Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 07:11:12 EST From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com Subject: Sail Away Part 40 This story is (C)Copyright 2005, by TM. All World Wide Rights Reserved. This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission. SAIL AWAY CHAPTER FORTY I was not sure what to expect when the large screen came to life; perhaps I was thinking that I'd be watching more instructional videos just like those at school. I can honestly say, now, that the video wasn't actually what I'd call instructional. I instantly recognized most of the 'actors', as being the boys I'd met just the other day. I was pleasantly surprised by the fact of the video not looking anything like the run of the mill video (s) I used to watch over at one of my friends home. This appeared to be a top quality production including the 'stage' it was filmed on. Before I paid any attention to the action on the screen, I concentrated on the room itself. Sure the boys were on a luxurious bed in all degrees of sex; but what I was taken back with was the fact that I could tell that the room was used for more than casual sex. In the distance, I could easily see items hanging on the wall, which for the most part resembled some of the things at school, not to mention that the wall appeared to be covered in some sort of sound deadening material and black at that. I then, only then, began to watch the teens having a gay old time on the bed. Four males all sucking, fucking and kissing, non-stop, and the sound was so refined that I could hear everything including the words spoken and the moaning and groaning. I found myself enthralled with the sexual frenzy. I found it easy, once I'd watched for several minutes, to become enormously captivated by the sex and the naked males. I felt the blood making way past my cinch ring and engorging my thing. If you never got stiff while wearing a heavy steel cinch ring, you don't know what the feeling is really like. I wanted to stroke myself, but I knew that such action would surely be detected, if not seen on some hidden camera, so I endured the frustration and focused all of my attention on the flick. I think one of the things I found interesting was the fact that unlike the cheap productions, where you get to see the 'money shot', you knew that each of the boy's orgasms was happening either in a mouth or up someone's butt. I suppose I can see the why and how of the success of Masters' video sales. Such quality productions and the magnificent stature of the males would make just about any gay male drool. The only dismal moment for me was when I noticed that all of them still had their body hair; and oh how, at times I miss mine. Amazingly, I watched the whole video and wasn't any less a person for watching it. I have to say that the boys seemed genuinely interested in one another, as if they had an attraction for their peers. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, seemed to be staged or rehearsed. I felt tired, now that I'd watched a movie, had eaten twice and the subtle movement of the cool air surrounding me seemed to be bathing me in a comforting blanket. I rearranged myself so that my legs were out straight, my 'equipment' was in no danger of being injured and I found it quite comfortable to lean back against one of the leather chairs in the screening room. I closed my eyes, thinking that I'd get a rest because the screen had gone blank and I could only assume that when Master was ready; he'd come for me or send for me. I instantly began thinking of Jordan and Alan; wondering, the 'what if". What if I actually was gay, you know, like 100 percent queer? What if, Jordan meant what he'd said to me? What if, I went to work at the school (with dad); would I find it a life altering job? What if, I ended up being a slave for the rest of my life? What if, this kid Mark ends up with Jordan as his personal slave or worse yet, ME? I knew now, that I'd been dreaming, or at least thought so, when I heard a familiar voice. I listened for a moment or two, but I couldn't see in my mind who was speaking to me. As the voice continued to speak, I slowly opened my eyes; thinking perhaps that maybe, just maybe, the entire slavery thing is nothing more than a bad dream. The screen was illuminated, but only in the center. As the cloudiness lifted from my eyes, I could finally see who it was that's talking to me. The more my vision cleared the better I could focus. Sitting on a lounge chair, bathing in the darkness of the night was Alan. Now, I'm pissed that I didn't waken sooner; as for now, I had no idea what he'd said already. I couldn't get my eyes off of his smooth bare chest as he spoke. It looked like his body was bathed in a halo of light, with most everything else in the throws of the night; it looked very 'romantic', if that would be a proper descriptive word to use. "I honestly did reply to that email from the