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Sail Away Chapter Forty Two
Mark began to thrash around on the floor like a roped alligator. His screams and language sent chills down my spine; as I quickly found myself, just like Jordan, sitting on the bed with my knees drawn up and with one arm around my friend Jordan. I think that for the first time in my life, I was actually scared for another human being.
In a stealth like manner, both of the Masters had Jordan tied to two long wooden poles. His hands were spread wide as were his ankles; allowing his butt to stick up in the air. With surgical precision, Master Doc had sliced off the teenagers clothes.
Master quickly fetched a mouth gag, which looked more like one of those black
dildos than anything else, and shoved it unceremoniously into Marks' mouth; all but silencing him, except for the guttural noises he continued to make.
I'm not ashamed to admit it to myself, but now I was becoming alarmed. I had no clue, what in the world Mark had done to deserve such a treatment; but I'm still learning the ways of being a slave, so I'm not supposed to think.
Master used his foot to roll the boy onto his back and by the looks of the situation; it was easy to tell that Mark wasn't doing to well. Master Doc returned from another trip to the wall cabinets, dragging behind himself several lengths of heavy chain and what appeared to be a rather substantially sized hoist.
There seemed to be need for neither of the Masters to speak, as Master Doc quickly and efficiently fixed the hoist to something up in the ceiling. In what
must have been no more than a blink of an eye, Mark was hoisted off the floor by his ankles.
Mark continued to struggle, thus causing his body to twist freely in the chains which were supporting his body weight. Master Doc began swabbing a brownish liquid all over the anal and pubic region of the belligerent teenager, as my Master was pulling something out of one of the cabinets.
It wasn't but a few seconds and Marks' pubic bush was matted down against his
skin from the liquid and I noticed Master passing something to Master Doc. What appeared to be an anal plug had been lubed up quite nicely and was being forced into the boys' chute. Just watching it happen, brought back a mountain of memories; I could feel his pain and anguish as the anal intruder finally came to rest completely buried in Marks' virgin hole.
Before I knew what in the hell was happening, Master Doc was holding a rather
flimsy looking tube in his hand; and from all indications was about to insert the damn thing into Marks' pisshole. I didn't realize at the beginning what He was doing, as the tube slid painlessly into the teenagers' cock; until it too stopped, prevented from going in deeper, resting on some sort of black shiny base. Master came forward and began connecting thin wires to each, the anal plug and the tube in Marks' cock head. Both of the Masters were conversing now, out
of my range of being able to hear; when the butler arrived looking a little disheveled.
Master approached our bed and commanded, rather cruelly, that both Jordan and I follow the butler. I was rather thankful for the chance to leave the cottage for several reasons. First and foremost, I didn't like seeing; let alone being around Master when He was in such a mood. Secondly, the screams from Mark and the profuse amount of anguish he was in, was making me just a tad bit uneasy.
We hadn't gone more than fifty feet from the cottage and although he was gagged, Mark made it known that he was in a great deal of agony. I could only imagine the amount of pain he was in as the electrical currents flowed through the tender parts of his body.
No sooner had we reached the house, and the housekeeper came sauntering into the kitchen; where we'd been told to 'kneel'. She, too, looked as if whatever she'd been doing had been interrupted. I began to wonder if she and the butler were 'getting it on'. She stood in silence, gazing rather intently at our two submissive bodies. I could only imagine what the old troll lady was thinking about; hopefully it wasn't something which she had planned for us.
She came directly forward and began running her hands over both of the bald heads, commenting about the emergence of stubbles on Jordan. Once she'd discovered the stubbles she was hell bent on finding out if there were more of the tiny little things on Jordan.
Jordan knelt there like the obedient slave, which he was. I couldn't see much of what was going on but I just knew that she must've gotten her thrill for the night. Thankfully, she stepped away only making a comment to the butler 'that the slave needs a shave, a good shave that only a female knows how to do'. In a jesting way the butler informed her that it would most likely a cold day in hell before she'd be given permission to shave a slave.
