High Hopes 18+ (virtualoo)

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Oh, what a blissful night it was! The air was blowing fresh off the mountains and the stars winked overhead, as though they knew the saucy secret to how Ianol had been spending his time off. Ianol was in the highest of spirits after spending the day and the night out on the town. How many young things had he tapped since then? Three? Ianol thought it was three but he might have been counting the same person twice. Of course, his count didn't include the blowjob he'd paid for. It was nice but not as nice as taking it up the arse from a real professional. Oh yes, that cock had massaged his rump something special. Ianol was bound to be imagining that transaction through the long weeks until the airship next made port.

 

Ianol's newest belongings were strapped to his bare arms so he didn't loose them and his clothes were barely there. They clung to him about his waist, held in place only by his belt. His chest was bare, revealing several new bite marks and hickies. His back was red too from a gentle flogging he'd received from his prostitute. While BDSM wasn't on the top of his list of kinks, a little spice was always nice. It was just enough to leave a warm tingle that seemed to trail all the way to his ring of muscle, now stretched wide by the attention it had received. Mmmmmm... yes. Ianol was all warm and tingly inside. If the sun had not been rising, signalling he had to return to High Hopes, he would have sought out another warm body to plant his dick in. Just thinking about it had Ianol stopping to suck in his upper lip, a soft moan escaping his nostrils.

 

Alas for Ianol, it was time to get back to the flying airship named High Hopes. She would no doubt want to know all the dirty details of how he'd spent his night. Taji wouldn't. Taji would take one look at Ianol and decidedly not want to know what his first mate had gotten up to over the last eighteen hours.

 

Taji groaned the moment he saw his first mate staggering up the gang plank. Ianol smiled widely, waved and overbalance. Instead of coming to help Ianol, he took a few steps back to get out of the way. Ianol was notoriously grabby in his current state and had on more than one occasion received a whipping for groping the captain. It was commonly known that Ianol sorely wanted to sleep with his captain but usually had the respect and sense to keep his hands to himself. In this state, which Taji assumed was due to no small amount of herb, the asvang was completely uninhibited and prone to acting on any thought in his head.

 

'Not one word. Get downstairs and wash up!' Captain Taji ordered. 'No talking to anyone, no touching and don't come anywhere near me until you've sobered up.'

 

The look on Ianol's face was akin to a wounded puppy. No friendly greeting? No hugs? Ianol supposed he was never greeted with any of those things but he never expected the harsh tone Taji took with him on mornings like this. He hadn't done anything wrong! At least, he couldn't remember doing anything wrong this time. Had he? He was sure he'd not slept with any princes, mafioso, trading partners or anyone else who could get him in trouble. Maybe he had. Ianol shook his head and pulled a despondent face at Taji before trailing his way down to his quarters. Maybe it was the smell that put Taji off Ianol. He sure did smell like sex and drugs.

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Green eyes peaked through some short scruffy blonde hair at the airship that had made port in the town. It really looked like they might have some pretty good stuff on board. If he could be very careful about this, he could be in and out of there with some food and provisions at minimum. Maybe, if he got lucky, he could even get some money out of this! Then he would not have to search for a shelter constantly or resort to sleeping in a spare room at distasteful places with all the noise in the background.

 

Alfonse stood off in a side alley, in slimming yet scruffy looking clothes of a man who does not look well off but not the most desolate of the poor people. He scanned the boat, keeping his gaze focused on the airship. Alfonse knew this was a risky move but he could make it big if he was very careful. He looked inside the only one of his real possessions, a tattered brown messenger bag for a weapon. Some sturdy cloth...a knife...He hoped he would not need to use it.

 

Now, the more he can stuff in his bag and the quicker he can be the better. If he was able to stowaway on the ship, even more ideal. New places and new ways to make a living and make money. Alfonse started to make his move, blending and slinking through the crowd with his thin frame. Good...He was close now..He did not run onto the ship as it might cause too much attention but he did not walk too slowly for people to hopefully not take notice of him.

 

Good...Alfonse thought as he managed to make it onto the airship. He headed toward the direction of what he assumed would be the quarters of the ship, hoping some of the crew would leave some good possessions in there. He went into the very first door he saw, slowly opening in to peer inside and see if anyone was in there. Good...No ones there...Alfonse thought as he slipped inside and closed the door behind him. Now, what do you got? Alfonse thought as he looked around.

 

Suddenly, Alfonse heard footsteps coming toward the very room he was in. -Shit...!- He thought as he was frantic for a place to hide. Well...Under the bed is my best shot...Alfonse thought as he quickly tried to squeeze under the bed and cover his presence with a few random articles.

