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Sail Away Chapter Ten
The walk back to my bunk was painful and demoralizing. I had to actually crawl on my hands and knees, which made going down the three flights of stairs not only awkward, but dangerous. I suppose I'd been condemned to wearing the heavy nut stretching weights; as they swung back and forth with each clumsy attempt I made to move forward. The stairs were by far the worst, as the weights banged on each and every step; sending chards of pain from my nuts deep into my gut. The few times I faltered on the steps, Jordan was right there to prevent me from cascading down the metal stairs. And, if this wasn't bad enough... when we passed the engine room, the door was open; and I could easily see one of the slaves being struck across his back with a wide leather whip; amazingly enough, the slave never made a sound. I couldn't tell if the slave was one of those who had been castrated or not, but still; the scene was from some terrestrial place unknown to me.
I was kept on my hands and knees, while Jordan applied a soothing lotion over
every inch of my skin. When Jordan was rubbing the stuff on my balls, the sensation was too much for me and my cock sprang to life, my little cow bell jingling away. As I began to feel the cooling effects of the lotion, Jordan spoke to me. "'boy', you've got to stay like this from now on. Your owner has demanded that we make you feel not only like a sex slave, but also a being which is less than human. I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but if I don't then I too will be severely punished. There are a few more things in store for you, but I'm not at liberty to discuss them with you, but you will soon see for yourself. But, I want to at least tell you that I sent two quick emails out to the addresses that you gave me. If they respond to the emails, they will go into a special 'scrapper account' that I've worked through Daniels. He will have no idea that I've gotten them. They automatically delete once I've read them and closed my mail. They were both basically the same, as I told them that you were being held against your will and would be sold into slavery any day now. I took a chance, and looked at the website that shows what humans are up for sale or auction through your owners website. Your photos are already on there. And I mean all of them, including a few of you sucking the first mate's cock. I hope your mother doesn't know anything about that website, as it would be a rather difficult thing to see; especially the ones showing you getting your enemas."
As depressed as I was, I couldn't help but to raise my hand from the floor and lightly stroke Jordan's lower leg; as a gesture of appreciation and thanks for what he had done for me. I knew my time was getting short, on the ship; as tomorrow would be the day that the first helicopter would be bringing out my potential owner. If not tomorrow then perhaps I'd have to be placed into the auction circus; which I now know is the most degrading thing to be in, let alone see. Jordan had already mentioned some things about such auctions; and I think the one that scares me the most is that even some of the small villages pool their money and buy white slaves for the whole village or town. How sick is that? A white slave for God knows how many men, boys and perhaps women of all ages.
Daniel showed up, staring down at me and spoke with Jordan for several minutes. I overhead him mention something about tomorrow's visitors and what Jordan had to do before they arrived. After a brief silence, I felt Daniel take hold of my nutsack and gently rub each individual ball. My bell began to ring, which seemed to bring a short laugh from Daniel. "I see you like having your nuts played with 'boy'. Not to worry, I'm sure that your new owner will play with them a lot until he tires of them and has them cut off. A good sex slave has no use for balls anyway. As for you, your current owner is still thinking about having them removed before he sells you, which would bring him more money for your pussy ass. It sure is a shame that I can't show you how much pleasure your pussy gives to a real man, but since you seem to like sucking cock how's about sucking mine."
I was in shock at what I'd just heard. Daniel couldn't have been serious. Not
after everything that he'd put me through already. Certainly Daniel was not seriously thinking about ramming his big and thick manpole into my mouth. But, from behind, Daniel grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards, until I was kneeling upright. At first, all I could see was the surprised expression on Jordan's face but that changed when Daniel stood in front of me, his exposed cock standing at full attention; its' menacing size and girth just a fragment of an inch in front of my mouth. As Daniel reached down, grabbing my nose
ring, he ordered Jordan to scamper off to the mess hall and prepare my dinner.
Much like with the Captain's first mate, Daniel began his torment by slowly easing his dark skinned cock into my mouth, as he was now holding me by my ear
rings. Slowly he inched his way into my mouth until he reached my gagging point; whereby he withdrew his cock, only once, before he impaled me completely with his fuckpole. The more I squirmed and franticly flailed my arms, the louder Daniel's voice got, as he began calling me his 'little whore boy'. His laughter was so disgusting. Snot was oozing from my nose, my eyes were rivers of tears and foamy spit was seeping from the corners of my mouth, and still, Daniel continued to face fuck me until I almost passed out. Thankfully Daniel needed a body that was awake, to swallow his cum, thus he withdrew his cock as I sucked in lungs full of air.
