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Sail Away Chapter Thirty
We no sooner had broken our embrace, when we started looking, intently, at each others ringed bodies. Jordan was totally surprised to see that they had given me an anal piercing just like his; just as I paid close attention to his, since I couldn't see mine very well. Jordan, up close and in the light, looked so much different than what he looked like at school.
Without body hair, Jordan looked like he'd been working out in a gym for a long time. His arms and legs were full and firm, and his butt wasn't one of those 'bubble' butts. The one thing that hadn't changed was the color and mirror like finish of his beautiful eyes. Jordan's thing looked so huge, now that it was void of hair; not to mention his Prince Albert.
It didn't take long before we began to speak again; each of us racing to get our words spoken. I couldn't help but to compliment Jordan on his looks and appearance; which, coming from me of all people, seemed rather odd.
Jordan, on the other hand, combined his compliments with words of wisdom; explaining in his own words what each of the body rings could or would be used for. He seemed rather excited that he'd finally gotten off of the ship and had a Master now. He continued to talk about all of the good things that slaves can do, and all of the good things that he and I might expect to happen in the days and years ahead. I guess that since he was gay and had a large submissive side, that being a slave was something that he'd always thought about or dreamed about.
We both began to explore our cottage/dungeon. It was nothing more than one big room actually; but with all of the other things in it, there didn't seem to be a lot of extra space. It didn't take long to find out just how far each of our chains would let us move around.
Jordan began explaining things like the St. Andrews Cross, the two sets of stocks, the chains and hoist systems, and even a well designed and eloquent looking 'fuck bench'. He dragged his chain behind him, as he ventured over to a wall and began handling and even smelling the leather on the multitude of whips and crops which adorned the entire surface of the wall.
There were several locked cabinets on the opposing wall, which Jordan explained was where the more intricate and social elements of training are kept.
I don't know if I was surprised or what, but the shower area was set up just like the ones at school; including two water cock/enema nozzles. When I took a cursory glance at the toilet, memories of receiving a painful shock flew back into my thought process; and I immediately backed away from it.
From all angles, Jordan seemed to be in slave heaven; as he described in microscopic detail everything that his eyes were seeing. As for me, I became more and more timid and withdrawn with each sentence he completed. Surely, slaves had to be used for some form of work or something; not just for sex and torture. And, that's when I just came out and asked Jordan if he was in to all of these things, and the pain and torture part. Jordan seemed surprised that I even asked that question, and the look on his face went from glee to gloom.
"Listen 'boy', you just don't get it do you?" he replied. "Daniel and I both told you that you were to become a sex slave; and a lot of the time, pain and
torture are part of it. Some Masters feel that torture is merely a part of their sexual needs and desires. So you had just better get any other ideas out of your head, before it's too late. They are going to fuck you and force you to do things which you never thought possible. The school only gave you an inkling of what is in store for you. Hell, I've been kept in dungeons off and on for a couple of years, but never have I had a Master; which now I'm happy and don't have the first fucking complaint."
I guess my mouth must have dropped wide open, as Jordan seemed to have berated me, of all people. It wasn't that he sounded mean or expressive towards me, but from all that he said about being happy that he and I were together; this seemed to be a complete turn around. I would have to think about his words and tone of voice at another time; as the door opening up put a halt to our meaningful introduction into our new surroundings.
I was at first, momentarily, caught off guard and didn't know what to do; however, since the butler was a man and was of higher importance than me, I quickly knelt down and assumed my presentation posture, with my head on the floor.
My immediate actions must have pleased the butler, as he commented, "well done slave boy, well done."
From the shadow on the floor, it was plain to see that Jordan had also dropped to his proper position, as the butler continued speaking. "It appears that you two slaves can't be left alone not even for five minutes without you breaking at least one rule. I distinctly told both of you that there was to be no sexual contact between the two of you; yet you both have already broken your first rule. Close contact, such as your hugging each other is considered a 'sexual contact'; which is a punishable offense. The masters will take such flagrant violations into consideration, when it comes the appropriate time to administer your punishment."
I guess I know now that 'hugging' is an offense. I didn't seem to be upset about it though, and I don't know why not. Perhaps it was just from the way the butler spoke, in his monotone voice, not showing distain or anger. Perhaps it was merely something which I was becoming accustomed to; but again, I wasn't sure of my feelings at that moment. It could have been, simply, that my mind was still in learning mode as I'd just been listening to Jordan giving me his little 'pep talk'.
