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The room fell silent, nothing seemed to be moving; with the only thing my senses could detect was the smell of the salt air, and the constant air flowing over my hairless body. I kept opening and closing my eyes, hoping that all of this was a dream. I don't know how long the silence and absence of movement lasted but it seemed like a lifetime; a lifetime of hell.
Jordan's body next to mine was the first indication that this wasn't a dream,
regardless of how much I was hoping that it was. The look on his face was something that I just couldn't figure out. I didn't know whether or not it was a look of sympathy or eager anticipation. Then I remembered that my father once told me that if any one expected sympathy from him; that they could find it (sympathy) in the dictionary located between the words 'sex' and 'syphilis'. Consequently my mind registered that the look Jordan was giving me was one of eager anticipation.
I began to hear Daniel mumbling to himself, as he was apparently rummaging around in one of the closets, trying to find something; which he must have located because he soon appeared on the opposite side of my bound body.
"Here, you can use this stuff. I haven't ever used it before, but I've heard it was the best stuff money can buy. At least this goop and the other things in the box seemed to be top of the line shit." Daniel said, handing Jordan a plastic can, about the size of a large container of Crisco. "I'll get started with something else while you finish his body preps."
The moment Jordan opened the can, the whole room smelled of piss. He made some acrimonious comment about the smell before he began talking to me. "Don't worry about the smell, you'll get used to it and the taste that goes along with it." I, once again, had not clue as to what he was talking about. "I'm going to rub this stuff all over your body, and we'll have to leave it on for at least thirty minutes. So, once I start I can't stop and I suggest that if you need to piss, you best be getting to it." I sure did have to piss, no doubt about that; but if they weren't going to release my bindings, how could I empty myself. Before I knew it, Jordan had his mouth over my cock, but he wasn't sucking me off.
"What Jordan is trying to explain to you, 'boy', is that you need to piss now. He is waiting for your piss, so let it go NOW!" Daniel said in a unpleasant tone. How was I supposed to know what was happening. With my legs spread out like a filleted fish, not to mention up in the air the tendency to piss wasn't there. Jordan began to softly and slowing massage my right side, just below the rib cage; as I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate enough to piss. His hands were smooth and supple, like Alan's and his moist mouth felt wonderful. As I started to think of Alan, my whole body relaxed and my piss flowed in what I perceived as an endless stream.
Jordan smiled at me, as he withdrew his mouth from my cock. This was starting to get on my nerves; as nothing in this world, as an initiation, could be so
degrading. Surely this man, this young adult, could not have liked swallowing a full bladder of my hot piss. I could only close my eyes, now more than ever, not wanting to see what was coming next.
"Now", Jordan began to explain, "I'm going to rub your whole body with the stuff. It is supposed to keep your hair from growing back for at least one to two months. If you don't like the smell, there isn't anything I can do to change that; so just get used to it. At least this new stuff, is supposed to be more humane and not burn, so that is a plus." That said, Jordan released the binding over my forehead and began to slowly rub the greasy substance onto my bare skin. It took him about five minutes, and my head was covered in a thick layer of this goop.
Daniel excused himself for a few minutes, needing to retrieve something from his quarters; which was somewhat of a relief for me. At least I didn't have two men sauntering around, messing with me; not for now anyway.
"Now listen carefully." Jordan whispered, "I've got to do this or else I'll be severely punished. The rest of the time you're in this room isn't going to be all that nice. I'll do what I can to help you, without it looking like I am. The first mate brought down a box full of fittings for your body and there is now a photograph of how you are supposed to look when Daniel is done. Don't make too much of a fuss or else you will get a whipping in front of the entire crew, except the ones over in the engine room. You have a lot to learn before Friday, so if I were you I'd keep my eyes and ears open and my mouth shut. Just do as they tell you to do and what they tell you to do; and you might just make it off this ship without to many whip lashes all over your body. If you complain too much or are not obeying, the captain will see to it that Daniel removes your testicles; and I know that a well hung man like you needs his balls."
I hadn't noticed, but while Jordan had been talking to me; he was also applying the hair stuff. He saved my cock and balls for last, thankfully, as while he was applying the ointment, my cock sprang to life. Just then Daniel came back.
