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"dance!" roared the Malay slave-trader as he cracked a stinging cane across Robbie Morrison's bare white arse. The white lads knew what was expected. They began to gyrate in a vaguely rhythmic fashion on the spot in front of the great dais where sat the Siamese noble and his wife and attendants.
Robbie, Hugh and some ten other white slaves were gathered here for display. All fine young sailors from Britain and Ireland. All naked as nature. All linked to one another by their slave collars. And all eager to avoid the painful smacks of the Malay and his fellow Malaysian and Indonesian pirates who had captured their floundering ship and enslaved it's crew.
"thats right, be good whiteys now and jig for the great master up there! Good boys! Show the master how you can move!"- the Malay had adopted a more genial and patronising tone now that he assumed the whites were getting used to understanding their new status. Most of the Asians also took this attitude now. It could snap back very quickly into brutality of course, but it wasn't in their interest to damage their property. White arses with too many scars were unseemly and spoke of a bad investment.
Robbie and Hugh were again side by side. Although Hugh at 23 was Robbie's senior by 3years, young Morrison had the stronger, more optimistic character. They were lovers now of course. Neither had been predisposed to man-on-man love before, but the circumstances of their enslavement had brought them together in a deeply intimate way. So it was with most of the white lads.
The effect of this forced dancing on them brought out the uncomfortable awakening of their erotic desire for each other. Seeing their own and the other white lads jiggling man-tackles and gyrating arses was setting their schlongs to boner mode. This did not escape the attention of their prospective buyer. He wife leaned in and muttered something to the Siamese aristocrat. He in turn motioned the Malay merchant over and whispered something to him. Suddenly they all broke out into convulsions of laughter.
"good boys! Very good whiteys!" eventually exclaimed the Malay as he rose from his fit of giggles
"this great master here is very pleased! He says he likes what he sees and that his great woman here does too! And he says he will buy nice whiteys because he's sure with you boys his wife will be perfectly safe! No need to clip whiteys balls off!!" again, there was a explosion of laughter.
Hugh turned to Robbie and whispered as they continued to jiggle " damn heathens could have had our fookin manhoods fixed! Jaysus Robbie! We're nothing but pets to them!"
A whack of a cane to Hugh's arse ended his conversation.
"You keep dancing boy!" came the harsh voice of a Borneo pirate behind him "you might be bought, but not paid for yet! Mustn't give reason for your new master to change mind! Be good and dance quick now! Show how well Irish boy can dance. Show off big white Irish donger! See, make good buck for breeding! Can't always be puttin it up Scot-boys arsehole! Have to stick it in heifer sometime!" he laughed as he cracked Hugh again for good measure.
Meanwhile, two of the Siamese mistresses ladies had come down from the dais and were engaged in some play for the master's entertainment. They had gotten hold of the string leashes that had been tried around the whiteys testicles and were yanking them as the slaves continued to dance, causing occasional yelps of pain.
"Yes! M'ladies!" laughed the Malay "the whites are a very backward race. Funny big schlongs! Just like baboons! Very tender though! They have fun with them and their smelly white assholes!"
When finally the show was over, the dance was done, and the deal sealed, the white lads were driven back to the slave fortress, cleaned up again, and then locked into a big mobile cage so that they could be stowed aboard the vessel of their new Siamese owner. Robbie and Hugh again had some opportunity to comfort each other in intimate embrace. They didn't mind that they had to sodomise each other with the other lads standing around. Indeed, the other boys got in on the action where they fancied. It was the only comfort any of them could presently get.