Sail Away

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Sail Away Chapter Forty Nine

I slept like a baby last night, and when I woke; I could hardly wait to be released from my bonds. Not only did I have to piss really bad, but my thing and balls were black and blue; not to mention that my thing seemed a lot more swollen compared to the first time it had been pierced.

The room was still pitch black when I woke, but it gave me additional time to think about yesterday and more importantly; it gave me a little time to sort through everything that I could remember of my dreams and thoughts while I slept.

It was so quiet down here, alone; but I could make out the faintest of footsteps on the floor above. It seemed as if at least two people were up and busy doing something. Finally, the door opened and the butler came in to release my chains and permitted me to crawl over to the shower area and empty my bladder.

I was dutifully informed that my morning meal would be available up at the barn, along with my normal enema and shower. I crawled awkwardly this morning, all due to the new butt plug lodged in my tunnel.

As I was making my way across the cool floor in the kitchen, I saw Jordan off in a corner eating his breakfast, just like a good and proper slave. His face was buried in the large metal bowl.

He, Jordan, didn't even acknowledge me as I traversed the kitchen. I struggled just a bit, as I made my way down the few steps onto the pool deck and headed over to and out the back gate. I glanced over to the cottage and an eerie feeling of abandonment began flowing over me.

The closer I got to the barn, the more nervous and hesitant I got. I couldn't believe everything from last night had really happened; but a quick look downward at my thing and balls validated the previous night.

The barn for some reason looked foreboding, as the sun started its journey skyward. I couldn't even begin to think about Mark and his tribulations of yesterday. All I knew was that today was Monday and that meant that I'd been here ten days already. I had to face each day as if it were a new beginning, if I was to survive. I had to somehow evade any thoughts of Jordan or anyone else if I was to make it. I still couldn't believe that in my mind, Jordan had (perhaps) played me like a frig'n fool. Wasn't it bad enough that dad had started me off down this road of slavery, under one if not more guises of fame and fortune.

Surely Master must care for me more than He is letting on. He did say that He

had waited many years for this, and THIS is how He treats His nephew? I felt a bit betrayed, perhaps by everyone, since I'd left home. At least mom had sent me a great letter, which thankfully I'd committed to memory. But, I had to think about my Master and all the ways which will please Him. Perhaps Jordan was right and I'm not a good cocksucker just yet. Lord knows that I haven't had enough piss to swallow, so nobody can hold that against me; it's not my idea or my fault.

Hell, Jordan thrives on cock and assholes. I suppose he must have been having man to man sex for a number of years, but he shouldn't have talked down to me as he was my better. How many times had he told me that he was here to help me learn? What had Jordan taught me? Perhaps he has taught me not to put all of my trust and faith in him.

As I crawl closer and closer to the barn, one truck of workers is already driving down the dirt lane. I can only imagine what they are going to say about all of my new decorations; not to mention the most recent slave boy Mark. I can see Shaun, walking around outside the slave entrance to the barn; probably keeping an eye on me, or taking a smoke break. I don't see Mark, but then again I really didn't expect to see him. I wonder, now more than ever, if Master has plans to train me more on becoming a proper slave and then putting my ass up for sale. I don't think He would; not after everything He has had done to me, and everything thing He has done with me. I'm betting that Jordan just said that to put the 'fear' into my soul.

I'm so close to the barn now that I can smell the straw and see the three workers who are just milling around inside. Shaun stands there with his arms folded as if he is the greatest gift to slavery on this planet; gawking at me as I approach. I put my personal thoughts on hold, for now; as I come to a stop in front of Shaun.

Lessons and punishments came to mind, as I leaned down and kissed the dusty pair of boots. I knew that Shaun probably knew every damn rule and procedure that was ever written at school; and I didn't want to be on the receiving end of any undue disciplinary session.

"You are to always refer to me as Sir," Shaun barked. "I don't ever want to see your eyes looking at me, nor do I ever want to hear you speak unless commanded to do so. You will always remain in the proper mode of movement, unless otherwise told. Any hesitation or reluctance on the slaves part will result in immediate sanctioned discipline."

Shaun simply stopped his cursory introduction of himself, as he wheeled himself around and began walking the few steps into the barn. I obediently followed him.

The workers who were here this morning weren't here on Saturday, so they had no clue as to who Mark was, or what else had transpired. Thankfully, for me, that would turn out to be a good thing.

I continued following Shaun, as he led me over to what was now to be my home, or should I say stall. He simply pointed to the two bowls on the floor and ordered me to eat my morning meal. While I ate, all I could think of was just how much Shaun seemed to desire to run the slaves in a quasi-military fashion. The one thing I hadn't counted on was the fact that Shaun took great pride in making sure that any and all slaves under his control were properly cleaned out and scrubbed well on the outside. To obtain such results, Shaun performed the arduous task of administering my enema and to the scrubbing of my body.

He had taken care, not to abuse the fresh piercings for which I was appreciative. Dripping wet, I followed him over to where the two tables had been set up for Master Doc. There, on one of the tables was Mark.

Mark had be trussed up in a similar fashion as I'd been last night; with the

exception that he was on a hard surface. It was easy for me to see the bandage below his cock, yet it wasn't so large that it covered his anal piercing. His butt was plugged and I can only assume that his mouth was also. There was one of those hospital poles next to his shoulder with some kind of liquid being administered to his body. There was no sound coming from the table, so I assumed that the slave was still sleeping soundly.

I was ordered up onto the second table, whereby it was now a lot easier to see Mark. Indeed, his eyes were closed. I, too, was bound to the table; just as I'd been last night. Surely I wasn't going to loose my balls?

Shaun set a couple of items on my stomach, which he used to meticulously clean and sanitize each and every one of my piercings; both old and new. The cleaning was quite painful; something along the lines of stinging and a mild burning sensation. Shaun was silent throughout; probably concentrating on the job at hand, or job in hand as the case may be.

With my head flat on the table, it was difficult to actually see what he was doing; so I had to rely on my senses and my brain to tell me what he was doing. The only time that I did see him was when he worked on my nipple rings and my septum piercing.

Shaun looked over, and back, towards the workers who seemed to be busy and said to them, "If any of you men feel the need to fuck a slave today, please make use of this one, " he said pointing to me. "He's going to be on the table until noon time, so don't be bashful, and remember to put his plug back in after you've fucked him."

There seemed to be a considerable amount of cheers and shouts, coming from the workers, and that was all I needed to hear. I knew right then that I was in for a long day.

I must have laid there for a time, before I saw my first assailant. He was one of the younger ones who had a cute smile which matched his face. He leaned in over my face and told me to 'enjoy the ride.'

I had to kind of help push, as he pulled on the butt plug. I'm thinking that he really hadn't been exposed to much man on man sex before; or at least not like this.

