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Sail Away Chapter Twenty Six
Soon, I felt a hand coursing its way up and down my left butt cheek; slowly as if inspecting it. Then the second hand on my right cheek followed a similar
pattern. To my astonishment, another set of hands began covering my back and
sides, which caused me to wonder about the who's and how many's. Don't get me wrong, but the hands were velvet smooth and soft; and in my present position and condition, they seemed almost sensual.
Both sets of hands began to find their way over just about every inch of my body, including my 'pleasure balls and thing'. Who ever owned the hands was very gentle with my former manhood; for which I was very thankful. I felt positive that before they were done roaming around over me, that one of the four hands was going to begin inflicting pain on my sore balls.
Neither of the men came close enough to the front of me, to the point where I
might have been able to obtain a sample of their scent. I didn't know, at this point if all of the hands belonged to men, teens, or boys; but I was confident to a certain degree that they were all men's hands by simply gauging the size of the hands.
I could tell by the way the four hands found each of my piercings, that they were checking them over, even in the darkness of my cell. Once again I was grateful that none of my rings had been yanked or pulled on. The only two they
didn't touch were my snout ring and tongue piercing.
It was funny, in a way that this entire time I hadn't thought about anything else except my current situation. I wasn't sure if it was pure coincidence that I hadn't or if it was the fact that I was enjoying a bit of attention for once; that I didn't feel embarrassed, perhaps because all of this was taking place in the dark. Hell, there wasn't a peep of noise coming from another cell and it was like having the whole place to myself.
I didn't want it to stop; as I was beginning to feel alive for once. I had never felt such attention in my whole life; well at least not this way. I tried to think if any of the hands belonged to Jordan, but I discounted that notion pretty quick. I knew none of them belonged to my father; as he wouldn't need to do such things to me in total darkness. The hands were too big to belong to dad's slave boy and they were to smooth to belong to the Headmaster. And,
certainly if they had planned to use this as a lesson in humiliation then they wouldn't have turned the lights out. And what about all of the other slaves; they must have gotten a good dose of the doctor's sleep aid in their evening meal.
I heard a metallic click sound and then I felt a tug on the backside of my collar. It was a steady tug, which I took to mean that whoever was doing the tugging wanted me to get up onto my hands, which I did rather quickly.
Someone then covered my eyes with what smelt like leather. A wide, soft strip of leather, and buckled it behind my bald head. Then the leash began pulling, so all I could do was to slowly turn around and follow whoever was in control.
The different feeling on my hands and knees, from the cool smooth floor in my
cell to the brick walkway only meant one thing. We were leaving the cellblock. I now heard the leather soled shoes ahead of me, but it wasn't directly ahead, therefore I knew that there were at least a total of three people with me. I heard the door slide open, and I knew we were nearing it, as I could smell the last two cells on my right, which seemed to be the only two places where the slaves were kept occupied, most nights, with their canine companions. I don't know why, even though we never had a pet dog, I could always smell them if they were anywhere near me.
The cellblock door slid shut, as we continued down the hallway. I was hoping against hope that they were taking me to be with Jordan for the night. That would have been a good ending to a bad day. The only person who I hadn't discounted from being here was Daniel; but then again, he was most likely keeping his cock busy with the slaves aboard the ship, and god only knows where the ship is now. But, with all the marvels of quick travel I wouldn't put it past them to have brought Daniel to the school, but for what I didn't know.
We stopped momentarily, while a door to our left was opened and then I was led in. I could feel the leash being dropped, as it had glanced off of my shoulder as it landed on the floor; but was still clipped to my collar. This must be a bigger classroom than normal because every sound, every movement, seemed to reverberate off of all the walls.
There was speaking, but at such a low level that I couldn't understand a single word any of them were saying. At least from the pitch and tone of the voices it was good to notice that none of them sounded like a female.
The sudden and closeness of the next sound shook me back to matters at hand. It was the distinct sounds of wood scraping across the floor and then the 'thud' of wood as it came to rest.
The leash was lifted off the floor and with the leash I was coaxed into a standing position. Then two hands from behind, resting against my shoulder blades slowly guided me forward until my two knees bumped up against something cold and soft.
Someone proceeded to lift my left leg up, by the ankle; as I relaxed the leg,
they carefully guided my upper leg portion forward on to what I assumed was a place to rest my leg. It felt cold, smooth and quite soft, as if it was heavily filled with foam. With two hands now in front of me, putting a small amount of pressure on my chest, my right leg was lifted and placed just like the left leg.
