Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2005 23:02:25 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: SAIL AWAY PART 9

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Sail Away   Chapter Nine

I had faint hopes that my afternoon wouldn't have been to bad, or torturous,
let  alone humiliating. Little did I know, what torture was; not to mention
humiliating. After recovering from my cock being slapped and beaten by the
ship's deck hands, Daniel decided to have a bit more fun with  me.

He had  retrieved a hose, with a funky looking nozzle on the end of it; which
he  twisted, allowing water, lots of water, to flow from the hose. He quickly
aimed  the hose at my feet and the board to which they were attached to. The
powerful  force of the water began turning my body in circles. Daniel inched
his way  closer to me; which in turn placed more water against the board and my
feet;  turning me even faster. The increase in water pressure which was
actually making  contact with my feet began to sting my skin. At some point, Daniel
simply kept  the solid stream of water directed to the center portion of the
board, thus  giving my feet a respite. The sped with which I was turning was
truly  unbelievable. I had all I could do to keep my head and neck aligned with
the  rest of me.

Once, I'd reached whatever the speed was that Daniel felt appropriate; he
began  to move the hose up one of my legs; to a point where the stream of water
was  hitting my thigh, just below my entrapped nuts. I thought for sure that
sooner  or later my nuts were going to get flattened by the sheer force of
water.  Thankfully, for now, Daniel had opted to leave my most treasured parts
alone.  Back down the leg and up the other leg, Daniel went. If it hadn't been for
the  pressure from the stream of water, the coolness of the water would have
become a  relief.

Most  all of the deck hands had moved closer to me, taunting Daniel to aim
the stream  at my cock and balls. Daniel wasn't swayed by their comments,
thankfully. After  about ten minutes of this 'water torture', Daniel twisted the
nozzle closed and  told the deck hands to get back to work, 'lunch break's  over'.

Alone  now with Daniel, my sense of fear seemed to become more heightened.
His  hands were now on my body, slowing me down until I came to a complete
halt. I  began to feel some relief, however brief, as the blood was still rushing
through  my body trying to find its' way back into my lightheaded brain. I
hadn't  noticed, from where, but now Daniel was holding two large, black and
round,  objects in one hand. And, just a quick, he had hooked one each onto my
bound and  grossly separated nuts. Cupping my balls, he finally spoke; "well,
'boy', since  we can't fuck you or mark you until your owner gives us permission,
the one  thing I can do is to make you feel pain. Lots of pain; if you ain't
man enough  to take it. And, if you make a single sound, you'll set yourself
up for even  more pain." That said, and he let the two objects fall from his
hands. The pain  was excruciating and I almost screamed, but caught myself a
split second  beforehand.  My nuts were in agony, being pulled away from my body;
and the  way that my cock and balls were all connected together with the
steel bands,  everything hurt more than I'd ever felt before. "Your owner wants
your nuts'  hanging low 'boy' and this is the best way to do it. Well maybe not
the best,  but it'll do for now. But, you just stay there, while I fetch
something else for  your tanning  pleasure."

Daniel went over to the one shipping container, which he'd gone into many
times  before and returned with a weird looking arrangement of metal and wood. He
moved  behind me, which left me clueless as to what he was going to do. But I
can tell  you, that the object in question was clamped to the board I was
standing on; and  the upper portion of this weird object was placed directly into
the crevice of  my ass cheeks. He, Daniel, must have turned or cranked on
something; as I could  feel my cheeks begin to spread apart. The movement of air
over my naked, and  freshly bleached rectum felt quite nice, even if I say so
myself. I discovered,  after Daniel had stop spreading my butt, that I could
'almost' relax my legs  ever so slightly; which took some of the pressure off
of them. I guess that I  was resting some of my weight on what ever it was that
was spreading my ass  cheeks apart. It was a relief, none the  less.

Daniel  then took the hose into his hands once again; to which I began to
fear.   Thankfully Daniel only opened the nozzle to a forceful fine spray. The
water  landing on my body, gave the sensation that I was being attacked by
mosquitoes.  From head to toe, over and over again, Daniel kept up the onslaught of
what I  began to consider a 'water torture'. When he was satisfied, for
whatever reason,  Daniel shut down the flow of water and simply walked  away.

Left  alone, I was able to regain some of my normal thought processes. I
began to feel  the intense pain from having my nuts stretched with the heavy
weights; not to  mention that the water which was sprayed on me, was sea water and
as it dried,  my skin began to feel quite uncomfortable. The sun was shining
intensely into my  now exposed butt, which, combined with my freshly 'bleached'
anal region, made  matters that much more difficult to deal  with.