The butler seemed to be an alright kind of guy. He had ample opportunity to inspect each of our bodies, but he never once placed a hand on either of us even as he walked around each of our positioned bodies so close that I could see the light bounce off of the shine in his shoes.
"Now then; I'm sure that by now you've seen enough of your cottage to know that you will be spending a lot of time in it. I am only here, presently, to inform you slaves of some of the more traditional rules of behavior and etiquette.
Slaves shall receive three meals per day, and you are expected to eat everything which is given to you. Slaves shall be clean at all times, including two if not more, enemas per day. The only contact between the two of you, for now at least, shall be when you are commanded to touch one another. You shall rise in the morning when your cottage lights come on, and you shall be in your slave beds prior to when the lights are turned off at night.
Since only one of you has been treated for hair growth, the other slave shall be kept free of hair in all of the appropriate places deemed necessary by the masters, by me personally.
Each of you slaves is responsible for cleaning and maintaining your own body jewelry. I shall demonstrate and instruct each of you on the proper method and application of such ointments as required.
Since your masters have seen fit to allow you a bed, each of you shall see to it that your bed is properly made each and every morning, just as soon as you get up; which means before taking your morning piss or anything else. You shall also be held responsible for keeping your cottage clean and orderly; just as it is now. Any and all implements used for your education shall also be
maintained in a clean and working condition by the two of you."
I was glad that the butler stopped talking. I sure as hell wasn't used to general house keeping chores, and it appears that I'm just going to have to get used to them. Jordan on the other hand will probably be in his glory doing things like that, since he's such a perverted little gay boy.
The door opened once again, and I got an instant dose of perfume scent. I heard a metallic thud directly in front of me and then came the aroma of food. "Eat your dinner!", came the command; but instead of the butler ordering us to eat; it was the housekeeper.
I pushed myself up onto the palms of my hands and noticed a rather large bowl of food sitting on the floor about two feet in front of me. I crawled over and discovered that the meal, whatever it was, was all ground up into just one main meal. I knew, from the smell, that there was red meat; and from the flecks of different colors I could see that there were carrots, green beans and a small amount of potato.
I had forgotten about my hunger until now, but how quickly does one devour food when needing sustenance. Damn, the food was great; even tasted like restaurant food as long as you didn't look at it. In my eagerness to eat, I had forgotten to notice whether or not the housekeeper had left.
Indeed, she was standing there slightly behind the butler; watching the two of us tear through the meal. "It looks as if the new slaves are hungry, or it just might be my good cooking", she said to the butler in a rather comical way.
"Well now that the slaves have eaten up everything, go ahead and get your bowls and get back up to the house. You came to see the new slaves, and to get a cheap thrill so get out of here before you get us all in trouble. You damn well know that you're not supposed to be anywhere around the cottage." The butler said with sort of an authoritive growl in his voice.
"Thank you", I said, hoping beyond hope to gain a few points with the staff. Strangely enough, the housekeeper replied 'you're welcome'. She gathered up the two bowls and left just as quietly as she had entered.
"Slaves, you have made me happy. You both remembered to thank the person who fed you. Now, since your day has been rather long, and I don't want you to think that I'm the mean one around here; I'm going to forgo your evening instructions and your enemas but that doesn't mean you are free for the night. The masters will be down shortly to administer you punishment for having close contact with one another; and I'm to prepare you for same." The butler finished his comments abruptly and then he released me from the chain attached to my ankle.
As Jordan watched, I was taken to the area of the cottage where chains were dangling from the ceiling. By the time the butler was finished with me; I was spreadeagled firmly with my butt facing the entry door. I heard him removing Jordan's chain and as Jordan came into view, I could plainly see that he was 'excited'; as his cock was ridged, even with the heavy ring hanging from the piss slit. I wasn't sure just why he was aroused, but surely, heaven forbid it was because he was about to receive a punishment.
The door creaked open, denoting the arrival of our Masters. "All ready and waiting Sirs", commented the butler as he too made a hasty exit.
Knowing that the Masters would come around to our front, Jordan and I lowered
our heads; somewhat preventing us from looking at the Masters in a direct fashion. Master Doc is how he was to be called, stood firmly in front of Jordan
running his soft hands all over the naked body of his new slave.
