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Sail Away Chapter Thirty Four
I can't describe the pain, as Master began rubbing his hands all over my freshly marked butt. It was while He was massaging the skin, that I was to learn that he'd just used a cane on my flesh.
Thankful that Masters' touch didn't last too long, I was apparently not to be allowed to ponder my fate. I think Master must have been speaking to the cameraman, just for the simple fact that He wasn't directing any comments at me.
The change, once again, in the lighting alerted me that something new was about to be captured on tape. The next thing I felt was Masters' hands on my thing and pleasure balls. His gentleness this time didn't faze me; as I was becoming aware just how fast his mode of operation can change.
Master began wrapping something very course about the base of my thing and balls. I heard him speaking, for the video that 'this natural hemp would create a constant reminder to the slave as to just who his Master is.'
After making several turns of the rope around the base of my genitals, he began to wrap the stretched skin of my scrotum. The tiny fibers of the rope dug into my flesh and it became apparent that every time I thought of the discomfort, that it was going to remind me of my uncle. Masters' hand began to work quickly and harsh; as my balls were pulled even further down. I could tell just by the amount of distress my balls were in that they were now even further down into my sac than ever before.
The rope binding was completed, once Master had wrapped each of my balls separately; just like when he had them bound in the steel contraption. "Good to see the slaves' pleasure balls have grown accustomed to being stretched and separated. By tomorrow we should be able to reposition them so that they both rest comfortably on the very top of his thing. I think that they'll look so prominent, not to mention cute, once I've got them tied to the top."
I continued to just lay on the "fuck bench" for some time while Master and everyone else seemed to occupy their time with Jordan. I just knew by the sound, that Jordan was getting fucked; fucked hard by the butler and more than likely my Master, while all of it was being captured on film for another one of my uncles' porno movies.
I knew that they were done having fun with Jordan, when I first heard Master rummaging around in one of the cabinets behind me. I wasn't sure what was happening to me, but I knew it wasn't going to be good OR fun. I felt two different sensations all at the same time. One of them was the feeling of something wet and slippery at the opening of my thing; while the other feeling was that of something firm beginning to snake its' way into my piss slit. It didn't hurt at all, and I have to admit that it felt rather sensual, in a sexy sort of way. I could feel whatever it was, worming even further up my thing, but still not even the first hint of discomfort.
After about a minute, I found out exactly what it was that Master had inserted. My thing started to tingle, from the inside out; from the base of my cock right down to the piss opening. At first it felt like I wanted to laugh, just from the tingling; but soon the tingle turned into a light jolt, which soon began to arrive quicker and harder.
"Now slave let me ask you again; do you wish to be fucked?" Master said in an
ominous tone of voice; as if he was expecting a 'no'.
"Master, no Master," was my initial reply. The current in my thing became more painful and more frequent as Master asked me the same question, over and over again; and each time I answered 'no'.
As if getting my thing fried from the inside out wasn't enough, I heard the swish which I now recognized as the first sign of hell unleashing on my ass. Electrical torture and a leather paddle were now turning me into a quivering mass of human flesh. Thankfully I passed out from all of the abuse.
Current passing through each of my balls brought me back to civilization, in the worst of ways. I began to cry, beg and plead for mercy; all to no avail. "Slave, do you wish to get fucked now?" Yelled Master, in a way in which I'd never heard. I knew I should have said 'yes', but my brain said 'no'.
I knew I couldn't withstand much more pain. I knew that getting fucked wasn't to mean the end of the world, but what ever last bit of worldly freedom was still affixed in my thought process, kept saying over and over again, 'no'.
I heard a sharp cracking sound, akin to a small firecracker going off. Right after I heard the third 'crack', the back of my legs began to be pelted by the stinging ends of a heavy leather whip. Combined with the electrical current
continuously passing through my genital region I was beginning to wish I was
dead. Why, just why my mouth and brain couldn't work in conjunction with each other and just say 'YES'!
