Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2006 09:55:13 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 27

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SAIL AWAY CHAPTER  TWENTY  SEVEN

While the two men, my Masters, conversed about me, their newly acquired
slave;         it gave me a few moments  to think and to realize what had just
happened. The warm euphoric sensation I  had gotten before, had faded and now all
that was left to comprehend was the  terrible aching in my tunnel. I
continued to feel the tingling and burning  sensation as ass slime, grease and the
Maters' manseed began to flow from my  ass. I guess that I should have been
thankful that there were only two cocks for  my tunnel to have; which was more than
any 'man' my age should ever have to deal  with. With the only exception
being the strange feeling which had over come the  pain, the whole ordeal was more
than humiliating; it was  degrading!

I guess that a weaker gay guy would have enjoyed it, but this certainly
wasn't  something that I was going to accept anytime soon. Perhaps that's why Alan
likes  to fuck instead of getting  fucked.

I had expected them to release me and allow me to return to my cell; but as
it  were, they had other plans for me. I heard them talking about the addition
of  the one ring, my butt plug and even getting me  branded.

One of the men, came up behind me, and quickly and efficiently wiped my
tunnel  entrance clean. The other man, without reservations, shoved a much larger
butt  plug into my tunnel; much larger than the original one which was still
implanted  in my mouth. I groaned and tried to trash about, as he methodically
pushed it  completely in. The larger plug only helped to intensify the burning
sensation in  my  ass.

The words they were now speaking seemed to be muffled, yet I knew that they
were  still standing at the entrance to my tunnel. I felt the finger again,
pushing  against my body, where it had once been already. It moved two or three
times,  before coming back to the original spot. I heard the door open and
close, and  the room fell silent; but somehow I still knew that at least one of
the men were  still in here with  me.

I could tell that two hands removing the heavy weights from my nipples. God,
it  was such a relief to have the weight gone. I couldn't see, but I knew that
my  skin had been stretched which, in the end, would be extending what was
once my  two cute manly nipples. Now, I don't know why I was surprised; but the
two  nipple weights ended up being added to my already painfully abused
'pleasure  balls'. My chest began heaving, and I was doing everything I could, to
get air  flowing in and out of my nose. The pain was excruciating and I thought
that any  second I was going to pass out. The man knew exactly what he'd just
done; as I  heard him emit one of those, 'hehe' giggles at the same time he
began to cause  all of the weights to swing forward and backward between my
bound, spread  legs.

Once he'd gotten all of them swinging in unison, he began to rub my butt
cheeks,  as if he was making love to them. A couple of times he even kneaded my
flesh, as  if he were playing in bread dough. Granted I don't have much excess
on my butt  cheeks, but the man was grabbing all he could and just amusing
himself by  squeezing  them.

By now, he'd already kept himself busy with my butt and the weights; paying
no  attention to any of my needs, which were fast becoming important. Not only
was I  finding myself in need to relieve my bladder but my nose was a running
river of  snot from all of the crying and pain I'd been going through. I knew
better than  to get myself all worked up over something I had no control over;
but the need  to urinate was fast approaching the critical  stage.

The man, my Master, had been toying with my butt plug for several minutes,
causing my anal muscles to react to his playtime. I guess he was finding it
rather nice to twist the plug around in circles, while watching my tunnel trying
 to maintain control over the latex  plug.

Through my agony, I heard the door open once again. I knew by the loud voice
that the doctor and my second master had entered. The three males discussed
the  section of my body which they'd previously had been poking. I heard the
doctor  tell them both, that it wasn't a problem to do 'it', but that I'd be
better off  afterwards if they left me attached to this contraption; I think the
doctor  called it a 'fucking  horse'.

The doctor left but returned in less than a minute; wheeling in some type of
metal cart. I hadn't heard the footsteps belonging to my father; but he too
had  returned to the  room.

All four men began conversing about various aspects of my current training
and  areas they felt needed improving or either some new lessons in some areas
not  yet being  taught.

I was elated, to hear one of my masters tell the doctor and my father that
they  plan on 'shipping' me back to their own residence when they leave
tomorrow. At  least I wouldn't be subjected to any more brutal attacks by my fellow
slaves and  it was a reprieve from having to go into town and be exposed to more
degrading  situations.

>From the way my two Masters were speaking, I could tell that I'd be receiving
 'specialized education' in areas which would bring a tremendous amount of
pleasure to them, not to mention pride. Hopefully, whatever types of training
they were speaking about wouldn't need to be taught while they had me exposed
to  curious minds and contemptuous  eyes.