My Master seemed to be more interested in my 'thing and pleasure balls'; apparently because of the way they were so pronounced in their slave like fashion. He had taken one of them into each hand and firmly squeezed them; apparently wanting to see just how much pain I could handle, for now. It didn't take much effort on his part, before I began to moan with slightly more than a discomforting feeling.
"We are going to have to work long and hard on the slave's pain threshold. It
appears that we may have not taken a better look at the videos before we jumped right in and took him from the school. But, we could always return him for more in depth training", my Master said with laughter in his voice.
"Well their first discipline will tell us more, if you were to ask me", commented Master Doc; as he went over to the wall which contained all of the whips, etc. "But perhaps we should just prod them tonight, which will allow us a bit more freedom to pain them versus a conventional punishment whip."
"No, let's do as we'd discussed. Just select your choice and get on with it, and I'll do likewise", my Master said in his monotone voice.
Neither of the masters said anything to us about the reason for being punished; perhaps knowing that the butler had already spelled out our transgression.
I heard the whoosh of air as the whip went sailing; but it wasn't my body that was the intended target. Jordan let out a ferocious scream, as the leather made contact with the backside of his body. Another and another, before Jordan fell silent; the nearly inaudible sounds of his crying bouncing off of the floor beneath his bowed head.
Not hearing the next sound, I was completely caught off guard as the first blow from a multi laced riding crop came crashing down on my soft butt. I yelped like a dog getting scolded. Over and over again the crop came in contact with my body, from my shoulders down to the backs of my legs; the final two blows came from the front, as my Master landed two perfect strokes on my separated balls. I nearly fainted from the pain, but willed myself to maintain some semblance of slave composure.
Jordan's Master clipped a leash onto his collar and then released him from the chains. Both of them soon left the cottage for parts unknown to me.
My Master seemed rather oblivious to my pain and discomfort, as he saw fit to
leave me strung up on the chains. Before me, I heard him fumble around with a set of keys; I could only imagine that he was going into one of those cabinets where Jordan said contained other intricate training devices.
I couldn't imagine that I was about to receive more punishment, not unless Jordan was to get some too. Maybe he was already getting some other form of discipline out of my sight, but right now all I could or should be thinking about is myself.
Into my field of vision, came my Master's hands; each with a lead weight the size of a baseball. He quickly attached them to my balls and dropped them; causing an intense searing pain to shoot up into my gut. Next he attached to weights, the size of golf balls to my nipple rings and like my balls, he simply
let them fall from his hands; jerking my tender nipples even further down my
chest.
From behind me, Master slid a ridged plastic collar over my steel collar; which, being so wide, it kept my head facing directly to the front of me. When I
focused my eyes, I could see a huge television screen; which apparently was one of the many things behind the closet doors.
"Now then slave, just like at school, there are many, many hours of video training films for you to watch. And, since this is your first day here, I'll stay with you for a while so that you won't feel neglected. Besides, it has been so long since I've seen you that I think time spent together will help us to better 'bond' with one another. You have no idea how many years that I've waited for this day; a day which has been blazoned into my brain for all eternity; the one thing which I've longed for. I'm sure that the first video will bring you some closure on your former life and introduce you to what appears to be your new world.
Unfortunately, some of the video is not up to my normal standards, as my photographer is no longer in my employ; and had to be taken by others who are not so familiar with my degree of quality. Now just settle in and relax; above all else, enjoy the show and learn from it, as it just might become your only road to salvation."
My Master took a seat on one of the beds, where not only could he see the screen, but he also had an excellent vantage point to see my nakedness and to watch my every reaction to the upcoming video.
The screen came to life, flickered once or twice and just as it cleared, there sat my father in a big leather chair; just like the one at home. The pain from my punishment whipping seemed to smolder throughout my entire body, as I watched my dad take a sip of his favorite mixed drink, a White Russian with a purple swizzle stick. He simply sat there, giving the impression that I was in the same room with him; waiting until he'd finished up his work before speaking to me. The odd thing about the video was my dad's pants. He wasn't wearing a belt, the top button was undone, his zipper was down and there was a sizable, quite noticeable bulge beneath the fabric. I knew that I would have had to turn my entire head, to see my Master; which if I did so, would possibly give him the proper opportunity to discipline me again, so I wisely opted not to concern myself with what my Master was doing or not doing.
