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Sail Away Chapter Thirty Three
Jordan and I could do nothing more, than to remain on all fours as the workers ate their noon time meal. The advantage, if you want to call it, was that they chatter was easily heard and was of some benefit; at least to me it was.
It seems that the workers are actually men who work for a firm that supplies labor to people when they need it. It isn't as if my uncle and Master Doc have to have them working here seven days a week.
And gathering by their conversations, having them here today was for a bit more than just work. An occasional tidbit was tossed in my direction, which I quickly ate; caring not that it was now coated in dirt and grass.
I dare not bring my head up and look around, but I did keep my eyes moving at
all times, trying to see if Jordan was okay. I heard a few of the workers comment on the differences between Jordan and myself; which really boiled down to them already being told that Jordan was the 'experienced' gay boy and I was the unwilling slave.
I knew right away that Jordan would be used more than me, as he had already been made to swallow piss, thanking the men once they were drained. I had time, scant as it was, to think about the day's activities. I could understand the reasoning behind my willingness to agree so quickly with sucking cock. Sucking dick wasn't going to get me punished. It wasn't something that repulsed me anymore, but I still didn't have the same craving for it as Jordan did; just another example between straight and gay, I suppose.
By now, I had totally gotten over my embarrassment, shyness, about being seen
naked in front of other men; regardless if they were slaves or free men. I had to realize that my life was changing faster than I could keep up with it,
and to just allow myself to go with the flow seemed to be the fastest way out of here and back home; perhaps even to help dad run his company. I just knew that my dad and uncle had been scheming this for a long time, perhaps keeping mom out of the picture completely. As dad would have called it; 'one of life's lessons'.
It didn't take long before one of the workers placed a plate of scraps under my face. He made sure that I understood him telling me to eat everything on the plate, 'like a good boy'. As I began to eat, I noticed that they had even put food on the plate that had been chewed on already. That part of my training I found to be disgusting. All I could do was close my eyes and bury my face onto the plate and 'chow down'. As I was eating, one of the workers thought it would be amusing to stand over me and piss on to my meal. The smell of hot urine, mixed with the food made me want to vomit; but someone saw fit to hold my head down so that there was no escaping the fact that I was having to get my very first taste of man piss.
I had not one once of concern for Jordan by now. He always wanted to be a slave, and now he is getting his wish. If this is the lifestyle, life, he wants; then from what I can tell, he sure as hell will get it, and more.
I hadn't even finished eating the food and piss, before some of the workers were pissing all over my back, butt and bald head. They seemed to be amused by their own actions, as each and every one of them made some kind of degrading remark; which was aimed at me. The stench of so much piss began to cause my own stomach to churn.
"It looks like you men enjoyed your lunch, not to mention the little extra sideshow," my uncle said in a humorous tone. "Why don't you fix the slave up to
your table so that his pert little tunnel is exposed even more. You can play
with him for the next hour, providing it doesn't interfere with any of your work, remaining to be done today."
For a second, I thought my Master was talking about me and MY tunnel, but as it turned out he was referring to Jordans' beautifully shaped butt. I could hear one or two of the men directing Jordan, as to where and how they wanted him draped over one of the outdoor tables. I didn't hear Jordan complaining, so once again Jordan was getting what he wished for.
I could also hear my uncle asking Jordan if he wanted to be fucked by these men and Jordan answered that he did. But, when my Master came over to me he simply asked if I wanted to be fucked; omitting the words 'by these men'. Since I was dumb enough to follow Jordans' led the first time about sucking cocks; I couldn't nor wouldn't fall into the same trap again; so I answered Master with a resounding "Master, no Master."
Every single man there must have heard my response, as they all broke out into fits of laughter; which unbeknownst to me, infuriated my uncle. My Master quickly unsnapped my ankle chain and led me, on all fours, back to the cottage.
It was plain to tell by the shear swiftness of our walk, that I'd made my Master very upset. Once inside the cottage, I noticed that the butler was once again present, telling Master that Master Doc, had left for his clinic.
"Very well then," Master replied, "you can stay and help me with this worthless and thankless excuse for a sex slave. You should have heard the men laughing, and I think that they were laughing not just because the slave didn't want to mate, but also they were laughing at me because I haven't seen fit to instill the proper attitude in this mother fucking bitch. But that's all going to change today, starting right now!"
The butler grabbed my leash and dragged me into the shower area, as my Master
was unlocking ALL of the cabinets. The water, this time, was ice cold; the butler apparently not wanting to waste any of the hot water on me. The stench of man piss was quickly rinsed from my body, while the butler was himself, stripping naked.