My legs took at least twelve to fifteen strikes of the whip; which a few of them came ever so close to making contact with the 'pleasure balls' and thing. I was elated when Master tossed the whip onto the floor, directly beneath my head, which allowed me to see the instrument of pain. "Again slave, tell your Master how much you want, need and desire to be fucked."
After clearing my throat of mucus and saliva, I began to answer Masters' question, knowing that one way or another that my time in hell had only just begun. The last bastion of my life, my soul was going to change from this moment on.
"MASTER," I yelled, "Master please fuck me Master. This slave wants to be fucked Master."
"Ah my little slave, it is so good to see that you are learning to accept your new world; however, I feel as if your answer is somewhat lacking in honesty." Master replied with a bit of sarcasm in his voice. "Just this once, take a
moment to be honest with yourself. Think about your answer for a minute and then tell Master what it is that you honestly 'want'."
I got my breathing back under control, along with my snot running nose; while I pondered what Master had just said.
"Master, this slave needs to be fucked Master. This slave wants to be fucked Master and this slave desires to be fucked Master. This slave is here to bring pleasure and pride to its' Master and not itself, Master." There I finally said it. It was a huge relief to me, to have been able to spout those words. I knew that my uncle wouldn't let permanent harm come to one of his own relatives, and that he had also recognized just how much I had enjoyed having my tunnel massaged. I could only remember bits and pieces of my biology and psychology classes when they taught us that gay is from birth, which might mean that deep down inside of me, were those 'gay genes' which my uncle, my Master, was going to bring to the surface.
If I am gay, then I guess this is a good place to be. At least here, none of my friends would even know or suspect that I'm gay; which will be a blessing once Master and dad return me to civilization.
Man oh man, if I thought my life was confusing before, then I sure was in fact going through a 'rebirth' process now.
"Now then 'boy', I'm going to pull the electrode out of your thing, and I need you to hold your piss until it is completely out. All slaves need to piss after such electrical stimulation, so we'll hold a jug underneath you and tell you when to piss. You should know that by now anyway. A slave doesn't do anything at all, unless he or she has permission."
When Master began to extract the electrode, it felt as if a turd was coming out of my thing. The insides of my thing seemed to want to grasp and hold on to the electrode as it was being pulled out ever so slowly. The removal of the
electrode, gave life to the nerve endings in my legs, as they began to revitalize the pain from the whipping.
It was less than a minute before I was given permission to piss, which didn't
come none to soon. I knew that the jug wasn't touching my thing, but it still didn't sound like my pee was going in. The sound, in the silence of the cottage, finally told me otherwise. Master and the butler had positioned Jordan beneath me, his open mouth directly under my thing; doing his ultimate best to catch the steady stream of piss. The 'problem' with that is, that the bottom hole of a Prince Albert always sprays piss as well; which meant that Jordans' body was getting a portion of every ounce of urine that was flooding out of my thing.
After pissing I was again left, momentarily, while Master busied himself with something else in one of the cabinets. I could now see Jordans' face; as they had commanded him to lie on his back directly beneath my bound torso. He looked so content, for a slave, who'd just gotten his belly filled with my urine. I couldn't help but wonder if I had made the right decision, telling Master I was ready to get fucked again. I knew that a guy like Jordan loves it, and he had always tried to tell me that I'd love it too, eventually. I was finally beginning to actually believe that I was gay. No straight guy would have gotten a stiff cock and spunked his cream all over the place. I couldn't help but to think that one of these days I'd be swallowing piss just like Jordan and for some weird reason, it didn't seem to upset me. If I'm gay, would dad and mom find out as well? Would dad let his gay son, help run his businesses? Just because dad used me like he uses all of the slaves and boys at school, doesnâ^À^Ùt' mean that he thinks I'm gay, or does it. Only time and training will tell.
