Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2006 13:04:35 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 46

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Sail Away Chapter  Forty  Six

The stairs led to a hallway which I hadn't seen before. The carpet was
luxurious. It felt like my knees were on clouds. Even the air temperature was
cooler than the main floor which was a welcome relief. I continued following my
Master for about another twenty five feet, until He opened up a large oak door
and went through. I waited until given permission before I crawled through
the  expansive opening.

This for sure had to be Master's private bedroom. I'd never before seen such
a  big bed and everything in the room reeked of luxury. I followed Master past
 several large pieces of furniture and into what was the world's biggest
bathroom. I couldn't help but to stare in awe of my  surroundings.

Master turned to me and said, "slave, in this room you may stand when you
feel  the need and you may also speak when spoken to; is that  understood?"

"Master, yes Master," I quickly  responded.

"Now let's get the tub water started and then you can disrobe me and bath me
like the well trained slave that you are becoming." He said with a comforting
 smile.

After responding properly, I quickly began to adjust the water to a nice
temperature and I even added a small amount of scented body oil to the water;
watching as it made the cutest little bubbles. As the water ran, I turned all my
 attention to my Master and removed all of his clothing; placing it neatly on
one  of those fancy chairs that has a built on clothes rack on the back of
it.

Master slid effortlessly into the tub and seemed pleased that the water was
properly adjusted to his liking. Did I mention that the tub was big? It even
has  water jets on all five sides.

I began gently scrubbing Master's back as He started speaking to me. I'm sure
 that what He was saying wasn't meant for me to comment on; as none of it
seemed  to really be a  question.

Master spoke about the recent turmoil he and dad had gotten into and how much
He  hated such things; especially in front of other men. Master told me that
this  wasn't the first time that the two of them had come to loggerheads.
Master  seemed pleased that Shaun had decided not to return to Guatemala with my
dad. He  spoke a lot about the new slave, Mark, and how he would be properly
trained by  Shaun every day and through out the night hours. I couldn't help but
to wonder  why Master was telling me such details, unless he just needed a
body to speak  at.

Master spoke even more about Jordan and how pleased He was that Jordan seemed
to  be settling in. He talked some about Master Doc, and how he was glad that
he had  a slave to tend to his personal needs and desires. Talking about
Jordan in such  a way, left me feeling rather sad; as I had never given any
thought to the two  of us slaves being separated for any length of  time.

I had finished washing Master's legs and chest, leaving only His genital area
to  bath. I carefully washed His cock and balls; but I only used my hands,
leaving  the sponge out of the task. Master's cock began to harden under my
fingers,  which He seemed all to pleased.

As my soapy fingers were 'washing' the area behind Master's balls, Master
finally said to me, "Is there anything the slave would care to talk about? Just
be very careful what you say and how you say it. Should I determine that your
 speech is disrespectful, insubordinate, demeaning or down right stupid I
won't  hesitate a second to summon Master Doc and Shaun and you will be whipped
to  unconsciousness."

Shit, here is the perfect time to mention to Master what kind of plans I had
of  my very own; but now I was scared shitless that He might take my words the
wrong  way.

I slid my hand out from under Master and took up the sponge, once again, and
began to gently wash Master's feet. Master hadn't allowed me into the tub, so
it  was rather awkward for me to get to His other foot; but I managed.
Finally,  after minutes of silence, I began to speak; guarding each and every word
from my  mouth.

I don't' know how long I spoke, but it was enough time to actually bath
Master  completely for a second time. Master remained calm and seemed rather docile
 while I gingerly made my thoughts come out clear and precise; without
abusing  any of the guidelines that Master had set  forth.

The moment I set the sponge aside, Master pushed Himself up and stepped out
of  the tub. I quickly grabbed one of those really fluffy towels and dried Him
off.  Master seemed to be in a different zone; as He simply told me that I was
now to  'turn down His  bed."

That phrase caught me off guard for a few seconds, until I remembered from
one  of the videos what the terminology meant. I could tell that Master was a
littler  perturbed by my slow response to His  directive.

As Master was sitting on the edge of the bed He said, "Go now and clean
yourself, then come to  Me."

I made like a freight train back to the bathroom and quickly bathed, again;
as I  wasn't dirty or smelly the time I spent in the tub was minimal.

Master was already propped up on several pillows, his right hand patting the
bedding; so I quickly slid into the Master's bed and lay there with only a
single pillow under my head. Master laughed aloud, telling me that I'd need
more  than the one pillow if I was to watch a movie. Master indicated where I'd
find  additional comfort and I quickly retrieved two more pillows; now the two
of us  were leaning against the  headboard.

