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Sail Away Chapter Fifteen
I had become oblivious to my surroundings. I hadn't heard or noticed that the television screen had been wheeled away or that the Headmaster was standing
outside my open door cell. My crying had subsided to quiet sobs, and my tears had expended themselves. The thoughts of hatred and revenge towards my dad had also faded; to which my emotions and brain were thinking of nothing else but Jordan. How strange for me, of all people, to have entertained thoughts of becoming friends not only with a gay slave, but also with Alan. How far would I allow this friendship to grow, if at all? After considering the facts for a moment, I'd come to realize that Jordan could have refused to help me in the first place. He must have know, from experience, what would happen to him should he be discovered attempting to help me escape my bonds of slavery. Regardless of the outcome, I couldn't foresee myself abandoning Jordan, now, in his time of need. Gay, yes; slave yes, but worthy of such brutality NO!
I partially jumped off of the concrete floor, and half flew off the floor as a scorching pain struck my nuts. I couldn't recall what, if any, words I may have said when the pain began. By the time I rolled over I could clearly see one of the goons ( a.k.a. teacher) standing over me with his prod in hand. The Headmaster looked at me as if I was now his 'plaything'. I knew the reason for the instructional application of the prod was because I hadn't paid attention to the Headmaster's footsteps. "Ah yes, half power always seems to grab a slaves attention. Full power just may have exploded those juicy, sweet looking nuts and then we'd have to extract them and cook them up for a good meal." Man of man, did those words sink in fast or what?
"Now then 'boy'", began the Headmaster, "You have a bit left to do before sleep tonight, so we'd best be getting it all taken care of."
Hell, I was so mentally fucked up now, that I didn't even notice a small group of men coming down the walkway. They were helping each other carry what looked like huge rolls of black canvas. They began setting up the rolls, as I watched. They were clipping the top folds of canvas to the very top part of Jordan's cell; completely cutting off any possible view from the adjoining cell. They quickly unfurled the second roll and covered the other side of his cell. Now the only way anyone could see into Jordan's cell was by standing directly in front of it.
The other slaves came into the cellblock and quickly entered their own cells. With the Headmaster in the cellblock, it was an eerie silence, not to mention the strangest feeling that something big was about to take place.
More rolls of canvas were brought in and my cell was covered along the two sides with the black material. The canvas was even pulled across the walkway; in essence blocking out anyone being able to view the two cells, or for that matter, keeping us from seeing the other slaves. Now the two cells were as one.
Those who put up the canvas, slid by the edge of the canvas and disappeared; leaving myself, the Headmaster, two teachers and Jordan all alone in what was now one large and scary confined area. I knew now, that the proverbial 'shit hitting the fan' was about to begin.
The Headmaster pulled a leash from his back pocket and snapped it onto my snout ring. As he pulled me towards Jordan's cell; I no sooner began to stand, when I was once again hit with the prod. Hurt, yes; but at least this time it was on my ass. "You'll not stand unless given permission 'boy'," were the only words one of the teachers said to me; as I picked my aching body off the floor, coming to rest on my hands and knees.
I followed the Headmaster, as he more or less pulled me into Jordan's cell. I had to control myself, once I got a better look at him. He looked worse than I thought at first. I still had a hard time recognizing him, but through all the bruises and dried blood; I could see that it was him. He just seemed like a broken man, laying there with his eyes firmly in place, looking up at the ceiling. Even if I could have touched him, I would be terrified if I was to cause him anymore pain. His body piercings were nearly half again larger than mine, and the beads, which held the rings closed were nearly one inch in diameter. He even had a ring running through his body between his butthole and nut sack; which was all black and blue. His nuts weren't surrounded with steel, like mine; but it sure looked as if somebody had beaten his balls nearly flat.
"This slave hasn't eaten anything all day 'boy'. So it is your duty to feed him until he is able to feed himself," bellowed the Headmaster.
Now how was I going to feed Jordan? There simply was no way in the world to do it, without using my hands to scoop up the slave gruel and push it into his
mouth. "Use your mouth 'boy'!" shouted one of the teachers. Confused for a minute, but I finally understand what he meant; just as the prod was gaining momentum, coming ever so close to my sore, weight hanging nuts.
I drew a small amount of Jordan's meal into my mouth and chewed it a little bit, hoping that the smaller pieces would be easier for him to get down his throat. For some reason, Jordan's condition was either frightening me, or it was causing me to have guilty feelings.
Slowly I crawled to Jordan's cot, and placed my mouth over his. I opened my mouth, but Jordan kept his closed. I used my tongue to put a little pressure on the food but still he kept his mouth shut. I re-focused my attention to Jordan's swollen eyes, making direct contact. To my amazement and relief, Jordan opened his swollen mouth and accepted the small amount of food. As I raised my head, I could see to tiny tear droplets in Jordan's eyes. I continued feeding him this way, until he had consumed the entire meal. For whatever reason, when I raised my head, for the final time, I saw those two tears begin to streak their way down Jordan's face. I moved ever so slightly and licked the tears away, as my emotions almost took control over me.
In the back of my mind, I knew that dad was probably watching all of this unfold; making him feel so fucking superior to me and everybody else. I heard the cart making its way down the walkway, as two slaves pushed it past the canvas and into Jordan's cell. Another cart was wheeled into my cell, followed by the doctor.
