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Sail Away Chapter Sixteen
The two young boys, hesitantly moved away from me, but I could tell that they weren't far away. Their father, the Headmaster was standing between them with his forearms, once again, over each of their shoulders. It seemed to be getting warmer in my cell, and the only reason I could come up with, for the rise in temperature, was the fact that my cell was filling up with more teachers. Like, as if I needed any more shameful embarrassment.
The doctor sat in front of me on the stool, and placed a large plastic pail on the floor, beneath my legs. I later found out that it was going to be used, allowing me, should I need to empty my bladder.
The two boys seemed like dry sponges, constantly asking their father question
after question. Some of them, even I didn't understand, until I heard the Headmaster answer them.
By the way everyone was forming their own little groups around me, leaving my
front side exposed only for the doctor; that one of those tiny 'pinhole' cameras was concentrated on my cock and balls.
This was one time that I'd wish for leniency. Since my eyes were always cast down; the 'main attraction' being my family jewels was about the only thing in full view.
The two boys seemed to be getting restless, as there wasn't any 'real action' taking place. Their father explained to them that certain things had to be 'prepared' before 'the action' could take place.
It was then that the doctor and the Headmaster got into a rather heated 'discussion' on whether or not 'the slave' was to get any painkiller before starting. Apparently the Headmaster won out. I wasn't going to get the painkiller; thus, allowing me the "privilege of feeling the pain to which my master desires." Now there was no doubt left in my mind; that whatever was about to happen wasn't going to be a 'picnic'.
As the doctor began swabbing a brown solution all over my cock, the Headmaster and his two boys moved in behind me. I felt the leather straps, which had been resting down my back and dangling loosely near the floor, being moved. Each of the leather strap ends was placed thru the rings on either of my nut bands and pulled backwards. I could feel the strain the leather was now putting on my balls, and I wasn't, how you say, a 'happy camper'. "Now boys, what you need to do are to, slowly pull on your leather strap so that the slaves balls are between his legs. Pull gently or else you'll cause great harm to the slave and his master will be so upset that he'd want me to peel the skin off of your bodies. Now pull slowly, that's it, easy now. Keep pulling until I say stop".
Apparently the Headmasters' sons were very obedient boys. The obeyed each and every word. My balls were on fire, as my scrotal skin was stretched beyond reasoning.
In what I thought was a 'good move', I shuffled my feet just a bit; which turned out to be a wrong move, again. I suddenly realized that I'd just given the two little shits more space in which to pull my balls backwards towards my ass. Jesus did that hurt. So much for second guessing. The more the two boys pulled my balls back, the lower my cock drooped also. I was able to make brief eye contact with the doctor, once I saw him holding an aerosol can.
He quickly and thoroughly sprayed something all over my dick, right after he'd mopped that brown stuff on it. Good old sadistic Doc then placed a weird looking device over the entire length of my cock and it seemed to simply stay in place without having to latch or lock it.
Jesus, damn it all, I was getting my nuts ripped off my body, my cock encased in plastic and now I was being held firmly in place via my shoulders; preventing me from doing much of anything. It was only a matter of time now.
Another quick spray all over the piece of plastic and the next thing I saw was the biggest fucking needle in the world.
I'm not sure if it was my primeval screaming, or what; but the two young boys seemed to find the whole thing very funny. The doctor had run the thick needle into a hole on the right side of the plastic case, through my dick, and straight out a hole on the other side. With watery and blurry eyes I could see the size and length of the needle as the doctor was busy dabbing away the blood which was oozing out.
Just when I got my breathing under control, a second needle was coursing its' way through another hole in the plastic; about an inch and a half behind the first needle. After I'd nearly fainted, but held firm by the two goons, I blinked my eyes, clearing them of moisture.
The doctor was still sopping up the blood, which (to me) didn't appear to want to stop. I was a bit confused now with the reason, the purpose, and the intent on spearing my once beautiful male sex organ.
Once the blood had seemed to stop, the doctor carefully removed the plastic sleeve that he'd used as guides for his needles; and cleaned up even more blood. The doctor hadn't said a word to anyone. I think I can now understand why he and the Headmaster had gotten into a verbal debate on the usage of painkillers. Hell, my cock hurt so bad, that I'd all but forgotten about the pain the two little Hitler's were creating.
For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why, or what purpose stabbing my cock to death would serve.
The doctor, soon, began to fill in some of the pieces to my puzzle. Now, on his lap sat a small plastic dish with two steel rods and four half inch steel balls.
