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The Stowaway 2

The Stowaway 2

by rubixstu
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This story has elements of non consensual sex acts and sexual slavery. If you're uncomfortable with these themes, please read no further. This is a work of fiction. Fantasies allow us to explore things that would be harmful in our real lives. While enjoying this story, please remember to always treat others with kindness and respect.

Denny was such a fucking asshole. I should have known. Why else does a fifty-five year old man visit Thailand. He find's himself a new toy and I'm just cast aside. The four years we spent together were apparently meaningless to him. I can't believe he threw me out with nothing. He kept all the clothes and gifts he'd given me, no doubt already re-gifting them to his new little twink. What kind of a prick does that, dumping me in a foreign country without any money, without anything? At least he let me grab my passport and ID before he tossed me out. I hope that new little twist bites his balls off.

I was able to start a new bank roll giving blowjobs. It's not elegant working the streets, but it's what I was doing when Denny found me, so I guess I can't complain too much that I had to go back to it. It wasn't a great market though. Westerners don't come here to get a blowjob from a twenty-three year old white femboy. But I'm cute a hell, so that helped.

I was so close too. Another day or two and I would have had enough cash to book a flight back to the US. Then the fucking cops came through and rolled us. I should have known something was up. Half the guys weren't out walking that night. probably the ones who paid protection and were warned ahead of time. That stupid fat pig made me deep throat his dirty cock, then he stole all my money. I begged him, I pleaded, I even offered him my ass. He just laughed. We both knew if he wanted my ass he would have just taken it. He did give me one good piece of advice. The cargo ships, he was even nice enough to give me ride to the harbor.

I'd never really thought about it before, but what he said made sense. Just hide long enough to get out to sea, then they're stuck with you. Sure they would be mad, and they might even rough you up a bit, he had warned. But what were they going to do? You get handed over to the police once the ship reaches it's destination, but the cops don't give a shit. You get a slap on the wrist, maybe a couple days in lock up. No big deal, I'd been there before.

So I found myself trying to sleep in a tiny little closet of a room behind the galley. There was a small uncomfortable bunk and I could sneak food during the night when most of the crew were asleep. No one had bothered me and we were already two days at sea. The only real risk was going to the bathroom. The head was all the way at the end of the hall, and if I'm in there when someone comes in, there's no where to hide. I couldn't seem to sleep though. I'd been cooped up, and I was scared. I had no money, only the clothes I was wearing, and some of the guys on the ship sounded kind of rough. Maybe if I just closed my eyes and thought of somewhere nice.

"What do we have here?" The voice was deep and intimidating.

I must have nodded off, because when I opened my eyes I was looking into the face of a very large man. His face was mostly hidden behind a bushy beard, but I could see enough of him to read his expression, and it made chills run through my body.

"Get your skinny ass up you little bastard. What the fuck are you doing here? You don't fucking belong on board."

He reached down and grabbed me by the wrists and jerked me off the bed. He held me up by my arms, completely off the ground. My feet were dangling as I kicked and squirmed, trying to get free. It was pointless. I'd never seen a man this big before, and his strength was so much greater than mine, I might as well have been fighting a brick wall.

"I think the captain needs to know about this."

He pulled my arm behind my back and levered it up painfully. My feet were once again on the floor, but I couldn't move at all without causing excruciating pain in my arm and shoulder. He pushed forward, forcing me to walk in front of him, using my arm like a rudder to steer me. Down the hall we walked, then up some stairs, then even more stairs. Then more hallways. After what felt like walking a mile through a labyrinth, I found myself in front of door labeled Captain.

The rough man banged on the steel frame and bellowed out, "It's me Captain. I have something you need to see. It can't wait."

There were tinny sounds coming from the other side of the door before it was opened and a tall, narrow man stood before me wearing nothing but a pair of black and red boxers. He had white hair and a white mustache and all the hair on his body was white.

"What's this all about? Who's this boy."

"I found him in the galley berth, looks like a fucking stowaway."

"Rollo, what have I said about that kind of language?"

"Sorry Captain."

The old man looked me over, while the one called Rollo held me in place.

"Did anyone else see you bring him up here?"