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The door to the first mate's quarters swung open and Ianol staggered through the door as though drunk. He lunged forward as he walked and hefted up the bags weighing him down. These he untangled one by one and tossed them on the bed for later. The asvang didn't even realise his door was unlocked or that there were a few stray items tucked along the side of his bed. He didn't seem to notice much of what was happening around him. He was far too busy struggling to peel his soiled clothes from his sweaty body. Once they were tossed on the bed along with his purchases, he stretched out and reached up to the ceiling. The asvang let out a long groan then rubbed at his bare, hairless chest. He was starting to feel a bit itchy after the night's events.

 

Ianol looked around for his pitcher, basin and everything else he needed to scrub off. Cold water and a good wash would clear his head. He wasn't foggy as much as uninhibited. He was likely to make risky decisions and was prone to poor judgement until the drugs cleared his system. Taji would have his hide if anything happened to High Hopes. Ianol sometimes wondered if there was something more between them than the normal captain-airship relationship. That lead to wondering how such a relationship would be consummated. Ianol tilted his head as he pictured Taji trying to mount the figurehead. It was a strange sight.

 

'If only he would mount me,' Ianol muttered aloud.

 

Such thoughts gave way to another string of images, leaving a weird smirk on Ianol's lips. He took advantage of the moment and sat back on the bed with his knees spread wide. One last joyride wouldn't do any harm. Ianol lay back on the bed and brought his feet up to rest on the edge. He closed his bright, cyan eyes and bit on his lower lip as he let the picture encompass his imagination. Soon Alfonse would hear all the sounds of hands on flesh. Ianol moaned loud and arched his back as he felt himself stirring.

 

'Yessss,' he hissed. 'Captain, ah! Hnnnnn!'

 

Ianol was a very vocal lover, and a very attentive one too. He kept rocking his hips and moaning through his masturbation until the entire bed shook back and forth. Ianol was thrusting up into one hand then bucking back onto the other. He flipped himself over and bit down into the bed as the euphoria rose up through him. Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes! The herb coursing through his system made it all the more wonderful. He couldn't get enough of his own hand until... until...

 

 

'AHHHHHHHHHHH!'

 

The entire bed shook, its posts creaking in protest from the force of Ianol's bucking. Heat rose and fell within him before he lay slack on the bed, panting heavily and moaning softly. A crooked smile was plastered across his face and there was a wet patch where he'd been biting. The captain would have been mortified by what his image had created. Ianol didn't particularly care, though he would later when he was sober. What he'd done was very disrespectful, even if Taji Acram never found out about it.

 

'Hn-mmmm,' Ianol moaned as the last of the sensation left his body feel cool.

 

It was such a wonderful chill but he didn't have time to bask. Ianol slithered off the side of the bed and pushed himself into standing. Where was that basin of water he'd poured? Right where he'd left it, obviously. Ianol quickly scrubbed himself off, splashed his face and lathered himself in liquid soap before wiping himself clean. All the while, there was a cheery tune upon his lips. He hummed away as he put clothes on and made himself decent. He paused only to inspect himself in the twelve inch mirror before heading to the door and locking it behind him. No doubt Taji was waiting for him to appear so they could set a course for Ingham, the next stop on their route.

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Alfonse heard the sound of the door swinging open and the sound of uneven footsteps echoing over the floor. Possibly drunk..? Definetly drunk or inibriated to some degree, he could smell the odors from the man even from here. He could not get a good angle on who the man was and did not plan to try that hard to get a good glimpse. It seemed that he wasn't spotted and planned to keep it that way.

 

It seemed he would need to very quiet, only lightly breathing as holding in his breath might cause more noise with a heavier breath. The feet seemed to draw closer to the bed and he heard the mans voice for the first time. 'If only he'd ride me...?' What is that man talking about? Surely not what he thinks he could mean but it was none of his business...Alfonse stayed even more still as the man seemed to come and lay on the bed. Just stay...perfectly still....

 

Oh....Oh dear god...of all the moments...why now? Why did he have to get stuck in this particular quarters? Alfonse could hear the sound of moaning and bed rocking above him, trying desperately to ignore it. While a darker part of his mind wanted to admit he loved hearing those sounds, he had to try and tune it out. Just focus on being quiet and that man should be done with himself soon...

 

That moment could not have been any longer as the man finally seem to have found pleasure in what he assumed was the idea of his on the 'captain' of the ship. He dared not move until the other left, locking the door behind him. Well..It looked like he was stuck in this room now. And it didn't look like there was much along the lines of food in this room. He had to try and get out of here as soon as he could...make a break for it when the door unlocked? ll for now he had to remain hidden..hope not to be found...and try to get out of here.

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In just over an hour, Ianol was back. His cheeks were flushed red from the wind but he looked far more settled than he had the previous time he'd entered his quarters. He locked the door behind him, scratched at his chest and went about unbuttoning his long sleeve shirt. The asvang yawned and stretched each way before looking over to the belongings on his bed. A soft groan escaped him as he realised he'd have to put it all away before he would be able to rest. He came over and began unfastening the ropes holding all the bags together and round them into a hank. He moved about the room, putting away the ropes, the bags and his newest acquisitions. Many of them were impulse buys or gifts that reminded him of his family and friends back in Sevilla. He was usually pretty good at holding off with such purchases until the drugs kicked in. After that there was no knowing what he might buy or what he might do.