"Okay boys, I'll hold the slaves balls while you two go around and watch the doctor fit the slave with his jewelry. That's almost funny. Jewelry for jewels, how quaint."
The boys gathered either side of the doctor, in sheer delight, as they were about to witness something they'd never seen before. One of the boys had the audacity to ask his dad why they couldn't have watched when the 'boys penis was lanced'. His dad didn't respond to the question, but simply added more pressure onto my balls. If he pulled any harder they would be ripped off any second now.
Taking the first steel rod, the doctor used it to push the first needle out. More pain; just what I needed. Then the doctor did the same thing to the second needle, leaving me with two rods running through my cock. The four steel balls were slowly and carefully screwed onto the threaded ends of the rod. If these balls and rods were on somebody else's cock; I'd have to admit that they looked awesome, but since they were now a fixture on my dick they not only looked bad but felt bad as well, not to mention heavy.
When the doctor finally released his grip on my dick; it dropped earthward like a fucking rock.
"Daddy, why is the 'boy' allowed to wear all this pretty jewelry and we can't have any? I want some too. Please daddy can I have some just like 'boy'."
Still no response from the Headmaster, as the doctor finished cleaning up.
"Yeah, dad, you should let him have the same rings and all that the 'boy' has", began the other young son; "if you knew what I know, you wouldn't be too happy with him anyway."
Hot damn, the Headmaster let go of the two leather pieces holding my nuts up into my ass crack. He quickly got up and took hold of both of his sons and moved them out of the way; I think to the farthest corner of my cell. I wanted to turn to see, but I was now well educated on moving without permission.
For some reason, the doctor had moved his body, which gave me the chance to look at his face, briefly. He had the sadist expression that I'd ever seen on a man. Apparently he didn't want to do this without really numbing my cock, but I had a fleeting thought that perhaps he didn't want to perform this little 'operation' in the first place. Common sense should have told me that the sad face was for something other than my mutilated cock; especially if he enjoyed the freedom to mangle plenty of other slaves, over the years.
I was wise enough, at least I thought, to figure out the reason(s), or purpose behind these two new piercings. The way they were placed along my manhood; it would be nearly impossible for me to even get three fingers around it at any one place. So there goes jerking off and there goes getting my dick in some twat. Well, at least for now. Once I was free, they and the other pieces of jewelry would be the first things to go bye-bye. Mind you, I think body jewelry is beautiful to look at, but it is not for me to wear. Then my mind reverted to something that someone had said earlier. When I pissed, if I could, there would be a noticeable difference in the way I felt inside my cock and in the way it would now have to really 'spray' out. What a fucking mess! What a fucking nightmare!
My thoughts went quickly back to the two young boys, and the doctor. I wonder if something was going on with the doctor and one of the Headmaster's sons. Now that would be something to distract the Headmaster, whereas he might not pay close attention to me. On the other hand, it could make him more upset and he'd take his anger out on me and the others. Fuck the others, just worry about me and Jordan. We gotta get out this place. My mind was quickly becoming a cesspool of nightmares.
Out of nowhere, I was pushed to the ground; which I quickly assumed the proper four point position. The padded mitts and the other leather sure did make the concrete floor seem as if it weren't too bad. One of the goons kicked my knees further apart; actually further apart than even I had ever been keeping
them.
He quickly took hold of the two loose ends of the leather strap, which were still looped through my ball bindings, and pulled them straight up between the crack of my butt. My balls strained to follow the leather strap. Even without looking I could tell that my nuts were now well between my legs. He continued to pull on the straps, and was running the loose ends to the ring on the back of my collar. He made several adjustments on the leather before he seemed satisfied. God, was he going to leave me like this? How could I ever stand up again? Hell, I wouldn't even be able to crawl around like was learning to do. I'd have to move around like some gimpy nerd or worse. If I tried to move anything other than my head, my nuts would get the self inflicted pain.
Next, the goon began playing with my balls; which felt like they were now actually behind my legs. Jesus, now they were a perfect target, a pair of sitting ducks, for these assholes to abuse any fucking time they wanted. All the tension on my balls also caused my cock to point straight down towards the floor. It must have been an awful sight if you were watching from behind me. I guess you'd see all the glitter and glitz from back there as well. The four added steel balls seemed to feel like a ton, as they instantly began allowing gravity to take over. Eventually, the weight and movement of the new piercings would even enlarge the holes through my cock where the steel rods had been inserted.
