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After working out with Kwaku, I didn’t go to the elevator. I stayed and was hosed with the other slaves, then got ready for our evening meal.

Once we had cleaned and gotten ready, the overseer took us to the dinning shelter for our evening meal. Kwaku and I got our food and sat down to eat, Waziz came over and joined us. I don’t think Kwaku was very happy about his joining us, since the sleeping arrangements put Waziz next to me. Since Waziz didn’t have a sex partner, or take part in the evening sexual activities, I had been placed next to him at night.

Just as we finished eating the night guard arrived, and we were lined up at attention and marched to the slave quarters. Once there I waited outside, while the quard took the slaves inside and locked the inner gate. While they were being allowed their private time for sex, the quard joined me. I had emptied the trash and was returning from cleaning the trash receptacle.

I waited until he was seated, and I ask if he wanted his message. He laughed and said please, so I started messaging his neck and shoulders. After finishing with his back, I sat at his feet, and removed his boots before messaging his feet. Once I had finished we talked about his past. I learned his name was Amoah, but his middle name was Benjamin due to his mother’s insistence. She wanted a English name he could use at the University in England, that would be easy for everyone to use. He told me even his native friends call him Ben. I told him I would stick with Sir, so that no disrespect could be seen using his name.

After laughing about his name and my refusing to use the name, he said it was time for the slaves to sleep. He went to the quarters and informed the slaves it was time to sleep. After the others had finished toiletry and washed up I was called to do the same. While the quard started chaining the slaves at the far end, I did my toiletry and cleanup. I was the last to be chained, and I noticed my left ankle was starting to show the same marks as the slaves.

Waziz noticed me looking and rubbing my ankle, and chuckled saying I was getting a slave’s ankle. I laughingly gave him a gental punch, and he in return to my gesture grabbed my genitals. He caught me off guard, and I let out with cry that got everyone’s attention. I quickly caught my composure, and said the ankle shackle had caused the outcry.

Once the lights were turned out, Waziz reached over and grabbed my genitals again. I didn’t do any thing thinking he would let go, but instead he started squeezing. I put my hand down there to remove his hand, but he squeezed more. He had more strength in his hand than I realized, and then I noticed I was getting an erection. Waziz noticed it as well, and kept on squeezing. I finally got him to stop, but the truth was, I enjoyed it and was getting close to getting off.

The next morning I noticed pre-cum on my leg, and so did Waziz. He smiled at me, and said again tonight, in a questioning way. We all did our toiletry and washing, then lined up out side to be marched to the eating shelter.