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Sail Away Chapter Fifty Three
The truck hadn't gotten to the main road and most of us had turned our backs on it. Mom seemed to be on a mission; heading straight for Mark. I crawled back over to where I had previously been, and Alan was right behind me.
The boys all cannonball their way into the pool; much to the dismay of Shaun. I could almost feel Shaun's anger towards Mark's brother, along with the two
Masters.
The butler went into the house as the housekeeper went about pouring all the free men a cool drink. Alan's mom was now sliding into the pool herself, easing up towards two of the teenagers. There's a word for women like her but it eludes my mind presently.
Mom was down on her knees, looking at the tattered and torn Mark; with both Masters now at her side. I could see their lips moving but I wasn't able to hear a single word.
"Well slave, you've had quite an educational morning." Alan said, breaking my
lack of respect for his presence. "Sir, yes Sir, quite the morning Sir, thank you Sir."
"I'm guessing that the kid will pay dearly for his actions, once he goes through the court system down here. But, he deserves everything he's got coming to him. I myself am learning that a slave needs certain discipline, but I would never do such an evil deed to a slave. You understand that don't you boy?"
"Sir, yes Sir"
"You've seen how I treated our pool boy, and he only got disciplined when dad
felt it necessary. But, if I'm to have my own 'personal' slave, dad said that I would have to take on the responsibility of the slaves discipline myself. Over the years dad has put together quite the dungeon down in the basement. He has even installed things like vacuum pumps and a milking machine, along with stocks and a wooden table, a cross and all kinds of implements of instruction. I think I'd make a good master, don't you boy?"
"SSSIR, yes Sir." I stuttered my answer.
"My slave will tend to every single one of my needs, bathing, pissing and wiping my ass after I shit. The slave will avail every single orifice of his body for my pleasure, amusement and sexual gratification. My slave will have to tend to the pool and all of the flowers and shrubs surrounding it. My personal slave, unlike the pool boy, will not be allowed to wear shorts or shoes. He will remain naked for all to see his perfection and his imperfections. He will not be expected to pleasure a female of the human race, as there are female slaves for just that purpose.
From time to time, I'll be taking a vacation and the slave will always accompany on such vacations, naked of course. I normally take my vacations aboard the family yacht three times a year, a month at a time. I never take vacations with my family; we only go on 'outings' together, at the most they are overnighters. Family vacations are for the less fortunate people, but I don't fault them, not at all.
My slave will serve at every function that I hold. Most of my friends are gay
and the slave shouldn't feel insecure when around any of them. My friends never bother a slave, unless they ask me first. I might even have a party once in awhile with those who I'd like to have as friends, but they are worldly 'straight' people.
And since this school is designed to train slaves exclusively for sexual positions in the world, I'm sure I'll be able to get a well trained, decent looking slave from here, wouldn't you think?"
"Sir, yes Sir," I answered, nearly choking on my words and fighting back emotions.
"One would suppose that in a week or so, the school will have a much broader selection from which one can choose a slave suited to his liking and such?"
"Sir, yes Sir."
"Wouldn't you think that a proper slave would like to spend his nights in a bed rather than on a hard, straw covered floor? A slave that would not only be cared for, but loved for who and what he is?" I couldn't answer the question. My eyes had betrayed me, and I found myself using my arm to wipe away beneath my nose ring. All I could do was to acknowledge Alan's questions with a simple nod of my head.
"You see over there, two slaves who have issues. One slave, the new boy, has been enslaved without the love and support of his own family. He cries out for love and understanding. The other slave simply craves a life of torture and
abuse. He thrives on being a good slave, but if he doesn't feel pain during the day, he feels like he has failed himself. I don't suppose he'll have trouble here, getting a daily dose of pain. I think the Headmaster has enough evil in him for at least thirty such slaves. And, I don't think the slave is capable of understanding the true meaning of love."
I was so ashamed of myself that my head hung down to my nipple line. How could I allow my emotions to grip me like they have? I'm kneeling in front of a free man and I can't even act like a proper slave. I'm useless, hopeless and fucking stupid. I had already counted three mistakes I'd made, and lord knows how many more I'm going to make before the weekend is over. The guilt was building up fast and all I could think about was getting back to the barn and withdrawing into my stall.
"And one of the most important things I'm going to look for in selecting a slave is his ability to express himself physically, emotionally and verbally. I need a slave that is going to respect me as his master, yet one that will have the capability to love me as well. I don't need another 'pool boy'. "
Still silent, not moving a muscle, I couldn't even think clearly. Alan scooted himself closer to the edge of his lounger and placed his arms around the back of my shoulders; pulling me into him.
"Geez, slave, what on earth has gotten you so upset? Surely it isn't something which I have said."
Alan's grip became one of compassion as he cradled my head next to his chest.
