The Cruise

A cruise ship takes passangers to a secluded beach on an island in 
the Carribean then leaves them to the mercies of the band of slave 
traders.  But first they must be prepared to be sold to wealthy 
families looking for exotic toys.  

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The Cruise

I’m still not sure what happened that day two months ago somehow it 
seems as
though I’ve always been the slave to Master Habib.  But wait, I’m 
getting
ahead of myself.  It all started off as a pleasant Caribean 
cruise.  The ship would
bring us in to a secluded beach, where we’d spend the day.  Then 
move on to a
city where we’d spend the night dancing.  Then midway through the 
cruise, the
passengers were dropped at the beach, and the ship sailed off.  
Unusual but
most guests were too involved in getting into the water or laying 
out their
beach towels.  

Suddenly and without warning a shout came from the surrounding 
jungle and a
large group of men rushed out.  At first everybody was screaming 
and running
trying to escape the men but to no avail.  In a short time we were 
all rounded
up and forced to walk to a stockade where we marched in protesting 
the rough
pushes and shoves from our captors.  Once the doors swung shut, a 
large
handsome man of Mediterannean complexion mounted a platform and
explained.  

“My name is Ghouresh.  You are our prisoners.  You can forget your 
ship.  The
crew has sailed away under my orders and you are now stranded 
here.  You can
accept your fate willingly or suffer the consequences.  The 
consequences are
not pleasant, I can assure you.  If anybody tries to escape they 
will be brought
back and become an example.  For those of you who cooperate, you 
will find
life more pleasant.

“Now let me explain the realities of your situation so that you may 
ponder
them.  I beg you to accept what you are now, our prisoners, so as 
to make your
short stay with us as pleasant as possible.

“You are to be divided into three groups: men, women, and 
children.  After that
each of you will learn what is to become of you.”

A voice raised from the crowd.  “You cannot take my baby.  She 
needs me.”

The Ghouresh spoke again, “Please do not argue with me, madam.  It 
is very
unwise.  Now as I direct, men to the right and he pointed to a 
door.  Most men
turned and began moving toward the door but two stood their 
ground.  A nod
from Ghouresh and several burly guards approached the men.  They 
stood firm. 
“Your last chance, gentlemen, to join the other men.”  Nothing.  
Ghouresh
nodded again and the guards grabbed the men who began struggling.  
They
were dragged to a wooden bar and swiftly shacked to it.  Then the 
bar was
raised until the men were just clear of the ground.  “You will stay 
there until
you agree to go join the other men.”

Then Ghouresh turned to the women and pointing to a door on the 
left, he said,
“Women go in there.”  The women quickly moved to follow his 
orders.  The
door closed and Ghouresh looked at the children.  “You will follow 
the man to
that door in the middle.”  Some children were crying as they walked 
away and
went through the door without complaint.”

The men were now in a large dark room without windows.  For a short 
time
they wandered about or sat sullenly until a door behind them opened 
and the
men were ordered to walk through it.  The next room was larger and 
the men
walked single file until all were standing along one wall.  “Strip 
off your
clothes,” ordered one of the guards.  At first nothing then 
recalling the men
who had protested, the men stripped.  Several guards walked down 
the row
taking the clothes.  “You will no longer need clothing,” said a new 
voice.  We
looked over to see Ghouresh standing on a balcony.  “From now on, 
you will
always be naked.  It helps us see that you have no weapons and 
easier for your
training.”  A murmur ran through the crowd.  “But first we need to 
separate
you into groups.  As the guards direct, please go to the areas 
marked 1, 2, and
3.”

The guards walked down the line of men and said something to them.  
Each
man moved to stand in a numbered area.  

From his perch on the balcony, Ghouresh said, “The group in area 3 
is too old
or not capable of the training so they are to be removed now.”  And 
the guards
moved to them, knives drawn and began to grab men and slit their 
throats.  In a
moment of stunned silence the guards finished their task and moved 
back. 
From another door, several naked men ran in and began to drag the 
bodies
fromt the room.  If they still twitched a guard came over and 
sliced deeper into
the man’s throat.  He stopped twitching.  