It wasn't for a few seconds, and I had a hard shaft back in my mouth. I tried, hard as it was, to remember everything about sucking cock that Jordan had coached me on the day before. I finally began to accept the fact that I wasn't
going anywhere until Daniel was finished with me. It wasn't that sucking cock tasted bad; just the idea that I, a straight guy, was being forced to do it was beyond my comprehension. At least I wasn't doing this out in the open with an audience. I felt Daniel's hands release my ear rings as he cupped the back of my head. He continued slowly to increase the amount of his dick the felt I could handle. Soon, as with the first mate, Daniel had the entire length of his cock embedded into my mouth and throat. I was comfortably breathing through my nose, as Daniel began to rock back and forth; fucking my face. I thought of the one or two times that I'd had a girl give me a blowjob, and I discovered that I, myself, had been no where near as gentle as Daniel was being. I had either simply shoved my dick directly down the girls throat or the girl would end up scraping her teeth across my sensitive skin, causing me to lose my cool. Several minutes later and Daniel began the all too familiar 'male moaning ritual', indicating his sperm was nearing the end of it's' journey. It was odd, in a way, that I found myself actually comparing the taste of Daniel's sperm to that of the first mate's. I'd find out later in my life, that every mans sperm tasted different. I guess it was one of the things that I never thought about when one of the girls got a taste of mine.
Once Daniel had his shorts back on, he took a leash and led me out of my room. I was instantly alarmed when we began to enter the engine room. All of the slaves, naked, stopped what they were doing and watched as Daniel kept me moving until we reached some big piece of equipment. Daniel took his end of my leash and tied it to a large pipe, preventing me from moving to far. The noise in the room was loud, from the huge engines, which made it impossible for me to hear a single word Daniel and his friend were saying to one another. The only thing I could figure out was that whatever was being said must have been funny; as both men were laughing uncontrollably.
Daniel soon had me kneeling upright, and I thought I was about to suck his cock again. However, one by one, the slaves stood in front of me; presenting me with their own dicks, which once it was in my mouth they began to piss down my throat. Needless to say, I spat a lot of it out ( at first), until I was physically reminded of my 'destiny in life'. I began to swallow almost every spurt and splash of male piss, much to the amusement and pleasure of Daniel. Daniel and his friend were the last two, to relieve themselves, and I was glad that this part of my so called 'training' was over.
Jordan arrived, carrying a shiny bowl. No sooner had he set it down in front of me, had I discovered that the bowl contained my dinner. As the slaves went back to their respective jobs, Jordan, Daniel and Daniel's friend stood there waiting and watching; just to see what I would do. And, I really didn't know what to do; at least not now, not without a fork or spoon. The food in the bowl had been all cut and chopped up into small bite sized pieces. There was some kind of meat and a lot of vegetables. Although it didn't look appetizing, it sure smelled good. When I lifted my head, in Jordan's direction, he simply nodded his head up and down; in what could have been best described as an exaggerated motion. I watched as Jordan put his hand out and dropped his mouth to his hand. God, did they now expect me to eat like a dog from the bowl? In quick fashion, Jordan was kneeling beside me, and in fact, whispered into my ear that I was to only use my mouth to eat, not even able to use my hands. As hungry as I was, not to mention the smell of the meal making my stomach growl, I slowly lowered my head into the large bowl. At first I found it difficult to eat, having to find a way to open my mouth without getting my nose ring in the way. But soon I discovered that once I dragged my face backwards through the bowl, my ring would move out of the way. Now that the ring wasn't a problem, I decided to just keep my face buried in the bowl; which, made it easier than having to move my nose ring each time I wanted to take a bite of food. I was almost finished, when Jordan moved just a little bit; and to my surprise he had exposed his own cock and began pissing into my food. This was getting way out of hand. One minute Jordan is nice to me, beyond thanks, and the next minute he is acting just like the other men aboard ship. I had a hard time coming to realize that if Jordan didn't do what he was told to do, and then he'd receive a severe punishment; which to this day I have never held any of it against him. Daniel must have been satisfied with my 'training'; as he had Jordan take me back to my room.
Thankful to be in my room, with only Jordan; I just wanted to lay on my bunk and sleep away this nightmare. Jordan, however, had been given further instructions. He produced another bowl, this one filled with clean, cold water and told me that I'd have to learn to drink from a bowl as well; and to practice with each spare minute I had. Man wasn't meant, nor designed; to lap water from a bowl and it took a long time before I got the 'hang' of it. My bladder was near it's bursting point, which didn't go unnoticed by Jordan; who simply placed a pail beneath my cock and balls. After a minute or so, of embarrassment, I was able to relax myself enough so that my piss began flowing. I thought my piss would never stop, mindless to the fact that I'd swallowed enough piss already to satisfy Daniel's need for pleasure.
