Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2005 10:27:13 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away part 18

Right now, all I wanted to do was to go back to my cell and rest. I had never
 felt so disgusted with human nature any more than I did this moment. Just
the  thought in my head that they weren't moving me back to the school house,
made me  acutely aware that they weren't done with me  yet.

I became nervous when the biggest and blackest of the teachers (goons) came
and  sat his ass on my cart; right next to my securely bound head. He called
the  group (he called them 'class') to gather around him.

"Pay attention  class. You all have had your fun and game for the day; but
now it is time to  have your weekly slave class."

Damn, a weekly slave class. How  fucking quaint is this! I guess I'm supposed
to listen and learn also? Fuck him  and the horse he rode in on! Well, I
guess since I can't really go anywhere; I  could listen to the line of bullshit
this fuckhead is teaching these innocent  country kids. It's probably going to
be on how to treat their town's governor or  some shit like that. These kids,
from what I can tell aren't slaves. Sure they  all listen and obey these douche
bags, but they certainly have a mind of their  own. I'm beginning to see why
these Central American countries are so poor and  filled with corruption and
crime. These poor kids would love to go with me to  New York, and see what the
real world is all about.  I still can't believe  it, that all these years;
I've known slavery has existed for decades but I never  gave it one second of
thought or consideration. All I knew was that slaves came  from poor, out of the
way places on the earth. Goes to show myself, just how  stupid I really am, I
guess.

"All right then, let's begin. And, I don't want the same two or three boys
answering all of the questions either! Take your time, think through the
question and then raise your hand if you know the  answer"

Now I was REALLY getting concerned. Do you mean to tell me, that this group
of  sweet boys has little to no education? Jesus, he's talking to all of them
like  they are in first grade or something! I'm starting not to like this
teacher at  all! I kept blinking my eyes during my 'painting' and I was beginning
to see a  little more than before, and the numbness in my limbs was subsiding
as well,  which meant that the drugs were apparently wearing off. Just give me
one chance;  one chance is all I need and I'm out of  here.

"Your first question", the teacher began, "What is this that I am sitting
next  to? There was a moment or two of silence before somebody raised their  hand.

"Sir that is a white boy."

"No I'm sorry but your answer is incorrect", replied the  teacher.

Another hand rose from the group, "Sir that is an American boy who wants to
be  like  us."

"Well, that is a partially correct answer", came the teacher's reply. "This
(patting my bald head) is a boy who NEEDS to become a slave. Regardless of his
 skin color he needs to become the finest slave the school has ever turned
out.  Yes he is from America, where things are so different from the real
world."

"Sir, excuse me Sir, but how come, why, can Sir explain the difference
between  them and us boys, Sir?" came a squeaky voice from the group of  'student's.

"Well, to begin with; there are so many differences between you fine boys and
 the American boys. First I suppose is just the fact that just as soon as
they  are born from their mother's sperm canal, they are instantly wrapped in a
cloth  diaper. From just that one instant in their lives, they are doomed to
wear  clothing over their bodies. You see, not just Americans but the majority
of the  outside world thinks that a male body is ugly and hurries to cover it
up. The  only time, in public, that they are barely clad is in the water. Even
then the  American boys wear those long ugly shorts. They don't even have the
decency to  go properly naked in the water, like you  boys.

The next major difference between you boys and others is that those males in
the  outside world seem to think that laying with a woman is quite the proper
thing  to do. As you all know, a man isn't supposed to lay with a woman.

You all have seen the older boys react to different things and you've seen
their  sperm shafts spit forth the sperm which the doctor uses to make babies
amongst  the fertile women. Which I might add is the only 'proper' way for men
to help a  woman come forth with a newborn boy.

In the outside world, they can do some pretty nasty things to each other;
where  here in our town and at our school, we treat everybody with respect and
love.  All of you have seen, and helped over the years to help the newly arrived
males  at school, feel comfortable around others like  you.

Much like your contest today, you've shown the new male that you just want to
 have some fun, and get to know him  better.

And you all know by now, or you SHOULD know by now that a boy like this is
hairless, why is  that?"

The throng of boys fell deadly silent, and I could sense the teacher getting
impatient waiting for an answer. Finally, apparently an older boy raised his
hand and was promptly  recognized.

"Sir, the new boy there has to keep his body free of hair because at school
he  is learning to live properly, as if it was his first day of  life,Sir".

"Excellent boy, right on the mark. You've learned well over the years, and
I'm  glad that you finally had one correct  answer."