"No, Sir. Everyone else is sacked out or on the bridge. I was doing my final patrol and heard this little bastar... ah little thief snoring in the berth."

"Very well Rollo, you better bring him inside."

The room was nice, especially compared to the metal box I'd been hiding in. The floors were covered in thick carpet and there were real walls, with paintings hanging on them. The room was furnished with wood instead of the utilitarian metal furniture I'd seen every where else.

"Put him in the corner over there. Did he have any belongings with him?"

"Nothing, Sir. I checked where he was sleeping, all he has is what he's carrying."

"Very well. Strip him and bring me his things. I better see what sort of contraband he's smuggled aboard."

I was marched into a corner of the room, which looked like some sort of living area, there wasn't a bed or a bathroom anywhere visible but there were other doors, so I guess the captain gets a suite.

"Take off your clothes, hurry up. We have to make sure you don't have a bunch of smack ready to push into your scrawny arms."

I removed my jacket and my shirt, then my shoes and socks and my pants. I was left standing there in the chilly room with nothing but my underwear.

"Strip dammit." He bellowed. "I haven't got all day."

I removed my briefs and then was naked. It was humiliating being exposed in front of these strangers, but it wasn't anything I hadn't lived through before.

Rollo took my belongings to the captain who had taken a seat behind a high table. It looked like something charts should be spread out on, but there was nothing on it until my clothes were placed there. In short order the captain found my ID and my passport. He rummaged through the clothes some more, but there was nothing left for him to find. He folded them neatly as he completed his search, and then took my ID and examined it.

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Looking at the plastic card, then at me, then back at the card he asked, "How old are you."

"Twenty-Three."

Rollo raised his hand and I thought he would strike me.

"When you address the Captain, you show respect you little shi... ah, you little maggot."

I quickly amended my statement. "Twenty-three, Sir."

"Yes." The Captain replied. "That's what it says here. If you're twenty-three, why don't you have any body hair? Even your little penis is bald."

I felt my face flush with embarrassment. "I had it removed. It was lasered off, Sir."

"I see. Why are you so small? If it wasn't for your male parts down there, I would have assumed you were female?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know, Sir. This is just how tall I grew. I'm sort of thin because my... um ex-partner preferred me to be this way, so I watch my diet."

"Tell me about your partner. Were are they?"

"Who Denny? The bastard threw me out when we were visiting Bangkok. He found someone else he liked better and I had to go. I don't know where he is. He was in Bangkok last time I saw him, but he could be anywhere. He likes to travel, Sir."

"So he's finished using you then? He isn't expecting you to come back anytime? That's very interesting. That means you're on my ship, in the middle of the ocean and no one even knows your here. Is that correct?"

Chills covered my exposed flesh, but not from the cold air this time.

"Yes, Sir. That's correct."

He stood and walked to a small safe that sat on a shelf next to his television set. When he'd opened the safe he put my passport and ID inside and then closed and locked it.

"We have no way to get you off this ship now, you're going to be stuck with us for the next forty-seven days. We'll feed you, but you'll have to earn your food. That's the rule for everyone on board. No one gets a free ride. Rollo, take him and clean him up, he stinks. Then bring him back here to me. I'll need to interview him more extensively to see what skills he might have that can be put to use during our voyage. Oh, and take care of these as well." He said as he handled the pile of folded clothes to the larger man.

"Now, you listen to me." Rollo started, standing in front of me, shaking his fist in my face. "You're going to do what I say. If you try to run off, or fight back, I'll break your arm. You understand?"

I nodded my head.

"Good, now start walking back the way we came."

We walked down hallways and descended stairs and at each intersection Rollo told me whether to turn left or right or go straight ahead. It was humiliating being paraded through the ship naked, even though no one else saw me. When we finally stopped we were in an odd room. It was more of a big hallway than a room, and there was a massive door against one wall.

Rollo took a length of rope and tide an end to each of my wrists. He used elaborate knots to make sure I couldn't slip my hand out of the binding.

"You're gonna be glad I tied them tight. You better make sure to hold on."

Rollo pushed me back against the wall next to the huge door. He clipped the middle of my binding to a hook on a winch cable that hung down from a beam. Then he pushed a button on the wall and I was hoisted off the ground.

