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I had decided to visit my friend Araway in Africa, he lives in a small town in a remote region of the country. We had met years before when we both worked for the same mining company. He had returned to Africa to take over a mining company, that had belonged to his uncle.
Due to the remoteness of the region, there was no government officials, no legal system, and no jails or prisons. The law was administered by town officials, and by village Chiefs. A person guilty of a crime, was either killed or sold into slavery. The Money received from selling the criminal, was used for compensation.
The criminal would be turned over to a slave action facility, where he would be prepared and sold. These criminals would then be bought by mining companies and plantations, and used as slaves. My friend admitted he used these slaves in his mine.
When I arrived in the Capital, I was met at the airport by my friend. We spent a couple of days in the city sightseeing, and getting reacquainted. Then we made the two day journey to his town, first driving on a paved road, then on dirt roads or paths.
We slept in the back of his four wheel drive truck that night, and arrived at his house just before dark the next day. We were met by his male housekeeper, who helped us carry in our luggage. I was shown to my room, where I was able to clean up before dinner.
At our meal I was able to ask questions about the town, and glad to learn they had running water and a sewage system. So I would be able to shower and use the toilet facilities just like at home in the USA. The town had a population of a few thousand people, and there were a number of small native villages in the region.
Araway and I were both tired so we went to bed early. I did a little unpacking, then went in and took a shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went out on the back porch, where I sat down to enjoy the sounds.
The housekeeper joined me and ask if I needed anything, I thanked him and ask for something to drink. He returned with a couple of soft drinks, and ask if he could join me. I told him sure, that I would love someone to talk with. I ask him questions about the dangers of animals and snakes, and he just laughed. He told me not to worry about wild animals unless I went into the jungle, and he said snakes were not a problem.
I used this time to bring up the slave issue, and ask him to explain the system. He gave me a complete picture of how the system worked, and was very supportive of the system. He said it was the only solution to criminal activities in the region. He was very convincing, and I had to agree it seemed like the best solution.
I told the housekeeper I was getting tired and needed to go to bed. I thanked him for keeping me company, and for answering my questions. He told me he would be around for me, when Araway was at work. I then returned to my room, and went to bed.
The next morning the housekeeper woke me for breakfast, so I washed and dressed, before going to breakfast. Araway was already at the table, and dressed for work. He had on tan slacks, tan shirt, and boots, and he had a pistol attached to his belt. I sat down and started eating my breakfast, but looked over at Araway and ask about the pistol. He told me it was needed working around criminals, that if they acted up he could use it to stop any rioting.
I ask if I could accompany him to the mine, but he seemed reluctant to take me. Finally he agreed, but told me not to say anything regarding what I would see. He told me I might have a hard time accepting the working conditions of the men. I agreed to keep quiet and ask questions later.
When we arrived at the mine I was introduced to the foreman, who was to show me around. Araway said he had work to do and didn’t have time to show me around. The foreman had a pistol as well, and he had a coiled whip he carried.
We arrived at the mine, which was a deep pit, and the men working in the pit were naked. The men had metal collars around their necks, and metal cuffs on their wrist and ankles. I was surprised, but at the same time found myself getting turned on. It brought back memories of my BDSM play back home.
The slaves were kept in the pit at all times, they lived in caves dug in the side of the pit. The slaves were digging with picks and shovels, and pulling carts to a elevator. The carts where raised to the top of the pit, emptied, and returned to the pit. I watched the slaves below working naked and in chains, and tried to cover my growing erection.
I finally went to the change house and took a piss, giving myself the opportunity to lose my erection. I then wandered around looking at other aspects of the mining operation. Araway came looking for me, and ask what I thought of the operation. I told him I found it fascinating, and told him I was surprised to see the naked slaves.
Araway told me he was curious to see my reaction, since he knew about my BDSM past. He told me the foreman had noticed my erection, since he had ask the foreman to watch my reaction. I ask him what he had told the foreman about me, and he told me not to worry, that the foreman was gay.
He told me had told the foreman about my BDSM play, and had explained it all to the foreman. I told Araway I didn’t think I could face his foreman again, but he told me I had no choice. He told me the foreman was going to show me everything about the mine, and take me down in the pit to observe the operation.
I spent the rest of the day learning all about the mine, and then the time came for my tour of the mine pit. The foreman patted my crotch and told me not to be embarrassed, that he was gay and understood my feelings. So he took me to the elevator for our decent to the pit.
Once we were at the bottom, the foreman showed me the sleeping quarters of the slaves. He then let me observe the slaves at work, and told me to ask whatever I wanted to know. I did ask about the slaves being naked, and he explained it made it harder to escape. He said clothes were not practical due to the climate, and that clothing rotted.
I ask him about the brand on the slaves, and he told me the brand designated them as criminals. I ask him about the length of time the men were kept, and he told me it was for life.
Time came for me to accompany Araway back to the house, so we started for home. He ask me what I thought about the slave workers, and wanted to know if I understood the system. When we reach the house he said we would talk about it later.