I couldn't make out what some of the words they used meant, but perhaps that
was  what just might make me continue to feel good about getting out of this
country  and going to who knows where. If I understood everything they'd said,
then I  might have a different view on my new Masters; but I don't think I'll
ever get  used to the term "the slave's  owners'.

Soon the conversation turned more about what the doctor was preparing to do
and  other than my father, nobody seemed to be saying much of anything. What
could  the average man like so much about another man's butt and tunnel that he
would  always have to be rubbing on it, not to mention fucking  it.

I felt two small needle stabs; one directly into my butt and the other one
rather close to my balls. At first it was cold, and then came a terrific
burning  sensation; before everything around my balls and ass went numb.

I did my best, to listen now; as the doctor began talking. He said things
like  'heat', 'cauterize', 'less blood', 'less healing time', 'less opportunity
for  infections'. With terms like that, I thought I was going to get my nuts
removed.  I began to cry the silent cry, yet with real tears. I couldn't fathom
the idea  that my own father would allow anyone to neuter his one and only
son.

The doctor began showing my two Masters, something which he'd made several
years  earlier; 'just for such occasions', as he put it. Since I couldn't see
anything,  all I could do was listen; and fear the unknown. My tears were
beginning to soak  the leather covering over my eyes, and there was nothing I could
do to stop the  men from doing whatever they desired to do with me. I couldn't
help but think  how many times over the past week that I didn't have any say,
any choice or any  control of what all these people had done to me and with
me. I say a week, but I  honest couldn't even tell you what day it was as time
seemed to become nothing  of importance to me anymore.

The days of me telling my friends the when and the where; were nothing more
than  a memory now. The days of me getting the 'free ride' at home were gone as
well.  Given my current situation, I couldn't help but to think how things
might have  been different if I had given my dad half a chance at just being my
dad. Could  anything that he said to me after my birthday party be true? I
know that I  always got what I wanted by asking my mom. I know that I never
seemed to please  my father; although I never knew why, but to end up here, like
this?

Soon the doctor was doing something to the skin behind my balls and above my
tunnel. I thought that he might be pinching it, but it didn't hurt. All I
could  tell was that he was there, doing  something.

Hands, four of them; held me even firmer to the 'fucking table'; two hands on
my  shoulders and two hands on my waist, pressing  downward.

I felt a noticeable pinching sensation on my skin, just before I felt the
discomfort of something poking a hole. Seconds later, the smell of burnt flesh
wafted under my nose. More fumbling around with my skin and the doctor
announced  the completion of his  task.

The hands left my body and apparently everyone was assembled at my butt,
looking  at what had just been done to  me.

I could feel something, unknown, touching the most inner parts of my butt
cheeks. It felt smooth and yet it seemed heavy all at the same time. Funny how
medicine has a way of distracting or re-routing brain waves and nerve endings.
I  didn't know what had been done to me, but I could only assume that I still
had  my 'pleasure  balls'.

"Well it sure looks nice", my father commented. "At least when you fuck your
slave or dildo his ass it will fit through the hole  nicely".

"Quite right", said one of my Masters (I think it was my Uncle), "And should
we  desire to fist his tunnel all we have to do is flip it out of the  way".

Okay, I'm not the brightest bulb in the house, but did he just say  'fist'?

Before anything else was said, or should I say... nothing else was said; and I
was  left all alone in the room, the darkness overtaking my fears and
thoughts. I  don't know how long I lay there, but sleep finally came to my racked and
abused  body. I had no idea of knowing just how long I was left in this
position, but  what ever length of time it was, gave my body a good dose of much
needed sleep  and  revitalization.

The room was still dark and cool when I woke up. It gave me the time I needed
to  analyze, once again, the previous day and the days leading up to now. My
thoughts seemed much clearer to me, and the assumptions I came to were
rational  ones.  The only discomfort I was experiencing now was the numbness in my
limbs. The only pain I was feeling was in my 'pleasure balls' and that
fragment  of skin that the doctor had used last  night.

I guess living with my uncle and the other man wouldn't be too bad; well, at
least not as bad as having to live my life here in this forsaken place or
with  my dad. This place was all about pain and suffering and at least with my
new  Masters, I'd probably have a much better chance at getting an explanation
why  all this is happening to me; not to mention the constant thoughts I keep
having  of finding a way out of this and getting back home. Home, where is it
now? It  couldn't be in the same house I'd been living in for nineteen years. I
would  have to find mom and then she would protect me, especially now; since
she has  seen what dad and these evil men have forced upon  me.

