You go back to the pub

Realizing how fucked you are, you simply find no better option, but to walk back to the pub, kneel down next to Master, and lay your head on left his thigh. You stay in this position for a couple of hours. Around night, Master and the others start to wake up. They order you to suck their cocks again, then they take your leash, and escort you back to the ship.

“You know, I thought for a bit you would try to escape on us,” Master says, once you are locked back in your cage.

You shake your head with the dildo in your mouth.

“You like things here, aren’t you?” he laughs.

You nod.

“You see, I’ve told you this is a favor to you. We are happy because we have our ****, and you are happy because you have your masters,” he pats you on the head, and leaves the cargohold.

You stay idle for a while. In retrospect you are surprised how easily you nodded. You don’t fancy to be a **** for the rest of your life. You simply have no better option. Then again: Serving the crew is a pretty good thing in itself. Surprisingly good. You try moving your holes around the dildos in an attempt to ease your tension. After a while, you give up, and you let yourself slowly drift into sleep.