Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 12:24:18 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 14

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SAIL AWAY CHAPTER  FOURTEEN

I don't know  how long I lay on the floor, crying like a baby. All I knew was
that every  slave, except one, had used my body to piss on. I know that every
time my mouth  opened that one, if not more, aimed their streams at my face;
hoping to fill my  mouth with their golden nectar. And the two slaves who
squatted over me, pissing  up a storm, even lowered their butts, covering my
entire face. They treated me  worse than an animal. But, finally, when they seemed
satisfied that they'd  welcomed me officially they all returned to their
respective cells, talking up a  storm; with the main topic being me. Thankfully,
the door slid open and the room  fell silent. I quickly assumed the proper
position.

Before the  Headmaster had gotten to me, I heard screams and shouts;
apparently coming from  some of the slaves who must have gotten a taste of the
electric prod. I  concentrated on the sound of the Headmaster's shoes touching the
walkway,  gauging just how far away he was from my cell. It took him some time,
before he  stopped; apparently happy with what he was looking at. He
apparently was talking  to one of the goons, as I overheard him tell the goon, 'make
sure this mess gets  cleaned up nice and proper'. The Headmaster turned and
entered the cell directly  across from me, and soon thereafter I heard the now
familiar sounds of pain. The  poor slave was getting another dose of human
cruelty. Again, by the sound of  footsteps, I could tell that the Headmaster had
exited the slave area; leaving  behind one of his goons.

"Get this fucking mess cleaned up right now, slave" shouted the goon. I
lifted  my head with a blank expression on my face, not knowing where the cleaning
supplies were kept; which really set the goon into another gear. "There are
no  supplies you dumb fuck. The only thing needed to clean up your pig sty is
your  fucking tongue! Now get to it or  else."

Over a dozen  slaves had pissed all over my cell and this shit- for- brains
thinks I am going  to lick it all up. I was about to tell him off, when he
quickly whipped the  electric prod off of his belt; waving it in a menacing way
towards my bound up  balls. I foolishly, almost, went for him; but common sense
seemed the better  part of valor. I turned my back, away from him, and began
to slowly lick up the  smaller areas of piss. I was hoping that seeing me obey
his command would have  sent him on his way; but he was bound and determined
to watch over me. There was  so much piss that eventually I puked, which only
added more fuel to the fire. A  stab of the prod and I was rolling around in
piss and puke. The goon then,  unceremoniously, told me that the puke was to be
cleaned up as well. Fearing  another jolt from the prod, I convinced myself
that I'd better get this over  with. I licked the floor clean and no sooner had
I completed my assignment that  I heard the goon unzip his shorts. If he was
contemplating ramming a cock down  my throat, then he'd come up short; as I'd
sink my teeth into the damn thing so  hard that I would bite it in two. From
behind me, the goon had his own idea. He  began to splatter his load of piss all
over my back and ass. I was destined to  be totally degraded from the very
first day. I knew what was next, so without  waiting for his command; I simply
licked up all of his piss from the once clean  floor. And to make things worse,
I had no idea that the slaves on either side of  my cell were watching the wh
ole charade. The only thing that saved what little  dignity I had left, was
that I didn't let them see me crying; I wasn't about to  show them that they had
one this battle, but not the war. My tears were many,  yet silent; as I
seemed to have taken one more step downward on life's  ladder.

Alone, finally,  except for the two slaves in their adjoining cells. My brain
was racing faster  than I could keep up. My emotions were even worse; as they
ranged from a dark  hole, to hatred and revenge. The one saving grace, the
goon had closed all of  the cell doors upon exiting the block. Now, I didn't
care who saw me, but I had  to get water into my system. Without a thought, I
suckled the rubber dick until  the acrid taste in my mouth was completely gone.
My actions didn't go  unnoticed.

