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Sail Away Chapter 45
Master came forth and re-attached my leash; leading me out of the confines of
the stall. It was immediately evident that my father was enjoying himself with two of the boys. One was sucking his dick, while the other had spread dad's butt cheeks and was lapping at his pucker hole. I momentarily observed my dad slowly moving his head back and forth; almost in sync with the teen who was copulating with his cock. It was almost hilarious watching the two males in motion, one with the other, as one.
I was quietly led down the row of stalls until we can to the end one, in which Jordan had been taken by my father. There was Jordan, balled up in a corner like a frightened kitten. Using the free end of my leash, Master tied it to one of the rings on Jordan's collar; and all I could do for now was to look at him with a high degree of sympathy. He wasn't crying, nor had he been crying; but I just knew something had gone terribly wrong. I couldn't see any outward signs of physical abuse, but then I'm no expert either.
Finally Jordan moved up onto his knees and dropped his head in the straw; exposing his butt to me. Jordan then used his hands to spread his own cheeks and
then I saw what had caused Jordan to become despondent. My father had brutally fisted Jordan to the point where I could actually see the inner lining of his intestine.
Not only was my father responsible for the physical appearance, but I knew from school that not only was a slave to be spared a fucking until his master was available to perform such an act; but a true fisting experience is also to be a savored and honored tradition among most masters. My dad had no thought of becoming Jordan's master, yet he took advantage of the situation. Surely dad had plenty of what he calls 'boy pussy' at his school and in the town; that he didn't have any need to be fisting my friend. The rage within my heart began to multiply and it took every ounce of restraint and believing in my own Master, that I didn't sound off or seek my father out for revenge.
Three of the boys came sauntering into the stall and could easily detect the raw emotions that Jordan and I were experiencing. They quickly sat down in the straw, with us, and began to use their own hands to sooth our contemptuous emotions from our souls. The boys seemed to sense that we were more than just
pissed off and they continued to fain away any and all ill feelings until the two of us started to relax. Since neither of us could speak, I simply placed my hands on two legs of the boys and caught their attention; mouthing the words 'thank you'. The three boys knew that we appreciated their attentiveness and soon the three boys were exchanging kisses and genital fondling with us. It seemed quite proper, now, that I at least try to relax and offer a helping hand. Touching a mans genitals without being command to do so, was a big step for me; and it was one that I'll always remember. It was a lot different than touching another slave's thing and balls, as a free man has a forest of pubic hair, indicating his status in the world. It was just another 'experience' or lesson that I'd come to accept and one that would be with me for years to come. It wasn't long, and I uncontrollably lowered my mouth onto one of the boys' dicks and began a rather slow and deep sucking. It seemed only proper and since I hadn't been instructed otherwise, I knew that what I was doing was a normal slave reaction on a naked cock. It must have been fifteen or twenty minutes before the boy dropped his seed into my mouth; but since I'm sure he'd had multiple orgasms over the last few hours; he should be proud of himself.
I knew that Master had not given them permission to enter my tunnel again, so
the best that they could do was to tempt my tunnel entrance with their fingers, which seemed to aggravate my thing and ball situation. I almost pushed their hands away, but knew that a free man can do with a slave, that which pleases him.
Master and my father were speaking, away from inquiring minds; but their conversation kept getting louder and louder, with the tone of their voices turning to anger. It wasn't but a few minutes and it was an all out shouting match between the two. Now it was easy to hear every word. Dad was attempting to tell Master what he thought Master still needed, and how his school was so much
better than Master's. Now any fool knows that it takes time and big money to get a school up and running, and Master couldn't get a single word in edge way about his plans to expand and add to the school. I knew the shit was going to hit the fan when I saw dad poke a finger onto Masters' chest; but Master maintained himself and seemed not to lower himself to the demeaning butt hole that dad was making of himself. I was so proud of my Master the way he seemed to let the distasteful words roll off his back.
