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The sound of boots on metal echoed through the cargo hold. Every step was slow, measured. The sound of the clacking grew louder and louder as the figure hummed to himself in content. When the footsteps couldn’t grow any louder, there was a pause.
Harry and Luke held their breath, hoping the man would continue to walk by. The men, in their greatest scheme yet, had snuck aboard the S.S. Birchem, a pirate-class spaceship. The goal was to steal a few coins, maybe a precious stone, enough to keep them set for a few years. Then they sneak out through the trash chute, and nobody misses anything. That plan was going perfectly until they heard the echo of boots in the hallway. In a desperate gamble, they climbed into a cargo crate that had been left barely open. That was hours ago; now they were growing weary, nerves shot, tangled in a wooden crate, unable to move. Their joints were getting stiff.
The sound of the door slid open. “Captain, we have set sail, all men accounted for,” A voice rang through the hold.
Harry and Luke shot glances towards each other, eyes wide. Set sail? They were trapped on a pirate’s spaceship. Certainly, things couldn’t get much worse.
“Good, now get that crate and get the boys out of there,” the voice was gruff, raspy.
“Yes, sir, Captain Redpalm,” The first voice shot back.
“Bring them to my quarters, don’t rough them up too much, only if you need to,” the gruff older voice finished speaking, and the boots plotted their way out of the cargo hold.
Sets of additional footsteps poured their way into the hold.
“What do we do?” Luke whispered.
“First things first, we try to stay alive,” Harry responded, as the crate was tipped over and the men came spilling out.
“Morning sunshine!” A voice filled the room as the men rolled and tumbled, untangling from the crate. “Welcome to the S.S. Birchem. I’m sure you will find your stay uncomfortable.”
As Harry turned to see the voice, staring back at him was a long, sharp cutlass. “Don’t make any sudden moves, unless you want to find out exactly what kind of ship we run around here.”
Luke turned slowly to look at the man threatening them. Tall, shirtless, chest and arms covered in intricate tattoos. What Luke noticed almost instantly, though, were the gold rings pierced through his septum and nipples, not very common for the time.
“I am Lieutenant Tugg Hardstone. But if you want to keep yourselves in one piece, you will refer to me as Sir. Or by my full title.” The man spoke slowly, never taking his eyes off the end of his sword. “Now, you have two choices: the easy way, where you agree and play along, or the hard way, where we launch you out the trash chute with nothing but your skivvies. You each get one sentence. I want your name, your age, and if you want a date with the cold nothingness of space. You,” Hardstone ordered, moving the cutlass towards Harry’s chest, “first boy.”
“Um, H-Harry Hargreaves, sir, 19, I’d like to not be jettisoned into space,” Harry stammered as the intimidating man never took his cold brown eyes off of him.
The cutlass moved closer, severing the threads around the collar of Harry's shirt as it approached his neck.
“Sir! Lieutenant Tugg Hardstone, Sir!” Harry whimpered as the blade moved closer.
“Smart boy. You, blondie?” Hardstone moved the blade towards Luke.
“L-L-Luke Belmont, Mister Hardstone sir, 18, please, sir, don’t kill me, Mister Lieutenant Hardstone, Sir!”
“Good choices, get them off the floor, we’re taking them to see Redpalm,” Hard stone sheathed his sword and started to walk out of the room. Two sets of men picked up the stowaways. Each man holds one of the prisoners' arms behind their backs, and one of them, bracing the back of Harry and Luke’s necks, keeps them bent uncomfortably at the waist, staring at the floor.
The sound of boots clanging on metal fills the hallways; the only thing the boys can see is the carpeted floor. A gray strip of metal runs under the carpets, and the walls are almost entirely white and elegantly curved. Large windows of opaque glass hid rooms just out of sight.
As the pair marched down the hallway, one of the doors slid open briefly. The sound from behind was a heavy thud that sounded like something striking flesh, then a sharp gasp. The door closed, muting the sound before they could hear any more.
A door in front of them opened, and they were dragged in, still hunched over. The floor in the room was very different from the hallway. While still carpeted, this carpet was luxurious, made of neatly woven fibers that felt pillowy even through shoes.