From the way I was kneeling in the shower, I had a good view of the cottage. I even saw inside the cabinets, noting some rather mysterious looking items. My Master had just turned towards me, with something in his hand; when the front door swung open.
Standing at the door was a young man, about twenty five years old, his hands and arms laden with black nylon duffle bags. Apparently, Master was expecting him; as he told the young man where to set the bags, what he needed 'taken' first. I was still looking at the young man, when I realized that my curiosity had just gotten me into more trouble.
The butler was now naked, in the shower with me, and was using a very stiff bristle brush to scrub my body; paying little to no attention to my piercings,
as the brush scraped and scratched its way over my skin.
My Master reached in and handed the butler, what ever it was that he'd been holding. The butler simply told me to 'open', and I promptly obeyed him by opening my mouth.
A funny looking piece of metal was wedged behind my teeth, followed by the butler squeezing the handles off to the side. I tried to keep up, as this foreign object kept widening my mouth; but soon the pain became to much for me and I simply allowed the device to do what it was designed to do.
I didn't think that my own uncle would allow somebody to break my jaw, so I wasn't frightened, but I was terrified as to the purpose of this thing that was holding my mouth wide open. I tried not to raise my eyes, but the few times I did, I could see my Master standing off to the side, and free of any possibilities of getting himself wet from the shower head.
Flicking my eyes away from my Master, I noticed the young man standing rather
close; holding a professional style camera, filming the whole scenario. I guess he is the replacement for the last dude who was doing the filming, but who ended up losing his own nuts.
As soon as the water was turned off, the butler stepped from the shower and dried himself, but was told by my Master not to bother getting his clothes back on, just yet.
Master quickly took a position directly in front of my kneeling body. He began to slap my face from side to side; seemingly oblivious to the steel mouth stretcher. He even felt the need to call me all sorts of vile names, which if it were some kid who said such things; I'd of knocked him silly.
"Go ahead and set up your other equipment," Master said to the young man. "Now that you've been promoted to chief cinematographer you need to take command of these types of things. You have been working here for three years now and know what to do, so just fucking do it!" Master turned and walked back to the cabinet, leaving the butler to have a moment or two with playing with some of my body rings.
It didn't take long before the young man had set up two tripods and mounted cameras on them; along with placing two rather bright studio lights behind them, which made it difficult to see to far in front of me.
As the man walked passed me, I noticed the bulge in his trousers. I was rather impressive, even coming from me to think such.
Master returned, and just by the way I heard his footsteps I could tell that he was still highly upset with me. I saw a can in his hand and then I noticed him peeling the top off of it, tossing the lid to the floor.
"Perhaps I've treated the 'boy' with to much compassion, seeing how he was once my own nephew. From now on, I'm going to make it my primary responsibility to treat him like I might have treated just any other ordinary slave." Still the voice of my Master was filled with contempt.
What ever was in the can, smelled nasty. Soon the discovery that the contents of the can was slave meal made me cringe, as Master used two of his own fingers to scoop out a sizable amount.
"I thought the one thing I could do for you was to at least feed you human food, but I see that too was a huge mistake. So perhaps you'll get your past life out of your brain once you start to eat proper slave chow."
The butler re-entered the shower and stood behind me; taking a firm grip on my large ear rings, pulling them up and back. As the vile odor of the slave chow found its way into my nostrils, I just knew that this wasn't going to be the easiest thing to do.
Master took his free hand and pulled my tongue out, as far as it would go; before wiping the paste like food onto it. He made sure that all of it was off of his fingers before he released my tongue; which automatically retracted back into my mouth.
I never knew until now, just how hard it is to swallow something with my mouth open. It took forever, so it seemed, before I was able to swallow the food. It tasted worse than it smelled. The butler began laughing, which seemed to break up the tension in the cottage. I caught sight of the second scoop of food on Masters' fingers, as it appeared that he was squeezing something out of a small bottle on to the top of the crap.
The butler continued to laugh intermittently, as the third serving was being scooped from the can. Master, using his free hand pulled out something from his pocket and placed it on top of the goop; before scraping the entire mess onto my tongue.
After about seven or eight servings, Master seemed pleased that I'd eaten the
contents of the slave food. "Good, very good," said Master, "now that you seem to like this so much, I'm going to make sure that you get to eat it three times a day maybe four if you're a good 'boy'. What do you have to say about that, you useless faggot!"
Did Master just call me a faggot? Damn, how mean is he anyway? He sort of reminds me of my dad. One minute nice and buddy buddy, and the next minute treating me like an animal.
"Now I suppose you want a glass of milk to wash it all down with? Well milk we don't have here, but I've got something more to your liking; I'm sure." Master said in a more relaxed voice.
