Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2006 12:45:03 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 42

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Sail Away Chapter  Forty  Two


Mark began to thrash around on the floor like a roped alligator. His screams
and  language sent chills down my spine; as I quickly found myself, just like
Jordan,  sitting on the bed with my knees drawn up and with one arm around my
friend  Jordan. I think that for the first time in my life, I was actually
scared for  another human being.

In a stealth like manner, both of the Masters had Jordan tied to two long
wooden  poles. His hands were spread wide as were his ankles; allowing his butt
to stick  up in the air. With surgical precision, Master Doc had sliced off the
teenagers  clothes.

Master quickly fetched a mouth gag, which looked more like one of those black
 dildos than anything else, and shoved it unceremoniously into Marks' mouth;
all  but silencing him, except for the guttural noises he continued to  make.

I'm not ashamed to admit it to myself, but now I was becoming alarmed. I had
no  clue, what in the world Mark had done to deserve such a treatment; but I'm
still  learning the ways of being a slave, so I'm not supposed to  think.

Master used his foot to roll the boy onto his back and by the looks of the
situation; it was easy to tell that Mark wasn't doing to well. Master Doc
returned from another trip to the wall cabinets, dragging behind himself several
lengths of heavy chain and what appeared to be a rather substantially sized
hoist.

There seemed to be need for neither of the Masters to speak, as Master Doc
quickly and efficiently fixed the hoist to something up in the ceiling. In what
 must have been no more than a blink of an eye, Mark was hoisted off the
floor by  his ankles.

Mark continued to struggle, thus causing his body to twist freely in the
chains  which were supporting his body weight. Master Doc began swabbing a
brownish  liquid all over the anal and pubic region of the belligerent teenager, as
my  Master was pulling something out of one of the  cabinets.

It wasn't but a few seconds and Marks' pubic bush was matted down against his
 skin from the liquid and I noticed Master passing something to Master Doc.
What  appeared to be an anal plug had been lubed up quite nicely and was being
forced  into the boys' chute. Just watching it happen, brought back a mountain
of  memories; I could feel his pain and anguish as the anal intruder finally
came to  rest completely buried in Marks' virgin hole.

Before I knew what in the hell was happening, Master Doc was holding a rather
 flimsy looking tube in his hand; and from all indications was about to
insert  the damn thing into Marks' pisshole.  I didn't realize at the beginning
what He was doing, as the tube slid painlessly into the teenagers' cock; until
it too stopped, prevented from going in deeper, resting on some sort of black
shiny  base.
Master came forward and began connecting thin wires to each, the anal plug
and  the tube in Marks' cock head.  Both of the Masters were conversing now, out
 of my range of being able to hear; when the butler arrived looking a little
disheveled.

Master approached our bed and commanded, rather cruelly, that both Jordan and
I  follow the butler. I was rather thankful for the chance to leave the
cottage for  several reasons. First and foremost, I didn't like seeing; let alone
being  around Master when He was in such a mood. Secondly, the screams from
Mark and  the profuse amount of anguish he was in, was making me just a tad bit
uneasy.

We hadn't gone more than fifty feet from the cottage and although he was
gagged,  Mark made it known that he was in a great deal of agony. I could only
imagine  the amount of pain he was in as the electrical currents flowed through
the  tender parts of his  body.

No sooner had we reached the house, and the housekeeper came sauntering into
the  kitchen; where we'd been told to 'kneel'. She, too, looked as if whatever
she'd  been doing had been interrupted. I began to wonder if she and the
butler were  'getting it on'. She stood in silence, gazing rather intently at our
two  submissive bodies.  I could only imagine what the old troll lady was
thinking about; hopefully it wasn't something which she had planned for  us.

She came directly forward and began running her hands over both of the bald
heads, commenting about the emergence of stubbles on Jordan. Once she'd
discovered the stubbles she was hell bent on finding out if there were more of  the
tiny little things on Jordan.

Jordan knelt there like the obedient slave, which he was. I couldn't see much
of  what was going on but I just knew that she must've gotten her thrill for
the  night. Thankfully, she stepped away only making a comment to the butler
'that  the slave needs a shave, a good shave that only a female knows how to
do'.   In a jesting way the butler informed her that it would most likely a cold
day in  hell before she'd be given permission to shave a slave.