The feud went on for several more minutes, as by now every boy and slave in the barn was able to hear the exchange of words. It seems as though I learned more about how my father thinks, than I ever did when living at home. I guess he's the type of guy that has to have everything his way; and those around him have to do everything the way which pleases him; even if dad doesn't own the business or the people. I could begin to feel the tension in the air; as everyone had shocked expressions on their face. If I had been able, been permitted, I would have gone to my Master's side.
It was becoming clearer to me, just how my father had respected my mom. I'm glad that she left him. I'm glad that she is fighting for everything that she wants, AND deserves. I'm guessing, now, that the workers and the towns people in Guatemala fear reprisals from my father for any outward signs of disobedience towards him.
Fortunately, my Master wasn't that dedicated towards dad; and He stood up to him. From the conversation, I ascertained that this wasn't the first time that the two men had come to such an impasse. My father even tried to belittle my Master by bringing His past into the conversation; but that too, had little or no effect on Master.
Dad apparently had had enough and ordered his team of people to leave the premises. Daniel, the slave transport driver and the other man all made a hasty exit from the barn. Dad yelled at Shaun, who was still standing shoulder to shoulder with Master Doc; to 'get his ass back into the SUV'. "No Sir, I'm sorry but I've decided to stay here at the plantation; if these two gentlemen will have me. I can no longer work for someone the likes of you."
Dad was outraged and began to take steps towards Shaun; when he and the rest of us saw Shaun ball up his hands into fists.
Master Doc calmly and rather politely told Shaun that he could indeed stay on as an employee of the plantation. Hearing Master Doc, accept Shaun was all my father didn't need to hear. Dad wheeled around and stormed out of the barn yelling a dictionary full of obscenities to the entire group.
Instantly, in order to diffuse any raw emotions, Master Doc told the young boys to head back to the house and get a snack from the housekeeper. That left the three men and the three of us slaves alone in the barn.
Jordan and I moved slowly towards one another; finding some comfort once we were side by side. Master Doc had sprung to my Master and was holding him in a rather tight embrace. Shaun was left standing there, but he seemed relieved that the situation had come and gone.
I had a lot that I wanted to say but knew that I couldn't. I also had a tremendous amount of feelings which had surfaced during the verbal battle; but I repressed them for the time being. The one thing that I didn't notice were the
tiny rivulets of tears trickling down my face.
I took the chance, forbidden as it may have been, to look over at where Mark had been taken. All I could see were the bottoms of his two feet and the backs of his legs and they rested in the stirrups.
There seemed to be so much going on in my life over this last month, and I wondered if I would ever be able to figure it all out. What I had failed to recognize was the sheer absence of my dad's attention while he was here visiting. He wasted no time in toying with the boys, yelling at my Master and alienating himself, but he hadn't shown any real interest in me, his son.
Even with the younger boys gone, the two Masters seemed distant to the rest of the small group. They continued to talk softly to one an other, as Jordan and I remained kneeling and Shaun had gone back stand next to Mark.
I'm guessing that the two men wanted nothing to do with us slaves, or any slave, right this moment. I believe that Master Doc was reassuring my Master that what he had accomplished in such a short time was nothing less than remarkable. I noticed that both men were now holding hands as they slowly worked thei r way to the open barn doors.
On the other hand, I'm thankful that Master Doc interceded, on our behalf. If
Master had stayed upset and angry, he could have easily taken out his frustrations on any one of us three slaves or all of us had he so chosen.
My brain began to whir and all I could think about now was how bad my dad must feel about right now. I'd never seen or heard him ever get that way, so I'm
thinking it was a one and done sort of moment for him. I couldn't believe that the dad I knew could also have another life as a mean and self-centered bastard. Did I want to ever work along side of him, in the slave trade business? Did I want to really work at all, now that I was having satisfying sex, with nice people? Dad has enough money to buy whatever he wants. Mom has enough money to do as she pleases and my Master has enough money and resources to keep himself happy for life. What do I have? Fuck, I don't even own clothes, let alone have a dollar to my name! I have a roof over my head, food to eat and get to have sex; nothing more, nothing less. I need to make something of myself and get a life; but how on earth can I now do such things?
