Sufari By Nathan Harvey
I'd been searching for a new job all winter. Every Sunday I faithfully scoured the Chicago Trib advertisements. Then I came across this one and it sounded to good to be true. The country of Elmire De Terra needed young men eager to establishing their commitment with nature and the environment. The Government was opening a new resort in the islands. It went on to say the government was now in a position to provide employment to a few special single young men who were interested in living in working in a tropical paradise. These newly created positions offered a great opportunity to enjoy exotic sports and exotic foods while serving the guests of the club. A Resume's and a personal history with a picture should be sent to the Safari club of New York when applying for this job. Applicants that were accepted qualified to their standards would be interviewed locally at the Sports club in Chicago at a later date.
It seemed simple enough, to qualify you had to be under twenty five, single and in great physical shape. I was over six foot with black curly hair, green eyes and if I do say so myself damn good looking. I'd been lifting weight since high school and if I do say so I was built like a brick shithouse and as they say not a brick out of place. I was so excited about the advertisement I spent the evening writing out my resume. Looking through my album I found a good picture of me from the summer that I'd tried out in the competition of Mr. Silver Beach. I though the picture of me in my black Speedo showed off everything I had to offer so I put it in with my letter. After a few weeks passed I'd begun to give up any hope of hearing from them. Then after about three weeks I received this elegant manila envelope with an impressive gold crest embossed on it. Excited tearing it open I pulled out this elegant stationary. Excitedly I read that I had been selected to interview for a position at their resort island of Elmire De Terra, it was signed by a Mohammed Danes.
The letter went on to say I was to report to the Chicago Sportsman's Club on State street for my interview December 23. I was ecstatic, I was going to get a chance to get out of this hell hole were I'd been freezing my ass off and live in a tropical paradise. Since I moved here to Chicago the only job I was able to find was a Stock job at Fields. I'd found out real fast that being a jock in high school was damn little recommendation for a decent job unless you wanted to put out to some damn fagot in some personnel office. I was better than that, I would never service a man like some cheap whore. My salary at fields was just enough to cover my room rent with a few shekels left over for burgers at the local burger barn. It wasn't much but at least I didn't sell my body to some queer to get ahead. I was sure if I kept looking I would find that dream job I was looking for. In my heart I knew it was out there somewhere.
Finally the time came for me to go to for my interview. I paid special attention to my grooming because I was sure this was going to be my chance to make it big. I'd had waited until the last minute to call Fields and tell them I was sick in case the interview fell through. It was a quick walk from my rooming house on Chicago avenue to Michigan avenue and then down to the Sportsman's Club. I'd decided to walk to the Sportsman's club to save a couple of bucks. Turning the corner onto the avenue when that winter wind hit me I was sorry for that decision.. I was eager but frozen stiff when I pulled open those massive bronze doors of the club. Started up those marble stairs into the lobby the snobbish desk clerk looked me over like I was trash before asking me what I wanted. I told him I was here for the interview for resort in the islands. Without saying anything he pointed to a long hall marked gymnasium then in a low voice told me to follow that hall to the big double doors.
Walking away from him I knew that this guy must be one of those arrogant fairies that got their jollies working around hunky men. He just looked the type in his tight brooks brothers suit. Walking down the long hall and down the stairs I came to the double doors marked gymnasium. Entering the gym I could see at the end of the room a large group of studs clustered around a table. There must have been forty guys there and all of them were real studs. Then this little olive skinned man with white hair rose from the makeshift desk and started moving among them. Passing forms out to the men he was telling them to fill them out. Looking suddenly and seeing me he called out, "Are you Mr. Sam Wilson? So glad you could make the interview. We were afraid you might have changed your mind Mr. Wilson." I was surprised he knew my name. As I approached he told me he'd recognized me from my photograph I'd submitted with my resume. Taking the forms from him and looking them over I could see it was a long list of questions.
Some of the questions were just the standard ones like, are you Married and who is you nearest living relative. Then they began getting into real personal history and they became more complicated. They began going into a more specific questioning like, have you ever been married, and if so do you have children. Then they asked who would they notify in the event of our injury or death and how were we related to them. Then there was this one question that really got me. They wanted to know if I was willing to surrender my citizenship and become a citizen of Elmire De Tterra and subject to all its laws and customs. Checking all the answers yes I though if the pay was high enough I would go anywhere and do anything.