“Captain Redpalm, we have brought you the stowaways,” Hardstone spoke up. “They have both decided to keep their lives, pity, I was in the mood to take out the trash for once.”
“Mmmhhhh, you torture them so, Hardstone, you are relieved of your duty, handing the cargo. Please see to it that the ship maintains course while I handle this situation.”
The voice that came was the same gruff voice from the cargo hold. “So, what do we have here?” The sound of a chair turning raised the hairs on both men’s necks. “Two strapping young stowaways.”
Harry and Luke had their heads lifted by their hair to look at the captain.
“You two brothers? Or just desperate lovers?” Redpalm remarked, looking over the blonde, Luke, and the brunette, Harry. Both were devilishly cute, on the smaller side, decent muscles. Most likely labor workers by trade, but very fresh out of school.
“We’re—” Luke started,
“Friends!” Harry finished.
“Ahh, I see, tell me how you ended up in my cargo hold.”
“Well, it’s a funny story actually, we were just looking for someone to leave a flyer with, have you heard of our lord and savior— AAH!” Harry was cut off from finishing his sentence with a tug to the hair and a hand across his ass.
“I suggest you don’t lie to me, boy.” Redpalm said, towering over Harry.” The man was huge, at least six and a half feet tall, and shoulders broad as a doorway. His dark black hair was dappled with traces of grey. A stomach, which looked to have once been tight with muscles, had loosened a bit in age. Based on the power of the swing, the muscles were still there.
“Now… you,” Redpalm turned towards Luke, “your turn. Why were you two on my ship?”
Luke’s lip quivered slightly as the man bent down to look him in the eyes. “We were stealing, sir, but only a few gold pieces to help us get by. We weren’t going to take more than a handful, I promise.”
“Hhhm, good boy. Honesty will serve you well,” Redpalm patted the face of the scared boy and stood back up.
“So what now? Are you going to kill us? Torture us? Sell us off as slaves?” Harry tugged against the two men’s grasps as he tried to pull away unsuccessfully.
“Kill you? No, I’m going to offer you a deal.” A smirk drew slowly across the captain’s face as he moseyed towards his desk. “I’ll give you boys all the gold you could ever want.”
“What’s the catch?” Luke asked pessimistically.
“Cleaver boy. You'll have to join my crew.”
“What?!?”
“You can’t be—”
“You will serve me as privates upon the Birchem; maybe you can even work your way up. You will be responsible for the cleanliness and order of the vessel, as well as serving me personally as my servants.”
“What’s our other choice?” Harry questioned sarcastically.
“A deep, but ultimately short conversation with the desolate vacuum of space.” Redpalm leaned back against his desk. “So, boys, what will it be?”
Both boys agreed reluctantly and were allowed to stand. Rubbing the back of their necks and looking around, they saw that the captain's quarters were much nicer than they expected for a pirate vessel. Shelves of neatly organized books line one side of the room. Display cases of prized treasures stood on the other side. The captain’s desk was heavy wood, a luxury of the time. On the desk were star charts and instruments, documents and files next to an expensive-looking terminal computer. Just behind the captain’s desk, a vast window with a view leading out to the stars. They were magnificent, more beautiful than either man could imagine. Hundreds of specks flickering in the vastness of black space. Colors and waves danced between asteroids and lit the way to far-off planets neither had ever imagined they would see.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Redpalm crooned, looking over the bewildered faces of his recruits. “Come around, get a closer look,” he encouraged with a waving hand.
Both men hesitated, but ultimately, after Harry started to move, Luke followed. They stepped towards the window and panicked briefly as a hand fell on the back of each of their necks. There was a gentle rubbing, soothing the tightness from where they were held only moments ago. “Look over there, we’re about to leave the Milky Way. This is one of my favorite parts of leaving the galaxy.”
Flashes of blues, greens, and oranges streamed by as the ship traversed the stars.
“Enjoy the view, boys, you are going to learn a lot about these stars and how to traverse them,” Redpalm squeezed the boys before he let go of their necks and turned towards his desk.
“You’re? You’re gonna teach us?” Luke turned and asked.