 

The asvang was just packing away the last of the souvenirs when one of the decorated, coloured crystal balls rolled under the bed. A cursive hiss escaped the man's lips as he worried it might crack. There were a fair few things under the bed from previous expeditions into foreign towns so he had to rummage a lot to try to find the thing. It wasn't the crystal ball he found though.

 

'Hello, hmmm? What do we have here?' he purred softly.

 

Ianol looked directly at the stow away and reached out his hand to grab at any fabric he could find. He couldn't quite see what it was under there, he was very short of sight, but he could hear its heartbeat and even smell its consternation at this distance. Instead of trying to drag it out, he plucked at the ball he was trying to find and stood up. Either the thing would come out to be taken to the captain or Ianol would bring the captain here.

 

'You'd better come out of your own accord, stow away, or the punishment will be severe,' he said calmly. 'We might even let you off at the next stop if you explain yourself properly.'

 

It was bordering on a lie. All airships and all captions from air and sea killed stow aways. Stow aways were rats that had to be eradicated or they would breed. The very lightest of punishments was to have a hand severed, similar to how thieves aboard ship were treated. Ianol knew this but he doubted forcing the young man out would do any good. They were floating in the air, over a mile from the ground without the need to anchor for two weeks. There was no place to escape too unless this one had wings.

 

'What is your name, stow away? From where do you hail?' Ianol asked.

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Alfonse was hoping for the best, hoping that when the man would come in the room again that he might leave it unlocked. Then at least he can quickly find another hiding place. There was not much in there and nothing he could pocket in his bag. He was only about to nibble on some food he had in his bag when he heard the door about to open. Luckily, he was still positioned under the bed and swallowed quickly.

 

It seemed that the man bought many souvenirs as he seemed to organize things and hang just above the bed. Alfonse stayed perfectly still as to not make a sound. It was going well until it felt like his heart jumped into his throat. Time seemed to stop as a crystal rolled under the bed and eyes peered under, looking right into his. He knew he saw him as when the man had stood up, he asked, no, told him to come out.

 

This is bad....very....very bad!

 

Alfonse quietly crawled out from under the bed, standing up in front of the man and finally getting a good look at him. So this was the man who fancied the captain...? Hopefully if needed he can use it to help his own situation but most likely not. "I am Alfonse, I am from your last port" Alfonse spoke after a deep breath, scared and cursing his bad fortune but trying not to show it.

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Ianol stood properly and put his hands on his hips as the thing crawled out from under the bed. He looked over the young man, noting the tatty clothes, the rucksack and how dirty he was - at least, he was dirty by Ianol's tastes. The asvang wrinkled his nose but otherwise kept his thoughts to himself. The ship took on all species from all walks of life. Some of the sailors had come from worse stock than this one. That wasn't the problem.

 

'Do you realise the situation you're in? Do you know what happens to people in your situation?' Ianol said firmly, though not unkindly.

 

The first mate wasn't very good at being unkind. He could be all sorts of things but rarely nasty. It didn't suit his flair. He was better at being authoritarian, imposing, possessive or inappropriately touching people. He looked down at the young man and waited for a response, letting the silence draw out as he stared at the thing in front of him. He couldn't see more than a blur but the stow-away didn't know that. He'd just catch the direct, penetrating stare that didn't seem to locate his eyes. It was all smell with Ianol, smell and sound. That was how asvang interpreted the world. This one didn't smell none too nice either. He wasn't entirely stinky but definitely from the bottom of the social ladder. It was almost pitiable - almost. Ianol had to remember the rules dictating the treatment of stow aways.

 

'So, Alfsonse, what do you have to say for yourself? Why are you on this ship? If I smell a lie on you, you'll find yourself dancing a short jig from a shorter rope,' he warned. There was an honesty to his words. It was common knowledge that all stow aways were dealt a swift death. The truth could very well be the key to the young man's survival. Again, Ianol waited for his response.

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"I realize..." Alfonso said simply with a small nod, standing up straight as he was preparing for the worst. He knew how stowaways were stealth with..He just did not plan on being a stow away. At least if he was going down, he was going down his way. Maybe he will get very...very lucky and he will not get liked right away.

 

"And I fully realize what happens to people like me" Alfonse nodded his head, trying to be confident and not scared. If he was going to die, he had to eye and not freak out..don't cry.

 

Alfonso got a better look at the other as the other spoke. He seemed like the nice type but he knew from..certain moments befoe that he was not the captain. The captain would probably not be too gentle with him, this in comparison was Annie McKee. Maybe he will be lucky as the other was giving him a chance to speak.