We then followed the butler downstairs; to an area that I'd seen once before.
We  entered the room where they made the videos and were told that we had to
sleep  here, at least for one night. Jordan quickly rose to his feet, looking
around in  awe of the room and the items within. For me, it was a simple jump
up into the  big poster bed and I quickly slid under the nice sheets and
comforter. It didn't  take long before Jordan abandoned his solo adventure of
scoping out the room.

His warmth against my skin was becoming something that I could always look
forward to. The gentleness with which he ran his hands over my nakedness was
pleasing to say the very least. Jordan and I talked for quite some time, and
the  bulk of the chatter was about Mark. Slowly the topics of our conversation
began  to vary; with each of us talking about the day of work, the workmen and
concluding with each of us expounding on our own thoughts about slavery and
being owned. It was easy for me, now, to begin to understand where Jordan was
coming from ever since the first day I'd met him. I think I too, was able to
say  what was really on my mind without having to struggle to find the right
words.  Jordan apparently not only understood what I was saying, but seemed
genuinely  interested as well, for he not once took his eyes away from  mine.

Neither of us gave thought to the fact that none of the main lights in the
room  had been turned off. It wasn't bright in the room, yet it wasn't as dim as
our  cottage. I had almost begun to drift off when Jordan kissed me; which
seemed to  perk my sexual  ability.

Another night of passion and love ensued, until we both collapsed into a deep
 sleep. As I slept, I couldn't help but to think of how it must feel to place
 one's cock into another mans tunnel. I wondered if someday I too might be
afforded such an opportunity. I thought about the neglect my own thing was
struggling with; and how good it would feel if I could only get a blowjob, the
good old fashion  way.

Somewhere in my dreams, I began to think about the good time I had with
Master.  I had come full circle and found that I was becoming more and more in need
of,  desiring of, wanting more of this man to man contact. However, the
contact  between me and Master wasn't as 'intimate' as it is with my new friend
Jordan.  Could things ever change?

Alan, I even dreamed of Alan. I dreamed of the what ifs and so many other
things  that might have occurred had things (me) been different. I slept like a
baby,  regardless of the dreams, regardless of the  situation.

In the morning Jordan and I were ushered back to our cottage, only to find it
 empty; that is empty meaning no Mark. We busied ourselves in the shower, we
ate  our wonderful, healthy and scrumptious breakfast; as it was served to us
without  it being all blended together. Both of us, finding that we hadn't
been summoned  yet, took two damp bath towels and went in search of any dirt and
dust; which we  quickly wiped  away.

During the entire time in the cottage neither of us spoke about Mark, as we
didn't want to ruin what was so far turning out to be a bright and cheerful
morning. It seemed more and more natural for me to be naked with my body
available for Master, as even Jordan mentioned how much less 'inhibited' I
appeared. Well, if I was to stop and look back on the last three or so weeks,  being
here with Master sure as heck out ways the torment of the ship and the
school; so that 'might' just be why I'm not concerned about wearing clothes and
allowing others to see me naked and smooth. I'm a slave and I'm learning to
'think' like  one.

By the time we'd gotten up to the barn, everybody was working in what
appeared  to be a much more rapid pace than yesterday. We soon learned that our two
Masters had offered the workers an 'incentive' if they finished their project
ahead of schedule. When I lived at home, the word incentive meant that I'd
get  some extra cash in my pocket for doing something like cleaning my own room
up;  but here on the plantation, that same word could, perhaps would, have an
entirely different meaning. After all, we are talking about a group of good
old  fashion country style 'hicks' who've been laboring away for days. I didn't
want  to waste time thinking about such things, so I joined Jordan for yet
another  tough, but fun, day working amongst real  men.

Just before our noon meal break, a parade of cars drove down the lane and
stopped at the pool gate. None of the cars stayed but for a minute and then
drove off. Not long afterwards, the butler came up to the barn and retrieved
Jordan and me. As we headed toward the house, I could see the puzzled look on
Jordans' face; as I'm sure he could see the bewilderment on mine.

