IBP C1 Part 6

Yudhis, exhaling a relaxed breath, spoke to me.

“While using a whip is enjoyable, directly inflicting pain isn’t bad either. Want to try?”

“What will you do to me if I refuse?”

“Nothing.”

As if I’d believe that. When I glared at him, he smirked, raising a sculpted eyebrow, and shrugged.

“Really.”

“Newly arrived slaves must not be touched for a week, until their training and education are complete. There are no exceptions to this. It’s one of the few rules set by the island owner. No exceptions. Not even I can break it.”

Golden information popped out from an unexpected corner.

“Then…”

“Let’s get going unless you want to join them on the ground. I’m starting to get bored.”

I was about to ask something, but Yudhis cut me off with an indifferent expression. I didn’t know if he didn’t want to talk about this topic anymore, or if he genuinely hated being bored. Either way, my course of action was decided. Yudhis flicked the handles up and down, causing the chains connected to their genitals to jerk.

The two began to walk on all fours. Yudhis spoke to me as if he were casually walking a dog. At first, I responded nervously and hesitantly, but I soon relaxed. True to the island owner’s orders, he really did nothing but talk.

Which do you like better, rabbits or cats? I like all animals equally. Are you really asking about rabbits and cats? Yes. Then what did you think I meant…? Do I really have to ask that?

I realized after a full lap around the garden that the tension in my shoulders had eased, and both my body and mind were a little more at ease. Just having a normal conversation had relieved some of my stress. My sense of reality returned.

Of course, beside me was a man who kicked people in the balls and dragged them around like animals on leashes, along with his uniformed guards. Despite that, it was true that I felt somewhat more at ease.

About 30 minutes after the walk began.

That is, when the controller, which I had been gradually increasing throughout the walk thanks to Yudhis’ prompting, reached its highest setting, he gestured casually, lightly pressing his foot on the two men who had already ejaculated multiple times and were now limp and twitching.

Two of the uniformed guards, who had been silently following, stepped forward and stood on either side of me.

“Follow them, and they’ll lead you back to your room. I’ll overlook your escape attempt this time because you’re still in the adjustment period.”

With a warning that next time it would be the East Island, I followed the guards back to my room. After they left, I tried the door again. This time, it wouldn’t open. As I sat dazedly on the bed, a small slot opened at the bottom of the door, and a tray of food slid in.

I ate and lay down again, then went to the bathroom to wash up. I belatedly noticed that the soles of my feet were covered in dirt and grass.

I dried myself with a towel that smelled of fabric softener and found a hairdryer in the bathroom drawer to dry my hair. I flopped face down without thinking, and let out a groan as my pierced nipples were pressed against the bed. I grumbled and cursed under my breath.

I stared up at the ceiling, which seemed to be made of plaster. In this moment of quiet contemplation, the first thing that came to mind wasn’t a way to escape the island or speculation about the island owner, but the beautiful king, who stood nearly 6’3”.

“…Crazy.”

Of course, I do tend to look at faces a lot, and I like pretty things, and while it might not be love, I do develop fondness quickly… but this is ridiculous!

I writhed for a while, disgusted with myself.

[It’s time to sleep.]

I nearly jumped out of bed at the sudden voice. I looked around and spotted a speaker in the corner of the ceiling. Classical music began to play. I didn’t recognize the composer or the piece, but it was strangely familiar.

Familiar enough that I could probably hum along once the ding-dong, ding-dong intro was over… but still.

‘Why are they playing this?’

I scanned the room, tense, ready to react to anything. But the classical music ended after about five minutes, and nothing happened.

“What the hell? Are they telling me to just go to sleep listening to th—”

Hiss!

“So that’s it. They’re just telling me to fucking sleep.”

It wasn’t a lullaby, but a gas alert? This damned crazy island.

I desperately covered my mouth with the back of my hand, but it was no use. The window. I have to open the window. Thinking that, I reached out, then collapsed.

Even though I hit the bare floor, it didn’t hurt. I’d probably wake up in the morning and find out where I was bruised and how much it hurt. I should have just stayed in bed and kept watch. I closed my eyes, regretting my actions.

***

Another name for human dignity might be clothes. I never thought I’d feel so fundamentally wrong just from being naked.

It was especially pronounced because the staff, with their buttons fastened all the way up, and the guests, who occasionally leered and scanned me up and down, were all dressed in proper suits.

On the other hand, the existing slaves, clad only in harnesses and jewelry, seemed completely unfazed. Their exposed genitals of various colors swayed with each step.

It was appalling. Even though humans are creatures of adaptation, how could they adapt to this? Would I become like them if I stayed here long enough? How long would it take?

I failed to dispel the irrational fear. My self-esteem plummeted. Shame and humiliation gnawed at my stomach lining at regular intervals. In the days following the welcome ceremony, which bordered on torture, the kidnapped men lived naked from morning till night, training and undergoing education.

As expected, the training revolved around sexual acts. I had thought the staff would personally take out their cocks and shove them in, but they didn’t undo a single button. From beginning to end, they only used dildos and various other devices to torment the slaves.

Nipples were pinched and pulled. Every time genitals were restrained and grotesque dildos penetrated their rear ends, cries that were neither screams nor moans echoed through the bleak space.

I… surprisingly found it lax. That is, if I removed the situation and circumstances and looked purely at the acts themselves. It was partly due to my familiarity with male-to-male sex, but the biggest reason was the sheer shock of the first day. The image of the five corpses swaying with the gentle waves resurfaced. The tremendous water pressure assaulting my genitals.

‘…Pacing.’

It could be compared to the carrot and stick approach. First, you inflict a major shock to subdue your opponent, then you present a seemingly less intense objective to easily achieve your desired outcome.

It’s a common tactic used by investigators. After a few days, blood finally started flowing back to my brain. Even as I came, thighs trembling, I regained some composure.

***