Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2005 22:13:10 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away part twelve

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Sail Away Chapter Twelve


            I looked out at the ship for as long as it was in sight. In a
way, I'm glad that the helicopter turned and headed away from the ship;
making its' way toward land. Tears flowed freely, as I could now better
understand the life sentence I'd been given by my father. Sitting on the
floor, all hunched together was quickly becoming uncomfortable, but I
knew that even if I could complain, nobody would listen. My teary eyes
found their way to Jordan, who like me, was sitting on the floor opposite
me. The four men in back were sitting in what looked like rather
comfortable seats. The men were talking amongst themselves, but with the
noise of the engines I couldn't make out what they were saying to one
another. It seemed not to matter much anyway. Jordan raised his head and
was able, like me, to rest his chin on his knees. All we could do was to
sit there and look at each other for most of the trip; unless we wanted
to peer out the small bottom windows and see nothing but blue ocean
water.

            Amazingly, the journey didn't take to long and the whirlybird
was flying over land. I cast my vision towards the small window more and
more, as we seemed to be getting lower to earth. Before I knew it, the
helicopter was making small circles, getting closer and closer to a piece
of land which was all green wavy grass. The ride ended with a couple of
thumps and thuds as the machine settled back down on the ground. The
whine of the engine slowed quickly, which allowed somebody from outside
to slide the door open.  I was the first one to be hauled out. Four
burly, barely clothed men grabbed me and picked me up off the floor and
quickly deposited me on the ground about a hundred feet from the
aircraft.  The four other men quickly departed the craft, enabling the
extrication of Jordan. Jordan was placed along side of me, and we both
couldn't help but to look at each other; wondering what was coming next.

            The men were greeted by one man, who by all appearances
seemed to be very well dressed and in great physical shape. The man
accepted a small envelope from one of the four and they soon departed in
a vehicle; leaving Jordan and I alone with the newer man along with the
four goons that took us off of the helicopter.

            He nicely told the men to remove the chains binding us, which
they did quickly and respectfully. I sat there, rubbing my ankles, wrist
and neck; trying to get feelings back to those areas. I straightened my
legs and shook my arms along with craning my neck around in circles. No
sooner than I'd begun to get feelings back in those areas, the man
ordered Jordan and me to stand and assume the 'position'.

            Jordan was first to his feet and I followed his lead, keeping
my head bowed, feet apart and hands behind my head. As the man approached
me, all I could think about was that I'm about to get another one of
those up close and personal inspections. The man came close enough that I
could feel the air escaping from his mouth, as he breathed. He was almost
nose to nose with me; as you might see at some military boot camp. I
waited, for what seemed several minutes, expecting him to speak; but he
only stood nose to nose, and I might say, doing a damn good job of
intimidating me. He finally moved away from me, and applied his technique
on Jordan. Thankfully neither one of us made any movement, as I'm quite
sure that this man or his 'goons' would have sent a rain of pain down
upon us.

            Shortly thereafter, Jordan and I were once again side by
side; standing straight and tall listening to what I'd assumed were some
of our immediate orders and directions. Some of what he was saying, I'd
already been taught; such things as silence and not to look into a mans
eyes unless told too. My nuts were really hurting now, and I couldn't
understand why they felt worse now than ever before. I guess the pain was
just part of my skin stretching or something. I would have done just
about anything to get a cool glass of water right now, as I felt
dehydrated and weak. I was mortified to think that without giving notice
to it; that I had now been unjustly exposed, totally naked, to even more
men. The nakedness of my body and soul aboard ship was one thing, but
now... here this moment in time my brain registered the sickening fact
that I may never again be able to dress like I used to. Thankful, at
least, that my cock had lost its firmness which didn't allow these men to
see me in an aroused physical state.

            Silence fell over our group, as this 'man in charge'
concluded his stare down with Jordan. One of the 'goons' grabbed a hold
of my cock and ran a rope through the Prince Albert; the same time Jordan
was getting a rope tied around his cock and balls. Common sense told me
to follow along without causing a ruckus, as the both of us were led
away. We went from walking on the cool grass, to walking on a red brick
pathway. Our progress was halted momentarily, as the men who rode with us
on the helicopter made their way back down the path towards the
helicopter and apparently lifted off heading for who knows where.