"My God, you  really are a virgin pussy boy!" the slave next to my cell once
again taking up  his mantle of virtues. "You've never sucked a cock before in
you fucking like.  You sucked your water spout like it had the plague or
something. Jesus, you will  need lots of practice sucking dick, before they
graduate you. Your owner will be  so pissed, that he'll probably have you
horsewhipped at the public viewing; so  if you don't want to have your skin ripped off, I
suggest that you get with the  program and learn to suck cock real fast. You
hear me faggot boy?! They don't  take kindly to slaves who don't learn quick.
But I'm guessing that you've paid  close attention to videos today, and that
should sure as hell tell you that your  life is not yours anymore. You better
get it through that fucking punked pussy  brain of yours that these people
don't mess around. Just what in the fuck do you  think "pussy sex slave" means
anyway? It ain't all sucking and fucking you know!  Just because you have the
title, doesn't mean that you won't be drinking a lot  of piss, eating shit,
licking dirty assholes, and being used by friends of your  owner.

You saw them  slaves who were crawling around? Well they are school flunkies,
and their owners  have sent them back here to school for more in depth
education. Old 'doc', well  he simply loves it when slaves are returned. It always
means that he gets to  practice some of his more 'modern' techniques. Hell them
two slaves, been cut  open and worked on so much that their arms and legs
will stay that way forever.  If somebody hollered FIRE, those two would never
make it out alive, cause they  move so slow.

And I know  you seen them slaves didn't have any balls either. Well word has
it, that their  owner wanted them cut, so's he could treat them like bitches.
Hear tell that the  Headmaster, himself, takes them two slaves down to the
stable and lets the  horses and dogs have their way with them. We can't even ask
them two slaves  either; as the doctor has removed their vocal  cords.

So, if you're  thinking about doing something stupid, like not learning or
following orders;  just keep them two slaves in mind, because you could, and
most likely will, end  up just like them. I've seen it plenty of times before.
Not to say that some  slaves haven't left here worse off then them two poor shit
eating,  bitches."

I wanted to  reach through the bars, and rip the slaves tongue out. I was in
a quandary, not  knowing how much of what he said was the truth and how much,
it any, was said  just to scare the crap out of me. And worst of all, he
wasn't finished talking  to me.

"Wait until you  meet the owner of this school. He's a real piece of work.
I've seen him fuck  slaves and I've seen him whip slaves. I'm betting that he'll
take advantage of  having a fine young white boy here; and I'm sure the one
thing you will be doing  for the man is sucking his cock and swallowing his
cum, not to mention his piss.  Since I've been here, he's done it to all of us.
But, in your case, he won't be  fucking you unless your master gives him
permission. He's pretty good with all  the things they've got in all of the
classrooms too. I've seen him juice a slave  for half a day once; letting the poor
slave wallow in his own piss and shit for  hours. Electric torture ain't no
picnic around here, especially if it is the  main man doing the torturing. But who
knows, you might be the kind of slave that  gets off on pain and suffering.
The Headmaster will be finding out that part of  your existence pretty soon
now."

Now I knew he was  lying to me. The only thing my dad did was work and more
work; making money  right and left. He may be the owner of this place, with all
of its' fancy  training aids and stuff, but he would never fuck a man or let
a man suck his  dick. I don't even think that my mom ever sucked his dick
either. Both of my  folks are to straight lace to even consider doing something
like that. Now, I  know my uncle, on my mothers side of the family would. I
haven't seen him in  over ten years. Maybe he is dead or something worse. But
listening to the slave,  making my dad out to be some kind of sicko pervert, into
administering pain and  forcing sex on a man was making me madder by the
minute. Thankfully, the sound  of the door opening, brought his holier than thou
sermon to a screeching  halt.

I never realized  how one's life can be sent into turmoil without knowing the
time of day. Where  had the day gone? Was it dinner time already? The
familiar sound of the food  cart coming down the walkway signaled so. Kneeling and
accepting my meager bowl  of slave food was something that I remember I must do.
I mustn't forget to thank  the slave when he returns to pick up my empty
bowl. I had to use my hand to move  my nose ring, as the food in the bowl seemed
rather chunky and I didn't want to  have trouble eating. By the time I finished
eating, I was not only parched, but  sweating and worst of all; my cock was
harder than I could ever remember.  Looking worried, I apparently drew
attention to myself due to my stiff dick. For  the first time, the other slave,
opposite side, began to snicker and giggle.  "Ah, I see they didn't wait long before
giving you one of their special meals.  Don't worry slave, we've all gotten
them special ones from time to time." Not  knowing what to say, I simply nodded
to him, acknowledging that I'd heard him  speaking. He definitely wasn't
American. He had an accent that I couldn't  recognize, perhaps he was African
since he was dark black and his voice was  rather deep toned. None the less, he
did look quite nice, for a man that is. He  didn't have any body fat on him at
all and his cock was thick and long; but what  amazed me, was his low hanging
nuts. They were even longer than his massive dick  size. I began thinking that
my nuts were going to hang low, like his; with all  the steel and heavy
weights hanging on them. Odd, was, that he didn't have a  single tooth in his mouth;
just bright pretty pink gums, which seemed to shine  under the light.