The goon then raised my right ankle, bending my lower leg straight up. With some help, my right ankle was now attached to the right ring on my collar. In the same fashion, my left ankle was likewise attached to the ring on the left side of my collar. Jesus above... what is going to happen to me next? Why are they doing this? No man in his right mind would put me through this shit. Then it hit me... that's the reason they put those padded leather sleeves over my knees! Fuck, did they expect me to move around all the time like this, or is this just a bit of extreme terror they are playing on me just for now. Damn it all... why me. They couldn't read my mind or anything, so how'd they even think that I was trying to find a way out of hell.
I simply knelt there waiting for a command, anything; just so I could get them all out of my cell for the night. And, if they left my door open and Jordan's open, I'd crawl over and spend all the time I could with him. I just knew that he was still in a lot of pain and discomfort. I wouldn't be able to do anything more than give him some water and kneel there; but at least it was something that I needed to do.
The doctor finished up putting everything onto the cart and one of the slaves wheeled it right passed me and down the walkway he went. One other slave remained behind, kneeling next to the doctor; even if the doctor moved the slave would move with him. There were still three goons in the room, the Headmaster and his two boys. Man, did I want to just rear up and holler 'parties over motherfucker!'
I closed my eyes, trying to think of Jordan, but somehow the Speedo clad Alan popped right in there. You must admit, his body was that of a Greek God. He looked sexy in his swimsuit and he looked just as good in any type of clothes he wore. His smile brightened the gloomiest of days. Jordan's skin was a wealthy bronze; his mind was quick and at times witty. I'd never seen him with any real clothes on so I couldn't even compare the two men. Jordan's eyes were ocean blue and he had a smile to match. I don't even know why I began to compare the two men. They both had good, special qualities that any girl OR boy would love. I seemed to have some hang up now on these two individuals which I needed to address when my mind wasn't moving at warp speed. No sooner had I blinked my eyes, and their images were erased from my mind, for now.
Voices, loud voices, overtook my entire being; as I now concentrated on what, if anything, I could hear the Headmaster saying to his boys. I heard him; I think it was him, slapping one or both of them. Whatever he had learned about his one son, must be rather disturbing; as the volume in his voice would rise then lower, back and forth. Several more times I distinctly heard him hitting his son (s). Then the commotion seemed to settle down before he spoke again.
The next thing I know, one of the boys is being carried over to the doctor's stool and forced to lay his chest upon it; exposing his young butt. This much I couldn't help but see since the damn stool was less than two feet in front of me.
The goons were told to restrain the boy's limbs, as the Headmaster took his prod and began administering a healthy educational program to the boys butt and perhaps even his youthful private parts. The screaming was terrible; the boy pissed all over the floor, snot was cascading down his face as well as tears.
I had no idea how long the lesson went on; but it stopped just as soon as the boy fell silent. I mean, this was the man's own son, not some heathen soul from god knows where. Someone abruptly pulled the stool out from under the boy and he hit the floor like a sack of Idaho potatoes. I knew then that the boy had passed out.
The Headmaster barked a mouthful of orders to the goons, said a few things to the doctor and exited my cell, with his other son in tow.
The doctor and one of the goons weren't far behind, in their own haste to leave my cell; but the goon returned a few minutes later and dropped a bunch of stuff on the floor, out of my sight.
I was finally able to discover that the boy left behind, wasn't the one who had wanted me for his own personal plaything. As the goons talked amongst themselves, I listened; as doing such was keeping my mind off of the pain and discomfort I was feeling.
They spoke as if I wasn't there, or else they just didn't care if I overheard them. Apparently the boy was born gay and up till now, only his brother was aware of it. The two boys had had some, juvenile experiments together shall we say. Unable to obtain erections yet, the older boy had be finger fucking his younger brother and forcing the boy to suck his youthful prick. Now, if you were to ask me, I'd be punishing the older son, not the one who is gay.
They learned not only in whatever 'classes' they were taking but they also learned from personal experience. Apparently the gay son had some feelings towards the need to be dominated. Well shit, as a kid we are all dominated by our parents and older siblings; so what the fucks the big deal. This kid only had expressed his need for it rather than just accepting it as a part of growing up. Now the boy was in for a rude awakening, if what little I knew of the Headmaster was any indication.
I can remember all of the shit and stuff that Alan and his gay friends had to deal with in school, which wasn't easy. But this kid, now has to deal with his father, the Headmaster of this slave training school. If he wants to be dominated, well he sure will be getting that.
