Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2006 13:57:45 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 34

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Sail Away Chapter  Thirty  Four


I can't describe the pain, as Master began rubbing his hands all over my
freshly marked butt. It was while He was massaging the skin, that I was to
learn that he'd just used a cane on my flesh.

Thankful that Masters' touch didn't last too long, I was apparently not to
be allowed to ponder my fate. I think Master must have been speaking to the
cameraman, just for the simple fact that He wasn't directing any comments
at me.

The change, once again, in the lighting alerted me that something new was
about  to be captured on tape. The next thing I felt was Masters' hands on my
thing and  pleasure balls. His gentleness this time didn't faze me; as I was
becoming aware  just how fast his mode of operation can  change.

Master began wrapping something very course about the base of my thing and
balls. I heard him speaking, for the video that 'this natural hemp would
create a constant reminder to the slave as to just who his Master is.'

After making several turns of the rope around the base of my genitals, he
began to wrap the stretched skin of my scrotum.  The tiny fibers of the
rope dug into my flesh and it became apparent that every time I thought of
the discomfort, that it was going to remind me of my uncle. Masters' hand
began to work quickly and harsh; as my balls were pulled even further
down. I could tell just by the amount of distress my balls were in that
they were now even further down into my sac than ever before.

The rope binding was completed, once Master had wrapped each of my balls
separately; just like when he had them bound in the steel contraption.
"Good to see the slaves' pleasure balls have grown accustomed to being
stretched and separated. By tomorrow we should be able to reposition them
so that they both rest comfortably on the very top of his thing. I think
that they'll look so prominent, not to mention cute, once I've got them
tied to the top."

I continued to just lay on the "fuck bench" for some time while Master and
everyone else seemed to occupy their time with Jordan. I just knew by the
sound, that Jordan was getting fucked; fucked hard by the butler and more
than likely my Master, while all of it was being captured on film for
another one of my uncles' porno movies.

I knew that they were done having fun with Jordan, when I first heard
Master rummaging around in one of the cabinets behind me. I wasn't sure
what was happening to me, but I knew it wasn't going to be good OR fun. I
felt two different sensations all at the same time. One of them was the
feeling of something wet and slippery at the opening of my thing; while the
other feeling was that of something firm beginning to snake its' way into
my piss slit. It didn't hurt at all, and I have to admit that it felt
rather sensual, in a sexy sort of way. I could feel whatever it was,
worming even further up my thing, but still not even the first hint of
discomfort.

After about a minute, I found out exactly what it was that Master had
inserted.  My thing started to tingle, from the inside out; from the base of my cock
right  down to the piss opening. At first it felt like I wanted to laugh, just
from the  tingling; but soon the tingle turned into a light jolt, which soon
began to  arrive quicker and  harder.

"Now slave let me ask you again; do you wish to be fucked?" Master said in an
 ominous tone of voice; as if he was expecting a  'no'.

"Master, no Master," was my initial reply. The current in my thing became
more  painful and more frequent as Master asked me the same question, over and
over  again; and each time I answered  'no'.

As if getting my thing fried from the inside out wasn't enough, I heard the
swish which I now recognized as the first sign of hell unleashing on my ass.
Electrical torture and a leather paddle were now turning me into a quivering
mass of human flesh. Thankfully I passed out from all of the  abuse.

Current passing through each of my balls brought me back to civilization, in
the  worst of ways. I began to cry, beg and plead for mercy; all to no avail.
"Slave,  do you wish to get fucked now?" Yelled Master, in a way in which I'd
never  heard. I knew I should have said 'yes', but my brain said  'no'.

I knew I couldn't withstand much more pain. I knew that getting fucked wasn't
to  mean the end of the world, but what ever last bit of worldly freedom was
still  affixed in my thought process, kept saying over and over again,  'no'.

I heard a sharp cracking sound, akin to a small firecracker going off. Right
after I heard the third 'crack', the back of my legs began to be pelted by
the  stinging ends of a heavy leather whip. Combined with the electrical current
 continuously passing through my genital region I was beginning to wish I was
 dead. Why, just why my mouth and brain couldn't work in conjunction with
each  other and just say  'YES'!