“Of course, I don’t want men on my ship who don’t know what to do in space. That’s a hazard.”
“So what’s the catch? Why are you taking us on?” Harry turned to stare daggers at the man.
“You will learn, and you will also learn to be loyal. You will learn to serve. You will understand in time, every man on this vessel was a servant to me at some point.”
“What does serving you mean?” Harry shot eyes towards Luke.
“Mmmmh. You will learn.”
“I don’t really like the mystery here. You'd better start to tell us what’s going on,” Harry took one step closer to the captain, who was viewing something on his desk.
“I don’t think you are in a position to give orders,” Redpalm corrected. “I suggest you adjust your tone unless you want to learn what happens to naughty boys on this ship.”
“Naughty boys? Where do you get off talking like that?” Harry shot back, “It’s two men against one right now.”
“Harry, stop!” Luke spoke up.
“Last chance to apologize, boy, or you are going to learn the hard way.”
“Bite me!” Harry yelled, spitting on the carpet.
“Harry!” Luke squeaked.
“Come here, boy,” Redpalm’s command was calm, organized. Harry stood his ground. “You are not helping your case, boy. Both of you, read this, then I shall deal with your obstinacy.” Redpalm turned, displaying two clipboards with two pieces of paper towards the privates.
Luke stepped forward and grabbed the clipboard closest to himself. He reached his other hand to grab Harry’s, but Redpalm pulled it away. “What is this?” Luke asked, looking over the form. There were several pages. He glanced over the fields on the form: height, weight, length, girth, sexual history?
“Consent contracts, it says you consent to being my servant and a man in my care. You consent to receive awards… and punishments.” Redpalm extended the clipboard towards Harry again. “Your choice, boy, you either sign the paper or meet the stars. The more you resist, the worse it’s going to get for you. Right now, if you sign the forms, your punishment will be mild, and you will be forgiven.”
“If I don’t sign the form?” Harry ground his teeth together as he spoke.
“I highly suggest you do,” Redpalm raised an eyebrow and glared at his potential recruit.
“Harry, please…” Luke begged his friend.
“Fine,” Harry stepped up and took the clipboard, “I’ll fill out the damn form.”
“Smart choice, when you are done, Luke, you may give me the form and sit on the couch just outside until Harry and I are finished.”
“Thank you captain,” Luke handed the forms back before making his way out of the room, the doors sliding shut behind him.
“Here’s your dumb form,” Harry said, shoving it back towards the pirate captain.
“Good, you may strip now,” Redpalm ordered, just too calm for Harry.
“What?”
“Didn’t you read? Page 4, section 2.” Redpalm flipped the pages. “I, the signing party, consent to wear the uniform and submit to Captain Redpalm’s directions. Including, but not limited to, the directions of punishment and receiving punishments.”
“Wha—”
“Continuing… I consent to physical discipline, including the use of corporal punishment by Captain Redpalm or others under his direction.”
“What!?!”
“You signed the form boy, you know your options. You can strip, I can have you stripped, or you can rescind consent and learn what space smells like,” Redpalm took a step closer to Harry.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Choose your poison boy. Strip, or stars.”
Harry’s breathing grew louder as Redpalm stepped closer. The man towered over him.
“Don’t kill me,” Harry huffed through gritted teeth.
“Good choice,” Redpalm stepped up and grabbed Harry’s already cut shirt. With one hand, he tore the garment from Harry’s back.
Harry gasped at just how quickly his upper half was bared.
“Now. Do you want to do the rest, or do you want me to do it for you?”
Harry’s hands shook as he moved down and fumbled with his belt. They were shaking too much for him to find purchase on the weathered leather.
“Harry…” Redpalm pressed.
“I’m trying!” Harry huffed, trying to hold his anger.
“Let me help you,” Redpalm reached down and brushed the man’s hands from the belt.
“We are going to discuss protocol first, once you are ready. I will punish you, but I won’t push you past your limit.” Redpalm hooked his fingers into Harry’s shorts and looked at the boy, waiting for confirmation.
Harry bit his lip and nodded, trying to keep his face together.