The thoughts kept rushing into my thought process at such a high rate of speed that I was becoming overwhelmed. I began to block out the sights and sounds in the barn, including the sense of smell and went quickly into my 'private space'.
Floating in fond memories, I found solace. I could think of nothing except my
friends, my car and my closet full of the finest clothes money can buy. The days and nights of laughter and total freedom were some of my better moments. I re-visited my most recent birthday party, finding comfort in knowing that I had such good friends; all of whom are from 'well to do' families. The sights and sounds of mom rushing effortlessly through the house, being a devout wife and mother. I couldn't help but to recall all of the great times I'd had while on the swim team. The team practiced, and competed as a unit, a family of sorts.
I realized that just having sex, to have sex; wasn't all that great. Sure I got to be one of the 'cool kids' at school because of sex but now I can tell that there is a big difference in casual sex versus intimate sex; which by my standards is so, so much nicer. I thought of the many times that I'd been forced into sex acts with men, and that wasn't sex. I'm thinking about the sex with Jordan, and Master; which is the real deal. I suppose being away from family permits one to explore and experience the real world. I'm even considering the blowjob that Alan gave me to be more than casual sex; well, at least he told me that he really does care a lot about me.
The two Masters came back to Jordan and me and hooked our collars with their fingers and led us over to Mark and Shaun. Both of us were then permitted to stand; one of us on either side of the table.
Up close, Mark looked even better than before. Shaun had given the boy a good
rub down with some sweet smelling oil, which made Mark's skin glisten and look even smoother. Mark's earlier yelling and screaming had come from him getting his foreskin removed; which now left nothing more than an ugly looking ring of raw flesh encircling his cock. It was plain to see that some sort of clear substance had been spread all over the end of Mark's cock; thus helping to promote healing and ward off infection. Master Doc busied himself by searching through one of the cabinets, only to return and lay a cloth covered tray on Mark's chest.
Master reached underneath the table and produced the glass tube that I'd earlier deposited my sperm in; which thankfully never left with my father.
Mark look horrified as Master commanded him to open his mouth; holding the tube close to Mark's lips. "Open!", shouted Master. "There is no sense in allowing this seed to go to waste, and you'll be getting plenty more from a lot more cocks in the days to come." Master placed his other hand over Mark's forehead and squeezed rather hard, which caused Mark to open his mouth. I watched, with a small degree of happiness, as my cold sperm slide from the tube and into Mark's mouth. I could easily see Mark's Adams apple move up and down so I knew that he'd swallowed it. What was funny, kind of, was when Master pushed the tube into Mark's mouth and allowed it to stay there telling Mark, "we'll just let the last bit of sperm drain out and besides; I'm sure that you will appreciate the smell."
Shaun stepped in and fastened a large leather strap across Mark's forehead; as Master Doc began unwrapping the tray. Once I saw the contents, I knew that Mark was going to be in for some rather painful body piercings. Shaun, nicely, put a small butt plug in Mark's mouth after he'd removed the empty tube. I could see Mark struggling to get his breathing under control as he tried to acclimate his mouth to the latex intruder.
I could see everything from where I stood. I knew, just by the size of the rings, that Mark was going to look exactly like myself and Jordan. It sure seemed odd, to be watching another body get decorated. The ear rings didn't bother me, nor did they seem to bother Mark; but when Master Doc began spreading out Mark's nose, I knew that the pain would be intense. Mark's eyes looked like he'd just seen the devil; and perhaps he did. The crunch of the cartilage was an instant reminder of how mine sounded, when the hole was punched through. Shaun was a great help to Master Doc, as he was dabbing up the blood from Mark's nose. The only difference between my first piercing and Mark's is that Mark wasn't getting any bead on his rings. Master Doc and Shaun were using that heat gun and some chemical to weld the two ends together. I'm guessing that either Master or Mark's father wanted them to remain quite large and had no immediate plans to reduce them in size.