My legs took at least twelve to fifteen strikes of the whip; which a few of
them  came ever so close to making contact with the 'pleasure balls' and thing.
I was  elated when Master tossed the whip onto the floor, directly beneath my
head,  which allowed me to see the instrument of pain. "Again slave, tell
your Master  how much you want, need and desire to be  fucked."

After clearing my throat of mucus and saliva, I began to answer Masters'
question, knowing that one way or another that my time in hell had only just
begun. The last bastion of my life, my soul was going to change from this moment
on.

"MASTER," I yelled, "Master please fuck me Master. This slave wants to be
fucked  Master."

"Ah my little slave, it is so good to see that you are learning to accept
your  new world; however, I feel as if your answer is somewhat lacking in
honesty."  Master replied with a bit of sarcasm in his voice. "Just this once, take a
 moment to be honest with yourself. Think about your answer for a minute and
then  tell Master what it is that you honestly  'want'."

I got my breathing back under control, along with my snot running nose; while
I  pondered what Master had just  said.

"Master, this slave needs to be fucked Master. This slave wants to be fucked
Master and this slave desires to be fucked Master. This slave is here to
bring  pleasure and pride to its' Master and not itself, Master." There I finally
said  it. It was a huge relief to me, to have been able to spout those words.
I knew  that my uncle wouldn't let permanent harm come to one of his own
relatives, and  that he had also recognized just how much I had enjoyed having my
tunnel  massaged. I could only remember bits and pieces of my biology and
psychology  classes when they taught us that gay is from birth, which might mean
that deep  down inside of me, were those 'gay genes' which my uncle, my Master,
was going  to bring to the surface.

If I am gay, then I guess this is a good place to be. At least here, none of
my  friends would even know or suspect that I'm gay; which will be a blessing
once  Master and dad return me to  civilization.

Man oh man, if I thought my life was confusing before, then I sure was in
fact  going through a 'rebirth' process  now.

"Now then 'boy', I'm going to pull the electrode out of your thing, and I
need  you to hold your piss until it is completely out. All slaves need to piss
after  such electrical stimulation, so we'll hold a jug underneath you and tell
you  when to piss. You should know that by now anyway. A slave doesn't do
anything at  all, unless he or she has  permission."


When Master began to extract the electrode, it felt as if a turd was coming
out  of my thing. The insides of my thing seemed to want to grasp and hold on
to the  electrode as it was being pulled out ever so slowly. The removal of the
 electrode, gave life to the nerve endings in my legs, as they began to
revitalize the pain from the  whipping.

It was less than a minute before I was given permission to piss, which didn't
 come none to soon. I knew that the jug wasn't touching my thing, but it
still  didn't sound like my pee was going in. The sound, in the silence of the
cottage,  finally told me otherwise. Master and the butler had positioned Jordan
beneath  me, his open mouth directly under my thing; doing his ultimate best
to catch the  steady stream of piss. The 'problem' with that is, that the
bottom hole of a  Prince Albert always sprays piss as well; which meant that
Jordans' body was  getting a portion of every ounce of urine that was flooding out
of my thing.

After  pissing I was again left, momentarily, while Master busied himself
with  something else in one of the cabinets. I could now see Jordans' face; as
they  had commanded him to lie on his back directly beneath my bound torso. He
looked  so content, for a slave, who'd just gotten his belly filled with my
urine. I  couldn't help but wonder if I had made the right decision, telling
Master I was  ready to get fucked again. I knew that a guy like Jordan loves it,
and he had  always tried to tell me that I'd love it too, eventually. I was
finally  beginning to actually believe that I was gay. No straight guy would have
gotten  a stiff cock and spunked his cream all over the place. I couldn't
help but to  think that one of these days I'd be swallowing piss just like Jordan
and for  some weird reason, it didn't seem to upset me. If I'm gay, would dad
and mom  find out as well? Would dad let his gay son, help run his
businesses? Just  because dad used me like he uses all of the slaves and boys at school,
doesnâ^À^Ùt'  mean that he thinks I'm gay, or does it. Only time and training
will  tell.