Did I just hear right? His first correct answer, EVER? Holy fuck, what do
they  teach these kids  anyway!

"I might just add to your answer that another reason he is without male hair
is  that his new master desires him to have none.  Furthermore, besides
beginning his life all over again, the 'boy' here needs to learn that you boys  are
much wiser and smarter than he is. And, until such time that 'boy' learns
and accepts you as being of a higher standard he shall remain smooth like the
newborn infant he  is."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I began wondering what Jordan was
thinking, and how he was reacting to all of this  bullshit.

"Now then let's resume the lesson for today." Started the teacher, "What is
the  proper name of this item I'm holding in my  hand?"

Four boys answered his question; each answer was wrong. "This, squeezing my
cock, is nothing more than a THING!  You have dicks and sperm shafts, men
like myself have cocks; but a sex slave only has, this THING between his legs.
It is totally useless, except to piss  from!"

It took forever, for the boys to give wrong answer, after wrong answer; when
they were asked the proper name for my nuts. Even I had the wrong answer, and
we  all know that we American boys call our nuts dozens of different names.
But, as  my luck would have it, I too learned that my nuts are really nothing
more than  'pleasure balls'. I knew what question was next, and I could hardly
believe my  ears, when the boys started giving their answers; trying in
earnest to give the  teacher the proper name for my rectum.

"You boys have some funny ideas about what to call it; and I guess you all
think  it's rather funny that none of you got the question right, AGAIN!  If the
 question is ever asked again, just remember that it is called simply 'the
tunnel'.

Just in case you haven't heard, the founder of the school and this town will
be  arriving late tomorrow afternoon. He will be with us three days. I am
certain  that he will visit each and every one of you. Do not, I repeat DO NOT
answer any  question wrong, should you be asked one. So you'll need to get
together later on  and go over the questions, go over the names of a slave's body
and go over the  names of parts on your own body.  Go over how the older boys
help to make  new baby boys. And for those of you who still have your 'town law
book', I'd  suggest that you go over each page and try and remember what each
picture means.  If you get stuck, just ask any other boy who has a book, to
help  you.

Now then, one last question, and then we can get on with our other part of
class. Does anyone know why the slave pulling this cart has that big ring
behind  his thing, right in front of his  tunnel?"

No one could even fathom a guess. Not one single soul. So I guess that I
wasn't  the only one who could answer the  question.

"I didn't think so. Well, let me simply say that when you see a slave with
such  a ring, it is a good bet that the slave will soon have the doctor removing
his  'pleasure balls'.  When a boy gets ringed like that it means only one
thing  and that is ... he has done something to bring sadness to his owner or
master. In  this case, the cart slave was not very honest and trustworthy. He
stole his  owner's faith in him that he was a good slave. And all of you know how
much is  placed on honesty and  trust."

They are planning on nutting Jordan? That can't be... it just can't. He didn't
do  anything other than sneak out two small emails for me. I'll just have to
plead  my case with my father. I'd do just about anything to keep Jordan's
balls  intact.

"So just remember, when some of you boys get promoted to slave, always do
what  your master asks of you. He will love you dearly and treat you with
respect; so  you must also trust him and believe in him. He would never do anything
to bring  pain and suffering into your life, unless that is something that you
feel you  need, want or desire. So, on with part two of today's  class."

He no sooner finished speaking, and he was releasing my head from the wooden
cross that I'd been stuck in for hours. The two pieces of wood were taken off
of  the platform and the teacher faced the group and said, "Now line up boys,
line  up according to dick size. The smaller dicks up front and the bigger
dicks in  the back of the  line."

As the boys were lining up facing towards me, I continued to crane my head
and  neck around, trying to get some movement back into those particular
muscles; as  well as lifting one arm at a time off of the platform vigorously shaking
it to  get some of the blood circulating again. That didn't last too  long.

>From behind me, another teacher quickly clipped my iron wrist cuffs down to
the  cart. At least I could still move my head and neck; with just a bit more
sight  returning. I was sort of hoping that by me moving my arms around wasn't
going to  alert the teachers that my physical capabilities were slowly
returning.

I tried to watch as the teacher went down the line, making sure that all the
boys had lined up according to their dick length. He made one or two changes
from what I could see; but apparently these boys at least knew how to
determine  such a simply thing as  'size'.

"Okay boys, some of you may remember last year when we first began this next
lesson. Remember to welcome the new 'boy' properly. Don't forget to stand
still  while you are giving him your present. For each boy that properly welcomes
him  and gives him the present, that boy will be allowed two minutes to
acquaint  himself more with the new  'boy'."