"Well, let's have a look at your work, Jordan." Daniel said, almost as if he was a boss around here or something. "Did you forget something? Looks to me, that you have forgotten to put the ointment around the 'boys' fuck chute. What have you been doing, while I've been gone? You aren't getting lazy on me are you? You've got him all tied down and tilted, not to mention his legs out of the way, his fucking ass hole staring you right in the face and you forgot to put the grease on it? Something doesn't seem right about all of this, but trust me; you shall pay for your absent mindedness."
Daniel reached for a hand full of goop and slapped my asshole with the stuff,
smearing it none to politely all over my hole and between the cheeks. When he was finished, he quickly grabbed Jordan around the neck; and with Jordan somewhat immobile he proceeded to wipe his slimy hand off on Jordan's short hair cut. "Now, let's wait awhile and see if it works just as well on you as it should on the 'boy', and perhaps this will teach you a valuable lesson", Daniel said laughingly. "You know", Daniel continued, "perhaps you missed his pucker hole on purpose. I guess by now you have figured out that he isn't a fag like you. Well, fag or no fag, he'll learn to suck cock and take dick just like you; or perhaps even better than you."
When those words registered in my brain I didn't know what to think. All I knew was that nobody was going to be sticking their cock up my ass and I sure as hell wasn't going to be sucking anybodies dick. That I knew for sure!
Daniel began explaining to me, the different colors worn by the men on the ship; which when he describes pink as worn by 'pussy boys' I wanted to reach out and give him a knuckle sandwich. He went so far as to explain each of their duties, once or twice mentioning (briefly) the men who worked in the engine room. However, he never went into detail about those men or why they only worked in the engine room. But for sure, I knew from the little reading I'd done; that seven men working in the engine room seemed to be more than normal. When he described the pink shorts, he seemed to beam brightly, as he went into the duties of the pink shorts. I knew this was a joke, of course. Nobody in this world would want, nor be made to do what he just told me. But, his scare tactics at least got my attention for awhile. Dad would straighten every thing out. I can't wait to ask him, if grandpa had put him through the same initiation. If I was a betting man, I'd bet that just as soon as the stuff was off my body, they'd let me up and hand me my regular clothes. Nothing in this world could ever be as bad and as cynical as Daniel makes it out to be.
But once Daniel had finished his little orientation sermon, I closed my eyes; trying to consider everything he'd said. It did, in a way, strike me funny that if this was some sort of initiation, why Jordan would swallow my piss and why was Daniel so adamant about covering my ass with the cream stuff; and what is all the talk about the box. I'm guessing that my shirt, shorts, undies and shoes are in the box; just waiting for me once I'm off the chair. How could I be so gullible, thinking that the little talk Jordan gave me, was for real. This whole thing was elaborately planned out, and my dad must be the one who would get the last laugh, at my expense.
Reality came back, as I felt a finger slid down the top of my head. "Nope, it's not done yet." Daniel said, "I guess I should have looked at my watch first. We'll leave it on for another ten minutes or so and then check again."
Before I could realize what was happening, Jordan snapped some kind of a clamp on my right nipple and I screamed the loudest I'd ever screamed. Once my lungs were empty, Jordan place an identical clamp on my left nipple; once again
causing me great discomfort.
Daniel approached with nothing less than an evil smile on his face, yet he remained silent. He lifted up the clamp on my right nipple, causing me more pain; as he fastidiously tied a small rope through the little ring at the end. What he did with the other end of the rope, is what really got me to screaming
and yelling.
The free end of the rope was looped around my big toe. Daniel began pulling the rope end back towards my head. The more he pulled on the rope, the more my
nipple was being pulled away from my body. Eventually the rope was tied right back onto the same ring of the nipple clamp; thus, for now, leaving me with a situation I had no control over; let alone understanding the reason for this painful experience. Daniel seemed to enjoy hearing me scream and cry, as his smile never diminished. By the time Daniel had tied up my other nipple, I was nearly delirious; screaming and yelling and finally speaking.
"We told you to be silent. We told you not to make any noise or to speak and you've already broken that rule more than once." Daniel said, taunting himself over me.
Daniel turned to Jordan saying, " Bend and let me have it!" All I could see, from my position, was Jordan turning away from me and bending forward. I didn't have the faintest idea what the fuck was going on now. But, why was Jordan showing Daniel his ass?
