Sail Away

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Sail Away Chapter Thirty Seven

PREFACE: I'm glad this chapter showed up when it did. With some of you asking some great questions about some rather obscure situations; this chapter should help to fill in the answers to some (SOME) of your questions and concerns. You didn't think any of our stories would leave you hanging for to long anyway... did ya? hugs Billy, aka 'the bad boy of the week' award winner

It wasn't soon after the camera stud went into the cottage that Master and the butler came out. The sun was going down and the air began to have a certain

coolness about it, which somehow heightened my desire to get inside.

Master told the butler to 'hurry up and remove his bindings', while Master took matters in to His own hands when it came to the rubber cock up my tunnel. Once Master knew that I was free to move forward, He had the butler grasp my collar and pull me out from between the two cart poles. I could feel the rubber as it made its way out of my body. It wasn't a bad feeling; on the contrary, it felt sensual. Once the image was free and clear of my tunnel, I could feel a rush of air; first exiting behind the image and the second was the cool air permeating my swollen opening.

"Damn fine job of opening up the slaves' tunnel. Perhaps we should have used a fatter dildo." Master commented to the butler. "It seems that the slaves' tunnel opening is ready for a much bigger one, just by the sheer swelling of the tunnels' pucker lips. Come look for yourself, this contraption really does work; money well spent."

Master didn't have to talk about my asshole like he was doing. Like, just how

many people was He intending to show off my tunnel to anyway. I watched as he passed the long pole forward, past my head. I could see the grease, which looked as if it had spots of blood on it; not to mention a large amount of ass slime.

"Yes, I believe you are correct Sir," came words from my Masters' butler. "If I may Sir, I'd probably suggest not only the fatter one for tomorrow, but perhaps a better adjustment of the spring; as I noticed that the entire shaft of the dildo never made it up inside the slave, Sir."

Master didn't respond to the butlers' comment about tomorrow. At least now, I

knew the proper name for the rubber cock; a 'dildo'. Not that I hadn't heard

about such things, but equating what one hears to what one sees is sometimes

difficult under stressful situations.

With the pole in one hand and his other hand on my collar, the butler pulled me along; behind himself and Master, as we entered the cottage. For some reason the cottage appeared to be a lot brighter tonight, but I quickly discovered that there were more of those special lights set up all over the room. I was being filmed, as I made entrance to the cottage; and even as I remembered to drop to all fours upon entering, the camera stud was right there taking close up video of my obscenely stretched tunnel. At least, I really should have been thankful that Master hadn't forced a plug into my ass.

I didn't immediately see Jordan, and wondered what had become of him. With so

many bright lights, I couldn't even see a shadow of Jordan. But, if I didn't see him come out of the cottage then he had to be here somewhere.

"I saw Master move towards the shower area saying, "well I told you that you'd earned something special for all your hard work so as a man of my word, I shall reward you."

There He goes again; telling Jordan just how pleased he was with his performance today. Surely, it couldn't have been any where near as exhausting as mine was. How could Master be so upset with me? I did everything that I was commanded to do and I even had to suckle all of those nasty male cocks and swallow their piss. I bet Jordan didn't have to do anything close to what I had to do. No, I'm not the jealous type, but he's the fag, not me. He's the one who couldn't wait to be owned, not me. He's the one who needed a master, not me. He's the one who even helped Daniel prepare me, I didn't help prepare him. Not to mention all the 'cushy' things he got to do at school, while I was being tortured. Just wait until we are alone, and allowed our 'talk time'; man oh man, do I have some questions for his ass.

I heard the water start to run, knowing that Jordan was preparing to do his enema and shower. Every second that passed I was finding myself becoming contemptuous. I could have been described as a 'mad dog' only after about a minute or so; but still holding out some faint hope, that perhaps Master was going to share the reward. Even though Jordan had brutally scrubbed me earlier, I could still use my daily warm and soapy shower.

Time seemed to pass slowly, as I knew what Jordan was going through with his enema. Then Master called for me, and I was sudden forgetting all of my pent up feelings of neglect and abuse.

