Cygnus returned to his desk when he was free of the food, quietly observing the slave. He was a pretty one - and he felt tempted to keep him, as a bedwarmer for when nights were freezing. But he knew it wouldn't be possible - the King of Weiss would want Altair and he would get it.<br/><br/>Night fell as the brig grew dim, sunlight no longer pouring through the holes that allowed one to peer through to the outer world. The brig was chilly and dank without the day's warmth, forcing the slaves to cuddle each other for warmth.<br/><br/>The brig was at the stern of the ship, with a narrow wood wall with a small doorway further separating it from the rest of the ship. Five men came to the brig, one with key in hand. They lasciviously stared at Altair and the others, before finally opening up the cage. They snickered like playing children.<br/><br/>One grabbed hold of Altair's right arm and another his left, preparing to drag him out of the cell. One groped his cock, squishing it tightly. Then one apoke up. "No. That one has cum on his chest. He's the Captain's" he said. The other men grumbled, releasing Altair from their hold and latching onto one of the common slaves, dragging him out of the brig and out of view. Before they completely left, the same man who boldly grabbed Altair's cock groped him once more.<br/><br/>Soon the brig was quiet once again.<br/><br/>Outside the brig, moans, whines and squeals eminated from down the ship, where the common slave was being used. There was laughing and loud sobs as he was passed around away from view, sailors cheering each other on as they used the man to fulfill their needs.<br/><br/>Finally, after some hours, the common slave was returned to the brig.