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SAIL AWAY CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
The first thing I saw was a fist coming at my head, making contact just below my left eye. Then came a foot up in between my legs, striking my steel bound nuts. I began to see stars as another fist slammed into my stomach.
Then one of the older and larger slaves decided it would rather fun to piss on me, which caused several others to follow suit. I was dragged out of the corner and kicked repeatedly along with several more fists making contact with my tortured body.
This was one exception where closing my eyes, couldn't shield me from the pain and torment.
Moments later there were added voices in my cell, accompanied by the sounds of intense fighting and yelling. Jordan and my step-brother had run into my cell, attempting to aid in my defense. Jordan was grasping a slave's cock and balls, twisting them for all he was worth; causing the slave to crumble to the ground. My step-brother had jumped onto the back of probably the largest slave here and was using his small fist to pound on the slave's chest. However, they were not much of a match for the well muscled and older slaves. The three of us began to feel the wrath of our assault.
All of a sudden I heard a horn sounding so loud that I couldn't begin to imagine what the hell was going on. It reminded me a lot of school, during a fire drill, except the horns here were a hundred times louder.
The mayhem in my cell continued, with me getting gut and face punched several
more times; before the sounds of others in pain filled my ears. When I finally was able to keep my eyes open, the first thing I saw was an army of teachers, including the Headmaster; their prods being put to use on the aggressors. The onslaught of the prods seemed endless, even after some of the slaves began to plead for mercy. The Headmaster seemed to have singled out the slave who started everything and was constantly applying the prod to the slave's cock and balls.
It wasn't until dad arrived, that the cell quieted down considerably. The one
time I was glad to see him, but he didn't even seem to be too concerned at the moment, with me. He was yelling to the teachers and Headmaster to remove the other slaves, as they were all being handcuffed. "Take them all in to town, NOW! Set them on the X frames and leave them there. The men and boys in town will know just how to treat them. Maybe after they get most of their skin whipped off of their bodies, they'll understand that such behavior is totally unacceptable in our society."
As the slave's were being lifted off the ground and removed, I couldn't help but to notice that the three of us boys had blood covered bodies. I was more concerned about the other two than myself as I tried to crawl over to them. Jordan seemed to have gotten the worst of it, as it was plain to see the wide gashes in his head from the severe pounding he received.
The doctor ran in and quickly assessed the situation and the three of us were
quickly taken to the slave's examination room for treatment. My dad followed the triage, speaking with the Headmaster as they went along.
We were met in the treatment room by four or five males, who were wearing shorts; who I'd never seen before. They helped us get up onto the exam tables, which really was a blessing in disguise. The doctor had the men start to carefully clean away the blood, as he prepared to start stitching up Jordan's head.
The only part of myself, which seemed to really be hurting right now were my 'pleasure balls'. One of the men quickly placed several freezer packs on them
and that seemed to keep any more swelling from occurring. I heard the man asking the doctor if I'd be better off without the steel encompassing my balls and thing but the doctor simply and casually dismissed the suggestion.
Since I wasn't on the middle table I couldn't see both of the boys, only my half-brother. He was already showing a lot of bruising on his chest and face, but as he was lying there, like a brave solider, he had a slight smile on his
face; as if he'd just battled the enemy and had won.
I could hear my dad talking to the Headmaster and someone else, directing them on what he perceived to be additional, appropriate and adequate set of punishment for the male slaves who started the assault. It wasn't long before I saw him walk over to Jordan and speak with the doctor, before he moved over next to the younger slave. My dad showed a slight sign of compassion as he gently and carefully ran his hand over the boy's head; then he turned and stood next to me.
Carefully and cautiously dad moved my dick, letting it lay atop my stomach; noting the bruising and broken blood vessels he seemed quite disturbed. Then he gently lifted off two of the ice packs and leaned over me to get a better look at my battered nuts. To me, it almost seemed as if he began to show a little bit of remorse, just before his mind sent him into seeking revenge from the slaves responsible for all of this carnage.
