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Sail Away Chapter Thirty Five
What a cushy job, maintaining the pool and tending to the shrubs and flowers. However it would turn out though, would be at Masters' discretion. It was just a relief, in itself, to be outside in the fresh air. I can't imagine what some slaves go through having to be locked up or caged for most of their lives; so at least this part of my life, so far, seemed the better of the options.
While I was pondering over what Master had said, and was taking in the beauty of the surrounding area, one of the many door flung open leading from the house. Five Speedo clad boys and teens came bounding out, each of them with big smiles and exalting praises upon my Master. The closer they got, the better I could hear what they were saying. They seemed to have their routine (s) down firm; as they all made an almost perfect circle around Master. Raising my head just a bit, I could see each of them glancing over towards Jordan and me, as if they couldn't wait for Master to finish speaking to each of them.
As Master continued talking to the group of boys, the housekeeper came out onto the pool deck; walking directly between the two of us and set a tray of cold drinks down on one of the umbrella covered tables behind us. I couldn't for the life of me, figure out why she seemed to be hesitating before going back inside the house. The only thing I could come up with was the mere fact that she was taking in the sight of two butt plugged slaves. Just her presence alone, made me nervous. I just knew that I was going to have a difficult time being around a female while I was naked and decorated, the way I am.
Finally, thank God, Master told the housekeeper that she wasn't needed, for now; and as she passed by us on the way towards the house, she managed to get a good feel of my ass; not to mention a good thump on my butt plug. The bitch should be shot for taking such liberties with a male such as myself.
One by one, in a steady flow, the five boys came over to me and Jordan, Each of them seemed unafraid to start inspecting us. I felt hands, immediately on my thing and balls as one of them was roughly manipulating my anal plug. I had my mouth pried open, my ear rings pulled, my collar twirled around, not to mention one of them pulling my tongue out just to see my tongue piercing.
"Okay boys, you've got about an hour before your folks come to pick you up, so if you're going to go swimming, you'd better get to it." Master said gleefully. "Oh, and before I forget; when a slave is present, they, not you, are to remove your clothing. So let the two slaves help you out of your Speedo's if you choose to swim natural."
It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand that boy's this age would rather swim naked. They shoved and pushed their way passed one another until Jordan and I were staring at nylon covered cock. I glanced over to see Jordan raise up to his knees and with only his teeth, he began to pull down the teenagers' swimsuit. If I could have, I would have; laughed that is, as the teenagers' cock was rock solid and Jordan had to pull the waistband way out in order to spring the cock free.
If I guessed, that boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old, only judging by his cock and the hair surrounding it. The boy in front of me, was a little younger; and thankfully he also had a smaller cock. He didn't have much pubic hair, but at least he had hair; unlike myself and Jordan.
One by one, the boys got their Speedo's removed and as they did, they jumped right into the pool, allowing the water to splash all over me. I wondered why, knowing that I shouldn't think about anyone other than myself, why these boys were allowed to have body hair. The only thing I could come up with was that they weren't slaves; especially since they didn't live here and were going home soon. I've been wrong a lot over the last two or three weeks, so I didn't want to put much credence into my assumptions.
As I watched the boys playing grab ass, in the pool, I thought about what I had just done. It didn't bother me nor even anger me that I had to help remove the Speedos. I even had remnants of male scent in my nostrils; which by now seemed to be something which I was enjoying.
As Master was pouring himself a cold beverage, one of the teens climbed out of the pool, proclaiming that he had to run inside to take an urgent piss. I could see that his butt and legs were a bit red from the rough house play in the pool; and I wondered if he was the kid that the other boys picked on.
"Nonsense," Master barked, "there's no need to track pool water into the kitchen and get yelled at; when there are two urinals right here."
The teen began looking around, as if he was trying to find the urinals; when finally his face turned into a big grin. "Do I get my choice of which slave gets to drink my piss?", the young teen asked.