It wasn't until the first mate arrived, that I remembered the 'daily chat' sessions. Again, same as last night, I knelt there and listened to him carry on
a one sided conversation. He didn't even ask me if I had any questions or a desire to speak my mind. The man just went on and on about a slaves life and how in the near future that my life would be filled with more 'diverse activities' once I was properly owned. I wondered just how 'diverse' my life would become. Nothing over the past two days was 'normal' to me, and surely nothing on this planet could be any where near as bad as sucking cock, drinking piss and being kept in the condition these men were keeping me in.
All I knew, all I wanted, was to get up onto my bunk and sleep this day away.
The more my knees hurt, from kneeling, the more resentment I was gathering towards my dad. And, after another 'chat' with the first mate, I was becoming more informed about my father's activities. Just how many men, slaves, had my
dad bought and sold? How many of his so called business trips were related to the slave trade? How in the world could he have kept all of this from my mom? And, to top it all off, everything he was doing was legal in the states and in ninety percent of other countries in the world.
When Jordan was ordered out of the room, I became fearful for myself. I didn't want to be left alone with this man, this diabolical sadist. As Jordan walked passed me, he stopped to rub my head and to tell me to be 'a good little boy'. The first mate quickly shucked his clothing and knelt down right in front of my face; allowing me the only view I now had, the one of his butt. When
I saw him use his two hands to spread his butt cheeks, I thought it was just
some sick sense of humor he was displaying. But the words 'get your fucking mouth on my asshole 'boy', dispelled any 'humor'. I was scared to death, almost wanting to cry and plead for mercy. Although I did begin to cry profusely, I didn't speak. Another command, followed by a threat of castration, sent my face into his butt; my lips lightly resting on his anal opening. I listened carefully, and followed every word of direction the man gave me. I was so humiliated, and intimidated, that I hadn't noticed if in fact there was a special odor or taste to the mans asshole. I licked it, kissed it and put my tongue in it; fearing the worst. "Damn, 'boy' you're owner is going to just fucking love these pictures"; were the words that sent shock waves through my body. Daniel had observed the entire scene!
My face was removed from the asshole, or was it the asshole removed from my face. Dressed and out the door, just as Jordan came back in; knowing full well
what I'd just been forced to do.
Jordan helped me up, and onto my bunk. He stripped naked and lay on his bunk,
turning off the lights. I continued to cry, attempting to keep my whimpers to a minimum. Several minutes later, Jordan was kneeling beside me, wiping away my tears. My whole mind and body were feeling as if I'd been caught up in a tornado. My nuts hurt, my body piercings were killing me and my dose of human degradation was compounding the physical pain.
"Quiet 'boy'," Jordan began, "listen up. Sucking ass is a normal thing for slaves. You'll get used to it. Just be glad he didn't shit in your mouth! You had an easy day today, and tomorrow will be a tough day for everyone. So you better relax and get some sleep. You fuck up tomorrow and you will find yourself permanently assigned to the engine room. Now, for the good news. I just checked and your mom hasn't replied to my email, but your friend did. He is raging mad, and he says that he even went to the slave auction website and saw all of your pictures. He could hardly recognize you without clothes and hair. He wants to go see your father, but he isn't sure just yet how to do it, without getting you into more shit. He did, however, tell his dad about it, which apparently didn't set to well with him either. He likes your body piercings though, and liked the look of your cock and balls all smooth and bound up. He said that he'll do whatever he can to help you and that he would send out another email first thing in the morning. Good thing for you that there is a four hour time difference between him and you. That gives him a good head start on coming up with some way to help you. Now, get some sleep or we'll both get our asses tanned by the whipmaster."
Jordan raised my nose ring and gave me a long and sensual kiss; to which I responded by opening my mouth and accepting his tongue. The longer he kissed me, the more pain and discomfort I began to feel in my cock and balls; as they must have been reacting to the sexual part of my brain. I couldn't fuck him even if I had a desire to do so, not with all the steel on and around my cock. Jordan finally broke the kiss, and kissed his way down my torso; ending with two gentle kisses on my nuts. He crept back onto his bunk and left me there to ponder the day's activities and to digest the news he'd gotten from Alan.
I could feel sleep overtaking my body, as I clung to the thought of Alan coming to my rescue. My thoughts went back and forth from Alan to Jordan. From Jordan to Alan. Had the last two days, begun to change my thought process? Did I like Alan as a friend and was I beginning to like Jordan more than just a friend? Sleep finally won out, as I was re-visiting the words of the first mate..."You'll suck cock like a whore and be fucked like a bitch in heat and you'll love every second of it."
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