The slaves no sooner had left, before I was instructed to give Jordan a good
cleaning. The teachers set three bowls of water and soap on the floor next to his cot; handing me a couple of rather course feeling wash cloths. God, how was I ever going to get through all of this without hurting Jordan?
I decided to start with Jordan's feet, leaving what I perceived to be the worst areas and his cock until last. After soaking the cloth and running the bar of soap over it; I went and took a hold of his left foot and ankle. He winched in pain and I could actually feel his body tensing up. It soon became clear to me, that he'd had the bottoms of his feet beaten until they were black and blue. I was told, in no uncertain terms to 'get on with it', as the Headmaster and teachers looked on. I did my best, slowly; but it was honestly my best as I knew that Jordan was now in excruciating pain. The Headmaster quietly spoke to one of the teachers and then made his way to my cell, speaking with the doctor.
I washed Jordan's legs and arms with little or no reactions from him. The backs of his hands were severely bruised which I had to pay close attention to, as I gently washed away some blood. The more I washed Jordan off, the more bruises I discovered. There was even what appeared to be large bite marks around each of his pierced nipples. His ears seemed to be the least painful for him, as I washed and rinsed them clean. All that was left was his dick and balls. It was a strange feeling, washing another mans cock, but it seemed not to hurt him until I went and moved his new Prince Albert ring. Now, for me, it seemed 'nearly' normal to see a man, such as Jordan without any pubic hair. Even seeing his identical band surrounding his cock and balls seemed to be acceptable to me. The more I looked at him, the more I noticed that we had been 'prepared' in much the same way.
He moaned, loudly, as I ministered to his testicles. They were a fucking mess. Not only were they black and blue, but a lot of the skin had been opened up. It looked almost like something had sliced the skin open. When I was done washing him, I placed the last dirty cloth back into one of the bowls, when I quickly learned that I wasn't finished yet.
The two teachers each grabbed one of Jordan's ankles and pulled his legs, painfully up and back towards his head. "You forgot to clean the slaves fucking love hole, you dumb cocksucking pussy."
It was then that I got a full view image of Jordan's anal piercing. It must have been the worst of them all, as Jordan struggled a bit and moaned as I moved the giant ring out of the way; washing the entire area. After I had rinsed his skin, he seemed to settle down quickly; but I noticed just how red and swollen his pucker hole was, which sent me to wondering as to exactly what they'd done to him. Apparently my facial expression gave cause for one of the teachers to simple say, "no dick, no dido... You may soon find out for yourself." As I turned to dispose of the cloth, I noticed a faint wink in Jordan's eyes. That made me feel so much better. I was so full of guilt that any sign of forgiveness from Jordan only gave me more strength to carry on; swearing to myself that I'd do anything for Jordan, as long as nobody would hurt him ever again.
"Water, 'boy', get the dumb slave some water. Now 'boy'! And be quick about it." I looked around and located Jordan's water cock; crawling over to it, not even caring who saw me suckle the fucking thing. "Damn, will you look at that? He can't even suck cock right. We'll be here all night at this rate." Said one of the teachers. I didn't give a shit. I crawled back to Jordan and slowly filled his mouth with the water. Two more times, I sucked on the rubber cock; each time being the same and each time hearing some demeaning comment from the teachers. Fuck them!
The last mouthful of water which Jordan eagerly took came with a faint smile.
His smile brightened my life, ever so briefly, but at least it made me feel one hundred percent better. As I knelt there, facing Jordan, my thoughts were only of him. I'm sure he felt just as bad as he looked. At least he was clean, and feed; for which I'm so thankful. One of the teachers, detached Jordan's piss collection bag and held it over my head; dangling the drainage tube close to my lips. "Here 'boy', finish this and you can return to your cubicle", said a teacher.
God Almighty, the bag looked as if it had half a gallon of piss in it. I vowed not to let them get the best of me now. Not after seeing Jordan's body and definitely not after listening to my dad tell me how much he was looking forward to having me swallow his piss and suck his cock. And, if he was watching live feed video right now, I wanted to show the fucker that I could handle anything he or anybody else threw at me. I opened my mouth and the teacher slipped the rubber tube in. The other instructor used his hands to hold my mouth firmly in place and assuring that I couldn't spit any of Jordan's piss juice out. It only took a couple of times, thinking that I was drowning in piss before I got my swallowing in step with the flow of urine. I was so thankful that the bag wasn't completely full. As the hose was removed from my mouth, and I was lowering my head; I caught a glimpse of Jordan's face, which seemed to have that slight 'girlish' smile.
All I heard was the word 'come'. I noticed that everyone was heading towards my cell; so I dropped to all fours and followed them like a dog. The heavy weights attached to my nuts were making sporadic contact with the floor, which sent bolts of pain into my gut. I wanted one last look at Jordan, but knew that if they saw my head turn I would be in line for the prod again. Just as soon as I entered the cell, I noticed that there were more goons than before; all standing along side the doctor and Headmaster, watching me crawl like some animal to a slaughter house. One of them quickly grabbed the leash and mercilessly pulled on it, leading me over to the toilet. The brash manner in which my snout ring had been yanked, caused the healing skin to break open and droplets of blood began to appear.