I was kneeling on something, not to high off the ground and not the least bit
uncomfortable. With the two hands still at my chest, two hands grabbed me from behind at my waist and gently began pushing my hips forward. My body came in contact with the same type of material and sensations as had my legs.
The odd thing about that was the feeling was only on either side of my cinch band. It was like my balls and thing were not making contact with anything at
all. A few more adjustments to my legs and hips and the guy in front of me began to lower my upper torso. It wasn't but a second or two and I began to feel the cool comfort of the contraption.
The ease with which I was lowered onto this thing, I could tell that it was wider at the hips and rapidly decreased in the width the further up it went to
my head. The cushioned part was narrow as I was lowered up past my chest, so
that my nipple rings were on the sides of the cushion, in plain sight for all to see.
The flat cushion seemed to flair out at the top which permitted my shoulders a bit more support, and then there was nothing except a heavily padded top part where my forehead finally came to rest. I could only guess, by feel, that there was nothing under my throat, so at least I wouldn't have to fear the inability to breathe or swallow. Both sets of hand began making 'final adjustments' to my body; some to my knees and a good pull forward by my shoulders.
It wasn't until there were no hands touching me, that I realized that my tunnel was now totally exposed as were my balls and thing. The movement of the air in the room was ample notice to my senses that such was the case. Now these men could see that my tunnel was stuffed with a butt plug. I wonder if that made any difference to them or me, at this point.
There was a little more chatting taking place, some of which I heard plainly but it didn't make any sense to me and other talk which was taking place away from me which was no more than muffled sounds.
I had never heard or given thought to the one noise that seemed to have been constant the whole time, until the sound was coming directly below my head. Someone was taking digital photographs and using one of those flash attachments that sounds like its winding itself up after every shot. It was then that I
heard my first clear and distinct full sentence. "I'm anxious to hear back from the 'boys' mother if she even decides to look at these pictures."
The camera kept taking the pictures, as a leather strap was placed over the back of my head and properly secured, leaving me feeling like something wicked was about to happen. My wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs were next to be secured, and I was fast becoming aware that I just might be in a world of shit here.
What I thought was the last 'attachment', wasn't. They, he or somebody attached a rope to the front ring on my collar and fastened it rather firmly directly below my body. Jesus, I could only think of one thing that might be getting ready to happen. I just knew that whoever these sadistic bastards are, they are about to brand my fucking ass. It was the only thing I could think of, as my master wasn't due at least for another day, and neither these people nor my father would jeopardize my virginity.
I'd have done just about anything, to be back in my cell about now. I sure wasn't here to be with Jordan, now, was I!
I guessed my father was just having his way with me or something. There probably was no logical reason for all of this to be taking place unless my dad has something to do with it all. Maybe this was how I was supposed to sleep tonight, or perhaps I'd done something earlier in the day and now it was time for me to get a lesson in 'pain tolerance'. I just wanted it over with so I could get some sleep, as I'd not had a hell of a lot of it lately, and my body was quite accustomed to getting at least ten hours a night when I lived at home.
Surprisingly enough, they weren't done with me yet. They put two small weights, of some kind on my nipple rings, two heavier ones on my 'pleasure balls' and yet an even heavier one on my 'thing'. It brought back vivid memories of earlier today when we had gone for our 'walk'. What really got to me was when they attached one to my large snout ring; that hurt like a son of a bitch.
I'd never understand how a man can find pleasure and satisfaction from causing another man so much pain and anguish, not in my lifetime that much I did know. Now if Alan was here, he just might have been able to explain all of this crap in such a way as I could understand why they treat slaves in such a disgusting manner while they are supposed to be 'teaching him his new life'.
When someone yanked my butt plug out, I began to fear the ultimate debasement. And when the plug was presented to my mouth, I knew better than refuse these people. I opened up and accepted it without as much as a groan or grunt. Thank goodness my tunnel was clean, or else I'd have been sucking ass slime all night long.
Coolness fell upon my tunnel entrance, as once again it was nothing more than a gapping hole; perhaps just the sort of physical invitation these men needed. But I still held firm to my previous notion that they weren't going to rape me.
Instantly I began to feel the cold, slippery anal grease being forced into my
tunnel, followed by a rather large finger; flicking itself all around inside me. More grease, same finger, over and over again; as I began to sweat, out of fear.
I was almost beginning to relax, but suddenly, near my head; I heard the all too familiar sound of zippers. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, as they
certainly couldn't shove their cocks into my mouth, with me in this position. If anything, it would be nearly impossible.