Just before turning to leave, he said something rather strange or should I say rather 'odd' for a person in his position. "When you've finished with the 'boys' bring them up to the house, and we'll tend to any further needs which they may have."
I thought his remarks and orders seemed quite caring. However, I was a bit confused when he used the word 'house'. I hadn't heard anyone here say anything
about a house. I just thought everyone lived here at school or in town.
I lay there, silently; as Jordan made a few sounds as he was getting sewn up. My half-brother was silent throughout his treatments. The doctor kept checking on the swelling of my balls and cleaned out the few cuts and scrapes I had on my face and head. I could only guess that we were in the examination room for perhaps an hour before several men arrived with what looked like those military litters. We were each loaded on to one of them and began our next phase of the night; heading up to the 'house'.
The night air felt so much cooler than the stifling heat of the day. There was even a slight breeze which made looking skyward seem like I was on a family
holiday. The men carrying the three litters were strong and well defined. Even in the moonlight, I could see their muscles flex with each step they took.
It was so dark that I really couldn't see more than a couple of feet beyond, but the smells, the fragrances from all of the plants and flowers was overwhelming. Briefly I even thought that mom had been here and toiled away planting them for dad, but I knew better.
Even though the journey was a short one, so to speak; I was so tired that I nearly fell asleep towards the end of the trek. I just felt so relieved that the beating had stopped and that dad seemed to actually care about me now. It was a warm feeling that swept over me, as the night air seemed to engulf my soul.
We were carried into a room, which was nothing like our cells. It even had real beds, although not the king size I was accustomed to at home. We were carefully placed in our beds, with crisp clean sheets and a wonderfully fluffy pillow. The men left quickly and the three of us didn't know if we had permission to talk or not; so we just lay on our beds and kind of just looked at each other for a while. I couldn't seem to understand why those two had smiles on their faces after what we'd just been through; but apparently they were both happy to have come to my aid; which I was again, indebted to Jordan was more. If you could have only seen the look on his face; it was so angelic and innocent looking that it made me all warm and tingly inside.
A few minutes later, a man dressed in shorts and a nice Hilfiger shirt entered the room, carrying a tray of nice cold milk and cookies. After placing the tray on one of the night stands he offered the refreshments to us, which we greedily accepted and consumed. Not having milk for so long, this was a real treat for me. The man didn't seem surprised at all, as each of us lifted our snout rings out of the way and ingested the milk and cookies. For such a brief time, I felt almost normal again, almost human.
I'm just guessing, but I think it must have been the plush carpet which prevented us from hearing my dad's footsteps; as he entered our room dressed in nothing more than a beautiful imported silk robe. He greeted the man and remarked about how fast we slaves had devoured our snack. The man simply chuckled and agreed with dad. As the man stood close to the doorway, dad moved over to my half-brother and instantly the boy was on his knees; apparently draining the piss from my dad's body. For a moment I couldn't believe what I was witnessing but then I remembered that I too am a slave and all of this should have become more natural to me. After all, the young slave had known nothing his whole life except what the teachers saw fit to teach him; and Jordan didn't seem to mind at all, judging by the expression on his face.
When dad was finished, he commanded the boy to kneel and present. Once the boy was in his position, dad quickly pulled the small butt plug from the slave's tunnel and forced it in the slave's mouth. Dad didn't say anything, but I could tell that neither he nor my half-brother were novices.
Dad stepped over to Jordan, where he ordered Jordan to kneel next to his bed and lay forward, exposing Jordan's tunnel. Dad proceeded to remove Jordan's plug and I could see that there was still an ample amount of grease on it, just as dad pushed it into Jordan's mouth.
Using his bare feet, dad pushed Jordan's knees farther apart, which instantly
told me; that I was about to see my very first man to man fuck. I wasn't wrong; as dad stepped behind Jordan's beautiful ass and slid his cock in. Jordan didn't make a solitary sound, although once I thought I heard him moaning softly.