"If you must cry, do so; as I won't think the lesser of you for doing such. Let it out, whatever the tears are for; but know that I'm here for you anytime you feel the need for me."
I haven't a clue as to how long I cried, but long enough to soil Alan's shirt
which I thought, for sure would bring a severe punishment.
"Now then slave, have you anything to say to me?"
"Sir, this slave is sorry for acting and behaving like a sissy boy Sir."
"Nonsense slave, you've not demeaned yourself in the least. Your action or rather your reactions to the spoken words of a free man are most commendable. What say you and I go over and ease ourselves into the shallow end of the pool?"
"Sir, yes Sir, thank you so much Sir." I replied honestly and even remembered to kiss the man's shoes; since I'd forgotten to do that when I first noticed Alan earlier.
Alan leaned over a bit, allowing me to remove his pullover shirt, and after standing I was able to finish disrobing him. His body gleamed in the mid day sun, so much so that I caught myself staring at him. His smooth, hairless chest, his neatly trimmed armpits as well as his trimmed pubic area seemed to exude authority mixed with simple beauty.
After we had submerged our bodies in the warm water, Alan made his way over to his mother; whispering something to her, which brought a smile to her face. Alan returned to me and we both simply leaned against the side of the pool soaking away the events of last night and this morning.
During the time that Alan had been speaking with me, the housekeeper had busied herself with bringing out food for everyone, including the slaves. From where I was, it appeared that Mark had fallen asleep or was knocked out by whatever was in the syringe.
The boys scrambled out of the pool at the first mention of lunch. Master Doc made some sort of passing remark about the bottomless stomachs on the boys.
When everyone else, being free men, were eating; Jordan picked up two bowls off of the table and motioned for me to follow him. We ate alone, on the opposite side of the pool. The food was great as it always is when the housekeeper makes it. No sooner had I finished eating, and Jordan told me to follow him. I had a look of bewilderment on my face, so Jordan had to repeat himself; plus add the fact that we had permission to stand and walk.
I followed Jordan as he exited the pool area and soon after we'd gotten out of hearing range Jordan began to speak to me.
"This is one of those 'free times' that seem to have eluded us for days and days. So feel free to speak about anything that you want to. I have much to tell you too."
"This is great Jordan, how'd you arrange for 'free time' in the middle of the
day! Anyway I'm glad that we got it. Man oh man, Alan sure has his shit together. He's talking about getting another slave to replace the one his dad sent over to mom's place. He wants to get one from here when one is available. Pretty cool? And did you see how mom reacted towards me. Hell, I'd have thought that she would be pissed or something; but she ain't. It made me feel good to have her clean my rings and stuff. I bet slaves don't get their mom's doing stuff like that all the time. And Mark, what the fuck was his brother thinking! Now the judge is going to send him right back here and Shaun is going to beat the living breathe right outta his ass. I saw you with Master Doc and you looked so happy and all, so I guess you and him had a good week together.
You can't imagine how weird it is to sleep on a bed of straw by yourself. Every night, I waited for you to come but you never did, so I'm guessing your Master kept you in His bed and fucked you every night."
"Dang it all, slow down will ya!" Jordan said comically." Nothing but question after question, so how on earth do you expect me to remember them all. Let me start off by talking about Mark. I listened in while your mom and the Masters were talking. Your mom, well, she wants to take Mark home with her once the slaves body has healed. It won't fetch much money now that his skin is all
scarred and all, but your mom thought that since the boy didn't have his balls that he could replace the other slave. He'd been tending the pool and doing the shrub and flower thing just like your mom taught you how to do. I think, but I ain't sure, the slave at your house now will be sorta like an exchange for Mark; that way there won't be any money needing to be spent. You see, John Henry, by the time the court gets through with Mark's brother, they are also going to take Mark away legally from their family. So the parents won't have no kids to boss around and work their farm. That's what I call justice!
And tomorrow, according to my Master, we're getting four indentured males from the county courts. I guess the judge already knows them guys are going to be guilty and he's already made up his mind to send them here. So Shaun is really going to have his hands full; which in some ways is good. At least he won't be picking on you as much; which means that if you keep your nose clean you won't be getting anymore beatings on your feet and back. Yeah, I heard all about it. It wasn't so bad, was it?
Now then, I gotta talk serious to you; so listen up. My Master talked to me over the last few days, and he's wanting me to live in the main house with him. So I guess I won't be sleeping up at the barn with you, unless Master decides that he made a mistake. It's going to be just you and Mark, not counting the new guys. They are going to put you and Mark in the same stall, so that you can tend to his cuts and bruises while Shaun is busy with the others. But I'll be seeing you during the week and on weekends, if you're still here."
"What do you mean, 'IF I'M STILL HERE!' I shouted.