Mark faired much better, but still in pain as his nipples were ringed and sealed. Mark received his anal piecing before he suffered through getting his Prince Albert. The only difference between Mark and me was that he didn't get the rings in his scrotal sac. That should have been an instant indicator that his father was still considering having his son's nuts removed. When all of the piercings were in, Master Doc had Shaun remove the mouth gag. Saliva began to roll from Mark's mouth much like that of a rabid dog.
"I've had enough yelling and screaming for one day," Master said in a most sullen voice. "I'm going back to the house for awhile. Perhaps I'll feel better
after I've had a short nap." I couldn't help but to feel sorry for Him. Having my father yell at him that way was way beyond any chance for the two of them to reconcile their differences. Master turned and walked slowly out of the barn and back towards the house.
"Well then," Master Doc said, as he looked at Shaun. "I think I need to be getting back to the boys downstairs, as we all know how teenagers can be when left unsupervised. Why don't you let this slave (pointing to me) bath the other slave and then he can display for you, his ability to perform a good enema on the newest of the slaves."
"Very well Sir," came a military type reply from Shaun.
After Master Doc had removed himself from the barn, Jordan crawled towards the tub, with me crawling behind him. His tunnel was still red and swollen from the tortuous fisting my father had inflicted upon him. Just by the sound of footsteps I could tell that Shaun was directly behind the two of us; either watching our movements or else he had some other sinister plan in mind.
The shower room in the barn wasn't as nice as the one in the cottage. This one was nothing more than a gigantic fiberglass enclosure, with six or eight hooks in the ceiling, at least a dozen hooks in the walls and the floor was a smooth, glazed, concrete.
I took my time washing Jordan, and was hoping that he could feel my sadness for him; just by the way I was tending to his body. I only used my bare hands to wash his abused tunnel entrance, as the sponge or even the brush would have caused Jordan a great deal of anguish. I was petrified, in some ways, when it came time for me to put some grease in his tunnel, let alone having to put a butt plug back in.
Jordan must have sensed my reluctance and reached behind himself and placed his hand over mine; thus forcing the plug into himself which only caused him to yelp and scream. Shaun didn't say a single word to either of us the entire time. He either was pleased with my diligence or he just wanted to watch two slaves in the shower.
Jordan, crawled from the shower, still dripping wet and Shaun told him to return to the stall in which he 'entertained' my father.
I was ordered to remain in the shower and await Mark. A few minutes later Shaun appeared, with Mark crawling behind him attached to a heavy chain leash.
I got Mark into position, near the drain, and flashbacks of my first enema came to mind. I didn't want Mark to have to endure the discomfort as I had; but I knew that I had a job to do.
I was about to insert the nozzle up Mark's tunnel, when Shaun grabbed it from my hand and in less than two seconds had it shoved up the kids ass. Shaun yelped and pleaded but to no avail.
I made sure the water temperature was tepid before I opened the valve to permit the water to flow. I'm guessing that Shaun had no idea that the water wasn't going in fast. I only had to listen for signs of discomfort from Shaun before I shut the water off.
Four times, Mark got filled up before he 'ran clean'. I was glad that this part of Mark's processing was over with. I only had a need to get over and be with Jordan, and Mark wasn't in any of my plans.
Mark was led out of the shower area and over to the same stall as Jordan was in. Just that simple little thing began to upset me; but Shaun quickly returned to me and ordered me to get clean, both inside and out. Thankfully he left me alone, as he had 'other more important things to do.'
Once clean, I started to crawl out of the shower cubicle and was greeted by Shaun; who was now beaming with joy for some unknown reason. He clipped my leash on and took me over to Jordan's stall. A swift boot to my butt sent me toppling over into the stall. I reeled around to see Shaun walking away.
One quick look and I already didn't like what I was seeing. Mark's chain leash was fastened to a huge ring in the wall; and he was resting his head on Jordan's chest. Jordan was rubbing the boys bare chest in a way which seemed, to me, to be a bit more than a friendly manner. Mark had his own legs bent at the knees and wide so that his fresh anal piercing wouldn't be disturbed. I guess, briefly, that I might have been a tad jealous of the situation but I had enough on my mind that I quickly dismissed Jordan's display of companionship towards Mark.
