Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2005 09:29:53 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: SAIL AWAY PART 6

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Sail  Away   Chapter  Six

I never could tell the time of day unless I was able to look at my watch, so
being that I was in this god awful predicament time was beginning to become
meaningless. However, I did know that we were heading south; as the sun was
always on my left side; and if we were heading south, that too, would mean that
 the further south we traveled the air would become cooler, as the summer in
the  northern hemisphere would mean the late fall once we passed the  equator.

Jordan kept me walking around the huge cargo containers, for what seemed
hours.  My pale skin was turning pink, as the cow bell kept me aware of my
situation. I  kept trying to find ways to talk to Jordan but none seemed feasible,
unless I  dare risk the punishment that I would incur should I be found to be
talking. On  many occasions, some of the ship's crew would come by; checking the
containers,  but I think they just enjoyed slapping my ass and taking the
time to speak with  Jordan. One or two of them even managed to stir my anger by
yanking on the  leash, causing my fresh piercing's to signal pain. Their
conversations with  Jordan were all about me. It appears that they were hoping that
I wouldn't be  sold or auctioned off to soon; as they all wanted to be the
first one to poke  their cock up my ass. If that was the case, and from what I'd
already learned,  the first two or three ports are going to be the best places
to sell me off as a  'virgin'; and if I was still aboard ship after that, the
crew had ways to decide  who would take my 'cherry' first.  I'm positive,
now, that what Jordan is  going through cements my conclusions as fact. He has
been on one full journey  aboard this vessel and he's still here; and the crew
apparently gets to fuck him  just about anytime they have available; that is,
unless the Captain has his eyes  set on fucking  Jordan.

Jordan broke our routine, leading me towards the stern. I knew that Daniel
would  be there waiting for us; and I wasn't wrong. Jordan handed the leash over
to  Daniel, who led me to the metal frame device. I coaxed me to spread my
legs even  further apart, as he guided me over the frame. His commands were soft
spoken  ones, as he really had no reason to yell at me. Once I was in the
proper  position, over the frame; Daniel had me lean forward so my chest was flat
 against the widest part of the contraption. He then proceeded to lift my
legs,  one by one, and place them on would I might describe as some kind of knee
support; which caused my exposed butt to be higher than my head. His snappy
commands to Jordan, soon had my limbs and chest secured to this frame device.
The only bad part about this device was that there wasn't any support for my
head; which just hung face down, staring at the ships  deck.

Daniel began speaking to me, but I was unable to see what he was talking
about;  however, I did know that I wasn't going to be pleasant, because Jordan was
told  to stand directly in front of my body and place his hands on my upper
back. I'm  sure that if I'd raised my head, I would have been starring directly
into the  slave's cloth covered crotch.

As I felt a coolness from something moist touch my butthole, I tried to
concentrate on what Daniel was saying to me. "Now 'boy', I'm going to start your
cleaning process. I'm about to put a small hose up your ass and then you'll
feel  your insides stretch; as I must inflate a balloon to keep the hose from
sliding  out. The hose will work its way deeper and deeper inside you, until
think your  guts are going to bust. I'm going to give you a nice warm and
medicated enema,  this time, so you'll not be feeling too much discomfort. But after
today, you'll  be expected to take your daily cleaning like a true slave. Any
bitching or  moaning about it will send you down below for one of my more
intimate sessions  of  discipline."

For one millisecond, I felt a hot stabbing pain; screaming as loud as I
possibly  could, didn't help any either. "Easy boy, easy boy", said Daniel, "I only
put a  spreader inside your ass just an inch or two, which helps me get the
hose in."  Jordan kept his hands on my shoulders, pressing down even harder; as
I now heard  hollering and hoots from the ships crew. Little did I know that
my humiliation  was being witnessed by so many men.  I'd venture to say that
even the  Captain, high above in his perch, was glaring down at me; marveling
at my  expense, the degradation I was  undergoing.