I felt the now familiar sensation of lubricant, being applied liberally onto
and  into my tunnel. Masters' finger even managed to hit the right spot, once
or  twice. The tip of Masters' cock touched my skin at the same time his two
hands  pressed on my butt, sending reminders to me of my recent whipping.
Master eased  his cock into me, ever so slowly. It was as if he wasn't trying to
cause any  harm or pain, as inch by inch he entered me. I was thankful, in a
way, that  Jordan was still lying beneath me; at least we could see each other as
I was  being fucked.

>From the expressions on my face, Jordan must have known that my threshold of
pain had been met. He gave me a faint smile and his eyes seemed to 'twinkle'
as  the last of Masters' cock was eased into my  body.

After a short pause, Master began a slow and cadenced fucking. I couldn't
bare  to keep looking at Jordans' smile; as it appeared that Jordan was really
enjoying this more than I was. I closed my eyes, oblivious to the constant
thrust of Masters' cock and Jordans' grin; and finally got myself back into my
'private  space.'

Not knowing how long Master had been working his cock back and forth, I began
to  notice that special warmth cascading over my body. The feelings were so
strong  that all I could now think about was Alan, my friend; my gay  friend.

A grunt and groan coming from my Master, told me that the obvious was
happening  and shortly there after I could feel his cock begin to shrink and retract
itself  from my tunnel. Only seconds lapsed before the next cock was working
itself into  me. This time there was no momentary pause, nor was there the
gradual insertion.  The cock slid in, in one steady movement and I could feel the
mans' balls  slapping against my tender butt. I could only assume that it was
the butler  fucking me; as the camera guy was speaking softly behind me;
presumably to my  Master.

"Fuck yeah, oh man; take my baby makers you slave bitch," came the vile
words;  and I then knew it was the  butler.

As the butler removed his cock, he took the liberty of giving both of my ass
cheeks a hard and firm slap; which caused me to break my silence. In a state
of  fear, I quickly apologized to Master for my outburst; praying that I might
not  get another punishment  lesson.

Master didn't say anything to me, one way or the other about my outburst.
Instead he quietly and politely asked the young stud camera guy if he had ever
fucked a slave before, to which the man said  'no'.

The rustle of clothing told me that the man was stripping off his
possessions,  and preparing to mount my ass. I knew, from seeing his cock piss onto me
earlier, that it was mammoth, to say the least. I heard Master tell him to
amply  lube it and before I could say Jack-O-Lantern, the studs cock was savagely
raping my body. It was a relentless attack, with each forward thrust allowing
 his nuts to slap against my body. Thankfully, he must have been all horny
prior  to fucking me, because his attempt to prove himself a better human than
me,  didn't last more than ten minutes. The typical words you'd expect from a
low  budget porn flick came bursting from his lips, none of which seemed to be
directed towards me; thank  goodness.

I could feel my insides churning, as he withdrew; leaving a huge load of
sperm  to be cleaned out later or perhaps just drip out and down my  body.

To my astonishment, Master ordered Jordan out from under the bench and told
him  to eat his 'dessert' before he ate his dinner. It sure sounded quite
strange to  me to hear Master talking about dessert; just moments after the three
males had  fucked me. But I soon found out what Jordans' dessert was comprised
of. Hands  began to spread my butt cheeks and then a tongue flickered at the
opening to my  tunnel. Jordan was going to eat the cum and slime juices from my
ass,  YIKES!

It didn't take long before Jordan really got 'involved' with his task; nor
did  it take long for me to realize just how sensual a situation I found myself
in.  Perhaps everything that Jordan was doing now and prior; was Masters' way
of  opening up new horizons for his new slave boy. I could almost understand
why a  man would want his ass licked out, as the feeling of passion flooded my
brain. I  tried not to think about my own feelings; but more along the lines
as to what  Jordan was doing and how he was doing  it.

If I had to someday lick Masters' ass, then I'd best be paying close
attention  to the lesson; and not the so much as to how I, myself, was becoming
aroused.

After Jordan had completed his task, my body was unfastened from the bench
and I  was commanded to kneel. I wanted so much to look around but knew that
such an  action would be followed by a severe punishment  lesson.

The only thing I could see were three pairs of naked legs, belonging to the
three men who had fucked me and left their manseed up my ass. In an instant,
Masters' cock was pressing at my lips. I could see and smell the sperm and ass
 slime that still remained from my ass. I was at a loss, which apparently
there  was no way to refuse this next  lesson.