He left me dangling like that while he went over and opened the massive door. It swung inward with easy despite it's size. As soon as it was open, I could feel and hear the ocean. Rollo retrieved my clothes from the floor where he'd set them when he bound me, then he walked to the door and I watched in horror as he threw the into the sea.

"What the fuck?" I screamed. "That was all I had. What am I supposed to wear now?"

"Oh, man, you're right. What was I thinking. You better go get them." Rollo said with an evil grin.

The beam I was suspended from swung out the door when Rollo pushed it. I found myself hanging a dozen feet from the ocean below. It was completely black and I could only see the ocean below me where light from the door spilled out of the ship. The wake of the large ship churned the water and errant sprays soaked me almost instantly.

"Oh fuck you man. Fuck you. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Pull me in man, pull me in. These ropes might slip off man. Please, oh god please, pull me in." I was begging for my life.

The ropes jerked around my wrists as the winch began to pay out cable and my feet grew closer to the turbulent waters.

"Oh shit, oh fuck. Goddammit man, please, don't do this. Please! I'm so sorry for stealing your food. I'm sorry for hiding on your boat. Oh god, please!"

I wasn't even thinking anymore, the words just rushed out of my mouth on there own. When I felt my feet slip below the wake I stopped using words and just screamed. Lower I went, slowly as the winch payed out the cable, whining it's electric whine as it unknowingly abetted my demise.

When my face was low enough that the water started to splash over me I bent my arms and pulled myself up, trying in vein to keep my mouth above the black death I was sinking into. In the final moment, when I knew I couldn't hold myself up any longer I took a deep breath and my weak arms gave out.

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I sagged and my head dropped below the water. I should have been holding still and conserving oxygen, but I wasn't. I struggled and kicked and tried to some how will myself back up out of the water. But nothing worked. My lungs were on fire and I knew any minute I would give out and that would be the end of me. The water spun me and thrashed me around. I tried to float, but the nearness of the ship made it impossible. An unseen hand kept pulling me down.

The ropes jerked again as the winch reversed and began taking in cable. I was out of air and out of hope and I didn't think I could hold on long enough for the painfully slow machine to raise me up. When I felt the cool air rush past my head, I gasped, sucking in water and air. I coughed and gasped as I was raised from the sea.

The cable stopped and I was left there, hanging half out of the water as I cherished each new breath. I was exhausted and had no means to control my movement as the waves rushed past. I just hung there, being tossed and torn like a piece of bait on a gigantic fishing line.

Then the line jerked and down I went again. I screamed in terror but it did no good. Back under I went, the slow patient winch playing with my life as I tried without success to find a solution to this torture. Three more times I want under and came back up. Each time I was sure the ropes would slip and I would be lost. Was I to be left to drown in the open ocean, or chewed to pieces by the propeller as my body floated past it? I vomited, I pissed, I shit, I sobbed like a baby. I gave up and prepared to die.

After the final time, the winch did not stop when I was half out, it continue to lift me all the way back up until I could see back into the ship. Rollo was there, his extended arm pushing the buttons that controlled my fate. He pulled me closer, but no all the way inside. I dangled helplessly just inches from the safety of the ship floor.

"Now, boy. I need you to convince me you're going to be a good little worker. I need you to put my mind at ease that for the rest of the time you're on this ship you will do what you're told, when you're told, and there won't be any sass or back talk. Because if I'm not convinced you won't be a hassle and a waste of my time, I'll cut the rope now and save myself the trouble."

"Oh god, I swear I won't be any trouble. I'll do whatever you want. I'll listen and I'll obey. Please god, please believe me. I won't be any trouble for you or anyone else. I swear, oh god please believe me."

"Yeah, what if I tell you to suck my cock? Will you do that."

"Jesus man. I'll suck all the cocks you have on this fucking boat. I love sucking cock, you won't have to tell me twice."

"What if I tell you to put my cock in your ass and fuck yourself on my pole?"

"Man, don't threaten me with a good time. I'd love to do that. I'll spread my cheeks for anyone you tell me to. Please man, just pull me in and I'll make you cum so hard you'll forget all about me sneaking on your boat. I promise."

