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Their limousine stopped in the circular driveway. The driver opened the door and escorted them to the front door of huge home on the waterfront with their single bag of luggage.
Sam entered through the huge carved doors first followed by G.
“Oh…this is beautiful.” G gazed through the house to the rear of the first floor where an expanse of sliding glass doors gave way to a panoramic view of the ocean. He gawked at the scene for a few minutes before turning his attention on the rest of the huge home. The front doors gave a preview of the whole home’s decor. Wood carvings decorated every area of the home’s first floor, including uniquely designed posts with burls in the wood in the well-appointed kitchen.
A thought he shouldn’t have and wished he didn’t have filtered through his mind. He slowly turned to face his husband. “It doesn’t right?”
“What do you think? You know what they say, ‘don’t leave home without it.’” Sam smirked. “Let’s go check it out.”
“Me and my big mouth. Can’t we check out the rest of the home first?”
“Nope.” He grasped his husband’s hand and led him to a door next to the kitchen.
To G it looked like a door leading to a garage. Inside there was a landing about eight by eight feet. Sam flipped on the light switch. Muted purple lights bathed the stairs below them in an eerie glow. G stayed put on the landing as he watched his husband descend the stairs into the basement of the home.
“Get down here right now, slave.”
Shivers traveled up his spine as he followed his Master into the home’s dungeon. Damn. I wish I never even said a word. Down in the basement was the biggest dungeon he’d ever seen. It was equipped with everything his mind could imagine and lots of ’toys’ his mind would rather not know existed. G stayed back from his Master not certain he wanted any part of this place.
“By my side, slave.” Master pointed to a place next to him.
The man stood close to a device he’s never seen before. Was it a torture device? That’s what it resembled. G inched over to his Master’s side.
“Strip, slave.”
“Please Master can’t this wait for some other time—“
“Get with it or I’ll strip you myself,” Master growled.
G dutifully removed his clothes and folded them. He placed them on a chair and waited for the next instructions.
“Lie face down on it with your buttocks rising on the highest spot.”
It was a red leather “S” shaped bench which when laid down on pressed the buttocks upward. G obeyed his Master and positioned himself in the requested manner. Before he could think about what the purpose of this was and what his Master planned to do with him, he felt the man’s hard and hot appendage pressing against his pussy. G relaxed as much as he could and allowed the man entrance into his inner depths.
“Excellent slave. Just what I needed to start off this honeymoon.
“We’re gonna have a lot of fun down in this dungeon.” In a few minutes Master released his load of come into his slave. “Let’s go upstairs and explore the house and then take a shower. Bring your clothes with you.” Master pulled out and started up the stairs.
With come leaking out of his pussy, G followed his Master.
“Go clean up slave. I don’t want come all over the floor. If any gets on the floor you’ll spend the afternoon cleaning it with your tongue.” Master pointed to a huge, luxury bathroom off of the master suite.
G entered the shower and found a wand to clean out his pussy. “Master, you need to clean me out.”
“Do it yourself this time, slave.”
Wow. This was a first. He thoroughly cleaned his pussy with the wand and then replaced it in the bucket of disinfectant solution.
G wrapped a towel around his waist and exited the bedroom.
“Lose the towel slave and come sit on my cock. We’ve got some family business to take care of.”
G cocked his head. Family business? He dropped the towel on the slate tiled floor and climbed on his Master’s lap. In seconds he was seated on the man’s hard cock.
“We’ll drop the formalities while we talk about our family business.”
“I didn’t know we had one,” G said.
“Turn around and lay back against me,” Sam said, helping him to get into position. Once there he shoved his cock deeper into the man’s pussy. “It fits nicely in you.” He lowered his voice. “Need to fuck the come out of your pussy tonight.
“But first things first. We’ve got a serious discussion to tend to while you stay on my cock.
“We’ve got a family business and since you’ve married me you’re part of the business. It’s time for you to make some choices regarding it. The business is the slave trade.”
“Slave trade? What? You? A black man in the slave trade? What in the—“
“You got me through the slave trade.”
G glanced over his shoulder this time. “What?”
“I deal in trained slaves for Masters. Some lifestyle changes and some temporary.”
“Wow, you were serious before.”
“What? You thought this was all a joke. A fling or what?”
“I…just…stupid… it was a stupid thought…forget it. Damn. This is serious business for you.”
“And now you.”
G sighed. “How? What do I do?”
“You make the choice between participating or not.
“If you agree to do so, you’ll demonstrate to prospective buyers how a slave acts and behaves in all types of circumstances.”
G stared over his shoulder at his husband and Master. What had he gotten himself into? Never in his wildest dreams had he thought this would happen. “So is the real reason we’re here in Hawaii?”
“Mostly. I make this trip twice a year to sell slaves to prospective masters.”
G’s mind was going a mile a minute, realizing that everything his Master/Sam ever said to him was one hundred percent true.
“Well, what do you think?”
“I’ve got a load of questions.”
“I’ll make it simple for you. Whatever I’ve asked you do to, you’ll be doing it with a prospective buyer.”
“Condoms?”
“Of course, man, I own you fully now and you’re married to me.” Sam growled, “No one touches my merchandize without wearing protection.”
Merchandize? Now I’m a commodity. Damn.
“Harsh?”
“No, just…I’m shocked at the terminology.”
Sam wrapped his arms around G’s waist and then used the man’s body as a cock sleeve. “You’re mine fucker. Don’t you ever forget that. I’m gonna cream your pussy!” He released the biggest load of come into his husband’s pussy. “Damn. I hadn’t planned to do that right now. Talking about my husband and slave ownership gave me a hard on that wouldn’t quit. Now that was hot.”
G climbed off of Sam’s cock and rushed into the master bathroom. He released the man’s load of come into the toilet. It was the biggest load Sam had ever deposited inside him. He returned to the living room and sat next to his husband.
“I need to know what happened on that other island.”
“Hetty ordered it, created it, and instigated it. She needed answers to lock away that bastard who raped you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? And not letting me use my trigger safe word? I don’t get that.” It irked him that his Master gave him the word and then he wasn’t allowed to say it. Nothing stopped.
“I didn’t want anything to get in the way of you telling me what happened. Neither did she. Whatever it takes is what she repeated in my ear as I continued pursuing the truth.
“But listen, don’t get mad at her. I could’ve stopped it. I could’ve dissed her suggestions.”
G shifted positions on the sofa. He kept his eyes straight ahead, unable to look at his husband. “But you didn’t.”
“No.”
“And you don’t want me angry at her? Why? She did it!” He screamed and leaped off the sofa. “You of all people followed her orders and didn’t give a damn what it did to me!
“I need space. Can’t think straight. Can’t believe you were both cohorts in all of this. You’re my husband. Damn it. I married you.
“What was I thinking?” He shook his head and slipped out the far side of the house through the folding glass wall of doors. G crossed his arms and held them tight against his chest. He wanted to scream at Sam and then Hetty and then…just scream. G released his arms and trudged down to the beach. A well-groomed path led to sand dunes and a pristine beach, washed again and again by the ebbing and flowing tides. He stood gazing at the waves and feeling their rhythm as they pounded the shoreline.
In the next moment, he realized he was stark naked standing on the shore. G lowered to the sand and hoped no one from the other houses could see him. It was close to dusk. He glanced over his shoulder to the left. No houses. To his right. The same. G sighed and laid back against the still warm sand.