“Good boy. It’s clear to me you didn’t read your contract before you signed it, so I am going to talk you through this process. You consented to physical discipline. Have you been spanked before?”
“…no,” Harry glared, hoping the man would have a heart attack and keel over in front of him.
“Here is how this is going to work: we have three safe words on board that everyone knows. Green, yellow, and red. Green means you consent to continue, yellow means pause and discuss, and red means we stop. Red does not absolve you of any wrongdoing; it just means you will be assigned an alternate punishment.”
“Is the alternative punishment… uh,” Harry’s eyes shot wide open at the thought.
“No, Harry, being sent into space is not an alternative punishment. Now, if you understand, I want you to tell me the three safe words and what they mean.”
“Green means continue, yellow means pause, red means stop.”
“Good, do you understand what is going to happen?” Redpalm pulled the man closer with a finger in his trousers.
“I… uh… kinda?” Harry responded, trying not lose ground in the conversation.
“Kinda is not a yes. Do you understand?”
“No,” Harry admitted in frustration.
Redpalm exhaled and removed his finger from Harry’s pants.
“Wait, please!” The first signs of panic from the boy.
“No, it’s okay, we’re going to slow down a bit more. I am going to strip you, then I am going to put you over my knee. I am going to smack your ass red, then you will be forgiven, and I will see to it you get taken care of before your examination.” Redpalm spun his chair around to face Harry and took a seat.
“Ex…examination?”
“You will be getting a full medical examination to determine what tasks you are fit to complete on board. It will be much, much more thorough than you are used to, I’m sure. But I will be there.”
Redpalm’s words were somehow terrifying and calming at the same time. His lackadaisical nature somehow prevented Harry from wanting to flee the room.
“Any questions?”
“No captain.”
“Good, now, what is your color, boy?”
“Green,” Harry spoke, trying to fake courage.
“Come here.”
Harry’s legs moved without his consent, and he wobbled towards the man, legs shaking, trying to support him. A finger hooked into his belt loops and pulled him the last few steps. Redpalm looked up slightly towards Harry from his seat. “You will survive, Redpalm will take care of you. Many of my servants have gone on to be diplomats, great soldiers, and even better men. Every one of those has been bare over this knee. This could be the start of something for you, boy.”
Redpalm moved his hands and pulled the belt from Harry’s pants. Moving his hand, he unsnapped the buttons on the man’s pants. As he touched the zipper, Harry huffed. Redpalm paused briefly and slowed down, tormenting the angry brat. “You, like every other man, are going to have to learn to submit, one way or another. I am being kind right now, but I have no problem breaking you down bit by bit.”
Redpalm emphasized his intentions by pulling down the zipper only a small amount on each word.
“Can’t we just get this over with?” Harry barked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Secretly thankful the air in this room was warm as he was losing his clothes.
“No, no, no, boy, discipline isn’t something you get over with; it’s something you learn from. It’s clear this is starting to get to you, isn’t it?” Redpalm pulled the pants down to the man’s ankles in one quick tug, and a smile spread across his face as Harry jumped at the change in pace.
“Hmmmm. Seems you aren’t hating this as much as you act.” Redpalm remarked, looking at the man’s underwear, a clear wet spot emerging from his stretched briefs. “Tsk tsk tsk. Boys can’t control themselves these days. Don’t worry. We will deal with that later. Step out.” Redpalm pulled the pants off the man’s legs, “spin.” Red palm ordered reaching around and planting a swat to Harry’s backside.
The man jumped and scowled at his captor.
“We haven’t even started yet, Harry boy. Are you sure you want to be in more trouble?” Redpalm’s words were bittersweet as they rolled off his tongue.
He stood still, keeping his feet planted.
“Seems we need to go the hard way, don’t we?” Redpalm stood from his chair and moved to a metal locker on the wall. “For a first-time boy, this should do nicely,” the man pulled a large wooden spoon from the cabinet and closed it behind him. Harry looked over, trying to catch a glance, but ultimately was unable to see anything else on the cabinet.
“Put your hands on your head, Harry, intertwine your fingers.”