We then followed the butler downstairs; to an area that I'd seen once before. We entered the room where they made the videos and were told that we had to sleep here, at least for one night. Jordan quickly rose to his feet, looking around in awe of the room and the items within. For me, it was a simple jump up into the big poster bed and I quickly slid under the nice sheets and comforter. It didn't take long before Jordan abandoned his solo adventure of scoping out the room.
His warmth against my skin was becoming something that I could always look forward to. The gentleness with which he ran his hands over my nakedness was pleasing to say the very least. Jordan and I talked for quite some time, and the bulk of the chatter was about Mark. Slowly the topics of our conversation began to vary; with each of us talking about the day of work, the workmen and concluding with each of us expounding on our own thoughts about slavery and being owned. It was easy for me, now, to begin to understand where Jordan was coming from ever since the first day I'd met him. I think I too, was able to say what was really on my mind without having to struggle to find the right words. Jordan apparently not only understood what I was saying, but seemed genuinely interested as well, for he not once took his eyes away from mine.
Neither of us gave thought to the fact that none of the main lights in the room had been turned off. It wasn't bright in the room, yet it wasn't as dim as our cottage. I had almost begun to drift off when Jordan kissed me; which seemed to perk my sexual ability.
Another night of passion and love ensued, until we both collapsed into a deep
sleep. As I slept, I couldn't help but to think of how it must feel to place
one's cock into another mans tunnel. I wondered if someday I too might be afforded such an opportunity. I thought about the neglect my own thing was struggling with; and how good it would feel if I could only get a blowjob, the good old fashion way.
Somewhere in my dreams, I began to think about the good time I had with Master. I had come full circle and found that I was becoming more and more in need of, desiring of, wanting more of this man to man contact. However, the contact between me and Master wasn't as 'intimate' as it is with my new friend Jordan. Could things ever change?
Alan, I even dreamed of Alan. I dreamed of the what ifs and so many other things that might have occurred had things (me) been different. I slept like a baby, regardless of the dreams, regardless of the situation.
In the morning Jordan and I were ushered back to our cottage, only to find it
empty; that is empty meaning no Mark. We busied ourselves in the shower, we ate our wonderful, healthy and scrumptious breakfast; as it was served to us without it being all blended together. Both of us, finding that we hadn't been summoned yet, took two damp bath towels and went in search of any dirt and dust; which we quickly wiped away.
During the entire time in the cottage neither of us spoke about Mark, as we didn't want to ruin what was so far turning out to be a bright and cheerful morning. It seemed more and more natural for me to be naked with my body available for Master, as even Jordan mentioned how much less 'inhibited' I appeared. Well, if I was to stop and look back on the last three or so weeks, being here with Master sure as heck out ways the torment of the ship and the school; so that 'might' just be why I'm not concerned about wearing clothes and allowing others to see me naked and smooth. I'm a slave and I'm learning to 'think' like one.
By the time we'd gotten up to the barn, everybody was working in what appeared to be a much more rapid pace than yesterday. We soon learned that our two Masters had offered the workers an 'incentive' if they finished their project ahead of schedule. When I lived at home, the word incentive meant that I'd get some extra cash in my pocket for doing something like cleaning my own room up; but here on the plantation, that same word could, perhaps would, have an entirely different meaning. After all, we are talking about a group of good old fashion country style 'hicks' who've been laboring away for days. I didn't want to waste time thinking about such things, so I joined Jordan for yet another tough, but fun, day working amongst real men.
Just before our noon meal break, a parade of cars drove down the lane and stopped at the pool gate. None of the cars stayed but for a minute and then drove off. Not long afterwards, the butler came up to the barn and retrieved Jordan and me. As we headed toward the house, I could see the puzzled look on Jordans' face; as I'm sure he could see the bewilderment on mine.