The next sensation to overcome my brain was the knowledge that something felt
as  if it was starting to crawl inside my ass. The 'spreader', so called, was
 removed and although my ass muscles seemed to return to normal, I could feel
 that something was still inside me. "Now steady 'boy', I'm going to inflate
your  balloon. It just might hurt some, until the fluid starts pumping into
you."  Jordan added even more downward pressure onto my shoulders, as the sound
of a  motor filled my ears. A few seconds later, the balloon was beginning to
enlarge;  stretching me from the inside out. I grit my teeth, trying to hold
back any  vocal sounds that my brain might want to have me make. "Now this
isn't so bad is  it?" asked Daniel. "I've got about another three quarters of an
inch yet to  inflate, and then you can  relax."

RELAX!! How in the world am I supposed to relax when I'm getting my ass torn
up?  I could feel the balloon expanding, and it wasn't a pleasant experience
what so  ever. I don't know if normal day to day things like this go on with
gay men, but  this certainly didn't seem to be something that I'd want to do
ever again. Just  having a doctor stick a finger up my ass is bad enough, but
this was  excruciating and humiliating all at the same time.

I tried my best to take deep breaths, as my insides were expanding. It
somehow  seemed to help, not to mention the smooth hands of Jordan pressing firmly
against my flesh. I closed my eyes, thinking about my mom and of Alan.
Transferring my thoughts seemed to make the whole experience that much easier to
tolerate. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as my body piercings and the heavy cock
 ring and other stuff, but just the knowledge that I'm being prepared for a
sale  made me  ill.

The motor noise changed, deeper, and I began feeling the liquid being slowly
pumped down my ass. It burned a little, as I was reminded that the first
infusion was treated with a mild pain killer. The discomfort in my stomach soon
turned into pain which in turn caused me to panic. I wanted to do something,
anything, which would free me from my current position; but the restraints
were  well placed and secure. Daniel offered a few meaningless words of
encouragement  and Jordan's hands slowly began to massage my shoulder muscles; which
helped a  little bit, taking my mind, briefly, off of the discomfort.

The motor shut off and Daniel told me that I'd be left in this position for
about fifteen minutes. According to him, he hadn't pumped much cleaning
solution  into my ass and that the feeling I had was quite normal. There was no way
I  could challenge what he had just said. I was left to accept his words as
the  truth, the whole truth.

Before long, the fine mist of water was cascading over my body from above. At
 first the water was warm, apparently from the sun heating the pipes, but all
too  soon the water turned cooler. If I hadn't been in such a state of fright
and  fear, I'd most likely would have enjoyed the cool spray acting as a
temporary  reprieve from the hot sun. Each time I experienced a cramping in my
gut, I  twitched; which in turn sounded the bell dangling from my cock head ring.
The  knowledge that the bell was acting as some kind of signal to others was
just  another means of assuring myself that my life was indeed  changing.

Jordan backed away from me, picking up a hose and nozzle; similar to those
used  around the yard, but a little larger in diameter. He stood off to my right
side  and waited until Daniel had deflated the balloon and allowed me to
release the  liquid and sludge from within the confines of my body. Once the
eruption from my  ass had ceased Jordan made quick work of hosing down my ass
followed by washing  off the ships deck. The balloon was quickly re-inserted and my
anal cavity was  once again filled with liquid cleaning agents. I could tell
just by the length  of time the motor was running that I was taking more than
the first time.  However, I didn't seem to feel it as much as I first did. It
must have been the  drugs from the first filling that now caused me not to
feel to  badly.

I didn't flinch or twist as much after the first 'filling'. I don't remember
hearing my bell making any noise either. The one thing that I remember and
must  have enjoyed was when someone with a greased up hand took hold of my
dangling  cock and stroked it to full erection; before releasing it.  It was almost
 erotic, had it not been for the circumstances surrounding the event. I
thought,  briefly, that it was Alan; who had more than once told me how much he
would have  loved to stroke me to climax; but knowing full well that Alan had no
idea about  my new life or  existence.