Under the water, stood Jordan, looking like a Greek God as the water cascaded

down his lean muscular frame. As tired as I was, there was and always would be some bit of inner strength that would keep me alert around somebody like Jordan. I discovered, almost instantly what was so different about Jordan now.

I could see the faint signs of stubble, black, beginning to sprout on Jordans' head. Furthermore, all of Jordans' body rings had been reduced in size by as much as two thirds the size of mine. I wasn't envious at all. The changes in the rings made him even more attractive, not to mention desirable. I was soon to realize that my on and off again feelings towards the same sex had a lot to do with all of the drugs I was being fed.

"Now slave," Master said looking and speaking directly to me, "it shall be your responsibility to bath your fellow slave, in such a manner as you would desire to be bathed."

I fucking couldn't believe what I'd just heard. I'm going to bath Jordan? ME?

The butler came forward with a bottle of liquid soap, a small wash cloth and a huge, not to mention real, sponge; placing them just inside the shower area.

All of the men, Master, the butler and Master Doc, stepped back a few paces; guaranteeing themselves of staying dry. I could see the camera stud moving two cameras into place, even closer than ever.

I looked up, into Jordans' eyes and could see the delight he was wrapped in. I knew that he knew, this was going to be something for him and me to remember for a long, long time.

I began bathing Jordan, from his feet up. He was even helpful, in that he raised his legs and feet so that I might wash the bottoms of his feet. I even got between each of his toes, which seemed perhaps to be one of Jordans' ticklish spots. I got right up to his upper thighs and Jordan turned around, facing the wall.

I could only surmise that Jordan was saving the best for last. I knelt there and gently washed his butt; but I didn't use anything except for the soap and my bare hands to cleanse the daily grime and sweat from his cheeks. I got my hands right into his butt crack and could feel his tunnel entrance; which sent him bucking his hips into the wall momentarily. When he pushed his butt back towards me, he held it still; as if he wanted me to wash him there some more. I did, and I even flicked one of my fingers over his tunnel. At this point I didn't care who, or if anyone was actually watching us. I took my soapy finger and gingerly pushed it against Jordans' opening. He pushed back instantly, sending my finger completely up inside his body. Jordan began pumping his body back and forth seemingly as if he thought he was getting fucked. Jordan kept this up for a long time and somehow, some way, it was as if he was wanting more. Taking the lead, I placed a second finger alongside the first and Jordan thrust himself right on it. I could now hear him moaning and could even see his whole body shiver once or twice.

It wasn't until I focused on his new, smaller anal piercing, that I had one of those feelings of resentment. It was only a fleeting moment, thank goodness, as I had a lot more of him to bath. For the first time, I wasn't feeling in control of my mind or emotions. I could only suspect that it too, was something to do with all of the pills; just like at school.

I couldn't believe how soft Jordans' skin was. I had never really paid much attention to it before now, and I was finding it rather erotic. With the help of the soap, my hands found their way back down his legs and back up again; before Jordan knelt down allowing me easy access to his back. Even though I had started to wash his back with the soft natural sponge, I soon found myself reverting back to just using my hands.

Every muscle in his back seemed to flex and prod me on; to explore more of this magnificent specimen of male Adonis. Thankfully the soap Master had provided was overly scented and I was able to inhale Jordans' manliness. I found myself almost mesmerized by the shear softness and purity of his skin. Jordan moved his head in circles, as my two hands not only washed his neck, but gently massaged it as well. I thought that perhaps he might have been a little tense from all of his day of work, so I even applied a bit of pressure via my fingers to each and every muscle they came in contact with. By the faint, and soft sounds he was emitting it was easy to tell that he was enjoying all of my attention and tenderness.

I maintained my concentration, not fearing the watchful eyes of the two Masters nor the ever present camera lens. I made sure that all of the soap had been washed from his back as Jordan slowly began to turn to face me. The look in his eyes, when we finally made contact, told me instantly that he was gratified with his 'reward'.