 

"I just wanted to get some food..food and a small bit of money so I wouldn't need to stay in unsavory places. I was o lay going to come in my out but then you came in and did things thinking about the captain and licked the door behind you. So..even if I wanted to leave I was trapped on the ship" Alfonso said everything that happened since he was on the ship with a small sigh. He didn't want to think about it anymore but he chose to add that other detail in too.

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'Good. Then you have no excuse for your behaviour,' Ianol replied firmly. That certainly made things easier. It was too bad the man had come aboard this ship. Such a waste of a life, even if the life wasn't worth more than a loaf of bread.

 

'Oh? You were going to steal from me, were you? I certainly can't have that,' he said. Something about the situation amused him and it showed in his voice, as though he were about to chuckle at Alfonse's predicament. It was the man's own fault and there was nothing he could do about it.

 

'Come on, we'd better take you to the captain,' he said as he reached out. He grabbed Alfonse by the shoulder and pushed him towards the door. 'And don't think about running either. You'll only make it worse for yourself.'

 

There were always punishments worse than a quick bullet to the head or a short hanging. If the young man were to run and hide, the crew would be sent out to search for him. That would irritate the captain to no end and he may even have the young man slowly whipped to death or keelhauled. Ianol gripped Alfonse's shoulder a little harder, as though the thought of putting the young man through pain made him a little protective. The young man was honest at least and he was quite attractive, despite the fact he was underfed but that was easily fixed. A month of hearty meals would do him good.

 

Having a slave around would certainly have its benefits too. Ianol was a blood drinker and currently on powdered and fish blood. It was disgusting but that was life in the air. Only when they were low over the ground did Ianol have the chance to hunt at night, and only when they were close to the wilderness. He wasn't allowed to hunt sheep or cause problems for the local people. With a little persuading, he was sure he could persuade Alfonse that it wasn't so bad to be a blood slave. He'd be treated very well and have enough food to feed them both! He would have his life too.

 

As Ianol pushed Alfonse towards the door, he asked, 'what would you say to being a slave?'

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Alfonso stood his ground, thinking he was ready to accept his fate. He would be punished if he was lucky but it seemed death would be imminent since he got caught. He managed to get locked on board this airship before he was even able to get away with anything! He was subjected to hearing the others 'fun' thoughts about the captain and there he was in front of him, ready to send him to his death.

 

It was slowly looming on him with the firm grasp on his shoulder and push toward the door that he was probably about to die. He was going to be sent to his death for trying to deal from an airship and probably a high ranking one as well. The looming terror of his death was coming over him and he was getting terrified. Alfonso was not so ready and accepting of his fate as he thought he was only moments ago. He didn't want to die...not like this!

 

Everything seemed to freeze for a moment as the other proposed the idea of being a slave. Like...a worker on the ship? Did he really want to subject himself to a life of servitude abroad the air ship? Considering his options, it was either this or death. "If it means I get to live.." Alfonso said quietly after a moment of silence. Hard labor was better than death...and he hated to admit that.

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'You will live but you won't be allowed to leave the ship,' Ianol said, then smiled in an amused way. 'We wouldn't want you escaping the first chance you got. No captain can affords to be lax with stow aways like that.'

 

Alfonso was pushed out into the light and back along the deck until they were standing at the staircase up to the poop deck. Ianol was sure to keep gripping those shoulders tightly. His fingers gripped through the fabric and he was wary of any chance to bolt.

 

'Running would not be a good idea. You have nowhere to go and you'd only suffer a long death,' he said with a heavy sigh. He didn't like saying these things but it really was better for the young man to behave himself. 'And make sure you don't insult the captain either. He's a fair man but he has a job to do. Be honest with him and try to make a good impression.'

 

There was a whole lot more Ianol might have said but he either did not think or it or did not have enough time to discuss it. It was probably better not to be planning things behind the captain's back anyway. He just nudged Alfonse up the stairs, keeping one hand to hold the man and the other to hold the stairs. He squinted slightly in the sunlight and tugged at his clothes to make sure nothing was exposed to the sun. He wouldn't burst into flames like a vampire would but the albino would burn and blister.

 

'Captain Taji!' Ianol called as he continued to push Alfonse along.

'What is this, Ianol?' the man said with a frustrated sigh.

 

Taji was a tall man with deeply tanned skin and a narrow face. His black hair was short around the face with a long ponytail at the back that went down to his waist. It was a lovely, sunny day so he wasn't wearing his ornate captain's coat. It was his authority and baring that marked him as the captain more than any tricorne hat or coat. He was stern looking, not the type prone to laughter, but he didn't seem overly violent or aggressive either.

 

'What have you done now, Ianol? Who is this?' the captain demanded.

'We have a stow away. He was hiding under my bed. He said he was there to steal money and food,' Ianol replied.

 

Taji took a deep breath through his nose and looked hard at Alfonse.