            The brick walkway continued for some distance, until we were
abruptly brought to a stop. Jordan was still in front of me, which, if I
strained my eyes upward I could see part of his body, as it too was
dripping with sweat. "Eyes up!" came a command from one of the men.  Now
I could see so much more. I could see all of Jordan's backside, the four
goons and the well dressed man. Off to my left was a rather large abode,
presumably belonging to the man. To my right were several buildings which
I took to house animals or equipment. Directly in front of us was a
building, made of red brick; and, at first glance looked rather well
kept. Two of the goons opened the thick wooden door and entered the
building, leaving us with just the man and the remaining two goons. If I
had half an ounce of courage and no brains, this would have been a good
time to make a run for freedom. There was plenty of slack in the two
ropes, no one seemed to be paying close attention and all I had to do was
turn around and make my way back down the brick path to freedom. Being
lost, in who knows where, sure beats the hell out of what might lay ahead
if I hang around to find out.

            I no more than moved my head to the right and instantly I was
on the ground; something had stung my balls and I was about to die. Had
it not been for my mouth gag; I'd have probably used every vulgar word in
my vocabulary. The pain was like none other. I even managed to piss
myself, causing a huge mess, not only on the walkway but on myself as
well.

            All I could hear was laughter, the kind you hear, or do, when
it comes from deep inside of you. They were all laughing at me, making
light of a serious situation. I saw nothing humorous about torture. I was
quickly grabbed and made to stand regardless of my situation. My body was
wracked in pain, yet Jordan kept facing forward; not wanting to suffer
the same consequences as I had. The huge door swung open, inviting us to
come in. The closer we got to the doorway, the air suddenly changed; as
we were enveloped in a torrent of cool refreshing air, making me shiver
every so slightly.

            The first room we came to was bare, but for a few lights on
the walls. There were no windows, no furniture. It seemed odd, that the
only flooring was the same walkway which we were still standing on. To
either side of the walkway was a floor of pure white sand; all smooth,
without as much as a footprint. Once the door closed behind me, all I
could think of was 'welcome to hell'.

            A door finally opened at the far end of the room, which
revealed a man; presumably a physician, as the man was wearing one of
those heavy cotton fabric, long medical jackets. Once Jordan began to
move, I kept my distance, moving in cadence with each and every step he
took. Past the door, the same walkway continued for what looked like a
hundred feet. Our small procession of flesh was stopped at the first door
on the left; which the doctor unlocked, opened and illuminated as he
entered. As Jordan entered the room, his two goons stayed outside; and
the same scenario played out once I entered the room. Only the doctor,
the well dressed man and the doctor were in the room with us two. The
door seemed to close automatically and lock behind everyone. I began once
again to perspire, even though I was actually quite cold. I could only
relate that my sweating was caused by fear. My eyes scanned the room,
discovering that it looked no different than most exam rooms at your
doctors' office. Counters and cabinets, two exam tables, instruments
mounted on the wall and all the other little 'goodies' that doctors like
to buy and seldom use. I was actually startled when for once I heard a
voice, it was the doctor.

            "Alright you two boys; get over here so I can weigh you and
get your height." Jordan and myself quickly prodded over to where the
doctor was standing next to his scale. Apparently, the doctor had known
of our arrival before hand, as he had a folder in hand for each of us. He
wrote down Jordan's height and weight and then mine. I suppose I could
say that by now I was beginning to feel a bit stupid, as we'd not been
told what to do next, other than just stand there.  The doctor finally
spoke, ordering us to assume the 'position'. I snapped to, and hand my
feet spread wide and hands behind my back before Jordan did.

            He took a look a Jordan and then looked at me; another look
at both of us before he pushed a short padded stool over in front of me.
As he sat down, I noticed that he'd gotten his hands on a caliper; which
he began using immediately. He measured every single piercing on my body,
with no consideration to my modesty or any discomfort he may have been
causing. Then to my surprise, he began to measure my nipples; as to their
base diameter and the distance my teet had been pulled away from it. He
even measured the thickness of my teet just below the nipple ring and the
thickness of my teet where the ring had been installed. He briefly stood
to do several measurements on both of my ears, and three or four on my
tongue piercing; which was a great relief to have my mouth gag removed.
You can rest assured that I wasn't about to ask questions or to interfere
with the doctor's duties.  He spent extra time measuring my snout ring,
even using a small flashlight to shine up my nostrils as he forced his
caliper in.

            He used his feet to shuffle himself and his stool around
behind me.  "OVER" he said rather loudly.  I began to bend over at the
waist when he said to "spread'um'; to which I fastidiously used my hands
to spread my butt cheeks apart so that he could get his kicks messing
with my ass. Hell, he was measuring my shit chute. I felt the metal of
the calipers touch my flesh three or four times, before he seemed
satisfied. "Damn boy, you telling me that you haven't had anything up
your ass, nothing at all? I haven't had a virgin pass through here in
over eight years. I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but who ever gets to
fuck you first is in for one hell of a ride."

