustrated. He flops down on the floor, crossing his arms over his chest, seething.
From the hall, the sounds of raucous laughter and cheers could be heard. It seems like the party has begun without them. Chad could hear another slave being led to another room by another Frat boy.
Chad's fists clench, his jaw tightening as the revelry continues without him. He's stuck in here while they're having the time of their lives out there. He strains his ears, listening to the other slave being led away.
At least he's not alone in this nightmare. But that's small comfort when he's still a prisoner. He hates feeling left out of the action, even if that action is humiliating him on live television. Anything would be better than being cooped up in here, ignored.
Clyde lies on the bed and looks at the naked Chad "Put my clothes away, and fold them neatly" he orders, in tone that leaves not room to argue. Chad's resentment spikes, but he knows better than to argue. He's been warned enough times about disobeying orders.
He swallows his pride, the sour taste lingering. “Fine.” He grits his teeth, marching over to Clyde's suit case. His hands shake slightly as he begins to pick them up, carefully smoothing out wrinkles. Folding. Neatly. As if he's some kind of damn butler.
He avoids eye contact, his focus burning holes into the fabric instead. He'd rather be swabbing the decks or scrubbing toilets, anything but catering to this...this...privileged jerk.
As Chad is working, Clide slides down his shorts, he is watching Chad like he is a piece of meat, he starts to stroke his dick, as he stares at Chads ass. "I am going to be so famous when this episode airs" he says while lightly moaning.
Oh, hell no. Chad freezes mid-fold, his skin crawling with revulsion. He can feel Clyde's eyes crawling all over him, like maggots. His instincts scream at him to run, but his legs won't budge. He's trapped.
He focuses on the clothes, his knuckles white as he grips the fabric too tightly. He tries to block out Clyde's words, his...sounds. But it's hard, especially knowing that millions will see this. Clyde's gonna be famous? Like hell, he's already infamous in his book. Asshole.
But he knows he can't say anything, when the judge ordered him to a lifetime of slavery, he knew his life was over, he has watched the punishment games, a TV show dedicated to punish slaves who break rules, he has seen on the streets how slaves are treated for disobedience.
All he can do is pack away Clyde's clothes and follow orders like a good slave. The memory of the judge's gavel slamming down echoes in his mind, a constant reminder that he's lost all control. He has to be careful, so damn careful. One misstep, one wrong word, and...
Chad's breath hitches, his fingers trembling slightly as he continues folding. He remembers the slaves on TV, the ones who dared to speak out, to resist. They didn't last long. They ended up writhing in agony, begging for mercy. He won't be that stupid.
He takes a deep breath, his resolve hardening. He'll do what he's told. He'll be a "good" slave. For now. As Clyde continues to stroke, he moans again. "Hey slave, come over here and finish me off, use the pretty little mouth of yours" he says while looking down at his hard dick.
Chad's stomach drops. He feels sick, like he's been punched in the gut. He knows what Clyde wants, and he's powerless to refuse. A cold sweat breaks out across his forehead. He's never...not like this. Not willingly.
He hesitates, his feet rooted to the spot. He glances at the door, praying someone, anyone, will walk in and save him. But he knows better. He's alone, utterly alone. He swallows hard, the sound echoing in his ears.
He takes a step forward, then another, his heart pounding. He's going to throw up. He's going to, surrender. Clyde grabs Chad by his hair and forcefully pulls him closer "Did I stutter, slave?" he says, his breath hot against Chad's face.
The pain in his scalp is sharp, a spark of pure fury igniting beneath his skin. But it's quickly extinguished by the crushing weight of his circumstances. He can't fight back. He can't even flinch. He's paralyzed, his throat dry, unable to speak. The hot breath on his face makes him shudder.
He nods, mechanically, mechanically, mechanically. Because that's all he can do. Because the alternative is...unthinkable. He'll do whatever it takes. Just...please, don't.... He closes his eyes, trying to disappear.
Clyde pushes his cock into Chad’s mouth, his moans getting louder. "That's right, suck it good" he encourages him with a rough grip on his hair. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, shame burning through him like wildfire. He's forced to obey, forced to surrender.