guy aboard ship; you must believe me." Alan said, at a point where I began concentrating on words rather than visual effects. "I've also seen the photographs and one of the videos that your mom left with my dad. Jesus, they sure did 'ring' you up; but not to sound mean or nothing, you look great. I want you to know that dad gave his permission for me to make this video and I'm hoping that you will be able to see it. I met your mom and she seems quite nice; and she is really concerned about your ass; no pun intended. And now that everything is unraveling, well, I have to tell you that I've even met your dad; but that was awhile ago. You see, dad and him had a few meetings here way back when dad wanted to start using slaves around the house. I'm pretty sure that on one of those times, he must have figured out that I was gay, unless dad told him. Anyway, that's not why I'm sending you this video. If you really enjoy being a slave, that's great. I still don't know all the particulars that got you where you are today, but I'm getting bits and pieces on a steady basis. You know how it is when your parents talk between themselves; one can't but to hear something you ain't supposed to hear. I haven't said anything to anybody, except my closest friends; and you know who they are, so you're not to worry about your group of buddies finding out that what you look like and what you are doing. I'm sure your dad wouldn't have done all this to you, unless he had a bigger plan for you in the months and years to come. I know you must be pissed off at him, and maybe even me, although I didn't have anything to do with any of this shit, which I'm hoping that you believe me. But, I gotta tell you one thing, which you probably already know. Above everything else you must obey your Master as if he was a god. Nothing else in the world matters right now, except that you obey him and do what he tells you. If it wasn't for your Master, you'd probably be a slave without nuts, in some far away country where they beat the crap out of you just for fun; not to mention being raped by man and beast seven days a week. Trust me on that, won't you? Now, I gotta keep this short so that I'll have a better chance at getting this to you. Listen up here; it's important what I'm going to say. If, and only if, I speak with my dad and he speaks with your Master, maybe I can arrange a visit to see you before your enslavement becomes official and legal down there. Besides, I'd love nothing better than to spend some private time alone with you, just the two of us if you know what I'm saying." I was glued to the screen watching him speak each and every word, but then when he completed that last sentence the camera started to move and I thought Alan's video was going to end. Instead, I began to see why the camera was moving. It moved down his Zeus like chest and abdomen and their in the presence of the gods above was the pool boy sucking on Alan's cock. "I'd be interested to see if you can handle my cock, just like this 'boy' can; and besides I'm sure that I could come up with a bunch more things the two of us can do together. Bye for now; hugs and kisses to you." Once again the screen feel silent and left me feeling a huge emptiness in my heart and soul. I'm not sure if it was just being homesick or what, but just having the few minutes of seeing and hearing Alan made me happy yet sad. I'm glad that he knows where I am, and that he's met mom and all that other stuff. I'm not too happy that he's seen my pictures and I sure as hell don't know what video he has watched of me. I sure as hell hope he does get to see anymore, that's for sure! The whole evening, being alone, was of some relief. At least I got to rest, and especially good that I got to see and hear Alan. It gave me something to hold on to, which just might get me out of here some day. I know, I know! I'm not supposed to be thinking and for sure I'm not supposed to hold out hope that I'll be miraculously rescued. With carpet on the floor, I couldn't hear any footsteps; but fortunately I caught a quick glimpse of a bare leg coming up along side of me and I instantly got up onto my knees, bowing my head. "Follow me slave," came the baritone voice of my Master. "Do I need to put your leash on, or will you be following behind me properly?" I didn't know that I was expected to answer Master; but He quickly and in his own way, told me that for the rest of the night that I was permitted to speak when asked a question. "Sir, yes Sir," I squeaked out, "Your slave shall follow properly Master." I dropped to my hands, and proceeded to follow my Master out of the screening room, into the bright lights of the hallway. It was the first time all day that I'd just now got to notice the camera man, stud. He was ahead of Master, walking backwards filming the two of us. Up a wide, spiral staircase we climbed; passing both the butler and the housekeeper as they were descending