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Sail Away Chapter Twenty Nine
The ride in the cargo net was rather short; perhaps only fifteen minutes tops, but a rather fun way to forget the previous days if only for a short time.
It was easy to tell that the ride was over, as the net slowly down to a gentle swaying motion. I could feel the earth's heat rise up to meet us. I could also smell the all familiar odor of asphalt. The next thing I knew was that several pairs of hands were grabbing hold of the net, slowing down the swaying and the twisting; until we were eased gently back to earth.
The sound of the metal snaps being released and the roar of the helicopter's engines now seemed but a memory; as the net was pulled away from us and I unconsciously rolled away from the body next to me.
I was helped up to my feet as a leash was attached to my Prince Albert as someone pulled me across the hot pavement. I tried to walk fast but the anal ring between my legs prevented me from doing anything more than a slow waddle; like a duck.
"Steps Ahead", were the only two words spoken to me by somebody; whose voice I didn't recognize; just about the time I was bumping my shin into a metal step. I slowly stepped up and followed the leash up a very short flight of stairs. A hand quickly pushed my head down at the exact time I heard 'duck'.
Wherever I was, the air seemed cool and the feeling beneath my feet made me think, for just a moment, that I was back home; as the soft short nap of carpet soothed the heat from the soles of my feet.
I could smell something which perhaps, just maybe, was a faint whiff of alcohol. Not rubbing alcohol either, but the drinking kind.
It was easy, now, to stand erect; which even sent more cool air cascading over my face and chest. Gosh, it felt so good compared to the last week or so. I
could tell that the other person who came along with me was now close behind me; he too being led by his leash.
It wasn't long before my mouth gag was removed, which allowed me a bit of time to exercise my jaw muscles; before I figured out that I'd best keep my mouth closed.
Two or three bodies bumped against me, as they went from being in front of me, to being somewhere behind. I felt a strong yank on my leash, and quickly responded.
"Kneel", came the command; and I was pretty sure it was the voice of my uncle. As I was lowering myself to the floor, I could feel relatively sure that I was kneeling between a pair of hairy legs.
I heard a similar command being given to the other slave, who I'd hoped was Jordan. "Suck it you fucking bitch", was the next sentence I overheard from my
other Master. I could only imagine that Jordan, if it was him, was being made to suck the Master's cock.
Then without much fanfare, two hands were pressing against the back of my head, causing me to lean in and downward. I felt the flesh of my Master's cock on my lips and I readily opened my mouth and took his manstick, allowing it to rest on my tongue, just in front of my tongue piercing. The hands began to maneuver my head up and down in a steady gentle motion. Every four or five 'down strokes' my Master began to glide his spit covered cock deeper and deeper in my mouth; now allowing it to roll over the tongue piercing which seemed to stimulate his cock even more.
I would have thought that perhaps I'd have heard the men speak to each other or to the two of us slaves; but the entire situation apparently was more to their liking if it was in silence. I guess that this was really the first time the two Masters had their two slaves alone; without anyone from the school or video camera's being trained on their activities.
"Excuse me Sir, but we are all set to take off now. Please pardon the interruption", came a voice from behind me.
"That's quite all right, Captain. You're not interrupting anyone, as you can plainly see that I'm merely sitting here waiting to get out of this forsaken country", my Master responded.
The next sound I heard was the 'thud' as the door was closed; which now more than ever, confirmed the fact that we were all on an airplane. It couldn't have been more than two minutes before I heard the whir and high pitch sounds of the jet engines winding up; and the plane began to slowly move. On a plane, naked and blindfolded, sucking my Master's cock and we were about to head out, presumably to my Master's home.
Having been on many planes, especially small jets like this, I could easily tell what was going on around me; even with the use of my eyes. The engines began to rev up more and more and the plane made a sharp right turn and the sounds and rumblings of the jet racing for rotation began to fill the cabin of the aircraft. As the nose of the jet began to ascend, gravity became a major player in the scene; as my head was being pulled further and further down on to the shaft of my Master's cock.