"Yes, take your pick; however I will tell you that the skinny slave doesn't have that much experience in swallowing a real mans urine." Master said to the teen in a rather demonic tone of voice.
The boy looked at the two of us, kneeling there in a submissive slave like fashion; and strode over in front of Jordan. Jordan opened his mouth, expecting to have the cock shoved in and drained. The teen hadn't made up his mind yet, as he moved over in front of me. I didn't follow Jordans' lead however, and kept my lips closed. From school, I'd learned that only when a cock is presented to my mouth am I to open it.
I knew instantly, that I was doomed. The teenage cock touched my mouth and I had no choice but to open up and accept his small, thin man cock. I don't think he'd ever done this before; as it took him nearly a minute to relax enough so that his piss would begin to flow. He reached out and took hold of my ear rings, as if he wanted to let me know that HE was in control.
"AWESOME DUDE!" the youth cried out as his piss finally subsided; sending wave after wave of intrigue to the other five who were now leaning against the wall of the pool, watching the urinal session. The teen released his hold on my ear rings and patted my naked scalp, before taking a running jump back into the pool.
I'm only guessing, here; but I think that just because my body didn't have the red welts like Jordans' did, that the remaining teens came out of the pool to use my mouth. I still couldn't see my Masters' face, since he was behind me, but every ounce of my body was praying that my diligence during this debasing pleased him.
The teens frolicked in the pool for some time after that; as the camera man and the butler had joined Master poolside. The camera man was busy talking to Master, as the butler simply watched, with tented pants, the actions in the pool. I suppose even I would have to say that seeing the pure innocence of the teens seemed quite normal. But, on the other had I began to wonder just who they were, why they were here and most importantly what, if any, roles were they to have in my slave training.
I had to learn, quickly, that a slaves' mind is not to be used to think about anything except pleasing his Master. I'd come a long way in such a short time, that I was, myself, finally beginning to accept my new life. After all, when Jordan and I talk I refer to my cock as a thing, my nuts as pleasure balls and my uncle as Master. What more can I say, I think that perhaps I'm following the program to piss off my father (?) or to show him that I'm worth of his love and praises; yet on the other hand, there are one or two aspects about being a slave that seem to bring me to heights that I'd never experienced in my young life. For sure, I didn't like the painful parts, nor the verbal abuse; but I knew that regardless of the future; this was 'for now' to be my life. Perhaps if I'm doing well, pleasing Master; that he or someone will do that magic thing just inside my tunnel which seems to be the only bright spot so far.
One by one, the remaining four teens used me as their urinal and I obliged them with a deeper desire than ever to do it properly, to perfection. The oldest teen however, for the briefest moment, shoved his cock into my mouth and over the tongue piercing as if he wanted me to suck his dick; that was when Master saw his over eager hormones in high gear and quickly put a stop to his throat fucking.
Minutes passed and finally Master began to call each teen out of the pool, one by one. "You've done well today," Master told the boy as the butler handed the teen a dry towel. "I'm quite proud of your ability to follow instructions and even more pleased that you seem to be displaying your potential as a bottom boy. Seldom do we see a young man, such as you, display such an eagerness to suck cock and have dicks glide into your ass."
"Thank you Sir," the teen replied, "I've sort have always suspected that I liked boys more than I liked girls. Working here, on your films has allowed me to explore my own sexuality and I think I know which way my life will go."
"Well said lad," Master said as the boy tossed his damp towel onto one of the pool chairs. "Now then, you will be expected back this Friday after you've had supper. Your parents have given their approval of you staying the entire weekend."
"Yes Sir, thank you so much. Mom and dad appreciate everything that you've done for them and the money I'm earning from you goes straight to them so that they can have whatever they need."
"So tell me young man, what will you be doing for the next three days until you return?"