            The doctor came back around to my front, apparently saving my
cock and balls for last. He kept himself busy measuring my nuts from
several different directions. He even measured, with care, the distance
my nuts had stretched after I'd been made to carry the weights around for
the last two days. He measured my cock more than any part. He even stuck
the caliper in my pisshole, to measure how much room there was left after
I'd been lanced and fixed with my thick and large Prince Albert. The one
thing I was happy and thankful for, was the doctor removing my cow bell.
I was hoping, with fading optimism, that the damn bell would be kept off.
No bell meant that if I could find the way, the time and the day to
escape; they'd not be able to hear me sneaking out.

            After quite some time the doctor seemed to have had his
pleasures with my body, ordering me now to lay down on one of the two
exam tables. As I followed his command, he took up where he left off; as
he began his measurements of Jordan. All I could do was lay in silence,
but it did give my ample time to reflect on just what may have gotten me
to this place. So what if I was able to get just about anything and
everything I wanted or needed; my parents never lacked for anything
either. This whole idea of selling me off into slavery must be only for
some exclusive financial gain. Had I been twenty years old, my father
could never have done this to me legally. In every way, I'd always obeyed
my parents, without even as much as a vain attempt to challenge them.
This had to be about cash, and nothing more. The man watching over us
now, must have a mountain of money; as knowing my dad, I 'didn't come
cheap'.

            It wasn't long and Jordan was laying on the other table, the
doctor doing something which I couldn't see. Whatever he was doing must
not have been to serious; as Jordan didn't make a single sound. I had
begun to admire Jordan, for not only his help given too me but for his
courage and endurance through this whole thing. I knew, for sure, that at
least he was happy to be off of the ship; as he'd mentioned one or two
disgusting things that he had to do each and every time he came back from
an auction, still not able to have found a buyer for his body. I could
only imagine what I would have done if someone made me lick an asshole
right after somebody took a nice healthy crap.

            Finally, the doctor was standing next to my table, with his
folder open; reading notes and making notes. He made several comments to
the other man, as if he was telling him something rather than asking him.
I wasn't sure what was going on; as for sure I'd had believed the well
dressed man was my owner. Perhaps being a doctor, gave him certain leeway
with his position here at this place. The more I listened, the more I
would learn.

            Before I knew it, the doctor was cleaning my piercings; and I
must say that he was none to gentle, compared to Jordan. The pain he was
causing me, brought water to my eyes, and I briefly thought that perhaps
he was creating the pain in order that he might find pleasure in
punishing me in some way. Whatever he was using, stung like mad; not to
mention that when he cleaned my tongue stud some of the liquid ran down
my throat which caused me to nearly vomit.  He seemed to take his time
when he was cleaning my Prince Albert. He constantly kept sliding the
ring around as far as he could, back and forth. After a minute or two of
that, my cock, with a mind of its' own, began to erect. All in his plans,
for sure, as he quickly began to stroke my cock; and when firm, he made
no bones about taking measurements of it.

            I had no idea what to expect or what was happening, as after
the measurements were taken he continued on with stroking my cock. I felt
the need to purge my nuts with every stroke of his hand. If he didn't
stop soon, I knew that he'd get a blast of sperm like he'd never seen
before. I could feel the blood racing through the veins in my dick, as my
nuts tried to retract. As my balls began to cause me discomfort, due to
their restrictive situation, my eruption occurred; sending sperm
everywhere. The man laughed, as did the doctor, at my situation. I hadn't
realized that the doctor had aimed my cock upwards toward my head;
causing sperm to land on my upper chest and onto my face.

            Why me, why not Jordan? Did all of these things have to
happen to me and not him? Why was I any different then he was; we are
both slaves to some sick pervert.

            My thoughts came back to the immediate present, seeing the
doctor take what sperm was still on the end of my cock and putting it
onto a glass slide. I guess he wanted to look at it under a microscope to
see if all my little baby makers were in there swimming around, or
something.

            The other man was now standing next to me, looking down on me
with what I could only describe as a look of disappointment. He hadn't
said a word to us in such a long time, that I was beginning to think that
something I had done, or didn't do, was upsetting him. Thankfully the
doctor had proceeded to obtain a sperm sample from Jordan in a timely
manner and we were both ordered off our tables. The door swung open and
we followed the man out, continuing down the brick pathway to the next
room.

