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I put my clothes on and went to where I had hidden the bike, and took it to the mine. I put the bike in Araway’s truck, and told him I would be ridding home with him. I then made my way to the infirmary, and made the doctor swear not to say anything about my visit. I then removed my shirt and let him examine the lashes on my back. He ask what happened, but I told him I didn’t want to say and didn’t want anyone to know.
The doctor told me everything was in confidence, and I had nothing to worry about. He examined my back, and told me that it didn’t look bad. He put some cream on my back, and told me to keep putting it on until it healed. He said there was only one small place, where the tip of the whip broke the skin, that might leave a scar. I thanked the doctor and got dressed, then headed out to the mine pit.
I stood at the top and watched the naked slaves working below. I was especially watching the tall well built slave with the great ass. I decided to go down in the mine, so I could get a better look. Once down in the mine I tried not to be obvious, and just walked around not looking at anyone or anything in particular.
I heard someone call my name, so I turned around and there stood the great looking slave. He told me he had noticed me watching him on a number of occasions, and that he had been watching me. I had to admit, to him, that I was fascinated with his great body.
He told me his name was Ayitey, and that he knew his ass was the obsession of some men. I assured him I was not interested in fucking him, that I was not into anal either way. He ask if I had heard about his being used by Kwaku, and I tried not to answer.
He then said he was sure I knew about Kwaku, but that he had no choice. He said he hated being fucked, but being fucked by Kwaku was better than having all the other slaves fuck him. He said he was kept separate from the other slaves, so that he was Kwaku’s only.
I ask him why he was telling me all this, and he said he wanted me to know the truth. He said he didn’t want me to think he was enjoying being used by men. He said he thought I was interested, and thought I might get Araway to allow me to use him. I assured him I was not going to do that, and that I was not into anal either way.
He ask me if I ever had trouble with men wanting to fuck my ass. I didn’t know how to answer his question, but finally I admitted I had trouble with that in the past. He told me that all the slaves had made comments on my ass, since the day I wore the tight shorts and shirt.
I laughed and ask him if he was one of them, and he didn’t hesitate, and said yes.