Note to Reader: This story is about slavery. Its main characters are adults (18+), engaged in consensual and non-consensual activity. This story contains, but not limited to, sm, bd, torture,and body modifications just to mention a few. The story has been broken down into thirty chapters. Your comments are, as always, welcomed.
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Sail Away Chapter One
My high school years were the greatest. I had decent grades in all of my classes, had lots of friends; of which a handful were some of my closest. I never encountered a problem when it came to girls; in fact I probably had too many girlfriends throughout those fabulous four years of school.
I didn't have to get an after school or summer job; as my parents were well off and to put it bluntly... I was spoiled..
For as far back as I can remember, my mother always seemed to be the one to turn to whenever I wanted something. All of my needs were automatically taken care of, but it was my 'wants' that perhaps did me in.
A lot of the time, it was my 'wants' that caused my parents to get in to squabbles and heated discussions. My dad was the disciplinarian of the family and in my younger years, it wasn't unheard of if he'd taken a belt to my ass; but once I started going through those difficult puberty years the whippings came to a stop.
My father worked his way up the 'corporate ladder' from the ground up. But, truth be told, he knew from the beginning that he would one day run the ocean going shipping company, which had been started by his father and grandfather. It was always his intention, that his only son would one day run the company; keeping it forever in the family.
I never gave it much thought while I went to school. Hell, now that I've graduated, I still don't think much of the idea. I should have gone away to college, but with all the perks of living at home, I dismissed it as if it were the least of my worries; but my father didn't see it the same way I did.
Countless arguments ensued between my parents for the following year, after my graduation. Dad taking the point of view, that I either went to college or moved out of the house; while my mother seemed to enjoy having me around the house.
Free room and board, a great car and plenty of spending money would keep anybody living at home; well... at least it was my plan. I just figured that I would have plenty of time to learn all I needed to about the shipping industry... after I had my fill of freedom and loose women.
I was looking forward to my nineteenth birthday, as it had always been the one day of the year where I could have all of my friends over for a wicked cool pool party; not to mention some classy gifts. This year my birthday was on a Friday, so my mother set everything in motion for my party to be an evening party; with one of the kitchen ladies doing an outdoor cookout for me and all my friends.
Friday shows up, and I'm getting anxious having to hang around the house all day; trying to 'make believe' I'm having a good time helping out with all of the preparations and stuff. YUK!
The only drawback to having the party at my house was that it was going to be difficult for anyone to sneak beer or booze in; as my father was never far away, keeping a keen eye on everything that was going on. Perhaps after the party, I and some of the guys would find a way to quench our thirst in a more fitting manner.
The party was going great. The girls were in some awesome looking, skimpy swimsuits; showing the guys what they were missing. I began to feel a little out of my own element when I started paying attention to my male friends. It seems that some of them had taken up going to a gym and their bodies looked a hundred times better than mine. I'm not fat, but I sure don't have the six pack abs and bulging biceps like they do. I guess I'm just your average sort of teen with normal dimensions. Well, I will admit that I have a decent sized cock and low hanging nuts; but then some of my friends do also. Some of my friends were jumping in and out of the pool, when I noticed that they were wearing 'speedo' like swimsuits; really showing off their buff bods. Not being gay, which I always assumed that all gays wore speedo swimsuits, I began to wonder if they were gay. I quickly dismissed that thought as soon as I saw some of the girls start to hang all over their bodies.
It didn't take long before the 'rough housing' started in the pool and that's when those 'gay' thoughts came back into my brain. Over and over again, I felt hands grabbing at my ass and even my cock and balls. In return, I too, started grabbing nuts and cock, which seemed to be a normal thing this year in the pool. An occasional hand even found its way to my cock, and the phantom hand slowly rubbed it, causing my dick to swell to unimaginable proportions under my swimsuit. Each time I would turn around to see whose hand was rubbing my cock, the hand was gone and there was just no way of telling who the perpetrator was.