I was amazed that I could even feel his cock inside me, as after last night I would have thought my tunnel was beyond constricting against a man's rigid cock. However, I did feel him make an easy entrance up my tunnel, as he continued commenting on the fact that 'this is the best ass I've ever fucked; and I've fucked more than my share of little pussy boys.'

The manor and way in which the man fucked me, told the story; as for sure he had been accustomed to fucking a rectum. Whether or not it was a mans' ass he'd always had wasn't clear; but he sure did like fucking me like a dog in heat. The other thing that set him apart from those who'd already feed my tunnel their sperm; was the ear piercing, gut wrenching sound he made when he exploded deep within my guts. The amount of his sperm was detectable, only to the point where I knew it seemed to be more than some of the others.

The grease had began to soften and mixing with the man's sperm, made the insertion of the butt plug all that much easier; for which I was most thankful.

I thought perhaps that Shaun would have been observing and/or commenting during the attack on my ass; but not only did I not see him; I didn't hear him. I turned my head to the side, to watch for any signs of movement from Mark but he was still floating on cloud nine.

After the third man had drained his scrotal contents into me, Shaun came over and released me from the bindings; and ordered me into my stall. By now I'd lost any and all apprehensions about being used by a 'free man'; which sure did help me to concentrate and think on a lot of other more pressing matters.

By the time I reached my stall and had my collar chained firmly to one of the many eyelets spaced all around; Shaun came up and stood directly in front of me, keeping his hands to his sides.

Rapid flashbacks to one of my many lessons and I was using my teeth to unzip his dirty and smelly shorts. I proceeded, the best I could, to get his cock free. Once it was free, I promptly placed it in my mouth. Soon after, I was swallowing for all I was worth; as his piss burst into the back of my mouth and down my throat. It was over in no time, and Shaun didn't wait around for me to put his cock back and zip him up. He simply shook off one or two remaining droplets onto my face and left.

I was swallowing my fourth load of man piss, just as Shaun and Master appeared in my stall. The last worker exited, on his way to lunch and this gave Master ample time to admire the new decorations; before he, too, drained his bladder into my stomach. I made sure, this time, to give His cock a little extra sucking action upon completion; as I didn't want Him to find any drops of urine dripping from His most admirable manstick. "I think I'll fuck his brains out after lunch," Master said in a rather humorous way. "I need to take advantage of his young and eager mouth before the slave becomes 'hardened and mindless' to all of his responsibilities. It is so much better to train a slave than it is to own one, as well trained slaves are excellent in what they do, they leave little to no chance to find fault with their activities."

Okay, so now Master is telling Shaun that He hopes I fuck up. And if I fuck up, I'm to be punished. I'm just going to have to do much better in everything that I'm told to do, or forced to do. Punishment is something that all my life, was only a word in a dictionary. Now the word meant pain and suffering. I guess Shaun isn't the type of teacher that would send me to the principles office.

Master left the barn as fast as he'd arrived. My lunch was brought into the stall, along with a bowl of water. I ate every bit of slave chow and wanted to ask for more; as my hunger pain hadn't subsided all that much. The slave chow tasted different than this mornings, and perhaps is the reason that I ate it all. Not long after I'd washed it all down with nearly lapping the water bowl dry; that my stomach began to feel bloated. Cramps followed and soon I was curled up on the floor, in agonizing pain.

"I see the slave enjoyed his meal," Shaun sternly commented. "A good and well trained slave learns not to eat to fast, as the food mixes rapidly with water and has a tendency to cause bowel spasms if the two are mixed together in great quantities."

Great, now he tells me! A lesson well learned, but unfortunately for me, a slave, there was no sympathy or solution to my problem. Shaun simply left me on the floor, twisting and turning as the meal continued to deliver its intended consequences. The course fibers of the straw seemed relentless, as it almost felt delight in aggravating my most recent body piercings. My bladder, being full, combined with my turbulent stomach; caused me to let loose with a steady stream of slave piss, which did nothing to relieve the spasms. The stink of my piss only amplified my anguish. After a lengthy time, my body seemed to settle down and I was able to come to grips, once again, with my current situation. A large plastic bucket was tossed into my stall, followed by Shaun's not so courteous order to put the soiled straw in the bucket. As I cleaned up the piss laden straw, I noticed that Shaun wasn't standing over me. I'm guessing that he had plenty of other things to do to occupy his time, rather to watch a slave perform such a menial task.

The afternoon was really quiet. I stayed in my stall the entire time. Shaun seemed to have been kept busy with staying on top of the workmen, as apparently there were a ton of questions that needed answering; regarding where this and that were to be installed. The only work I had to do was to act as the urinal for the three workers and Shaun.

As the workers piled into their pickup truck and sped down the lane, I felt a sense of loneliness of sorts. All I could do was to reposition myself, as far as my leash would allow, and watch as Shaun fiddled around with the things that the workmen had completed. He only paid a cursory visit to Mark, who was still adrift in sleep.

I could tell, just by looking in the direction of any one of the two main entry ways, that the sun was beginning to set and I was assuming (again) that my Master would be coming soon to return me to the main house. I would soon discover that once again my insecure notions were not to be fulfilled.

Both of the Masters came into the barn, stopping first to chat with Shaun, then to inspect all of the work which had been done today. Their next stop was to stand over Mark and tend to his needs, such as changing the dressing which

covered his balls, or where his balls used to be. Master Doc, changed the IV bag and seemed to have injected some form of medication into the plastic tubing.

Next stop was my stall. Master Doc drained himself completely down my throat; while my Master was undressing in preparation for fucking my tunnel. Every second of my impalement seemed distant and unfamiliar; comparing the previous times Master had fucked me. I'm not sure whether it was because I just wasn't 'into it', or possibly Master just wanted to display his dominance; not his caring. Whatever the feelings were, I lay there on my back, in the straw, while Master delighted himself once he'd unloaded his manseed. Master said nothing as He re-inserted my butt plug. Both of the Masters left without as much as a single word or gesture. As the three men walked away, they started up a conversation which continued well passed the entrance to the barn. Sometimes the conversation sounded heated, while other times the vocals seemed hushed and subdued. It really didn't matter now, did it; as I never heard a single understandable word from the beginning. All I can say is that they talked more outside of the barn than they did on the inside; which to me meant that I wasn't supposed to hear it in the first place.

When Shaun returned, I was released from the chain leash and taken, once more, to the shower area. I didn't much care for the rough way Shaun rinsed out my tunnel, but his continued cautious manner in the way he washed my body was much appreciated.

As I moved from the shower area, crawling properly behind Shaun, a cool breeze began to filter through the barn. The air smelled fresh and there was a mild hint that rain was in the future.

Once I was back up on the table, I had time to look over at Mark. His eyes were now open, his cheeks stained with dried tears. He looked rather meek and timid, compared to everything that I knew of him. I could see him exercising his fingers and wiggling his toes, apparently trying to work up an increase in blood flow. The overhead light glimmered against the few pieces of body jewelry that I could see. He just looks so sad lying there, but I knew that I didn't have the need to, or the want of, feeling sympathy for him. I've been there, done that, so I know well what his future is destined to become.