What happened next, told me that this was no longer anything like an initiation or hazing. When Daniel returned, facing me, he held in his hand a black object which I learned, later, was a butt plug. Apparently Jordan had been keeping it up his butt all this time. It was about the size around and in length of an ear of corn, but slightly tapered at the one end and it had a large round base. Daniel took his right hand and pinched my nose closed. After just what must have been seconds, I opened my mouth to get air; and that's when the plug found its' way into my mouth. I gagged profusely, but to no avail as Daniel held the thing in my mouth with his hand. It took a while before I got control of my breathing, but I managed somehow. The taste of the plug was awful. It was like I had a piece of ice cold southern fried chicken in my mouth. The sensation that I had a mouth full of grease was disgusting. Daniel made one final remark before he and Jordan got to work. "Do I need to tape this butt plug in your mouth, or are you going to be a good 'pussy boy' and get with the program?" I didn't make a single sound, which apparently pleased Daniel quite a bit.
Before I could figure out what was going to happen next, Jordan began rubbing the ointment from my body, commenting that the new 'stuff' really worked great. I guess he meant that he didn't feel even the slightest amount of stubble on my body. Like before, my cock rose to the occasion when he was toweling the greasy substance from my dick.
Daniel, once again, reached beneath the chair and began moving the cranking handle. As I felt my feet being lowered, still spread out wide, my nipples began to feel the strain of the ropes. There was nothing I could do except make muffled attempts of screaming; but nothing even close to what it would have sounded like, had I not had my mouth stuffed with this latex plug. It felt like he was lowering my feet quite abit; but in reality it was only about an inch. I guess he just wanted to remind me, that he was still in charge.
I hadn't noticed when, but Jordan had removed his pink shorts; and was now beginning to climb onto the chair facing towards me. Daniel commented to Jordan something about this being Jordan's only fuck for the day. Slowly Jordan reached between his own legs, taking hold of my cock and placing it at the entrance to his asshole. Gingerly, he began to impale himself on my cock. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about this situation; hoping that my brain would transfer these feelings to the last time that I got into some girls pants. Thankfully Jordan avoided hitting either of the two ropes which were connected to my nipples. Jordan, although riding my cock, wasn't smiling. He slowly moved his body up and down and occasionally he moved toward my head and back again.
"So 'boy', you liking the fucking you're giving this pussy? I guess all you rich boys never thought the day would come where you'd be fucking a faggots' ass. You'd best be liking it, a lot; because you are going to soon be the one getting fucked. Every cock on this boat is going to fill your hole with man cum." Daniel said sadistically.
I could see Jordan's eyes begin to water, as his face remained expressionless. I suppose that Daniel is responsible for making him slide on my cock. Jordan began to slow down, enough so that I wouldn't dump my seed to fast, if at all. Jordan finally made direct eye contact with me, and that was when I could tell that he was enjoying the ride, but I could also tell that he wasn't extremely happy to be doing it in this fashion. Once again, I closed my eyes, trying to derail my thought process; thinking about dad and mom, my friends back home, my car; anything just to help me forget that my cock was buried completely up a mans butt. It didn't help much, but at least I tried.
Daniel startled me when he shoved a large photograph of a man dressed in pink shorts, in front of my face; saying, "Look at these pictures real close 'boy'. You are going to look like this 'boy' except you are going to look even better." The photo showed a man, about my age; completely hairless, wearing his pink shorts. They must have cut a hole out of the center, because his dick was poking right through. I could easily tell that the shorts were a lot more 'see through' than those worn by Jordan and the other guy up in the wheelhouse. Things still didn't seem to becoming any clearer for me now, than they were when all of this began; but, as long as it soon ended and I could get on with my job, the better off I'd be.
As weird as it sounds, not to mention feel; I was beginning to enjoy my cock being humped by Jordan. The more I stared at him, while he was exercising his body the same time he was riding my cock; I began to see a little bit of beauty in him. The nasty taste was subsiding in my mouth, although my jaws were getting stiff from being kept spread so wide; but just knowing that this plug came out of Jordan's ass made it all not seem so bad. It wouldn't have been the same thoughts, if the plug had come from someone else. Yes, I know I'm starting to think and sound gay, but I'm just stating a fact.
The next photo Daniel placed in front of me was of the same male but this time only a face. The mans ears had humungous ear rings dangling, almost touching his shoulders. They looked as if they belonged on a girl, not a man. The third picture shown to me was again the same man. This time he had his mouth open and I could plainly see that his tongue was now pierced, not to mention the large ring running through his septum. The next photo showed the man wearing a collar. From what I could tell, it was a leather collar that had been dyed bright pink. It had at least six large D rings perfectly spaced around the circumference of the collar.