There was a lot of grumbling among the men. A lot of them got up tossing the forms on the desk and left saying they weren't giving up their citizenship for any fucking job. The rest of us that remained gave our forms to this white haired man who had introduced himself as Mohammed Danes the man in charge of hiring. Sitting he began scanning the forms and calling the applicants forward. He was accepting or rejecting them right there on the spot. It became obvious to everyone if a guy even looked like he was gay he was rejected. As he dismissed them he thanked them for applying and handed them a small gratuity.
When the group was down to about fifteen men Mr. Dane spoke up saying if there were any men that were gay to save him and themselves time and effort and leave now. Three more men got up and left. Passing among us then he handed out little shinny black posing straps and suggested we slip into them for the photo shoot to see if we had the necessary poise that was required for the position. Then a big blond guy with a crew cut asked if we were expected to service the broads at the resort. Receiving an icy stare from Mr. Dane everyone was silent after that. When we'd all stripped and were in our posing straps and I was glad I was one of the chosen and not in competition with this group of hunky studs. Someone had stretched a piece of canvas up as a photo backdrop and as each one of stepped up we struck up poses to show our best features as the flash bulbs went off. Stepping down he told us to dress and then we would go to the dining room upstairs for a question and answer periods. As we moved to the dining room Mr. Dane congratulated all of us telling us we were the chosen few to be invited to work on there island paradise of Elmire De Terra.
Telling us to be seated then around this horse shoe. table telling us the club had prepared a small luncheon for us. We could then take this opportunity to ask all our questions we had about the country, the island and the job. All of us liked the sound of that. Once seated we had plates of tropical fruits place around the table. Then the waiters began started serving us this sumptuous meal. A few questions began as we began our lunch. The most pressing concern was about our having to give up our citizenship. Smiling Mr. Dane said he doubted if we would ever want to leave the island but if and when the time came that we wanted to leave they would assist us with the necessary arrangements. That seemed simple enough. Then someone asked about money. With that same confident smile Mr. Dane told us that would be figured in the currency of the country and did not relate to U.S. dollars.
If we did relate our net worth in U.S. dollars we would be worth many thousands of dollars apiece. As they began clearing the table they began showing slides of the local landscape. You could hear the gasps and comments as slide after slide of beautiful lush jungles and white sparkling beaches flashed onto the screen. We saw beautiful people lounging in deckchairs. They were seated or lying under umbrellas with beautiful native women serving their every need. Then we saw pictures of the Manner house it was staggering. It was almost a modern version of the TajMahal set into the green lush jungle. Further back in the distance there seemed to be rooms for the staff. We were all sold right then and there. Passing around the table he began to distribute contracts and our acceptance of their terms and conditions and clipped to each contract was a vouchers for our cab fare to O'Hara airport. Rapping on the table and getting our attention again he told us we would fly to his island by the governors private jet. Then giving us a business card he told us if we needed legal aid to break our apartments leases and contracts to just call and one of there people would take care of it for us.
I was convinced this was the job for me and I gave my weeks notice at fields the very next day. When the Fields personnel department told me two weeks was customary I told them I was leaving the country and couldn't stay any longer. By the end of the week I was all packed and waiting on the steps of my apartment building for my cab. The ride was unbelievable slow as the cabby plowed through snow filled streets. I was beginning to be very afraid I was going to miss the planes departure time. Swearing, I knew I would be damn glad to get out of this fucken snow. Finally the cab pulled onto the O'Hara turnoff. The cabby drove by the main terminal pulling into one of the little private hangers next to the main building. I could see part of this big black Leer jet with a big golden crest on the tail parked further down in the hanger. There was this crowd of studs standing around Mr. Dane as he handed out our new passports. He told us we were all now citizens of Elmire De Terra. Opining the passport I was surprised to see the picture of me they'd taken of me in the posing strap. It almost looked like I was naked and I was unable to read the language under the picture and in the passport.