Shaun tended, once more, to all of my piercings; which he delighted in twisting and turning. Nope, I wasn't and no I didn't make a single sound. I think my dedication towards my new life, seemed to be the beginning ways of pleasing

Shaun; or at least I hoped so.

"Since the slave is sleeping in the stall tonight," started Shaun, "we can't have any of these new rings getting dirty and infected, now can we."

Damn! So much for going back to the house tonight; I'm going to be sleeping like an animal.

"Lift those hips up high for me will you boy." Shaun laughingly ordered.

I no sooner had my hips up off the table and Shaun had slid one of those disposable diapers underneath me. After a couple of tugs and pulls; the entire area was covered with a large pink diaper.

Before I was chained in for the night, Shaun felt it his duty, his responsibility, to ravage my throat one last time and to leave my mouth with the bitter sweet taste of his manseed.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday were all nearly the same for me. The few exceptions were minor ones; with either different workers or more workers on any given day. Mark had been removed from the table, in think on Wednesday, and placed in his stall.

Once each day I was taken outside for a bit of sunshine and a long walk. Other than that, it was becoming mundane, to say the least. Suck and be fucked; was about the extent of the last five days.

Saturday, however, was a totally different experience. To begin with, Marks brother and father arrived while we were eating our morning meal. It only took a single breath before I could plainly hear Mark's brother start in on him. I could plainly see the father's head towering over the two teenagers, as Shaun looked on passively.

I hadn't seen Jordan all week, but that didn't keep me from thinking about him and to what extent he was being trained or used as a sexual object. The absence of Jordan only intensified my feeling towards him, which I suppose might just be a normal thing for a slave. I wanted, needed, and desired to see him, touch him, smell him and taste him.

It wasn't long after our meal, when Master arrived; which was something a bit out of the ordinary for this week. Normally Master would come up to the barn right after the noon feeding. Master and Shaun chatted for awhile, before the two of them pulled Mark's father aside and had a lengthy talk.

While the three men were talking, Master Doc arrived; with the group of teenage porn boys in tow. The boys all stopped, briefly, to inspect my body and to quip about the weekends activities which they hoped would come to fruition. Thankfully all of my piercings had healed and scabbed over enough so that their rough handling of the rings didn't bother me much at all.

Somebody, I don't know who, called out to the boys and they all scampered two stalls down to where Mark and his brother were. Moments later the laughter and taunting remarks began; and I just knew that Mark was in for one hell of a weekend.

I was beginning to feel a churning in my own stomach, apparently from the anxiety of not knowing. The barn was filling up, yet I was the only one who was all alone. Did I need attention? Did I need some form of punishment? Did I, was I, simply beginning to crave what everyone said would one day become natural.

I could only guess that either the workers had been given this day off or else their work was completed; as by now, surely they would have arrived. That would be about five sperm deposits I'd not be receiving; not to mention the copious amounts of piss that I'd not have to swallow. For some reason, I was going to miss it.

After exiting Mark's stall, the five teens were given orders by Master Doc. Their assignment for the rest of the morning was to clean and tidy up the barn; asking Shaun for any direction should they find themselves in a quandary.

As the Masters departed, the butler and the housekeeper arrived. Neither of the two came to pay me or Mark a visit. They seemed to have a set agenda this particular morning. The two conversed with Shaun, pointing in this way and that, as they spoke. Had I not been confined to my six foot leash I could have gotten closer and heard most everything.

It must have been at least two to three hours later and the boys were sent back down to the main house, accompanied by the housekeeper. What ever the case may have been, the boys were all back at the barn within thirty minutes; creating a bit of a ruckus just outside the slave entrance.

Two of the young boys followed Shaun as he came up to my body and released me

from the leash. Then, without a word spoken, Shaun attached two separate leashes, one attaching to each of the two rings on my scrotal piercings. The next thing I know; I'm being led from the stall by these two teenagers and taken

out the slave entrance, past what is now all to clear. I was led right passed two picnic tables and one rather large gas grill. The grill, I remembered as being the one that was always down at poolside.

The housekeeper was doing her thing, by making sure that the table cloths weren't wrinkled, the plates and glasses all placed precisely where they were supposed to be, etc. The butler was fumbling around in one of many ice chests, digging out some ice cold bottles of beer.

There was no sign of Jordan, nor did I see Mark; as I was forced to follow the two boys as they made their way up the embankment and onto the path. They remained quiet the majority of the time; well, they spoke to themselves on and off but not a word with me.

We hadn't gone to far, perhaps a quarter of a mile; where I could still see the barn, the main house and the earthen driveway from the road, when I heard the sound of a vehicle engine.

The boys stopped, as did I; watching with interest, as the vehicle slowed down as it neared the barn, parking right alongside of the pickup truck. The vehicle looked identical to the one that my father used last weekend; and at first I thought dad had come back to make amends with my uncle.

I then saw my Master enter the barn, and appeared to be walking towards the 'guest' entry way; when out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. I turned my head slightly to the left, and approaching the barn from down below was Jordan.

I remembered what the Masters had said last weekend, about having a cookout each weekend if 'we were well behaved' during the week. But this was Saturday not Sunday, so I couldn't quite come to grips with the situation.

I followed, eagerly, the movement of Jordan as he approached the slave side of the barn; where he stopped and dropped to his knees, directly in front of Master Doc. It was rather nice to see him bend down and kiss his Master's boots. At least I knew that Jordan was still alive and well; and I was getting anxious to being with him.

My attention was averted back to the vehicle, as the doors opened up. The driver was indeed the same one from last week. The shock of seeing a female exit the vehicle was unnerving. She climbed out from the seat directly behind the driver's seat. The next thing which came into view was another female; who had walked around behind the vehicle to join the other lady. I couldn't see their faces, but I could easily tell that both of them were blondes. I couldn't imagine why Master would invite two females here, to join us in our weekend

cookout.

Something must have occurred inside the barn, as Master Doc turned quickly away from Jordan and seemed to be looking toward the barn. Before I could put two and two together, what appeared to be a man, well dressed, came charging out of the slave entrance. He must have been saying something, as Master Doc raised his right hand and they both shook.

After a moment spent on greetings, Master Doc turned around and looked in my direction. I saw his right arm come up as he pointed in our direction. The man, tall and thin, began to move up the embankment. The further away from the barn, his pace quickened until he was on the path in an almost all out run. Half way between the barn and where the three of us were on the knoll, is when I recognized the man.

Instinctively, I moved to narrow the distance between the two of us; but the boys were still holding my two leashes and they had no intention of relinquishing their control. The sudden jerk on my balls sent me to the ground faster than a speeding bullet.