My eyes searched the room for cameras, mirrors, implements of discipline and
anything else that might indicate the nights' activities. Astonished, to
discover that Master's personal bedroom was not like other rooms in parts of the
main house.

I watched as Master grabbed a remote from His nightstand and pushed a button;
 causing a screen to descend from the ceiling. Moments later a movie started,
 which to my surprise wasn't a sex video.

After a few minutes of viewing the movie, the butler came in and gave Master
a  mixed drink; and for me all I received was an intimidating stare from the
butler.

With a drink in one hand and my thing in the other, Master seemed content
just  watching the movie. I watched also, but Master's fingers kept twinking with
all  my body jewelry which prevented me from becoming engrossed with the
film. An  occasional squeeze of my balls kept me alert to just about anything
Master saw  fit to do with His  slave.

After the movie ended, a couple pushes of the remote sent the screen back
into  the ceiling and the lights to go out; with the exception of one, which
dimmed so  that I could just barely make out the outline of Master's  body.

Things started out rather simple; with me performing oral sex, which is
apparently something Master truly enjoys. Finally Master had had enough of that
and eased me onto my back; pulling my legs up and back towards my head; which
He  then had me hold momentarily. As I held my ankles, Master eased the plug
from my  tunnel and held it in front of my face. I released my right ankle and
took the  butt plug and eased as much of it as I could into my mouth, before
taking  control of my ankle  again.

Master began fucking me slowly and deliberately. It felt so good and my young
 emotions were once again beginning to overcome my thoughts of Jordan and
Alan.  It seemed different somehow. Master wasn't making it seem like passionate
sex.  It was just sex; which is something that I could relate to; seeing as
how I'd  fucked a few girls just so I could say that I'd fucked  them.

There wasn't even a kiss, not even a word the entire time. Rapidly, I began
to  realize that Master was using me like I'm supposed to be used. It was
becoming  apparent that Master knew exactly what he wanted all  along.

I could only think, however vain it was of me, that Master had always wanted
me  for one reason; and one reason only. Now cemented in my head was the idea
that  Master had only desired me for all of these years, just to get me away
from my  father. It wasn't that he loved me or anything like that; just that he
wanted me  to not be raised as a slave trader but as a slave. I could,
however, hope that  such thinking was in error; but the more my thought process
lingered on the  subject matter, the more I was becoming convinced that I was
right. Master has  to love me! After all, I am his  nephew.

That last sudden thrust, with Master's pubic hair brushing into my smooth
skin  told me that He was finished. Before Master withdrew his cock, He reached
up and  removed the plug from my mouth. Immediately after pulling out His dick,
the butt  plug was unceremoniously re-inserted up my  tunnel.

Master just eased Himself off of me and positioned Himself on His back, with
His  legs slightly bent and wide. I knew what He was expecting, so I really
had no  choice but to move into position and suck His cock clean of cum and ass
slime.

"Now slave, you must remove yourself from your Master's bed." Master said in
a  quiet tone. "You will sleep here, next to my bed", as He pointed to the
floor  directly next to His side of the bed.

I slid off of the bed and moved around to Master's side and before I even got
 down to the floor, Master tossed one of the pillows down for me to use; as
He  was now sliding His own legs over the edge of the bed. "But before you
sleep,  you must remember that your Master always enjoys a good healthy piss after
a  good  fuck."

Astonished that Master would or even could say something like that to me; I
had  no choice but to kneel between His legs and accept a healthy dose of His
hot  piss before I was to get any sleep. I was finally getting myself situated
on the  floor, when Master once again spoke, as the one remaining light was
nearly  dimmed to extinction. "You will find a chain and a lock under the bed. I
must  always secure yourself each night that you spend with your  Master."

I stuck my arm under the bed and found the huge chain and lock. Slowly I
pulled  it out and locked it onto my ankle cuff. I gave it a short yet hard tug
just to  see how secure it was under the bed; and quickly found out that it was
anchored  well.

In the darkness, with my eyes wide open, I recaptured the events of the day.
I  was soon finding myself fading into my 'private space'; just about the time
I  began to replay my most recent  fuck.

I awoke only to discover that my sleep had been terminated by my Master and
His  need to piss. As Master stood erect and prominent on His two feet, I
scurried on  to my knees to once again assist my Master in relieving his  bladder.