I figured I would find out in time what it said. Climbing aboard we were all pleased to find how luxurious the plane was. There was nothing we could have asked for that they didn't have with the wide aisles and big seats. When we were seated our Steward pushed his cart along the seats passing out cocktails. They had tropical juices, liquor and hot beverages, nothing was left to be desired. Leaning back we all fell into this dreamlike trance with our visions of working in a paradise. It was unbelievable how every few hours this cart would come wheeling by with new exotic refreshments. When they lowered the lights the Steward passed among us giving us little brandy snifters filled with a green liquor. As he handed it to each of us saying it would enable us to get a little sleep and overcome the differences of the time zones. The pilot then announced we would be arriving at Elmire De Terra at in the morning and he would be dimming the cabin lights so we could get some rest. As we sipped our liquor the lights began dimming. One by one we all drifted off into sleep.
Slowly we all began to awake. It was hard to tell the first thing we noticed. We were all wearing iron collars around our necks and we were naked. Looking around the cabin I could see that we were all chained together with short links of heavy chain from collar to collar and our ankles had been shackled together. Stunned when the cockpit door opened we saw Mohammed Dane standing there with a whip like some animal trainer. Picking up a microphone he then announced there would be no talking.. In time everything would become clear to us. When Kelly, the big blond brute tried to get up he was beaten back into his seat with a whip by this steward standing next to Mohammed Dane. Going on as if nothing had happened Mr. Dane went on to say that he was proud that his country was opening his new Safari hunting club. Since Elmire De Terra was an isolated island, and having no exotic animals to offer to the members of this hunting club to hunt it was necessary to import them. Therefore they had import us to be the animals the members would hunt.
Going on Mr. Dane told us we twelve men had the privilege of being the first men imported as prey for this venture and we should be very proud. We would be taken to our compound and conditioned for our new lives. When our trainers decided we'd become worthy to be prey for the hunt we would be released into the jungle. Chuckling he said it was all very humane. We would be hunted by the guest of the club with tranquilizer guns. If we were captured then we became the property of the guest who caught us. We would become their property to do with as they pleased as the reward of their hunt. Then chuckling he said the members could always take us home as pets or if they wanted have us killed and stuffed. Then pausing, he said another option were for them to sell us as beasts of burden to the local farmers for use in the fields. It was always the guests decision.
At the time I though he was joking. Going on he said in the tradition of all Safaris the destiny of the animals was always decided by the hunter that captured them. We would stay free as long as we could avoid capture. Just then Billy, one of the men in chains close to Mr. Dane jumped up almost pulling the other two men he was chained to out of their seats. Reaching for Mr. Dane a Steward was quick to come between them. Holding his shoulders he brought his knee up into Billy's groin. Staggering back in pain Billy dropped back into his seat. Mr. Dane warned us that animals that did not perform or behaved badly would be sold into slavery to the local farmers as beasts of burden. Then Walter, one of our group, cried out, "we have rights," Mr. Dane smiled sweetly and pointed out we'd all surrendered those rights along with our citizenship's. We had accepted our new classifications and duties to our new country of Elmire De Terra. That information along with our pictures had been given to us before we boarded the plane in the states. We were now classified as game animals suitable for hunting. Smiling he said therefore it was perfectly legal for us to be hunted as animals or trained to be used as beasts of burden.
Then he told us we would do well to remember we would be destroyed if we were unfit or unwilling to perform our duties. By then our plane had landed. All twelve of us sat dazed in dumb silence not knowing what to do. The plane then taxied over to the terminal. We could see through the windows of the aircraft a cattle truck was parked on the tarmac waiting for us. When Mr. Dane ordered us to get up we all had to rise almost at once because of our neck chains. Filing down the steps like some Tennessee road gang we some of us tried to hide our nakedness with our hands. Climbing onto the truck we lined the board sides trying to see what we'd gotten our selves into. As the truck pulled away from the plane and our former way of life George the smallest of us began crying. No one said a word, we just listened to his sobbing feeling just as despondent as he was. Passing out of the airport onto the road our truck moved through the village. It was the same quaint native setting that we'd all seen in the slides but we realized it was not for us.
Leaving the village behind we began this long drive through lush fields of tropical plants and fruit trees. As we passed by some of the fields being worked we could see they were being plowed. The difference here was that instead of oxen or mules pulling the plows we saw naked men with their heads bowed in submission lashed to the plows. They were almost unrecognizable as men. Watching those poor beasts laboring we could see that their hair was long and wild like poorly groomed animals. Then one of our trainers pointed out the various `animals' working the fields. Even more shocking was when we passed this grain cart it was being pulled by six naked men harnessed to the wagon. Not pleased with how fast they were moving the driver was standing and bringing the whip down on their backs. Proudly, as if he were a tourist guide, he told us that it had become his country's custom to use men as beasts of burden centuries ago. It had all begun when a gang of pirates had sailed into their harbor and tried to rape and steal from the natives centuries ago and they had been subdued.