We dropped to hands and knees upon entering the house, not knowing what, lay
ahead for us. All we could do was kneel there and observe the housekeeper
preparing what smelled like a scrumptious meal for the 'free'  men.

Long after the meal had been served; the two of us were fed and for the first
 time in what seemed a lifetime; we were face deep in our bowls eating what
appeared to be chopped up cheeseburgers with FRIES! What a great surprise; but
 most assuredly we weren't brought down here just for a  meal.

My suspicions proved to be correct, as we were ordered down the stairs and
into  the 'studio', as the butler called it. Upon entering, there stood the
teenagers  from town; still nicely (?) dressed in their worldly clothing.

Jordan and I were soon informed as to why we'd been sent downstairs. Master
was  going to make some sort of video, involving a free 'boy' having his way
with a  slave. Needless to say, at first, I wasn't overjoyed with having one of
these  Arkansas hillbillies telling me what to do or having one of them
pleasuring  himself with my  body.

The boys were split into groups and each group got to choose which of the two
 slaves they wanted to work with during the filming. Thankfully, most of the
boys  in the group I was selected to 'work' with were the older ones, except I
think  for the only kid who looked like he'd be no more than  fifteen.

Jordan was first to interact with his group; allowing me to watch as they
took  great liberties with every orifice he had to offer. If it weren't for the
fact  that I had known that Master was making a video, I think that I probably
wouldn't have felt so shameful; but as it turned out, everything went better
than I'd  expected.

I knew, or at least I thought I knew that I, just like Jordan, was the 'main
attraction' of the video. The boys didn't have me do anything that I'd not
already done; and was thankful that it didn't take long before I had
successfully drained each of them of their prized baby makers.

I, along with Jordan and the other boys sat around on the floor as Master and
 the cameraman quickly scanned the footage which was playing out on a small
screen in the far corner of the room. The boys all talked amongst themselves,
knowing that slaves weren't allowed to speak without specific permission.
None  of the boys even seemed interested in us; as not a one of them bothered to
say  anything about us, let alone look in our  direction.

Master proceeded to order Jordan and myself into the shower and get cleaned
out.  I was thankful for the enema, as I knew that my tunnel was full of teen
spunk.  At least in the shower, we were out of range of anyone's voice. Jordan
kept  looking at me, as if to be expressing his approval of the way I had
'performed'  for the  camera.

By the time we'd gotten dried off and returned to the 'studio', all of the
boys  were on the bed, engaged in what could only be described as an all out
orgy. It  looked really nice to see all of the nakedness fighting for attention
and sexual  gratification. I couldn't keep my eyes off of the scene as two of
the boys got  their butts filled with blood engorged cocks. Their attempt at
trying to make  believe, that they were in a discomforting situation even seemed
realistic;  although I knew that these kids had all been fucked many many
times  before.

You'd have thought that Mark would have been here, seeing how there were so
many  cocks to work with; but he was no where to be seen, leaving me with a
strong  impression that he'd already been whisked away. I guess things like Mark,
are  things that I just needn't worry myself with. If it's meant that I'm to
know,  then Master would have told me.

None to soon, however, myself and Jordan were told to return to the kitchen;
which we wasted no time in doing. The butler was sitting at the small kitchen
 table with the housekeeper; apparently sipping on hot coffee; which was just
 another one of those former things in life that I hadn't had is such a long
time. We knelt there for a brief time before the butler got up and took hold
of  Jordans' collar; pulling him towards the  sink.

Right there in front of the housekeeper, the butler brought out an old world
style shaving mug and straight razor and began to shave Jordan from head to
toe.  By the sheer speed of the butlers' actions it was plain to understand
that this wasn't the first time he'd shaved a slave like this. Jordans' skin
radiated a pleasing shade of pink after he'd been wiped down with a steamy
towel. The glow radiated from his body, to deep within my own being. If there
were words to describe just how wonderfully masculine he looked, I'd use them
right now. Even without his hair, to me he was all male, pure and  simple.

Somewhere in the mix of all of this, I began to realize that today was
Friday. I  couldn't even think as to where the time, the days had gone. With so much
 happening, time didn't seem important anymore; except only when I wanted to
think about it. Funny, I thought to myself, just how much I was changing and
how  much less that I was resisting the changes. By the time Jordan had
returned to  kneel next to me, I could detect the scent of the soap used to shave
his body;  and that did nothing more than to make me want to have some kind of
sex with  him.

