The one thing that I really dislike in
the whole domination is an on-site inspection. Keith Igleson here.
Newly semi-retired from the Technical Section of Directorate of War,
Domination of the Draka. Service to the state. I have enough worries
finishing the installations on my plantation of Caltong, the former
islands of Catalina, to make the gods shiver in panic. Now they want
me to inspect the work on the mass lifter on the big island of former
Hawaii. Ah well what the Archon wants, the Archon gets. The
directorate at least gave me a means to get back and forth from the
islands.
The ship that they gave me for this was
a sleek and a hundred meters long with luxurious accommodations
onboard for more than a hundred people. It also had three holds, one
for rudimentary sleeping quarters for several hundred serfs on two
separate decks. The second I had them convert into a serfs’ kitchen
and gym. The third hold was for all the technical materials we would
need to inspect and possibly get the Loki driven mass driver. The
ships propulsion system used magnetic hydro-dynamics, which meant no
moving parts and almost no maintenance. Crewed by a dozen retired
janissaries, the crossing would take two or three days depending on
the weather. Fine by me, but I really needed to relax this trip since
I knew the condition of the installation on Hawaii. I was going to
take more than half of the engineering team that I had under my
command and a hundred of the plantations planters for the replanting
of the islands lush forest or other labours and my own personal staff
and their personal serfs.
The engineering team really needed to
see the state of the project with all of its cursed delays and
cock-ups. The planters were going to see this as a vacation since
they really did not have any real quotes to fill and only the very
best of them had been selected for their good service to me and the
Race.
I was looking forward to the crossing
since I had plans for some enjoyment for myself during the crossings.
I was going to supervise a wrestling competition of my serfs using
their gym space and I would be getting to be able to ride a buck or
two as either a reward or as a punishment for not competing hard
enough. Either way I would get what was mine.
We were getting ready to leave when the
Technical section threw a Thor sized hammer into the works, they
wanted a larger planting crew. Since it was not wise to depopulate
the island that meant that I was going to have to see what Security
had collected from the ruins of California again. That would add to
our travel time and mean a stop at the ruins of San Francisco this
time to see what was available.
My suite of rooms on the ship had been
furnished in similar fashion as the main house. A very large bed for
multiple partners in the centre and an assortment of play equipment
for riding my handsome and muscled bucks scattered around the
sleeping cabin. I saw that Francis and his apprentice Michael had
already been here to stow what I might desire to wear during the
extended voyage and my uniforms for the inspection tour. I also
decided to inspect the serfs quarters and mess to see that all was in
readiness for the trip including a large view screen that I had
installed. The techs thought that I was crazy but when I told him how
I intended to use it they relented. Just the thought of seeing my
bucks all oiled and wrestling and fucking on it caused my cock to
twitch.
The mess area was large enough to
accommodate everyone I was happy that the ship could carry all the
planters without having to double bunk them. I was hoping to give
the bucks a space to play on their own but with all of the new ones I
would need the second deck would have to be for them until they
learned their place in this world. Maybe on the way back I might
allow the two groups to mix and allow them some play time.
Now it was time to get everyone on
board and give them the news about our little side trip. Having the
serfs see the ruins would also give them something to consider since
they could still be among the rubble and starving instead of my
property and cared for. I heard a few grumbling about the delay of
the contest but they were short lived by the hard looks the foremen
gave them and they boarded without another word.
As we sailed by the still smoking ruins
of southern California I had the feed displayed on the serfs view
screen just to drive home that they were much better off than other
survivors and I heard that they were very quiet, some in tears, from
the foremen and crew.
The former capital of the alliance had
been hit using a kinetic launcher from space. The space rock had hit
in the centre of the bay and most of the city had been just washed
away by the giant wall of water the impact had created and the
earthquake that followed days later. That is what you got when you
hit an active fault with a very big rock.
It was nearly mid afternoon by the time
we anchored in the bay and was met by a vessel from Security. I went
ashore with just a few of the foremen and a couple of the technical
crew just in case we might get lucky. We knew the odds were long but
they still were finding military techs coming out of surviving deep
bunkers.
As I expected, most of the new ones
were shell shocked starving civilians and in rough shape. With food
and a firm hand they would adjust well. That added seventy four more
men to my plantation even though they had said they wanted a hundred.