But, that feeling I had last night, the good one, when my whole body and soul
 seemed to be floating in ecstasy; will that feeling ever return? I still
can't  even explain it to myself; but I knew that wherever that feeling, that
emotion,  came from; I wouldn't mind if it came  back.

And today, if my memory serves me well, I'm on my fucking way out of here. To
 bad that my dad didn't get one of his wishes; he hadn't had a chance to
stuff  his fatherly manstick up my tunnel.  I suppose that was one battle that I
won; however, for some reason I knew the war wasn't over just  yet.

When the lights finally did come on, the only person who entered was the
doctor.  He seemed to always be the easiest to detect, as he was the only one I
knew here  who shuffled his feet instead of picking them up and setting them
down.

He went immediately to my butt, and whatever it was he was doing caused me to
 yelp, behind my butt plugged  mouth.

The sensation of him moving something around on my body, the feeling of skin
pulling; and the sensation of something thick and heavy, now attached to my
body  seemed all to real.

After releasing whatever it was that he was manipulating, the doctor came
forward and stood at my shoulders to explain what had happened last  night.

I soon learned that he'd install another piercing. He called it a 'guiche'
ring.  It was rather large but he had used his special hole puncher; which not
only  made the hole with surgical precision, but it also closed the skin and
sealed  any leaking blood vessels at the same  time.

Some of the things, of which the doctor began speaking, came as a surprise;
one  which I hadn't expected, least not from anyone here at the  school.

"I've had a little time to spend with your Masters. They appear to be very
genuine in their desires to have you as their property. They seem to me, to be
the type of individuals who treat all of their property with care. You will
not  be their only slave however; as they have two slaves already. They talk
about  their home as if it is a paradise, which if true, will make a nice place
for you  to live out your existence.

I had a good talk with the one Master who is a doctor. He practices family
medicine in the town where you will be living. The other Master has some sort
of  business which he runs directly from his home, and I do believe, as you
must by  now know, that he is your uncle. He too, seems to be a very caring
person.

You will be expected to learn far more things than you've experienced here.
They  expect that some of the training will take time and they are patient
people; so  you've got nothing to fear if you don't perform properly at first.

They do, however, have an extensive array of implements which they will use
on  you, should you knowingly error or simply don't try to do your very best.
>From  what they tell me, they've never failed to get a slave to comply or to
learn.

Now then, I'll need to give you one last, quick, going over later this
morning  before you leave for your new home; but for now I'm going to take the
opportunity to mate with you before they release you from the  horse.

I also need to get a slave in here to clean up the floor, as it seems that
you  have had an accident and there is urine all over the  floor."

I never knew that I had pissed on the floor. Surely, I should have felt that
happening. How embarrassing for another man to have to tell me that I've piss
on  the floor. At least he hadn't said anything about punishing me for my
infraction.

The doctor stepped out briefly, bringing a slave carrying a pail and some
cloths  with him back into the  room.

As the slave was kneeling beneath me, wiping up my piss; the doctor began
unzipping his own shorts and exposing his healthy  cock.

>From what the doctor was saying to the slave, I knew that the slave was also
going to have to keep my butt plug in his mouth; until the doctor had
finished  mating with  me.

When I was first learning about 'sex', the only two words I learned were
'screw'  and 'fuck'; now these people have added a third one, 'mating'. Now, I
wasn't one  to think of it that way, but in all reality that is what happens when
two  species 'hook  up'.

Well, it quickly happened; as the doctor gently removed my butt plug the
entrance to my tunnel felt the cool and refreshing air moving over it. When the
cool air struck the inner regions of my tunnel it was like nirvana. The pain
suddenly disappeared and I once again felt the immediate relief, not to
mention  something that I could only describe as erotic. I don't know what it was,
but  I'll just say, in ignorance, that is was caused by the combination of the
cool  air and my anal muscles working in conjunction; but it was enough to rid
my  thoughts of anything painful or  evil.

I heard the doctor summon the slave, in order that he accepts the slime
covered  plug in his mouth. I would imagine that the slave's jaw muscles had to be
in  fairly good condition if he was to open up wide enough for the big  plug.

Then the doctor spoke to me, which was more than any others, had done." Now
slave, I'm going to show you how wonderful it is to mate. Most males only mate
 in order to achieve an orgasm but I don't follow that particular line of
thinking. I want you to think of something which brings fond memories to life. I
 want you to think of things which bring you happiness and joy. If you do
that  for me, while we are mating, then you too shall see and perhaps feel the
wonderment of two males  mating."

