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Sail Away Chapter Eleven
I don't know why, but once I'd fallen asleep, nothing caused me to dream or to have nightmares. The short amount of time that I was given to sleep was a blessing. I really must have been totally exhausted.
I found myself being woken up by Jordan and Daniel. I sensed that something was already a lot different today than it was yesterday morning. The first thing that comes to mind, was the noise from the engine room. It was no where near as load as usual. It was now, sounding as if the engines were barely running; hell, even the floor beneath my feet wasn't even vibrating. The second thing that I remember was the coolness of the air as I crawled my way up the long flights of stairs, which once on deck, revealed that it was still dark outside. The now familiar ache on my nuts had returned. The huge ring dangling from my cockhead was hurting as were all of the other piercings. The heavy, spiked, cinch ring around my balls and dick had rubbed my skin raw in several places. And to make things worse, today was supposed to be the day that my father has scheduled for some freaks to 'inspect' me like I'm some piece of horse flesh.
Just before we got to the stern of the ship, several quartz lights came on, making the entire area as bright as day. Thankfully there was nobody else there; just the three of us. I figured that I'd have to get all clean inside and out for these bastards, and I wasn't wrong. However, to my surprise, Jordan was also laid over one of the enema benches and he, too, was hosed out by Daniel. I began to feel sorry for him, now that I knew that he could easily be sold to some fanatical sadist and end up with his nuts cut from his beautiful body. After the degrading enemas, Jordan and I were instructed to wash each others body. Jordan took command and washed me first and he did it with a lot of feelings. Once or twice, I caught a glimpse of his face; which appeared to show sadness mixed with fear. We both knew of our respective fates, made possible by my father.
When it was my turn to wash Jordan, I did so with respect. I had no intentions to make him feel anything other than those of having another person bath him. I did, however, struggle with my own emotions when it came time to wash his privates. I dare not falter or cause Jordan any undue harm. I gathered up my wits, put my macho attitude aside, and carefully washed every inch of his cock and balls. I was thankful that he didn't flinch, and more thankful that I showed no signs of hesitation.
Afterward, Daniel oiled both of us up, and paid special attention to my raw skin; applying a separate ointment all around where the spikes had been stabbing. I was hoping and praying that he would touch any of my rings, but he rather mercilessly turned and twisted each and every one of them; wiping them down with solvent, knocking away any built up crusting.
By now, Jordan was completely dry and I was well on my way to becoming dry; as I noticed Daniel with that same box from the first day I had arrived. What Daniel brought out of the box, was beyond belief; let alone comprehensible as to why my father had demanded such things. The four steel bands looking intimidating. My ankles and wrists were soon captured in these heavy bands. They almost seemed to glitter under the illuminating quartz lights. All the while Daniel remained speechless, as if he had a job to do; which had been choreographed down to the very minute of each of his actions. What if my new owner didn't want the cuffs on me? I suppose with the proper tool, a person could release the self locking mechanism. I couldn't imagine having one placed around my neck; but that too was soon a figment of my imagination. My pink leather collar was removed and a wide collar was locked into place, nearly squeezing my Adams apple. Next, came the pink shorts. I was made to step into them, and Daniel pulled them up to the narrowest part of my waist. He stuck his hand inside the front opening and fished my package out, until it and the spiked ring were totally exposed. The look on Jordan's face told me what I feared the most. The shorts were just a decoration, assigning me the rank of 'virgin' pussyboy. Everyone and anyone could see straight through the material. Daniel pushed my shoulders forward, and I found myself bending over at the waist. The next sensation I felt was Daniel making final adjustments to my shorts, so that my asshole could easily be seen and inspected when I was in this position. I was expecting his finger to make its way into my butt. However, all I felt was something cold and slippery; which I took to be some form of anal lubricant being forced into the depths of my bowels. Daniel did the same thing to Jordan's ass, which I did catch a glimpse of, noting that it seemed to be a clear substance from a large nondescript metal can.
The sun slowly began to rise and the cool night air seemed to instantly turn to hot and humid. As the temperature rose, along with the sun; so did my fears of what lay ahead. Jordan and I, one by one were led over to the steel frame. A chain was hooked into my collar, at the back and my wrists were brought up behind me and chained to two rings on either side of my collar. A steel bar was placed at my feet, which were then spread out until they were at the ends of the bar; making for easy attachment and a painful spreading of my legs.
Daniel left both Jordan and myself like this, as he sauntered off and didn't return for some time; apparently he'd gone below to eat his morning meal. That did not, however, prevent other deck hands from coming up to both of us and
making snide remarks or ruthless comments. Had I of been free to use my hands and feet, I would have most likely taken all of them on, even if it would have meant me getting a severe beating. I think that they would have kept on tormenting us, had it not been for the loudspeaker announcing to the men to abandon their scornful mannerisms.