Harry stood where he was, keeping his arms crossed in front of him.
Splat.
The man gasped as the wooden spoon collided with his bare thigh. The head of the spoon left a burning oval on his skin. He didn’t have time to react before the second slap came down.
Splat.
Harry gawked at how much the implement hit against his thighs.
“What did I order you to do?” Redpalm corrected.
Harry moved slowly, raising his hands to the back of his head and interlocking his fingers.
“Good. Now keep them there,” Redpalm brought the spoon down ten more times on Harry’s bare thighs until they were pockmarked and pink. Harry lifted and lowered himself on his toes, trying to push away the sting.
Redpalm sat back down in the armless captain's chair. “Now, spin.”
Harry cooperated not out of weakness, but out of spite, to deny Redpalm the joy of the moment. That’s what he told himself at least. “Now what are we working with?” Redpalm teased as he hooked a finger in the back of Harry’s briefs and pulled him closer.
“Mmmhhh, good size, decent wiggle,” Redpalm squeezed and lifted one of Harry’s cheeks. He proceeded to pinch the inner thigh where the spoon had come down, drawing a yip and a hop from the man. “Sensitive too, spread your legs.” Redpalm used his foot to tap Harry’s ankles, making him spread his legs wider until they were spread further apart than his shoulders. “Good, good.” Redpalm paused, “What is your color, Harry?”
“What?”
“You color, our safe words.”
Harry’s mind raced; he wanted to shout red and hide himself in a corner to not be seen, but he was terrified of what that would lead to.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing. Just go.”
“Mmmhhh. Reconsider that answer.”
“Uhhh… just go, Sir?”
“Good try, not what I was looking for. Yellow, relax your position; you may take your hands off your head. We’re going to talk. You may re-robe if you like.”
“Wait, wait, no Green, please don’t throw me into space.”
“No.” The one word halted Harry in his place. “Now I want you to take a few moments and tell me what is on your mind. Take your time. We can discuss when you are steady.” Redpalm turned back towards his desk and began working on papers. “As a matter of fact, grab two chairs, we’re going to have a real conversation since I don’t assume Luke knows what he signed up for either.” The man tapped a few buttons on his desk and spoke. “Luke, you may enter now. We have much to discuss.”
Luke burst through the doors as best as you can burst through sliding doors and came in with a million panicked questions. “What did you do? Is he okay? If you hurt him, I swear. Is he alive? Please tell me he’s alive!”
“He’s fine, boyo, have a seat.” Redpalm pointed to the empty chair next to Harry.
Luke stopped as he got a better view of his friend. “Why are you? Why is he in his? Where are your clothes?”
“You didn’t read the forms either, did you?”
“Hardly worth reading if the other option is well… death,” Harry muttered.
“Harry!” Luke yelled in a whisper that carried further than he wanted.
“No, no. That’s fair enough. Let me explain in greater detail. I am Captain Redpalm. This is my vessel, the S.S. Birchem. It is a pirate-class vessel, yes, but we do very little of your standard pirating. Much less of the ‘yo-ho’, much more of the ‘pleasure to see you, your majesty.’”
“Wait, you aren’t like space raiders who breach caravans and murder everyone on board?”
“We do it for the right price,” Redpalm smirked. “We’re the best at it, too. The Birchem is not affiliated with a planetary alliance; thus, we are pirates. However, we work for the highest bidder and have trained many political heads across galaxies. All of those men have started as my servants. Many were from noble families who sold their sons to bring family fortune, and others begged at my feet for the opportunity to serve. They all have one thing in common, though: they understood the opportunity, some immediately, others in time.”
“So… why all of the ‘send you into space and kill us shit’ if you are just… a political power?” Luke questioned indignantly.
“Because we’re still pirates, and you still disrespected us by sneaking on board.”
“We’re sorry, sir, really, but if you just let us go, anywhere, really, we will be out of your hair.” Harry’s tone had changed drastically.
“Not an option, the Birchem runs on a tight schedule, we don’t stop till the job is done, and nobody eats or sleeps around here for free. So, unless you want to be abandoned six galaxies over on an inhospitable dump while my men dig for treasures. You get off then, or you stay on and work.”