I  suckled the rubber dick once more, trying to quench my thirst; paying no
attention to the one slave who seemed 'hell bent' on being my cocksucking
instructor. He was quickly getting on my nerves. But what he said lastly, sure
got my attention. "You know, sex slaves like you will eventually have a tongue
piercing to match the size of your Master's cock. Once that piercing has had
time to heal, they will remove that small bead and replace it with a bigger
one;  depending on the size of your Master's cock. The new bead is designed to
roll up  and down on your Master's cock as you work your mouth back and forth
over the  length of it. It seems that Masters like it, because they get more
pleasure from  watching their slaves try to eat and drink versus having it
rolling up and down  on their dicks. But it sure does make a man dump a big load
of cum in a  hurry."

I quickly hopped  to the cell door, kneeling; to thank the slave for bringing
me my meal. Heck,  the slave even said 'you're welcome', this time. The one
distinguishing thing  about this slave was his butt. It wasn't very big, but it
fit his body  perfectly. It was tan, matching the rest of his skin to
perfection, unlike mine.  Not that I was envious of his butt, but I must admit that
it was rather nice  looking on him. I'm guessing that a lot of other men had
noticed it as well.  However, the only thing which I didn't comprehend was that
it looked like he'd  been branded like a cow. On his upper left butt cheek was
a circle with the  letter M inside the circle. Bewildered, I watched him as
he strode down the  walkway, the door closing behind him. Once he'd left, I
looked across the  walkway and could see that the other slave was still lying on
his cot, the bowl  of food still sitting there on the floor. I'm sure that the
slave needed to eat  and drink, but he was still in a state of
unconsciousness.

The entire block of  slaves was now beginning to leave their cells, lining up
single file on the  walkway. I watched them all, until I was the only one
left. I meagerly moved,  standing as the last in line. As the door opened up, the
line started to move.  Just as I was about to move through the passageway, I
was grabbed by my  shoulders by two goons. The look on my face must have told
them that they'd  startled me, as they roughly pushed me backwards, into the
cell block. "You are  not getting a shower tonight boy. You have other things
to do. But, you will  have a special shower before 'lights out'."

They shuffled me  back to my cell, just as I heard shoes clicking on the
walkway. I instantly  dropped to my knees, expecting the Headmaster; and I wasn't
wrong. If it wasn't  for that menacing prod hanging from his belt, I wanted to
ask him about Jordan.  Maybe when the others returned from showering, Jordan
would be with them. Why, I  couldn't understand, was I concerned about Jordan?
He hadn't been here all  afternoon, and I had to endure the humiliation,
degradation, pain, and  loneliness, all alone. I'm thinking he either is having
sex, or worse yet, he is  on his way back to the ship. Why would he come this
far with me, only to return  to the ship? But, I didn't want to see him having
sex either. I wanted him to be  like me. If there was a need for sex, then he
could find better ways to have it,  than to let some slave trainer fuck him up
his cute  butt.