Alone, Jordan quietly told me that he'd gone through this procedure so many times over the last couple of years that it didn't faze him anymore. He simply
stated that what the men were saying was partially true and that I shouldn't
take offence to it. No matter what Jordan said, no matter how long he continued trying to get me to calm down; nothing seemed to work, until I caught sight of Daniel walking towards the two of us.
As before, his silence was deafening. He was carrying two plastic bottles with long tubes coming off of the top of each. Simply stated, he placed one of the tubes into my mouth and squeezed the contents of it, into my mouth. The taste wasn't bad at all. I tasted like a creamed egg, sausage and toast, all which had been blended together and made into a liquid by adding water. I know it sounds gross, but when you don't get to eat much, let alone what you want to eat; any sustaining food is acceptable.
When I finished sucking the last bits of meal from the tube, Daniel fed Jordan in the same manner. He simply smiled and walked off. I began to wonder just what the fuck was really going on now. Deck hands yelling and hooting at us, Daniel giving us the silent treatment and nobody was getting reprimanded or punished for anything, nothing at all. Jordan remained silent now, as I moved my head around the best I could, scouring the horizon and watching the ship move ever so slowly through the waters; barely making a wave.
After the sun had completely risen, I finally saw two dots off in the distance, on the water. I heard nothing, as I'd been expecting to hear the roar of helicopters at any time. I was mesmerized, watching the two dots get closer and closer. On the other side of the ship, I could just barely make out land. I had no idea what 'land' it was, as I hadn't much paid attention to time, speed and related distances, since I'd been aboard the 'ship from hell'.
I turned back looking for the two dots, and finally I focused in on them; noticing that they were getting closer. For the longest time we hung there like chickens in a Chinese restaurant. Daniel did come out, once, and sprayed us both lightly with his concoction of tanning oils. At least the odor from the oils was a brief reprieve.
Noticing the distance closing between us and the two 'dots', I soon discovered that the dots were actually ships. Closer and closer they got, as both Jordan and myself began to sweat under the rising sun. I couldn't do any more than to shake my head and blink, trying to get the sweat out of my eyes. Minutes later, I detected four objects moving in our direction, in front of the two other ships. As the minutes passed, the four objects came into clear view. They were four launches from the two ships. They approached rather fast, as their size become more evident.
Daniel came back to us with two bottles of water, which he once again had to squeeze into our mouths. I wasn't sure, but suspected that the water was tainted; as the taste wasn't all that pure. Perhaps he'd laced the water with piss or some other vile substance.
Twenty minutes later and the four small craft were along side the ship, and the occupants were being helped up the ladder onto the deck. I'm sure that their presence wasn't what caused Jordan's and my cock to stiffen up. Now, I'm guessing that it was something in the water that has caused this physical reaction. My cock was straining to rise even higher than it already had. The shear weight of my Prince Albert was becoming unbearable. I quickly glanced at Jordan to see him standing perfectly still, with his eyes closed. One might think he was hoping he'd be bought today, rather than endure a public auction or
even worse; having to be castrated and sent off to some third world country to be tortured just for someone's pleasure.
We were soon joined by the slaves from the engine room. They formed a line in
front of us, leaving an aisle way of about eight feet. All of the slaves stood upright, hands behind their heads with their feet spread wide; leaving their cocks and balls (three of five still had them) to hang grotesquely between their legs. None of them had hard dicks; they just dangled freely; moving with the minimal motion of our ship.
A brief commotion erupted when the sound of a helicopter approaching sent Daniel and others forward to what must have been some designated area for it to set down on the ship. While Daniel was gone, the men from the smaller vessels came forward and walked between the row of slaves and us. I was mortified when every single one of them ran their hands up and down my body, fondling my cock and even making my little cow bell ring. Several of them even went behind Jordan and I to pry our butt cheeks apart and inspect our holes. There were about six or seven men, which I had to endure their manipulations, thankful that none of the uttered much of anything. Once or twice I thought somebody was about to ram a finger up my ass, but thankfully that didn't occur. I was surprise by how many of them fondled my balls, making short one word comments. Several of them even squeezed my nuts, which sent pain radiating throughout my guts. The youngest of the visitors, maybe seventeen years old, had gotten down on his knees to look closely at my balls, before he licked them in plain sight of all the others. From the words spoken, I quickly 'assumed' that he was the son of one of the other adult men. Their was some joking amongst them, followed by laughter.