By the time I'd gotten up off the ground, on to my knees, the man was standing directly in front of my naked body. As much as I wanted to stand up and greet him in a worldly way, I remembered what I was. I leaned over and kissed his now dust covered black loafers.

Two hands came down and slid under my arms and gently lifted me up. My mind, my heart, my every fiber were racing; but I had to remember who and what I was, at all times.

The smile, the perfect teeth, the two dimples and the deep blue eyes nearly sent me into a crying spell. My entire body was shaking uncontrollably, as his hands slid around to grasp my back and pull me even closer.

As he kissed me, on the lips, his tongue began to explore my mouth. His grip became even more restrictive, as his hands found their way down to my butt cheeks.

Tears were flowing like hot lava, and I didn't' know what to think. My entire being was still shaking as he gave my butt plug a gentle twist before moving his hand in between the two of us and began to massage my two bound balls.

I was nearing hysterical proportions, when he told the two boys 'leave us'. The sounds of the feet told me that they had understood the request.

I flashed back briefly to the two women and I still didn't know who they were, but I knew who was kissing me. I knew who was holding me up against his own body. I knew who was exploring parts of my body and it was the one person who I would never have expected.

He eased me down so that I was firmly on the ground, in a sitting position; as he too sat down, still holding my hands. There was that long moment of silence, as my tears began to slow down; before he began looking at me as if he'd just found his long lost relative.

"You don't know how frig'n long I've been waiting for this day," Alan said in

the most emphatic tone of voice, with the biggest smile I'd even seen.

Not to diminish the moment we were having, BUT! I'd heard that nearly identical sentence from my uncle. Sail Away Chapter Fifty

The way we were sitting, left me just enough area that the barn was easily seen. I couldn't see the people, but I at least got to note their presence and movements. Alan was sitting directly in front of me, his head moving up and down; with his eyes wide open, searching my body for something which to begin his conversation.

Lord knows how much I wanted to start speaking to him, but I knew that, without permission I would be setting myself up for a discipline session. Alan's hands moved in and once again started fondling my thing and balls. The way he was sitting and the distance from all of the other free men, there wasn't a chance that his manipulations would be detected.

"John, you just don't know what the hell has been going through my mind, from

the moment my dad told me about your enslavement. The first few days of not knowing anything drove me absolutely crazy. Then when I got the email from your friend, I started to become even more upset."

So far, Alan hadn't set the world on fire with his opening remarks, but he did however seem to pause, anticipating my comment. It didn't take him long to figure out that I wasn't going to say a single word, voluntarily, without his

approval.

"As soon as I saw the first photos of you, which I'm guessing were taken aboard your dad's ship; I was shocked to see what kind of people your dad has working for him. It took some courage, but I managed to get my dad to open up to me about your dad. That's the only way that I could start to figure out this whole stupid mess. I never knew it until recently, but your father is the one who has helped my dad find the right kind of slaves for our place. Not that they came from his school, but just that he put my father on to the right people who seemed to know just where the best of the best slaves were."

Okay, so you learned something about my father and the slave business, SO FUCKING WHAT! I thought to myself. I just want Alan to keep talking, so that I can finally put my life, what there is of it, into perspective. I sat there, in total silence, as Alan used his hands to spread my bent legs apart even further. His eyes cast down, presumably to focus in on the base of the butt plug.

"John, I gotta tell ya, man; that up until last weekend my dad was getting the latest updates, photos and videos of all your training. I still can't believe how beautiful you look; and if I say so myself, you look gorgeous either as a free man or a slave."

My eyes caught a little movement down by the barn; which turned out to be the

two ladies taking seats at one of the picnic tables; while one of the porn boys appeared to be serving them a cocktail. A little white smoke started wafting its' way into the air, which told me that the butler had fired up the big grill. Alan began to playfully tug on some of my decorations, but he must have known

just how much he could play with them without causing any undue discomfort.

"Well anyway, as I was saying. With all that's going on back home, I haven't had much time to myself to hang around with to many of my friends. Your mom has been over to our place at least six or seven times now; and I think she is getting quite accustomed to being around properly attired slaves. That should be of some comfort to you, hopefully."

Yes, so what! So mom has been visiting your place, big deal! And why are you making such a thing out of my mom being around naked men?

"I heard this week that your dad and your uncle had a big blow out. In some ways, I guess, that's a good thing. Your mom heard about it from your uncle, opps, I mean your master. She comes and tells my dad; and the two of them go into his den and close the door. So I'm guessing that she had something super secret to tell him. They were in there for over an hour. Then when they came out she was so polite to me that I couldn't stand it much longer. I just couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew that I could worm it out of my dad at dinner."

I kept listening, more intently now, than before. Alan was apparently trying to build up to something, but I had to endure the whole story before I was to learn the ending. Alan was steadily tugging at my nipple rings and squeezing my teats between two of his fingers. Normally, I might just have gotten a bit aroused by such actions, but today just wasn't one of those times. I could easily detect Alan's boner just straining for freedom; but I sure as hell wasn't going to take it upon myself to expose his cock. Alan, remember, is the one who was always wanting to get into my pants; and perhaps I'd made an error by allowing him to suck my cock just before my enslavement.

"You know John, that I'd still love to suck your cock, but as it stands now; I don't think there is one mouth that could withstand all of your piercings. But perhaps you'll be able to suck my manhood before I leave. Oh, and did I tell you; that we're staying until Monday morning? So you see, there might just be plenty of time for that and more, if you get my drift. It was nice of your master to allow us to visit here this weekend. He said that you've been progressing really nice and that he has even left you alone the whole week; just so that you could concentrate on one or two of the areas that needed perfecting. By the way, do you get to jack off a lot around here?"

Now he's gone and done it. Alan has gone from filling in a lot of the blanks,

questions that have been in my mind for weeks on end; to talking about sex. Sex between me and him, or him and me; whichever way you want to look at it.

"Sorry about that, I got off track just a bit. I could tell by the way you looked at me that you weren't expecting to see me. Well, it was supposed to be a surprise and I think it was. I guess you know who else flew down with me, don't you?"

The look in his eyes, told me that he was awaiting a verbal response; so I answered quite simply, "Sir, no Sir."

Well, my dad wanted to come, but he has a bunch of paper work to do for your mom. So my mom decided to come down in his place, and between you and me; I think she just needed a break from the big city plus she wanted to see if there were any good looking slaves around the place. She always did tell me that she thought you were a 'hunk' of a stud, so I'm sure she can't wait to see you up close and personal; if you know what I mean. And, I'd be remising if I didn't tell you that she wanted to come to keep your mom company."

MY MOM! Shit and hell fire! Why on earth is my mom here? She can't see me naked. And she can't see me looking and behaving like a slave. What am I going to do? What am I going to say to her? This was NOT going to be a weekend like

last weekend; that was all but certain.