As my thoughts, desires, needs and wants waned, Master Doc came bounding
though  the back door; all excited to see two kneeling slaves, but more so he
seemed  intent on displaying a more dominant position as he planted a big juicy
kiss on  top of Jordans' freshly shaved scalp; making some kind of remark like
'how's my  boy doing  today'.

Jordan was ordered to follow his Master which left me being the only naked
object in the kitchen. I suffered through the minor inconvenience for only a
few  minutes before Master came and told me to get down to the cottage. There
seemed  to be a slight smile on Masters' face as he watched me moved from
kneeling to  crawling out the back  door.

I found myself in a sullen mood, as I slowly began the short trek to the
cottage. Half way there, something caught my eye; as I suddenly noticed that the
barn finally had electrical power. There were lights on, lots of them;
shining  brightly in the cool dark air of the early nighttime. The other thing I
noticed  were the shadows of the three vehicles which were used to transport the
workers  back and forth from  town.

I thought perhaps that since they'd been enticed with a bonus plus something
extra special that they had all decided to stay late. I continued on, nearly
at  the door of our cottage when I heard a familiar sound; perhaps I should
say  noise. Pausing, I tried to intensify my hearing, as the noise continued;
some  times louder than others. It struck me that the sounds I was hearing were
coming  from a man; then as before, I came to realize that the noise must be
coming from  only one person,  Mark.

I can tell you now, what I found out days later, about Mark. It seems that a
few  of the workers had less than stellar home life's, so it seemed only
natural for  them to have a subdued affection for the same sex; but only in ways
which were  sadistic rather than sexual. Affording them the opportunity to
'test' out some  of their newly constructed areas in the barn; Master allowed them
the use of  Mark, for such things as the hoists, the elevated stock platforms
and many other  things which they'd built for the plantation school. I never
learned just  exactly what it was that they did to Mark, except to be told that
sex was not a  factor in their use of his  body.

It felt safe, once I'd gotten into the cottage and the door closed. Most of
the  lights were already dimmed, with some had even been turned off. The
biggest  change I saw was that the wooden cross was gone; which presumably had been
taken  up to the barn  (school).

The eerie silence within the walls of the cottage seemed to unnerve me just a
 bit; but seeing as how I'd already gotten clean, there was nothing to do
except  to move over and on to the bed. Just before climbing onto the bed I
noticed that  the big screen had been exposed, so I figured that I'd be watching
some sort of  video or training film.

No sooner had I climbed into bed, I saw an envelope laying flat upon my
pillow.  I hesitated for a moment not knowing from whence it came. As if I was
stealing  it; I slowly and gingerly took hold of the envelope. Upon opening it,
there  seemed to be two pieces of folded paper. I could tell right away that the
words  on the paper were done with a printer; so that, at first, gave me the
impression  that the letter contained something more than a personal note. The
following is  a complete copy of the letter within:


My Dearest  Son,
I'm sorry for not writing you sooner, but until a few days ago I had no  real
idea where you were; except that you were with your  father.

I don't know where to start, but I want to make sure that  you thank your
uncle for allowing me to send, and you to receive this  letter.

I want you to know that the problems with your father and  me have nothing to
do with you.

I want to apologize for not  understanding you, as you were growing up. I'm
sure that had I taken the time to  be a better parent; you'd not be where you
are today.

I felt  disgusted and was upset with the first group of photos that were sent
to me by  your father; but as the other photos arrived I could begin to see a
vivid change  in you.

Your new look, sort of reminds me of when you were just a  baby and had no
hair to speak of. You still look adorable and loveable.

I'm glad to see that you are beginning to understand who and what  you are.
You appear to have some sort of a connection with the other slave there  and
that seems to bring a smile to your face. At least your not still with your
father in that God forsaken place he calls a school.

For the  longest time I wanted to tell you all about your uncle, but was
ashamed to do  so. But now that you know, I'm sure that the two of you are getting
along pretty  good by now.