He hates every second, every inch, every repulsive sound Clyde makes. He's numb, disconnected, trying to pretend it's not happening. His mind screams, but his body betrays him, following orders like a well-trained dog. He wishes he could vanish, cease to exist, anything to escape this hell.
He wants to bite down, hard. Oh, how he wants to. But he won't. He can't. After a few more minutes Clyde finishes, pulling himself from Chad's mouth, leaving Chad coughing and gasping for air.
Chad chokes, his body shaking from the shock of it all. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to erase the lingering taste, the humiliation. His eyes burn, but he refuses to cry. He won't give Clyde or anyone that satisfaction.
He remains on his knees, panting, his chest heaving. It's hard to catch his breath, and harder still to reconcile himself to this new reality. The bell rings and Clyde smiles "Time for birthday dinner, did Captain Lee tell you about my special request?" he asks Chad.
Chad's ears perk up, wary. Special request? That doesn't sound good. Not one bit. He shakes his head, still avoiding eye contact. His throat's sore, and he doesn't trust his voice right now. Not after... Just...just spit it out, Clyde.
"Of course he didn't tell you. It's a surprise!" Clyde says with a sly grin, he leans over and grabs Chad's arm "Come on slave, time for some fun! Surprise. Surprise my ass. He scowls, his arm tensing automatically against Clyde's grip. Great. Just great. More fun. More humiliation.
His stomach churns, dread pooling in the pit of his belly. He's not sure how much more of this "fun" he can take. Clyde's enthusiasm is like nails on chalkboard. Chad's teeth grind together, but he follows, because what choice does he have?
They walk out onto the deck, Chad didn't even notice the yacht had set sail. The dinner table has a white cloth on it, with shackles at the top and bottom. Clyde hands Chad a pill and a glass of water. "Swallow this" he orders handing Chad the water and pill.
Chad's anxiety spikes, his gaze darting between the shackles and the pill. He's starting to freak out, his palms growing slick. He doesn't know what's going on, but he's pretty sure he's not gonna like it. He hesitates, the pill hovering dangerously close to the edge of his palm.
He swallows hard, trying to push down the rising panic. He looks up at Clyde, searching for answers, but the guy's face is a brick wall. Fine. Play it that way. He'll play along. For now.
He pops the pill into his mouth, washing it down with a cautious sip of water. He swallows, feeling the bitter taste linger.
The other slaves walk over to him and guide him to the table, the lay him on his back on the table and cuff his feet to the shackles and then his hands, he is spread eagle, he looks at his dick which is now rock hard pointing up at the ceiling. Oh god...oh god, no.
He tugs at the restraints, panic setting in. His body betrays him, reacting against his will. He's trapped, exposed, vulnerable. He tries to focus on anything else, anything, but his body's betrayal is impossible to ignore. He's mortified, his face burning with embarrassment.
He turns his head away, refusing to look at Clyde or anyone else. He can hear their murmurs, their amusement, and it only makes him more desperate to escape.
A slave wheels out a trolly with lots of different food on it. He takes sushi and starts to place it on his chest starting with his belly button and making a line go up his chest, wasabi is then smeared onto his nipples. more appetisers and spreads are placed on his naked body.
The slave then takes 8 thinly slice pineapple rings and the guides the hole through his stiff penis. "My special request, is that we have a slave as our dinner table, no plates needed. We are going to eat and lick all this food off you, the viewers at home are going to love this" Clyde smirks.
Chad can't breathe. He's going into sensory overload, disgust and shame warring for dominance. His skin crawls under their touches, the cold food a jarring contrast to the heat of his own degradation.
Eat off him? Like he's some kind of...of buffet? His stomach churns, threatening to rebel against the pill and the humiliation. He squeezes his eyes shut, wishing he could will it all away. Unseen, a single tear escapes, tracing a hot path down his temple into his hairline.
He's utterly defiled, used, reduced to nothing but an object for their twisted entertainment. Clyde dips his finger into some wasabi and starts rubbing it in circles on Chad's nipples, he turns to the others "Who wants the first taste?" as if this was all casual.