We dropped to hands and knees upon entering the house, not knowing what, lay ahead for us. All we could do was kneel there and observe the housekeeper preparing what smelled like a scrumptious meal for the 'free' men.
Long after the meal had been served; the two of us were fed and for the first
time in what seemed a lifetime; we were face deep in our bowls eating what appeared to be chopped up cheeseburgers with FRIES! What a great surprise; but
most assuredly we weren't brought down here just for a meal.
My suspicions proved to be correct, as we were ordered down the stairs and into the 'studio', as the butler called it. Upon entering, there stood the teenagers from town; still nicely (?) dressed in their worldly clothing.
Jordan and I were soon informed as to why we'd been sent downstairs. Master was going to make some sort of video, involving a free 'boy' having his way with a slave. Needless to say, at first, I wasn't overjoyed with having one of these Arkansas hillbillies telling me what to do or having one of them pleasuring himself with my body.
The boys were split into groups and each group got to choose which of the two
slaves they wanted to work with during the filming. Thankfully, most of the boys in the group I was selected to 'work' with were the older ones, except I think for the only kid who looked like he'd be no more than fifteen.
Jordan was first to interact with his group; allowing me to watch as they took great liberties with every orifice he had to offer. If it weren't for the fact that I had known that Master was making a video, I think that I probably wouldn't have felt so shameful; but as it turned out, everything went better than I'd expected.
I knew, or at least I thought I knew that I, just like Jordan, was the 'main attraction' of the video. The boys didn't have me do anything that I'd not already done; and was thankful that it didn't take long before I had successfully drained each of them of their prized baby makers.
I, along with Jordan and the other boys sat around on the floor as Master and
the cameraman quickly scanned the footage which was playing out on a small screen in the far corner of the room. The boys all talked amongst themselves, knowing that slaves weren't allowed to speak without specific permission. None of the boys even seemed interested in us; as not a one of them bothered to say anything about us, let alone look in our direction.
Master proceeded to order Jordan and myself into the shower and get cleaned out. I was thankful for the enema, as I knew that my tunnel was full of teen spunk. At least in the shower, we were out of range of anyone's voice. Jordan kept looking at me, as if to be expressing his approval of the way I had 'performed' for the camera.
By the time we'd gotten dried off and returned to the 'studio', all of the boys were on the bed, engaged in what could only be described as an all out orgy. It looked really nice to see all of the nakedness fighting for attention and sexual gratification. I couldn't keep my eyes off of the scene as two of the boys got their butts filled with blood engorged cocks. Their attempt at trying to make believe, that they were in a discomforting situation even seemed realistic; although I knew that these kids had all been fucked many many times before.
You'd have thought that Mark would have been here, seeing how there were so many cocks to work with; but he was no where to be seen, leaving me with a strong impression that he'd already been whisked away. I guess things like Mark, are things that I just needn't worry myself with. If it's meant that I'm to know, then Master would have told me.
None to soon, however, myself and Jordan were told to return to the kitchen; which we wasted no time in doing. The butler was sitting at the small kitchen
table with the housekeeper; apparently sipping on hot coffee; which was just
another one of those former things in life that I hadn't had is such a long time. We knelt there for a brief time before the butler got up and took hold of Jordans' collar; pulling him towards the sink.
Right there in front of the housekeeper, the butler brought out an old world style shaving mug and straight razor and began to shave Jordan from head to toe. By the sheer speed of the butlers' actions it was plain to understand that this wasn't the first time he'd shaved a slave like this. Jordans' skin radiated a pleasing shade of pink after he'd been wiped down with a steamy towel. The glow radiated from his body, to deep within my own being. If there were words to describe just how wonderfully masculine he looked, I'd use them right now. Even without his hair, to me he was all male, pure and simple.
Somewhere in the mix of all of this, I began to realize that today was Friday. I couldn't even think as to where the time, the days had gone. With so much
happening, time didn't seem important anymore; except only when I wanted to think about it. Funny, I thought to myself, just how much I was changing and how much less that I was resisting the changes. By the time Jordan had returned to kneel next to me, I could detect the scent of the soap used to shave his body; and that did nothing more than to make me want to have some kind of sex with him.