I was turned around, so that my raised butt was facing the toilet. Two goons then forced me backwards, so that my legs were on either side of the stainless steel commode. My water cock was pulled away from the wall, which really surprised me; as it was attached to quite a long hose; apparently coiled within the confines of the wall. Apparently, I wasn't positioned properly, as the Headmaster himself came over and had to instruct the goons on what they'd overlooked. I was pushed back further; causing my entire genitals to now be inside the bowl portion of the toilet. When the two weights dragged over the rim, and hit bottom I thought it was the end of the world. The pain was so dramatic that I nearly fainted. They fiddled and fooled around with my legs and hands getting my body positioned in the most awkward way; not to mention degrading and painful. But, in the position I was in, if I kept my eyes open I could easily see the doctor and one other goon.
One of the teachers placed his hairy legs up against my shoulders, apparently (I thought) to keep me from falling forward. I knew that his package must have been real close to the top of my head when I discovered the feeling of cotton fabric rubbing against my bald skin. Suddenly a brisk cool breeze surrounded my anal opening, as they'd now used their hands to pull apart my butt cheeks; exposing me even further to the world. It must be a normal thing for these men to humiliate another man. Then, the worst of all feelings overcame my emotions; as I felt the firmness of the water cock up against my shit chute. It apparently wasn't a necessary thing to go slow with the water cock; being that these males not no connection with any of the slaves. I screamed like a banshee, as the entire length of the cock entered, where nothing had even gone before. There was no time to relax, to get acclimated to the invasion, before water began flowing into my ass. This was a lot different than those few enemas I'd gotten aboard ship. At least there, they used a tiny nozzle no bigger than my little finger. Now I understood why the goon had his legs up against my body. I wondered just how long they'd keep this up, and if, more importantly, they were going to be zapping me with electricity like they did once before when I was pissing in the fucking toilet.
My gut was expanding at a rapid rate, causing me so much pain that I pleaded for them to stop. Over and over again, I begged, pleaded for them to cease this inhumane treatment. It did no good, but the feeling of water flowing into me stopped which was a bit of good news. I was told not to allow any of the water to escape my 'boy pussy' unless I wanted them to 'energize the shitter'. I knew exactly what they meant by that.
The goon, who had been pressing himself up against my shoulders, took a step back; and it was easy to see his shorts slide down his legs as he stepped out of them and came forward again. As he resumed his stance, pinning himself up against me I knew that his cock and balls were resting on the top of my head. This wasn't going to be an easy night at all. With him not wearing shorts, his hairy legs were rubbing up against my skin, making it feel very strange; to say the least. I could ascertain that he didn't shave his balls either, as I could feel the tiny hairs as they lay atop my head. The only good thing about concentrating on what was happening in front of me, was that I wasn't thinking about or feeling what was going on in and around my ass.
Continuing to hold the water in my butt, trying to focus on anything and everything else, I noticed the doctor's cart. That wasn't exactly true. I didn't actually 'notice' the cart. I saw the doctor reach beneath the top shelf of the cart and take out a small stool. It looked either like a stool they'd use on a farm to sit on while they milked cows or else it was a standard bar stool that had been cut down about a foot or so. If the situation hadn't been so dire, the whole scene could have been rather amusing. Think about it. Backed over a toilet, a hose up my ass, a naked man standing over me, resting his jewels on my head; AND me looking through that pair of legs trying to see what the fuck was going on.
Everything went wild then. First, I heard the sounds of at least one dog barking like crazy; and I was hoping that the dog wasn't about to come into my cell and chew me up and spit me out. Then, I was told to release my ass muscle and expel the water. Man oh man, being positioned the way I was; I was sure that the ass slime and water spewed everywhere behind me. But, nothing was said to the contrary to make me believe that I'd blown chunks of shit all over the place. The water cock was again forced up my tight hole and water flowed at a steady pace. My cell seemed to have come to a complete stop and silence; as everyone must have heard the blood curdling screams and yells coming from a cell, perhaps only two cells up from mine. Laughter soon ensued, from the men in my cell and perhaps even a few slave cells'. Apparently, if I had any mental faculties remaining, one of the slaves was being bred to a dog. Most likely it was the cute, thin and handsome slave they called 'bitch boy'. With the amount of yelling and screaming the slave was doing; I was almost certain that getting screwed by a dog wasn't something he'd wanted to be doing.
The slaves yell and scream turned into moans and whimpers, apparently he, like me, was adjusting to current conditions and situations. But the silence was short lived, as he again pleaded for mercy. I just can't imagine how low these people can get, forcing a human being to be mounted by an animal. All of these things had to have been orchestrated by my father. All, more than not, caught on video for his personal pleasures and gratification.
After the third infusion of water into my gut, came something that I had expected would come sooner or later; hopefully it was going to be later.
I felt hands on my large earrings and heard a metallic snapping sound. My earrings were being lifted upwards by way of two clips attached to a piece of leather. I then felt the man in front of me back away just a little; as my ears, and now my head, were being pulled up. I was now staring at the goon's hairy cock and balls. I wondered, now, if this was anywhere but here; would I have thought that pubic hair was a disgusting thing. I'd seen dozens of friends at school, showering together; going through puberty together, all of us sprouting the pure symbol of manhood. Now, having to be made to look at such a thing seemed rather disgusting to me. I didn't know if it was just the fact that it was a mans cock and balls inches from my face; or if it was me being shaved and denuded which made me think hair was unsightly. I think this was the first time that I'd even thought of something like this. And, I certainly wasn't going to let my father turn me into some cock loving slave, just for his 'fun and games'.