"I know that your mom hasn't seen your master for many years; but they've been talking on the phone a lot over the past week. I think it has something to do about your dad and perhaps they've found a way to piss him off even more. That, my friend, would be something to see. I overheard mom and your mother talking on the plane, and it seems that your master and your mom are trying to work something out, with my dad. I'm not sure of to much, but I guessing that my dad is going to be investing a large amount of capital in this slave school. Your mom said something about this place being tens times better than your dad's place and that just the fact of it being here in the States, would substantially reduce the amount of slave trade that your old man will have. I guess that he's still going to be getting a lot of foreign trade to keep him sexually active and quite wealthy but not so much if he losses the slave business in America. Don't you think that would be cool? If my old many becomes an investor in this school, I'd be able to see you a lot. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

I sat stunned and silent. I didn't answer his question. I was dumbfounded to say the least. Before I knew it, Alan was raising his voice to me; telling me that I had failed to answer when spoken to and that it was his responsibility to report such a shortcoming.

After Alan had composed himself, he started speaking once again. "Now, let's try this again. I'm feeling a bit horny so I'd like to know if you want to suck my cock?"

DAMN! Nothing like going from shy gay friend to domineering. I didn't look at

his face, but I did answer him; "Sir, no Sir".

"Well, at least you know the proper way to answer a free man. But please do tell me, your friend, just why it is that you wish not to please me by sucking my cock."

"Sir, I've not yet gotten accustomed to being intimate with friends Sir, and I don't think that I should ruin a friendship by sucking on your cock Sir." Now if that doesn't sound shitty, I don't know what does; but maybe Alan will buy the lame excuse.

"Nonsense John, don't forget that I've seen you sucking cocks already. It doesn't look like you've had much difficulty in learning. So, since we are alone

up here, just take my cock out and suck on it just a little."

I was stuck. I really didn't have a choice in the matter. If I wanted to suck

Alan's cock, it would have been much better for me, but now I was being ordered to suck a cock by a free man. As I leaned down and began to unzip his pants; Alan took the two leashes and brought them up behind my neck and pulled them rather tightly together and tied the two ends in a knot. The strain on my balls was bearable yet uncomfortable against my body as I continued to bend at the waist.

I was finally able to get my teeth on to his zipper and he obliged me by leaning backwards just enough to allow the zipper to slide easily. He was wearing

underwear, which was something I hadn't seen in a month. I quickly managed to acquire the waistband of his blue briefs with my teeth and pulled the down far enough so that they lifted up his balls. It wasn't the first time I'd seen his naked cock. I knew just how thick it was, from the time we spent splashing in his pool and while I watched him ram it down the throat of his 'pool boy'.

As my lips came in contact with the piss hole, Alan gently placed his two hands on my head; ever so slightly applying pressure. I opened my mouth and accepted his manhood allowing myself to get it down to my tongue piercing.

My tongue started to flicker on the underside of his shaft, while I did my best to work up a sizeable amount of spit. "Damn John, you don't give yourself enough credit when it comes to sucking cock. You sure would make me happy if you were my slave. Now, why don't you start to work it up and down and just maybe, if you do a really good job, I'll reward you with some of my man seed."

Well, okay; what could I say to that? After all I know that any red blooded male doesn't just want a quick blowjob. Alan wants to unload in my throat and I sorta knew it from the beginning. I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, feeling the meat swell to enormous proportion. I thought of only one thing, one thing only; and instantly put myself into my 'private space'. I mean, well, you know; how many times do I have to mention that Alan always seems to pop up, every time I'm in my space.

"You know John, by all rights and privilege I should be calling you 'boy' or 'slave', but since it's just you and me for now I guess it won't do any harm.

Did I mention that some of your pals approached me about where you had gone? I didn't want to lie to them, so I told them all the truth. Roger and that nerd Blaine didn't believe me, so I had to show them some of the pictures and videos that your dad sent my dad. They were really amazed at how much work you've been through. Roger came right out and said that he'd like to fuck your 'sweet ass'. Blaine seemed horror-struck at first, but he soon realized that he too, could enjoy at least a long and wet blowjob from one of his best buddies. I called them both this week to tell them that I was coming down to see you and they all said to say hello. Roger told me that he had mentioned something about you to some of the other guys on the swim team and they all seemed delighted that you had finally come to terms about being gay. I guess they all knew about you, before you knew about you."

I didn't pay much attention to what Alan just said, as I knew that there was just about no way in hell that any of my friends would ever see me like this, in person. Not that I wasn't upset that Alan showed them my pictures, mind you; but that seemed to be the least of my worries at the moment.

"And, I even got a few calls from the girls that you used to date. Seems like

they sorta knew it also. That one girl, what's her name... Terry said that all you ever wanted from her was to get your cock sucked; which to her meant that you must be at least a bi-sexual dude. A couple others said that you fucked them, but that you didn't seem to know just how to make them have their own girly orgasm. But don't you worry any, they all want to see you no matter if you are gay or straight; or a slave. I'm betting that they'll all pool their resources together and make arrangements with your master so that they can visit you some weekend, before school starts up again."

I'm pretty sure that Master wouldn't allow such an occurrence. After all, this is a slave training facility, not a damn zoo. I could feel Alan begin to moan softly, as he added a bit more pressure to the top of my head. I decided to take more of his shaft, allowing it to glide over my tongue roller. I'd no sooner gotten his cock into my throat, with my muscles 'milking' it; and Alan let go with a real gusher. He uncontrollably pushed my head all the way down on his shaft, until my nose was buried in his trimmed pubic hairs. I could smell his manliness, just like I had envisioned it would be. I continued working on his cock until he had begun to have those irritable feelings on the end of his cock. I knew that I may have just gone on a bit to long, as he quickly pulled my mouth off of his cock.

"Damn 'boy'; don't you know better than to keep sucking after a man gives you

his protein. I'm just going to have to report that also, ya know!"

Alan was right. I had lost myself, while in my 'space'. Actually, I didn't want it to end so quickly. Sucking Alan was probably one of the best things that I had gotten to do ever since being enslaved. Life seems to be throwing me one curve ball after another, but I'm bound and determined to do what is required of me. The way I figure it; if it's meant to be, then I'll just have to go with the flow. I was happy, that Alan was here today. I couldn't understand why I hadn't shown him more of my happiness. Maybe it's because I have started to have an attached feeling with my Master that I was unable to display any true affection towards Alan; who the heck knows. For now, I'm a slave, and for however long I am one, I'm going to prove to others and myself; that for once in my life I can do something which is pleasing others and not myself.

With my body still hunched over, just inches away from Alan's cock, he began to rub my back with his hands, as he leaned over and rested his head on my shoulder. His soft, supple hands seemed to be magical, as all of my resistance seemed to disappear. "You, know," Alan began speaking softly, "It's times like this that I wished would have happened under different circumstances. I've really never been around someone like you. I've always hung around with my gay friends and when dad brought some slaves into our home to help out, it just seemed natural for me to use one or two of them for sex. You're so different, and it seems a little odd to see you this way. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a slave's body as much as the next guy, but I've known you for a long time, and now that you are kept as a naked slave, it just seems so different. It's a good different, nothing wrong with it at all, and I'll always, always have a place in my heart and life for you no matter what happens. I know how you've been in lessons, learning how to please a man, which is a hell of a lot better than getting lessons on how to please a female. God that would just be awful, dreadful and disgusting, if you were to ask me."