I felt the now familiar sensation of lubricant, being applied liberally onto and into my tunnel. Masters' finger even managed to hit the right spot, once or twice. The tip of Masters' cock touched my skin at the same time his two hands pressed on my butt, sending reminders to me of my recent whipping. Master eased his cock into me, ever so slowly. It was as if he wasn't trying to cause any harm or pain, as inch by inch he entered me. I was thankful, in a way, that Jordan was still lying beneath me; at least we could see each other as I was being fucked.
From the expressions on my face, Jordan must have known that my threshold of pain had been met. He gave me a faint smile and his eyes seemed to 'twinkle' as the last of Masters' cock was eased into my body.
After a short pause, Master began a slow and cadenced fucking. I couldn't bare to keep looking at Jordans' smile; as it appeared that Jordan was really enjoying this more than I was. I closed my eyes, oblivious to the constant thrust of Masters' cock and Jordans' grin; and finally got myself back into my 'private space.'
Not knowing how long Master had been working his cock back and forth, I began to notice that special warmth cascading over my body. The feelings were so strong that all I could now think about was Alan, my friend; my gay friend.
A grunt and groan coming from my Master, told me that the obvious was happening and shortly there after I could feel his cock begin to shrink and retract itself from my tunnel. Only seconds lapsed before the next cock was working itself into me. This time there was no momentary pause, nor was there the gradual insertion. The cock slid in, in one steady movement and I could feel the mans' balls slapping against my tender butt. I could only assume that it was the butler fucking me; as the camera guy was speaking softly behind me; presumably to my Master.
"Fuck yeah, oh man; take my baby makers you slave bitch," came the vile words; and I then knew it was the butler.
As the butler removed his cock, he took the liberty of giving both of my ass cheeks a hard and firm slap; which caused me to break my silence. In a state of fear, I quickly apologized to Master for my outburst; praying that I might not get another punishment lesson.
Master didn't say anything to me, one way or the other about my outburst. Instead he quietly and politely asked the young stud camera guy if he had ever fucked a slave before, to which the man said 'no'.
The rustle of clothing told me that the man was stripping off his possessions, and preparing to mount my ass. I knew, from seeing his cock piss onto me earlier, that it was mammoth, to say the least. I heard Master tell him to amply lube it and before I could say Jack-O-Lantern, the studs cock was savagely raping my body. It was a relentless attack, with each forward thrust allowing
his nuts to slap against my body. Thankfully, he must have been all horny prior to fucking me, because his attempt to prove himself a better human than me, didn't last more than ten minutes. The typical words you'd expect from a low budget porn flick came bursting from his lips, none of which seemed to be directed towards me; thank goodness.
I could feel my insides churning, as he withdrew; leaving a huge load of sperm to be cleaned out later or perhaps just drip out and down my body.
To my astonishment, Master ordered Jordan out from under the bench and told him to eat his 'dessert' before he ate his dinner. It sure sounded quite strange to me to hear Master talking about dessert; just moments after the three males had fucked me. But I soon found out what Jordans' dessert was comprised of. Hands began to spread my butt cheeks and then a tongue flickered at the opening to my tunnel. Jordan was going to eat the cum and slime juices from my ass, YIKES!
It didn't take long before Jordan really got 'involved' with his task; nor did it take long for me to realize just how sensual a situation I found myself in. Perhaps everything that Jordan was doing now and prior; was Masters' way of opening up new horizons for his new slave boy. I could almost understand why a man would want his ass licked out, as the feeling of passion flooded my brain. I tried not to think about my own feelings; but more along the lines as to what Jordan was doing and how he was doing it.
If I had to someday lick Masters' ass, then I'd best be paying close attention to the lesson; and not the so much as to how I, myself, was becoming aroused.
After Jordan had completed his task, my body was unfastened from the bench and I was commanded to kneel. I wanted so much to look around but knew that such an action would be followed by a severe punishment lesson.
The only thing I could see were three pairs of naked legs, belonging to the three men who had fucked me and left their manseed up my ass. In an instant, Masters' cock was pressing at my lips. I could see and smell the sperm and ass
slime that still remained from my ass. I was at a loss, which apparently there was no way to refuse this next lesson.