The cock hung limp over the scrotum. I would have been mortified, for sure, if it was hard and ready to ram it's way up my butt or down my throat. I guess this was all part of the schooling. That is to say, well you know, having me get used to another mans private region. As the third batch of water flowed from my ass, the cock began to press against my clinched lips. The way I was figuring the situation; if they wanted or even thought I wanted the cock in my mouth, well then, they'd have to say something. Did they think, for one minute, that I'd just open my face up and let this dark skinned cock work its way into my oral cavity? NOT!!
I forgot about the cock at my lips, as the water from the fourth infusion began to strain every fiber of my being. Nothing in the world could ever be as painful as having somebody flood your insides with so much water. Just as I prepared to beg them to stop, the cock in front of me lurched into my mouth, coming to rest peacefully on my pierced tongue. The idea of biting it in half crossed my mind. I can't describe the feel or the taste, as there is nothing I can compare it too.
I quickly diverted my thought process and began thinking about Jordan. Perhaps, maybe, if it had been Jordan's young dick on my tongue I wouldn't have entertained the thought of biting it into two. I visualized Jordan, in his cell, resting well after I'd given him his dinner and water. I could see him, mentally, laying there resting; perhaps even thinking or dreaming about something more pleasant than his current situation. If he was dreaming; what or who was he dreaming about. Hell, for all I knew, he could be dreaming about me.
I didn't move my head, not even a fraction of an inch. I didn't want this man to think that I wanted to suck on his cock. My body was frozen in time. I had all but forgotten about my sore and aching nuts, as there was just too much going on for me to mentally sort through and analyze. I kept on thinking about Jordan. How soft his skin was, and how beautiful he looked with his deep bronze tan covering every inch of his body. I could see, in my mind, his body piercings; looking identical to mine, except his extra one. I relived the twinkle in his eye and the faint smile on his face; which seemed to bring me copious amounts of relief. I didn't dwell on the pain and torture I'd caused him, but for some strange reason all I wanted to do now was to hold him and hug him, to apologize.
As the fourth and final release, from my asshole, began; I felt hot liquid in my mouth. Instantly my taste buds detected it to be human piss. I started to back my head away but the earrings and the fact that now a hand was pushing me forward; prevented me from moving. As my head was being pushed forward, the man in front of me was pushing his hips closer and closer to my face. His soft cock was going further into my mouth, and his piss continued to flow. I gagged, choked and nearly puked; as his stream of piss found its way into my stomach. This was far worse than having to lick it up off the floor, or just getting a splash of it in your mouth. The couple of times that I had choked on his piss, some of it escaped my mouth and I just fucking knew, that it ended up on his wirery pubic hairs. I could hear the constant laughter from the Headmaster and the doctor, who seemed to be the ones who were really getting their jollies by watching me begin my fall into the abyss of slavery. Then, as if things weren't falling apart already, the mere thought of knowing that my dad was once again going to see his son being abused, mistreated and demoralized was more than I could handle. Maybe, it would be better for me if I just gave into his and everybody else's wishes, and desires; and allowed myself to accept this life of misery. I couldn't help but for to think momentarily about the first, ever so brief, encounter with Alan. Had I not given into his manipulations, perhaps my current situation wouldn't have reached such epic magnitude. Did my dad discover that Alan and I were vaguely intimate that one time? Did my actions around the house change? Didn't alot of kids eventually 'experiment' with their sexuality? Nothing wrong with mutual jerk off sessions; or even the grand experience, of being on the receiving end, of a blow job. I had to get thoughts like this out of my head. I had to get each and every thought of my father out of my head too.
I was unceremoniously dragged off of the toilet, which again, let the weights drop dangerously hard; causing more unneeded pain. My poor nose ring was going to be my downfall, as again the one goon felt as if he was in his glory; nearly dragging me over towards the doctor. Fuck it, nothing else they could do to me would ever make me submit to their devious and immoral ways. NOTHING!
When I heard the word "UP" I mistakenly 'assumed' that whoever said it meant for me to kneel upright, which I did. "I SAID UP, YOU DUMB FUCKING PISS SLURPING COCKSUCKING PUSSY!" Jesus Christ, what more did they want. A sudden jolt, from behind, to my sore nuts sent me reeling in pain. My mind went blank, as my eyes sent me into darkness.
Foam, white foam, was oozing out from the corners of my mouth, by the time I regained my senses. I was being dragged up to my feet; at the same time my body was trying to re-establish its balance. I wobbled briefly, as they were spreading my legs, so wide that I felt the muscles straining to capacity. My wrists were pulled behind my back and tied together. If I looked as bad as I felt, I didn't want to see myself in a mirror right now. Come to think of it, I haven't seen a mirror since I left home last week.
The doctor had taken up, sitting on the stool; which I was now standing naked and embarrassed in front of. I was at least remembering to keep my head and eyes lowered; so I knew I wouldn't get a prodding from that. It was fairly easy to see the top shelf on the doctor's cart. There were several items on it that I hadn't the slightest idea what they were, and others I sort of knew what they might be. But for now, whatever they were didn't seem to cast any fear into me.
Evidently, everyone but me knew what was happening, or about to happen. I guess these sick perverts had done this so many times that it was now a rather enjoyable feature listed in their job descriptions.