Silence fell over me, as Alan continued rubbing my back. Moments later Alan picked up where he'd left off. "I'm guessing that you have some built up resentments towards you dad and maybe your mom. You gotta remember that moms will be moms, no matter what. They always think that they have your best interest at heart. I think your mom, is a lot like mine used to be; that is, until dad took her on a short cruise on our boat, and when they came back, she was a different person. I bet ya that after this weekend your mom will be a completely different person, especially where you're concerned. But, ya know, how it is after a guy jacks off or fucks, he's always gotta piss and I'm no different. I'm not going to ask you to swallow, but I know that you're in training to become a perfect urinal. So just lean on back down there and let me drain my lizard; come on and be a good boy for me, won't you."

How he went from talking about family and stuff to wanting me to drink his piss is beyond me; but I knew what he was getting at and I had to comply. I'm a slave and he knows it. Once again I find his scent intoxicating as Alan takes his time in relaxing himself. He continues to smooth over the skin on my back as he tells me, 'be a good boy and swallow it all, once I start flowing."

Even soft, Alan's cock is rather sizeable; not that mine isn't, but it also seemed to be mystical. As I began to swallow his piss, I hadn't noticed the 'standard' acrid, and salty taste. I swallowed it all without being repulsed knowing that I'd just done another one of a slave's duties; and doing it with Alan was better than doing it with, or to, a strange free man. Alan kept one hand on my back and the other on my head, even after he'd finished. I didn't' suck on his cock, but kept it well into my mouth, with each passing second in

time; I was feeling wanted and needed.

"I heard that you only get to cum when your master helps you out in that department. That's to bad, and I don't know how the hell you do it. I can't go half a day without spanking the monkey. Maybe, just maybe, your master will let

me help you out while I'm here visiting."

Now that would be just fucking ducky, if you ask me. Six weeks ago Alan is giving me head, and now I'm sucking his cock, drinking his piss and now he wants to fuck me. Did I miss something or what! But, down deep, if I'm going to be getting fucked this weekend, I'd rather it be him or my Master. I don't particularly like being fucked by the porno boys and I don't think Shaun gives a

rat's ass about a passionate fuck; just so long as he gets his sperm up a tunnel and demonstrates his authority.

"I also heard that you haven't had any of your scheduled 'free time' in a week, which must be hard on you. So, if you feel up to it, and you think that I might be able to help out; use this time that we share together now to speak whatever is on your mind. Just talk to me, as perhaps you might speak with another slave. Don't think of me as your better, or a free man."

I slowly withdrew my mouth, away from Alan's cock; but remained bent at the waist, staring at his magnificent cock and huge balls. I started off on the wrong foot when I called him Sir, to which he quickly reminded me that this is MY free time and that the word Sir wasn't to be used; so I started over again.

"Well, everything seems to be moving to fast. First I'm lied to by my father and placed into slavery. Then I'm made to look like a fucking slave, no hair and all this jewelry. Hell, I can't even use a toilet to piss in, let alone shit in. Hell, I haven't had a single day go by where I don't have to clean my tunnel out at least twice. I don't know what a 'natural urge' is anymore. I feel so bad about not having my friends around anymore. I always had such good times with them and now look at me. You're telling me that a bunch of them always thought I was gay, and that some of them can't wait for me to suck their dicks. I don't know who, if ever, I can trust anymore, except for my Master."

That was about all I could get out before I broke down into tears. Alan seemed interested in each and every word I'd spoken; as he eased my head down onto his lap, allowing me to be close enough to his cock that it made everything seem alright. So I continued, as Alan still remained constant with his back rub.

"I was glad to know that you sent the email to Jordan on the ship, but I hated to let you even know that my father had had me enslaved. I didn't think you

would ever want to speak to me again. I started getting close with Jordan, but I'm not so sure that he doesn't have some hidden agenda. I feel as if he is like a spy or something for his Master and my Master. Shaun treats me okay, but he never speaks to me. He isn't mean to me or nothing, but since I screwed up today I'm guessing that Shaun will have to punish me for being so damn stupid.

And we got this new kid, Mark, who was pretty tough on his younger brother but now he is the slave and a week ago Master Doc cut the boys nuts off. His younger brother fucks him and makes him suck his cock. I overheard him just this morning, forcing Mark to stick his tongue up his butt and eat some of the kids shit.

And then we have my Master making gay porn in the downstairs studio with them

kids you must have seen on your way up. They think they are so cool, getting to suck and fuck each other and to get paid for doing it. Last week I had to let them bath me, clean out my guts and then they all had me suck them off and worse. But of all the people I've had to met over the last month, Master is the only one that is honest with me. All the others seem to be telling tales or else they just make up one lie after another. I just want everyone to at least be honest with me, even though I'm a slave now. I think it is the least that anybody can do."

I had to stop, as my sobs and tears began to interfere with my speech; and I didn't want to spout out a bunch of unintelligible words. Alan was silent for

the longest time; but he'd now moved one of his hands up to my bald head and was smoothing away my fears and disappointments.

Alan gave the slightest of squirms and now my lips were once again touching the tip of his cock. I slowly opened my mouth and took his limp manhood into my mouth; which seemed to calm me down just a little. I guess you could say that I was using Alan's cock as my personal pacifier.

After just a few minutes, I started talking once again; telling Alan all about my 'private space' and how going there seemed to help out a lot. I didn't know at the time, just how profound any of what I'd said meant to Alan; yet, at least it made me feel so good to finally have the time to speak like a free man. The amount of things I told Alan about would have made for a good book, or even a movie; but Alan took it all in stride and little did I know that I'd reap a world of benefits from saying what I'd said to him. It must have had a tremendous impact on my friend.

It took some time before Alan began speaking, but he didn't seem one bit upset over what I had spoken of. I was relieved that Alan wasn't pissed off, because some of the things I talked about wouldn't normally be allowed, coming from a slave.

"Damn John, you sure had a lot on your mind. I'm glad, though, that you felt comfortable enough to tell me everything that you did. I hope that before I have to go back home that we can have another such talk. I've never been on to lie to anybody, and I can't see any reason why I'd lie to you, even though you are legally nothing more than a slave. You talked about many things that I have an opinion about, but you haven't really asked any questions; so for now I suppose that I don't have to many answers. I don't know your friend Jordan, so I can't really tell you anything about him. But, it is good to see that you have some feelings towards him. I'm sure that he has your best interest at heart and wouldn't do or say anything that would cause you any grief. Perhaps you are harboring a few of those bad thoughts about him just because everything you've been through in the past month is all new to you. I know that I would have tons of questions, mountains of ill feelings towards people too. As for your Master, I think he's a good man. I also think he's a good man to learn from and if I was a slave, I'd be lucky to have a Master like him."