I'd noticed that  the door stayed open, long enough for them to push the
video monitor back to my  cell. The Headmaster spoke to me, briefly but with
conviction. "This is only  your first day here and you've already had to have two
correctional  applications. That, 'boy', I find inexcusable! So, I have
instructed the  teachers to set their implements of instruction to the medium
setting; which if  that doesn't work, they will set them on the highest setting. That
will depend  on how well you do from here on out. Two mistakes, you get
medium level  applicational instructions. After that you get full setting
applications; WHICH  I MIGHT ADD, once you've reached full settings; the teachers will
never be able  to reduce them. So there you have it, I hope you heard every
word I've spoken;  because I will not address this situation with you ever
again." He turned and  walked away, leaving the two slaves to re-connect the video
screen. All I could  hear now was the ever increasing soft moaning coming from
across the walkway. I  knew that once the video started that the
predetermined volume would drown out  the groans and moans coming from that battered and
apparently distraught  slave.

I knelt there, as  I knew I should; waiting for the video to start. I
couldn't help but notice how  foul smelling I had become. Even my cell stank like a
sewer. I couldn't wait to  get a nice warm, soapy and sudsy, shower. Even
aboard ship I was kept clean by  Jordan; with his ever so gentle ministrations on
my body and mind. I didn't have  any idea where all the others had gone except
to shower. I began thinking that  there was more to this, than I was being
told. I'm thinking that since it is  early yet, that they've all been herded off
somewhere to maybe watch a little  television or better yet, a newly released
movie. I just didn't want to have to  work my way up the ladder around here. I
sure as fuck wasn't going to suck dicks  around here, just to get my
'brownie' points with the goons and teachers. No way  in fucking hell would I stoop as
low as these assholes. To them, from all I've  seen and heard, sex and pain
is all good. I'm beginning to think that they would  starve to death; with it
weren't for sex and pain. And if that IS the case; well  then my dad has made
the right move when it comes to slavery. Well, let's face  it... if these slaves
like sex and pain so much; then why not be a slave broker or  slave trader?
Just place your fucking order for what you want and my dad will  get it for you.
I wonder just how much money he makes as a slave broker. It must  be a bunch,
or he wouldn't be in a business like this.

As  long as I've lived, I found my father to be one of those who get rid of
anything  of no use to him. And, to make things more interesting, he's always
found  somebody who wants to buy his castoffs. I remember one car he had, a
real lemon  of a car. Always, the damn thing was in the shop. Finally he sold it
for the  same price that he'd paid for it. It was a four year old car. I even
remember  mom telling me that dad once sold an old ocean freighter, to a third
world  country. It was nothing more than scrap metal but he sold it anyway
and made  over six million dollars on the deal. Was I beginning to see where I'd
fucked  up? If I was half as smart as my dad, I'd be working side by side
with him and  raking in the money. But oddly enough, my dad never indicated to me
that he  wanted me to follow in his footsteps. Even my mother never seemed to
encourage  me to work with dad, which sort of seems odd now. Holy shit, I
just figured it  all out. It is the slave business that dad is wanting me to
learn. He wants me  to learn it from the bottom up, the inside out. Maybe I
shouldn't be so hard on  my dad. I'm betting that even all of these slaves know just
who I am, and that  is why they haven't tried anything stupid with me; except
for that little piss  party earlier. And that is why the Headmaster told me
all about the electric  prod; as he wouldn't think to use the high setting on
me. Jesus, I'll just go  along with this plan of dads and he'll see that I'm
ready to work in the slave  brokering business with him, for him. And Jordan,
well now I know he is back on  board the ship. This whole scenario was well
planned. That is why Jordan never  got a reply back from my mom via the ships'
email system. She knows that I'm out  here working, and now that dad has told her
about his ties with the slave  industry, she is pretty pissed off, knowing
her, BUT she will understand and  accept this, now that I'M learning the
business. Damn, Damn, DAMN! I'm feeling  better already...whew... what a  relief.