I attempted to remember everything I'd seen on the video's, along with the several cocks I'd already been made to practice on; but nothing prepared me for
such an impalement on my Master's long and thick cock, as I began to choke. I knew his hands were still firmly resting on my head; and that, along with the planes ascension made it nearly impossible for me to even pull back even an inch. I struggled to remember my breathing technique, as Master's cock glided over my tongue piercing and into my throat. I felt his pubic hair and body, which was in some ways a relief; knowing that there was no more cock to be rammed down my throat.
With my breathing manageable, I began to do the only thing I knew how to do. I began to manipulate his cock with my throat muscles and my lips. He must be at least a little satisfied with my novice work, as it seemed as if he'd not been pressing my head down as much.
As the plane began to level off, the sound of the engines wasn't near as bad now, nor was the pressure on my head. I discovered that I was actually moving my own head now; back and forth along my Master's cock, allowing the tongue piercing to aid me in my efforts to bring pleasure to my Master. His hands began to play with my dangling earrings, occasionally letting one of his many fingers find its way into my ear canal; which had it been a girl doing that to me, it would have made my thing jump for joy.
Just by the rapid pulsing in Master's cock, I could tell that he was close to
exploding his load in my mouth; however, he quickly pulled his cock out, presumably not wanting to ejaculate just yet. Master quickly and smoothly pulled
my head until it came to rest in his lap. I could feel the coarseness of his
hair on my face, but he had a most delicate and sensual man scent; which seemed to take my mind to another place.
I couldn't hear any talking amongst the Masters, nor did I hear any noise coming from the other slave. I could only imagine that he too was resting, after such a tedious morning and event filled day. I could only still hold out hope that it was Jordan who was aboard the plane with me. At least if it was him, then no matter where we were being taken, we might just find solace between the two of us.
I must have actually dozed off, because a quick rap on the top of my head brought me to full alertness; only to find that my Master's cock was waiting for
my mouth.
Sucking Master's cock didn't seem so traumatic now. It was almost something that I knew I had to do; in order to avoid the punishment prod (or worse). Master's scent was still exciting my sense of smell, as I began in earnest to prove my worth to him. I don't know if it was the situation I was thrown into or if it was just me, changing. At least, since my Master is my uncle, the one thing that I should be able to do, is to prove to him that my mom didn't raise no sissy boy; but how to do this and be able to maintain my need and desire for the opposite sex. I suppose sucking a cock because you are made to do it, doesn't make one gay, but I can't say that I'm all too comfortable with my thoughts and feelings for someone like Jordan, or even Alan for that matter.
Master's hands didn't need to be on my head this time; which I could only assume that he realized, just by the way my novice mouth and tongue were working on his stiff cock. I felt his hands rubbing my shoulders, which really felt comforting; and he even put his hands on either side of my face and stroked my cheeks while I was getting into high gear sucking his cock.
Off to my left I could hear the familiar sounds of a man getting ready to drop his seed. And, my feelings were correct; as I heard my other Master saying those normal 'male things' while his cock was pumping sperm out; presumably into the mouth of the other slave. If I could get close enough, even blindfolded, I would be able to tell if the other slave was indeed Jordan. I'm almost certain that it is, just from the scent I'd gotten earlier; but I'm not that good yet on telling which man's scent it is that I'm smelling. I only know that for me, a clean pubic region is really starting to perk my attention for some strange reason. It isn't anything like getting a good whiff of a girl or nothing; but it is a totally different and exhilarating experience.
Time passed rather slowly after I'd swallowed Master's sperm; as both Masters
were brought a nice smelling meal and I could tell by the comments I'd overheard, that the food and wine were delicious. Eventually, the Masters switched places; and I was rather surprised that once again I was made to suck Master's cock. His cock isn't as thick or as long as the first one (my uncle) but nonetheless it was big enough to make sure that I took notice. This time there was no stopping, as before, but rather what seemed to be a 'forceful blowjob'. Master not only held my head firm, but he also took advantage to the situation and actually raised his butt so his cock would ram itself quickly and effectively down to the passage way of my throat. I guess that is what some of my buddies used to call 'face fucking'.