I continued watching, as were my half-brother and the man. Dad kept up a slow
pace, and didn't appear to be hurting Jordan in any way. I began to wonder if dad was the kind of guy that made sounds when began to spit his manseed. To my astonishment, dad withdrew his hot iron from within Jordan's body and walked over to me. I could see some of the ass grease which was coating my dad's cock. I didn't dare look up from my bed as I knew it would have gotten me into deep shit. Dad stopped directly in line with my face, and I could smell the distinct fragrance of Jordan slimed all up and down my dad's cock.
Dad then asked the man to assist him, as they both carefully moved me; so that I was laying across the bed, on my back, with my head just over the edge of the mattress. The man then adjusted the cold packs on my 'pleasure balls', keeping them 'on ice' as he put it.
I knew then, just exactly was about to take place. Dad leaned over my face, with his hands now on either side of my waist and began to lower himself down His cock was about to touch my lips, but I opened up my mouth just in time. Slowly he brought his hips down, placing more of his magnificent cock into my mouth, as I now had closed my lips around it. I could feel his cock touching the tongue piercing, and going past it. I knew that if he continued, his cock would find its way into my throats passageway. Dad was now doing all of the work, as I lay there, amazed at what was happening. I wasn't sucking his cock; he was actually fucking my face. And, if that wasn't enough, he was doing it in front of Jordan and my half-brother, not to mention this other man.
I'd finally been able to swallow all of Jordan's grease and ass slime off of the cock, and now I only had the raw hard shaft to concentrate on. Now I know, I just know, that mom never sucked on my dad's dick; and here he was, fucking my face.
Even though he was taking his time, I could tell that it wouldn't be long before he drained his nuts. Not that I was a good cocksucker or anything, but after sucking dick for most of the day, I was getting good at telling when the cock was going to dump into my mouth.
He finally had the entire shaft impaling my mouth and throat. I gagged once or twice but it wasn't anywhere near as bad as the first few times that had happened to me earlier. I was still able to get ample amounts of air into my lungs as my throat muscles expanded and contracted around his manhood.
His seed came in bursts, which from all appearances, led me to believe he hadn't had sex in days. Dad kept his hips steady as spurt after spurt of his seed began to slide down my throat. There wasn't much of a taste, but I guess that was to be expected since none of it actually came in contact with my tongue.
I have no way of explaining what had just happened. In some circles, some countries, this was nothing shy of pure unadulterated incest. But, for my dad, it had to of meant something else, something more. To me, well, I'm not sure now, just how I feel about it. Like, how many fathers have sex with their sons? But if I was to look at, and assess what we just did; I could only think of it, now, as something that a properly, well trained slave is supposed to do. I couldn't see it any other way. Age was not the issue; parental rights didn't play a part of it either. It is a cock on a male, which when needing to be
serviced, is serviced whenever possible by a slave.
Dad slowly got off of the bed, pulling his robe so that it covered his now deflated manstick. He moved around the bed so that he was now looking at my body from the other side. I could feel him remove the ice packs, exposing my balls. He said something in a hushed tone to the man and then proceeded to pick up my 'thing' by the Prince Albert ring. The way he began to feel my 'thing'
made me forget about the discomfort in my balls. I tried to will away all of
those youthful feelings of arousal but they all failed miserably. Dan kept up his manipulations until my sore 'thing' had finally become rigid. I couldn't even remember when the last time it had been firm and hard like this. I didn't care if it was my dad or who ever; my mind went into overdrive wanting nothing more than to eject my sperm.
It was amazing how dad worked his fingers in between my two barbell piercings
running horizontal through my 'thing'. I was beginning to think that he might have done this once or twice before. While his one hand was massaging my thing, he used his other hand to gently and carefully remove my butt plug. No sooner had the plug been removed, I felt the rush of air enter my bowels. Strange, yes; but I guess that my tunnel opening was now accustomed to having the plug in it, that the muscles were in no hurry to close up.