When  Daniel did return, he once again began clicking away with his digital
camera,  always making references that the photos were to be sent to my
'owner'. Somehow,  the word 'owner' didn't sit to well with me anymore, now that I
knew that the  owner and my dad were one in the same. I couldn't believe that my
father was  getting off at seeing photographs of me in such a demeaning and
helpless state  of being. I could only hope that he wasn't forcing my mom to
view the  pictures.

Shortly after Daniel left, Jordan appeared. He took a small hose and began
rinsing my body off, followed by a gently soapy sponge bath. The water was
cool,  and didn't come from the sea. It was a relief to me, physically and
mentally.  Apparently Jordan cared for me, even if it was only to a small degree; his
 efforts were much appreciated. When my body had gone through its' final
rinse,  Jordan once again sprayed me from head to toe, with the suntan mixture;
making  sure that he generously applied it to my snow white  rectum.

Once  completed, I was turned around facing the stern of the ship.  Looking
straight out, all I saw was the blue ocean, but looking down I could easily
see  the enema station; where, as I starred the men from the engine room began
to  arrive. I had never really had the chance to see them up close like this,
and I  must tell you that it was rather un-nerving. All of them had buzz cuts
on their  head, there was only a tale-tale patch of hair above each of their
cocks, but  the rest of their bodies were smooth like mine. They all stood
straight, as each  of them took up a place behind one of the little benches; which
they would be  laying on while getting their insides cleaned out. To my utter
surprise, or  better yet shock; I noticed that two of the five men didn't have
any nuts. My  mouth dropped wide open, as Jordan quietly explained to me that
every manslave  that enters the engine room will sooner or later have his
nuts removed. Jordan  continued to explain that any man that didn't get auctioned
off or purchased for  three sailings on the ship was sent to the engine room;
where he'd stay until  the ship reached a foreign port in northern Africa, at
which time he'd be sold  off rather cheaply as a slave for physical abuse and
some of the most demented  things a man can do to another human being. I now
began to understand why, for  the last two nights, I'd heard screaming and
crying come from the engine room.

Not long  after the last man took his position, Jordan went silent; as the
'first mate'  arrived. He slowly walked in front of each man and then he walked
slowly back  and forth behind the entire line of men. I'm almost certain that
he was doing  all of this for my benefit, as he kept glancing up in my
direction; which when  he did, I tried not to make any eye contact with him what so
ever. Daniel joined  the 'first mate' and they talked in hushed voices; soon,
however, they each had  a man bent forward onto a bench. Both of the men
dropped their shorts, standing  there for me to witness their nakedness. Two other
slaves instantly went to  work, palpitating the exposed male members' until
each of them was rock hard.  Both men now, to me, looked so different; as each of
them still had their pubic  patches, which now seemed so distant. Without a
word, without any condoms or  lubricant, they slammed their respective dicks
into the two waiting butts of the  men laying before them. Yelps and moans
erupted from the two unwilling men.  Daniel was riding the man like it was a normal
every day occurrence; simply  ramming every inch of his manhood all the way
inside. The first mate was doing  the same to his slave; fucking him like he
wasn't even human. The first mate  raised his head, catching me looking at the
action with my mouth still open,  saying to me; "soon 'boy' you will be feeling
the same as this piece of trash.  You will learn to beg to be fucked and you
will beg constantly to have a real  mans cock in your ass and mouth. You will
become nothing more than a place for a  real man to unload his seed, and you
will love  it."

My mind  began process what I'd just heard, as I continued to witness the
impalement of  the two slaves. Surely, he was just saying all of this to frighten
me. I knew  matter of factly, that Alan would have long since told me about
fucking another  man and how it made him feel. I couldn't visualize Alan
fucking or being fucked  by anyone, it just couldn't be so. Sucking cock and
kissing, sure; but not  sticking your dick into somebody's butt hole. Again, my
thinking was disturbed  by Daniel ranting a raving, as he began to breathe harder
and harder; finally  slumping over the sweaty flesh of the man he'd just raped.
The first mate let  out a few bellows of obscenities and he too drained his
body of  manseed.

After a brief moment, both men withdrew their cocks; fully coated in sperm
and  ass slime.  Two of the other slaves immediately knelt down and began
licking and sucking the two filthy cocks until each was clean. As I watched, my
stomach was churning; to a point where there was no way I could keep from
launching my stomach contents onto the deck. The fifth slave quickly assumed a
position on his hands and knees and began licking up the mess I'd just made on
the deck. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and passed out from the events
I'd just witnessed, combined with the fact that I'd broken out into a profuse
 sweat.

By  the time I came to, I was fastened down to the enema bench; feeling my
stomach  filling and the fine spray of water coming down from above; as it
washed away my  sweat/tanning oil covered body.  Several times my ass was filled
and  flushed, before I was released. They didn't even bother to remove the two
heavy  weights which had been previously attached to my nuts. As Jordan helped
me to  stand, I finally caught sight of my nutsack and saw just how effective
the  weights had been on my balls. Perhaps, if the balls weren't mine; I'd of
thought  the whole thing to be amazing, but my balls hurt badly and I knew
that the  weights weren't going to be removed any time  soon.