A whimper escapes his lips before he can choke it back. His nipple stings, sending shocks of pain straight to his core. He grits his teeth, his mind racing. This is insane. They're treating him like a freaking buffet, like a piece of meat. Like he's less than nothing.
He wants to scream, to beg, to plead with them to stop. But he doesn't dare. He's too scared. He's completely powerless. He shakes his head wildly, trying to deny the reality, trying to break free, even though he knows he's stuck.
One of the guy’s steps forward and licks the wasabi off Chad's nipple, "Mmmm...spicy!" he laughs. His entire body tenses, the laughter like a slap in the face. Spicy? That's it? That's all they have to say? His chest heaves, his breaths coming quick and shallow.
He tries to shrink away, but the shackles hold him firm. He's pinned down, a living, breathing feast, forced to endure their twisted pleasure. His eyes fly open, blazing with fury, but he doesn't speak, refuses to give them the satisfaction of hearing him beg or plead.
"My turn Clyde says" he looks at the pineapple rings around Chads dick, he leans down taking Chads dick in his mouth moving down and taking a bite out of the pineapple "That was fun, any of you guys want a go, Nathan what about you?" he says while looking at his buddy.
Chad's face is aflame. He'd die of embarrassment if he could. As it stands, he's drowning in it. His face contorts, his jaw clenched so tight his teeth ache. He's trembling, humiliated beyond words. He feels sick, like he's going to throw up.
He can't believe this is happening. He can't believe they're...doing this. Eating off him, laughing, treating him like some kind of...plaything. He shakes his head again, mutely, desperately, but it's useless. He's trapped, silenced, helpless.
Nathan nods as he moves forward and takes Clyde's place, biting off another piece of the pineapple still wrapped around Chad's dick, then taking Chad's dick into his mouth.
Chad's face falls, his eyes welling up. He can't believe they're all taking turns, like it's some sort of sick game. Each time, he flinches, his heart racing, his mind racing faster. He wishes he could vanish, shrink away, disappear.
He's hyper-aware of every movement, every bite, every touch. It's like his whole world has shrunk down to this single, degrading moment. He feels like he's losing himself, piece by piece, to their amusement and cruelty.
He closes his eyes, desperately wishing he could turn back time. He'd do anything, anything to be free. Nathan finishes, swallowing and stepping back. Clyde looks at Chad's food laden body, with the sushi now sliding down his chest and some bits of pineapple stuck to his dick.
He doesn't dare open his eyes, doesn't want to see the mess, the mess that is him. The proof of their twisted games. He can feel the food sliding, slipping, sticky and cold.
He shakes violently, his body tensing against the restraints. He wants to scream, to cry, to beg them to stop, but he's frozen. Frozen in a prison of his own shame. He can sense Clyde's eyes on him, boring into him, revelling in his misery. His skin prickles, and he shivers uncontrollably.
Two of the frat guys go either side of Chads dick and start to lick the juices that are rolling down his balls, the rest of the frat guys go to his chest and start to lick the spreads.
He gasps, his whole-body convulsing. He's paralyzed, unable to move, unable to escape. They're...they're swarming him, devouring him, literally. His mind is reeling, spiralling downward. He feels like he's drowning in their attention, suffocating under their tongues.
"Stop," he croaks, barely audible, his voice barely a whisper. It's a pathetic attempt, a last-ditch effort. He knows they won't listen. They never do. They're monsters, savouring his agony.
One of the guys puts an elbow on Chad's thigh for more leverage and really gets into it, licking up and down his shaft, while the other on his balls.
His throat constricts, strangling any further sounds. He can't...he can't deal with this. The sensation, the heat, everything. It's too much. The conflicting desires to simultaneously push them away and pull them closer are tearing him apart.
He twists, fighting against the unyielding metal, his fingers grasping futilely. His eyes fly open again, wide and wild, darting from one face to another, searching for mercy that's clearly not forthcoming.
Clyde turns to his friends, "This is going to be the top-rated episode in years, think of the number of followers we will get" he says while high fiving his bros. Oh, God...they're...they're loving this.