 

'Well, is this true? What are you doing aboard High Hopes?' the captain asked.

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Alfonse was not sure what being a slave on an airship entailed and it seemed the other didn't want to or neglected to go into detail at that moment. For now he was being guided toward the upper level of the ship, not needing to be told that there was no where to run. Of course if they were in the air they would have no where to run! And getting his escape from a random port was bad if he did not know the area well enough. Please let whatever the slave work be easier tasks...

 

Alfonse blinked as he stepped onto the upper levels of the ship, able to look around the place that would be his prison or his death bed. It seemed it would be a jail if he would be this guys slave for whatever work he would be given around the ship. The other would probably explain the details later should he live..

 

It seemed this 'Captain' he had heard about was this man that seemed to command authority in his presence. This captains name seemed to be Taji from what the guy who gripped his shoulder was referring to him as and this guy was Ianol. This man would be if he did slave work for Ianol or his life ended here if the other decided against this.

 

"Yes, I wanted enough to not sleep on the street or in less reputable places. I wanted enough to not sleep there...And some food. I was about to leave the ship when I got locked in his room so I got stuck on here.." Alfonse left out certain parts certainly the captain would not want to hear.

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Captain Acram Taji looked down upon Alfonse with a hard stare. He was gauging the value of the young man he saw before him. He didn't see much but Alfonse's kind were a dime a dozen. When he was finished his survey he looked at Ianol, who smiled sheepishly before nudging Alfonse forward a little. The captain could almost tell what Ianol was thinking with a blush like that and he certainly didn't like it.

 

'Okay, let's take a look at you. What did you say your name was?' the captain asked his captive.

 

One hand reached out and ran yanked Alfonse the rest of the way forward. He opened his mouth and stuck a finger in there, feeling around each of the teeth. He tilted the head back and had a look inside Alfonse's mouth as if he were purchasing a slave. He then grabbed the man's shirt and pulled it up over his head so he could take a look at his tummy to gauge how emaciated the young man was. He poked, prodded and squeezed the man's arms to see how much muscle there was. He licked his finger and rubbed at the skin to see how oily or dirty he was before pulling the shirt back down. He then leaned forward and took a whiff of the man's hair before standing back and staring down at the man before.

 

Ianol was still standing there quietly, looking more curious than anything. He cleared his throat to try to get the captain's attention but Taji was still considering what to do with Alfsonse. The only response Ianol got was having a finger held up at him to silence him. Ianol just sighed and watched his captain think.

 

'Have you ever worked a hard day's labour in your life? Have you ever even had a job?' he asked. 'Where is your family? Your parents? Do you have any siblings? ... Have you bred yet?'

 

The captain then turned from Alfonse to Ianol.

 

'Go on, say whatever you're going to say,' he said in a firm tone.

'Ah, yes. Since he's a dead man anyway-'

'I didn't say that,' the captain replied in an even tone.

'Since his life is already at your mercy, Captain, that you might give him to me as a slave.'

'He has no papers... Stow away, where are your papers? Give them to me,' Captain Acram ordered.

 

Captain Acram held out his hand expectantly, waiting for Alfsonse to produce some sort of passport papers that would show any criminal record, his movements and his nationality. It would also show who his parents and siblings were, if he had any.

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Alfonse held his head up high, not wanting to let a guy like this get the best of him. He was not going to show the other this bubbling fear he had inside of him. This was his life on the line right now...and he did not exactly look like he would be a fit worker probably to this captain. This captain seemed well groomed and well maintained who probably held people to a high standard or some stupid thing like that. But considering who he had as the people under him...He would not be so certain.

 

"Alfonse" He answered simply with a small nod, finding himself suddenly being pulled in as soon as he had said his name. This guy was poking and prodding at him like he was some animal for sale. He didn't appreciate the fingers in his mouth and the seemingly casual poking of his ribs and sniffing his hair. He was not pleased with this, not even self conscious about his looks or appearance at the moment. If he got this labor job, he would probably look better than he did now anyway. If his life was not on the line, Alfonse would have bitten the finger in his mouth and punched him right in the gut! He was not some cattle to be poked and prodded!

 

"I have no family that I know of sir and no I have yet to breed" Alfonse said, slightly confused at those questions. Maybe it was perhaps to see if he had family waiting for him somewhere? Was he trying to be kind or save his own skin from family members coming after him for taking one of their own as a labor slave. "And yes I have worked a day of labor.." He added on, sometimes working moving things as needed for people and such like that every once in awhile.

 

Alfonse looked down at the extended hand, waiting and expecting his papers to be in there. "I do not have any Captain. I do not even know who my family is or where I came from. Abandoned at birth somewhere....satisfied?" He said, more bitter thinking about it than the Captain asking for it. He figured the other wouldn't care or would think he was just withholding them anyway so what was the point?

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'Alfonse, I am Captain Acram Taji. I suppose you've already met my first mate, Ianol le Sai. Do you know what it is he wants you for?' the captain asked.