Thankfully Master didn't need a lot of time before unleashing his second load of the day. It didn't taste anything like the other sperm I had been made to
swallow, but it wasn't awful either.
Finally both of us slaves were made to kneel on all fours, whereby someone placed containers underneath each of us; and we were told to piss into them. It
felt good to finally be able to relieve myself; and I'm sure the other slave
felt the same way. Let's face it, if you hadn't pissed in several hours you'd start to get that uneasy feeling inside of you too. Whoever was in charge of us pissing, even took liberties with my thing; as he must have felt important enough to think that he best shake my thing several times to make sure that all the little piss droplets weren't hanging on to my Prince Albert.
After being allowed to piss, we were herded into the back of the aircraft and
were told that we had about an hour to rest, before landing. It was then, only then, that all of my suspicions about the other slave were revealed. I leaned right up against his body, my mind racing and my olfactory nerves in high gear. Indeed it was Jordan. I wanted so much to say something to him, but I feared the punishment should I be discovered.
I wanted so much to let him know that I was here for him. I took my leather covered hand and found his leg; whereby I ran it up and down several times; before letting it come to rest on his cock. Jordan repaid the kindness by doing
the same to me; except that his hands weren't covered by mitts. His close contact with my thing sent a sudden chill, followed by deepening warmth coursing its way through my entire body. Jordan was very careful with my thing, knowing full well that I had the extra barbell piercings running through it; but it sure did make me feel so much better knowing that I wasn't going to have to be all alone. I suddenly felt so safe, just knowing he was here for me too.
We eventually dozed off ourselves, with our heads leaning up against one another; which allowed me to dream pleasant things of the past days, as few as they might be. The change in engine pitch and a sharp change in direction woke the two of us. We were ushered back to where our Masters were seated and were held firmly in their masculine grasp.
The clunk of the landing gears locking in place and a slight downward pitch in the plane's attitude alerted me to the impending landing.
Not being in a seat caused me a bit of a problem as we landed but just knowing that my Master had my welfare in his grasp, I wasn't to concerned. Once the
plane and come to a stop, the exterior door opened up; and I could only guess that three or four men entered the plane.
"Yes, it is only these two items which need crating. Be sure that they have a
water bottle and a biscuit before you close the crate." My uncle said to the
men; as he apparently, along with my other Master exited the plane; leaving us alone with these guys.
The Masters no sooner left, and these guys started talking up a storm. They were talking about us as if they'd seen naked slaves before and how they just knew that we were going to like sucking cock and being fucked all the time. By their accents, I easily detected that we must be in Arkansas or some place in the deep south.
They had us crawl towards the back door and as I had thought about the steps, I was startled by the fact that I didn't go down steps but rather straight out, forward onto a metal deck.
The air felt warm but not as hot as Guatemala. There didn't seem to be much airport noise; so I figured that this must just be one of those small community airports. I crawled as far as I could, before banging my head into steel bars. Jordan followed so close behind that he actually ended up banging into my butt, before he moved over to the right and finally got himself into the crate.
Actually, I'd call this 'crate' a cage; as there weren't any closed sides to it. But I guess down here they call a cage a crate. The two of us jostled around until we found ourselves squeezed in the crate side by side in very tight
conditions.
We were each given a water bottle, which I held firmly in my mitted hands. I then felt something at my mouth, which seemed to be rather course feeling but
smelled good; so I opened wide and accepted the offering. It turns out that the 'biscuit' was some form of a cereal bar or something similar; but it sure did taste great.
I heard the banging of the cage door close and the click of the padlock; followed by what must have been the tailgate slamming shut, just prior to the vehicles engine starting. My last recollection of the airport were the words from one of the men saying to us, "hope we see you again, so you can suck our dicks and eat our asses". The vehicle lurched forward and we were off to yet another unknown destination.
For a short time the vehicle maintained a rather fast speed, sending wave after wave of air flowing over us. As the vehicle slowed down, noises from the surroundings alerted me to the fact that we were being driven down a street which may have been in a neighborhood or even down the main street of a town; as occasional humiliating shouts came from people standing not to far away. I began to feel exposed once again, to the unknown, and sweat began to drip freely from my naked body.