Since the natives had had no jails on the island the thieves were put in chains. They were then put to work in the fields as beasts of burden. It had been decided by the elders that since the captives were animals they would need not cover their bodies. They should work naked in the fields like any domestic animals. It had been so successful that in time other farmers began to demand human animals to plow their fields and pull their wagons. That was when we began as a nation to recruit male animals as beasts of burden. Importing men from counties all over the world to be used as animals became a common practice here. Men were selected because they were so much easier to train and they seemed to survive our climate better. Then smiling he said however we were the fortunate ones. We were the first humans to be used as Sufari game animals we've ever imported. You will be free to roam our island, to fish and hunt and enjoy our beautiful beaches. You will be the wild beasts of our island that the guests of our new lodge can hunt.
Several of the men began to protest. One of the trainers walked up to one of them and holding him by his neck chains bought his knee up into groin. Dropping his arms in surrender the trainer just kept kneeing him again and again until this huge hulk of a man was crying like a baby begging him for mercy. Letting the man drop then he announced all unruly animals would be severely punished. Then smiling he told us they had even more exotic ways of making us behave if any of us wanted to make trouble for them. Then calling an another trainer forward he held out a cattle prod and jamming it into one mans nuts giving him a jolt of electricity. As this big hulk fell to his knees dragging down some of the others he was like a beaten puppy. To further prove his point as the man lay there bent over in agony The trainer rammed the prod up his ass and working it around and gave him several more jolts.
Telling us to get on our feet we had to drag the two men with us. They then led us into this fenced area telling us this was where they told us we would live until we were properly conditioned. As we filed into the compound they unhooked our leg shackles and neck chains but felt our collars on us. Standing there in a cluster we watched several native men entered the compound carrying a buckets of swill and a galvanized trough. Setting this galvanized trough down in front of us they began pouring the slop in to it. Looking up at us standing there they said they would remove it in ten minutes and if we were hungry we had better eat fast. We could all see it was far to little food for twelve full grown men. We all scrambled like pigs at a trough. Pushing and shoving we began crowding over each other so we could shoved our faces into the swill. We tried to eat as much as we could before someone pushed us aside. All twelve of us had licked the trough clean by the time they came for it ten minutes later. Instead of removing the trough they began pouring a semi liquid mash like liqueur into the trough saying we could have all of that to drink that we wanted. Then they left closing and bolting the gate.
A few of us began sampled the mixture. We discovered it was a rank sour mash like fermented moonshine. One by one we drank our fill and fell into a drunken stupor. It was the only liquid we had so we kept going over and drinking more of it all night. We were awaken at dawn and again chained together. Drunk and staggering we were led to a corral. As one of our trainers rode in a jeep ahead of us holding the end of our chain we were they made to run barefooted on a crushed stone track. The exercise in combination with all that swill and mash was making our bowls react. Now when we ran us most of us were defecating with no choice but to let it run down our legs. Mortified we had no choice of were of how we perform our bodily functions. Then we were led back into our compound limping and stinking they hosed us down as they unhooked us. Exhausted, with terrible hangovers from drinking that sour mash we watched as they filled our trough with food.
Exhausted we managed to crawl over to the trough. There was even less food then before. We all now began to fight each other to get enough to eat. When we had licked the trough clean we again got a generous supply of mash. Laying around the compound in a drunken stupor we all just sat staring at each other. It was hard to believe this once proud group of men was now reduced to filthy unshaven animals fighting for food. As the sun rose high we sat there sweating with nowhere to try to get into the shade. With the heat and sweat and men defecating all over the compound it was beginning to smell like a barnyard. Each time they came to feed us brought less food. The food fights had now become vicious. Many of the guards were now coming to watch the fighting and taking bets on us like some cock fight. Day after day they exercised us feeding us less every day and we had to even begun not only to act like animals we began to look and smell like animals, We all had become lean muscular and filthy with unshaven faces and long matted hair.