My father began to speak, which rather surprised me as well; not that he was speaking but what he was saying. "You sure are going to cause a considerable amount of pain with that fucking thing. Are you positive that you really want to do this now, here, before he even gets a chance to loosen up more? It sure won't kill him, but it just might tear him up a little."
One of the men spoke, with a bit of sarcastic laughter in his voice, "No, he'll do just fine. Besides, I have never broken a virgin before and this just might be one of the pinnacles of my life. We'll take it nice and slow so he won't suffer too much, but I'd sure love to hear him scream his lungs out. To bad my butler and housekeeper aren't here to see this slave."
Then coming from my other side, the third voice chimed in, "Not to worry, we are getting plenty of pictures of this so they'll get to see them once we get back home. But don't you think that if you don't get started, you'll lose what you got there?"
More clicks of the camera's shutter and I just knew that some of the photos were going to be of my exposed tunnel and of all the weights hanging down.
"And just think, we could have been on vacation enjoying ourselves and having a gay old time. But opportunities such as this don't come along often in one's lifetime. Glad we said yes to your offer and invitation. Besides, we sure can't complain about the price; now can we."
There was the 'keyword', "price". What has my dad gotten me into? Is he paying these men to be here, to abuse and torture me? One of the men began to once
again rub my body with his bare hand. It instantly began to relax me, as he went back and forth over my back and butt. He began spending more time rubbing my butt than my back. And all I could think about was "I'm fixing to get fucked".
I knew from listening to one of my former classmates, that when he fucked his
girlfriend up her ass, she screamed non-stop and bled a little afterward. I knew from just being on board the ship that getting screwed up the shitter hurts a lot. I also remember Alan telling me about the first time he fucked a dude up the ass and how much the guy screamed for him to stop. The only thing I could think about now was one small and simple word: pain. And then the one guy said 'gay old time'; so whoever these guys are, they're gay also. How is it that my father knows men, other than the slaves, who are gay? It's like the way they are all talking to one another, that they all know each other; and I know my dad isn't gay. I wouldn't even think that he was bi-sexual had it not been for him using me the way he did; and if that is the case, that means that mom probably never knew about his hidden sexual affairs.
The talking seemed to stop and all of a sudden I knew that one of the men was at my backside. It wasn't my father, as he was still near my shoulders speaking to the man; and apparently dad was taking some of the pictures.
I felt the man's cock slide between my cheeks and pass over my tunnel opening. Up and down it went over and over again, until I was becoming anxious to get this rape over with. Just do it and leave!
Then, yet another shocking surprise, when the other man lowered himself to the side of my head and spoke to me softly, saying, "Prepare to meet one of your Masters, slave boy."
I screamed but nothing was coming out, as my tunnel entrance was set on fire by the man's enormous cock. I knew for certain that he'd torn my ass up. I couldn't move, I couldn't yell, I couldn't do anything except allow these men to have their way with me.
I don't know how long it was before the cock begun to journey into my ass. It
was thankfully a slow and methodical process. It took every bit of will power and concentration on my part, to get air into my lungs. I could only hope that this event would soon end, but the cock stayed lodged within the confines of my intestines; soaking up what pleasure it could from my pulsating anal muscles; as they expanded and contracted.
Finally the cock began a regulated in and out 'fucking motion'; slow enough so as not to send me into a panic, or to fast to cause me any more undue pain. I continued to hear the clicking of the camera, along with some not so nice things said by my father. How is it that a man can simply stand by and do absolutely nothing as his only child, his son, gets fucked by another man?
Of all the times over the last week or so, that I'd told myself that I would never let my father win; I guess maybe he has indeed won. I began to feel resentment and hatred towards my father, as I continued to be impaled on this man's penis.
"Just be sure", my father said to the men, "that you get a good supply from the doctor before you all leave. I'd hate to think that until he's totally broken that you might have problems with him. And we all know just how good the doctor's medicine is."
So now my father is talking about keeping me all drugged up until they have 'broken' me. What the fuck does that shit mean? Come to think of it, what does that one guy mean when he said 'one of your masters'? And why does dad have to keep taking pictures. Not to mention the 'before you leave' part! When am I leaving, and where the fuck am I going.
Shit, I'm getting fucked like a bitch in heat and these guys are talking about medicine and leaving. I wonder if Alan talks about cars and clothes while he is fucking one of his friends. Nothing seems romantic about getting fucked or fucking somebody, at least to me it doesn't. I wonder if Jordan ever felt love and romance when he used to fuck guys. There has got to be more to this than I know. Come to think about it, I fucked Cindy twice and I didn't feel the love or emotional connection with her either; all I wanted was to feel my sperm boil up from my nuts and splatter the insides of her pussy.