I wasn't going to allow myself to falter, not now; as I could plainly see the
doctor's two hands nearing my cock and balls. The first, probably the best thing he did first, was to remove the weights from my stretched out testicles. Once they'd been set aside, the doctor referred to my folder once more; apparently looking for something, as he flipped through several pages.
He reached over and took hold of a weird looking tool; well, to me it looked like a tool. Again, his hands and the tool approached my cock and balls. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, the steel that was binding my nuts and
separating them was sprung lose, dropping to the floor with a clang. The blood poured into my balls with a vengeance. It felt so good to finally be free of the medieval contraption that my cock began to fill with blood. "Easy 'boy', you don't want another lesson, do you?" asked the doctor.
The doctor flipped the tool over, and what seemed to be a simple procedure, removed four of the twelve spikes which adorned my cock and ball band. I could see the top space left by the removal of that one spike. It appeared that there were threads inside the band; to which something could be screwed into it. Now the band had empty spaces top, bottom, and one off each side.
I hate to admit it to you, and myself; but what happened next was so sensual that I almost stiffened right up, without regards to the prod lesson which loomed in the wings.
The doctor had put some type of lotion in the palm of his right hand and began using it to massage my scrotum. It was fantastic, to say the least. As he manipulated my nuts, I began to feel the warmth of the lotion; and combined with all the other sensations I was having, made me wish, for just this once, that it was Jordan or Alan doing it instead. I thought to myself, 'if this is part of being gay... then sign me right the fuck up'.
Disappointed that the testicle massage was over now, I waited for the doctors
next 'treatment'; thinking that nothing could 'top' the first one. I was correct in my assumption.
I guess that my cock and balls are the mainstay of my slavery; as the doctor once again began manipulating them, but now without the lotion. I didn't see that he'd picked up that foreign looking steel contraption from the cart. But, it was soon evident that what ever the thing was; was designed for me.
The first part of the thing went around my scrotum, starting at the base of my dick. The doctor had to really tug on both of my nuts to get the wide band to fit properly. I began to feel, once again, the gut wrenching pain shooting endlessly into my stomach.
Once he'd snapped the band shut, he (for some reason) held my cock out of the
way; perhaps just so that I could see it. I was shocked to find the new band
twice as wide as the first one, or even wider. The band had to be at least two and a half inches wide, if not more. My balls were scrunched up together at the opposite end, glistening, and showing every tiny blood vessel, straining to pop out of my skin.
There were still, two wide steel bands hanging directly behind my balls. Each band looked to be close to half an inch wide. The doctor began, with one hand on my nuts, the other on the ball stretcher and began to manipulate them both at the same time. I was amazed to see more skin appear below the ball stretcher. The doctor quickly took hold of one of the straps and brought it up and under my right nut and slipped the end into the bottom of the ball stretcher until he heard it click closed. Now my right nut was trapped in its' own world; as I could do nothing to prevent this tragic display of barbarism to end. It looked, to me, as if my right nut was pointing outward past the edge of my cock; towards my right side. The doctor performed the same task on my left nut. The pain was excruciating. Perhaps a better visualization would be that; if my cock was hard, each of my balls would be on either side of it, instead of hanging beneath my dick.
I knew more misery was in store for me, when I happened to see a ring on each one of the nut binders. My brain wouldn't let me surrender, as I could now clearly see (in my mind) Jordan lying still; with his eyes open, his cock hard and he was saying "here 'baby boy' come suck on daddy's big dick". I closed my eyes, but the image didn't fade. Jordan was urging me onward, as I saw myself engulfing his manhood. I could actually feel his hands behind my head, forever pushing me on, to take more of his fuckstick into my mouth. I thought I tasted his sperm, just before he released my head and told me to swallow his 'nectar of the gods'.
The vision vanished from my head, as now; someone was attaching something to my collar rings. I felt the course leather strap being dropped against my back; left to dangle between my butt cheeks.
I couldn't imagine anything like this ever happening to me. If my mom knew things like this existed, no wonder she was adamant against owning slaves. You can't imagine how much I wanted to be in my mother's arms right this very second.
Everything seemed to freeze, as a blood curdling yell escaped a slave's mouth. The Headmaster and the goons all began to laugh, as one of the goons calmly said to the others, "well I guess the poor bastard just took the dog's big knot". I'd forgotten about the diminished young man, turned against his will into a human bitch for male dogs. I couldn't even begin to imagine the amount of pain he was enduring; as the dog's knot rammed mindlessly into the slaves body. My contempt for these assholes was not going to end anytime soon, that much I did know.
"I guess when we are done here, the two will have parted ways; and I'll have to do some stitching on that rectum", said the doctor, apparently not pleased that his work day would be extended even longer. "The least you guys could have done was to break him in a bit more before you set the dogs on his ass. You never consider that I'm the poor guy who gets stuck sewing them up. How many does that make in the last year, four or five?"
I banished his words from my brain. I couldn't think that my owner would ever have me mounted by a dog or worse. The others, seemed to take his comments in stride; perhaps not the first time they'd heard the same words.