As I washed his face, his eyes closed ever so gently; and I could only imagine what he was thinking about as he had to know that our two things were making sporadic contact with each other. Which, not to my surprise, I discovered a

short time later that both of us had things straining, to the limit, to erupt in a sea of hot sperm. If only we had permission, Jordan and I would have been in a magical place.

When my hands found their way to, and over, Jordans' nipples; my hands seemed to glide right over the nipple rings. I couldn't, however, break away from staring at his face; so my hands were acting independent of my train of thought and desires. I noticed that when the water drops landed on his nose ring, that the lights hit it just right; making it look as if stars were dancing all around the ring itself.

I knew, finally, that my hands were nearly touching Jordans' cinch ring and I

hesitated; perhaps to long. Jordan must have sensed my reluctance; and stood up, his head blocking a major portion of the water from the shower head. Now that I was no longer looking him in the eye, my brain and thoughts went back to concentrating on the task at hand. Perhaps, that was a poor use of words there.

I had never really touched another mans cock in such a manner. Sure we all did when we were going up and jerking one an other off; but this... this was so different. I didn't want to appear to Master as if I was faltering with my duty so, I leaned forward and rested my forehead on Jordans' abdomen. I'm not sure if that wasn't a BIG mistake.

I can just see Jordan now. I'm sure that he had his eyes closed, as his two hands found their way to my bare head; holding it there in a gentle way. This was the first time that I could recall that anyone had every held me so lovingly, other than my mom. Jordan could have sensed my momentary lapse in bathing his private parts, as he began to run his hands in a loving manner over the top and sides of my scalp. His actions, sent shivers down my entire body. I was once again discovering those mixed signals that Jordan sometimes sent to me. Did he care for me, or was it that he was just enjoying the attention he'd been rewarded with?

Nervously, my hands began soaping up Jordans' cock, and as expected it was rather firm to the touch. His cinch ring slid beneath my fingers as I soaped it

as well. I made sure that I cleaned his Prince Albert, just like we'd been instructed to do to our own. It felt odd, moving it back and forth through the

holes, knowing as I do, that it can be very arousing. His balls were like silk. Being a man, I know how gingerly one must cradle the nutsack. I made sure that I was extra careful not to cause Jordan any discomfort. I was continuously being 'rewarded' in a way; as Jordan never stopped touching my head; and he even, once, moved his hands down to my shoulder blades.

Once I'd gotten all of the soap removed, Jordans' true fragrance came through. His body scent was pure man, one hundred percent raging hormones. I wasn't sure what to do next, as I'd finally finished bathing him. I knew what I wanted to do, but was totally afraid to expose myself to anybody. Just the simple act of removing his hands, Jordan sent me the signal that his bath was complete.

Sadly, I leaned back just enough for him to step aside; allowing the full force of the shower spray to strike my body full force. Thankfully I had anticipated it and was more than relieved to have it flowing over my own body. I knew that I needed to clean my tunnel out first, so I reached up and grabbed the enema nozzle and got right to work.

I used the wash cloth to reach every inch and pore on my body. After the day that I had, I knew that even the job Jordan had performed earlier had still left a feeling of uncleanliness in my mind. This new soap felt so good on my skin, I honestly didn't want to stop showering. I was so relaxed by now, that all I wanted to do was climb into bed and sleep until morning. I had gotten in a good days work, I ate what I was given, I didn't feel as if I'd done anything deserving of punishment and last but not least I was able to explore my 'other side'; be it ever so briefly.

As I crawled from the shower, Jordan had already moved towards his Master and I crawled over to mine; only to discover that the two Masters were kissing each other with the passion and fervor of two animals in heat.

I was plain to see that the camera stud wasn't interesting in getting their romantic tryst on tape. He was squatting down between the two of us slaves, moving his camera around as if he was getting close ups of our faces.

Moments later, Master finally spoke, "You slaves have had a long day, so after your evening meal you'll be permitted, this once, to go directly to bed."

Now that sounded like a plan if ever I heard one. That means that I'm not going to be getting any instructional punishment tonight, nor is Jordan. Sleep, the word sure has a ring to it.