Several of the standing slaves were put through a more rigorous inspection. They had fingers shoved up their butts, had their skin slapped and their cocks pulled and twisted. The youngster even got his chance to 'play' with the slaves. Not being able to see, but able to visualize; the young man must have had more than just one finger up some of the butts, noting the change in facial expressions on some of the slaves. The two slaves that had been castrated were treated far worse than any of the rest. They even had to endure dropping to their knees and swallowing piss from the visitors. What I was witnessing was something a person would only read about in a fictional novel.
The youngster returned to me, staring me right in the eyes. He had a look of wonton desire and lust burned into his eyes, as he began moving his head up and down; taking in my body, with it's sweat soaked pink shorts. He again began to fondle my balls with one hand and my cock in the other, paying little or no regards to the spikes as they poked at my tender flesh. Once he'd had his fill of fondling, he went right to tugging on my piercings. To my astonishment he squeezed the sides of my face, causing me to open my mouth, revealing my pierced tongue. Being a little smaller than me, he had to rise up on his toes to get a better look into my mouth. He broke into gleeful jabber, with the man who must have been his father. Before it was all done and over with, Daniel and the Captain made their presence known to all, yet the young man kept his eyes fixated on my body and face.
Words between all of the men were spoken out of hearing range for the slaves,
Jordan and myself. I looked at Jordan and at least now, he had his eyes open; and he turned ever so briefly to look in my direction. Just knowing that he
cared enough to look at me was a huge relief on my stress level.
When the little conference broke up, all of the men went back to pawing over the slaves. I noticed that the Captain had a thick folder in his hands, which
apparently was the ship's log on the slaves and us two. Shortly thereafter, three more men arrived. They must have been the ones who arrived by helicopter. While the majority of the others were still tugging and pulling at the slaves, these new men paid particular attention to me; seemingly a lot more than they did to Jordan.
One of them roughly ordered that my shorts be removed. Hearing that, re-confirmed my limited knowledge that I was going to be sold right here and now. Daniel quickly cut away my damp, see thru, shorts and tossed them aside. Two of the men, apparently well versed in the business of buying and selling slaves were now inspecting every square inch of skin on my body, and I do mean 'EVERY' inch!
One of the men called for the folder, and began looking over some papers; apparently being my papers, as the Captain looked on with an evil smile on his face. Well, maybe not evil, but at least it could be described as sinister. The other man, found amusement in slapping my cock, causing my bell to ring; which he followed up with several swift fists to the weights hanging beneath my nuts. I almost spoke, from the pain, but held it all in. I wasn't about to give in now, not after everything I'd been put through already. The man began to pull and twist at my new piercings, apparently enjoying himself immensely. What I could understand, as if I was supposed to, was why I was being tormented in such a manner. What was all this talk about turning me into a sex slave, if all this man was doing was causing me pain. He'd of been one sorry man, had I been free to strike out at him. Now it was me who was keeping his eyes closed, partly from the pain and humiliation and partly because I just didn't want to see this process anymore. I began to understand just how all the slaves in the world must have felt at one time or another. Thankfully the man ceased his pleasures with my cock and balls, at least; but again, my fear of being raped was becoming more and more a constant reminder of what I was turning into.
It was now Jordan's turn to endure the man's inspection; not that I was relieved all that much, as I had begun to have certain unexplainable feelings towards Jordan. He, like me, remained silent as the man tugged on his prick and nuts. Jordan however had gotten a more severe treatment on his balls than I had. The man even had the nerve to stick two fingers inside Jordan's ass, commenting with glee how warm the 'little mans' asshole felt. Ever so slightly I turned my head to watch Jordan's reactions to the manipulations. Jordan's facial expressions seemed to be that of sheer enjoyment and ecstasy. Surely, having fingers pushed inside your body couldn't be that nice of a feeling? It didn't take long, and Jordan's body began to buck and sway. I almost gave thought to the idea that he was about to shoot a load of sperm. The next comment the man made, to my astonishment, was that he now had three fingers up inside of Jordan. This I couldn't believe, nor accept; had it not been for the continued movement of Jordan's body.
A minute or two later and Jordan let go with a moan and guttural sounds that could only mean one thing. Soon his cock erupted in string after string of sperm being ejected from the piss hole. When all was done, Jordan hung, exhausted from his chains; as the man removed his fingers. Just as quickly as the man pulled his fingers out, he was standing in front of me; displaying the three slimed fingers. He put them to my lips and the smell from them went straight into my nose. He pressed his fingers firmly on my lips, and I realized that he was waiting to see if I'd open my mouth. I was now between the proverbial rock and hard space. All I could do, to avoid punishment, was to open my mouth. The ordeal didn't last that long, as the man pushed and pulled his fingers into and out of my mouth. I tried to think of them as a cock and licked and sucked them until he was satisfied that I'd cleaned them well enough.