“What… what does work entail?”
“Cleaning, dishes, floors, clothes, at least to start, and when you have proved you can keep the ship in adequate shape. Lessons will be added: diplomacy, navigation, communication, and arithmetic.”
“Arithmetic?” Harry squawked.
“You do not know math very well, do you? Your planet isn’t really known for its education standards among the poor.”
“We weren’t poor!” Luke shot back in his second act of defiance.
“You are squaller, look at your clothes. You're lucky I didn’t hose you off before dumping you out of the crate. Did you even finish school?”
“Um… no sir.” Harry responded, embarrassed.
“Can you read?” Redpalm stopped to ask the question genuinely; the contracts were not worth much if either boy was illiterate.
“Yes!” Both boys responded in offense.
“Luke, go get a book off my shelf,” Redpalm ordered.
Luke stood in front of the massive library, overwhelmed.
“Pick one, any will do.”
Luke reached out and grabbed the first book he touched. It was bound in red leather and heavy. He walked back towards the desk and held the book out to the captain.
“I’m not the one reading it, sit down. Tell me the title, then open to the first page.”
“Corrections in Astromaritime Rreatise circa 2843-2845. Volume Three.”
“Not the most enthralling subject, but you may begin,” Redpalm said, turning towards the monitor on his desk.
“In accordance with Vei…Viesha…”
“Vieshantian and Shaw, its doctrine that speaks on the ethical practices of hunting non-native galactic species. Continue.”
“In accordance with Vieshantian and Shaw, section two, subsection four, paragraph eight.” Luke paused and raised his eyes towards the captain.
“I did not tell you to stop.”
“The eradication of invasive…”
“Just as a note, we use the term non-native now, but continue as the text is written.”
“The eradication of invasive galactic-level parasitic lifeforms may only be considered beneficial to the surrounding hospitable celestial bodies, so long as the detri… detritu…”
“Detritus.”
“Detritus is of non-substantial threat to pseudo…sapio..entom…”
“Pseudosapial entomologically classified species or subspecies. Most people just say intelligent life. Good job, pass the book to Harry, please.” Redpalm ordered without looking away from his work, “Open to a different page. You may begin when you are ready.”
“The classification for uninhabitable landscape will henceforth determine classifications of crime activities. This classification will discount the existence of Periplan… peri-plan-eta a-mer-uh-cah-nuh and ca-nine ho-mo-sa-pi-ens evolved from the New York sub-ter-an-ean ve-hic-u-lar networks.”
“Excellent, both of you. Do either of you know what you just read?” Redpalm turned to look at the men who stared back in blank expressions. “We will add reading to our list of lessons, should you decide to continue.”
“So what do you get out of this?” Harry piped up, closing the book.
“Servants, you serve me, and the crew in all ways required.”
“I don’t like how you said all,” Luke sneered.
“So, you can’t understand a page, but you can read between the lines, I see.”
“What’s your concern? Killing, political espionage?”
“Physical,” Harry said bluntly. “Sexual.”
“Well, I do apologize, but that’s in the contract. You serve the crew by keeping their space clean and orderly, and you serve me through pleasure.” Redpalm used his hands to cover his mouth as he braced his elbows on the table.
“I will never do anything without your consent. You will consent to everything. By the end of the first few weeks, most of the men are begging for it.” Redpalm’s smile pulled even wider behind his hands. “I will own you, I will own what you wear, what you eat, how you spend your time, when you are allowed pleasure.”
Harry’s face burst into deep reds as the man continued.
“In return, you will gain the best education possible, the opportunity to even rule over planets of people, and more wealth than you can imagine… in time.”
“But we have to let you be a sick pervert, and use us in the meantime,” Luke responded, flustered, standing and breaking eye contact as he paced.
“Every man on board has done it, many still ask, even beg for my time.”
“You sick fuck,” Luke spat in frustration.
“Everyone makes sacrifices, and everyone consents, as a matter of fact…” Redpalm started tapping away at his desk again. “Ramone, Titus, please come to my chambers,” Redpalm called over the speakers. “I’ll give you a little demonstration.”
