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Sail Away Chapter Five
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I continued, in silence, struggling with my thoughts, feelings and emotions. I knew that this was all some sadistic adventure my father wanted me to experience, perhaps in retribution for me being so pampered and what he had always perceived as me being a momma's boy.
The loud sounds of men speaking got my attention real quick. Two of the voices belonged to Jordan and Daniel; but I was unsure of who the third voice was. I seemed as if their conversation was one of disagreement and dissention. As the voices got nearer, I began to once again feel fear and anguish.
What sounded like skin hitting skin, followed by a couple of weird sounds; I knew that all was not well. After a momentary silence, Jordan, Daniel and the
Captain entered the room. Jordan looked as if he had tears in his eyes, along with a faint shade of red on the right side of his face. Daniel and Jordan stood motionless as the Captain made his way to me. He was much more menacing looking now, than he did when I had met him upon my arrival. He didn't say a word to anyone, as he made a simple, non-descript inspection of my body. I was ever so thankful that he hadn't touched my new body piercings. My eyes followed him the best they could. He had that look of authority that was almost frightening, which sent shivers coursing through my body. I watched as he moved away, followed by Daniel; as he rummaged through the box of items, handing one of them to Daniel. My eyes focused on Jordan for a moment, seeing the look of shame and fear on his face. Had I been in the upright position, I could have seen more of him and the others.
The captain once again approached my body, standing by my side, more towards my waist than my head. Daniel approached and stood between my outstretched legs. His left hand held something metallic and quite shiny. It is really hard for me to explain what it looked like in the beginning; except to say that it appeared as if this metal thing was curved, in one piece, yet had four distinct ends, had two O rings, and the metal was about an inch wide. That's all I saw, as Daniel made a simple, distinct sentence directed right at me. "Once this is on, it will not come off unless someone cuts it off." While looking at Daniel, my eye caught the Captain give a simple single nod of his head.
Daniel lifted my nuts gently and in seconds I could feel the cold metal touching my nutsack. Daniel manipulated my sac and balls for a time, and I was almost thinking that he was about to castrate me. I could tell that he was pulling my nuts down as far as he could get them; then I heard a faint 'click', as apparently Daniel had joined two of the ends together. Daniel then began to rub his thumb and index finger between my two nuts; causing me some mild discomfort. Another feeling of the cold steel between my two balls and the 'click' of metal once again, brought pain shooting up into my abdomen. The metal soon began to take on the same temperature of my body; the longer it stayed in place. I couldn't see what Daniel was doing now, but whatever it was, had something to do with my nuts. I did, however, catch a glimpse of the rope which he'd used previously on my nipples. I felt the rope being pulled, again, through the space between my big toe and the adjoining one. Daniel tossed his head from left to right and Jordan moved to join him, with Daniel stepping aside, allowing Jordan to stand where he had. Daniel disappeared for a moment and returned, standing alongside me opposite the Captain.
Daniel nodded his head, as he looked at Jordan. Jordan took a quick glance in my direction before he lowered his head. The next thing I knew, my balls were being pulled further and further away from my body. I began to sweat, long before I started screaming through my mouth gag. I was unaware at the time, just what Daniel and Jordan were doing; but no matter what it was, it hurt like hell. I could see the Captain, each passing moment allowing his face to broaden its' grin. Daniel held up the item he'd shown me earlier, the one with all the different lengths of steel sharp spikes. He immersed himself with his task of attaching it beneath my balls and around the base of my cock, once again closing the two ends with the familiar sound of the 'click'. The weight of the steel was now more evident than ever, as Jordan slowly released his grip on the two ropes. Again, Daniel put the mirror up so I could see what he'd just accomplished. My balls were now kept separate by the steel band running between them, the other steel band was directly above them; keeping them forced into the bottom of their skin sac. The last item was like nothing I'd seen before. It lifted my balls and cock away from my body, almost giving the appearance that my cock was semi-erect. The steel spikes looked menacing to say the least.
"When the 'boy' stands up, those pretty little spikes will keep him walking a
little different than he's used to, that's for sure", said the Captain. "The
only time he'll not feel them is when he is like this or lying flat." Now I began to realize, as dumb as I may seem, that this was all too real. "I'll leave you to his last two piercings. I'm not in any mood to hear any screaming today." The Captain said as he rapidly departed. What they didn't tell me, or say, was that the sharp spikes; when struck firmly with a small hammer would snap off of the cock ring smoothly, which in time would be the case,, whew.
Daniel sent Jordan out to retrieve the noon meal for the three of us. With Jordan gone, Daniel made use of the time to tell me a lot more about the shipping company, and their 'sometimes' valuable cargo. I was never more joyful to find out that he hadn't a clue as to who I really was. I was able to learn much, but how I could use such information would have to wait.