After the fifth or sixth time of expelling the cleaning agents and my
excrements  Daniel judged my innards as being acceptably clean. I was released from
my bonds  and once brought to an upright position Jordan turned the hose on me
once again;  this time starting at my bald head working his way down to my
toes. He followed  up by scrubbing my entire body with a coral sponge and a bar
of awful smelling  soap.  After my final rinse, Jordan led me around the back
of the ship  until the air had dried my  skin.

I had begun to lose every concept of time, as Jordan led me back down the
three  flights of stairs. I hadn't realized how much time had actually passed
until  Jordan said that it was time for my evening meal. He led me back into 'my'
room.  He turned me around and helped me sit on my thinly mattressed bunk. I
had no  idea why he reached under my bunk and pulled out a rather long chain
and steel  cuff; but he did, and he attached it to my right ankle and locked it
in place.  He then and only then told me that the chain was to prevent me
from getting up  and walking about the ship; which might result in my falling
overboard and  nobody would have noticed. I was never to go anywhere on this
vessel unless I  was  escorted.

I soon recognized just how thankful I was that my blood stream had been
filled  with pain medication. Jordan left and quickly returned with an ice cold
bottle  of water and a rather large bowl of jello and a smaller bowl of pudding.
The  drugs had deadened not only my anal cavity but my entire body. My tongue
had  swelled, expectedly, from my tongue piercing and until the swelling
rescinded I  wasn't going to be fed anything to difficult to pass over my tongue.
Jordan sat  opposite me, on a bunk, while I fed myself. The jello tasted
delicious as did  the pudding. I hadn't realized just how much I needed to eat until
every scrap  of food was gone.  Jordan sat in silence, the entire time, just
watching me  and smiling. He wasn't a bad looking man, and I thought of Alan
and Jordan  together in the passionate throws of man on man sex. I knew that
Jordan was  someone who could fulfill the heightened sexual needs of Alan; and
that brought  a smile to my face, however  brief.

Jordan took away my food tray, explaining that it was time for himself to
eat;  and that I'd soon be having my one hour of free talk. Jordan wasn't wrong
about  my hour of talking, except that I didn't get much of a chance to say a
word. The  first mate did all of the talking, for which I was most grateful. My
swollen  tongue would have prevented me from properly enunciating my words. I
continued  to learn and absorb any and all the information I could from the
first mate.  Hopefully, regardless of how remote, I could get Jordan to help me
get word to  the outside world about my situation; now that I knew that there
was a computer  aboard this vessel which some of the regular (paid) seamen
used to communicate  back home with their families. It seemed that this would be
my one and only  chance at alerting someone, anybody at all, that I was to be
sold into legal  slavery as a sexual  servant.

The first mate left, and I was alone for quite some time; before Jordan
reappeared. I was surprised to find out that just he and I would be the only two
men in this room for the night. Not that I wanted anyone else with me, but I
just knew that there were four bunks and thought that they'd be filled. Jordan
 quickly shucked his shorts and lay on his bunk, and I followed his example.
He  reached between his and my bunk and pushed a button on the wall which
turned off  the lights; leaving our room in near total darkness, except from the
light which  filtered in through the open door  way.

For the first time all day, I could reflect on the entire days' events. I
couldn't help but to feel like a prisoner, with my ankle chained to the steel
bed frame. As my brain slowed down, I began to really feel my new body. The
heavy rings were awkward feeling, to say the least. The sensations in my nuts
was beginning to agitate me just a bit; as each nut seemed like it wanted to be
 released from the steel band surrounding each of them.  The large ring in
my nose was now lying on both my lips and above all else, seemed to be the
reining feature setting me apart from all the other men aboard the vessel. My
dickhead ring was still quite painful, as Daniel said it would be. With my eyes
closed, I didn't see Daniel as he stood in the doorway, staring towards my
darkened location, nor did I hear or see Jordan get off of his  bunk.

My body was racked with pain, discomfort and adorned with jewelry and least
of  my problems was that my entire body was now hairless. How could I have been
so  retarded not to see something like this coming long before today? I began
to  mentally abuse my father with verbal retaliatory comments. Even had he
been here  with me this instant, I would have said the same things to him, eye
to eye.