"Well, that's what I want to talk to you about also. Now mind you, this is only stuff that I heard this week and yesterday, so I can't say for certain.
It sounds like your Master has arranged to transfer his temporary ownership over to somebody else, BUT then you will be permanently enslaved and owned, till you turn twenty one. I thought perhaps it was your dad who was getting you back but it ain't. Then I tried to find out if your ma was getting you but she ain't. But, I knew you weren't going to Mark's place; as that would be a disaster. It ain't because your Master doesn't love you, because He does. I guess he seen how much love is in you and he don't have all the time to be with you to experience your love; so he's decided to allow you to have your happiness, but that ain't the same thing as having your worldly life back. He just wants what he thinks is in your best interest."
"Holy shit Jordan, what about how we feel towards each other? Doesn't that count for something? They gonna break us up just like that?" I was so mad that I stormed off, heading for the woods.
Jordan followed me, but not to close; as he wanted me to have a little time to myself. He finally caught up to me, about the time I'd gotten to a nice clearing surrounded by majestic trees. I sat on the ground and Jordan sat next to me; his arm wrapped over my shoulder. It didn't take long before he kissed me. I jerked backwards and refrained from returning his affection.
"Chill boy, chill out. Both of the Masters have given their permission for us to be together and I do mean 'together'; so chill, will ya."Jordan said through his laughter.
We wrapped our arms around each other and had one of the most memorable kisses that I'd ever had. Although my butt was aching from the corrective lessons from yesterday, it didn't seem to matter much any more. My emotions had gone from high, to low, and back to high throughout the day and I sometimes wonder if this was a test; or was this just part off me growing up and not being able to get things done my way.
Jordan's hands roamed over just about every inch of my body, and mine his. Our sexual excitement continued for quite some time. I even tasted Jordan's sperm and got a healthy dose of his piss. As much as I felt the need to have Jordan fuck me, I wasn't about to endanger either of us, skirting a severe punishment.
We started back, me not wanting to return to the main house, and Jordan wanting to see how Mark was doing. Jordan held tightly to my hand, as we walked slowly towards my new world. We talked about small stuff and we both cracked a few jokes along the way; but it didn't do me much good, as I could still hear the words of my mother and those of Alan. I was beginning to believe that I
was here on earth, enduring my last week of life. I couldn't possible go to some stranger, but I knew that just wasn't my decision. I began thinking about what Alan had said, combined that with what Jordan had told me and just about concluded that I would be heading back to the 'Big Apple' some time soon. I honest do love Alan. I love what he stands for, and I love him for standing up to the bullies in school who constantly used to tease him about being gay. I love him for being so open and honest with me; and I love him for the way he treats me, not to mention the great sex. But I was exhausted and I didn't want to THINK anymore today!
Once back inside the pool enclosure, everybody seemed to be having a great time. The boys were either in the pool or running around the perimeter of it playing some sort of strange 'redneck' game. The adults and free men were all grouped around the food table, apparently having a bit of dessert along with what looked like a nice glass of wine. I'd take the dessert but you can have the wine, I thought to myself.
Mom noticed our entrance and came over to me, taking me aside. "Did you two have a nice chat?"
"Yes, we did ma'am." I responded
"I never gave you much opportunity to say what was on your mind, so use the time now to say whatever you feel the need to say, son."
"Ma'am, well ma'am; I have much on my mind. First I'd like to thank you for coming all this way to see this slave. This slave has enjoyed the visit very much and hopes that other visits can be arranged. I'd also like to thank you for the attention which you've given to the new slave Mark."
"Well, son, he does need a considerable amount of attention. His brother acted like a beast, which was uncalled for."
"And mom, I'd like to thank you for tending to my body rings and bars; that was most kind of you to help out like that. And I hope that you found my attentiveness towards Alan acceptable for a slave such as myself. I'm improving on the needed skills each and every day; honest mom, I'm working harder than ever to prove myself worthy to be called a slave."
"Yes John Henry, I can see that; and you seem happy amongst all of these males and the other slaves. You apparently need the guidance which your father and I could never seem to give you."
"And ma'am, I just want to say that I'm sorry if I've caused you any anguish over the years. I apologize for any transgressions for which I was at fault."
"John Henry, there's no need to apologize. You grew up just like any other child. I just wished we as a family could have talked more as a family. Not that things would have been any different, but at least we would have communicated better and more. Your uncle tells me that you've been communicating quite well since your arrival here, and I'm so proud of you for that. He tells me that you've learned to communicate not only in word, but in other ways; which I suppose is commendable."
Ok, there I've said what I need to say to mom, now I feel a tad better; even though I know that she is still clueless. She is an okay mom, but since you grew up a spoiled little girl, she really never got much opportunity to express herself all that much. You know how it is, growing up around cooks, maids, housekeepers, butlers, chauffeurs; you never get an opportunity to express the real you. Gee, does that sound familiar or what!