Whatever, wherever, our destination was going to be, I could only hope that it wasn't anywhere near town; where any person could see us, at any time. My wishes must have been heard, as the vehicle began to slowing increase its speed once again.
Jordan leaned over, placing his head next to mine; this time it was he who was taking the chance of being caught talking, but one that he felt he needed to take. "It's me Jordan", he began, "I'm so glad that I'm out of that place I
don't care what happens next. If we stick together both of us will be okay. I'm really excited about having a master, but I don't know if you are. Just do what they tell you to do and do it the very best you can and you will be fine. It is like my dream come true, cocks and ass and all the good things about being a slave that come with it. You will learn to like it soon enough, if you haven't already begun to like it. Hell, you might even learn to love it;
especially since I'm here with you."
I had a few comments to make, but opted to remain silent; as the vehicle slowed and made a right hand turn onto a bumpy dirt road. I could smell the trees and even some odors that made me think that we were way out in the sticks of no where. The vehicle continued to decrease its speed and made several turns in both directions; before once again rolling onto a smooth surface.
The vehicle stopped and the driver slid out, only to be joined by another man; who's voice I didn't recognize as that of one of our Masters.
"I've been waiting for this day for a long time," the voice proclaimed; "my employers have been telling me about the one slave for several years now and today their desires have been fulfilled. By their description I can assume that the one with the cock piercings is the one they have desired for sometime now. So unlock the crate and I'll take them from here."
We were helped out of the crate and off of the vehicle, left standing side by
side; until we heard the vehicle start up and drive off.
What surprised me next, wasn't the silence surrounding us; but the quick release of my blindfold. My eyes blinked in the light, as my first sight was that of Jordan who had gotten his blindfold removed first. The next thing I saw was the man who had spoken to the driver.
He must have been in his mid fifties but he looked to be in great shape. He was wearing impeccable casual clothes and his shoes were highly polished.
"Greetings and welcome to River Falls Plantation. My name is Mister Vern, your Masters butler. I will be taking you to your quarters and get you settled in, before you come up to be with your Masters. You will not speak to me unless I need you to, nor will you speak to the housekeeper, as she will report your disobedience to your Masters."
Holy shit, did he just say, 'she'. I'm going to be around here naked in front of a female. This can't be happening to me, can it?
Mister Vern turned, beckoning us to follow him. My first look at the house surprised the hell out of me. It was immaculate on the outside and looked like one of those old southern style mansions. As we got off the pavement and onto
the grass, my feet felt so much better.
I couldn't believe that my uncle and his lover lived here, on a place as stately and beautiful as this. Sure, one was a doctor but I wondered what sort of income my uncle contributed to the relationship.
As we walked past the front of the house I got the feeling that someone was watching us from one of the many windows. It may have been one of my Masters or even the housekeeper, but I didn't want to think about that just now. I was more concerned as to just where Mister Vern was taking us.
Coming around to the rear of the house, sat two immaculate cars; one being a BMW, and the other one a Benz. We continued to walk past the garage towards what I'd call a cottage house.
Mister Vern opened the front door and stood aside, motioning the two of us to
enter. From the outside, you'd think that the inside would match the stately
appearance; but the interior was in stark contrast to the exterior. There were two twin beds, an open bathroom area, and an open shower area; with the remainder of the cottage set up to what I'd describe as a dungeon. I easily recognized some of the items, as I'd seen some of them at school; but there were
many that I had no clue as to what they were or what they were used for.
Mister Vern brought us to a halt, and quickly fixed chains to one of our ankle restraints. "I'll leave you two slaves alone for a few minutes, to get acquainted with your surroundings. This will be your home now, unless the Masters desire your presence. When I return, I will instruct you on how you are to bath, shit and anything else you will need to know. Only when you are both chained and in your space here, shall you be permitted to speak. So I'll leave you to acquaint yourselves with your new life, but keep your voices low and there will not be any contact of a sexual nature between either of you."
No sooner had Mister Vern left and closed the door, that Jordan and I found ourselves in a warm embrace, with tears flowing down both of our faces; tears for two different reasons.
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