In a flash, a young boy jumped onto the first of the three steps; taking hold
of  my head and moving it to bring my lips in direct contact with his lips.
He  tried his best to get his tongue into my mouth, but failed miserably.
After  pulling away, he told the teacher that 'he doesn't like me,  Sir'.

A rush of air was heard, finishing with a large leather strop making its mark
on  my butt. I could almost scream and have them hear it, but only a loud
sound came  out of my mouth. "Try again, I think that the 'boy' didn't know what
you were  doing."

So, the young boy pressed our lips together, and I could feel his tongue
poking  at my lips. Out of the corner of my left eye, I could plainly see the
teacher  with his hand on the handle of his  prod.

I opened my mouth ever so slightly and the boys tongue slithered in like a
snake. I had been so disgusted by this situation, that I'd not noticed that the
 young boy had actually used his tongue to lift my snout ring out of the way
before he impaled my  mouth.

His youthful tongue swept the confines of my mouth. I could begin to feel him
 exchanging his saliva, laying it on my tongue. For some reason, strange to
me, I  noticed that even though this boy was young, he had incredible knowledge
on how  to kiss properly. I suppose they all ran around the town kissing each
other just  for practice; surely they didn't do it because the loved
somebody. His kissing  seemed relentless; that is until I figured out that he was
expecting me to  reciprocate.

I managed to move my tongue, making contact with the underside of his tongue.
He  used both of his hands and held my head even tighter than I'd been used
to. I  thought of the last time I kissed a girl like this, and it was awesome.
I kept  thinking about her as we both, the boy and myself, continued kissing.
I think  perhaps my body went into overdrive, thinking of her; and I'd have
held this boy  tightly around his waist had my arms been free to do so. His
innocence was  captivating. His desire to learn and to obey was commendable. His
need to show  me that I had no need to fear him or the others was admirable.

Soon, the boy's head pulled away, as he released his hold on my head. I could
 see that he was smiling, apparently glad that I'd returned his  kiss.

He took one quick glance over towards the teacher, getting a nod; then the
lad  took two more steps up and his crotch was now level with my face. He
scooted his  small feet slowly towards my face; and I began to smell that
unmistakable  fragrance of maleness. I couldn't get over how sweet and enticing it  was.

With my eyes wide open, and still improving, I could see his hairless dick
and  balls. I can't even remember when I'd had such a small 'thing'. It was cute
 though and it looked so smooth; just like the rest of his torso. He stopped
the  second his dick came into contact with my  lips.

Now I know what some of my friends said, about how young they were when they
got  their first erection and the first time they popped their nut; but this
kid was  still to young for sure.


I saw the prod once more, and could visualize the teacher behind me ready and
 wanting to strike me again with his leather strop. I slowly opened my mouth,
not  wanting to think about doing what I was sure they wanted me to  do.

The boy slowly inched his tiny dick into my mouth and placed his hands on the
 back of my head.  His dick was so small that it didn't even come close to
touching my tongue piercing. He didn't move and I sure as hell didn't suck. He
stood rock solid still, the whole group now silent; as if they were anxiously
 awaiting something spectacular to  happen.

"Now any time that your ready, go ahead and give him your present", the
teacher  said in a less authoritative tone of  voice.

The both of us seemed to be frozen in time. I was getting overwhelmed by his
body fragrance. I almost could see how and why gay men enjoyed each others
closeness.

The young boy, twitched. A moment later he was spraying the inside of my
mouth  with hot, salty piss. The more his flow increased the more pressure he was
applying to the back of my head. If I didn't swallow the urine, I'd probably
drown or suffocate. Taking a bit of air into my nose, I began to gulp it down
as  if it was foul tasting medicine like mom gave me when I was a little
tike. We  stayed this way for about a minute, before the young boy gentle withdrew
his  dick.  Like before he was grinning from ear to ear.  "Welcome to our
town and your new school", he said rather  sheepishly.

"Well done there young man, well done!", exclaimed the teacher. "That was
absolutely  beautiful."

"Sir, thank you Sir", the boy replied still smiling, as the teacher gave him
a  big hug and lifted him off of the platform.

"Now then, young man, you get two minutes to explore the new 'boy' and to
decorate him if you so choose."

The teacher set a small, well not that small, wooden box on the platform and
I  could see what looked like miniature clothespins; but these all shined in
the  sunlight. I had guessed that they were some type of metal  clothespins.

