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Chapter 1:
As I walked with my mother towards the small village, I had no idea that we would soon be in another world, become slaves, and that I would meet the love of my life. Instead, I was scared, and my heart was pounding. We had been at the beach, and my mother suddenly wanted some ice cream. I only had a tiny thong with me, but my mother said that was okay. I agreed, since I was used to wearing it at the beach.
But as we approached the village, doubts crept in. Tourists were staring at us, not only because of my almost naked skin, but also because of my mother. She wore a poncho-like dress made of two rectangular pieces of linen, held together at the shoulders with cords and around the waist with a rope. It covered her crotch and buttocks, but with every gust of wind or movement, a glimpse of her labia and buttocks could be caught.
We moved to the island from Sweden a few months ago. My mother had seen pictures of the island and felt a strange urge to live there, even though she had never been there before. Soon she sold everything and bought an old barn outside the island's only village, and we arrived by boat. We both immediately felt at home and had the strange feeling of belonging here on the island.
My mother was a photographer and thought the island was a great place for her work. She took many photos of the beaches, the ancient temples, and the village, and after a few weeks, I started posing for her. It was kind of fun to pose naked on the beach, next to old ruins, or in the village.
My mother bought me microstrings back then so I could get a nice tan for the photos. At first, I was nervous about wearing them on the beach, since I was the only boy wearing them. But after a while, I relaxed and got used to them, and most of the other kids were fine with them.
But now we entered the village teeming with tourists, and I felt afraid again. But the feeling of the slippery, old cobblestones under my bare feet was pleasant, as was the warm wind that caressed my skin.
My mother sensed my fear, took my hand, and squeezed it while I looked down at my bare feet to avoid the tourists' stares. We soon reached the market square and sat down at a table in front of the restaurant. She ordered ice cream for us, and the waitress didn't react to the fact that I was practically naked.
The ice cream arrived, and I began to relax. We chatted and watched the tourists. I felt more at ease and even started to enjoy it. And I saw that my mother loved it too. She shifted occasionally, so that part of her small, firm breasts showed when the fabric covering her front moved.
“I’m sorry, but I’d like to congratulate you on your son’s and your family’s clothing,” a man at the next table suddenly said.
He spoke with a strange accent and looked exotic in an indefinable way. He was in his early thirties, muscular, and had olive skin. He wore a black tunic, black baggy trousers, and sandals.
“Thank you. I am Erika and my son’s name is Akira,” said my mother, smiling happily.
"They must have given birth to him very young. You could be his sister," he said.
“Yes, I was only fourteen. I don’t know who his father was, but he must have been very sweet,” she replied, ruffling my hair, and I blushed.
“Yes, indeed. His father must have been Japanese or perhaps Korean?” he asked, looking into my pronounced almond-shaped eyes.
“I believe that too. The boy is a wonderful mix of Asian and Swedish,” said my mother, and I blushed again.
"It's nice to see that you don't hide his beauty. I've never seen a boy running around as naked as Akira," he said, staring at me.
I felt waves of heat shoot through my body when his eyes met mine, and I didn't know what was happening to me.
"That's perfectly natural. At first he was scared, but now he's used to it," she replied.
“Yes, he will quickly get used to being naked,” the man said mysteriously.
“But you, why are you hiding your body? Even though your dress is quite thin,” he asked, looking into my mother’s eyes.
She began to gasp and seemed just as affected by him as I was. He reached out, pulled the cloth aside, and exposed her right breast. My mother seemed unable to protest, and her brown nipples were hard.
“Yes, just as I thought. You also like to be exposed, like your son,” he said softly.
My mother blushed but didn't protest. It was true; ever since we arrived on the island, she wore less and less. After just a few weeks, she was going to the beach topless, and then soon completely naked. It wasn't actually allowed, but most people were okay with it, and we usually stayed somewhat apart from the families.
A few weeks earlier, I had gone swimming, and when I got out of the water about an hour later, I saw my mother kneeling in the sand with a man standing in front of her. I waited until the man shuddered and patted her head, then he pulled up his swimming trunks and walked away. My mother was drinking water from a bottle when she saw me and smiled sheepishly. I didn't notice anything, but of course I knew he had ejaculated in her mouth. After that, whenever I usually went swimming, she had sex with men and also with women on the beach. And last week, when I came to her after a long swim, she was sitting dazed on her heels in the sand. Her heels had spread her buttocks, and I could clearly see a strand of semen dangling from her labia. I had seen some videos and knew, of course, what anal sex was, but I had always thought it only happened between men. I was both shocked and aroused, as I had been imagining being fucked ever since watching the videos. But now we were in the village marketplace, and the mysterious stranger slowly bared my mother's entire front. He pulled at the rope around her waist and removed it. My mother gasped but didn't react as he pulled the fabric over her head and took it off. She sat there, completely naked except for a necklace and anklet. "Please... not here," she whispered, glancing around nervously. "Don't hide your body. Your destiny is to be naked... just like your son's," he said softly, fixing his gaze on me. "What are you waiting for, boy? Take off that tiny piece of clothing; it doesn't make much of a difference anyway," he whispered.