the stairs. Down another short hallway until we went through two huge wooden doors, made of solid maple with bright brass door knobs. Once in the room, it was plain to see that it was opulent. Everything seemed to be placed just right and the lights were, how shall I say, rather conducive to a romantic setting. Master spoke softly to the camera man, briefly; as the stud was rapidly making a few adjustments to what appeared to be several video cameras strategically placed about the room. I noticed that each camera had a cable leading from it, to some sort of junction box mounted on the wall. I realized quite fast that everything was going to be seen live and in color someplace else in the house. As the stud was exiting the room, I could hear Master Doc speaking to someone. A quick, unauthorized, glace towards the doors explained the voices. At first all I could see was Master Doc walking passed our doors and then came Mark; who was holding a thick rope. At the end of the rope was Jordan, crawling on all fours, with the rope attached to his 'pleasure balls'. Jordan not once looked anywhere but down. I felt a pang of sympathy for him, but I suppose it's something that he likes, being a pain slave and all that stuff. The two large doors closed and clicked solidly together, as Master moved away from me; heading presumably into another room. I snapped out of my mini-trance and quickly caught up to Him. I ended up following Master into His bathroom. It was a large if not larger than my bedroom back home. It too was simply beautiful, not to mention complete with a Jacuzzi. There must have been two dozen lit candles, of all shapes and sizes. The aroma was hypnotic. Masters' bathtub seemed to be big enough for four grown people. "Now then slave," Master began, "I want you to start by running my bath water. Don't make it to hot or to cold. Once you've got that done, I expect you to undress me. Do you understand?" "Master, yes Master," I said with a degree of conviction to my voice. "While in this room, if need be slave, you will be permitted off of your knees and hands." Since that wasn't a question I didn't have to speak, but I chose to; by thanking Master. I think Master liked it when I spoke with me showing gratitude. Once the water seemed to be filling the tub, at the proper degree of temperature, I turned my attention to Masters' clothing. I don't believe Master noticed, but I got a quick look at his face, and it was smiling, full of pleasure and pride. It was odd and awkward for me to be standing here, like this, trying to unbutton Masters' shirt. First off, I'd never disrobed another person before, except well, once I tore the clothes off of the skanky bitch I was getting ready to fuck; but that was early last year. I couldn't at first figure out why the buttons were on the wrong side, but then I wised up. I moved behind Master and slid the shirt from his shoulders and arms. Only then did I realize, just by Masters' scent, that he must have already had His shower. I folded his shirt the best I could and placed it on a cushioned little seat thing. I returned to Masters' front side and unbuttoned His Tommy Hilfiger shorts, followed by slowly unzipping them. One by one, Master lifted his feet so that the shorts would be free and I placed them too on the fancy stool thing. As Master stood there before me, naked; it was really the first time that I got to see just how in shape He was. All of the other times when He'd been naked, I was to nervous and scared to take notice. For a man nearing forty, He looked as if He was in His early thirties at most. Master moved to the tubs edge and stood perfectly still. It took a moment before I realized that He wanted me to turn off the water first; which I hastily did. As He stepped into the tub, I resumed my kneeling position. His body gleamed with manliness, as the candle light bounced and flicked off of His nearly perfect skin. "Well slave," Master said in a soft, forgiving tone of voice, "Let's see what you've learned. Kindly take this sponge and gave your Master a bath." "Master, yes Master," I said with nothing less than fervor and appreciation. I took the sponge and began carefully washing Masters' back. After a few minutes of washing, I found myself admiring the musculature of my Master. "You'll never finish if you don't keep your mind on your duties, slave." Master said with a slight chuckle. "Yes, Master, sorry Master." I wasn't sure what to do next, now that I'd just finished scrubbing His back. I moved forward just enough so that Master could see me, and knelt there in silence. I had expected, or at least thought, that Master would raise his legs so that I may have the privilege of bathing them. A big friendly smile erupted on Masters' face. "Well slave," He began, "you can't wash the rest of me from out there." Not that I was feeling stupid or nothing like that, but I never thought Master had expected me, a slave, to be in