The screen  finally came to life. I knelt there not knowing what to expect;
as the screen  seemed to be running titles etc. just like in a real movie. I
don't remember the  name of the video, but indeed it was a run of the mill porn
movie; meaning no  real plot or script, just sex. It didn't take a minute and
I knew it was an all  male movie. For some reason, I didn't feel the need to
close my eyes; perhaps  now that I had a better understanding of my father's
actions. I watched as the  two young men undressed each other and quickly began
kissing and grabbing a  feel. What I found interesting was how quickly the
actors erections and began to  really get turned on by one another. They weren't
bad looking either. One even  had shaved his pubes off, which made me feel
better too. The amount of  consensual and reciprocating affections on the screen
was great... well,  considering I hadn't had sex in a long time and the fact
that I hadn't expended  my sperm for what seemed like forever. The more affection
displayed, the more I  was getting 'involved' with the video. Hard to imagine
two men, consenting young  adults, could find so much pleasure with the same
sex. Several times, my stomach  knotted up, while the camera was doing
close-ups of the tongue on tongue  kissing. I don't now when, or more importantly
why, but my cock was rock hard.  No matter how hard I tried to 'will it soft', it
stayed firm and horizontal;  putting a minimal strain on my testicles. By the
time the one actor dumped his  sperm in the asshole of the other one; I was
boiling over with a need to jerk my  meat. However, I knew that if I was caught
even touching my dick, an educational  experience would be meted out. I was
thankful that the first video was over,  anticipating another one just like it;
and praying that the video wasn't about  slaves and torture. The temptation
to jerk off had barely subsided when the  screen went to black and returned
filling the whole screen with that 'snow  effect'. Wait until I mention to dad,
about the poor quality of equipment here;  and suggest to him that we improve
on  it.

Perhaps, I'd over  thought my idea, as the screen came to life. What I should
have said is, IT CAME  TO FUCKING LIFE!

There  it was, on the screen; my fathers home office (he calls it his private
space).  The quality of the picture was too good to be a video, in fact; I
was now seeing  a live feed from his 'private space'. I was getting anxious to
see my dad and  hear what he has to say. I could even make out some of the
pictures behind the  desk, on the bookcase. Of course they were of me and mom,
which made me briefly  home sick. Hey, mom might even have a few words for me
too. How great was this  going to be... awesome for  sure.

I wasn't' even  feeling the pain in my knees anymore, as all my senses were
trained on the  screen, anticipating seeing my dad. My cock was still erect but
I wasn't feeling  the aches in my nuts, or any of my body rings come to think
of it. And for sure  my nose wasn't picking up any of the foul piss stench in
my cell. Now I know why  the other slaves were taken out of the cell block...
just so I'd have 'private  time' with my dad; to listen (for once) just what he
had planed for me.

I saw a shadow in the  picture, which soon turned out to be my dad. He was
dressed like I'd never seen  him dressed before. He wasn't in a suit, wasn't in
casual wear either. He was  clad in jeans and a black tank top. He moved
behind the desk, holding a folder  and didn't even look up at the camera until he
was comfortably seated.  Apparently, the folder contained the words which he
planed to enumerate on. That  was just like my dad, not saying anything
important unless he had it all figured  out and written down on paper. He never did
like to make a speech unprepared.

"Hello 'boy'. I hope  you're having a good time at the school. By now I know
that you have learned  what is going on, or so you think. But before we get
started, I just want to say  that you looked mighty fine when they took you off
the ship. I really do like  you all decorated up nice and pretty. I've been
kept up to date on your training  and it appears to me that your heart and soul
are not into your new life. For  the life of me, I can't figure you out; and I
suppose that is why I've sold you  into slavery."

Holy  Jesus, did I just hear him right. Surely this is a test of my
fortitude?

"I not only  had been sent photos of your progress, but I've been constantly
apprised of your  transformation via video up linking. I've seen and heard
every word aboard ship,  most of which displeases me to no end. Your actions and
those of some others  wouldn't even make for a good movie, let alone a decent
novel. Your life has  changed forever, from the moment you stepped foot onto
the ship. There is no  turning back, at least not for you. You must go forward,
accepting your new life  as a sex slave; with zeal and vigor. You must not
think of your old, your past  life anymore. Daniel explained that to you, but
you failed to grasp his  message."

Now dad was  making me nervous. Surely he knew that his words would strike
discord in my  brain. I can now only imagine what he told  mom.

"As soon as you  successfully complete your education, you will meet your
Master. Every video  you've seen and those you will see are videos selected by
your new Master; aimed  at helping you come to terms with your new life. Not
only will you see them over  and over again, but you will see many more videos;
more in-depth, more in  detail, more sexual, more painful, more degrading than
those you've seen  today."

