Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2024 20:03:45 +0000 From: Zarmba Subject: 1804 Donate if you can to Nifty and keep this service going. Captain Karim could barely believe his luck. His fleet had blown off course in the wild Atlantic, been scattered and distressed by contrary winds. Cargos lost. Men overboard. And then, a miracle. The Barbary fleet had made land in a sheltered cove within Scotland's western Hebrides. The great corsair galleys filled the bays of the tiny and remote islets. Karim's men were saved. They loaded up on food and water and rested. And when the ships had been repaired and supplies taken on, they were able to load up on a different but equally lucrative cargo. The locals. These Scottish peasants, fisherfolk and shepherds were easily subdued and taken as slaves. Boys and men along with the young women. Only the aged were left to tell the tale. These white slaves would fetch a very handsome price in Algiers or Tripoli. They were stripped naked, then shackled into coffle and driven aboard the galleys with crops and bullwhips, the white arses of the captives glistening like pearls in the northern summer sun as they were dragged into the stinking slave hold to begin their tortuous journey south to a life of slavery. There they would be bottom of the pile. Black slaves were hardier and occupied a higher rack than these smelly white northern beasts. Jamie McDonald now lay shackled in the slave-hold, pressed against his mate Davie Andrews. Both fine young men of 20 summers, pale skinned, black haired, and naked as nature, Davie in front, Jamie fixed in tight behind. The barbaries had fastened chords around their testicles, linking the one of the man behind through the legs and around those of the man in front. It made it easier to drag them into line when necessary. Jamie hadn't counted on this sensation -- amid all the horrors since their capture -- that was rising steadily and urgently in his dick. Good lord. Could it be? Why was he getting a stiffy here behind his old pal? Davie's firm pristine arse pressed back against him. He couldn't help himself. Was this not unnatural? "Davie boy" he whispered "ive got something to tell ye. I can'nae help it pal. It's just that I think..." "I know boy. I can feel it. Din'nae worry pal. I knew aboot you afore. It's like that with me tae. I love ye pal. Gonna let it slip in. I'm a waiting. We might as well. We may no get a chance when we arrive in the heathen land. Gonna give it me now boy." Davie bent forward as far as he could, offering Jamie his ripe young asshole. "Alright then boy. I'll go as soft as I can" Jamie whispered back as he negotiated his raging young dong between Davie's arse-cheeks and up into his hole. A furious bout of thrusting, panting, squelching and slapping of sweaty skin and cries of ecstasy followed. Then the boys, still panting in sublime contentment fell into a delicious sleep of exhaustion as they were ferried across the deep to a new life of slavery and humiliation on the wild Barbary coast. As always, comments and suggestions to my email address above are welcome.