The party ended up being a great success, but without the chance to smuggle in any beer. Most of the guest left together, except the three or four boys who had worn the Speedos. They hung around, still in their swimsuits, helping the housekeeper to clean up the large patio area. I sat there; simply watching them all toil away like ants after honey.
Once the patio was clear and the hired help gone, the guys all came over to me and sat down in adjoining pool chairs. So as not to let any of the adults overhear anything; they all confessed to me that they were gay, and that for the entire years of high school, they'd all wanted to have sex with me.
I didn't really know what to say. They had been my friends forever. I was actually speechless for once, which caused them all to laugh; as my mouth just hung wide open. Finally I gathered my thoughts and told them that I wasn't upset that they were gay, and that I would never toss them aside. I enforced my response by telling them that the thought they all had about sucking my cock was appreciated, but I didn't feel, at this time, 'that having one of your male friends swallow you dick was the proper thing to be doing.'
They weren't upset that I held firm, even if the blowjobs would have been an added birthday present. They bid their farewells and we all agreed to hook up on Monday.
As I was about to go back inside the house, I heard my mothers car start up and drive away. I went inside to the sound of my father calling me into his home office.
I was about to sit on one of his leather chairs, when he told me to just stand in front of his desk. It was his tone of voice, which alerted me to the fact that this was going to be one of his more formal discussions; or how should I say... fatherly lectures.
"It seems as if you had a great party, and your friends seem quite nice as well." Dad began, still not smiling. "Your mother and I have been trying to find you something for your birthday, which could be of some use to you. But, there seems to be nothing available which is more appropriate for you than the gift we are giving you now."
I looked around the room, but nothing seemed abnormal or out of place, as my father again began speaking to me. "What your gift is, is not a material thing, son. As I sit here and look at you, I see a young man, well developed both physically and mentally. Your attributes will help you with the gift we are going to give you. In ten days time, your mother and I will be flying you out to California."
I began to get excited, as I thought they'd bought me my own Oceanside condo or something, which quickly I discovered wasn't to be the case.
"We are going to introduce you to our company's senior sailing captain. For ten months, you are going to be his shadow, his boy so to speak. You will learn what it takes to skipper an ocean going cargo vessel. You will learn every job, of every sailor on that vessel. As I and your grandfather did so many years ago, so too shall you. Your experiences aboard one of our cargo vessels will enlighten you, so that in the years to come you will know exactly what they have to go through, each and every day; as they are away from their family and friends."
My head sunk down to my chest, my mouth was dry, my eyes starting to water; and my mother was no where in sight to get me out of this mess.
"When you return, perhaps then you will have decided to continue your education instead of wasting your life lounging around the house, filling your time with computer games and nonsense.
Being a sailor is not easy task, and the men aboard any of our ships will tell you the same thing. You have no choice in the matter other than to move out of the house, far away from here; at which time you will also loose any of your god given rights to any inheritance which may befall you. Whatever you can take with you in your car, is all that you'll be allowed. What money you currently have is all that you will be allowed, as well. You will have to find a place to live, perhaps with one of the boys who just left; and you'll have to find a job to support yourself."
I almost felt myself, dropping to my knees; to plead my case, but I couldn't find it within myself to beg. For a split second, I almost turned away from my father; thinking I'd pack up and move out tonight.
However, the look my father was giving me wasn't one of anger, but one of concern and love for me. I knew he'd been right all these years, and that one day my 'easy street' living would have to come to a halt.
All I could do was to accept his 'offer' of a job. He stood up and came around from behind his desk; giving me a big hug and fatherly kisses on the forehead. "I'm proud of you son, very proud of you", my dad said as he continued holding me and rubbing my bare back. But his soft hands soon sent those waves of man to man contact to my brain, as I tried dismissing them instantly.
I couldn't figure out why I was having such thoughts, on this day especially. I politely broke his hold on me and quickly went to my room, as I needed to take care of my raging erection before it took over my thought process.
to be continued...
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