Standing directly in front of me, Master unzipped his shorts and extracted his man sized cock. He pressed his hips forward until his cock was resting on my tongue and released a full bladder of hot piss into my open mouth. I gurgled and choked, but I was able to swallow most of it. Master then asked the butler if he need to relieve himself, to which the butler answered in the affirmative.
"I hope that helps you 'boy', as I know just how a slave needs something refreshing to wash a good healthy meal down." Uncle said politely. "Now I think you need to rest a little bit before we continue."
Master and the butler moved me around, still in the shower, until I was scrunched up lying on my back. The butler leaned over me as Master handed him my two ankles, and proceeded to pull my legs upward and back towards my head. It didn't take but a few seconds and my toes were touching the tile floor just behind my ears.
Master, without regard to my comfort, yanked my butt plug out; which sent a wave of pain into my gut. I could tell by the change in lighting that the man was moving his lights and cameras around; which meant that I wasn't really going to be getting any rest.
I never knew that my body was so limber, as I wasn't in any discomfort with my feet next to my head. I saw Master hand the butler something, which he'd retrieved from his other pocket. Before I knew it, the butler had clipped my iron ankle bands to my ear rings. Master AND the butler seemed to find that rather funny, laughing not with me, but at me.
My tunnel opening was pulsing like it did last night, as the air seemed to be
sucked into it. I lay there, not knowing what was next but the way my brain was acting, I really didn't give a shit at this point.
Suddenly, my stomach started to rumble and I could feel its contents wanting to come back up my throat. I knew that at any moment now I was going to toss my cookies. As if that wasn't bad enough, my gut began to ache, unlike any belly ache I'd ever had.
Master and the butler quickly stepped out of the shower area, leaving me alone with my not so well feelings. I did, however, notice the camera man coming into view; but not so close as to interfere with my Master.
I began to get light headed, and I could feel sweat starting to form all over my body. Cold chills captured my body, as I trembled. My ears were starting to move each and every time my ankles moved. If I wasn't careful, I'd rip the rings right out of my own ears.
Moments later I launched the contents of my stomach all over my face and chest. The more my stomach churned, the worse the feelings nearing my tunnel opening became. A severe case of the shits ensued. Being in this position, the turds not only ran down my ass, but made their way down over my thing and pleasure balls and onto my lower stomach area. Both ends of me were erupting and there was nothing I could do about it.
As my bodily functions lessened, I could tell that the cameraman was really getting into his work; even making some rather strange comments to my Master. Before I knew it, my thing was releasing its own copious amount of piss onto my body. Jesus, now I'm covered in piss, shit and puke. What did I do, ever do, to deserve such treatment from a member of my own family.
"This sure beats filming the normal gay porn we always have going on up at the house," said the cameraman. "I guess flicks like this will sell pretty fucking fast, since you seem to have a large following of all your flicks, Sir."
"Why most certainly," responded Master, "with a world of slaves and so many people wanting to know what they can use a good slave for; flicks like these will simply add to the millions I've already been able to put in the bank. AND, the best thing is, that now films like this are not illegal. Eight years ago, I spent time for making such a flick but now I haven't a thing to worry about. I've got a list of people, even leaders of countries just waiting for my next series of gay videos; and if you do as good a job as the one before you did, you too shall reap many benefits. Just ask the butler how much he has got socked away from helping produce the flicks. That just reminded me, I've got to check on his account and transfer all of his money back into the general fund. He certainly won't ever be needing money again; not in his life time."
I lay there, not thinking about the situation I was in, but rather what I'd just heard Master saying. I couldn't help but to think that all these years he was making sex flicks; no doubt in my mind that he had some help from my dad.
"Say, did I offer you a place to piss?" questioned my Master of the young photographer. "Don't be bashful. If you need to release any piss, feel free to piss right in there."
Now why was I not surprised that uncle was using his hand to point directly at me. What surprised me just a bit, was how quickly the young man sat his camera down and stood as close as he dare to me. He unzipped and sprung his cock free in the blink of an eye. He has a nice looking and prominent cock, not to mention he also has a Prince Albert; which looks to be less than half the size of mine. I guess he has one just because it might make him look 'cool'. Nonetheless, he proceeded to unleash a torrent stream of hot piss; which apparently pleased him immensely as all of it landed on my puke covered face.
After the cameraman zipped up and moved back, the butler reached in and turned on the cold water which instantly caused me to have a reaction. My legs moved, which in turn tugged at my ear rings, which sent pain into my head. I had to stay bound up until it was clean enough for the butler to enter the shower and turn me around to that my butt and legs would get rinsed off. The 'ice
bath', as the butler called it, lasted for quite some time, but finally he turned on the hot water to warm me up; as he, himself, stepped inside and once
again mercilessly scrubbed my body.