As the teen was slipping his Speedo back on he answered by saying something which really caught me by surprise. "Well Sir, I guess that I'm just going to have to be satisfied with sleeping with my older brother. He likes the way that I suck his big cock and I like it when his dick slides all the way up my butt. Mom and dad don't seem to mind, and dad says that the added practice will make my performances even better under the bright lights and cameras"
The butler handed the youth one of those generic brown envelopes which a lot of banks use to put money into when guys cash their paychecks. The teen thanked the butler and Master before he poured himself a small cold drink.
The second teen was called out of the pool. I was obvious that they had done this many, many times before. It was as if they were being called out from the youngest to the oldest.
The scenario was about the same as the first teens' was. However there were a few different questions from Master; such as, "If you had a chance to use one of these slaves for just about anything you wanted to do; what is it that you'd do?"
"Well Sir, if it wasn't for that big ring on the end of his cock, I'd like to suck it while the slave sucks mine; but maybe I'd have to just suck his nuts really hard while he swallowed my cum Sir."
"Nice answer son, now tell me what you are going to do until the weekend."
"Sir, I guess I'll just be doing the same thing I always do at home Sir. You knowâ^À¦ just helping mom and dad out around the place. I'm sure one or both of them will give my ass a whipping for something that I do wrong as usual. And now that my sister is all grown up, she's fifteen now you know.. well seems she has taken an interest in boys in town and our folks don't like it much; so they make me work around the house and outside naked, just so's she don't run off with one of the townies and get pregnant. Mom thinks that if she sees me naked all the time, then my sister will get her fill of naked boys. The worst part of that though is that mom and dad let her touch my cock and other places."
Master quickly cut him off by saying, "You donâ^À^Ùt' like it when she touches you?"
"No Sir, I sure don't. I donâ^À^Ùt' think I ever want a girl touching me like my sister does. She always wants my cock to get stiff and it never does, so she runs and tells the folks that I won't get hard for her. Then Sir, I get nervous because they tell me that if I don't get a woodie, then I'll get a whooping. Most of the time, dad is so mad that he grabs hold of my cock and makes it hard; and sometimes he even makes me spurt my cum right in front of mom and my sister."
Master remained silent, as the butler handed the boy his envelope.
The third teen was called out of the pool and asked, "What would you do with either or both of these slaves if you were allowed to use them?"
"Well Sir, I'd take the skinny one and fuck his brains out. I'd make sure he knew who was fucking him. I think that he needs my cock up his fucking ass and I'm just the person who can make a slave appreciate a real mans cock and sperm Sir."
The boy answered the question with so much zeal and authority that I think Master was caught off guard.
"What about the other slave; what would you do with him?"
"That's an easy one Sir. I'd make the fucker eat my ass out. I'd give him a good taste of a free mans shit Sir."
Master simply said, "Well put boy," as the teen accepted his envelope from the butler.
The fourth teen came forward and answered Masters' questions with some hesitation and seemed to be nervous of the questions; let alone his answers.
"It seems like you are not sure of yourself. Is it perhaps something to do with your home situation or is it something else?" Master asked him in a tone which reeked with displeasure.
After searching for just the right words, the teen began to speak; although his first few words came out mumbled. "Sir, it's not that I'm unsure of things Sir, it's just that I've never told mom or dad about my inner feelings and I haven't talked about them with any of the other guys either Sir."
"Well, that doesn't surprise me. I've had my own suspicions for some time now; but why don't YOU tell me now, right NOW, what it is that keeps you from being totally and truly happy."
The teenager was caught off guard by Masters' request for the answer, but gathering up his courage the boy began. "Sir, it's not that easy, but to have to admit that I like some of the things I've seen on them videos that you let us watch from the school and stuff. Not the being tough parts Sir, but the parts where them slaves get used and all Sir. I get all tingly and excited when I see them slaves and boys get used like them other guys use them Sir. What I'm trying to say Sir is that I really don't like fucking any of these other guys, even though I love them all very much. I only fuck them because everyone wants me to fuck them. I'd rather be the one that gets fucked Sir. I want, sometimes, to be just like them boys and them slaves in the movies Sir. I get all sexed up just thinking about it Sir."