Now that I'd had two servings of Master's piss, I too needed to relieve
myself.  Thankfully Master unlocked me from the chain and allowed me to scurry into
the  bathroom to piss. I jumped into the tub and knelt over the drain, as the
 pressure of my bladder quickly began to subside.  I was thankful for the
opportunity, as I wasn't sure just how much longer I could have held it  in.

I stepped out of the tub as directed and began the water running in Master's
huge shower. Just before I thought I was going to bath Master, He ordered me
downstairs to the kitchen. He never said why I was to go, but I was a bit
curious as to the reason he didn't want me to bath  him.

Once I'd opened the bedroom door, I dropped down and crawled my way back down
to  the kitchen, noticing on the way, that the sun had already come up. I
guess  Master and I had slept longer than I'd thought we did. The odor of food
was  beginning to make it's way into my nose, which seemed all to quickly to
alert me  to my own  hunger.

I was greeted rather rudely by the housekeeper once I arrived in the kitchen.
 She pointed to a bowl near one corner of the kitchen and told me that my
meal  was getting cold. I couldn't tell what in the hell was in the bowl, but I
ate it  none the less. It wasn't anywhere as good as yesterday's meal; but on
the other  hand it wasn't as bad as having to eat the standard slave chow.

Once I'd finished the meal, the housekeeper instructed me to hurry my "cute
tight slave ass" up to the barn. Gee, this lady sure has a way of making me
feel  wanted,  NOT!

As I left the enclosed pool area, I noticed that the cart had been removed;
not  to mention that I had yet to see Jordan. I wasted little time getting
myself up  to the barn. I noticed that there was a fairly new pickup truck parked
near the  barn, as well as discovering that the cart had also been brought up.


All of the "porno boys", along with Jordan were already in the barn; as was
Shaun. I had yet to see Mark, but I wasn't overly concerned that I  didn't.

Jordan appeared to be in good spirits, as he smiled one of his 'dreamy'
smiles  at me just as soon as he saw me enter the barn. I crawled over to him and
took  up the proper kneeling position; while the boys were focused on something
that  Shaun was showing them in one of the many cabinets.

Jordan gave me a slight nudge with his body, directing my attention over
towards  Mark's stall. It seemed to me, that there was a man standing with his
back to  us, legs slightly spread, with a naked body kneeling in front of him.
Then I  noticed that there was another man standing off in the far corner of
Mark's  stall. For now, that was all I was going to see. I'm guessing that Jordan
knew  more about what was going on than I  did.

The entire group of boys came over and took me into the shower area; where
unbeknownst to me, they proceeded to give me my enema and to bath me. They
really seemed to be getting in to this domination theory. My enema seemed to be
a great deal more discomforting not to mention longer. I wasn't able to see
which of them the main 'player' was in my enema session, but for all I knew;
they all were taking part in it. The one thing I do know, they all took part in
 scrubbing my body. There wasn't any sponge, nor any cloth; just several
rather  stiff brushes working harshly over every inch of my body. I didn't have
time to  feel beleaguered with my situation, as no sooner had they completed my
bath;  that one of them pushed me forward onto my hands, while another boy
greased my  tunnel and shoved in a butt plug. I'm only guessing that Master Doc
had given  the boys a bit of a break from being down in the studio and to keep
them  entertained had sent them up here to the barn.

Gay is gay, but why on earth is Shaun showing them what it is like here
amongst  slaves and Masters? Don't tell me that these weekend porn boys are going
to  start getting involved. If in fact they do, I can only hope that is with
Mark  and not  me.

Thankfully, if you want to call it that, Shaun came to my rescue. He took me
by  my collar and led me back over to Jordan; where he left the two of us,
while he  went into Mark's stall. Whatever the conversation was, I wasn't able to
tell  what they were talking about. I did however hear several yelps and
moans, but  with the extra person in the stall there just wasn't any way for me to
see what  was  happening.

If my memory was anywhere near correct; today was Sunday and that meant the
boys  would be leaving by days end. Thank goodness!  And, that would mean that
perhaps the workers (some of them) might be here tomorrow. They really are a
nice group of men to hang with, even if they are somewhat  'rednecks'.

The boys finished cleaning up the shower area and had everything put back in
its  proper place, just about the time Master Doc came in to the barn. They
all  gathered around him, as if he was their 'shepard' or something a kin to it.
As  Master Doc made his way to Mark's stall, the boys followed like school
kids in a  fire  drill.

Mark's stall was now as crowded as a New York subway at rush hour. Clothed
men,  naked boys and I still was unable to tell exactly what was happening.
Soon,  Master Doc left the stall with his entourage in tow; walking passed Jordan
and  me with only a smile and a soft pat on Jordan's head. Jordan seemed to be
 smiling a bit more, now that Master Doc had acknowledged his presence.