The doctor picked up a shiny ball from the cart, and along with a photograph laid both of them on his lap. I could clearly see the ball, which was about three quarters of an inch in diameter. I then focused my eyes on the picture, as the doctor set the ball on top of it; rolling the ball back and forth over it. The photo showed nothing more than a hairy cock. Jesus Lord, I can't believe this is happening to me. I had been warned about getting a larger tongue ball, but dismissed it as pure scare tactics. And the picture, DAMN, if it was a view of my masters cock, he sure was well endowed.
"Kneel 'boy'," came the command from the doctor; and kneel I did. Some type of steel bar was placed just inside my mouth, and one of the goons was holding onto the handles. The doctor nodded his head and the goon began to squeeze the handles together; which opened my mouth to the point where I thought my jaw was going to break. "At least 'boy' has good healthy teeth", commented the doctor, to no one in particular. A large set of forceps was quickly clamped onto my tongue and another goon took command of it; pulling my tongue out. The doctor made quick, yet painful, work of removing the original bead from my tongue and replaced it with the much larger one. The forceps were removed and I slowly retracted my tongue back into my mouth. The mouth spreader was then removed, allowing me a brief moment to realize that my tongue was now supporting a heavy stainless steel rolling ball. How was I expected to eat anything with this fucking hunk of metal in my mouth? I wonder if this new bead will interfere with my speech. They obviously didn't give a shit!
The doctor once again began to flip through the pages in my folder. How great would it be if that folder would suffer a severe case of spontaneous combustion, right about now.
The doctor began to shake his head, apparently in disgust over what he was reading. "Certainly 'boys' master doesn't really want this done", were words now directed to the Headmaster. "I'm not prepared to perform such a function at present anyway."
The Headmaster became irritated at the seemingly hesitant doctor. Hey, nobody is asking me. If they did, I'd vote to agree with the doctor, no matter what he was objecting too.
"Just go and get what you need to perform the service", shouted the Headmaster. "We have other things that we can do that need to be done, which will take us time enough for you to go fetch the needed implements."
In disgust, the doctor threw the folder to the ground as he stood up and walked back to his office.
The Headmaster picked up the folder and straightened up the disheveled papers. "Yes indeed, the 'boys' master has one hell of a manstick. The 'boys' going to have a time taking that thing down his throat, not to mention up his fuck hole." Everyone broke out into near hysterical laughter. One of the goons added in his two cents worth as well, "One good thing about being a sex slave is the sex. Sex with men, sex with animals and anything else the master desires. I wonder if he's got any horses at his place." Laughter ensued for several minutes after that comment was made; presumably said to put a bit of fear into my soul.
My wrists were untied and my hands dropped down to my sides. The steel manacles on my ankles and wrists were removed, only to be replaced by heavy iron ones, about three inches wide and one quarter inch thick. The difference in the weight of them was considerably increased. Hell, I could use these new manacles as a fucking weapon, if I had too; but then I might end of killing somebody. At least, for now, my steel collar remained in place.
The Headmaster lifted off the lid to a very small Styrofoam cooler and stuck his hand inside. I could see the container was full of ice. "Down boy!" he commanded me. I knelt on all fours, with the fear of the unknown taking control of my mind. Some one pushed my knees farther and farther apart until all I could do was lower my upper torso; which in turn elevated my rectum. I heard the Headmaster rumble around in the box of ice for a moment, before I saw his feet move towards my ass. What I hadn't seen was a one inch square of grease, about ten inches long, FROZEN solid come out of the ice. The only indication I got was when the icy stick came in contact with my asshole. My mistake, I didn't breathe. I held my breath expecting the worse; and it was 'the worse'
yet.
The Headmaster made no comment nor did he go slow; as he keep an overwhelming pressure on the stick which in turn was trying to gain entry into my ass. Finally my muscle conceded defeat and allowed the bone chilling stick of grease to start its journey up my bum.
It was a worse feeling that getting the enema. I never would have imagined that a human could withstand such an ordeal, without so much as causing any damage. I wanted to scream and shout as the muscles were pushed back, allowing the stick to make entry. I could feel the cold going deeper and deeper up my ass. I finally began to breathe, which seemed to make the experience go a tad bit easier. And before I knew it, my ass muscles closed behind the stick of grease; trapping it in the darkness of my being. The Headmaster then proceeded to take his middle finger and breech my rectum once again. He made contact with the stick and pushed it even farther up into my guts. I could only visualize my intestines straightening out, accepting this foreign object as something new, something strange. After his finger was removed, the Headmaster inserted a small narrow butt plug which also seemed to just 'slide' in. My asshole closed up around the narrow neck of the plug; which must have made the Headmaster very happy. I couldn't help but wonder, how in the hell could my hole betray me. If anything, I would have thought that my body would have instinctively tried to expel anything which went in, in such a manner. I can recall that at school some of my friends would always be talking about gay things and one guy would grab his butt and say, "Exit only motherfuckers".
If that guy could see me now, he'd probably be eating those very words. Shit for all I know, he may have been a closet gay and had never been fucked either.
I was commanded to kneel, which (again) I acted without delay. My brain was learning the fear of the instructional prod just as fast as my body was.
I could feel the frozen stick of grease easing its way down to the point where it came to rest on the tip of the butt plug. It was a strange feeling. Everything around me was still and quiet, apparently every one of the males was satisfied to stand around and watch me; hoping for any excuse to use the prod again. Now if I'm not mistaken, doesn't a warm object like my body act like an oven for a frozen stick of grease? This stick is going to melt, is it not?