At first I was shocked by the swift brutality of it all.  Then I 
wondered if a
similar fate was happening in another room: the women’s.  As if 
reading my
mind, Ghouresh said that the old and useless women had been 
similarly
disposed of.  

Then I noticed that the naked men removing our former companions 
seemed
different somehow.  All at once it hit me, none of the men had 
genitals.  I
swallowed in horror.  But I didn’t have to wait long to find out 
what was in
store for the rest of us.  Ghouresh spoke again, “As for the 
remainder of you, I
have divided you into two groups.  The larger and stronger will be 
sold to
wealthy families.”  A gasp filled the room.  “Oh, don’t be so 
shocked.  Slave
trade is still alive and well in the world.  Now much of it 
consists of exotic toys
which is what you will become in a few days.  

Now a third door opened and two naked men began to wheel equipment 
into
the room.  One was a large table with a wide slot cut in the 
surface.  Another
was what looked to be a surgical cabinet.  A third wheeled in an 
open brassier
with irons sticking out.  Each naked man was sexless.  

Through the same door came more guards.  More than enough to keep 
us in
line.  “Now in answer to your unasked questions, gentemen,” said 
Ghouresh,
“you are about to be branded and prepared for your next life.”  He 
nodded and
two guards moved forward to grab one man from my group.  The man 
did not
resist but walked toward the table as the guards indicated.  
Turning him to the
table, one guard touched him on the back and he lay over the 
table.  Another
guard, picked up a hot iron from the brassier and approached the 
man on the
table.  As two held him down the third pushed the hot iron against 
the man’s
buttocks.  He shrieked as the iron made contact.  The smell of 
burned flesh
filled the air.  

Then before he could recover, the man was quickly picked up and 
flipped over
onto the table.  Straps quickly tied him down until he was helpless 
on the table. 
Still grimacing in pain from the brand, the man nonetheless looked 
at the guard
approaching him with an odd device.  Quickly the guard inverted the 
device
over the man’s penis then withdrew.  A band was tight the base of 
the man’s
cock.  A second band was placed around the base of the man’s 
scrotum.  Then
the guard moved back.  A second guard moved forward and grabbed his 
cock
while a third stepped up to the other side of the table and brough 
from behind
him, what appeared to be shiny bunished shears.  With a quick 
motion he
moved the shears over the cock and pulled the jaws together.  The 
man’s cock
came off as he stared in amazement.  Then the pain hit him and he 
threw back
his head and screamed.  If he had been watching he would have seen 
the guard
drop the cock into a bucked and grab the man’s balls.  Once again 
the shears
did their work as the man lay on the table shrieking.  The guard 
dropped the
balls into another bucket.  Then a man in a white smock stepped up 
to the man
and gave him an injection.  In a moment the man stopped crying out 
and fell
silent.  Another man was busy sewing the base of the severed cock 
and balls.  In
a moment it was over and the man was lifted onto a gurney and 
wheeled away.  

Looking down at us, Ghouresh said, “Each of you will experience 
what he just
did.  I implore you not to make it more diffiicult for your 
selves.  Submit
willingly and it will be quick.  Stuggle and you will be in for 
some additional
pain.  Now, who is next?”  

Surprisingly several hands went up and the guards invited them to 
step out.  As
they did, I saw that each of them had a hard on.  And to my 
amazement, so did
I.  Watching the castration and what would soon be mine had a very 
erotic
effect on me.  

The men stood back to the branding station as the iron was lifted 
from the
brassier and one by one pressed against their buttocks.  Each 
turned and stood
as the guard with the bands quickly banded them and each lay 
unbound on the
table as his genitals were quickly removed with the shears.  After 
sewing them
up and bandaging their crotches they wersled from the room 
smiling.  After that
most of the men submitted willingly as did I, although I did choose 
to lay on the
table as my cock and then balls were quickly removed and dropped 
into their
respective buckets.  It was horrifying and yet releasing to know 
that I’d not
have to be bothered with sexual desires any more.

Tomorrow....we see the ladies again.

To be continued.