I opened my mouth and I was feed the limp cock, to suck and lick clean.
Thankfully I could get the majority of the soft cock in my mouth without to much
trouble and I concentrated on the task at hand. Masters' cock never did erect
in  my mouth, for which I am eternally grateful. The butlers' cock was no
different  than my Masters cock. The camera stud was the only one whose cock
seemed to have  a mind of its own. I had hardly begun to suck it clean, when I felt
it begin to  stiffen. He was even trying to get more and more of his manstick
into my mouth  and I did everything I had learned, not to allow my gag reflex
to kick in.

In my deep concentration, I didn't hear the stud asking permission to face
fuck  me. Obviously my Master didn't have any reason to deny the young stud, so
he  took a firm grip on each of my ears and proceeded to fuck my  face.

By the time stud boy pumped a small load of manseed into my throat, my mouth
and  lips were really dry and sore. It was instant relief when he released his
grip  on my ears and extracted his spent  penis.

He was apparently either satisfied with my performance or else he was simply
overwhelmed by his second orgasm; because he verbalized his pleasure to
Master;  who in turn came over and patted my naked head saying, "well done slave,
well  done."

The butler and Master left the cottage, leaving orders for Jordan and me to
shower and douche, before dinner. This meant that Jordan and I could now have
'free time' with which we could both speak openly if we wanted to.

"Don't mind him," Jordan said quietly, as the camera man was relocating his
two  tripods so that he could film the two of us in the shower together. "What
ever  you do, just make believe that the dude ain't even here. Do what we have
to do,  don't look at him or the camera and everything will be just  great."

With the brighter lights in the shower, I could easily see that while I was
getting punished; Jordan had gotten a body shave, which seemed to really make
him look even sexier than I'd seen him before. Perhaps the butler had a
special  technique or razor, but seeing Jordan without any stubble was a real turn
on for  me. Yep, you heard right: Jordan was a hot looking stud slave, body
piercings  and  all.

Since Jordan seemed to be in a talkative mood, I simply decided to keep quiet
 and let him say anything and everything he wanted to.

Since Jordan was soaping himself up, I took it upon myself to do my enema
routine first; then I'd soap up and wash off. All the while Jordan seemed to be
watching my every move, my every  breath.

"So, I guess you liked my tongue bath on your tunnel?" Jordan said
whimsically.  "I hope you paid attention, because you can bet your sweet ass that you'll
be  doing the exact same thing some day real soon; not to mention you will be
 swallowing piss a lot sooner than you'll be eating someone's ass  out."

Now, with my head on the floor, my insides filling with water; all I could do
 was relax and continue to listen to Jordan. It seemed as if, for some
reason, he  was really taking me under his wing and was beginning to show some kind
of  parental control over  me.

"You've got to get your attitude adjusted a hell of a lot more, if you don't
want to keep getting punished. When your Master asks you a question, think of
 the question and the answer, but make sure it is the answer which your
Master  wants to hear; not some lame ass answer like you gave him this afternoon.
Every  slave, especially a sex slave like you, always wants to get fucked, to
suck man  cock, to be your Masters toilet and anything else he wants you to be.
Just don't  say no to him anymore and you should be all  right."

Jordan kept talking, oblivious perhaps that I was squatting over the drain
flushing out my intestines. "You look pretty good though for a newbie boy," he
said in a more youthful tone and with a relaxed attitude. "You at least got
your  shit cleaning duties down pretty good. Just make sure that you always
give  yourself one more filling, AFTER you think that you are already cleaned
out. I  don't want to be eating any of your shit and you sure as hell don't want
me to  be mean and give you a mouthful; when it's your turn to eat me  out.

I tried to tell you all of this on your dad's ship, but you seemed to think
this  was some kind of a game. Now you see that I was telling you the truth and
 nothing more. You saw first hand how they train and treat slaves at your
dads'  school and even how they treat the boys in town. Now, I know you're not
stupid  or nothing, so the sooner you start to figure it all out the better off
you're  going to be. I can't be with you every minute of every day and there
will most  likely be times when you are going to be hurting something terrible
for some  stupid fucking thing you did or  said.