His tub, with Him. Master splashed the surface of the water with his hand, still maintaining a gleeful smile on his face. Whatever I was, or wasn't doing, seemed to be pleasing my Master and all of a sudden I didn't want anything to change. Nothing, nada, zilch; for now I was going to do whatever it took to keep that smile right where it is. As I climbed into the tub Master spread his legs out so that I might kneel between them; and that's exactly what I did. As I began to wash His shoulders, the twinkling of the candles made Masters' eyes seem to come alive with passion and premonition. I wished that I was able to read His thoughts. I washed all the way down his chest and stomach, noting that Master must shave his torso; as it was completely void of body hair. I hesitated briefly, then scooted back just a bit so that I might raise His legs and tend to their needs. I didn't want, nor desired to wash his thick cock and big nuts; and I'm sure Master detected my reservations. "The slave is doing a most admirable job, bathing his Master. I'm hoping that the slave hasn't forgotten one last region of his Masters' body." Master said, still without sounding like an ogre. "But I suppose the slave is saving the best for last?" I stuttered momentarily before saying, "Master, yes Master." I slowed down when it came time to wash Masters' last leg and I just knew, without even looking, that Master was growing a bit impatient. The moment of truth was at hand, literally. After setting Masters leg back down I again moved slightly forward; now staring at my Masters' cock and balls, which were semi-floating without a care in the world. I took a noticeable deep breath and placed the sponge on top of Masters' cock and began to slowly work the sponge around in a small circle. Now, we all fucking knows what happens when your cock is horny. Master was no different, as his manhood began to poke its' head out from beneath the edge of the sponge. I must have turned ten shades of red, but thankfully the candlelight prevented my Master from detecting my emotions. I eased the sponge from His cock to the underside of his nuts and managed to guide the sponge in circle like motions. I watched as His cock grew even larger than I thought I remembered. "Well done slave, very well done." Master said with a sense of closure. Before I knew what was happening, Master eased the sponge from the death grip I had on it and began to wash down my own chest. He seemed to be massaging my shoulders with the sponge and I could even feel the tension and embarrassment leaving my body. As if Master had done this a thousand times, he had me sit between his legs; as he began to wash my own legs. When Master finished my legs, He had me stand up in the tub; and he began to wash my thing and balls with diligent care. Master had the sponge going back and forth over my thing; which itself was rapidly inflating. And, to my surprise Master placed one of my bound balls into His mouth and began to lick and suckle it. The feeling was awesome, to say the very least. My thing was so hard it began to hurt; probably from all of the steel bindings on and around it, not to mention the total of three piercings. Masters' mouth moved over to my other ball and it too was bathed in lavish adorations. The brain was going a hundred miles an hour, trying to correlate all my emotions and feelings. Let me get this clear, I'm being 'trained' as a sexual pleasure slave? I don't care who or what is giving me so much attention right this second, but it can't stop now. The sponge feel into the tub, exposing my erect member, at the same time Master succumbed to releasing my ball. Using His two hands, Master turned me around; facing away from Him. With one hand on my hip, the other on my lower back; Master exerted enough strength to indicate He wanted me to bend forward. As I did so, I placed my hands on my knees for balance. I could detect Master grasping my butt plug and from experience (not much) I exhaled while, I put muscles to work The butt plug came out so easy, that I could only attribute it to being relaxed and not afraid. Once more, Master had the sponge in hand, scrubbing away at my tunnel. Unknowingly, I re-positioned my hands so that I could spread my cheeks for Master. More pressure was placed on the sponge as Master used short, quick strokes. It was over all to soon, but not before I felt at least two of Masters' fingers twinking around inside my tunnel; occasionally brushing up against the 'hard spot'. >From between my legs, Master reached through and started the water draining out of the tub; signaling the end of the bathing lesson. After we'd gotten out from the tub, I quickly noticed a large fluffy bath towel; which I used to pat the water droplets from my Masters' body. As I was nearing completion Master spoke to me saying, "Good job, for your first time slave; just keep on improving and you'll do just fine. After you've dried