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Sail Away Chapter Forty Four
By the time I'd gotten the cart close to the barn, Master gave a tug on my right ball and I immediately made my way down to the main drive and came up to the back gate of the house. Perhaps I should have pulled up a little more; but once the butler had opened the gate, I could see Jordan toiling away performing his pool duties. His entire body was covered in welts and torn skin from his earlier punishment. I felt sorry for him, yet I myself had to feel pain and suffering, so the feelings towards Jordan's misery weren't all that encumbering.
My attention was diverted the second that Master came and patted me on the head and telling me that I'd proven that the cart was indeed a good idea. I guess in some way, his words were a compliment to my desire to please him. As he walked away, I could only hope that we would have some more private time together. The more I think of Master the more I'm beginning to think and understand like a slave. At least my Master seems totally committed to taking care of me, being thoughtful and yet a firm disciplinarian when He needs to be. He may not be what I had ever expected him to be, but now that I'm getting to know Him, I think that He is one hell of a good man.
My father came and faced me, pulling my chin up to meet his gaze. He still had that 'dominant' facial expression that I'd seen so much of while at his school. I didn't let on that I'd changed much from the last time he'd seen me; but I'm sure that if he had the time he probably would have watch some of the videos by now. I really had to do a lot of contemplating over the next few months of my like; that much I did know. I began to wonder if I would really be happy working alongside my own father. I waited for what seemed the longest time, before my father began speaking.
"Well slave, you sure have changed in the week that you've been here. I must admit that I do like the new arrangement of your 'pleasure balls'. Your master tells me that you were punished this morning for a list of transgressions; and I'm hoping that you've learned a most valuable lesson. A slave must learn that sex is a 'forbidden fruit' unless such sex is between a master and his slave. I suppose you have a lot to learn still and I know that you have the proper master to teach you everything you need to learn; in order to please him. I'm looking forward to spending the weekend with your master, so that I can help him to plan ALL his needs for a most excellent school. Your master tells me that you've given him a good donation of slave sperm; which I might add is going to be returning with me. I'm going to see if your selective gene pool will bring forth a new and more willingly slave than those that are currently being sired by my own slave making sperm cells. It will truly be interesting to see which one of us can produce a better slave baby."
Dan said nothing else, as he abruptly ended his conversation. He made his way
into the pool area; only to disappear into the house. I stayed, staring intently at Jordan as he continued to scrub down the sides of the pool. The one or two times that we made eye contact was enough for me to see Jordan's face; still wet with tears and his eyes showing signs of remorse. I had only wished that I could have gone to him; comforting him with an embrace.
The butler showed up, telling me that I could return to the barn; which under
normal circumstances would have been a welcomed relief. However, just knowing that Daniel was here was enough to scare the 'be-Jesus' out of any half witted human slave.
By the time I'd gotten to the barn, one of the workers had seen fit to have a
large pail of cool water available; so that I might quench my thirst. I buried my whole face in the bucket and sucked the water down as if it were the last water on earth. Even as I consumed the water, my piss began to flow beneath my body and I, finally, understood that such things are considered 'normal' for a good slave. I guess that certain things had already started to become
natural for me, as some of the other things would take time for me to accept and embrace with an open mind and heart. I knelt by the cart, after finishing the water; waiting for who knows what to happen. I knew that it wouldn't be long before Daniel would come out and taunt me to no end.
From where I was, I could see the workers bustling all around inside the barn. I could also see the driver of the slave transport going back and forth; alo ng with two other men who I could only assume had been in my father's vehicle. I hadn't yet laid eyes on Daniel, but I was in no real hurry either. Nor did I see or hear Mark, as my thoughts were quickly focusing on him; wondering if he was okay. I shouldn't even think like that, but I guess one slave's feelings towards another slave are a normal thing. I wondered if, in time, Mark would think about how he had treated Jordan and would regret his actions.
It soon became apparent that whatever was going on in the barn didn't seem to be pleasing to some of the workers; as a couple of them made it a point to look at me with sad facial expressions and shake their heads in disbelief.
I knelt there long enough for me to expel more piss between my legs, fortunately none of it got on the horse hair butt plug; as I'm sure that such, would only add to any infractions which I may have to atone for at a later time. I took the time to look at myself in a whole different light. With the different rings on my body, my balls bound to the top of my thing and everything seemed to be pointing in a direction that I'd never known before. I was slowly becoming aware of my sexuality and it wasn't to difficult to start letting go of the past. I can always think of how 'it was', but now that Master has shown me how much better life can be; I'm in no hurry to get back to that 'free man' lifestyle; where everyone seems to have to be greedy and competitive to succeed. A slave's life may be more demanding and treacherous, but there appears to be more pro than con, when I compare the two. Sure, a slave has to take the good with the bad; and in some cases there is more bad than good; but so far I've not had to experience what perhaps a standard slave endures. Time will be the judge of that, which I'm sure of.