As he finished speaking, the men entered the room, both of whom looked to be in their early thirties. They wore sweat-covered tank tops and shorts that barely went down to their mid-thighs. Instantly, they assumed a position, legs spread, shoulder-width apart, hands behind their backs, grasping their elbows. This pushed their pelvises forward and showed off the clear erections in their pants.
“Yes, Captain!” Both men spoke in unison.
“Ramone, when was the last time you were relieved?”
“Two weeks, sir!”
“Titus?”
“Four days, sir.”
“Both of you, strip,” Redpalm ordered.
Luke and Harry shot nervous glances at each other as the men disrobed quickly and assumed position. What the boys had not expected was for each man to have a series of rings surrounding their cocks. One at the base behind the balls, one which circled the top of the testicles, and a pair on the base of their shaft in front of the balls.
Both men were painfully erect, cocks straining and pointing forward as if they too were standing at attention. These men assumed the positions with their hands behind their backs.
“Spin and spread,” Redpalm commanded.
“You may remove your plugs.” The men did, turning and bending over to show in each of their holes, plugs. Ramone’s was substantially thicker and more intricate-looking. They displayed them like trophies. “Ramone, how long have you been with me?”
“Twelve years, Captain.”
“Titus?”
“Nine, sir!”
“Now, as men stay with me and stay loyal, I grant them gifts. Ramone here successfully directed a coup and has quashed raider groups that outnumbered his men seven to one. Titus has simply been granted his reward for time spent, though I hear the mining locations you scouted are turning record profits. You may have something in order soon.”
“Sir, thank you, Captain!” Titus rang out, beaming with pride.
“Of course, I recognize greatness in all my men. Now, plugs back in, both of you.”
The men did so with ease, then turned around.
“Questions?” Redpalm beckoned.
“What’s… what’s on their uh…” Harry stammered, pointing down towards his nether regions.
“Oh, the rings, standard issue for all my men. Would you like to see how they work? Men come forth.”
Romone and Titus both made their way towards the desk, flanking each boy in a chair.
“If you look, there are four rings: one behind the penis, this one keeps blood flow centered in the area, one on the testicles, this one keeps them tight and out of the way, and two on the shaft. These are for pleasure.”
“…pl….pleasure?” Harry asked nervously.
“Would you like to see?”
Both boys stared at each other before they nodded nervously.
Redpalm tapped on his desk again, and suddenly the rings whirled to life. The ring on the base of the penis and on the testicles began to spin in fast alternating twists. The two on the shaft shot forward, the front one reaching the end of the head, expanding and shrinking to meet its contours. The ring in the back began to spin like the first two and glided halfway up the shaft. Both rings slowly worked their way back down to the base of the cock before quickly launching again.
Redpalm tapped his desk, and the rings stopped. Both men stiffened in urgency. “No release from me today, you may find someone else to finish you off later, go back to your duties.”
The men thanked their captain and exited the room.
“Does… everyone… wear…” Luke asked in mild shock.
“Only if they so desire, once you are out of servitude, it is your choice. Though I don’t know a single man yet who has requested to remove theirs.”
“And they all?” Harry gestured the extension and retraction of the rings with his hands.
“Yes.”
“But can we have other people finish us off?”
“A higher member of the crew may be asked, once you are high enough, you have free rein to designate the duty to other crewmates, so long as there is consent, of course.”
“But if we’re servants?”
“Your pleasure only comes from me,” Redpalm smirked.
“What if we just do it ourselves?” Luke smirked as he proposed his own solution.
“Well, since you are my servants, you are my men. And I own all of my men, so taking your pleasure into your own hands would be stealing from me. And I don’t take thievery lightly.”
There was an audible gulping from the boys.
“Now that won’t be an issue, will it? I keep my servants very well taken care of so long as they follow my rules.”
“No issue, sir!” Harry gasped.
“So I’ll ask you both. One more time, do you want to join my crew?” Redpalm extended the clipboards to both men once again.
Both stared at each other and took a brief moment before signing and passing the sheets back.
“Welcome aboard, boys. This could be the start of something great for you.”