Our two Masters left the cottage, apparently with plans of their own for the night; leaving us with the camera man.

The butler arrived minutes later with our meals and both of us consumed them in record time. As we ate, a lot of the camera equipment was folded up, packed against a wall and when the butler left with our empty bowls, the stud also

left. It was now time to climb into bed, but I wasn't about to fall directly

asleep without talking to Jordan first.

I turned, on all fours, towards my bed; only to find it missing. I stopped dead in my tracks for a moment, before realizing that we were in 'free talk' time. I turned towards Jordan at the same time I blurted out something about my bed missing; only to discover that my bed had been placed directly next to, adjoining Jordans' bed. It looked like one gigantic bed.

Jordan was already on top of the bed, a big smile beaming, set apart from the

rest of his nakedness. He silently took his hand and patted the bed, indicating that I was to get to bed as well. I no sooner climbed up, and then the lights dimmed. For some reason they all didn't go completely dark like always; several of them simply dimmed to a rather inviting degree of illumination.

I lay there for several moments, just enjoying the comfort of having a good mattress beneath me. I'd never been more thankful that the bed wasn't even comparable to the ones on the ship or at school. The atmosphere soon changed as Jordan rolled over, facing my prone body with his head right next to mine. He

draped his arm and hand over my mid section and began a slow, rather hushed conversation.

"God, John, you sure did a great job bathing me just now, thanks man. I could

tell that you were rather intrigued with my cock and balls. But, that's a good thing. I'm sure that the Masters noticed it as well. The more you get used to touching a male body, the sooner you'll get used to having someone touch you and pleasure themselves with you."

Jordan leaned in to my ear, his nose brushing against the skin, "John, just remember this one thing tonight. The reason we are not in total darkness is because our Masters are watching up at their home, not to mention that they've left the cameras running and are taping everything we say and do."

Intently, I took every word Jordan said with a tremendous amount of authority

and knowledge. I dare not commit another offense.

Jordan leaned back, and I could feel his hand easing itself towards my private parts. The softness of his hands began to work something that I can only describe as magic. He was alternating his fingers over, on and around each one of my grossly extended balls. The combination of his soft fingers mixed with the soft firm skin surrounding my own balls sent a wall of passion coursing through my entire body.

As his hand left my balls it moved closer and closer to my tunnel, which was still vacant. He began to tease the swollen and puckered skin surrounding the

entrance for several minutes before he inserted two fingers and began immediately to massage that secret 'hard spot'. I was surprised, to say the least, that Jordan knew about such things in and on a male body. I began to moan in ecstasy, as my thing seemed to grow endlessly.

Jordan, experienced as he is, must have known that I was nearly a volcanic climax and quickly removed his two fingers. The emptiness that followed was devastating. He then presented my mouth with his two fingers, that I eagerly sucked clean; while he kept himself busy by nibbling at the skin surrounding my ringed nipples. He even went so far as to use his tongue to raise the nipple rings and let them back down ever so gently.

I was beginning to see that there was, there could be, real passionate and meaningful relationships between two men. I could actually feel my heart thumping away beneath my ribcage.

Jordan eased himself up and over my body; allowing us to become face to face. In the dim light, Jordans' eyes glittered like two blue jewels. "You know," Jordan began, "that the meds that you are taking are to make you more receptive to sex from a man. They also help your body to produce an abundance of hormones. Your Master is using the same ones from the school, hoping that one day you will see just how you really are. There are a few things that I've known, but never told you; so I guess now is as good a time as any to spill the beans.'

In a quiet voice, and a very subdued tone I responded. "What do you mean 'spill the beans? How much more is there that I need to know? And why are you treating me in such a kind way; when all the other times you seem to gloat your slave status over mine? Can you tell me why you got all of your rings reduced to these small ones? Can you tell me why you got the easy work and I have to be treated like an animal? Do you know what is ahead for me? It seems like you know a hell of a lot about me and I end up not knowing shit."