I opened my mouth and I was feed the limp cock, to suck and lick clean. Thankfully I could get the majority of the soft cock in my mouth without to much trouble and I concentrated on the task at hand. Masters' cock never did erect in my mouth, for which I am eternally grateful. The butlers' cock was no different than my Masters cock. The camera stud was the only one whose cock seemed to have a mind of its own. I had hardly begun to suck it clean, when I felt it begin to stiffen. He was even trying to get more and more of his manstick into my mouth and I did everything I had learned, not to allow my gag reflex to kick in.
In my deep concentration, I didn't hear the stud asking permission to face fuck me. Obviously my Master didn't have any reason to deny the young stud, so he took a firm grip on each of my ears and proceeded to fuck my face.
By the time stud boy pumped a small load of manseed into my throat, my mouth and lips were really dry and sore. It was instant relief when he released his grip on my ears and extracted his spent penis.
He was apparently either satisfied with my performance or else he was simply overwhelmed by his second orgasm; because he verbalized his pleasure to Master; who in turn came over and patted my naked head saying, "well done slave, well done."
The butler and Master left the cottage, leaving orders for Jordan and me to shower and douche, before dinner. This meant that Jordan and I could now have 'free time' with which we could both speak openly if we wanted to.
"Don't mind him," Jordan said quietly, as the camera man was relocating his two tripods so that he could film the two of us in the shower together. "What ever you do, just make believe that the dude ain't even here. Do what we have to do, don't look at him or the camera and everything will be just great."
With the brighter lights in the shower, I could easily see that while I was getting punished; Jordan had gotten a body shave, which seemed to really make him look even sexier than I'd seen him before. Perhaps the butler had a special technique or razor, but seeing Jordan without any stubble was a real turn on for me. Yep, you heard right: Jordan was a hot looking stud slave, body piercings and all.
Since Jordan seemed to be in a talkative mood, I simply decided to keep quiet
and let him say anything and everything he wanted to.
Since Jordan was soaping himself up, I took it upon myself to do my enema routine first; then I'd soap up and wash off. All the while Jordan seemed to be watching my every move, my every breath.
"So, I guess you liked my tongue bath on your tunnel?" Jordan said whimsically. "I hope you paid attention, because you can bet your sweet ass that you'll be doing the exact same thing some day real soon; not to mention you will be
swallowing piss a lot sooner than you'll be eating someone's ass out."
Now, with my head on the floor, my insides filling with water; all I could do
was relax and continue to listen to Jordan. It seemed as if, for some reason, he was really taking me under his wing and was beginning to show some kind of parental control over me.
"You've got to get your attitude adjusted a hell of a lot more, if you don't want to keep getting punished. When your Master asks you a question, think of
the question and the answer, but make sure it is the answer which your Master wants to hear; not some lame ass answer like you gave him this afternoon. Every slave, especially a sex slave like you, always wants to get fucked, to suck man cock, to be your Masters toilet and anything else he wants you to be. Just don't say no to him anymore and you should be all right."
Jordan kept talking, oblivious perhaps that I was squatting over the drain flushing out my intestines. "You look pretty good though for a newbie boy," he said in a more youthful tone and with a relaxed attitude. "You at least got your shit cleaning duties down pretty good. Just make sure that you always give yourself one more filling, AFTER you think that you are already cleaned out. I don't want to be eating any of your shit and you sure as hell don't want me to be mean and give you a mouthful; when it's your turn to eat me out.
I tried to tell you all of this on your dad's ship, but you seemed to think this was some kind of a game. Now you see that I was telling you the truth and
nothing more. You saw first hand how they train and treat slaves at your dads' school and even how they treat the boys in town. Now, I know you're not stupid or nothing, so the sooner you start to figure it all out the better off you're going to be. I can't be with you every minute of every day and there will most likely be times when you are going to be hurting something terrible for some stupid fucking thing you did or said.