As my thoughts, desires, needs and wants waned, Master Doc came bounding though the back door; all excited to see two kneeling slaves, but more so he seemed intent on displaying a more dominant position as he planted a big juicy kiss on top of Jordans' freshly shaved scalp; making some kind of remark like 'how's my boy doing today'.
Jordan was ordered to follow his Master which left me being the only naked object in the kitchen. I suffered through the minor inconvenience for only a few minutes before Master came and told me to get down to the cottage. There seemed to be a slight smile on Masters' face as he watched me moved from kneeling to crawling out the back door.
I found myself in a sullen mood, as I slowly began the short trek to the cottage. Half way there, something caught my eye; as I suddenly noticed that the barn finally had electrical power. There were lights on, lots of them; shining brightly in the cool dark air of the early nighttime. The other thing I noticed were the shadows of the three vehicles which were used to transport the workers back and forth from town.
I thought perhaps that since they'd been enticed with a bonus plus something extra special that they had all decided to stay late. I continued on, nearly at the door of our cottage when I heard a familiar sound; perhaps I should say noise. Pausing, I tried to intensify my hearing, as the noise continued; some times louder than others. It struck me that the sounds I was hearing were coming from a man; then as before, I came to realize that the noise must be coming from only one person, Mark.
I can tell you now, what I found out days later, about Mark. It seems that a few of the workers had less than stellar home life's, so it seemed only natural for them to have a subdued affection for the same sex; but only in ways which were sadistic rather than sexual. Affording them the opportunity to 'test' out some of their newly constructed areas in the barn; Master allowed them the use of Mark, for such things as the hoists, the elevated stock platforms and many other things which they'd built for the plantation school. I never learned just exactly what it was that they did to Mark, except to be told that sex was not a factor in their use of his body.
It felt safe, once I'd gotten into the cottage and the door closed. Most of the lights were already dimmed, with some had even been turned off. The biggest change I saw was that the wooden cross was gone; which presumably had been taken up to the barn (school).
The eerie silence within the walls of the cottage seemed to unnerve me just a
bit; but seeing as how I'd already gotten clean, there was nothing to do except to move over and on to the bed. Just before climbing onto the bed I noticed that the big screen had been exposed, so I figured that I'd be watching some sort of video or training film.
No sooner had I climbed into bed, I saw an envelope laying flat upon my pillow. I hesitated for a moment not knowing from whence it came. As if I was stealing it; I slowly and gingerly took hold of the envelope. Upon opening it, there seemed to be two pieces of folded paper. I could tell right away that the words on the paper were done with a printer; so that, at first, gave me the impression that the letter contained something more than a personal note. The following is a complete copy of the letter within:
My Dearest Son, I'm sorry for not writing you sooner, but until a few days ago I had no real idea where you were; except that you were with your father.
I don't know where to start, but I want to make sure that you thank your uncle for allowing me to send, and you to receive this letter.
I want you to know that the problems with your father and me have nothing to do with you.
I want to apologize for not understanding you, as you were growing up. I'm sure that had I taken the time to be a better parent; you'd not be where you are today.
I felt disgusted and was upset with the first group of photos that were sent to me by your father; but as the other photos arrived I could begin to see a vivid change in you.
Your new look, sort of reminds me of when you were just a baby and had no hair to speak of. You still look adorable and loveable.
I'm glad to see that you are beginning to understand who and what you are. You appear to have some sort of a connection with the other slave there and that seems to bring a smile to your face. At least your not still with your father in that God forsaken place he calls a school.
For the longest time I wanted to tell you all about your uncle, but was ashamed to do so. But now that you know, I'm sure that the two of you are getting along pretty good by now.