"Yes, I can answer just about every one of those questions. But, please let me answer them in my own way. There is more to it, than just your questions, a lot more. You will have to trust me, and I mean REALLY trust me." Jordan replied. "But first, I have something that I want to give you."

Jordan eased himself down, to where his chest was just barely making contact with mine and put his lips to mine. Instantly, it brought back the memories of my very first male to male kiss; which just so happened to be with Jordan on the ship.

The warmth of Jordans' body, the manly scent of his being and the softness of

his lips seemed to melt away any fears that I may have been having at that precise moment. As Jordan kissed me harder, I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. Even the motions of his tongue were not like those of a boy and girl lusting after one and other. The motions seemed to be sending me some sort of signal, but it was a signal that I couldn't decipher.

Now, as I could feel his heart beat as well as my own, I slowly placed my arms over his back and pulled him completely down on top of me. I was captivated by this experience of man on man contact and didn't want to let go. It was if I was doing this of my own free will; and it feels good. I wasn't concerned, excited or nervous that our bodies were in close contact. I wasn't in a tizzy because our things were touching each other and even his weight on my bound balls didn't' affect my current feelings. It seems funny, in a way, that my mind didn't pretend that I was kissing a girl; as even I began to reciprocate by moving my tongue to meet his.

We both began to perspire and Jordan took that as time to break the kiss and return to lying beside me. Both of us seemed to be out of breath, as I could feel and see my own chest heaving as well as Jordans'.

"John Henry," Jordan began softly, "You know that your dad told you that you were to become a sexual pleasure slave. You have been fighting your enslavement from day one but I can see some big changes in you lately. I don't mean to have you think that I'm a better slave than you. You must remember that I've known that I was born gay; whereas you were raised in a worldly straight family, or so you thought. Somewhere along the way, your dad recognized some signs that you might, yourself, be gay. He even had countless conversations with your mom about them, but with her having a gay brother, she didn't want to believe her own son was gay. That's one reason why you guys never had any slaves around your place."

"How do you know all of this," I asked, still in the receding few minutes of passion.

"Jesus, John, have you forgotten every fucking thing? Like duh... I've been on your dads' ship for two years. You don't think that I just lay around and did

nothing? I found more ways of eavesdropping than there are M&M's in a bag. Every time your dad came aboard, I made it my mission to hear every word that I possibly could. Shit man, I knew you were coming almost a year before you arrived. Hell, I even got to see a photograph of you; one of you in your adorable swimming teams Speedo. The blue one with the white and yellow stripe down the sides, how adorable you looked, not to mention the nice sized bulge you seemed to be proud of displaying."

Jordan stopped for a moment, but I quickly said, "go on, go on."

"Okay, okay...Well the first thing your father wanted to do was to prove to himself, your mother and you; that you were or were not gay. He already knew about your pals, of which Alan and a few others were gay. He never told you that

he knew, as he wanted you to make your own decisions about them. Heck, I even found out just before you came to the ship that your dad found about you hooking up with Alan and getting a blowjob. AND, he even told your mom, so now she knows just about everything. I bet you never knew that all of the slaves around Alan's' place, came from your dads' school... did ya? You getting the picture now John Henry?"

Jordan must have sensed that I was getting a little uneasy with his words; and ever so gently put his hand on my upper leg, rubbing it slowly in a circular pattern. I knew that he was waiting for me to speak, but I had nothing really to say. All I wanted to do was to listen.

Slowly Jordans hand moved right to where the leg meets the body and I squirmed around for a second, but relaxed right after I'd repositioned myself to allow him better access to whatever part of me he wanted. The palm of his hand was making contact with my skin and the back of his hand was simultaneously making contact with the bottom of my thing and ball sac. (What there was of it). It felt so good, causing me to relax again.

"Now, comes a difficult thing to tell you John Henry," he began almost like he was choking on his words. "Being a submissive boy, like me; well sometimes people make you do things that you don't want to do. You know exactly what I'm talking about, as everything you've done, well most everything; you did because you were made to do it. Me, well ... I... I've been forced to have sex with animals. Not many mind ya, but a few times when guys wanted to see if I was good enough for their animal stock. I really hated it, but there was nothing I could do about it."