"You see, 'boy', the shipping company has slaves from time to time working on
board. Sometimes, such as in your case, the owner will acquire a slave; and sell or auction him off. I'm guessing that your owner is the owner of the company, as you've been well treated so far. And, since it appears that you are
not sexually active with other males, your owner is expecting to get quite a
fancy sum of money for you. Your pink shorts, leash and soon to be other pink attire, indicates to the world market that you are a virgin, both orally and anally. In some of the ports we stop, someone like you could bring the owner as much as three quarters of a million dollars. I hear you'll be with us, until you are sold; just like Jordan is, except that he is very gay and as you can tell he likes to submit to authority. So far, no one has placed a bid on Jordan, but someone, in time, will buy him. His ass was well used before he came to us, so I'm guessing that perhaps is the main reason nobody has bought him yet. Although I'm shocked, as most of the places we go to, you'd think that they'd love to get their hands on and cocks into a pretty white boy like him. Then too, once a slave is sold, the owner gives us all a nice bonus and I get a little extra because of all the work that I do on this ship. Ever since slavery became legal again, most slaves are used as labor slaves or simply used by some sicko sadist until he buries them. But once you're sold, your new owner can do whatever he wants to do with you; and nobody will care less if you expire."
Daniel continued to hover over me briefly, while I digested what he'd just said to me. If, what he was saying, was true; then my dad is responsible for me being in this situation. I had a difficult time believing him, at first; but when I thought about all the times that my parents were at odds with each other, over me, I began to think that everything Daniel had said was the truth. I'm not twenty-one yet, so my parents can do with me, what they want; that is as far as enslaving me... but, why would my father go to such extremes? I had to find out more, if at all possible, and I had to find out fast. I'd bide my time, until tonight when I would have my allotted time to speak, without fearing punishment. I'd have to ask questions, without giving myself up or allowing them to become suspicious of me. Perhaps I could find a collaborator, such as Jordan.
My jaw and whole face hurt when my mouth gag was removed for lunch. It took a
minute or two for me to actually get my mouth working again. Jordan unbuckled my right hand, in order that I may feed myself. The food was really good, considering this was a cargo vessel. I never would have thought that food on a
ship like this would taste like a five star restaurant. My joy was short lived when I was informed that starting tomorrow, I'd not be eating such food; but rather food befit for a slave.
I knew that after the meal, Daniel was going to finish my body piercings. There was no way out of it. I'd heard some of the guys at school talk about their tongue piercings, so I wasn't too worried about that one; but the thick ring in my cock was another story. The drugs which Daniel had given me early on, had worn off and I was nearly certain that this time I wasn't going to be getting any of the pain numbing drug.
Jordan removed all the meal trays and left the room to Daniel and myself. Without so much as a warning, the clamp went on my tongue, the needle went through and the jewelry was put in place. The pain was short lived, as expected; now to await the last needle.
Cool antiseptic was generously applied to my dick head, a metal tube was shoved down my piss slit and then the needle was pushed through the bottom of my cock until he found its' way to the metal tube. The pain was immense and the amount of blood worried me. Daniel told me that the blood flow would subside, but to expect a bloody cock for about a day. Daniel slid the ring through my piss slit, through the new hole and using some strange looking pliers closed the circle with a rather large stainless steel ball. When Daniel was done, he simply dropped my cock and the sheer weight of the ring and ball caused my dick to drop like a rock. It made a distinctive sound when the Prince Albert clanked against the steel that was now separating and stretching my nuts. By the time Jordan returned, the ordeal was over with. Daniel gave Jordan some orders, after which he (Daniel) left the room. Jordan told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue, exposing my new jewelry. He told me that there were special solutions made for cleansing my piercings and that he would tend to them for the next five or six days; as I would be in no position to do so on my own.
So far my first day of 'employment' was a bust. I would have never thought that my life could have been turned upside down in less than a day; and I hadn't done anything to deserve any of this. My emotions were frayed, my physical appearance was changing rapidly and my brain was somewhere between heaven and hell. Before I knew it, Jordan began cranking the chair back into its normal upright position and bringing the arms and legs back to normal as well. Blood flowed so fast that I momentarily became light headed. With due warning from Jordan, he began to unfasten my restraints and remove my mouth gag. I hoped like hell that I would never again be gagged like that. Jordan helped me to stand, but the instant the sharp spikes dug into my skin, I quickly moved my legs apart and stood my erect. Jordan wanted to laugh out loud, but I feel that he still had a smattering of pity for me. After attaching a rather long leash to my collar, he led me slowly to the first of the three stairways which would take us up and eventually outside. It was a rather slow process, obviously, as the slightest miss-step would cause me to flinch from one or more of the spikes. If I didn't get this walking thing under control, my upper thighs would look like a pin cushion before days' end.