After picking myself up from the floor, I crawled over to an opposing wall and stretched out on the straw. I could see Jordan and Mark looking at me as if I didn't want to be bothered. How soon I dozed off; it was great and both my body and mind needed the rest. I was trying to dream of ways to exact some sort of revenge, punishment, or retribution against my own father. I came up with a ton of ideas, all of which were nearly impossible to pull off, not to mention impractical. The one or two ideas that I felt secure with needed to be told. I had to find a way to tell Master what I had been thinking and dreaming about. Would there ever come a time that Master would allow me to speak 'freely'?
The rustling and clanking of Mark's chain woke me up, with the next thing being Shaun ordering me up off the floor. I crawled over to Mark, where I was told to grasp his two ankles and pull them back towards his head; which I quickly did. I surprised even myself that I was even responding to Shaun with a "Sir, Yes Sir". Shaun stepped out, only to return with the small butt plug all
slimed down with anal grease. I beamed with delight, but I'm sure that no one saw my display of pleasure. Mark went ballistic when the plug was shoved forcefully up his tunnel. Because I had a firm grip on his ankles and my crotch was directly over his head; he could move much, if any. The first step in learning to accept your new life as a slave is that you don't own your body anymore and that a free man can do most anything to you that he or she wants. In Mark's case, it was accepting his naked hairless form, body decorations, no intimate time alone in the shower and to always have something up his slave ass. Ah, do I remember those first few days of my new life, or what? The view of the black plugs base along with the steel anal ring looked amazing; but Mark's farmers tan didn't do much more to accentuate his new body. In the days ahead he would begin to tan quite nicely. I remember when I lay on the table aboard ship and saw my own boardshort tan line. Now, I'm getting a rich deep tan from stem to stern. Mark will adjust quite nicely, I think.
The three of us were then told that we had to get down to the main house; as there was some sort of surprise waiting for us. With Mark's chain in Shaun's hand, and Jordan's and my leash dragging along between our legs we were off to the house. Since we were behind Shaun and Mark, it was an enjoyable crawl. We got to watch Mark struggle to crawl with his legs spread out wide, trying to avoid the anal ring.
The closer we got to the house, the more we heard sounds of joyful playing and laughter. There was a faint column of smoke rising above the hedges and bushes and I quickly figured out that someone was having a barbeque.
The butler greeted our group at the gate; he too was smiling and in the most cheerful mood he'd been in since we arrived. As we entered, the five boys stopped playing in the pool and came to greet us with big hugs and a few kisses.
Master and Master Doc strolled over and told us that we needn't crawl; that is except for Mark.
I couldn't figure out what in the hell was going on; but whatever the fuck it
was, I wasn't going to complain. Jordan didn't seem to be as nearly excited as I was; and I didn't understand why not.
Master grabbed hold of Jordan's and my leash and pulled us off to the side, with Master Doc bringing up the rear. "Your Masters have decided to institute a new rule. If all and I mean ALL, the slaves have been good during the week; we shall have a cookout during nice weather each and every Saturday. Any slave that is either new, or who hasn't worked to his or her ability will forgo the cookout. However, slaves will not be allowed to speak; unless they are required to speak. Have I made myself clear?"
"Master, Yes Master," Jordan and I replied simultaneously.
"Well, go play if you wish and you have permission to use the pool as well," stated Master Doc. Jordan and I didn't need any coaxing. We ran off and did cannonballs into the pool. Mark was led over to one of the pool loungers and his chain was attached.
It didn't take but a minute and the five boys joined us in the pool and I was
surprised by their attentiveness to my body. They commented to us how nice we looked and how much fun we all were going to have at the cookout. I was dumbfounded by the terminology they used when referring to 'fun'. I didn't know which of the boys found it rather amusing to start twisting my own butt plug,
but it didn't bother me. I just knew that these boys were just like I was when I was their age. At fifteen and sixteen all I could think about was sex and more sex and always jerking myself off.