When I was free of his fingers, I looked down; not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. What I saw was amazing. The young man was in front of Jordan, lapping the sperm from the deck. I could only think of just how depraved this
boy must be. Surely his father couldn't be proud of the son he had raised.
I jerked my head up, to the sounds of men in pain. Three of the slaves had been zapped by what appeared to be a cattle prod, and were now on the deck convulsing in indescribable pain. Thick, heavy chains were locked around their necks and they were quickly dragged off towards the ladder which led to the four smaller boats. The other two slaves were still standing, now in tears, fearing the same torturous treatment. When I had gathered my wits, I noticed that the two castrated slaves were among the three who had been dragged away. I felt a brief moment of sadness towards them, knowing now, what lay ahead for them.
The two remaining slaves were quickly ushered off the deck, back to the engine room. This left Jordan and I alone, with the last two arriving men and the young man with his father. The three men began talking, first amongst themselves then with the Captain. In a flash, the volume of their conversation increased a hundred fold. Now, it appeared as if they were all arguing; but a voice coming from the radio in the Captain's hand quickly brought the shouting match to a stop. The Captain, stepped away to talk to whom ever it was on the other radio; preventing anyone, including me, from hearing a single word. All I could think about was that they were haggling over who was going to purchase me. Now, I had nearly forgotten about Jordan, who perhaps was not thinking of me either.
When the Captain rejoined the group, he said something which must have been acceptable to the others; as now they all just stood around, some looking toward me and Jordan, while others simply stared out over the open water. The young man kept looking in our direction, but his facial expression wasn't displaying his former look of happiness.
I didn't want to look at the men or the young man any more, so I hung my head
and closed my eyes. I didn't have any desire to hear grown men talking about
buying men, for use as slaves. I suppose I am more like my mom, in that I didn't believe in such things. Regardless of how lucrative the slave business can be, men are not meant to be slaves; let alone objects to compensate another man's needs for sexual pleasures.
Even though I heard a new voice join the crowd, I didn't look up. I kept my head down and my mind whirling around trying to think of anything and everything other than slavery and sex. I almost looked up, when the voices diminished. I heard the sounds of engines starting up. I knew that they were the four boats pulling away from the ship. My fear multiplied as I realized that I may be the only one left, Jordan could already have been bought and now on his way out to another vessel. I squeezed my eyes tighter, trying to block out the whole world.
The next sensation to break my thought process was the removal of the chain attached to my collar and the ones keeping my feet spread. Still keeping my head down and eyes closed, I felt more hands smoothing over my entire body. The
sounds of voices once again filled my ears. I assumed it was Daniel who ordered me to open my mouth, which I did; only to have it filled with a rubber ball which was then firmly pulled into place by a strap fastening at the back of my bald head. I knew now that I'd been sold. I would never again enjoy my
former life, my friends, my mom.
A leash of sorts was snapped onto the large ring in my cock as I stood perfectly still. My wrists were released from the chains on my collar but were quickly attached to the two rings below my nuts, causing me to be hunched over. My nipple rings were then painfully attached to the ankle cuffs, now making it
impossible to stand straight. I was being pulled, by the leash, indicating that I best start to move unless I wanted my cock pulled off. I started to move in a rather awkward fashion, only to be stopped after about twenty or thirty steps.
I heard Daniels voice telling me to open my eyes. I followed his command, which allowed me to stare downward at my cock and feet. Daniel gently raised my head; allowing me to see Jordan directly in front of me. "You have done well 'boy'. Now you will be going away to learn even more. You are lucky, in a way; at least you won't be going to your new home alone." When Daniel spoke those words, I knew that there was a glimmer of hope that my life wouldn't be in some hell hole of a country that abused white slaves. I didn't know, I didn't care, what I was going to have to learn now that I knew Jordan was going too.
Another tug on my cock leash and we began walking slowly to the bow of the ship, presumably to leave via the helicopter. I could see Jordan's feet and legs about six feet in front of me; wondering if he was happy now that he'd been
sold.
I had no desire to look back on the ship, no need to see from where I was coming. I could only imagine to where I was going. I heard the engines come to life on the helicopter as we got ever so close. I saw Jordan being helped into the machine, as I expected to be loaded next. Just before Daniel and another man began to lift me up into the bird, they stopped.
A hand on my chin, raised my head enough for me to see straight ahead into the helicopter; before pulling my head to one side, where there before the world stood my former owner, my former dad.
I was hastily lifted into the helicopter and fastened in. As we lifted off the deck, all I could do was to stare directly at my father; who stood firmly on the deck below, with an ear to ear grin on his face.
To be continued....
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