Shaun came out and collected me and Jordan, taking us into Mark's stall;
where I  got one hell of a surprise. Mark was on his knees, sucking his younger
brother's  cock, while their father stood in the corner and observed. As I
crawled passed  Mark I could see that his eyes were a bit puffy; apparently from
hours and hours  of crying. He and Shaun must have had a long training session
the night  before.

Once we'd gotten behind Mark, I saw what must have been something Shaun had
conjured up. It looked almost like one of the stools on board dad's ship; with
a  long black dildo attached to it. Mark was being impaled on the latex dildo
while  being made to suck off his brother. I could only imagine just how much
of the  tunnel invader the boy had up his ass; but I'm sure that Shaun was
keeping  track.

Mark apparently had not been obedient towards Shaun, as he had many; and I
mean  many marks across his back from an instrument of corrective instruction.
No  wonder the kid has puffy eyes. I know exactly how he is feeling about  now.
Mark's brother pushed his entire cock into his mouth, causing Mark to gag and
 spew spit from the corners. I'm only guessing that his brother unloaded a
healthy load of sperm into his mouth. Just as Mark got his breathing under
control, Shaun took a grip on his shoulders and forced his body down further
onto the dildo; causing Mark to scream the best he could. Shaun yelled at Mark,
who still had a cock in his mouth, and gave him a hard bare handed slap on the
 back of his head. That sent Mark's head one way as the cock popped out of
his  mouth; all covered in spit and sperm.

Another slap, in the opposite direction; with Shaun barking orders to him,
not  to mention telling him that he would have to "suck a free mans' cock a hell
of a  lot better".
Mark then had to lick his brother's cock clean before the  teenager stuffed
it back into his  jeans.

Shaun took Mark's wrists and attached them to a spreader bar and proceeded to
 hoist his arms high into the air. The boys arms looked as if they were about
to  pop right out from the shoulders, not to mention Mark's groaning and
moaning  from the anguish he was forced to endure. I was to engrossed watching
Mark, that  I only heard bits and pieces of what Shaun was saying to the father.
I watched  as Shaun spread Mark's knees out even further than they were; which
seemed to  heighten and evoke more moans from the new slave. In the blink of
an eye, Shaun  released the rope holding Mark's two wrist and Mark sank
straight down. Down,  all the way, impaling himself completely on the dildo. The
screams from Mark  were ear shattering; but the convulsions he experienced only
made matters worse,  as Mark began to vomit the contents of his stomach onto
the straw floor  covering.

Shaun used his foot to push Mark forward, into the pool of puke; as he then
pulled the entire dildo from Mark's tunnel. Shaun seemed to be enjoying
himself  as he offered the dildo to Jordan for cleaning. For me, Shaun ordered me to
 clean Mark's tunnel. As for Mark, he was ordered to clean up the mess he had
 just made on the floor.

Shaun went right to work, licking off the slime and sludge from the dildo. I
was  momentarily repulsed at the sight of Mark's tunnel entrance. By the looks
of it,  the slave's tunnel had gotten quite a bit of use already. The texture
of what I  sucked and licked from Mark's tunnel told me that he must have had
more than one  cock up his tunnel already. Then oddly enough, I began to
wonder which of his  two family members was his master. By now I knew that one if
not both had fucked  him, but what I didn't know was that after his family
fucked him; the five porno  boys got their shot at fucking him as well. I was
cleaning up after seven loads  of male spunk had been deposited.

Not that I had it worse than the other two, but I couldn't help but to think,
 once again, that my purpose in life now is to be 'transformed' into a sex
slave;  and right about now I wasn't feeling like one. On the other hand, if I
was Mark,  I'd be getting yelled at; with Shaun screaming into my ear telling
me that I had  to eat the puke soaked straw as well as lick the floor clean. I
guess that  Jordan had the easiest assignment; but who am I to  speculate.

When the three of us had finished our task, meeting Shauns apparently high
standards for slaves, Mark was yanked out of the stall and taken over to the
examination table once again; being secured with at least a dozen wide leather
straps. Mark's brother and father followed the duo and seemed to be rather
pleased at the prospects of having their own personal slave; even though their
slave was a member of their own  family.