He feels like he's been reduced to nothing but a spectacle, a sideshow freak. Just something to entertain them, to boost their ratings. They're treating him like a thing, not even a person anymore.
His vision starts to blur, tears streaming silently down his cheeks. He's never felt so utterly defeated. Not even when he got caught, not even when he was sentenced. This...this is something different. This is pure humiliation.
The frat guys stand up, leaving Chad covered in saliva, sushi bits, and pineapple chunks. They gather around their phones laughing and bragging about their "hot new video.”
Chad lies there, broken, covered in their mess. He can't move, can't escape. The silence is crushing, punctuated only by their laughter, their excitement. They're sharing this...this...moment. Sharing his shame, sharing his degradation.
He's a mess. He's a mess, and they're celebrating. They're uploading it, sharing it, broadcasting it. To the world.
He curls inward, as much as the restraints allow, trying desperately to protect himself. But it's too late. He's already been exposed. Exposed, exploited, and exploited again.
Clyde nod to one of the slaves who unshackles Chad, the slave brings him to his knees in the centre of the deck. He is covered in sweat, drool and left over food. The eight frat guys form a circle around him, removing their shirts and dropping their shorts leaving them standing there naked.
"It's bukkake time" Clyde says as the eight frat guys start to stroke their dicks. B-Bukkake...?
Chad's stomach drops, his heart plummeting. He's seen it in videos...he never thought...oh God, no. Not that. Anything but that. He's shaking, his entire body wracked with fear. He's too stunned to even beg, too shattered to resist.
He falls forward, forehead against the deck, defeated. He's completely at their mercy, completely powerless. They're going to...they're going to... He can't finish the thought. It's too much. He just wants it to be over. He wants to disappear.
One of the slaves brings him back to his knees, upright. All the frat boy’s dicks are inches from his face as they continue to stroke. Their proximity makes him shudder. He swallows hard, trying to keep himself together. He can smell them, the air thick with anticipation.
He's surrounded. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. He blinks rapidly, trying to clear his vision. He's trapped, surrounded by their...their...things. And they're...they're getting ready to... Two of them grab Chad's head and lift it upwards. "Ready for a facial, whore?" one of them asks.
Wh... what? Please...no... He tries to turn his face away, to escape their grips, but they're too strong. His eyes dart frantically back and forth, pleading silently. He can hardly breathe, his chest aching with dread. “Don't...please, don't do this...”
Three of the other frat guys move in closer, holding Chad's arms so he can't move at all while the other two continue to keep his head up. No, no, no!
His struggles are futile, he's pinned down, immobile. Fear spikes through him, a cold, sharp edge that makes his breath hitch. He's completely vulnerable, utterly trapped. He thrashes weakly, his voice cracking as he tries to scream, but it comes out as a choked-off whimper. They're going to…
He squeezes his eyes shut, bracing himself. Four of them start to ejaculate, shooting ropes of cum all over Chad's face and open mouth. The other 4four frat boys follow suit, their loads mixing with the previous ones, coating him completely.
He chokes, gagging, his eyes flying open again. He's covered, drenched, smothered. He can't breathe. He can't see. He's drowning in it. It's everywhere, sticky and warm, sticky and wrong. He's being smothered alive, buried under their...their...
He spasms, his entire body rejecting this, rejecting them. A sob rips through him, loud and ragged, and he's left gasping, choking, struggling for air. He's shaking uncontrollably, his face contorted in disgust and horror.
The frats guys leave him on his knees, and walk into the bar leaving Chads a mess covered in sweat, drool, food and cum.
He's left there, abandoned, a used, discarded thing. The sun beats down on him, highlighting every disgusting, humiliating detail. He trembles, his whole-body trembling with disgusted tears. He doesn't know how much more he can take.
Slowly, he opens his eyes, blinking through the mess. He tries to wipe his face, but it only smears everything around. He feels sick. Sick to his stomach, sick at heart. He wants to scrub himself raw, to erase the memory of this moment. But he can't.
The deck seems to spin, the yacht swaying beneath him. He's still on his knees, utterly defeated.