When I heard that teens remarks I about pissed myself. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. I even caught a glimpse of the three younger boys, as they stood there with their mouths wide open; as in total disbelief as to what they'd just heard. The oldest teen, still in the pool, seemed to have a sinister grin on his face, and I could only imagine what evil thoughts were going through his brain.
"Thank you very much for such honesty in your answer young man," Master spoke in a fatherly tone, much more relaxed than just a moment ago. "It is what I've suspected for over a year now, but I didn't want to push you in the wrong direction. Most males are not inclined to become slaves, but there are the rare few who feel secure when they are totally dominated. Take that slave there (pointing to Jordan), he loves to be dominated, used, made to feel pain, just to mention a few. I have spoken some time ago with your parents and alerted them to my suspicions. They too have had the same feelings that I myself have had. That is why they are always telling you what to do, when to do it and how to do it. And every time they tell you something you always answer so politely with a Yes Mama or Yes Papa. I'm surprised that you've never seen fit to ask them why it is that they never allow you to wear clothes at home, but I do hope that you tell them what you've just told me. I'm sure it will make things at home so much better for you. And, if you and your parents come to an agreement about your sexual and emotional needs to be constantly dominated then perhaps I can help your family out even more than I already do."
The teen finished tugging on his Speedos, shyly accepting his envelope and moved off to the side away from the rest of the boys. I felt sorry for him in a way. I mean wouldn't you? The kid just told Master his deepest darkest secret; in front of boys around his own age. Perhaps he is confused about his sexual awareness or even his feelings towards another man. He just confessed his feelings in front of four teens that he's been hanging around with. Whatever the outcome, this boy will never be treated the same around here by his buddies. They will take advantage of him whether or not they are supposed. This kid is in for a rough time, from here on out, TRUST ME!
The fifth teenager, the oldest of the five answered Master in a most dignified way and with conviction in his voice. It seemed as if that he had plenty of time to process all the other questions which gave him time to have the answers well thought out in advance. The last question posed to him, about what he'd do with the two slaves was nothing less than Master expected; as Master is a smart male.
Sir, not only would I use the two slaves like slaves are supposed to be used, but I might just go a bit further in their education and expose them to even more de-humanizing training. I would also like to add that I have wanted to learn the proper ways of becoming a good master. I have always wanted to approach you and ask for your guidance. The videos from the school have fortified my wants, needs and desire to become a master Sir. If the time comes when Michael (the fourth boy) turns his body and mind over, I'd be more than honored if I could help train him and teach him things Sir."
Master seemed pleased with the response, and added "Tell me what you do at home when you are not here."
"Well Sir for the last two weeks, since watching the videos, I've sort of taken control of my younger brother. I've got him looking like a slave and doing some of the things that the slaves in the video do Sir."
The teenager paused for a moment only to have Master tell him to continue. "Well Sir, I shaved off all of his hair and cut the hair on his head to just a stub. I keep his balls tied up in leather all day long, I make him keep my room clean and I even make him wash my body every morning. He also is made to wipe my ass after I take a dump and he holds my cock while I'm pissing."
"You're off to a good start. But tell me if you can; what if anything do your parents think about all of these things."
The boy looked puzzled, not knowing what, if anything, he was to have told his parents. Master didnâ^À^Ùt' wait but for a few seconds before starting in again.
"Let me just say, that your parents have called me and told me about your situation. They don't know what you are making your brother do, but they do know that you are the one responsible for cutting his hair. They don't know that you've shaved him completely. I'd suggest that when you get home tonight that you sit down with them and explain your ambitions to them. You'd best tell them what you have been teaching your brother to do for you. Better yet, perhaps you could have your brother come to the meeting naked so that they can see for themselves what you've done. I don't think you have any thing to worry about, as they both know of your need to dominate and they also know about your brother, in as much as him being gay. Your parents tell me that they will support you and your needs in any way that they can; which will include your continued use of your brother. So the sooner you confront your needs with your parents, the sooner you can feel more useful in guiding your younger brother through life. I will see if we can't get you more involved here, in order that you might pass on some of the training to your brother. But, remember not to push the issue. Let him guide you as to just how fast, how hard he wants to be instructed."