We no longer notice the stench of our bodies as we moved among each other. Late one night several weeks after that one of the bigger men began to crawl on to the back of another man. Holding him and hammering on him until he surrendered he then began to shove his cock up his ass. As the smaller man struggled finally beaten into submission he just lay their not resisting being raped. Now satisfied he'd found his whore he crawled up jamming his cock into his mouth and raped him again. We all sat around watching and cheering him on. When Kelly pulled off of George there was a scramble as the other men mounted the sobbing figure and fucked him in the face and ass. Finally done with him they left him laying there crying softly. Finally it was silent It became a nightly affair now for the men to crawl on him and he would just lay there with a dull blank look on his face and hump his ass up letting them screw him. Soon after that the guards entered as we were fucking our stud. Flashing their lights on us they pulled George up and led him away.
When we saw George next he was being led around with a leash like a pet. He had been washed and his body and head had been shaved. He was now the guards bitch. He had told them that Kelley was the one that had raped him and the guards decided to have a little fun with him. Leading us all to our exercise at the track they unfastened Kelly from our neck chains. Leading him over and putting him into a wire cage they pulled his legs spread eagle and secured them. As we trotted around the track we watched as they brought out the dogs. One by one they led the hounds to Kelly and let them mount and fuck him. When a dog would tie with him he would scream out in pain. Hours later as we left our track we passed by him and he was now begging them for another dog. Leading us back to the cell we wondered how long Kelly would be kept their servicing there dogs.
It wasn't long after that when the gate opened and he crawled in. Saying nothing, his eyes dull and listless, he crawled into the corner in a fetal position and just kept murmuring oh yes fuck me again, make me your bitch. Now there were just eleven of us left and we wondered what was in store for us. It was the same vicious food fight that night when they filled the trough.. Then that night they came for Kelley and led him away. Around midnight they came for the rest of us. Leading us into the jungle we stumbled and falling each time taking all of us down with our chains until finally we came to a clearing. There was a huge fire with a large group of natives seated in a circle watching some kind of entertainment. As they drug us closer to the circle we could see Kelley surrounded by hound dogs servicing them. As soon as one would tie with him another would be on his face and he would start sucking the dogs cock. He'd truly become an animal.
Now one by one it began to be evident we were surrendering to the realization we were more animal now than human. Whatever they had in store for us we all accepted it. Now pulling us into a circle facing one another they drew our chains tight where our faces almost touched. Then forcing us forced down on our knees lock our legs to each other forming this strange circle of butt an ass holes. They had even chained Kelley and George into the circle. That was the night we all lost any resemblance's human beings. The guards all had hot branding irons and one by one they brought these red hot branding irons over and branded each us all on the left cheek of our ass. All we could hear was the screaming and crying of the men as the smell of the burning the flesh of twelve men filling the air. We found later we'd all been branded like all the livestock on the island. We now wore the official crest of the island burned into our flesh.
That night our humiliation was far from over. We were fucked by any man or beast that wanted us. They took particular delight in letting the dogs use us Some of the guards had even made a game out of how far they could jam there fist up our asses. The winner was the one that got his arm into one of us the furthest. If this wasn't enough they would come into our circled using us at there toilets. The abuse went on for hours until finally we would blindly suck anything that was shoved into our mouths and they began bending over shoving there butts at us and we would suck out there assholes. We no longer felt any emotions or shame now. All that mattered now was gratifying our animal lust. Now with Kelly and George chained into our circle with us we were all together again. We only knew that meant there would be less food now for us. Then for the next two days they left us to our own devices. They'd left our collars on but had removed the shackle from our legs. They knew we were now more animal than human and treated us as such.
All that day we amused ourselves fighting with each other. The winner would then ravage the looser. That morning we kept waiting for our breakfast. Then the only thing they did was to turn the hoses on washing us and our compound out. We sat there all day in the burning sun getting more hungry and thirsty. Some of the men began drinking each others urine. We kept waiting for our supper but there was nothing. It was dawn when they opened the gates leading us to a waiting truck. As we loaded into the back of the truck we could see another truck pulling into the compound and twelve naked men were being led into the compound. We knew enough not to say anything with our keepers standing there with there cattle prods. Holding on to the sides of the truck as the driver pulled by the compound we felt no pity for those new men. The sooner they were trained and released the safer we would be. Those poor bastards looked at us and knew what then what was going to happen to them.
