chapter 5

5.
The bliss I felt as Abram made me cum was all too brief. He withdrew from me, turned back to his station, and threw a rag in my direction.

“You stink. Clean yourself up,” Abram said. I blushed and bent over grabbing the cloth from the ground, all too aware of the pressure in my middle as I did so. Abram grunted something into his captain’s microphone in a voice too gravely and stained with jargon for me to understand. I wiped away flecks of jizzum and his spittle from my cock, tucking my shirt back in and buttoning the waistband. When I looked back up Abram was staring my way again, a plastic key on a loop of twine extended on his burly hand.

“This will let you back in when they’re done with you. Paula will be here soon, go with her and do as she says.” I nodded, though I would have nodded if he told me the color of the sky was red, and took the key. I was about to put it in my pocket when Abram shook his head.

“You won’t have those clothes on for long. Put it around your neck so you don’t lose it,” he then pointed at a marking on the key with emphasis, “and so everyone knows who you belong to.”

I swallowed as I felt a tremor of pleasure in my groin. Abram’s very presence was intoxicating. His muscled frame, manly scent, it took everything to remind myself how fucked up this situation was. I did as he asked, and just as the rope met my skin did a knock ring out from the door.

“Is he ready?” a deep throated female voice asked. Instead of answering with words Abram let out a grunt, which the owner of the voice must have recognized as affirmation. The door creaked open, and a loping thin woman over six feet tall ducked under the door way. She looked radically different than the captain and those who ran the ship. Where Abram was sulkily masculine, this one oozed a happy playfulness. Colorful silks ran around her lanky limbs, giving off the impression a dozen snakes were wound around her ivory skin. She looked me up and down at once, thin lips springing to a knowing smile.

“So you found one. Good for you.” Abram grunted again, and the woman chuckled. She extended a long arm in my direction.

“Names Paula. I’ll be in charge of getting you ready for the captains… needs. Come now.”

I looked back at Abram with wide eyes. So much was happening so fast, despite everything I wanted some kind of affirmation from this man, that everything would be ok. He looked at me with his stoney eyes, a barely imperceptible nod was all I got. As I turned to leave I spotted the marking on my key card, a cartoon pig head in bright pink. I was halfway through the threshold when I felt a strong hand clap me on the ass.

“I’ll see you later, Carver.”