"Holy fuck Jordan, how could they do that to you?" I asked almost in tears.

"I don't really want to get in to it John Henry, so please let me go on."

"Okay, dude, I'm sorry."

"The thing about my new rings, well... Master Doc never was one for the big rings. You only have them because your dad and uncle want to make a point. I got

pierced because both Masters love body jewelry and that's that. Do you understand what I'm saying here?"

I replied, "Yes I think so."

"Okay then... well... you've got the tougher job because your Master feels that such work is not only a good way to get you muscled up some, but also to allow you time to understand yourself. If in fact you come to realize that you are indeed gay, all the better. I mean, well, let's face it. You sure are a good kisser and great in the shower and I've been getting certain vibes from you that you just might be coming to terms with who or what you really are. I can't say for sure, but perhaps this enslavement might just be your dads' way of allowing you to explore yourself and to be with men instead of girls. Who knows, maybe if and when you admit to yourself that you're gay, and your dad and your Master find out from you; then maybe, just maybe your term of indenturement will cease to exist. Didn't your dad say something to you about helping out running the school?"

By now Jordans' hand was deep within the crevasse of my body. I could feel the sexual tension building within me, as his fingers ran circles around my grossly swollen tunnel entrance.

"Okay... here comes the real kicker... so hang on. Sure your Master has this big

place and all. Sure he's making porn flicks. The thing is, John Henry, that in today's world, where slaves are becoming more and more common. There are only two or three places here in the states that train slaves for different jobs. Your dad and your uncle have teamed up to start their own slave school. Not in Central America... but right here in the good old USA. As a matter of fact, you and I are the first two students. It ain't much now, but soon, real soon, this place will be alive with slaves from America and from all over the globe. And I hate to say it, but, your new home will soon be the old barn. The amount of workers will double starting tomorrow with most of them laboring away at the barn converting it into something 'different'. I asked Master Doc if I could go there with you, but he said he'd 'have to think about it'."

I still couldn't say a word. My brain was in overload not only from the ministrations from Jordans' hand but also from his conversation.

"So you see, John Henry, you're Master might only be your Master until you are trained as a pleasure slave and then he can sell you off."

"He wouldn't do that,... would he?" I asked.

"Well, yes. Yes he would. Yes he's going too." Replied Jordan.

"He can't, he won't, and I won't let him." I said crying like a baby. "What about working with my dad? He told me so himself."

Seconds later, I felt Jordans' hand move from my crack to my thing; his fingers dancing up and down the length of the shaft.

"I see that you're still excited John Henry, that's a good thing." Jordan said with a slight uplifting tone to his voice. "Now we better get on with more of your training, or we'll both be in hot water."

"What do you mean, 'more training?" I asked.

"Jesus, John Henry, you don't think our beds are together out of the kindness of their hearts do you? Hello... they want me to help train you. To help you understand. To make you a better slave."

I went into a radical depressed place, not knowing what to think now. However, what Jordan said to me next, seemed to make me feel a whole lot better.

"Just follow my lead, my instructions, okay? But first I have one last thing I must tell you, so please don't get upset and get mad at me."

I lay there not knowing what to expect him to say. Whispering into my ear, as

not to get it on tape, Jordan said something that I never saw coming. "John Henry, ... I'm falling in love with you."

Talk about emotions! Fuck me! What am I supposed to say to that? Jesus, Lord above, how in the fuck did I get myself in such a situation. Please tell me this is a dream, a nightmare or a joke.

Jordan lifted himself off the mattress and began to pull at my legs; which put my head about two to three feet from the top of the bed. He slowly mounted his body over mine, and I could see his rigid thing and balls directly over my mouth.

"Okay, baby slave, I want you to lick my balls first and then I need you to suck on each one and after that I want you to get both of them in your mouth and suck on them both, as if they are something a good slave needs to worship.

Jordan began to slowly lower his body closer and closer to my mouth, and I began to smell his manliness, which seemed to be commanding my brain and my every thought.

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