Again, something or someone disturbed my personal thought process. I felt
something cool on my body, mainly my sore piercings. Jordan had gone to Daniels
space and returned with the ointment for my body. He began speaking to me
ever  so softly, almost sensual, as he anointed my sore nipple rings with the
cool  ointment. I kept my eyes closed, trying not to let the feelings become
real.  More than once I could feel Daniels lips, kissing different parts of my
chest.  In some ways it felt nice, but not as good as when some girl was in heat;
 wanting and needing me to fuck her with my  manstick.

Several times Jordan spoke quietly into my ear; sometimes they were words of
a  sexual desire of his, and other times he was telling me of what he knew to
be my  immediate future; as in tomorrow and the next day.

Jordan lifted my cock gently and began soothing away the discomfort with the
ointment, regardless if my cock was beginning to show its' appreciation or
not.  Before I realized what was happening, Jordan's tongue was lapping at my
two  firmly bound and separated balls. I hated to admit it to myself, but it
really  felt awesome. But, the ecstasy lasted only a minute or two. Jordan moved
back up  to my head and began filling in the blanks about the next two days. I
knew it  wasn't going to be as painful, but perhaps more humiliating than
anything  else.  I wanted so much to speak to him, about myself and my hopes that
 he'd help me with getting word out about my situation; but a faint bit of
youthful wisdom prevailed, at least for tonight and I simply lay there taking
in  the seemingly harmless affection Jordan was bestowing on  me.

When Jordan began gently applying the ointment to my nose ring, he also
lifted  it up and allowed it to rest on the bridge of my nose. The sensation of
metal  moving through my face like it did had an adverse effect on all of the
attention  he'd given to me thus far. Jordan must have felt or noticed my body
tense up and  he immediately went to stroke the sides of my face. His hands felt
as smooth as  glass and the tension I had amassed from the nose ring seemed
to pass right  through my face and leave through his soft hands. The next thing
that happened  to me, caught me by total surprise; as Jordan placed his lips
directly on mine  and gave me a soft peck like kiss. I opened my eyes, as he
raised his head  meeting my gaze eye to eye. He began to use his hands to
stroke my smooth head,  as he returned his lips to mine. I closed my eyes in
disbelief. How could this  be happening to me? Two men kissing like this, and one
isn't gay. Briefly, I  found his kissing repulsive, but soon dismissed the
thoughts as I feared my  temper would get me into major trouble.  Jordan's hands
left my scalp and  worked their way down to my shoulders and arms before coming
to rest just above  my cock; all the while, his lips never receded from my
lips and I could feel his  tongue trying to make entry into my mouth. The instant
one of his hands began to  gently manipulate my nuts; I opened my mouth as if
in protest; which only  allowed Jordan the opportunity to lance my mouth with
his tongue. I couldn't  refuse his advances; as I would hope that my
submissiveness would allow me to  enlist him in my plans. I didn't have to concentrate
on what Jordan was doing to  me, with me. I began to feel like a man again,
as I took my two hands and placed  them upon the back and side of Jordan's
head. Gay or not, if this is what Jordan  wanted or needed, I was determined to
give it to him. I thrust my own tongue  outward, engaging us both in what one
could assume was the hunger of desire. I  held his head in place, as if he was
some girl that I might have been trying to  coax into sucking my dick or
letting me fuck her. Jordan began to make sounds as  if he was becoming emotionally
charged. I released my grip on his head and he  slowly withdrew his tongue and
beamed down at me. I could feel his erection, as  his body continued pressing
against mine, and that repulsed me to some extent.  Didn't he have any
concerns or consideration for me and my own  lifestyle?

Jordan moved away from me as he stood up next to my bunk. I could sense that
he  was most likely jerking himself off and the short, fast volleys of sperm
landing  on my face confirmed my suspicions. "Good night 'boy'," was the last
thing I  heard as Jordan returned to his bunk and fell quickly into slumber
land. With  what had just occurred, combined with the rest of the days madness
gave me  plenty to think about as I too, fell fast asleep; to have dreams or
nightmares,  which only time would tell.

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