We no sooner made our way outside, the sun instantly beating down on us; when
Daniel came up behind Jordan and gave him a rather hard slap to the back of his head, saying "what the fuck is this? Where are the two things I told you this 'boy' needed? Get your ass back down below and get that shit up here on the double, unless you want your ass whipped again."
Jordan took off on a run, leaving me alone with Daniel. Daniel tugged on my leash and moved me a few feet before bringing me to a halt. "You need some sun 'boy'. You pansy assed lily white momma's boys are all the same. White ass and legs! That looks disgusting!" Daniel began to take photographs of my body with a small digital camera, telling me that the photos would end up on a website which announces slave auctions and shows in detail; most every angle of the slaves set to be auctioned off. Apparently, this would allow future owners to see if there was any male who might fit a specific need and the website also would indicate where the bidding would start.
Daniel was still photographing my body, more precisely my asshole; as he'd made me bend over and pull my cheeks apart, when Jordan returned out of breath. Daniel yelled at Jordan, adding insult to injury. The next thing I knew, Daniel had a large cow bell in his hand that he quickly snapped onto my freshly pierced cock head. "Now when you move about the ship, the crew will know it is you coming or going." Daniel laughed loudly, as he explained that I was the first ever, aboard this ship, to wear a large cow bell. My leash was removed, only to be replaced by yet another leash, all be it much more intricate. This leash had five clips on it. The first clip was attached to my pink collar. The next two clips attached to my two nipple rings and the last two clips were attached to the big rings beneath my new nut spreader/stretcher. Daniel made several adjustments on the leash and now the slightest tug on the leash would send instant commands to any of the attached areas of my body. Jordan was told to lead me around the stern section of the ship, thus allowing me to get some sun on the 'white' areas. Every step I made, the cow bell sounded. Each time the cow bell sounded, I could hear 'cat calls' and whistling in my direction. Apparently the crew was accustomed to seeing naked slaves, but none with a bell or a leash such as I had to wear.
I didn't think too much about what others were thinking or saying about me, at least not yet. I continued slowly behind Jordan, ever so carefully. I heard commotion and some yelps and screams as we neared the back end of the vessel. I wasn't really sure if I wanted to know or even see what the entire ruckus was about.
Far away, heading east, were my parents; aboard the company plane, and being catered to like royalty. My mom didn't have the slightest clue about what was happening to me. My dad apparently could fool her as well as he had done so with me. You might say that he was feeding her a line of bull shit a mile long. What neither my mom, nor I knew, at the time was that my father had this planned out for the last six months. He apparently even had several 'buyers' of slave flesh already lined up and chomping at the bit, to get a good look at me. But, he delighted in telling my mother that they could work on their marriage more now that I was away from home and working to support myself. I still can't figure out why he never told mom about owning slaves, and working them on the cargo ships. I suppose, knowing my dad, he never will tell her about the slaves he employs, let alone the slaves that somehow he has managed to acquire and sell off at a nice profit. I was certain though, of one thing, and that was; that for some reason I must have been a huge disappointment to my dad, for him to go through all of this... to get rid of me and to still make a profit from my disappearance. And time was on his side, as mom knew that I'd be gone for ten months; and surely he could find a buyer within that length of time.
As I walked past several crew members, who seemed intent on watching some perverted act taking place on the back of the ship, I was reminded that soon I would be in the same situation. Three naked men were laying face down over what looked like a steel frame. Their butts were higher than their heads and each of them had a hose going into their asses. Above the naked men was some sort of square, made of steel pipe, which was emitting a fine spray of water which kept the three men constantly drenched. Off to one side stood a man, whom I detected, must have been in control over the three others. "The men are getting their daily shower and ass cleaning", said Jordan. "They are assigned to the engine room and this is the only time that they are allowed out. They have to stay like this until they shit clear water and then they'll be returned to the engine room. They are slaves who work for the company and were bought many years ago when they were about your age. They have no outside contact with the world. They serve at the pleasure and for the amusement of Captain. After they are cleaned, the galley help comes out next and goes through the same procedures. After the galley help is finished Daniel will tend to your cleaning."
Jordan tugged on my leash and we set off towards the bow of the ship. He led me around so many cargo containers that had it not been for the ever looming bridge, I would have been lost. Twice I looked up at the bridge and both times I could see the Captain staring down at me. Many times I wanted so badly to speak, to say something to Jordan; as I'd wanted him to be someone I could count on to get me out of this mess. I knew that if I could talk to Jordan, I could make him understand the importance of helping me. I'd totally forgotten that he was gay and was aboard ship voluntarily. I just needed him to help me find a way out of this mess. My only concern was for my own welfare and nothing more. I had to 'go along' with these insane people until our first port of call; which, unfortunately was not until Friday, six days away. Like, how much worse could it get?
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