My face was  glued to the screen, and I don't even know if I was breathing.
My dad was  scaring the shit out of me now, and I was waiting for the punch
line, i.e. ... 'April fools'... I noticed his right hand move across to the side of
his desk, and  in the blink of an eye; the screen split in two. One side was
my dad, and the  other side was me. Shit almighty... I'm on live  television.

"Can you  hear me alright, 'boy'?

"Yes dad, I can hear you  great."

"Wrong answer,  'boy'! You should address all men, even myself as SIR! I'll
make a note of your  infraction so that the Headmaster can instill civility
into your brain. Now  then, you'll be receiving some additional work on your
body, and I've arranged  for it to be done this evening; after the others have
returned to their  lodgings."

Hearing those  words sent fear bolting from my brain down into my toes; which
caused me to piss  myself, and which I saw happening on the screen. This
didn't please my dad, as  he once again 'made a note' for the  Headmaster.

"Now then, I  suppose you deserve at least some explanation; even though most
slaves don't  need one, or get one. For your entire life, I've been second to
you. Your mother  has nurtured you, coddled you, and spoiled you. Your mother
has spent so much  time with your upbringing that I've been denied my
fatherly needs and desires,  for all those years. I told your mother what has
happened and she has left and  gone to stay elsewhere. Someone is coming by tomorrow
to gather up all of her  belongings and we will most likely be getting a
divorce, thanks to you. She  knows about everything, including the slave business,
which you are now a part  of. She won't return unless you come back home;
which just isn't going to happen  now, or ever."

I began  to cry like a baby. I don't think it was because of my dad; but
because of what  he'd said to mom and at least she had the courage to leave him.
Now I know why  she didn't' respond to the  email.

"Stop your  sniveling 'boy', right this instant! I guess I'm just going to
have to make a  note for the Headmaster. Slaves can't go around crying like
babies. Now then  where was I? I noticed that you are hesitant to suck on the
water dildo in your  cell. That won't be tolerated any longer. One of your primary
functions is to  suck cock well. You must learn to suck it so good, that your
brain will crave  cock. Speaking of which, you'll at least be safe in getting
fucked up the ass,  UNLESS your master gives permission for the school to
open you up. I've had  intense conversations with your Master and he assures me
that unless you learn  ALL of your other duties well, he WILL allow us to open
you up. And I can assure  you, that the first thing up your ass won't be a
cock, or a dildo. So if you  don't want the doctor stitching your ass up, you'd
better learn quickly to  follow orders; and do everything the school orders you
to do. And I do mean  EVERYTHING!

Now then,  secondly, your piss swallowing is deplorable. Piss is healthy, as
long as you  suck the water dildo. Water is very important and the only way
you're going to  get water is through your water cock. I will be making a trip
to the school in a  few days, and you'd better have your urinal regiment down
to perfection. And, I  might add, that your passing or failing grade on urinal
education will come from  me. For the length of time that I'm at the school,
every time, AND I MEAN  EVERYTIME, I need to piss, you're going to be a good
slave and swallow every  fucking drop and speck of it. That's not to say that
you won't be showing me  what else you've learned to do either. It will be quite
interesting to finally  see you doing something constructive for once in your
life.  "

I was about to puke,  but I knew that if I did and he saw me; that I'd have
to lick it up right here  in front of him. As the puke came up I forced it back
down; only making matters  worse. Jesus, where'd I gone wrong with my dad?
This man talking to me isn't the  same man that I knew back in New York. This
man is a sadist though and  through.

"In some ways,  I'm glad that your mother is away. Tomorrow, I'm getting
slaves in here to cook,  clean and to tend to my most personal needs. It is to bad
that you can't be one  of them, as I feel having you around here, serving
your parents would have been  the best thing for everyone; however unfortunate,
I've had to place you up for  immediate sale to which, thankfully, I've found a
buyer willing to display some,  not much, patience with you. Perhaps in time,
should you perfect your skills and  your Master tires of you, we might just
get you back home where you belong. I  feel that having a son to service the
intimate needs of his father is quite  fitting; don't you agree? But now, you
need to continue your education and the  sooner you learn, without hesitation or
repulsiveness; the sooner you can  graduate.