Not having any body piercings or tattoo's myself; although I'd wanted them, had an adverse reaction in my thought process. The pictures didn't look bad at all to me. I have friends with body piercings and tattoos' and they looked great on them. I suppose I never got mine, knowing that my parents would find such things morally wrong for someone of my heritage. The next picture, showed the man displaying rather ominous nipple rings. I don't think it was the size of the rings, themselves, that caught my attention at first; but it must have been the fact that the mans' nipples appeared to be stretched at least an inch away from his body. I'd seen females with rings this big and nipples stretched out, but never a man. I just seemed, 'out of place' for some reason.
There was on guy in gym class who had his dick pierced and I couldn't help seeing it when everyone showered together. Of course the one or two openly gay guys loved looking at it and tugging on it, but I could never see myself with
one; besides it looked like it must have been an extremely painful experience. The only reason I was thinking about dick piercings was solely due to the fact that Daniel was now holding up a photograph of the man, now with an obscenely large ring running through the end of his cock. I shivered to think, just how painful it must have been for the unsuspecting man.
It seemed strange, when Daniel ordered Jordan to dismount. My cock quickly deflated, coming to rest on my balls. Daniel sent Jordon off to get a pair of my shorts, while he (Daniel) placed a folded towel on my lower chest. The softness of the cotton fabric felt wonderful on my smooth skin.
"There are more pictures to show you, but I think you've seen enough for now. At least you have an idea about what I'm going to be doing to you." Daniel said in a way that seemed rather calming. "I'm not going to bullshit you; these body piercings are really going to hurt. Normally a small needle is run through the skin first, but since you are supposed to be ready and available by our first port of call; I'm just going to have to use the proper size needle for the larger rings. I will, however, give you an injection that will slightly lessen the amount of pain, but not all of it."
Jordan came back in, carrying my pink shorts. Daniel showed him a photo, which I'd yet to see, and told Jordan to get busy cutting my shorts to match the shorts in the picture. I knew only of the hole in the center of the shorts, exposing the mans' cock; but I fully understood Daniel when he told Jordan to make sure the legs were shorter than the photograph, as he emphasized the importance of each leg being of equal length.
I felt the sting of the needle in my arm, and awaited the onslaught of needles poking holes in my body. Daniel did say that it would take several minutes to take hold, as he stepped away from the chair. When he returned he was holding something that looked as if it had come from the dark ages of history. It was made of metal, thick and round. The hole in the center of it was about two inches in diameter, and the whole outside of this thing was covered in what looked like sharp spikes, of varying lengths and thickness.
Daniel held it ever so close to my face, giving me a perfect view of this thing, whatever it was. "Now I bet you don't even have a clue do you, as to what this is. I'm going to put this around your cock and balls, 'boy'. Not only is it extremely heavy, these spikes will keep your legs apart very nicely. You'll be walking funny from now on, that's for sure. And this is only one of the many things in the box, from your owner. It must be nice to have an owner who thinks of everything you need."
In a brazen tone of voice, Daniel called to Jordan to come stand between my legs; which he did without hesitation. "Since 'boy' hasn't popped his nut yet, perhaps you'd best finish him off; besides you left some of your ass slime all over his cock. Once I ring him good and proper, he won't be having an erection for a few days, let alone a desire to spill his 'boy seed'.
As much as I was beginning to hate the word 'boy', I didn't dwell on it to long; as Jordan engulfed my cock completely within the confines of his mouth. It felt great. None of the girls that I'd coaxed into sucking my cock ever felt as good as this or when Alan sucked me off; not to mention that none of them wanted to taste my sperm as much as Alan did. My cock rapidly inflated, yet Jordan was able to keep all of it in his mouth. I'm no doctor, but I do know that my cock is long enough to choke a girl's mouth; so what is Jordan doing with all of it in his mouth. It must've gone down his throat.
With my eyes closed, concentrating on the magnificent feeling traveling from my cock to my brain; I hadn't paid any attention to Daniel. I didn't even feel him touching my body; as every core of my being was consumed with the blowjob I was receiving. I knew that my eyes were beginning to roll, beneath my eyelids; I knew, too, that from the contractions that my sperm cords were having that my blast of man seed wasn't far off.