The teacher reached into the box and handed the boy five of them and the kid
ran  around to the back of the platform and jumped right up onto it. The next
thing I  felt were his hands, very soft hands, gliding over my legs and back;
down my  arms and up into my armpits. He actually twisted around and lay on
his back,  looking up at my chest and abdomen. I could feel his softness, which
nearly got  me to thinking of my last girlfriend. His small fingers began to
stroke the  naked skin in between the two piercing rods I got last night. He
was told his  time was nearing the end, so he attached all five of those nasty
and painful  clips to what flesh he could gather up on my 'thing'. Geez that
hurt like a son  of a bitch! It hurts me right now just thinking about it.

He slid out from under me, and off the platform; just as the next boy was
approaching my face with his  face.

With each of the boys, it was the same. I suppose I'd kissed and swallowed
six  or seven of them, before I got up to the thirteen and fourteen year olds.

There felt like all the skin on my thing, was covered in steel clothespins
and  one or two were now dangling from each of my armpits. The pain was becoming
more  and more unbearable; but the boys kept coming and coming.

The older they got, the more force they used when they kissed me. It wasn't
even  a pleasant experience. Now why did they have to feel as if they had to
control  me and force me to take their tongue into my mouth? The older the boys
got, the  more aromatic the fragrance of their manhood. Each boy also seemed
to be  depositing more piss into my mouth than the previous one did.

The first time I felt a boys pubic hair on my face, was rather a startling
event. I hadn't realized that his dick was fully into my mouth; with the head
of  his cock, just over the top of the roller ball tongue piercing. I was, for
the  first time in my life, hoping that he wouldn't piss in my mouth. All I
wanted to  do was to remain perfectly still, soaking up the essence of his body.
I didn't  even feel bad about what my brain was now telling  me.

Two more boys later and I didn't have the opportunity to enjoy the moment.
This  kid was, I'd say fifteen or sixteen, and he apparently had done this more
than  the one time  before.

He didn't wait until his dick head was passed my lips. He forcefully pulled
my  head onto his dick until it was embedded completely inside my mouth and
partially down my throat. I struggled with my breathing, until I nearly passed
out; yet, the boy never let go of my head. Just the fact that some of his dark
 pubic hair was covering my nasal passage way, was enough to frighten the
piss  out of me. My bladder gave way and all of the piss collected inside of me
came  flowing out like a bursting dam. It sprayed every fucking which way and
the odor  was beyond  belief.

The instant he began to piss, my instinct to survive kicked in and I sucked
all  the air I possibly could in through my nose. The boy hadn't left to much
air  space between my nose and his body, which seemed to create another
situation  altogether, but my first concern, was to swallow all of his  urine.

It seemed to go on forever, but the entire group of boys kissed me, pissed in
 me, covered me with steel clothespins and 'welcomed' me into the school and
the  town. I didn't want to dwell on the disgusting act of being forced to
drink all  that stinking piss or the pain from the 'decorations'. I knelt there
drenched in  sweat, sore and extremely exhausted; replaying in my mind, each
and every boy,  and how each one of them, had strangely, excited my senses for
one reason or  another.

I must have been in a 'fog', as I hadn't seen the commotion going on directly
in  front of me. The boys were given permission to 'play' with Jordan; under
the  watchful eyes of the instructors. They seemed to have an agenda; which
wasn't a  very nice one. They called him some pretty nasty names, stemming from;
I  suppose, what the teacher had told them all earlier about him 'stealing'
from  his owner or master.  Jordan was a brave soul. He never uttered one word,
 not one sound of pain or discomfort; as his balls were slapped, his new
nipple  rings pulled on, his dick whipped with tiny branches. They even spat in
his face  and  mouth.

Thankfully the demoralization which Jordan was faced with, didn't last long.
He  was ordered to start the uphill trip back to the school. It wasn't going
to be  an easy time for Jordan, as the incline was rather noticeable. I knelt
there,  chained down; able only to stare ahead at Jordan's body as it toiled
and sweated  under the weight of his cargo. I knew my mind was playing games on
me, when;  several times during the journey I could have sworn that I smelt
Jordan's body.  His legs, well muscled; his butt firm and very cute, as were the
muscles in his  back. The last bit of sunlight reflected off of the large
ring dangling between  his legs. I could see his 'tunnel' from time to time,
almost inviting me to  smell it or kiss it.

All we needed to do now was make it back up to the school, get cleaned up and
 eat and then get some rest. I'd make it up to Jordan tonight, if the
opportunity  presents itself, and if he wants me too.

Again, my wishful thinking got in the way of reality...

to be continued

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