It will take me some time to get used to the type of  sex that two men can
have, but I'm willing to accept and understand it now; so  please allow me some
time to adjust to your new world.

I want you  to know that your father has graciously agreed to let me keep the
house and all  of its furnishings. He plans on staying at the school and
doing whatever it is  that he does so there is no need for him to have this house.

I have  also had two or three meetings with my attorney and also with your
friend Alan's  father. They both have been a great help to me.

There seems to be a  couple of areas in the state and federal enslavement
laws that just might allow  you to come home. I don't know all of the details
yet, as they are quite a  complicated legal mess. When and if I can work things
out with your uncle, who  is the current holder of your enslavement papers, I
just might be able to get  you back to New York.

>From what they tell me, it won't be an easy  thing to pull off, and there
will be some consequences for both you and me, if  it is done at all. As I learn
more, I'll keep you informed; but you must, you  have to do everything your
uncle tells you to do if there is to be any hope of  getting you back home. I
can't emphasize enough how important your behavior will  come in to play during
this time.

The one thing that I can tell  you, that I know so far, is that if you can
come back home; you will still  technically be a slave until your twenty first
birthday. There seems to be  nothing I can do about that part of the law. You
will be required to have a male  'overseer' who will be more or less your
superior; unless it comes down to  something important like your health.

So that's about all the news  I've got for you at this time. If for some
reason you desire to stay with your  uncle, just let him or I know and that will
save an exorbitant amount of legal  fees and slave transfer monies.

Your friend Alan sends his best  wishes for you and wants me to tell you how
much he misses  you.

Love  always
Mom


I read the letter a half dozen times, trying to determine if mom was trying
to  tell me something in 'code' or not. All I could make of the letter was that
she  was remorseful and was now somehow, trying to find a way for me to go
home.  Slaves can't be choosey so I'd take whatever help she or anyone wanted to
 offer.

I tucked the letter back inside the envelope and placed it under my mattress.
I  lay there thinking about mom and all the good times we had together;
wondering  where, if at all, she had failed  me.

The screen came to life, but I really wasn't interested in watching a video
now.  The images on the screen instantly caught my attention; seeing as how the
video  was made at my fathers' school.  I slowly began to become mesmerized
with  all the action.
It was as if I was watching myself being trained, formed and  re-programmed;
but for some reason I must have fallen asleep at some point, as I  didn't stir
until I felt someone slid in the bed next to  me.

I didn't bother with the slight disturbance, until I felt the warm arm and
hand  encompass my chest. Without looking, I knew just by the feel that it was
Jordan.  His breath softly filtered into my ear, whispering, "your Master has
given me  permission for  tonight."

Befuddled by what Jordan has just said, my eyes opened just as he was sliding
 his body on top of mine. We kissed like never before, and he even did some
playful nibbling on my ear and neck. I couldn't begin to think anything
negative  about my feelings and emotions; as all were basking in a romantic sea of
endless  fervor.

While the two of us were locked in place, tongue fucking one another's mouth;
 Jordan took a hold of my legs and slowly and careful brought them up and
bent  them back towards my head. I knew what was coming and I wanted it, desired
it.

"You could, if you want, go up to the barn and join in the festivities if you
 want." Jordan said to me playfully. I didn't need to respond. I pulled his
head  back to my mouth and continued kissing him as he slowly began to fuck me,
 finally at  last.

I didn't want it to stop. I couldn't believe that Jordan could feel any
different than all of the other cocks I'd had forced up my tunnel. Jordan was
truly amazing, to say the very least. His dedication to making me feel good as
well didn't go unnoticed. Every forward thrust of his cock, rubbed my hard spot
 and that did nothing but make me desire him even more.

Sadly our bonding was soon over, with Jordan now lying prone on my sweat
dampened chest. I could feel his thing softening even as it lay next to mine. I
had no recollection that I had purged my balls of slave cum, until Jordan
lifted  himself and began to lap at the sticky substance. His enduring affection
continued until he'd cleaned my entire chest and stomach with his  tongue.

Jordan was even going to clean my tunnel, until I asked him not to, "Please
don't, please, I want to feel you inside me all night  long."

We made a couple of simple adjustments and both of us were well on our way to
a  good nights sleep.

To be continued...

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