I was in heaven when Master handed the butler a weird looking set of pliers, which to my amazement released the entire steel contraption which had been trapping my cock and balls, separating my two most prized possessions, and had also been stretching my nut sack. I could feel the air flowing over the skin,
which had been so secured over the last couple of weeks. I almost, briefly, thought the feeling was rather sensual. The butler used the brush to scrub my
cock and balls squeaky clean, which didn't bother me in the least.
When my tunnel was being scrubbed, well, let me tell you... that hurt like a nest of bees had been set loose on it. The one good thing that came out of my body scrub was just knowing that the entire foul stench was now down the drain and gone.
After the butler was finished, he released the two clips holding my ankles to
the ear rings. I was surprised throughout the entire ordeal that my legs didn't cramp up. The last bit of scrubbing, of my back, was done quickly and efficiently. I was then allowed to remain on all fours until the majority of water had either dripped from my body or dried.
While I was drying, the cameraman was busy setting up his equipment in another section of the cottage and the butler had been sent outside to retrieve Jordan from what I could only imagine as an hour of ruthless butt fucking.
Master led me out of the shower area, as Jordan was led into the cottage; only to replace me in the shower. I didn't get a chance to see how Jordan faired, but I wasn't to concerned about him; at least not yet. I suppose the man got everything, every inch he wanted or needed.
I was led over to the 'Fucking Bench', where I was promptly positioned, with hardly any slack left in the bindings. It reminded me so much of the one back in dads' school; except this one had more straps to secure a body and it felt much softer.
My Master was in front of me, going through the selection of items which I'd seen mounted on the wall the day we arrived. The cameraman was asking a few questions of Master, apparently attempting to get some idea of what was ahead for me, in order that he may position his equipment.
With my head, held firmly in place; the only thing I could see was the floor below. I knew all to well that I was going to receive a punishment lesson and
there was absolutely nothing I could say or do to change Masters' mind.
Master was still swishing his whips and things through the air, in an attempt to select what he deemed the proper instrument; while I was temporarily enjoying the freedom of having nothing covering my thing and having nothing torturing my pleasure balls. I could also hear the water running in the shower, but what I didn't know was that Masters' butler was fucking Jordan in front of Master and the cameraman.
Finally, Master had selected his implement of pain. I could see his shadow as he passed behind me. The room had fallen into an eerie silence. The next thing I know, or should I have said heard; was the swooshing sound of something flying through the air.
The pain was unbelievable. I had never experienced anything like it in my life. I yelped and screamed; yet not once did I beg for Master to stop. Six more times the instrument came in contact with my butt.
At first I thought that my punishment was over, until I felt the prod making contact on the head of my thing. Master gave my thing six jolts of electrical
current before he decided to stop. Could this be the end of my punishment lesson?
The answer came all too soon. I smelled a faint odor of sulfur, like what one
might smell if he were to light a match stick. Master placed my balls in his
hand and within seconds my balls were on fire. Over and over again, the hot sensation struck the exposed skin covering my nuts. The hot sensation faded to nothing more than warm feeling, before Master let my pleasure balls drop from his hand. The next thing I knew, or felt, was the same hot sensation as it found its mark, which was my exposed tunnel opening. I had never yelled or screamed so much in my life as I was doing now. I didn't have time to 'process' anything, as there was no need to do it anyway. I was simply there to take the punishment that I had single handedly earned. For once in my life, I have to admit that I fucked up and I had to be man enough to take responsibility for my own actions. I guess I should have said 'slave enough', not man enough.
Everything I received was either because I deserved it, or else it was to make me a better slave. I know that if I put my mind to it, I could be the best slave that my uncle, dad, mom, Alan or Jordan has ever seen. I knew that I'd fucked up here and at dads' school, not to mention being a spoiled little brat most of my life. I suppose that if I put everything out of my mind except what I need to learn, to do, to become a good slave I would be much better off; not to mention make my uncle extremely proud of me.
After a few minutes my brain slowed down and I could only assume that my punishment had concluded. Master even held a small bowl of water under my face, allowing me to lap it all up. It must be the well water around here or something, because it didn't taste as clean as the water at home or the water at dads' school. Master removed the bowl as soon as I'd lapped it all up, to which I said "Master, thank you Master," trying to earn a few 'brownie points'.
I was allowed to remain tied to the bench for some time, without anything happening to me; but I knew that something was still going on in or near the shower area. It could mean only one thing, and you already know what that is.
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