It will take me some time to get used to the type of sex that two men can have, but I'm willing to accept and understand it now; so please allow me some time to adjust to your new world.
I want you to know that your father has graciously agreed to let me keep the house and all of its furnishings. He plans on staying at the school and doing whatever it is that he does so there is no need for him to have this house.
I have also had two or three meetings with my attorney and also with your friend Alan's father. They both have been a great help to me.
There seems to be a couple of areas in the state and federal enslavement laws that just might allow you to come home. I don't know all of the details yet, as they are quite a complicated legal mess. When and if I can work things out with your uncle, who is the current holder of your enslavement papers, I just might be able to get you back to New York.
From what they tell me, it won't be an easy thing to pull off, and there will be some consequences for both you and me, if it is done at all. As I learn more, I'll keep you informed; but you must, you have to do everything your uncle tells you to do if there is to be any hope of getting you back home. I can't emphasize enough how important your behavior will come in to play during this time.
The one thing that I can tell you, that I know so far, is that if you can come back home; you will still technically be a slave until your twenty first birthday. There seems to be nothing I can do about that part of the law. You will be required to have a male 'overseer' who will be more or less your superior; unless it comes down to something important like your health.
So that's about all the news I've got for you at this time. If for some reason you desire to stay with your uncle, just let him or I know and that will save an exorbitant amount of legal fees and slave transfer monies.
Your friend Alan sends his best wishes for you and wants me to tell you how much he misses you.
Love always Mom
I read the letter a half dozen times, trying to determine if mom was trying to tell me something in 'code' or not. All I could make of the letter was that she was remorseful and was now somehow, trying to find a way for me to go home. Slaves can't be choosey so I'd take whatever help she or anyone wanted to
offer.
I tucked the letter back inside the envelope and placed it under my mattress. I lay there thinking about mom and all the good times we had together; wondering where, if at all, she had failed me.
The screen came to life, but I really wasn't interested in watching a video now. The images on the screen instantly caught my attention; seeing as how the video was made at my fathers' school. I slowly began to become mesmerized with all the action. It was as if I was watching myself being trained, formed and re-programmed; but for some reason I must have fallen asleep at some point, as I didn't stir until I felt someone slid in the bed next to me.
I didn't bother with the slight disturbance, until I felt the warm arm and hand encompass my chest. Without looking, I knew just by the feel that it was Jordan. His breath softly filtered into my ear, whispering, "your Master has given me permission for tonight."
Befuddled by what Jordan has just said, my eyes opened just as he was sliding
his body on top of mine. We kissed like never before, and he even did some playful nibbling on my ear and neck. I couldn't begin to think anything negative about my feelings and emotions; as all were basking in a romantic sea of endless fervor.
While the two of us were locked in place, tongue fucking one another's mouth;
Jordan took a hold of my legs and slowly and careful brought them up and bent them back towards my head. I knew what was coming and I wanted it, desired it.
"You could, if you want, go up to the barn and join in the festivities if you
want." Jordan said to me playfully. I didn't need to respond. I pulled his head back to my mouth and continued kissing him as he slowly began to fuck me,
finally at last.
I didn't want it to stop. I couldn't believe that Jordan could feel any different than all of the other cocks I'd had forced up my tunnel. Jordan was truly amazing, to say the very least. His dedication to making me feel good as well didn't go unnoticed. Every forward thrust of his cock, rubbed my hard spot
and that did nothing but make me desire him even more.
Sadly our bonding was soon over, with Jordan now lying prone on my sweat dampened chest. I could feel his thing softening even as it lay next to mine. I had no recollection that I had purged my balls of slave cum, until Jordan lifted himself and began to lap at the sticky substance. His enduring affection continued until he'd cleaned my entire chest and stomach with his tongue.
Jordan was even going to clean my tunnel, until I asked him not to, "Please don't, please, I want to feel you inside me all night long."
We made a couple of simple adjustments and both of us were well on our way to a good nights sleep.
To be continued...
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