Both of the Masters quickly shed their own clothes and slid into the warm pool water. Most of the boys gravitated to them, and left Jordan and I to find our own enjoyment. I wanted to speak with him but knew that doing so would only result in something far worse than being taken out of the pool. I glanced at Jordan, but didn't make any attempt at approaching him. I started to do the 'dog paddle' in the pool; putting distance between the two of us, plus the exercise might help me to relax a bit more.
I was over half way to the other end of the pool when the kitchen door opened
and the housekeeper came out; pushing a large metal serving cart. The butler
quickly went and assisted her. I watched intently, at the two of them and was beginning to think something other than just two employees of our Masters.
They quickly went about setting pitchers of tea and a tray of cold sodas on to one of the several tables. I glanced over to Mark, who seemed to still be in a great deal of discomfort. Once I'd gotten to the other end of the pool, I
climbed out and walked right passed the housekeeper and over to Mark.
As I sat on the lounger, Marks eyes followed my every move. I slowly began to
run my hand up and down his back, in a way which should have reassured Mark that he would be okay, with time. Mark shivered when my hand went down to his butt crack, and I knew that he wasn't accustomed to having a slave pay him such attention. I tapped his butt plug once or twice, not to mention I flicked my fingers on each of his dangling pieced of body jewelry.
I couldn't help but to think that his own father might have him castrated. How demoralizing is that? What red blooded kid wants to go through life without the ability to have a good spurt of baby makers. I suppose time will tell what his fate will be; but I'm hoping that he gets to keep his balls; even though I don't like him all that much yet.
I wanted to attempt to let Mark know that I wasn't just a slave. I wanted him to know that I cared about him, even if it was only in small ways. I slid myself off the lounger and knelt directly in front of Mark, allowing our eyes to lock onto each others. Little did he or anyone else know that he (Mark) would be part of my plan to raise havoc upon my own father; if I could find the ways and means to exact the plan.
To seal the deal, I leaned forward and gave Mark a soft gentle kiss on his lips and to my astonishment he began to flick his tongue at my lips. I think perhaps he'd had enough pain and humiliation for one day and was simply grateful that someone was paying a bit of attention to him. I didn't want everyone to see his actions so I quickly leaned away from him; only to discover that his eyes had those sad 'puppy dog' looks. I rubbed the top of his naked head and made my way back to the pool.
Shaun had chosen to sit alone and simply observe the activities and I for one
wasn't going to go upset him by going over and sitting beside him. He would fit into soon enough, after the Masters had gotten a better chance to work alongside him when there wasn't so much commotion going on, as had been the case a couple of hours ago. The one thing that struck me odd was how or where Shaun was going to get his things from dad's school. I'm guessing that he'd just have to purchase everything new in town. Not that I'm weird or anything; but Shaun is rather handsome for a man. He doesn't have much fat on his body, if any at all. My eyes made contact with his as I passed in front of him. He smiled a pleasant smile, but I knew deep down that he was still quite upset over the earlier fiasco. He had a good sized bulge behind his shorts as well, or have I already mentioned that.
The two employees were standing at the grill, putting on hot dogs, hamburgers
and chicken. The sight of such food activated my hunger pains and I was anxious to try some of the food. The housekeeper went about setting the two remaining tables with pretty checkered cloths, glasses, silverware and even cloth napkins. This was truly going to be a day to remember.
I used the steps this time, to enter the pool and noticed that Jordan was still watching every move I'd been making. I almost swam over to him but I opted to stay separated from the entire mass of man flesh. The water felt refreshing, and it felt extraordinarily good on my knees; which had become rather callous and dry from all of the crawling. I lowered myself deeper into the water, to where only my head was above water. I closed my eyes so that I could feel my own body reacting to the water and how my piercings seemed to want to float upwards. I put my hand between my legs and for the first time, I felt the large anal ring. I was amazed just how sensitive that part of my body was. It really did feel good, when I tugged softly on the ring and when I started to see if it would spin around beneath my skin; I was shocked that such action could heighten ones awareness to his own genitalia. Slowly and without allowing my face to give away what I was doing; I continued to pull and turn the ring until my thing began to harden. With my eyes closed, I floated off into a place, some place I'd never been before; and I was having intimate sex with a man, who I could see who it was. My mind tried and tried to see the man, but his entire body was nothing more than a blurry shadow.