As the man continued to massage my ass with his cock, my father excused himself and left me alone with these two men. It wasn't until dad had left that I
soon learned a lot more than perhaps I wanted to.
"You know, we've never decided on a name for our new slave", the guy fucking me said. "Maybe we should call him something other than a normal name. How about bitchboy or pissface?"
"Hell NO!" hollered the other man. "He needs to have a name that will fit his
new life. Let's not be in a rush to name the slave boy, it's not like he is going off to college or something. He's ours for life, unless we tire of him."
"I suppose you're right", replied the man fucking me. "You always have been the more logical one when it comes to things like that."
"Speaking of logic", came a snappy response, "How is it that you got to see the new slave, and even touch the new slave before I did. And now you get to mate with him before I do, and I've known him for nineteen years not just two weeks or so."
"It's not my fault that Mr. Morris suggested that I be the one to check him over before he made us the offer. After all, I am a doctor; or did you forget that part."
"No I didn't forget. I'm sorry, but I've waited for this day for so long that my sexual desires have overloaded my logical thinking. It isn't easy knowing that your sister has given birth to a beautiful boy. Please honey; forgive me if I seemed to have snapped at you."
"I still love you babe, and I always will but we both have got to remember that this slave is just a slave, and nothing more."
As the man's cock continued its task of fucking me, something came over me and I can't explain it. I don't know whether it was all the things that the two men were talking about or something else. I began to feel a certain 'heat' from inside my tunnel. The heat began to radiate throughout my entire body, constantly; as the cock kept going slowly back and forth. At first I thought it
was because my brain might be enjoying the whole bit of me getting fucked.
The two men seemed to have silenced themselves, as the tempo in my tunnel seemed to increase. "The slave's ass is so great; I can't believe we've never had a virgin to fuck until now."
"I know and I can't wait to fuck it myself, but you keep forgetting one important thing, dear; it is not the 'slave's ass', there is nothing on or about the slave that belongs to him. Therefore it is OUR ass, OUR slave, OUR 'boy'; not HIS."
The cock in my tunnel nearly extracted itself, but in one continuous movement it fell all the way up to the man's pubic bush; as he moaned in exhilarating
fashion, emptying his sperm deep within my body, my soul.
"There 'boy' you now have my seed in your body. Cherish it forever. It is now
that two become one."
He laid his chest over back as I could feel his chest rising and falling. I could also feel his cock pulse out the last two or three small spurts of his manseed. My whole body was awash in warmth, and for some strange reason; feeling his seed inside of me was kind of nice.
After several minutes he withdrew his now limp penis, and just before the second man went to fuck me, he whispered into my ear; "now for your other master to fuck you, and then and only then will you be complete."
The second man's cock didn't feel as thick as the first one, but by the time the entire shaft had been buried up my tunnel, I knew it too be a hell of a lot longer. There was still a tremendous amount of pain as the head of his cock pushed past the anal ring and I couldn't do much more than allow the tears of pain drip from my downward positioned face.
"This slave is so tight; it is hard to believe that he's never been fucked before. With his build and beauty, one might have thought that he would have succumbed to peer pressure by now and allowed his gay friends to fuck him. One day the slave will learn the pleasures received from being fucked like this."
I hadn't been paying much attention, until just now; and now every sentence and every word that the two men had spoken came rushing into my head like a raging river.
How do these men know I have a gay friend? And, the only person to 'see me' before I got aboard the ship was the doctor who gave me the 'company physical'. Not to mention the man who said he's known me all my life; his sister? The only person he could be talking about would be my mother. So, if my mother is his sister... then this must be my Uncle Ken. This couldn't be true. I haven't seen Uncle Ken for almost nine years, ever since he got in some kind of trouble with the police, and my mom wouldn't let him come over anymore. Shit, she never even talked about him, even though my dad thought he was an alright kind of guy.
I felt the second deposit being made up my tunnel as the man moaned and groaned in a lustful kind of way. If this man is, who I think he is, well this is a fine fucking mess. I just got fucked by my uncle, who just told me that he was now 'one' of my masters. And, the first guy up my tunnel was the doctor, who by all indications is my uncle's lover or boyfriend. Making things worse, my father had arranged all of this. Will it ever end?
"God that was great", said my uncle as he withdrew his cock from my tunnel. "Better than that other slave we got in this deal. But, you know; I think that
this slave should have one more ring in the body; just like our other new slave, right here."
Uncle Ken's finger pushed firmly on the small area between my tunnel and the bottom of my cinch ring.
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