Jesus, what kind of a nut case is he! Happiness, joy, wonderment! When you're
 raping somebody up their ass, it can't be a joyous, happy or wonderful
feeling,  can  it?

I soon felt the head of his cock rubbing itself around the outer region of my
 tunnel, occasionally stopping directly on my entrance. It was a nice
feeling,  even if I say so myself. I wondered why a female would have objected to
such  foreplay. After several minutes of that, his cock began to slowly enter my
tunnel. It stopped every few seconds which allowed me to maintain my
breathing  without feeling any pain. Unlike last evening, which was painful, the
doctor so  far, was being true to his word. I imagine that the doctor was moving
his hips  around, as I could easily feel his rod pushing against the inner
lining of my  intestines. He began to combine both the forward motion and the
circular  pattern, which seemed to intensify my own feelings. It wasn't long before
that  'warmth' flooded into and over me once again.

I wonder if the doctor ever had a 'private place' that he went to. The only
reason why I was thinking this was because there was no conversation, there
was  no moaning or groaning; just the rhythmic actions of his cock. I began to
wonder  if what he'd said earlier was actually true; just about the time he
feed me  another inch of his  cock.

I closed  my already covered eyes; and for a brief moment thought of home,
which didn't  seem to have any effect on my brain. I sure as hell wasn't going
to think about  my dad now, was I. I began to think of Jordan and how much he
means to me. I  tried to think of the few times where I actually had enjoyed
having him beside  me and the intimate time we had on the bed. Well to me, it
was intimate even  though there was no 'mating' going  on.

My thoughts, for some reason, didn't seem to concur with the action going on
up  my tunnel. I continued to think of Jordan, wondering the big 'WHAT IF'.
What if  I was gay and could I ever fall for somebody like Jordan. Let's face
it, Jordan  likes to be the 'fucker', not the 'fuckee' and besides all of that;
he has a bit  of a 'wild side' which he has rightfully displayed.  I even
began to think  about fucking Jordan. However, I couldn't seem to feel the
pleasure and joy of  sticking my thing up a  butt.

I opened my eyes, to find myself feeling the full force of the doctor's cock.
It  didn't seem to be hurting me, but my tunnel sure did feel full. I only
wished  that I was in a different position where I could have at least seen the
men who  were fucking me.

I closed my eyes again, at the same time my skin came in contact with the
doctor's pubic hairs. I knew that he had me fully impaled on his manhood.

Alan, I thought; let me think of Alan and see what happens. At least I wasn't
 going to think about the last piece of pussy I had gotten, which was only a
fuck  and nothing more; and it wasn't all that good either seeing how the girl
was the  cumdump for a lot of the boys from  school.

I began to see Alan at my birthday party. How he stood out amongst all the
rest  of my invited guest. I can even see his daringly beautiful six pack abs. I
can  see his cute little butt, hidden behind those yellow Speedos he is
wearing. His  entire body full of muscles, proportioned to match his height and
frame. I can  even see his hands and feet, all well manicured and not showing any
signs of  physical labor. His long, hairless, legs; which always seemed be
his best asset  when competing on the swim team at school. His hair had always
been the envy of  many boys like me. A beautiful, natural blonde; with every
hair, in its proper  place was something which a lot of us didn't pay much
attention to, unless we  were out to 'shag' some  girl.

His sparkling smile is something to behold. He has the best set of natural
teeth; you'd have thought that they came from a  store.

His eyes sparkled like a crystal clear blue swimming pool under the light of
a  full moon. It was easy to see how he could create such a following of
attractive  gay  friends.

I combined all of my thoughts for one complete second of time. Then I saw him
 naked with his neatly trimmed pubic hair and smooth cock shaft. His butt had
the  tiniest of tanlines, which offset the rest of his Greek God like
appearance.

I began to think of him 'mating' with me. I could first see his cock begin to
 swell as blood rushed into it. I felt it enter my tunnel with as much care
and  love as one could ever imagine. As he slowly impaled me on his manhood, I
began  to moan; not wanting, nor desiring this moment to end. His hips, moving
forward  and backwards, massaging my inner self; as his hands roamed my soft
skin gently  caressing my entire  soul.

As he began to unleash his seed, it seemed as if I could feel every single
droplet and string of it. Endless perhaps, but his sperm just kept coming and
coming.

Finally spent, Alan leaned over and onto my back; exhausted from the ritual.
I  could feel his chest rise and fall, as both of us had sweat forming on our
bodies.

Not only could I hear his breathing but I felt it as well; as we lay there
together as  one.

"Thank you", were the words spoken into my ear. I opened my eyes and Alan had
 gone.

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