Even with my head bound to the chair, I vainly tried to move; as my cum was making its' presence known. I began to moan, filling Jordan's mouth with my seed; but my ecstasy lasted but a second or two. Daniel had driven the first of two needles into my body. With my eyes wide open I saw him lean over me, and quickly run my other nipple through with a needle. I found myself screaming those muffled sounds of pain and agony.
Jordan had since withdrawn his head from my cock and was licking my nut sack, as I slowly regained what little control I had left to get air into my lungs, through my nose. "Sorry about that," Daniel said. Was I really supposed to believe he was sorry? "I thought by now that the meds would have taken hold and you wouldn't have felt the pain as much; so I guess I'll just give you another dose of it... well... maybe what I should do is give you a double dose."
When he said that, I wasn't even thinking of the pain. I was beyond the pain now; thinking only about the terror which seems to be looming ahead. But before I got the double dose of pain killer, Daniel produced the two nipple rings; holding them up so that I could see them. "Now, I've got to push the needles out and replace them with your new 'pretty boy' rings." That said, Daniel took the first ring and used it to push the needle completely out of my nipple. He twisted it and slid it around inside the fresh hole for a second or two before he took a weird looking tool and squeezed the two ends together; sliding the joined ends so that they were hidden by my skin, leaving nothing but a perfectly round and smooth ring through my tit. He held up the mirror, allowing me a perfect view of my nipple. I knew something looked different than the nipple rings I'd seen before. Daniel had pierced my skin at the base of the nipple, thus leaving the actual nipple totally intact. I instantly realized that the rope and tit clamp were still attached as well. The remaining nipple was finished off in like fashion, including allowing me to see for myself the matching pairs of steel rings now adorning my chest.
"I guess now would be as good a time to give you that next injection", Daniel said. As he turned to get the needle and pain drug, Daniel, lightning fast yanked the clamps off of my tits. I screamed as the blood began rushing back into them, and quickly found myself passing out.
I couldn't have been out that long, as I felt Daniel once again jabbing needles into each of my ears. It didn't hurt all that much, but I could still feel the dull pain that accompanied each needle stick. Apparently, Jordan had cleaned up the little bit of blood from my nipples and had applied some type of cream which helped to deaden the discomfort. Once Daniel had completed my ears, he made the comment that now I had four perfectly matched rings.
Daniel was bold enough to have asked Jordan which ring he should install next. Jordan was silent for the longest time, as if one would hurt more than the other. It was either going to be my septum or my cock. Jordan never answered, but by his actions; he had answered Daniels' question.
Jordan went right to work sucking my balls into his mouth, one at a time. I will admit, the feeling was worth the world; as his moist mouth worked its magic on my balls. After several minutes, orally manipulating my balls, Jordan moved his mouth down to my rectum. He began licking and slurping away at my hole. Initially my thoughts were of disgust, but as the seconds ticked away they began to turn on me. I tried to feel every little part of his tongue on my skin. It was rather unique knowing that his tongue was making those 'darting' motions directly onto my virgin rosebud. The longer he lavished himself with my ass, allowed my cock to rise once again.
A short while later, Jordan's tongue bath didn't feel as good, or should I say ... didn't feel as sexually exciting. The double dose of drugs must have started their magic.
Daniel approached my face, and placed two small instruments, one in each nostril and pulled them towards the top of my head; letting they lay flat over my eyes. Jordan had stopped his tongue bath and assumed a new position behind me. Once Jordan had picked up the free end of the two instruments, I could vaguely see his face; if I kept my eyes rolled back. Apparently, due to the size of the needle and ring my nostrils had to be held back out of the way. Bound as I was, I still tried to brace myself for the needle and the pain; but to no avail. I could hear the cracking sound that was made as the needle ventured through the hard membrane of my septum. I could feel the blood rushing down, passing over my upper lip. Thankful for the drugs and the expertise of Daniel, the ordeal was over in no time and when I looked into the mirror, all I could do was cry.
"I think we should give the 'boy' a few minutes alone with his thoughts and emotions", Daniel said, this time in what seemed a sincere tone of voice. "He's got two more piercings to go and the medication should last well beyond completion.
Daniel and Jordan simply left the room, leaving me to ponder my situation. In
silence, pleading with myself, and my demons, for my father and mother to walk into this room, right now and rescue me.
to be continued...
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