Ianol flushed red and looked off in the distance as though distracted.

'Ianol, why don't you tell him?' he replied, looking over at his first mate.

'I am an asvang, I need blood to survive,' Ianol replied.

The captain turned back to Alfonse.

 

'I have three options. The simplest would be to kill you, as I ought to do. The second is to have you as my cabin boy and powder monkey. You don't have enough muscle on you to work the rigging and I doubt you can read a map. The third is to hand you over to Ianol here, who will use you for blood, sex and very little else,' he explained.

 

'Yes, that satisfied my need for knowledge, unless you have anything else to add,' the captain replied to Alfonse. Alfonse was just like any street rat really. The captain didn't need to be a genius to judge for himself that the man had little in the way of skills, education or anything going for him. A good master or captain was the best the man could ask for in life. It wasn't like he had an up-and-going career path.

 

'If I may, I do need a new slave,' Ianol commented.

'That's your own fault, not mine. You managed to lose the last one on your last escapade,' the captain commented.

'Still, that doesn't negate my need,' Ianol replied.

'If I hand him to you, you're going to have to be responsible for him.'

'I know that.'

'Yet you left Kechakan behind,' Taji replied. 'Very well, you can have him. BUT you are responsible for feeding him, keeping him and getting his papers drawn up.'

 

Like that, Alfonse's fate was decided. The captain turned to Alfonse and looked him in the eyes. He had a stern way about him but he wasn't cruel by nature. He was a dutiful captain who had grown into the role as was expected of him.

 

'Ianol may be your new master but you answer to me first. The needs of the ship and crew come before any individual, which includes you, Ianol and myself too. If I tell you to take up a sword and fight, you fight. If I tell you to scrub the latrine, you will do that too. Selfishness will be punished. Trying to escape will be punished. Disobedience will be punished,' the captain explained. 'Ianol, it is your responsibility to train him in the ways of airshipping, starting with meeting Hope. You'd better get going if you want to get any rest before sun down. Alfonse, do you have any questions?'

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Alfonse stood silently as the Captain introduced himself and the person whose cabin he got stuck in and whose slave he would soon become. It seemed the Captain had something else to add about the position as the captain was saying if Ianol told him what he needed him for. Was there something he was not told or understood? He was told slave, doesn't that mean manual labor and such?

 

When Ianol spoke up, his eyes went wide for a moment in surprise. Blood....not figuratively but literal blood slave? "He neglected to mention that when he mentioned becoming a slave..." Alfonse turned to glare at him before turning back toward the Captain as he was given his options. All of them were not ideal, the first meaning his death and the second being a job he would have no real idea how to perform since he was not skilled in airships. Unless he wanted to die right then and there, he had to be this blood and sex slave to this Ianol pervert who touched himself to the idea of the captain. This was not a situation he ever expected to see himself in...

 

It seemed Ianol had a similar slave before this but the slave managed to escape from what he understood. Maybe he could slip away at a stop with some careful planning. Get fed, spend some time getting to know the ship and find out any means of escape. He had to...He had to at least try! But the way he was being referred to by the Captain, it made him sound like a common household pet being adopted. He was not some pet! Alfonse kept his thoughts to himself, knowing it was wise to not voice these thoughts.

 

Alfonse listened silently as the Captain said that while he was now this slave to Ianol, he was under the others command first. At this point, he would rather scrub a latrine than have his blood sucked out by this guy. But if it got him fed, he would need to play their game for now. He just needed to do what they said until he was a free man once more. No matter what, he would figure out what his slave hood would consist of surely by the end of the night.

 

"No..Captain" Alfonse said with a small nod. "Now...You will need to fill me in on what you neglected to tell me earlier as your...slave" He said with a grin to Ianol as he tried to contain his emotions. He was, in a way, lied to about what he was expected to do. He was not too fond of being lied to and about what would be done to him. Was this going to be a day to day thing, once a month? What did he sign himself up for?

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'I'm sure he didn't. He tends to forget little details like that,' the captain said.

 

Captain Acram Taji gave Ianol a reproving expression, as if to say he needed to be more vigilant with details like that. This time it was no consequence but one could never know what Ianol might gloss over in future. Ianol just smiled innocently, though there was a darker tinge to his cheeks to show his embarrassment.

 

'If that's all you want, Ianol, you may go. Remember, Hope first,' Taji said firmly.

'Of course, Captain. He'll meet her right away,' Ianol replied, giving a salute.

 

Ianol was quite pleased with the way things had gone. He hadn't deliberately lied about what Alfonse's life would involve but he hadn't been entirely forthcoming either. There hadn't been time for it. Well, now Alfonse knew and there was little either of them could do about it. He did have to correct one thing though.