Shaun returned to the stall and I was the next one removed, and taken to
another  stall which was clean and smelling of sweet straw. I was then placed on
my back;  only to have my limbs attached to chains and left spreadeagled on the
floor.  Shaun pulled a tube of some kind from his pocket, smiling an evil,
sadistic  smile. He quickly began to squeeze my bound balls, commenting that
they looked  perfect for my Master. I thought as much myself, seeing as how my
balls brought  much joy and pleasure to  Master.

I watched, as he flipped the cap off of the tube and began to squeeze a white
 cream substance on both of my balls, adding a smidge of the cream to the tip
of  my thing as well. I felt so cool and it had an overwhelming mint
fragrance.

Shaun proceeded to return the tube to his pocket and then he began to rub the
 moisturizing cream into my skin. When he began working the cream into the
head  of my thing, he made a special effort to get some just inside the lips of
my  piss  slit.

No sooner had he finished and the cool sensation began to turn into one of
warmth. Shaun stood up and peered down on to my defenseless body, as the warmth
 turned into heat, searing heat.  He began laughing, just like some of the
instructors had done back at dad's school.  It was all a cruel fucking joke  to
him, the way he had seemed to comfort me with the cream and now I was
beginning to think that my body was on  fire.

Just milliseconds before I thought I was going to scream, I thought of my
life  as Master's slave and for some strange reason I withheld any and all major
outbursts of pain and suffering. I grit my teeth so tight that the only air I
 could get was through my nose. My subdued moans and groans didn't seem to
bother  Shaun in the least; as he continued exalting his status over  me.

Shaun left, but returned with Jordan; who was chained by his collar and left
to  kneel beside my thrashing body. Jordan's facial expression didn't seem to
change  much, if at all. I tried concentrating on his face; hoping to distract
myself  from the torturous pain. I'm guessing that Jordan thought I was a
whimp, as he  didn't seem overly concerned about my  condition.

After about thirty minutes, the burning sensation disappeared and I finally
was  able to get myself physically and mentally back in control. There was now,
only  the slightest glimmer of a smile on Jordan's face. What was he
thinking? Surely  he can understand how much pain I had just endured, or could he?
AND, why didn't  I see even the slightest indication of sadness on his face while
I suffered?  What's up with all of his instant personality  change?

Jordan finally sat down next to me and began to rub the remaining sweat into
my  skin. His hands felt much cooler than my body, but it was a welcome
change. He  began spooning the beads of sweat from my bald head, as he leaned over
and gave  my scalp a quick kiss.

I instantly decided, right then and there, that I wasn't going to waste time
on  trying to figure Jordan out. I had enough of my own concerns to deal with
and I  had to get them in some sort of a list; prioritizing them wouldn't be
to  difficult.  Number one on the list was to always please my Master by doing
what He expects of me. The other things on my 'to do list' would just have to
 fall into line, somewhere after pleasing  Master.

Mark, what can I say about Mark? I hadn't the faintest idea what Shaun was
doing  with him at this point, and I shouldn't have been to concerned but I was.
Later  in the day I would discover what Mark had been subjected to but for
now, it just  wasn't meant to  be.

Some minutes later, I don't know how long, but Mark's relatives came into our
 stall and the young son became instantly attracted to my body. He began
telling  his father that he wanted Mark to have the rods going through his thing,
"just  like this cum eating fag slave." It wasn't much later, until the kid
discovered  that my tongue had a pivot ball piercing and of course, his
"personal dick  sucking and shit eating slave" had to have one just like  mine.

As the kid got his hand beneath my body and pulled out my butt plug, he
seemed  appalled by the size of it. He replaced the plug with three of his fingers
and  began fucking my tunnel with them. Nothing but trash talk came out of his
mouth  the entire time.  "To bad you ain't getting your nuts removed boy,"
the kid  said to me, just as he spit on my face. "Bitch ass fags like you don't
deserve  to have nuts. If you was on our farm, I'd slice them off faster than
a greased  pig contest." The punk kid took both of my balls in one hand and
squeezed them  with all of his strength. Fuck, the kid was stronger than he
looked and I  thought my balls were going to burst. I wasn't about to let this kid
know that  he was creating pain beyond belief and I managed to surprise him
by doing  nothing more than to  smile.

The kid was still squeezing my balls with one hand and fucking my tunnel with
 his other; when I finally noticed the kid's father step up in front of
Jordan  and unzip his jeans. He command Jordan to " suck a real mans cock, you
worthless  piece of  shit."

I was beginning to think that my own family wasn't anywhere near as
dysfunctional as this bunch of fucking hillbillies.

I continued smiling at the boy, while Jordan surprised the father with what
was  probably the best fucking blow job he'd ever received.

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