I glanced at my mother. She blushed, smiled nervously, and nodded. I took a deep breath, pulled my thong down, took it off, and handed it to the man. He looked deep into my eyes, nodded, and then turned his attention back to my mother.
"Why do you hide your beauty?" he said softly and soothingly, stroking her hard nipples with his hand.
My mother whimpered and arched her back, as if she wanted to press her small breasts against his palm. I put my feet up on the chair and drew my knees to my chest to hide my nakedness, but my mother reacted differently. She moaned softly and spread her thighs, as if she wanted to expose herself completely to him.
"Good girl, open yourself to your master," he whispered.
He reached down and gently rubbed her bare cleft. She shuddered, leaned her head back, and spread her thighs even wider. Then she moaned loudly as he pressed his finger between her labia.
"You're wet. Are you about to come?" he asked softly as she fingered her vagina.
She nodded, and her labia closed tightly around his finger.
"Prove yourself worthy to me. Come there with your sun and wait for me," he whispered.
“But… but we’re naked,” she whimpered, but he just stared at her until she looked away.
She took a deep breath, stood up, and took my hand.
"Come on, Akira," she whispered, trying to smile encouragingly.
We crossed the market square, and the tourists who saw us gasped and stared. But soon we reached the other side of the square and stood in the shade beside a wall. We hugged each other, and I felt my mother's heart racing and her hard nipples against my chest. She wrapped her arms protectively around me, and I pressed my face to her shoulder, breathing in her scent and slowly calming down. She gently stroked my back and made soothing noises as we stood close to the wall, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
"You're stiff," she whispered and smiled, and I realized I had an erection and my glans was brushing against her labia.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, looking around.
"That's normal," she said quietly, and we just stood there and waited until my erection subsided.
She didn't, and I remained rock hard. The mysterious man sat at the table and watched us. Suddenly, I felt something warm and moist envelop my glans. My mother squatted slightly, her labia closing around my thin shaft, and my small erection slowly disappeared inside her. My body took over, and I began to thrust upward, feeling my shaft move within her.
"Shh, little boy, slowly," she whispered, and I tried to calm down and push more slowly and discreetly.
It felt wonderful, and it was both exciting and scary to do it out there in public.
"So you even do the most forbidden act for me, my beautiful slaves," I suddenly heard the man say and realized that he was standing next to us.
“You will continue until you have satisfied the boy, then you will both follow me to your new destiny,” he said to my mother, reaching between us.
He fondled and caressed her breasts as I thrust upward. I felt the heat and moisture inside me and the soft wrinkles around my thin shaft. My mother's breathing became ragged, and she shuddered. Then I thrust all the way up, rose onto my tiptoes, and came. My erection throbbed inside her, rubbing against her clitoris and bringing her to climax. She cried out and shuddered, and I felt her squirt, and it became wet and hot around my throbbing penis inside her. Our knees went weak, and we had to cling to each other to keep from falling as we both came. The man stood in front of us, hiding us from the people in the marketplace. But he couldn't silence my mother's loud, lustful moans, and tourists stopped and stared at us. We slowly came down from our orgasms, and I sank against her. My mother stepped back, and my penis slid out of her, wet and glistening with her juices. “Come here, I think it’s time for you to leave,” he said, gently but firmly pushing my mother into a side alley. “Where are we going? And what’s your name?” my mother asked, still breathing heavily.
“My name is Karak, and we are going where your destiny will be,” he said mysteriously.
We were in a narrow, dirty alley. He looked around, stopped, and made a strange movement with his hands, and suddenly a strange glow appeared before us. It expanded from a small point to an oval, perhaps two meters wide and three meters high. It glowed at the edges, but inside it was pitch black like a bottomless abyss. My mother and I stared at this strange apparition in confusion, then the man pushed us toward it. We both screamed as we were sucked into the strange portal, then everything went black and we lost consciousness. When I slowly came to, it was as if I were waking from a strange dream. I tried to open my eyes to a slit, but it was so bright and glaring that it hurt. I saw that I was on a vast grassy plain. It was hot and humid, much hotter than before. I was still naked, and suddenly I noticed that my wrists were tied behind my back and my ankles were crossed and also bound. I tugged at the ropes, but they were tight, and I couldn't loosen them.
"How are you, Akira?" my mother asked quietly and calmly.
I turned my head and saw that she, like me, was tied up, naked, and her naked body glistened with sweat.