Every word Jordan said seemed to make sense to me and to be honest, very
logical. My last discharge was making way down the drain when Jordan said
something that struck me as odd. "I need you to get on your back and raise  yourself
up on your arms." I looked at him with a puzzled expression, but didn't
hesitate to follow through with what he'd  said.

After I was in that position, my hands resting on the floor and my elbows
locked  in place supporting my upper body; Jordan told me to lean my head all the
way  back and open my mouth as wide as I  could.

As I did this, Jordan was scooting ever closer to my body, and I could
plainly  see his cock and balls come into plain sight. "Now just relax and take this
like  a good boy, a pretty slave boy."  Before I knew what he was even
alluding  to, his thing began to spew hot piss into my mouth and onto my face. "Keep
it  open honey pot, just keep swallowing it as fast as your mouth fills  up."

Piss was splashing my face, as well as hitting the back of my throat. I
swallowed all of the piss that came flying into my mouth, which brought a huge
smile on Jordans'  face.

"Now that's what I call fucking hot," exclaimed the camera stud. "Jesus, I
can't  wait to edit the film. I'm going to be sure that this piss drinking scene
is one  of the major parts of the next video. I can't believe what you two
slaves just  did, without being told by anyone to do it. Fucking hot man, just
fucking  unreal."

I had forgotten about the camera man, until he spoke up. Odd how one gets so
involved in something that nothing else around him seems to be a  distraction.

"My boss sure knew what he was doing when he bought you two perverted fags. I
 can't believe that watching the two of you going on like that is way better
than  the normal fag flicks we make up in the main house. He's going to be
making a  fortune, just from all of the footage he has of the two of  you."

The man began to laugh uncontrollable, as Jordan and I continued on with our
duties. Jordan hosed his tunnel out as I scrubbed myself off. I didn't even
think about getting some fresh water in my mouth to rinse out Jordans' taste.
The shower was a long one, by any standard, but both of us knew that we
couldn't  stay in there all day. We crawled out of the shower and shook off the
excess  water, like a dog after a swim. Looking at one another, unable to hug,
embrace  or kiss, we simply smiled at the other with a silent 'thank you'
expression on  our  faces.

I wasn't too much longer and my Master returned. He then had us crawling
behind  him as he made his way towards the house. Neither one of us was on a
leash,  which seemed odd yet it gave me a sense of being  trusted.

Master came to a halt at what appeared at first to be a hedge row. He reached
 out in front of himself and opened up a white gate and entered. As we
followed,  we too passed through the open gate into what can only be described as a
hidden  paradise.

Not to say that the pool wasn't beautiful in its own right, but the entire
area  surrounding the pool was shear beauty. Shrubs, plants, flowers of all
kinds and  types were exquisitely planted around the whole place. "It must run in
the  family," said my Master; after he apparently noticed my bulging eyes and
open  mouth.

Truly it must run in the family. There were so many familiar plants and
flowers  that my mind went racing back to New York and mom. My emotions went from
an all  time high to a basement low. Tears began to flow, as I silently slipped
into a  sadness that even to this day I can't completely  explain.

We continued to follow my Master, as he strode around the pool. The water was
 pristine and seemed to have a mirror reflection. "One of you 'boys' will
earn  the right to tend to the pool and the surrounding area. Both of you should
strive hard to please the Masters. The one, who doesn't earn the privilege,
will  be found daily working with all of the plantation workers; seven days a
week  working his ass  off.

Master  was now making it some kind of a contest between Jordan and me. What
did we have  to do to 'earn the right'? All I knew was that if it had anything
to do with  being a slave or queer, Jordan would win out over me each and
every  time.

"And I almost forgot; the one who earns the privilege; well, that slave shall
 also have the right to invite a few of his closest friends over from time to
 time to visit, even staying for complete  weekends."

Jesus, did I just hear Master correctly? Who in this world would I ever want
to  come down to visit me here? I would never want any of my friends to see me
like  this. I suppose the only thing to do here, would be to make sure that
Jordan did  everything better than I did. I'm sure that Jordan has gay friends
who  understand his need to be a slave, so he won't hesitate on having them
down for  a weekend.


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