While I knelt there, feeling full; the goons made quick work of sliding heavy leather mitts over each of my hands. I couldn't understand the need for such mitts. Granted they prevented the use of my fingers but what purpose do they really serve. I'd have to think about that a little longer. Then one by one, my legs were lifted up and a thick leather like sock was slid over my feet and finally coming to rest at my knees. Now this was a pleasant surprise. Maybe these males had a bit of compassion after all. The leather padded socks sure did make it a lot easier for me to kneel. Silently, I thanked them all. Then one by one, my feet were covered with leather booties and fastened tightly about my ankles. Don't ask, I wouldn't have the answer for the booties anyway.
The feeling of fullness in my ass was becoming more and more evident with each passing second. I couldn't believe that I was actually accepting the idea of the having frozen grease up my butt. However, accepting and enjoying were two entirely different things. My brain was beginning to process the two thought patterns.
I wonder if, putting the cold sensation aside, the feeling of having something solid up my butt was a good thing. After all it really didn't hurt, now that it had passed my anal entrance. I suspect that if I were able to move around just a bit that the grease would move right along with me; maybe massaging my insides in the same manner that the doctor had massaged my nuts. Now if that were to be the case, I could possibly understand why there are some men who prefer to be on the receiving end of a stiff dick versus the many men who'd rather be the one ramming his crankshaft up a tight ass. I was slowly beginning to understand the comment Alan made to me, "I'm a pitcher not a catcher". I suppose that if you're born gay then you have to make allowances for such things. The female side of gay men would want a cock up them where as the dominant gay male would be considered the top or 'husband'. How the hell do I know? It's not as if I've studied the gay world or had countless conversations with them. With all these strange thoughts running around my brain, it would have been a lot easier to deal with them; had they occurred when I was home where by I could ask Alan.
I heard footsteps, which I took to be those of the doctor. I was surprised, somewhat, when he arrived carrying a tray with some items on it; which seemed to be wrapped in those sterile hospital like plastic bags. Right behind him came two rather cute young men. And I mean young. They couldn't have been more than twelve years old. I was repulsed at just how low slavery had been reduced too; not that twelve was to young, but the mere fact that these two 'kids' were seeing me naked and tormented.
As the doctor had since set the tray down and was taking inventory of my newest restraints and discovering that I'd already been impaled with the frozen grease, the two kids seemed to gravitate towards the Headmaster. The doctor squatted down in front of me and took hold of my balls. He gently rubbed his thumb over each nut, looking for signs of anything which might be causing them any permanent damage. He seemed pleased with his work, as I caught him with a smile on his face; apparently pleased with his own work. "I'm glad to see that the 'boys' testicles are accepting their new bands, as well as his ball stretcher which appears to be doing a good job of keeping his nuts tethered so far from his body. According to his master's notes; we are to work him constantly, daily, so that I can get another longer stretcher on the 'boy'. The notes indicate a six inch ball stretcher by the end of the first week and a one inch band on each nut. I've yet to divide a slaves balls by two inches but it will surely be a challenge that I look forward to. By the looks of that one photograph, the 'boys' master wants the nuts to be able to 'rest' comfortably on top of the 'boys' dick; as they will then be permanently bound together, forever. But this other stuff is what upsets me so. I haven't a clue as to why the 'boys' master desires it done, but as you say Headmaster, we get paid to do, not to question."
"Well doc, there hasn't been anything yet that you've done that would make any sense in the outside world. Look around you, for Christ's sake. You mangle slaves every day around here. You cut things off, you dismember them upon request, and you remove vocal cords and eyeballs; so what is so terrible about doing this to the 'boy'. Don't tell me that you are getting soft on us, or is it that you have a secret crush on this slave. You can't be serious! After all of the sex you have around here, why would you ever allow yourself to become emotionally attached to this one particular slave."
"You know God Damn well why I'm saying all this! Don't be a fool. We both know what 'boy' is, where he's going, and more importantly... where he came from."
The Headmaster didn't reply to the doctor's last outburst. Instead he put his arms over and around the shoulders of the two young boys. "Well sons, is your homework complete?"
Damn almighty, these two kids belong to the Headmaster! What in the hell is going on around here. Do people actually raise a family in a place like this? What kind of responsible parents can they possibly be?
The two boys replied, in unison, that they'd finished their 'homework'. "Now daddy can we play with this new slave. Isn't this the one called 'boy' that you've been talking about for the last three months?"
THREE MONTHS!! What in the hell is going on here. I can't believe that my dad
had conspired to enslave me for the last three months. Impossible, I thought. Could these kids be thinking of another slave?
"Yes, this is the 'boy'. And before I let you play with him, let's see how much you have learned from your schooling today. Who wants to go first?"
One of the boys, I don't know which one, began right away. I was intent on listening to the kid talk, which would take my mind off of my situation for a while.
"Well this morning we watched and saw just how a man gets his dick into a girl. At first we thought it must have hurt the girl because she was screaming and started to cry; but, our teacher said that girls around here always scream and yell. Our teacher said that girls need and want to be made to do that. She told us that a man should never have sex with a girl unless he is ordered to. Girls, she said, should only have sex with other girls. Unless, a man needs another slave; he should keep his penis out of all females. She said that men are designed to have sex with other men, preferable men slaves."