yourself, kindly join me on the bed." Having said that, Master without looking back, slowly made his way out of the bathroom and presumably to His bed. Just before I was to begin using the damp towel to dry myself; the need to smell the towel surged over me like a hurricane. I smelled Masters' scent, his manliness, his authority over me with every breath I took. As I crawled toward the bed, it was plain to see that Master was atop the sheets, with the bed cover properly pulled down and folded without a wrinkle. Master once again used his hand, to pat the bed, coaxing me up to lay alongside Him. I lay next to Master, feeling the warmth of his naked body touching mine. Masters' hand quickly, yet carefully extracting my inner passions as He so delicately stoked both of my bound balls. I didn't have to have eyes, to see that my thing was getting stiffer by the second. My heart rate increased as my breathing seemed to be slowing down. Both, Mater and myself lay quietly as if there wasn't any need for words. I wasn't sure if Master desired His slave to reciprocate or not; but somehow I knew that I must, I wanted to, I needed to and I desired to. I was just about to place my hand on Masters' chest, when suddenly I heard a muffled, yet distinct scream. My torso began to lift from the bed, but Master quickly moved His hand to my chest and eased me back down, saying, "its okay slave. It is just Master Doc having a pleasurable moment with his slave; not to worry," It could only mean that Jordan was being used in a painful way, to which I tried to distance myself from; at least for now. As quickly as I'd heard the scream and reacted; I was equally as quick to return my thoughts to that of only my Master. Not once did I feel insecure, used, or coerced as I found great pleasure in knowing that I'd made Master feel good; as I nurtured His cock until it finally deposited His seed into my mouth. Not once did I feel strange, broken or humiliated as I found great pleasure in knowing that I'd made Master feel good; as I bathed his anus with my tongue until Master seemed over-taken with sheer delight. When I woke in the morning, I quickly discovered that I was alone in Masters' bed. The sheet and the comforter had been pulled up over me, covering my naked form. The entire room was bathed in the morning sunlight. I looked around, as if I was in my own room, looking for a clock; but was unable to find one. For a moment or two, I was worried that I'd be severely punished for oversleeping. The door, to the bedroom, slowly opened and the butler appeared at my bedside. "Slave, you must follow me. Your Master has left orders with me to bath you this day." I was on my hands and knees the instant I slid from the bed; following the butler downstairs and yet down one more flight of stairs. We went into the room that looked exactly like the one from last nights video and then into a glamorous looking bathroom. The butler bathed me and gave me my morning enema; and it seemed as if even on this day he, the butler, was being extra kind and gentle towards my body. After he'd dried me, I followed him up the stairs and into the kitchen where my standard breakfast awaited me. I had forgotten about the pills, until the butler pushed three different ones into my mouth and down my throat. By the time I'd finished my meal, the butler was no where to be seen. I knelt, expecting his return but for the longest time I was kept wondering when he would come for me. It gave me time to think. I replayed last night and found that none of my senses, none of my former upbringing, none of my fears of man to man love prevented me from enjoying the memories of the previous night. I even thought about what it might be like to have unbridled sex with Jordan or even Alan. I didn't want to stop thinking about it. It was consuming every second of my life. I replayed the video, mentally, from Alan and wondered what it would be like, now, if I could watch it over again. Would I learn more the second time? Would I be able to tell if Alan was trying to send me a coded sort of message? The entrance of the housekeeper, into the kitchen, broke my concentration. "I see that whatever it is that the slave is thinking about has provided him with an erection," She said in a rather demeaning tone of voice. Sure enough, I had a steel hard cock. The butler soon returned and clipped the leash, this time to my nose ring; like I was a farm animal. He was silent throughout, and I had no other choice but to follow him outside. I had expected to see Jordan working away at the pool or flowers but he was nowhere to be seen. I didn't even see Mark. I could tell that Jordan hadn't even tended to the pool yet; so he must have been assigned another chore this morning. The butler led me out the backyard gate; where I was expecting the water cart but it too wasn't visible. He continued to led me up to the barn, where there seemed to be a bevy of activity going on