"It's a ship, not a boat."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I'll remember that from now on, I promise."

Rollo was quiet. He looked at me, studying me. I was silent as well, trying to look like the most obedient, useful, sexy piece of ass he'd ever seen. Finally he grabbed me and pulled me all the way in. When the beam cleared the opening he turned and shut the door, latching it in place to make it water tight.

He lowered me to the ground but when my feet hit the floor, I couldn't stand. I was too weak and worn out. My legs shook violently from the cold and the exhaustion. I sank to the floor, sitting on my ass. The cable went slack and I was unhooked and the rope removed from my wrists.

Rollo stood before me with his cock poking out of the fly of his trousers. He was very tall, so it was too high for me to reach while I was sitting on the floor. He reached down and grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees. I was too tired and too scared to resist. As soon as he had me high enough to reach, I leaned into him and sucked his cock into my mouth.

I'd sucked a lot of cocks in my life, hundreds probably. Some big, some small. Rollo's cock was big, but not the biggest I'd had to deal with. I worked my mouth around the knob of his shaft, using my tongue and the top of my mouth to compress the spongy flesh then sucking him deeper as his pulse refilled the tip of his hard cock.

When I heard him moan I stopped playing with the tip of his cock and started sucking the shaft as deep as I could. His hips began thrusting and when he pushed his cock into me I pushed my tongue forward and out of my mouth, trying to lick his balls. This opened my throat and allowed me to swallow his big cock down my throat. When my nose hit his pelvis he cried out.

"Jesus! You got that whole thing in your mouth. Look at it, I can see the bulge in your throat. I'm starting to think not drowning you was a good idea."

He pulled his cock out and then thrust it back in. Over and over he roughly fucked my face. I had to time my breath with his thrusts but even then I wasn't getting enough air and I started to feel light headed. Before I could pass out, Rollo grunted and started unloading his balls into my mouth. He tasted foul and I suspected he didn't eat enough fresh fruits. Still, I knew better that to complain and swallowed my prize as quickly as I could.

"That's a good lad, we'll make good use of you this passage, mark my words."

I was still exhausted from my dip in the sea and still on my knees, but the familiarity of being used like a piece of meat had brought me back to a more comfortable state of mind. I was less afraid of being murdered now than I had been just a few moments prior. I'd survived this long by letting men use me and I could continue to survive that way. In truth, I enjoyed it more than I really wanted to admit.

Rollo put his cock away and refastened his trousers before grabbing my arm and dragging me to my feet. With his powerful hand on my shoulder he once again guided me through the halls of the ship and directed me back to the captain's quarters. The door opened after a quiet rap and we were both let back inside the well appointed room.

"Well Rollo? How did our little stowaway perform? I take it you feel he's got a service to provide since you brought him back to me."

"Me and him came to an agreement. He knows what happens to naughty boys. No second chances here. He does as he's told or he goes overboard."

"Good. And what was it that you told him to do?"

"I got that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock. He's a pro Captain. He knows how to make a prick happy."

I stood quietly and listened to Rollo brag about how good I sucked him off. The captain seemed happy to hear about my talents and I was glad he was happy if that's what it would take to keep my feet dry. I'd sucked old cocks in the past and I wasn't adverse to sucking another one if it kept me fed and breathing.

"Did you sodomize him, Rollo? Have you explored all of his talents."

"No, Sir. I saved that for you. If you want."

"I believe what I want is to watch you destroy his rectum. Would you be willing to grant me this kindness?"

"Certainly Captain. I'd love to split him in half for you."

The captain was sitting on a short sofa and he reached over to a small shelf next to the seat and gabbed a bottle of lube which he tossed to Rollo. I internalized a small sigh of relief. I wasn't feeling brave enough yet to vocalize my reaction to this unplanned treatment.

Rollo placed me in front of his seated boss, and the captain reach out and grabbed my hands, pulling me forward and placing my hands on his knees. This left me bent over with my face just inches from the old man's while Rollo took advantage of the position to begin rubbing cold lubricant on my asshole. He worked a finger into me, then two.

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