As dad sat the small handful of papers on the table next to his chair, he took another sip of his drink; and it was then that I noticed a shadow on the floor of the room he was in. The shadow was moving and changing dimensions and finally, my half-brother, dad's new slave came into view; crawling ever so properly towards dad's crotch.
It didn't take long before he'd used his mouth to extract my dad's man sized
cock and began sucking it. I was in awe, watching the teenaged slave effortlessly bury dad's entire shaft in his mouth and down his throat without even a glimmer of gagging. The slaves' age and upbringing must have played a huge roll in allowing him to perform so well. I could only just imagine how many dicks the slave had sucked while he lived among all of the men and boys in town.
Dad left one hand on the slaves' head, the other holding his drink; as he finally raised his head and looked directly into the camera lens.
"Well John Henry, I suppose by now that you've had time to get acquainted with your new surroundings. I hear that your Master has quite the 'cottage' for you and Jordan. I hope to one day visit him, time permitting, and perhaps I'll be able to see if you've made much, if any progress.
I want you to know that I am under no obligation to make this video for you; however, since you were once my son, I felt a small obligation towards making
sure that you understood completely just what and why things have changed. Your mother is still pursuing a divorce but perhaps there is a small degree of
probability that I can convince her to change her mind.
I feel that once she knows and sees that you are happy, healthy and content in your new life; that she will understand why I did what I had to do. She did call last evening, to talk briefly about a few things, one of which was you. She has availed herself of the offer from your friend's father, to sit down and have a few uninterrupted chats with him about slavery. Perhaps hearing that slavery is the modern and most economical method of producing labor and product, she will come to realize that what I've been involved with over these last many years has helped to provide a stable and financially secure future for her and you.
And, IF there were to ever be an occasion for you to speak, let alone see, your mother; it would benefit you tremendously if she heard from you, just how happy and content you are. Those benefits would stretch far and wide; but I hesitate on raising my hopes that you will ever succumb to the business world."
WOW, that was a lot to digest. So mom is talking to someone about slavery. I wonder if it is Alans' dad. Maybe she is going over there and then she will be right there amongst the household slaves and see how harmless it is to own slaves. It sure would be great if she finally eases in to accepting slavery as a part of every day living; then mom and dad might have a common ground to talk about and mend their differences. I'm not so sure though about her seeing me naked and all, but I'd love to talk with her over the phone.
"I don't want you to think that I've sold you to your uncle just because he is related. He is not always a kind and caring person; especially when it comes to slaves. I can only imagine, with your attitude that you have already gotten yourself disciplined; not that it matters to me, as I would have belted your teenage ass over and over again for all of the situations you put me and your mother through. Knowing that your fellow slave has been removed from the
cottage, I just want to remind you of your anal piercing. In our world, when a slave carries an anal ring, it is a sign that his owner has given consideration and merit to having said slave castrated. If a slave can't be controlled or taught to become whatever he is purchased for, the master will not hesitate to remove the one thing which remains that just might be causing the problem. So just keep your ring in your daily thoughts, knowing that it is to remind you to behave, learn, respect, and above all to bring nothing but happiness, pleasure and pride into your master's life.
Before leaving you to your new life, I just wanted to mention to you that the
photographer that you saw always filming you up close and personal; well since your master discovered that he wanted to fuck you and almost succeeded, had the man committed to a life of slavery. He has already been cleaned up, inside and out. He no longer has body hair, and his rings are a tad bit larger than those on your body. I'd say that right about now, he is losing his nuts in the doctors' treatment room. Your master has decided to leave him here until he remembers nothing of his former self; and only lives for pain and suffering, at which time he will be returned to your master. Just remember that the same thing could easily happen to you, should you violate your masters' confidence."
The video came to a stop, nothing but snow on the screen; as I could hear the
disc changer moving to begin playing another DVD. I couldn't help but to think of the poor man getting his nuts cut off, just because he wanted to fuck me; but rules are rules I guess. I wonder if my Master is going to sit through another video with me? I hope Jordan is okay, but there has got to be a reason why he was removed from the cottage. I don't know how many training videos that I'm expected to see and learn from but if what dad said is true, I suppose I should pay real close attention to them, along with every word that comes out of my Masters' mouth.
When the second video began playing, all that was visible on the screen was my Master, standing next to Master Doc; apparently taken inside of their plantation home.
"Greetings slave", the video had begun.
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