already. I was unclipped and told to report to the foreman, for my assignments and then the butler disappeared. There wasn't that much old lumber to be removed today, as I think we did a damn good job yesterday. The noise level from all the electrical equipment was deafening. I obtained my work assignments and quickly began to unload a new load of lumber along with boxes of nails and screws; not to mention heavy spools of chain. Just like yesterday, a couple of workers helped me with the larger stuff and everyone seemed used to having me, the naked slave boy around. Perhaps these men were accustomed to working alongside slaves, or else it was just their sense of humanity, that they didn't look down on me, as being lesser a man than they. It hadn't been long, and the next thing I knew, the workers were stopping for their lunch break. It struck me odd, and I wanted to ask one of them what time of day it was. Surely, Master hadn't intended on me sleeping all morning long, or did He? My meal arrived and I ate all of it, although I had to force the last three of four mouthfuls down. The afternoon went great, as we'd unloaded the whole trailer of lumber and I even helped out some, inside the barn. The construction work seemed to be taking on a definite shape now. There were five 'stalls' on one side of the barn and on the other side were two larger open sided areas. It was in these areas where the workers had secured many lengths of chain from some of the huge beams that were erected yesterday. I watched as the workers hoisted up some rather large pieces of lumber, fixing them to the chains. It was only then that I recognized that the lumber was actually a set of head and wrist stocks. A couple of the workers laughed as they finished attaching it to the chains; with one of them actually putting his head and wrists into the opening as the other worker playful closed the top portion. The moment that they noticed me looking on, the quickly ceased their joyful expressions and the one worker almost pulled his head off trying to remove himself from the heavy stocks. I could have, a perhaps should have, laughed at their antics, but I didn't. There was even an electrician working away; apparently I hadn't noticed his arrival but he was dutifully working on two separate electric hoists. My last assignment for the day was to help out some of the day laborers sand down the wood. Thankfully the foreman showed me how to use one of sanders and I was busy the rest of the day. I'd rather preferred to be using the large floor sander machine, but I suppose that one should be thankful he wasn't using what the foreman called, 'elbow grease' to sand with. I did a good days work. I sanded the entire exterior of all five stalls, which was far more than the guy did sanding the interior sides. I never knew how good freshly cut, sanded, bare lumber smelled. It was a refreshing change from having to smell soap, food, shower enemas and other stuff. By days end I was totally exhausted, smelling of sweat and not to mention covered from head to foot with wood dust. To a man, each worker came up and said 'good night' to me; which made me feel good, not important, just good. I was alone inside the barn for some time yet and unsure of what to do; I decided that until I was sent for, that I would keep on sanding. Since my arms were worn out, I figured I would attempt to use the floor sander. It wasn't difficult to grasp the proper procedure for sanding the floor. In a way it too was fun. I didn't have to worry about the other men, and I just let myself go; worry free, as the big machine smoothed out the hardwood floors with endless ease. I don't know, didn't know, just how long Master had been watching me work; but however long it was, allowed me time to totally complete the sanding of the floor. If I had to venture a guess, I'd say that not one splinter could be found in the wood. At least I didn't have to think. All I had to do was work and work I did. By now, I didn't even think of, nor feel, the butt plug or any of my body rings. It just felt so good to have completed a full day of work; which I don't think I ever had to do before. It was only when Master placed His hand on my shoulder that I knew it was time to leave the barn. Without telling me what to do, I coiled up the cord to the sander and stored it safely out of the way. Master seemed to still have the same smile on His face from yesterday. I guess I should have felt bad, but I never gave Master or anyone else a single thought the entire time I was working. However, now my mind had to change gears quickly as I dropped to hands and knees. Without a word, Master led the way back to the cottage, which seemed rather strange; but I'm learning quickly not to think, nor to ponder the actions of a free man, especially my Master. On the way down the hill, I wondered if I'd bee seeing Jordan tonight. 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