The teen tossed his towel, dressed in his Speedo, accepted the envelope and moved over, standing by the other three boys. The other boys gave him congratulatory pats on the back and hugs; as the outcast boy seemed to sense his rapid demise in the group.
The sound of engines in the driveway, signaled an end to the day for the five boys; as they scurried out the gate and running towards their respective parent. All that was left in my mind was the influence that Master had not only over these teenagers but also their parents. For the parents, it was probably things that Master did for them, not to mention the money the boys took home after each visit. Gay sex videos must bring in a ton of money.
There had to be more to the story than what I'd heard and seen today. In time I would find out, but not today.
No words were spoken, as the butler tidied up the pool area. Master took a seat at one of the tables and apparently was happy just to gaze on his two naked slaves. The housekeeper came out and removed the tray of glasses and the pitcher, once again managing to graze her hand over my naked head, as she passed between Jordan and me.
Master knew that she had been peeking out of the kitchen window all this time, as she had done so many times before; asking her if she had gotten an 'eye full of naked boys and their cocks', which seemed to turn her face a bright shade of red. "You knew what the job was when I hired you. You can look but don't touch." Master said in a jovial voice. "You get plenty of cock from the butler, so don't go thinking you can have some young meat, just because they are readily available and erect most of the time."
Without saying a single word, she turned and swished her way back inside; allowing Master the honor of laughing at her and the way she walked away.
"Here, come here you two. Come sit down and rest for a moment." Master commanded in a wonderfully adoring voice.
Jordan and I dropped down to hands and knees and crawled over to in front of Master and sat down. It felt so good to get off our knees. Master reached forward and twinked our nose rings followed by a playful tug on each of our nipple rings.
"I've been thinking, and I have come to a decision on who will tend the pool and surrounding areas. You (pointing to me) shall work alongside the others, and you (pointing to Jordan) will take care of the pool."
I wasn't upset that Jordan had gotten what I perceived as the easier job. At least I'd be able to work with others and have a bit of freedom during the day.
"As far as the pool maintenance goes, tomorrow a man is coming to explain, in detail, everything you need to know and learn about taking care of the pool. And, the day after tomorrow, a lady is stopping by to instruct you on the proper care and feeding of all the different plants and flowers."
"And, as for you slave, tomorrow morning; you will start the day being fitted to our new water wagon. You will be responsible for seeing to it, that all of the workers get the opportunity to get cold water anytime they need or want it. I've had the wagon custom built and designed just for such a slave as yourself. It will require you to use every muscle in your scrawny body. In no time at all, you'll be as fit looking as a slave should be. The wagon will hold fifty gallons of water and ice, which you will pull around non-stop. The workers will each have a transmitter which they can activate, indicating their need for water. When the activation occurs, you will immediately look for the worker who is holding his hand up in the air and quickly as possible take water to him. The receiver you will have is to be fixed onto your pleasure balls and give you a slight tingle each and every time you are needed. If you don't respond quickly enough, the worker only has to hold the button down for three additional seconds and you will receive a rather unpleasant jolt to your balls. And as an added bonus, to help you accept your new world, I've had a special 'motivator' installed on the water cart. You will see and feel the 'motivator' tomorrow, so there is really no need for me to explain it to you at this time."
Damn, oh damn; what am I getting into now? Hauling a five hundred pound cart around all day, getting zapped in my pleasure balls; and not to forget uncles' special 'motivator' feature. I have a feeling that there is a lot more to this, than Master is telling us. Master could see the bewildered look on my face, but chose not to question my thoughts or add to my situation.