            This room was empty. I mean empty. Even the floor was
missing, as only fine grain sand surrounded our feet. Jordan and I were
instructed, nicely, to kneel at the wall at the far end, facing away from
the wall. The man instructed us on how we were to kneel; with our knees
spread wide and our butts resting on the heels of our feet. My nuts were
making contact with the sandy floor, as I could feel the warmth transmit
to my brain. My dick was prevented from touching the floor, by the Prince
Albert ring. Our hands were kept firmly behind our heads, as we stared at
a the blank wall in front of us. Momentarily, a small opening appeared in
the ceiling and a screen began to emerge. It was by far the largest
television screen I had ever seen. As the man began to move out of the
way, Jordan and I followed him with our eyes; finally Jordan and myself
were able to look at one another for a brief moment. I was still amazed
that Jordan was showing no fear of our situation. I guess everything he
had told me before, about wanting and desiring to become a sexual object
of a free man was really true. I wondered just how many men he'd had sex
with, and how many men were really nice to, and good for him. The screen
came to life, and all my attention was concentrated on the image before
me, on the screen.

            The man, whom I thought was my new owner, was now on the
screen; about to speak. I will do my best recollection, of the video,
just so you will get an idea, a feel, for what was said and how it all
made me feel.

            "Welcome to the Morris School of Behavioral Modification. You
have been placed here, with us; in order that we may help you become a
better slave. The board of trustees, and the owner, of the school have
spent countless hours and exorbitant amounts of money, to see that you
have access to only the best."

            At this point, my mouth dropped to the ground. Did I hear him
correctly? Did he say 'Morris'? Surely this was just a coincidence. What
other off the wall reason could I come up with, other than it was just a
fluke.

            "After you have finished viewing this video, you will better
understand our role in producing only the finest slaves which are trained
to bring years of enjoyment to their new master. Slaves here are required
to address all men as SIR and nothing less. There is no person in the
school who you will call master. Each student, once graduated, will meet
his or her new master; at which time you will know to call Master. All
slaves in our school are kept in what we call 'natural' condition. Only
freemen wear clothes. Some of you will go on from here to receive
haircuts and other body modifications. Some of you have arrived here,
having already been smoothed and ringed; so with the extra time, you will
be immersed into your training program before the end of your first day.

            You will be well cared for, well feed and receive ample
attention. You will undergo a regiment of examinations each and every
day. You will constantly be observed, so that we may better assist you in
all that you need to achieve. Each of your owners has submitted an
outline of what he or she desires us to teach and train you in. Nothing,
absolutely nothing, an owner could ask for, that we here at the Morris
School can't provide.

            We have, in the past, provided owners with their slaves being
completely transformed into loving pets, such as a dog. We have taught
some slaves to serve their masters animals. We have taught some slaves
how to become urinals and even toilets. We have the medical capabilities
to remove any part of a body that a master may desire to have removed.
The Morris School has four completely equipped rooms, containing the
latest implements for inflicting pain; to which a slave quickly learns to
turn such pain...into pleasure for him or herself. The school prides
itself on its' capabilities to graduate some of the finest 'sexual
pleasure' slaves in the world.

            As I mentioned before, your education is completely monitored
and to show you just how well we monitor your progress, please pay close
attention to the following."

            The huge screen went black for a couple of seconds. When it
came to life, I saw three slaves, apparently new; being led into the
doctor's examination room. From there, they were shown watching this same
video. The video played for quite a few minutes, as I saw what must have
been every room, every means of teaching, each and every conceivable sex
act known to man.  Some of the things I saw, I couldn't begin to describe
to anyone, let alone understand myself. The video stopped, and the next
thing I saw on the screen was Jordan and myself. Holy shit! Like we are
being video taped! This guy wasn't joking around! I looked dead ahead, at
the screen; not wanting to show that I was flabbergasted. I was surprised
to see, that Jordan had somehow managed to get an erection from watching
the video. I could detect, on the screen, that Jordan had a drop of
jizzle covering his pee hole. I don't know how he or anyone else could
get aroused by watching the video, but I guess I still had a lot to learn
about him and this new world of slavery.

            "I certainly hope that you have learned a considerable amount
of information from watching the movie. Your attentiveness to it will
ensure that you will progress through your training in a shorter amount
of time, and with greater ease, with receiving less pain than others.

            In conclusion, I hope that you will enjoy the following
portion of the video; showing you the entire complex of land and
buildings taken from our many exterior cameras, to be followed by a brief
welcome, from the founder and owner of the Morris School of Behavioral
Modification."

            I couldn't believe the amount of security this place has.
There must have been two dozen cameras scanning the entire complex. One
camera even showed a segment of the helicopter landing and unloading four
black teenagers.

            When the screen went to black, I thought perhaps that
something had gone astray with the video; as I was expecting the
'welcome' speech from the founder. But, when the screen came back to
life, there was the 'founder' and owner of the school. It was my father,
my dad.


to be continued,


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