 

'When he said I was going to use you for sex, he didn't mean I'm going to rape you. It is still expected of you but you can say no if you are averse to it,' he replied. 'Blood, you have no choice in though. I need to eat blood to live... and I will expect you to serve me as a personal slave. Do you know how to tend burns and other wounds?'

 

The asvang waved Alfsonse on then reached down to take him by the wrist. So early on in the affair he didn't expect that Alfonse would follow of his own accord and they would have to see Hope before did anything else. He lead the new slave to the front of the boat where there were ropes ties to the railings for that specific purpose. Ianol pushed Alfonse up againsty the rail and held one hand on him until he was sure Alfsonse wouldn't bolt.

 

'Stay still and don't wriggle,' Ianol ordered as he picked up the ropes.

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Alfonse thought it was glossed over but it seemed the Captain knew he would probably not have mentioned it even before all this with what he said about small details. Could he even begin to remotely feel comfortable much less trust Ianol who he was supposed to be a blood and sex slave to? Well there was nothing he could do about it now..

 

He was grateful when he could say no to the sex situation even if the blood taking was not pleasant. The very idea of taking his blood sounded painful and just...wrong! But he was stuck like this now...and it would happen sooner or later. Now, there was one question that came to mind from how those two spoke..

 

Who is Hope?

 

They mentioned Hope was a she so was there some woman on board he had to meet? Alfonse didn't have time to think of it as his wrist was soon grabbed and he was pulled toward the front of the boat. He looked to his side and saw Ianol was picking up some rope while pinning him with one arm. "Just what are you doing..?" Alfonse said as he got very tense, wondering why he was about to likely be tied up.

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'I'm tying you up. What does it look like I'm doing?' Ianol said absently. He didn't waste any time wrapping the rope several times around Alfonse's waist and tying it up tight. He then wrapped the rope around the young man, knotting it at several intervals until it resembled a harness. The asvang started tugging and checking over the knots he made, glancing at Alfonse every now and then to make sure he stayed. He then tied the other end of the rope to the rail of the ship and knotted it several times to make sure it was secure.

 

'That looks sturdy enough,' he commented before standing up straight.

 

Ianol grabbed Alfonse by the rope going up his back and groaned as he hefted the young man up. Alfonse might not have been that heavy but Ianol wasn't that strong. He leaned back a bit as he lifted the young man up then bodily shoved him forward to throw him over. He stood at the edge of the ship and leaned over, completely amused by the wonderful "prank"

he was pulling on the young man. He'd done this with Kechakan too and received several blows for doing so. His previous slave had been sour two weeks before Ianol managed to butter him up. He wondered how long Alfonse would take to settle down.

 

'Are you all right down there?' Ianol called, failing to keep the amusement from his voice. He gave a chuckle as he looked down.

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Alfonse was confused as to why Ianol was typing rope around him to begin with...what purpose did it serve? He looked down as Ianol seemed to test the knot to make sure it was tight enough. It seemed...like some type of harness. And why was the other end being tied to the ship? He was not going anywhere so was this sort of measure really necessary to keep him in line?

 

What was going on?

 

"Wait...What are you doing..?" Alfonse said as Ianol was hoisting him up with his arms. He found himself on the edge of the ship and soon pushed over the end, dangling by the rope that was his harness. "H-Hey! Let me up!" Alfonse said as he struggled, knowing it would be for nothing. "Get me back up there right now...! This... This isn't funny!" Alfonse dangled over the side of the ship, wondering if those words were a lie and this was how he was going to die. "HELP!" He called out as he tried to pull himself up using the rope.

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'No, it isn't funny,' came the silky, deep voice of a woman. The figurehead of the ship twisted itself around and lowered its arms to reach out for Alfonse.

 

A little wooden platform appeared at the figurehead's feet and began to grow five feet out in front of her. It wasn't quite wide enough for Alfonse to reach so he'd have to swing himself to make it to the platform. The wooden beauty waved at him encouragingly. She was surprisingly lively for someone who seemed to be made of wood. Of course, the skeleton of the ship was not wood in the sense of trees but something else entirely that merely looked like wood. The boards of the ship, however, were wood built upon her frame.

 

'Come on, don't be shy. I don't bite. I don't even eat,' she said in that smooth tone of hers. She laughed softly and flicked her tussled hair.

 

Meanwhile, Ianol tied himself off around the middle and swung down next to Alfonse. He was still smirking like an idiot and looked about to laugh at Alfonse again. He said nothing and cleared his throat before wrapping his arm around Alfonse's middle. He swung them back and forth until they were able to reach the landing. He helped Alfsonse up first, pushing him up so he could clamber the rest of the way up onto the platform. Only when Alfonse was standing comfortably did he heft himself up.

 

'Ah, Ianol. I thought you'd be behind this. What do you think you're doing throwing this young man over like that?! What if he'd hurt himself against my side? And just why haven't you come to see me lately? I get so lonely without tales of your antics. A woman needs attention, you know,' she started. She lectured Ianol for quite a while and he just stood there smiling mildly, nodding his head when needed until she'd finished.