They moved the boy just enough so that his body was now laying squarely in his own pool of piss, and proceeded to tie his hands together as well as his feet. They even forced his mouth open and put a dildo like gag in his mouth, and buckled it behind his head. One of the goons handed another goon a small yet long black rubber dick shaped ass plug, which, after simply lifting the unconscious lad off the floor by his ankles, rammed it non-stop up the boys butt. This brought the boy to alertness in a real hurry as all of the goons laughed directly into his face.
After their laughter had subsided, they gathered around the boy even closer; and each of the grown men produced their own cock and quickly inundated the boy's body with their urine.
One of the goons stayed behind, as the other two began to slide the canvas back in Jordan's cell, and then mine. Now the slaves on either side of my cell could look directly in and only have nothing but contempt for myself and the young boy. I just knew that they must have wanted to watch the whole show, but the Headmaster must have had a good reason for them not to. Yet, they remained silent for the longest time. I knew, quite easily, that they had to of heard just about every word, every sound that had been made the whole time. I'm even certain that they've seen this type of activity long before me or Jordan ever got here.
I was beginning to have a little sadness come over me; due to the young boy who was now wide awake right in front of my face. He didn't look bad, but it seemed so unjust the way his father was treating him. However, there wasn't the first sign of distress or sadness on the boy's face. None at all, at least that I could see. I wondered what he was thinking. I knew what he was feeling.
I heard the cellblock door open. It was the first time I'd heard it all night. Footsteps, meant proper kneeling, but how in the world would I be able to do that. I moved ever so slowly, often putting more strain on my balls, but I finally managed to kneel properly; well almost properly anyway. The young boy had no choice but to simply remain laying in his piss. The footsteps weren' t coming in my direction yet, so I, like an ass, 'assumed' that he had stopped at the cell where the one slave had been 'bitched out' with a dog.
Some twenty or so minutes later the footsteps began to head in my direction. Amen, it was the doctor and not the Headmaster. He went ever so quickly into Jordan's cell, where he stayed for the longest time. He was joined by the 'goon squad' and I knew they were talking but as usual I couldn't make out a single word. The next thing I knew; the goons were carrying Jordan into my cell. They flopped him onto 'MY' cot. Once they'd done that, they simply picked up the young boy by his bound ankles and dragged him over to the cell that Jordan had occupied until now. The goons stayed with the boy, while the doctor came into my cell. Was I ever thankful that the goons stayed out.
The doctor administered to Jordan; cleaning all of his piercings, applied ointment to his ravaged rectum and managed to get him to take a few sips of water from a cup which he'd brought along. He put something on all of his cuts and bruises, which smelled like a barn; but I'm positive it was a good thing. He even held a hospital style urinal onto Jordan's dick and coached him to release his piss. I'd never have thought to do that; but then that's why I'm not a doctor.
I continued to watch, best I could, while the doctor did a couple more helpful things for Jordan; before the doctor approached my kneeling body. Since the stool had long been removed the doctor had to crouch down to inspect my recent piercings. He was doing everything in complete silence, which was now something that I was getting accustomed to. He even offered me a cup of cool water, which I might add, was like getting a gift from heaven.
I was almost finished with the water when the doctor pulled the cup away; leaving a little bit in the bottom. He brought his hand up towards my face and showed me that he'd been keeping a large pill, hidden away. He looked me square in the eye, as if to say, 'take the pill... everything will be alright.' I saw the look in his eyes, and being the type of trusting individual that I am; I opened my mouth and lapped the pill right off the palm of his hand. He brought the water cup up to my mouth and I quickly washed the pill down.
I had no idea what the pill was for. Perhaps it was a huge dose of painkiller. All I know was that I had placed all of my trust in a complete stranger; who I'd only known to be a sadist. The doctor seemed to be cleaning up a little bit; for some unknown reason. He even went out and down to the end of the walkway and returned with a hose; which he used to hose the floor clean. At least now it didn't smell like a public toilet.
He set the hose down by my cell door and walked over to Jordan. He fussed around with him just a little; moving Jordan's limbs, I suppose to make Jordan more 'comfortable', if that was even possible. I watched all of this still thinking, WHY?
I heard a bit of laughter and some loud moans coming from across the walkway, but it didn't seem to draw my attention away from Jordan or the doctor.
My eyes were getting tired and I began to feel like I was about to float away, just about the time the doctor had me get down and crawl over to the cot. Obviously the cot was only big enough for one man, so I didn't know what was to happen until I came to a stop; with my head and neck just over the cot.
No sooner had the doctor helped get my body into a position, where my head and neck were actually resting on the cot; next to Jordan's face, I felt extremely lightheaded and weak.
The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep was the comforting hands of the doctor, rubbing ever so gently and soothingly the whole area of my back.
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