The noon meal was brought up by Jordan, of all people. We both ate in silence as was the rule. After eating the scrumptious lunch and washing it down with
another bowl of water, Jordan and I simply kept on kneeling. There was still no indication as to who, when or what was to happen next. I'm guessing that the Masters and my dad are down in the studio watching the boys make yet another fine movie. Who knows, but I could almost guarantee that dad has had at least one of the boys suck his cock and swallow a good sized load of manseed.
As the air began to cool and the sunlight began to be hidden from us; our Masters and my dad appeared, out of no where. Jordan and I were soon commanded to move inside the barn; where the workers were finishing up for the day.
There, big as life stood Daniel; greeting us with an evil smirk. Thankfully both of us were still on our hands and knees, and I'd only caught a glimpse of
Daniel's face.
He, Daniel, clipped leashes onto the two of us and led us over to an area where I could instantly see two spread-eagled legs, and bare feet. There was a mass of man flesh all around the sides of the two legs; and I could only assume that they were the other men from the vehicles plus two Masters and my father. Jordan and I were commanded to kneel, and when we did; we were face to cock with Mark.
Daniel had shaved the boy from head to toe, leaving the faint scent of soap on the newly enslaved boy's body. I could see some red marks on his legs and thighs; which must have occurred yesterday. Mark looked beautiful, now that he
was naked and smooth. He has the cutest nipples I'd even seen. His cock wasn't the biggest I'd seen but for one so young, it was rather impressive.
Daniel had seen fit to put a mouth gag in Mark, so I'm guessing that Mark still has, or had some insubordination in him. Mark's eyes were quite puffy so I'm thinking that he'd cried out all of his tears.
What came next was the shock of the century for me. My father stepped even closer to the boy and began speaking, directly and firmed with conviction. "We have been speaking with your father AND mother about you. It seems that you've not only been a disrespectful male here but also at home. Your parents tell us that over the last year or so that you've been forcing yourself on your younger brother. Your mother tells me that she had to take him, once, to the clinic so that the doctor could inspect his rectum. It seems, from speaking to her, that you have forced your brother to take your slave cock up his ass. I hear from your father that you have been forcing your brother to suck your dick two or three times a day as well. I guess you think it was nothing more than sheer fun to watch him swallow your teenage seed. However, things are changing for you now, as you can see. But, what has been decided is that you will NOT be coming with me to our school. You will be staying right here and become this new schools first 'student'. I'm sure you'll appreciate how this school will teach you on the proper etiquette of being a good slave. Then, once the school feels that you've accepted your new life, you will be turned over to your new owner. I'm sure that he'll take good care of you and see to all of your needs, including your sexual outlets. Oh, I almost forgot to mention who your new owners will be."
Now I'm not stupid; as I just caught what my father had said to Mark. He used
the word 'owners'. This was going to be different, not to mention interesting.
"You see, slave, the school could sell you for a most lucrative profit; BUT what has been decided is as follows. Your parents are going to pay the school
to teach you everything there is about being a proper slave. Once you've been taught, you will be returned to your own family and you will become their slave and no longer will you be their son. And before you begin to think how your folks can afford to pay the school; let me just say that your father AND your brother are going to be working around here every weekend until such time as the debt has been paid. At least that way they just might be able to watch for themselves any and all progress you are making. I'm sure that once you are returned to them, that they will have ample duties for you to perform, which I'm sure will be to service your brother, or shall I say 'former brother'. Turn about is fair play, and I'm sure you will suck his cock better than he sucked yours, not to mention him using your fuck hole as a depository for his seed and piss."
The look on Mark's face was beyond description. I couldn't tell if it was one of disbelief or of relief; from not being sent away to a different slave school. The one thing I did know, however, was that his life was about to change
forever.
I learned later on, that evening, that one of the men who came with my father; was going to remain here on the plantation and assume the role of 'Headmaster' and his name was Shaun. He wasn't as big as Daniel, but he had the muscles to back up any disobedient slave he'd come across. I'm only guessing that he must have worked at dad's school, but I'd never seen him before.