Just the tone of Alan's voice had a calming effect for me. I listened intently, while his cock was still gently resting on my tongue. His cock, his scent, his human touch upon my skin was the most reassuring thing that has occurred to me in a long time.

"John, there are some things that I haven't spoken of, and you haven't asked about; so I'm not going to bring them up now. I feel its best that you continue your training just like you're doing, for the time being. I know that seeing your mom for the first time in a month is going to be difficult and strange for you; but, think about your mom too. This is all new to her as well. I know for a fact that she is doing everything possible to help you out; but at the same time she has so much on her mind. She is dealing with the divorce bit, trying to run the house without a husband or son, and finding the means to learn more about the shipping industry on top of having to accept you for who you are. If you want me to, I'll stay right by your side when we go down to see your mom. I bet that right this minute she too, is a nervous wreck. She's only see the same stuff about you that the rest of us have and I know that seeing you in person is so much different; well, at least for me it is. Just remember, none of us are perfect. Don't expect anything, and that which you do receive will feel that much better. Just give your mom some time to get used to seeing the 'new you' and I bet everything will work out pretty good; maybe not perfect, maybe not the way you'd hoped it would, but it will all work out. You have no idea how much legal crap goes along with your mom's situation and take it from me; talking to lawyers wouldn't be the highlight of my day

either."

What Alan said started to make some sense, as I processed every word. It was plain to see that Alan was indeed different than I was; probably because he was brought up in a much more accepting family. Alan seemed to speak logically, where I had only spoke of my self-indulged feelings. Not that, that is wrong, but I can understand where Alan is coming from.

"It won't be but a few more minutes and I think we need to start heading back to the group. Just remember what I said about your mom. Both of you need to get used to one another almost as if you were a brand new baby boy. And I'm going to hate having to tell your master of your two transgressions. I hope that he goes easy on you. I've never seen a slave getting a discipline session

before. Dad always took them down into the cellar, out of sight; but no matter how easy he was on them, they always seemed to be heard, even up in my room. Perhaps it would be better if I stay with you during your session and that just might make things go easier on you. I could lie to your master, but I'm not one who normally tells a lie, so we both will just have to wait and see what happens."

All of Alan's words stuck in my head. I knew that he'd have to report my two screw ups but Master just might consider the circumstances for which I committed them. I slowly pulled my head back, not really wanting to release his cock; but I knew he was right about the time. Instinctively, I guess, I moved my mouth just enough so that I could at least savor the taste and odor of Alan's balls. I began licking one of them, causing Alan to moan with delight. I kept licking for a minute, before I decided to work his ball into my moist mouth. Alan continued moaning softly and before I knew what had come over me, I had both of his man nuts in my mouth; sucking and licking them as if they were two pieces of hard candy. Alan had even gone so far as to moisten one of his fingers and place it into my ear. I don't know how he knew, but such a thing always got me hot and bothered when I was with a girl; in my former life.

"Easy boy," Alan started; "If you keep that up, I just may have to give you another one of my famous protein drinks. Stop and put my equipment away like a

good slave does, won't you."

Seeing that my knees were so roughed up from four weeks of crawling around, Alan told me to walk back to the barn. I stayed the proper distance behind him; as he seemed empowered to hold the two leashes attached to my balls.

The closer I got, the more nervous I became. The outline of all the free persons was becoming quite distinctive. Thankfully, the porno boys were constantly on the move, acting as waiters and helping out the butler and housekeeper as well. I think someone must have noticed just how close we were to the barn and everyone turned around to watch Alan leading me down the knoll.

I was for sure back into slave mode. I didn't want to screw up anymore than I

already had. Just as soon as we stopped, I dropped to my knees in front of Master and greeted Him by kissing each of his boots. Likewise, I did the same for Shaun and Master Doc. Alan was about to hand Master my two leashes when Master told him to led me over to 'our other two guests for the weekend."

So there I was, kneeling like a slave dog, in front of my own mother. She bent down and lifted up my head, until our eyes met. Even though I could plainly see that her eyes were watery, I took a sigh of relief seeing that her face was beaming with joy. When she came even closer and kissed me on my lips, I knew that any and all of the worries that I had held, where quickly dissipating. She took the two leashes from Alan and thanked him most graciously for spending so much time with me.

"I guess son," mom started; "that we need to have a good long talk; don't you

agree?" I looked puzzled for a moment, before I meekly answered her. "Ma'am, yes Ma'am.

As mom turned towards the barn, I saw the entire group watching me crawl behind her. I didn't know what to think, but I knew that Master's keen eyes would catch any and all of my faults. I heard Alan say something like, 'that sure is a big enough fucking butt plug the boy carries around.' It wasn't a secret about my plug, as it was so large that I had to even crawl in a wider position, which allowed the whole world to see the gigantic base wedged between my cheeks.

"Which of these rooms is yours son?" Mom asked in the most innocent of ways.

There was enough slack in the leash that I just took over and led mom to my stall. Unfortunately we weren't alone in the barn; as Mark was being kept busy

by his brother and Shaun. From the sounds of it, Shaun was having to verbalize instructions; teaching Mark's brother the proper way to 'squat over the slave's face.' I didn't want mom to have had to hear that part of a slave's training, but there was absolutely nothing in the world I could do to prevent it.

I stopped once I'd gotten into my stall and had crawled over to the corner; which would place us the farthest distance away from Mark's stall. I waiting, and waited for mom to start speaking. I'm guessing that she was taking her time, assembling her words, or perhaps even taking in the sights within the confines of the barn.

"John Henry, I just don't know where to begin. I feel that I'm partially responsible for your current situation, and I just know what to say except that I'm sorry and I hope that you can forgive me."

As prim and proper as my mom is, she cast it all aside and sat down on the bed of straw alongside of me. She even told me to 'sit' which I did in a timely and proper manner. Did I ever tell you just how beautiful my mother is? She has to be the prettiest girl in the world.

"John Henry you look well. I can't say that I agree with all of your rings and things but you look nice nonetheless. I had a hard time comprehending the photographs your father and uncle had sent me in the beginning; but now that I'm here, I don't think you look bad at all without any hair. It reminds me so much of when you were a baby. I want you to know that I haven't watched all of the video that your uncle has sent to me, but I have watched every piece of the ones from your father. I'm sorry that he has made you suffer so much. I didn't like it when I saw you crying and all."

Well, with that said, I began to feel even better yet. Now I knew that this isn't the first time she's seen me in such a fashion. I decided that perhaps since she is my mom that I should look at her while she speaks to me; you know, we were all taught to look at our parents when they spoke to us. It sure as hell can't result in me getting anymore of a punishment session.