I could feel dad slowly putting one of his fingers inside the tunnel, only one. At first, for a minute or so, it felt weird; like something was alive inside my ass. Then his finger stopped and began going in a slow circular pattern over one specific area. The more he moved his finger around, he also added a little more pressure.
I knew what was about to happen, would have normally been a very, very embarrassing moment for some boys. I could feel my sperm, as it seemed to begin to boil up from my balls. The more indications I was receiving from my brain about the impending explosion; the more my balls began to hurt. The pain was immeasurable. I don't know what happened. I could actually feel each ball, separately, as it tried to work more fluid up. Being separated and bound in steel bands, my balls had no choice but to hurt.
With my eyes now wide open, looking backwards, seeing Jordan and my half-brother watching every moment of this experience caused me to have the desire, the need, the want; for this to continue on, regardless of how much pain I was in. Both of them had the nicest smiles on their faces, as if to be saying to me, 'way to go'.
Finally, my 'thing' exploded in a shattering volley of hot cum. Dad had been careful to keep the 'thing' pointed in the right direction; which allowed my sperm to land squarely on my upper chest and abdomen.
My balls were begging for help, from the pain. My 'thing' oozed the last remaining bits of sperm, as dad set it gently against my skin. I could still feel it pulsing, as all of the blood tried to find a way to escape the cinch ring. My eyes were seeing stars flash blindly as they passed in front of me.
With such raw emotions and feelings in my brain and on my physical being; I didn't notice that dad had removed his finger, leaving my tunnel vacant.
Dad offered me his grease and slime covered fingers; one with tunnel grease on it, and the other with remnants of my seed clinging to it. Without thinking or hesitation I sucked them both clean.
I heard dad snap his fingers a couple of times, and then noticed my half-brother as he climbed up on my bed; licking up every bit of my sperm. Jordan had gone around to my butt.
The man was now involved, as he stood next to my head; reaching over and grasping both of my legs. He pulled them forward and worked my knees onto my upper chest; near my shoulders.
Now there were four people utilizing me like a piece of flesh or raw meat. Jordan's tongue was now probing the inner darkness of my tunnel, my half-brother still busy at licking up my seed, the man acting like an iron statue holding my legs up out of the way; and now, finally, my dad re-introducing my mouth to his cock as he once again had found a receptacle for his urine.
Every time Jordan moved his head, it rubbed up against my balls; sending waves of discomfort throughout my body. I had to swallow piss and cope with the pain all at the same time; not to mention tossing in my half-brothers tongue manipulating my nipple rings so he could lap up the remains of my sperm. I was
in such distress that I couldn't, I wouldn't; begin to process mentally what was going on. I was glad when dad's cock exited my mouth, as I greedily sucked in air; and even more delighted when Jordan was commanded to stop his tunnel manipulations and return my butt plug to its' rightful place.
As Jordan and this man, together got me positioned properly on my bed; I began to feel some relief. Dad was sitting on the edge of my mattress just looking at the other two slaves; as if he'd wanted to say something to them, but he
remained silent as the two climbed back onto their own beds and lay down.
The man left us instructions as to where we would find the shower room, should there become a need to piss. Dad very quietly, yet with a certain degree of
authority in his voice, informed us that the lights would be going out in thirty minutes; and followed that up with telling us that during the those thirty minutes we were allowed to speak with one an other. Hearing him say that made me feel so good. I had a lot I wanted to say to Jordan and my half-brother, all good, of course. My mind was saying, to dad, 'okay, now get the fuck out and let us slaves talk in private.
The man, who by now I guessed to be my dad's butler of sorts, turned to leave; as did my father. Upon standing, my dad said nothing to me directly. He simply walked over to my half-brother and said; "Come slave, come with your Master."
Dad held out his hand and helped the young slave rise up off of his bed. Still holding on to his hand; both dad and my half-brother followed close behind the 'butler', leaving just Jordan and I in the room, alone.
If Jordan hadn't of spoken first, to me; I wouldn't have even known that my mouth had dropped open when I heard my dad utter those words.
My father had now claimed his first slave.
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