"Where are we?" I asked, confused.
Around us seemed an endless plain, and we were clearly no longer on the island. The sun shone brightly down on us, and the air smelled different, cleaner, and fragrant with exotic grasses and flowers.
“I don’t know,” she said, obviously trying to sound unconcerned, but I could hear that she was nervous and confused.
“You’re on Ghorr,” said a man behind us, and we both flinched and turned our heads.
I could hardly believe my eyes. A nearly naked man sat atop a dragon-like creature, about the size of a horse, but with a long tail. The animal growled and snarled, and the man made soothing noises until it calmed down. We later learned it was a tharrlaron, a mount common on the planet. Once the creature was quiet, the man leaped off. He was in his late twenties and naked except for a piece of leather tied by a rope around his waist, covering his crotch. "Ghorr?" my mother whispered, clearly having never heard of this place. "Yes, Ghorr. Karak brought you here. He told me you were the most promising slaves he had met in centuries," he said, as he slowly circled us, as if sizing us up from all sides. "Slaves? What do you mean?" my mother asked, as bewildered as I was. “Yes, two truly exceptional sex slaves. Of course, you will first have to be trained and broken in, especially the boy,” he explained, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Sex slave? Who are you?" my mother asked, sounding both frightened and strangely excited.
"You have only just arrived, and I forgive your impertinence. You don't need to know my name and can call me 'Master'," he said, standing in front of her and stroking her hair.
He pulled his loincloth aside, exposing his thick, semi-erect penis. He grabbed it and slapped my mother across the face. She whimpered and threw her head back as he struck her with his penis.
"What will become of us?" she moaned, then opened her lips as if she wanted him to bring his penis to her.
“First we go hunting,” he said, teasing my mother, and slowly wiped his glans over her lips.
"It is a sacred ritual where young warriors fight for you. Normally you are given to the victor as property, but since you were not born here, you will first go to the slave barracks to learn your place, how to give pleasure and submit," he added.
My mother groaned when she heard it, bent over, pressed her lips around his glans and sucked eagerly.
"Then you will learn that what you just did is strictly forbidden. But you can't know that, so I will be merciful," he growled, but with a smile.
He reached down and held her head firmly with both hands. His shaft grew longer and thicker, slowly filling her mouth as he became erect. He pulled her face closer to his crotch, and suddenly she began to gag and writhe. Her throat arched, and his penis triggered her gag reflex. He wouldn't let her pull away, and she vomited up saliva and mucus. He quickly reached behind her head with one hand, placed his other hand around her neck, and squeezed.
She gurgled and writhed as he choked her, then spread her thighs wide and arched her back. Her eyes rolled back, and suddenly she spread her thighs wide. Her labia trembled, and a milky fluid seeped out as her body shuddered.
"You are a wonderful catch. The best slaves are those who truly enjoy it," he laughed, as my mother shuddered and reached her climax.
He quickly pulled out his penis. My mother gasped and spat out saliva as he groaned and ejaculated in her face. Then he shuddered again and aimed at my face, and even more semen sprayed over me. His testicles rose as he emptied them over our faces, then he sighed and adjusted his loincloth.
He untied us and attached two ropes to the saddle of his strange animal. He placed leather collars around our necks and tied the other ends to them.
“Will we return to our world?” My mother asked shyly as he asked us to stand up.
"Maybe. But I think you'll like it here so much that you'll want to stay," he said, grinning and glancing at her bare cleft.
He jumped on his animal and rode off. He set the animal at a trot, and we had to half run, half walk. But the grassy ground was pleasant for jogging barefoot, and we soon found our rhythm, a fine film of sweat covering our naked bodies. The man glanced back from time to time to see how we were doing. When he saw that we were having no trouble, he smiled and nodded.
The grass was strange, fleshier and softer than I was used to. And the bushes, which stood far apart, had chestnut-brown leaves. It was all similar to Earth, yet different. Then I looked up and saw two moons high in the sky. One was large, almost as big as Earth's moon, and light gray; the other was small but reddish.
"Mom, look," I said, pointing upwards to show her the moon.
“Oh my God, we really are no longer on Earth,” she whispered.
After about an hour, we saw a small town ahead. The architecture was unusual, appearing to be a strange mix of medieval and ancient Greek or Roman styles, but also with very different forms and influences. The houses were made of stone, many with flat roofs and columns. They were colorful, painted in bright blues, ochres, greens, and reds.
The man slowed his animal, and we walked into town. The people wore clothes as varied as the houses: robes, tunics, trousers and vests, loincloths, and some were practically naked. Some had large hoods on their heads, and they had something strangely insect-like about them.
People stared at us and stopped to watch us pass. They didn't seem shocked by our nakedness, but rather interested in us, and some pointed at us and talked about us with their companions. We soon reached a place where the man stopped the animal and jumped down.