My father then began speaking to Mark once more, "Your parents want us to castrate you, but I've persuaded them to hold off for a while; until we can properly evaluate your learning curve and sexual appetite. They also want you to be properly ringed, not to mention circumcised like a proper slave. Don't ever forget that your parents have temporarily given up their claim on you and that we won't hesitate to cut your nuts off and remove your vocal cords if you
persist on giving us any more of your juvenile behavior. By this time tomorrow, you'll have taken countless 'free man' cock up your ass and you'll have sucked many a dick, so I won't belabor your training until after Master Doc and Shaun here have gotten you all prepared."
Dad stepped back and Shaun quickly took hold of Mark and led him over to the examination table to begin his initial transformation from free man to slave. I couldn't see Jordan's face; but had I, I'm sure that he must have had a slight smile.
With that part of the evening out of the way, and under way; I began to wonder what was coming next. The one thing, the last thing, I heard my dad say to Master and Master Doc was something about Mark's father catching his son, Mark, fucking one of the farm animals; and how much my dad was wondering if the boy would like to be fucked by some animal one day. It wouldn't surprise me any, if they forced Mark to become a 'bitch' for some animal. The muffled screams and moans began rapidly as Mark was being lashed down on the steel table; which once again brought back the fresh memories of my own initial processing. Master Doc and Daniel soon joined Shaun and I just knew that the 'fun' was just about to begin. This was going to be one newly enslaved boy that wouldn't benefit from the care and affection which Jordan had bestowed upon me and who knows how many others.
My father began speaking to Master, outlining some of what his normal procedures are with new slaves; most of which I'd been subjected to. Dad reassured Master that Shaun was quite capable of teaching slaves and that Shaun would gladly follow any directives given to him by either of the two Masters.
Dad began to laugh, louder and louder, the more Mark tried to scream. Apparently Master Doc and Daniel weren't generous, when it came time to inject Mark with a painkiller, prior to removing the slave's foreskin.
I could see dad taking hold of Jordan's leash and moving towards one of the vacant stalls; followed by the two remaining men. I felt sure that the three men were going to avail themselves of Jordan's body. My heart sank to my knees, as I could do nothing more than to envision Jordan's fate under the direction of my father.
Master gently took my leash and led me to one of the remaining stalls, which thankfully was at the far end of the row of stalls; allowing me no chance of seeing or hearing Jordan or Mark.
My leash was removed, as was my butt plug. Master sat on the straw covered floor and looked me right in the eyes; as his mouth came closer and closer to my lips. Master kissed me like he'd never kissed me before; sending wave after wave of pent up emotions through my entire body. One of his hands reached beneath me and took hold of my balls and cock. The gentleness of his touch told me that I wasn't, yet, to receive any harsh treatment. Slowly his hand moved from my balls up to my nipple rings, all the while our lips and tongues were rapidly exchanging aggressive behavior.
My testicles ached for freedom as my thing strained for relief. With all of them fixed to one another, it was extremely painful for me; as my balls wanted to retract and my thing wanted to grow even more. Once or twice, my brain was allowing me to actually feel the flow of blood through the shaft, not to mention you could probably take my pulse just by placing your finger on top of my thing.
I had been so consumed by Master's attention, that I didn't hear anything or anyone. It was just the two of us, like I'd earlier hoped for. Master knelt in front of me and I properly removed his shirt, and when Master stood in front of me, I remembered to use my mouth to remove his shorts and skivvies.
Master's cock hadn't totally erected, until I had it well into my mouth; passed my tongue piecing. Once erect it wormed down my throat and for some reason it was very easy for me to breathe through my nose, this time. Master held the back of my head and gently rocked back and forth; himself, consumed in the fervor of the moment.
Master's gentle hands now pushed my mouth from his cock and He helped get me into the proper position allowing Him to fuck me. It was awesome. My legs, this time, were over His shoulders and His eyes fixed firmly upon mine. The feeling was beyond belief, as He lowered Himself into me. With extreme passion Master began to fuck me. I couldn't even compare Master's fucking with any other. With each thrust, I could only think that I didn't want it to stop; not now, not ever.
The orgasm, that eventually happened; was followed by Master inserting two fingers up my tunnel and extracting His seed along with some ass slime. Master offered his two fingers to me and I didn't hesitate this time. I needed Him; I needed everything He had to offer me. I wanted nothing more than to please my Master. I licked and sucked every speck of Himself from His fingers.