The truck moved forward winding through the village toward the heart of the island. Moving into dense undergrowth that almost choked the trail the truck bounced and pushed forward. We had become so accustom to being naked it meant nothing to us when the natives pointed at us giggle calling us names. We had accepted we were animals. It was dawn when our truck pulled into a little tiny clearing. They drove us out of the truck with the cattle prods telling us to get our asses into the jungle. There was a scramble of naked asses desperate to get away. We knew we were now quarry for the hunt. I'd seen this outcropping of rocks high up into the mountain I'd decided that was where I would go. I'd hoped to find some dry cave to live in. I survived for weeks watching from my rocky perch as each of the men were captured. One by one they had been taken back in a bamboo cage. I could only imagine what they went through. I knew our group was being thinned and my only hope was that the new animals would be released and ready to be hunted.
I knew the more men they caught that made more men looking for the few that was left. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was captured. Driven by hunger I crawled out on a ledge near my cave early one morning to find berries. I felt this sharp pain in my ass and that was the last thing I remembered until I was being carried into a room in a bamboo cage. Looking up I saw this ugly monster of a man grinning at me. He was naked and grinning like an animal in heat. "Your mine now" was he only then he muttered, "I `v caught you and I'm going to keep you". I watched him moving toward me then I saw his enormous cock. I'd been so long with out sex I wanted him desperately. I didn't care what he was, I needed his cock up my ass. Grumbling he as he came close to me he said I stunk. Ringing for the bellman he told them to take me away and clean me up.
For the next two hours I closed my eyes as they washed me and trimmed and shaved me. The final delight was when they shaved my body and oiled it and braided my hair. Then putting a silver collar on me the bellmen led me back on a leash to my new owner. Grinning with lust in his eyes he pushed me down on the floor telling me I was a real fine specimen. Then pulling my legs over his shoulders I closed my eyes in expectations and then I felt him enter me. Clinging to him as he jammed that cock into me I began begging him for more. He was obsessed with sex and I surrendered my body to him in every way eager to please him. Looking into his eyes I ask if I was to call him master. Chuckling he told me that would please him. He said I was going to be a fine addition to the animals in his stables back home. I was so pleased I was lucky enough to be going to someplace and not being used as a beast of the fields for the rest of my life. Getting on my knees and kissing his feet eager I was eager to show my gratitude and submission to him.
He kept me in the bedroom in a cage. I was eager to please him in anyway he wanted. It was at the end of the week after he had instructed me in how to behave in public that he felt I was suitable to be shown. Having me groomed my master then led me down to the main dining rooms on my leash. As he led he to his table I pumped up my chest trying to make myself look as good as possible so he would be proud of me. Once he was seated I took my place kneeling at his feet. As he ordered he asked the waiter for a service plate for me. As the waiter removed each course he would scrape the leftovers on to my dish. I was grateful it was all mine and it tasted so wonderful I licked every morsel from the dish. Kneeling there I could look around and see some of the other animals sitting by their masters. From what I could see they were most of the ones I'd come here with.
Patting my head my master told me he'd decided to show me how some of my pack had faired so I would know how lucky I was before he had me crated to ship home. Leaving the dining room he turned down his long hall. Coming to a wide service door we entered. I was shocked to see Kelly's and George's head stuffed and mounted on trophy plaques. They looked so lifelike they looked like they could speak as their glass eyes stared off into space. Shaking his head my master said it was such a waste to just stuff and mount the head of a good animal just to have a trophy hanging above the mantle. He thought it was better taking them home live and training them to service.. Again saying it was such a waste of good animals but shrugging his shoulders said after all they did taste good at supper.
As we passed out of the doors I saw one of the men that had been stuffed as full figured animal standing proud waiting in a crate for shipping. When we arrived at the shipping room I was told me to get into the crate that I was going to be boxed and shipped back to his farm. I was thankful I was going to live to service my master. They gave me an injection so I would sleep during the trip and began packing me. I was still groggy but as I was being loaded into the jet I saw still another line of new men deplaning naked and in chains and being led to there new destiny. I was glad to be alive and hoped they would be as lucky. I would spend my life making him glad he chose to keep me as a pet to service him.