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.