Turned  around, I came face to face with the first mate. He was staring at
me, as if he  was the face of death. He was totally naked and his cock was limp.
Daniel was no  where to be seen, which surprised me quite abit, not to
mention, it made me very  nervous.

At  first, not a word was spoken; as Jordan from behind me, placed his hands
on my  shoulders and applied a downward pressure. I could do nothing, except
to fall to  my knees; looking directly at the first mates cock and balls. The
smell was  something that I wanted to forget, as it wasn't anything I'd even
consider as  being manly. With one hand coming around to my face, Jordan raised
my snout ring  as the first mate so hurtfully told me he wanted me to lick his
balls. I didn't  move, at least not yet, and that caused me to get my face
slapped quite hard;  sending my nerve endings into overload.  While Jordan
regained control over  my ring, the first mate grabbed my head and pulled it into
his crotch. I  surmised that the order I was inhaling was the remnants of the
butt fuck which  had occurred earlier. After being told, once again, to lick
his balls, I was  helpless to do anything but. I could feel Jordan letting go of
my nose ring, as  it was now above my nose and my mouth was less than an inch
away from a mans'  nuts. I could feel the increased pressure that the first
mate was applying to my  head, and I didn't hesitate to open my mouth and let
my tongue out; touching  his nutsack. More encouragement, fearing more drastic
punishment and I was soon  licking this mans balls. The first mate began
talking as if he was entering some  sexual frenzy or something, and I was playing
the role of his bitch whore. The  name calling continued as I licked every
inch of his balls, and then before I  knew what was happening, I had one of his
balls in my mouth, as it rested up  against my new tongue piercing. More
encouragement, if that's what you'd call  it, and I had the second nut in my mouth;
thankfully remembering, to breathe  through my nose. Until Daniel spoke, I
hadn't thought he was observing all of  this; but in fact he was once again
taking digital photos.

The first  mate, pulled his hips back, extracting his balls from within my
mouth. As I  gasped for air, I opened my eyes to see his cock now totally
engorged with  blood. Tears began to make their way down my face, as his cock was
now pointing  at my lips and he was urging me, like I was some kind of slut, to
wrap my lips  around his shaft. My world, that I'd known, was ending. I was
about to be orally  raped, and I had no control over the situation. In order to
offset any type of  punishment, I opened my mouth as he brought his hips
closer to my face. All I  could think about was witnessing his raping another man,
and I was deathly  afraid he was going to ram his manstick down my throat,
choking me to  death.  Luckily for me, he knew of my non-existent experience in
sucking  cock and allowed me to just keep the first inch or two in my mouth; as
he  coached me through my first experience. He was like earlier in the day
when  Jordan was working my mouth with the latex cock, but this was real; this
was a  real man's cock, full of blood and nerves.  Now, Jordan was kneeling
beside  me, whispering instructions into my ear; as if he was coaching me on what
he  called the 'fine art of cock sucking'. My tears continued to rain down my
face,  as my mouth filled with choking amounts of saliva. Jordan never let up
his  constant barrage of cocksucking techniques; as I could also hear the
first  mate's voice speaking once again as if I was his whore boy. My entire
being went  blank, as I just knew that Daniel was snapping more pictures; soon to
be  transmitted via the internet to my father.  Three days ago, I'd of told
you  that I was ready to handle anything that my father could throw at me, as I
was  not one to easily give in. Now, for the first time that I can remember,
my  father was getting it his own way. I didn't have my mom to fall back on,
nor did  I have the convenience of my friends. All I knew right this moment, was
that I  had a cock in my mouth, covered in spit; with slim to no chance of
ever getting  my life back. And had I of known that up on the outer stairs,
leading to the  wheelhouse, were the deckhands; watching me being stripped of my
self worth,  would have made the whole situation that much more  humiliating.

"Now bitch, take my seed and swallow it!" the first mate shouted out; "Learn
your lessons well slave boy. You'll suck a lot more cock before you get your
ass  off of this ship!" He began laughing, a demonic laugh, as his sperm shot
from  his cock, mixing with my spit and sliding down my throat. Thankfully,
for me, I  was to scared to even notice the taste, if there was one; as he
finally withdrew  his shaft from my face. I knelt there in total disgust with
myself. Not a word  was spoken, as I continued to inhale copious amounts of air;
trying as I might  to get my emotions under  control.

As  a last gesture of humiliation, Daniel and the first mate began reigning
down  torrents of hot, smelly, piss all over my face; some of which splashed on
Jordan  and the deck.

Now left  alone with Jordan, I was once again rinsed off, soaped down and
doused with cold  water before being led back to my quarters.

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