I was startled from my daydream by one of the older boys. He had swan under water and apparently noticed my thing trying in vain to stiffen. He did however, manage to get both of my balls into his mouth and have a bit of fun, until he had to come up for air.
Before he went back down, he had me turn around and hold on to the side of the pool, with my legs spread wide. The next thing I knew was that he was behind me, playing with my butt plug; which did nothing more than too excite me even further.
One by one everyone was getting out of the pool and grabbing a cold drink. I watched as Jordan went over and picked up a can of soda and began swigging it
down. I climbed out and went, as well, to the table which had the tea and soda. I picked up a can, and then another can and proceeded to use my hands to communicate with the housekeeper asking if she might have two spare bowls on the cart. She reached down to the bottom shelf and handed me two small disposable bowls, made of thick paper and coated with something.
I went over to Mark and placed both bowls on the pool deck and then popped the tops from the cans and poured them into the bowls. I got down on my hands and knees and joined Mark; as we both lapped up the ice cold soda pop.
My actions didn't go unnoticed. Shaun was watching with a big grin as were the Masters. Jordan apparently had failed to remember that he was still a slave and drank from his can; and he had a concerned look on his face.
The housekeeper called out to one of the boys to help her distribute the meal. He gladly assisted her. She put meat on each plate, as the boy spooned out
some macaroni salad and a handful of baby carrots and slices of celery on each plate. Another boy came running up and began putting the plates around the
tables, starting with our two Masters.
Once all of the plates had been put around the two tables everyone sat down, including the butler and the housekeeper. I was the last to arrive and took my seat, in between two of the boys. Master said nothing more than, "Let's eat!" and everybody began to scarf down the food; except me.
I stood up and lifted my plate from the table, as I'd noticed that there wasn't one for Mark. I attracted the eyes of everyone there, as I moved away and proceeded to go over to Mark. I put the plate down in front of him and he and I began taking turns at dropping our mouths into the plate of food; making sure that we each got enough to eat. The food was some of the best I'd had in months. I wanted to go back for a second helping but I didn't want to expose myself to scrutiny.
What happened next was something I'd not expected. Shaun came over and sat down on the lounger and gave me the most intense glare I'd ever seen. I couldn't tell if he was mad or happy. He sat in silence, his eyes never blinked, his muscles never flinched.
Suddenly, "Who gave you permission to feed this slave? By what right do you take it upon yourself to do such a thing?" he asked in a low tone, yet one of authority.
"Sir, this slave only wanted to make sure that the new slave had something to
drink and eat Sir. The slave did not participate in the enjoyment of the pool or the friendship of others Sir." I said in a most humble way.
"Well slave, I can see that you and I need to have a session but I'm going to
let it go this time. At least you had the thought to care enough about your fellow slave that you dare risk a punishment session. Just don't let it happen again or you'll find yourself on the receiving end of a sturdy whip." Shaun
smiled a meek smile, but it was a smile nonetheless, as he got up and rejoined the others.
After the meal was completed and the boys had cleaned off the tables, they headed directly for the studio. Master Doc took Jordan with him into the house;
as I watched Shaun leading Mark out by the chain.
Master, finally after all this time, came to me and told me to follow him. At
first I had no idea why or where we were going until Master turned and entered the house as well. Thankfully Master was walking slow enough for me to keep up with him. He took me to a part of the house I'd not been before and He began to climb a set of stairs.
After six or seven steps He stopped and turned to me, "It is time for my bath
and then we'll go to bed; perhaps watch a movie or two first."
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