"So did you two slaves learn anything today? I think you heard just about every word the boys said and I know neither of you are stupid. Now you know that they are the actors in the videos we make here on the plantation. They all come from the back country where brains come after fucking sheep and sisters. Their parents are well taken care of and as you may have seen, the boys even get paid to perform."
Just then the gate swung open and Master Doc came walking in. He greeted my Master with a hug and kiss, unlike I'd never seen before. They exchanged pleasantries before talking about their respective day. It seems that Master Doc has quite a lucrative clinic in town, which adds a substantial amount of cash to the bank account.
"I think I need to cool off, so I'm just going to get in the pool for a minute or two before I get cleaned up for dinner," Master Doc said; which instantly got Jordan to his knees.
I watched and learned as Jordan helped his master undress. Master Doc has a beautiful body, now that I see it in the sunlight. He looks soâ^À¦ so majestic in his nakedness. His male cock hanging ever so perfectly, covering his two low hanging nuts; all surrounded by a mound of thick luscious dark hair.
As Master Doc dove into the pool, Jordan turned to watch him swim back and forth several times; the entire length of the pool. I remained sitting, facing Master; not knowing exactly what, if anything, I was supposed to be doing.
It was only when Master rubbed his hand over his crotch area that sent a signal to me that Masters' cock needed attention. I quickly rose up and pulled his zipper down with my teeth, with little difficulty this time. I thought that he'd have taken his manstick out for me, but he patiently waited; wanting to see if I had learned what to do yet. Indeed I had; as from school videos I knew that now I was required to use my face and mouth to fish his manstick out and into the open.
With a minimum amount of difficulty, I was able to get my lips around the head of Masters' manstick and hold it firmly enough to where I could just ease it out from behind his cotton clothes.
I no sooner had it in my mouth, sucking it properly, that it began to harden like a piece of steel. I felt so proud of myself; just knowing that Master didn't have to say a single word to me during the whole process.
I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I never heard or noticed the housekeeper come out with what must have been the Master's evening cocktails; followed by the butler coming out with a towel and bathrobe for Master Doc.
The pulsing of Masters' cock alerted me to his impending orgasm; however, Master quickly pulled his hips back into the chair as far as he could, and telling me to stop sucking. I was commanded to sit, while Master tucked his cock back behind his undies and zipped up.
Master Doc climbed out of the pool and Jordan instantly got on his feet and began to towel dry his master. I was catching on to this master/slave stuff pretty good today. I would store all of this information for my own learning process as the days would turn into weeks and beyond.
Master Doc, sat down in his chair and picked up his drink; allowing his robe to drape open between his legs. Jordan was on Master Docs' dick faster than a fish chasing bait. I think that this was the first time that I was able to witness, without being under duress, Jordan at his best. As Master Doc neared completion, he pulled Jordan's head down even further and with a couple of moans and groans dumped his load into Jordan's mouth.
"Now don't swallow it all." Master Doc commanded of Jordan. "Don't you think you should share?"
Jordan pulled himself away from the rapidly deflating cock and turned facing my direction. He quickly crawled over to me, turning me to face him; and planting his lips onto mine. Jordan knew from the very first time he had kissed me that I would love nothing more than to kiss him all day long. I opened my mouth and was instantly invaded by Jordan's tongue; Master Docs' cum and Jordan's spit flowing freely into my own mouth.
The simplest of things broke our passionate kiss. The butler was snapping our leashes to our collars and pulling us away from each other and our respective masters.
We were led back to the cottage followed by the housekeeper coming in with our evening meal. I was aghast to discover that Jordan was getting the normal ground up human food, while I was getting the standard 'slave paste' from a can. Before the butler left, he had me raise my head and open my mouth, just so that he could force two huge pills down my throat with his fingers. I had no idea why I was still getting pills, medicine or drugs; but I guess that Master knows what is best for his slave.
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