I've arranged  a small outing for you tomorrow. You will be walked down into
the small town;  just below the school. It isn't to far, perhaps a couple of
miles. It will give  you time to reflect on your life and status as a slave to
mankind. There, you  will be greeting by all of the male townsfolk. You will
be educated there, with  them, from them. I suppose it is one of the perks,
being owner of the school,  mayor of the town and chief procurer of slaves from
the towns ample supply of  humans willing to sell their children into slavery
for a mere handful of  American dollars. I think you will like the twins, once
you meet them. They're a  little younger than you, but have a voracious desire
to become Masters  themselves. One day, they might even be employed at the
school. They'd do just  about anything to get a good job paying them a thousand
American dollars a year.  If I were you I wouldn't concern myself with being
confronted with even the  youngest male. They've all seen naked slaves before
and they will know just how  to handle you tomorrow; even the boys that are ten
and eleven years old will  assist in your schooling, won't that be fun, not
to mention quite  exciting."

Holy shit! My  dad has gone over the edge. I kept perfectly still, kneeling
erect and keeping  my eyes to the ground. This way I was able to listen and
absorb every word he  was saying. Even my dick was scared to death, hanging as
limp as possible;  considering the heavy ring and having my nuts bound tightly
and stretched. I  guess tomorrow would be my one and only chance to steal
myself away from this  hell hole; even if it meant running naked for days until I
reached safe haven.

"Just a couple more  things before I go 'boy'. You need to clean up that piss
from the floor; so  while I'm talking, why don't you be a good slave and turn
around and start  licking up your piss."

I  wasn't about to answer him. He didn't' deserve the satisfaction of hearing
me  call him Sir. I kept my head lowered as I turned around and leaned down
to begin  licking up my piss. At least he wouldn't have to 'make a note'; since
he  couldn't see the river of tears streaming down my  face.

"You know; I've  really enjoyed our little chat. We haven't had a
conversation in so long that  this means a lot to me. I can't wait to get down there, and
perhaps we can have  more talks and maybe even share a meal or two. Just the
two of us, alone. I must  say that I am enjoying the view from down there. I
hadn't realized just how much  of a cock and set of balls you had growing
between your legs. You must admit,  though, that you look a hundred times better
without hair. It makes you look  like the proper slave. I only wished all of the
students were hairless, makes  for a lot less work for the  teachers."

Dad's  bullshit chat was grinding on every nerve in my body. Thank goodness
he is about  done with his 'sermon'. I just kept on licking the floor, even
though it was  already clean. I just didn't want to turn around, again, and give
my dad the  pleasure of seeing my face and front  side.

"Ok then, last  note I have here is... oh yes... your friend Jordan. Well
apparently you're to blame  for what I'm about to say. It appears that you made it
your goal to get Jordan  to help you out of your predicament. That wasn't a
smart move on your part OR  his. Daniel discovered the two emails Jordan sent for
you. You mother was  furious with me to say the least, but I feel that I've
remedied that situation.  Next week, I'm going to have a meeting with Alan's
parents to explain your new  life. Perhaps I can make them understand just how
much you need this new life;  seeing how they have three slaves of their own,
I'm sure they'll understand. As  for your friend Alan; well I'm sure that he is
quite happy with his current  life. In case you forgot, I saw how you and he;
along with the other three boys  were getting along after your birthday
party. It was quite obvious to me; the  minute I saw them wearing those really
adorable Speedos. As for Jordan... well I'm  positive that you haven't seen him or
should I say recognized him. That slave  flesh across from your cell is in fact
Jordan. You'll have ample time to visit  and learn with him. He sealed his
own fate, the second he betrayed me and his  fellow slaves; by helping you. I
hope you can learn from your mistakes. Until we  meet, or should I say... Until
you suckle and swallow your fathers piss...."

I turned to face a  black screen. He was gone, thank God. Now, I had to
concern myself with seeing  Jordan. If what my dad said was true, then the
bloodied, beaten, ringed and  tortured male so close to me now, was
Jordan... My body fell to the ground, as I  curled up into a fetal position
and cried like an infant.

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