Mom quite casually put one of her hands on my bare leg, which was something that she always used to do, right before she began to say something which was always of a serious nature. "John Henry, I'm so glad that your friend Alan and his mother came along with me. I don't think that I could have done it without their help (her normal way of 'breaking the ice'). I never knew about your father's school and of all the men he has converted into worthwhile slaves. I did, however, have my doubts about your sexual orientation. You just used to do some of the 'girlie' things when you were growing up that I suspected you to be gay, just like your uncle. I'll never know why I was so damn upset with him either; except for my own sheer stupidity. If we had been a better set of parents to you, I'm sure that your father and I would have been able to understand you better and none of this would have happened."

Oh great, I'm getting one of her infamous talks on how they failed me as parents. I'm not surprised at all, that she is enduring a serious 'guilt trip'. I can't wait for round number two.

"The way the lawyers are explaining things to me, it's my understanding that you will remain enslaved until you turn twenty-one; and then you will be returned as a free man, unless either your Master or you decide that you must remain a slave. So if you feel comfortable being like you are, I'll support you in every way I can. I'm sure your father would just love to see you remain a slave, but there are some things that I'm going to discuss with you this weekend that will surely upset him to no end."

Okay, now she believes that I like being this way. It's one thing for me to be coming to terms with my own sexuality, but for mom to think I want to be a slave is beyond belief. What can I do, I have to sit hear and listen, like a good slave is supposed to do. I just can't jump up and hop into my car and drive over to a friends place; now can I?

"I don't want to alarm you, but what has been going on over the last month has taken a toll on me also. I'm not getting much sleep, nor am I eating all that good."

FINALLY! Something that we have in common.

"Well, you remember that slave over at Alan's house; the one that they called

their 'pool boy'? Well, they loaned him to me two weeks ago, just so I could get used to being around a naked man all the time. I think it has helped me to the point where I'm not even nervous being so close to you, all naked and things. Well, as you know, our home isn't set up for slaves and I had to have a contractor come over and install a large ring in the kitchen wall; where each night I have to chain and padlock the slave. During the day he is free to do his chores without being chained up but at night I have to lock him in for the night. Alan's dad says that they usually keep him in a steel cage at night, but I didn't want to spend that kind of money unless in time we get our own slaves."

All right MOM! For eighteen plus years she was dead set against having slaves in the house and after I'm gone she gets one to help her out and she even chains him up at night. AND if that isn't bad enough, it is the slave that Alan uses all the time for his sexual needs. Lord above, what is happening to the mother who I had hoped and prayed would get me the fuck out of this mess. I ain't smelling any roses just yet MA!

"And you see son, with the house and the business that I'm getting from the divorce, we'll be set for life financially. Well, that is I'll be set for life. Your father is keeping his one vessel and his school and I get all the rest

including twenty percent of the available cash in the bank account. The attorneys and Alan's father have been most helpful; expensive but helpful. I'm going to continue putting money into your personal account, just like always; just in case you decide on your twenty first birthday if you want to come home and work along side me. I think, after nineteen years it is already just about ready to reach a million dollars, but don't hold me to it; you know how bad I am at finance and money."

So your attorneys are 'helping' you. Sure they are. They are helping themselves to a bunch of your money. Attorneys are like buzzards on top of road kill Armadillo.

"But anyway, that's enough about me for now. I'm just so excited to see you that I don't know what to say next. Did you know that for years and years your father wanted me to put my lips around his penis? He said it was the proper thing to do. I never did it of course, but now that I've watched you, how do you say, 'sucking cock', I can see why men like it so much. Sure is a lot of moaning and groaning going on with 'sucking cock'. Your father never moaned like those guys did, when he was having sex with me. I guess sex with a man is so much more, how do they put it; well it's primitive yet it's proper to have sex among men, especially with a slave. I never knew that they have certain classifications of slaves. It surprised me to no end that you want to be a sex slave instead of a worker slave. I'd hoped that you would have wanted to go out in the world and work as a slave rather than just have sex most of the time. Isn't there something wrong or at least odd about having a slave around just for personal use, like for sex and 'cock sucking'. I guess your father was right about a few things, like he always told me that unless you went off to college; that you'd end up hanging around doing nothing that amounted to much except for having sex. I'm still not sure he is right, but only time will tell. You've got a couple more years to mess around before you have to make a life changing decision."

MOM! What on earth has happened here. Like hello, did I ask to look like this, be treated this way. I wish I could get a word in here, but she hasn't permitted me to speak yet, so I'm just bidding my time until she does. Someone is or has filled her head with a lot of notions that I'm really doing most of this now on my own accord. At least she knows that dad is responsible for my enslavement, but doesn't she understand that I don't have any choice on what happens to my brain, body and soul. I knew she was naïve; that's why I got away with so much at home. That's why I always went to her for anything. Now look at me! Mom still hasn't come to realize that I played her like a fool, for everything I got, everything I own and everything I did. Surely, after a month of this crap she would come to realize that dad has also played on her unwillingness to accept so many different worldly ways. One might say that 'what goes around, comes around'; and now it has come full circle and fucked me right in my own damn ass!"

"Well, John Henry, if you don't mind I'm going to call for Mr. Shaun. Your uncle said that when we were finished talking I was to call for him. We can talk much more later on, as I'm here until tomorrow night."

Mom stood up and brushed the flecks of straw from her pretty clothes. She looks so beautiful, yet I can't understand why she hasn't come to grips with reality. I'm her son, I'm her enslaved son and she seems to be accepting it like it was 'normal' for some sons to be enslaved until they turned twenty-one. I'm thinking that she's thinking it has something to do with gay guys. God help me.

Mom called out rather loudly, for Shaun, who came in right away. Alan also appeared to come in moments after Shaun. Alan handed my mother what looked like

a mixed drink; which she, as always, sipped very 'lady like'.

"Now remember John Henry, we'll talk more either tonight or tomorrow. You behave yourself, like I know you know how to." Mom stood there watching as Shaun put me onto my back. The two leashes were removed from my balls, and mom still continued to watch. The heavy chain was attached to my collar, as well as chains to my extremities; which when done left me spread eagled out on the straw covered floor, and mom was still watching.

A lighter weight chain was lowered down from the ceiling and was attached to the Prince Albert; which left my thing standing straight up into the air. Mom was still watching.

Thankfully, Master came in and escorted mom out of the stall and back outside to join Alan's mom. I didn't know what was happening; as I'd not been bound in this manner, at least not here in my stall. Shaun left, leaving only Alan in the stall with me. His eyes looked sad, as if to say something bad had happened or was about to happen.

Alan slowly walked over to me and knelt beside my face, only to say; I'm sorry but I had to tell the truth.

To Be Continued...

Just three more chapters remain in this story, which will be posted this week. Our latest story won't appear on Nifty until it has been completely posted to our own group....

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