"Wait here a while. I need to speak with the elders of the town to discuss what will happen to you. I'm sure they're at the inn over there," he said, laughing.
He led us to the inn. Next to the inn, a row of metal rings protruded from the ground, each about half a meter apart, and a rope was attached to each one. Four of these ropes were used to bind the wrists of four naked young women behind their backs. They were all kneeling and looking down, even as we approached. We sat down beside them, and the man tied ropes around our wrists behind our backs.
"Look down and don't draw attention to yourself. You have some leeway because you're still uneducated, but don't tempt fate," he said, ruffling my hair and then entering the inn.
"Do you think we'll go back to our world?" I whispered to my mother.
"Don't worry. If they could bring us here, they can bring us back," she whispered, trying to give me a confident smile.
"Where is your real collar?" whispered the naked girl next to me, as she continued to look down.
"Collar?", I whispered back, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye.
She nodded and tilted her head back slightly to show the narrow metal collar around her neck.
"We don't have one," I whispered.
"So it's true. You're from Earth," she whispered and smiled, and I nodded.
A group of boys, about my age or a little older, approached us. They were talking loudly and seemed to be in a great mood. They stopped a few meters away from us and stared at my mother and me.
“It’s true. My mother told me that two new slaves were captured on Earth and brought here,” said one of the boys.
“My father said sex with slaves from Earth was incredible. He said they would do anything,” another boy added.
The tallest of the boys approached, squatted in front of my mother, and groped her breasts. My mother whimpered, but remembered what the man had told us and didn't react further. The boy smiled proudly at his friends, placed one hand on her left breast, and reached between her legs with the other.
"There will be a hunt with them," he said, clumsily rubbing her labia.
“Yes, and I will win the boy,” said one boy.
I looked up and saw that he was the youngest of them, about my age, and wearing a short tunic that reached about mid-thigh.
"You? And why do you want the boy?" his friends asked.
"He is very cute. He will be my slave," said the boy, standing in front of me.
"I love his eyes, they look like almonds. And his hair is the color of wheat," he added.
He glared defiantly at his friends, lifted his tunic, and revealed his small erection. He had perfectly smooth, olive skin and glossy black hair. His body was lean and strong, with taut muscles and smooth skin. His penis was uncircumcised, unlike mine, smooth and hairless. I stared at him, and my body knew what to do. I leaned forward, took the tip of his penis into my lips, and slowly pulled his foreskin back over the rim of his glans. I took the tip of his penis inside me, sucking eagerly and looking up at him. His friends laughed and patted him on the back.
"He's a good choice. He knows what to do even before he attended the school of pleasure," one said.
I looked up at the boy and saw him smile at me. He was beautiful, and I felt an urge to make him happy. It was the first time I'd had a cock in my mouth, and the sensation was intoxicating. It was small, but hard as a rock, and it tasted like him. I saw his arousal, and he reached down and grabbed my hair. He was trying to appear rough and forceful in front of his friends, but he was careful not to hurt me. He pretended to thrust hard against my face, but he held my hair lightly so it wouldn't hurt, and I enjoyed the feeling of his thin shaft between my lips.
"The slave likes it rough," commented one of his friends, looking down at my crotch.
I realized I was just as hard as the boy who was fucking my face. I was hot and aroused as he used me in public, and being completely naked made it even more exciting.
"You will soon belong to me," groaned the boy.
He pressed my face against his crotch and groaned with pleasure, and his penis thumped and twitched against my tongue as he began to come dry.
“I hope you’ll last longer with the slave if you win him in the hunt, Uru,” said one of his friends, laughing.
Uru slowly withdrew from my mouth and playfully slapped my face with his small, softening penis.
"Better look down again, slave boy," he whispered so that only I could hear it.
I quickly looked down and saw that my mother was moaning. The boy was touching and groping her and grinning at his friends.
"Her labia are closed as tightly as a priest-king's purse," he said, reaching underneath her and fingering her sphincter.
My mother whimpered as he tried to insert his finger into her, but then the man who had brought us here came out of the inn and shooed the boys away. Uru hesitated and smiled at me before running off after his friends.
"The hunt is already prepared. It will begin soon, so let us go to the sacred field," he said, untying the rope from the pole, but keeping our wrists tied behind our backs.
"What kind of hunt is this?" whispered my mother, smiling nervously.
“Don’t worry, it’s a tradition for captured slaves. Young warriors can prove themselves and hunt a slave. They won’t hurt you, but it can be tough if they get too excited,” he said.
"And the boy is being chased by boys his own age," he added.
My mother glanced at me, then we went with the man, our hands tied behind our backs, and were stared at by an ever-growing crowd.
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