 

'Thank you, Hopes. Alfonse, may I introduce our ship, High Hopes. She's one of the fastest living airships alive today and could safely carry us throughout the known world for another hundred years or two, maybe even three if we take good care of her,' he introduced. 'Hopes, this is my new slave, Alfonse. He'll be taking over much the same role as Kechakan, minus the sex it seems. I'm still hopeful.'

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A....voice? Alfonse thought to himself as he seemed to look around for the source. His eyes widened when the figurehead of the ship turned around and looked at him, extending its arms. Alfonse froze up when the realization hit him that the ship was talking to him. T-The ship....ships....talking....to him. He looked on at the talking ship in a mixture of surprise, amazement and a touch of fear. He wasn't dreaming this...and he wasn't dead.

 

It took Ianol grasping his middle and moving him to the landing that came out for him to reach it, stumbling onto the platform now underneath his feet. He looked up in astonishment at the ship that continued to speak to Ianol like it was an old friend. Of all the ships...He had to try and rob the one that talked...What kind of troubles did he get himself into in just one day?

 

Alfonse stood there silently as Ianol introduced him to the ship, apparently its...her....name was High Hopes. Ianol then introduced him to the ship, hating he was being mentioned again as a possible sex slave. He really wanted sex didn't he...? At least he could take comfort in knowing that it was not being forced like this blood slave he had to be. "Hello.." He finally spoke up, looking up into her eyes.

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'You're a shy one, aren't you?' the wooden female said affectionately. She smiled and tilted her head at him. She was still a little taller than him but couldn't lean down any further. She was stuck where she was from the waist down. 'So, Alfonse, how did you come to be here? Did Ianol buy you during his last escapade?'

 

High Hopes glanced over at Ianol, who shook his head. She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously and he blushed. She knew there had been a festival on and Ianol always managed to cause some sort of mischief. She kept her eyes on him until he shifted uncomfortably, as though she were looking into his soul, then turned her attention back to Alfonse. Her expression became more relaxed and friendly than the look she'd been giving his new master.

 

'Has Ianol showed you around the ship yet, or has he neglected to do that? It's currently passed his normal bedtime, being daytime, but don't let him leave you swimming around uselessly. You have to be firm with this one, even if he is your master. Don't be afraid to boss him around if you have to,' she continued.

 

'Thank you, Hopes. I thoroughly enjoy being bossed around by my own slaves,' he said sarcastically.

'You liked it when Kechakan put you in your place.'

'That's... that's entirely different.'

'Mhmmmm.'

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"When you are suddenly thrown overboard and find yourself face to face with a ship that is talking to you, you tend to be a little shy.." He said half seriously and half joking with a shy smile. Well...at least the ship seemed nice enough, Alfonse thought to himself as he looked up at her. He watched as she talked to Ianol like a concerned parent probing her child for information, finding it a bit humorous. So..Ianol tends to buy these slaves that usually occupy his position.

 

"A little...We have not gotten that far yet. And long story short, I was caught in an undesirable position and it was be his slave or die.." Alfonse summed up his story as he looked over the edge before looking back at her. "And I plan on it.." He said with a nod, listening in on the last part of the conversation. So he likes being bossed around by his slaves in private...? He didn't want to have to use that information but it would be helpful.

 

"So...Um...High Hopes...Anything I need to know about this guy? About his blood thing...or anything really?" Alfonse shrugged lightly, knowing he should be as knowledgable as possible on his new...master.

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High Hopes let out a bubbling laugh, her eyes closed with amusement. Alfonse's reply was reasonable enough. The airship was pleased to see him apparently relaxing around her. She was no doubt the first airship he'd met. They were expensive creatures and he didn't look like he came from an expensive background. She looked back at him and rested her head on her palms. Her long, wavy hair draped down around one shoulder and moved about as if caught by the wind.

 

'Don't worry, I'm not someone you need to be shy around. All you'll get from me is a little sass. Right, Ianol?' he reassured him.

'Oh, yes, Alfonse. Our lovely ship could lecture the ears off you. She does almost every time I see her.'

 

'What do you mean?' she said, then looked over at Ianol. 'Ianol's a slut but he's mostly harmless. He drinks blood but only because he has too. The most work you'll be doing him is taking care of his wounds after he does the day shift. Do you know how to take care of blisters? I hope you'll do a better job than his last slave.'

 

'Leave Kechakan alone. Not all slaves are trained in healing. Besides, Kechakan had other uses,' he replied.

 

'Yes. The whole ship could hear what other uses that slave had for you,' she said, giving the man a reproving look. 'Ianol here wasn't the one in charge when it came to Kechakan, though you don't seem as rough as he was. I'm glad. You look like someone Ianol could take care of. I mean nothing by it but you look like you could use a few good meals.'