"You learned that lesson very well, son; but now don't forget that men can scream and yell also. Most men can't tolerate the least bit of pain, and so they yell and cry just like babies do. You've seen enough movies in school to know that they scream. You've seen how much work it takes your dad to get them all ready to serve their masters. It isn't easy and you quickly become used to their screaming. Besides, I personally think it is amusing to watch them learn their new skills."
The other boy started telling his father what he'd learned today. "We learned
that a male slave can be used for anything his master desires. A worthy slave will do anything his master asks of his body. The movie we watched, the one with male slaves, showed how to whip a slave, shave a slave, how the put stuff up his butt and how they made slaves drink their master's piss. But the slave in the movie wasn't a cute and pretty as 'boy' is daddy."
"It sounds like you also learned a lot today. Yes a good slave will allow his master to piss into his mouth and swallow it all. You see, when a master pisses into his slaves' mouth, well... it is like a special treat for the slave... and a master's piss is called 'golden nectar'. You know, sweet and plentiful."
"Now then, the last time I asked you boys to recite the "Slave Commandments" you didn't do to well. If you do better this time, I'll allow you to 'play' with the slave for just a few minutes. The doctor still has work to do on him."
"1", began the boys."A slave shall only worship his master and no other. 2. A slave shall not want, nor desire, nor have need for anything. 3. A slave shall not hesitate nor falter when given a command. 4. A slave shall not have sex with another slave 5. A slave shall not speak unless required 6. A slave shall never look his master in the eyes 7. A slave shall never move his body unless commanded 8. A slave shall never forget that his body belongs to his master.
"Excellent boys. Most excellent! You've earned some time with 'boy' here but nothing fancy. Just keep to the basics that you've learned. Just explore the body and see just how much he is starting to transform into a useful and worthy piece of flesh. But be careful. 'boy' is the first live slave you've been allowed to touch, so be very careful."
The two kids must have felt like they were in a candy store. Free reign to paw over my body. What was I to do, what could I do. The started with my bald head, playing with every body piercing they came to. Their smooth and delicate young hands felt immensely invigorating as they both massaged their way down my back. I guess a man getting a professional massage would have the same thoughts as I had, and that wouldn't mean he had gay tendencies.
No sooner than they had gotten down to the beginning of my ass crack they stopped and proceeded to feel the skin on my chest. They weren't very easy going when they lifted and twisted my nipples rings. They inquired of their father the need for such large rings and why so many and their father simply told them that the rings were required of my master. That answer seemed to satisfy their inquiring minds. Again they stopped just above my cock, and proceeded to inspect my arms, and legs; again inquiring as to the need for my mitts and booties.
There questions kept coming and their father kept on answering them with a joyous tone to his voice. It didn't take long before the two boys sheepishly began to giggle; which caused their father to ask why they were doing so.
"Well dad, we were wondering if it was proper to look at the slaves other two regions. You know, his butt and his dick."
"Yes, of course it is all right to do so. After all, he is nothing more than a breathing slave to do with as we so choose."
The two boys began to run their hands all over my butt. Again, the tingling sensations my brain was sending, was overwhelming. How could I even feel this
way? It isn't the same as when a girl would run her hands over my ass when I
fucked her, is it. Surely not, as the hands fondling my body were male, regardless of age, and I should feel repulsed about such activities. But I was only feeling the sensual seductive hands of men. I kept struggling with my thoughts, only to discover that the boys had now found my butt plug and were actually holding on to the end and spinning it around in my hole. The plug, mixed with slowly melting grease sent towers of gratitude and pleasure to every nerve ending in my body and soul. This was a moment in heaven for sure. I could
cope with this feeling on a constant basis.
When the two had finished with my ass, I was surprised to find one of them scooting around to my front, while one of the boys actually laid on his back and pushed himself between my legs; whereby he was looking straight up at the tortured balls and cock. He began laughing, saying that he was getting a great view from down there. Both boys began, with vigor to play with my sore balls. They kept lifting them up and dropping them. This was the first time in their young lives to ever touch a real man, so I mentally played it off as a young man's inquisitiveness. They commented to their father about the smoothness of my tight skin and how nice and soft it felt. It wasn't long before they were playing with my cock, and the Prince Albert. They had a lot of questions about the Prince Albert and their father answered them all.
I think the funniest question from them was 'how does the 'boy' piss'. Their father answered saying that my piss comes out in a spray from the end of my cock and from the bottom hole; making a mess everywhere. But what shocked me was when he said, "but when the doctor is done with his dick, the 'boy' will find it a little harder to piss properly." I had no clue as to what possibly could be done to my cock to make the Headmaster make such a statement.
"Dad can we stay and watch?" asked the one who was laying beneath me. "Yes if you stay out of the way and are very quiet", was his reply. Here we go again, more onlookers who want to see me tortured. How does this man sleep at night? He surely isn't mean and dastardly towards his two sons, is he.
"Dad, is 'boy' old enough to have sex? Is he prime for making slave juice? Is he able to get a stiffy? Can we make him stiff, just once? He is so cute without hair. I bet he looked ugly when he was full of hair. I love him just because he's so beautiful. I want to see if he will swallow my piss and suck my ass just like in the movie. Can I keep him daddy?"
"Not today boys. Maybe tomorrow night after school you can play with him, and no you can't keep him. He has to be in town all day, but tomorrow night he has time to play with you. No more questions! Now move out of the way, so the doctor can finish up."
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