Every word Jordan said seemed to make sense to me and to be honest, very logical. My last discharge was making way down the drain when Jordan said something that struck me as odd. "I need you to get on your back and raise yourself up on your arms." I looked at him with a puzzled expression, but didn't hesitate to follow through with what he'd said.
After I was in that position, my hands resting on the floor and my elbows locked in place supporting my upper body; Jordan told me to lean my head all the way back and open my mouth as wide as I could.
As I did this, Jordan was scooting ever closer to my body, and I could plainly see his cock and balls come into plain sight. "Now just relax and take this like a good boy, a pretty slave boy." Before I knew what he was even alluding to, his thing began to spew hot piss into my mouth and onto my face. "Keep it open honey pot, just keep swallowing it as fast as your mouth fills up."
Piss was splashing my face, as well as hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed all of the piss that came flying into my mouth, which brought a huge smile on Jordans' face.
"Now that's what I call fucking hot," exclaimed the camera stud. "Jesus, I can't wait to edit the film. I'm going to be sure that this piss drinking scene is one of the major parts of the next video. I can't believe what you two slaves just did, without being told by anyone to do it. Fucking hot man, just fucking unreal."
I had forgotten about the camera man, until he spoke up. Odd how one gets so involved in something that nothing else around him seems to be a distraction.
"My boss sure knew what he was doing when he bought you two perverted fags. I
can't believe that watching the two of you going on like that is way better than the normal fag flicks we make up in the main house. He's going to be making a fortune, just from all of the footage he has of the two of you."
The man began to laugh uncontrollable, as Jordan and I continued on with our duties. Jordan hosed his tunnel out as I scrubbed myself off. I didn't even think about getting some fresh water in my mouth to rinse out Jordans' taste. The shower was a long one, by any standard, but both of us knew that we couldn't stay in there all day. We crawled out of the shower and shook off the excess water, like a dog after a swim. Looking at one another, unable to hug, embrace or kiss, we simply smiled at the other with a silent 'thank you' expression on our faces.
I wasn't too much longer and my Master returned. He then had us crawling behind him as he made his way towards the house. Neither one of us was on a leash, which seemed odd yet it gave me a sense of being trusted.
Master came to a halt at what appeared at first to be a hedge row. He reached
out in front of himself and opened up a white gate and entered. As we followed, we too passed through the open gate into what can only be described as a hidden paradise.
Not to say that the pool wasn't beautiful in its own right, but the entire area surrounding the pool was shear beauty. Shrubs, plants, flowers of all kinds and types were exquisitely planted around the whole place. "It must run in the family," said my Master; after he apparently noticed my bulging eyes and open mouth.
Truly it must run in the family. There were so many familiar plants and flowers that my mind went racing back to New York and mom. My emotions went from an all time high to a basement low. Tears began to flow, as I silently slipped into a sadness that even to this day I can't completely explain.
We continued to follow my Master, as he strode around the pool. The water was
pristine and seemed to have a mirror reflection. "One of you 'boys' will earn the right to tend to the pool and the surrounding area. Both of you should strive hard to please the Masters. The one, who doesn't earn the privilege, will be found daily working with all of the plantation workers; seven days a week working his ass off.
Master was now making it some kind of a contest between Jordan and me. What did we have to do to 'earn the right'? All I knew was that if it had anything to do with being a slave or queer, Jordan would win out over me each and every time.
"And I almost forgot; the one who earns the privilege; well, that slave shall
also have the right to invite a few of his closest friends over from time to
time to visit, even staying for complete weekends."
Jesus, did I just hear Master correctly? Who in this world would I ever want to come down to visit me here? I would never want any of my friends to see me like this. I suppose the only thing to do here, would be to make sure that Jordan did everything better than I did. I'm sure that Jordan has gay friends who understand his need to be a slave, so he won't hesitate on having them down for a weekend.
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