You take what you are given. Along with the new bucks I was able to
get some black security batons that had a side handle and holster
belts that had been discovered in a police warehouse in the outskirts
of the city. I could use them as rewards for the foremen and the boss
boys making them in a way a status symbol.
As we finished up in the signing their
ownership papers my eye was drawn to a video monitor displaying a
sole male in a holding cell. He was wearing a camouflaged jumpsuit of
some type, very interesting. I waved at the monitor and asked, “what
about him, how much”
With a shrug the security officer
replied, “Newly caught in the last hour, we were going to hold him
till we had more to process. Clear of radiation or biological
contamination. Want to have a look?” I nodded and we headed to the
holding cell to inspect the really fresh meat.
As we approached the cell he looked up,
in a way assessing the situation without nervousness or anger, very
interesting indeed. I stood close to the bars with several of the
guards close behind me but he did not move an inch.
“What’s your name meat?” I yelled
at him and banged the bars with one of the new batons. I want to see
if I could get a reaction.
His replay was crisp and without any
emotion “Greg Kepler, Captain, CT20130715.” Well this was an Odin
sized surprise, a British or Yank military officer. Now I could have
fun training this one. It was obvious from the Security officer’s
reaction that this was not something he was expecting since any
military dirt side had been routinely sent to one of the destructive
labour camps or if their speciality was need to one of Security's
conditioning camps. Making him a very rare buck indeed.
Well I wanted to see what I had to work
with and ordered him to strip. He paused and saw that one of the
guards was getting ready to enter the cell to force him to comply
before he drew the zip fully down and let the jumpsuit drop too his
ankles. No underwear, interesting, just a chain probably from his dog
tags. There was a lot of potential from what I saw. Time for a more
physical inspection and I pulled out my leather gloves before the
guards and I entered the cell.
He stood in the centre of the cell
watching me and the two guards approach him but did not react. Good I
like it when they are not totally broken. I got no reaction when I
lifted the chain over his head putting it in pouch on my belt or when
I looked him directly in the eye. He did react as I ran a gloved hand
down his back and grabbed an ass cheek. I then gave his semi-hard
cock and balls a good squeeze and really got a reaction but not one I
was expecting he seemed to enjoy it.
I could see that the Security tech
sneer at me, well Hel take him. It was time for you to make a choice
fresh meat. “Well meat you have only two choices, the first is a
long and painful death in a labour camp, the second is this.” At
which point I unbuttoned my leather pants and pulled out my semi hard
cock and balls. “Your choices, death or to serve me in any way I
wish”. He took a few seconds before sinking to his knees in front
of me, eyes down, hands behind his back and his mouth slightly open.
I waved back the guards and stood directly in front of him close
enough that I could feel his breath on my cock then the tip of his
tongue on its head. Slowly almost if he was worshipping it he tongued
my cock head till I was semi hard before sucking it into his mouth.
The heat of his mouth drew me erect quickly and he started to lick
its full length not missing a single spot. I could have grabbed his
head and rammed it into his throat till I blew but I wanted to see
how well he was willing to serve.
He seemed to know he was getting me
close when he let my hard cock slip out of his mouth and started to
bath and tease my balls with his tongue and mouth slowly sucking on
one the then other. My hard cock left trails of saliva and pre cum on
his cheeks.
When he returned to servicing my dick I
saw that he had brought his hands forward and was starting to stroke
his hard cock. I tapped the baton against my leg and told him, “Not
yet meat” and he pulled his arms back quickly. As much as I wanted
this to last I had to get back to the ship I would give him a ride or
two later on. With my dick now covered in his spit again I let it
slip from his mouth and began stroking it furiously.
The first part of my load landed on his
face and chest, the rest landed on his hard cock and balls. His cock
was straining and I gave him permission to relieve the pressure. He
quickly grabbed his balls and started stroking his cock rapidly. Till
his large load was mixed with mine on his chest.
As he regained his breath I left the
cell and told the Security tech, “I'll take him as well.” I could
see him start to protest this but I added “who knows I could use
him on this project. If not, I'll feed him to the sharks.” That at
least got a grin from him. As one of the guards led him away to be
cleaned up and processed I told the other one to stuff him back into
the jumpsuit when they were done. He looked at me wondering why.
“Simple,” I told him, “easier target acquisition” and we all
laughed at that.
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