Soon, I found myself on hands and knees; with Master slowly working three of His fingers inside of me. Over and over again Master removed the fingers and with each probe He twisted slowly and compassionately. The forth finger, as before, gave me a bit of a challenge but it wasn't near as uncomfortable as the first time Master had done it.
Master was scrapping against my 'hard spot' with every forward motion; but He
was careful not to prolong the massage. It wasn't long before my tunnel entrance was being spread to its fullest; and I knew that the two of us would be bonded at any moment. In a single, deliberate and slow push, Master's whole hand was inside of me and I surprised even myself by not making a sound any louder than a moan.
"Let's see just how much of me you are capable and willing to accept tonight", Master said in a low voice.
Slowly Master began to twist His hand at the same precise moment He began adding pressure to my body. I never will know how much of Master's forearm entered me, but it was the most exciting and exhilarating experience of my life. Master even allowed me, His slave, to push back on his hand and arm when I felt that I could take more of Him. I was becoming rapidly in love with my Master, and I had no verbal way to express those feeling to Him. We stayed 'bonded' to one another for a long time and I felt nothing but emptiness once Master had removed Himself. I was even out of breath and dry mouthed from the experience.
It wasn't until I'd regained a significant amount of composure that I noticed
the lights and cameras; which apparently had captured our intimate love making. Off to the sides of the equipment I could make out the faces of the boys from the studio; who apparently had come up to watch and/or to see the 'new' barn. They all had smiles on their faces as they stood in silence.
Master stood up and once again offered his cock to me and I, being a good slave, took it readily. In a matter of seconds Master filled my mouth with his hot golden nectar; which I'm pleased to say, I didn't waste a single drop. Master's piss seemed to be sweet tasting this time and I wouldn't have minded another mouth full, had He had more to offer.
"Now then slave," Master began, "I think since you've been a good slave for most of the day I'm going to reward you and allow you to pleasure these fine young men. I know that you understand that you must treat them not as equals but as free men. They have permission to fuck you should they so desire, so be sure that you show them all of the respect that they deserve."
The boys worked their way around the lights and cameras and slowly approached
me; talking amongst themselves as to who was going to go first and who was going to do what.
I soon had a cock in my mouth and one up my tunnel. They weren't as gentle as
Master but the flood of passion was still kept burning in my balls. The sperm tasted different and I attributed it to the age of the male. Even the sperm
which they took from my tunnel tasted different. Their piss was salty and bitter; the complete opposite of Master's urine.
The only difference came about when all of them took turns kissing me. I didn't feel the compassion from them nor did I feel the desire to return their 'affection'. I guess I was beginning to really appreciate my Master more and more with each passing minute.
What I hadn't counted on was when the boys began to actually sit on my face, expecting me to rim their tunnel entrances. At least they knew better than to
smother my face completely with their cheeks. As I tongued each hole, they continued to 'play' with my balls and thing; which kept me at a high degree of
sexual awareness. Several times they even raised my legs and played with my leaking tunnel, which seemed strange at first. One of the boys had actually gotten four fingers inside of me, before he withdrew them and wiped them off on my leg.
Finally, I heard Master telling one of them that their time with 'the slave' was nearing an end and since I'd been an obedient slave he could 'try' to bring me to a climax. Within seconds, two fingers were in me, searching for my 'hard spot', while I was still tending to the needs of the boy sitting on my face.
As the fingers searched, they continued to move in and out; which only heightened my need for release. It wasn't much longer and I was softly and continuously moaning at the same time erupting with string after string of sperm.
All to soon, the boys left me laying there in the now damp straw. I looked up
and could see the smiling and quite content on all of their faces. Recalling my training I got up quickly onto my hands and knees and proceeded to kiss the five pair of feet which stood before me; and thanked each one of them for allowing me to serve them. To my surprise each of them in turn bent over and kissed the top of my head, in a rather appreciative manner.
Master told them that they needn't put their shorts back on, as there 'just might be more for them to experience'. I could only think of Mark, and what he'd been through already. The boys giggled for a moment before moving out of my stall and gathered around the camera man.
Master returned to me, squatting down in front of me and asking, "Did you enjoy the boys?" I knew that Master was expecting a verbal response. "Master, yes Master. Thank You Master." Was my proper and true response.
Master patted my head and kissed me on the lips, before exiting the stall; as
the free boys fell in line and followed Master to another area of the barn.
I could only assume that they were heading towards Mark, yet I still wasn't to alarmed with what Mark was going through. I was more concerned with Jordan; as he was alone with my dad and two other men. I could only hope that he wasn't being tortured to a point where he would become a different person all together.
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