I suppose I could worm myself into mom just a bit more, cry a lot and tell her that I want to come home, etc, etc; but I'm not going to do that. I need to
prove to myself that I can work out my own problems. Besides, I have my own set of goals to achieve, and the only way I can accomplish them is to do them
myself.
But the main thing, here, is that mom knows how I feel now. She accepts me for who and what I am now. Not that she is the brightest bulb in the pack, but at least she has a small grasp of the situation. I think the main thing was that I didn't mention anything about dad, which just might have triggered a confrontation. I may not like what dad did, the way he did it, the total humiliation he caused; but he's my dad and I still love him.
"Well John Henry, you've given me quite a lot of your feelings and understandings. I'm thankful to you, for that. It seems that you've grown up so much over the last four or five weeks, that at times I don't think you are the same boy I raised. You know I will always love you regardless. It's nearing time for us to leave, and I haven't yet packed my bag, but I'll say my good-byes to
you before I go."
Mom just turned around and headed towards the house, to pack her bag. You know, maybe mom IS right. Maybe I have grown up a lot. Hell, I'm on my knees talking to her and I could have used the situation to beg and plead with her to take me home. Thankfully, I was weighing all the pros and con's before I spoke with her.
Alan saw mom enter the house and I suppose he thought it was his turn. I watched him, as he slowly and deliberately made his way over, standing tall, directly in front of me.
"Slave, I just want to take a minute to say that I truly enjoyed the weekend.
You have made the visit well worth it."
Just as Alan was starting his next sentence, being the good slave that I am; I leaned in and took hold of his zipper with my teeth. I think that I surprised him with my actions. "I'm glad to see that you're whip marks and the few cuts are healing nicely and I'm sure they won't be leaving any last scars. To bad about that other slave, as I'm positive that he'll have a few marks to remind him of his beating. I just want you to know that I'm proud and excited. You've shown me, just how much you've learned, how much you've accepted your sexual orientation, how much you desire to become a better slave."
All I could think of at the moment was how good Alan's cock tasted, not to mention the scent of his manliness. I didn't care who was watching, but I HAD to let Alan know just how much I love him. I loved the feeling of his hands holding the back of my head as I bobbed up and down on his rigid pole.
"This won't be the last visit, for sure. I'm positive that I'll be returning before you know it. I'm proud of the way in which you've grown into your responsibilities as a slave. With more training and discipline, any man would be crazy not to think that the slave wasn't the best slave in the world. You've done yourself proud. Now I must go and pack, but I'll be sure and say good-bye before I go."
Alan shoved my mouth down the entire length of his cock and exploded in gargantuan proportion. I do indeed love this man. I love everything about him. I didn't want to think; how things might have been had I recognized my true self
years ago.
He tucked his cock back behind those cute undies he wears and zipped up. He leaned down, raised my head and gave me a wonderful kiss. I'm one hundred percent sure that everyone saw me sucking Alan's cock and they had to witness the passionate kiss as well. I'm sure that Master was pleased, that I responded like a good slave. I kissed his feet, just before he moved away.
I turned to watch Alan walk into the house. His departure was going to be nothing shy of total heart break. I just knew that I was honestly going to miss him. I wished he could have stayed here longer, thus, allowing me to better understand him. Right about now, all I could think of was that, life just isn't fair, not at all.
The boys pulled on their shirts and shorts, as Alan's mom went inside. Master
Doc was instructing them about something; which I soon discovered was how to
pick Mark up and to take him downstairs to the studio bed. Master Doc, Shaun and Jordan followed the boys as they made an easy job of carrying the still unconscious Mark downstairs.
I had expected, foolishly, for Master to come over; or at least beckon my presence. All that was going on now was the butler and housekeeper doing their normal tidying up and straightening of the lounge chairs. The concrete and stone pool deck was beginning to play havoc on my knees, but somehow I forced myself to endure the discomfort. As the boys began to filter back outside, the familiar sounds of the 'family'
vehicles could be heard coming closer and closer. Such impeccable timing. Master called each of them over, the same as last week, and handed each of them their own envelope. Giving Master a hug and peck on His cheek they scampered out the gate; only now, more anxious than ever for next weekend to arrive.
Shaun came out with Jordan, and it didn't take but a minute before he was telling Jordan to take the cart back up to the barn, clean the cart and the carriage whip; all to be completed before the supper hour. Shaun and my Master conversed for sometime afterwards; with each of them intently watching me simply kneel; waiting for me to screw up or something, was all I could imagine.
Mom, Alan and Alan's mom came outside, all cleaned up and nicely clothed. Funny, isn't it; that when you haven't wore clothes for so long, that seeing others dressed in worldly fashion doesn't have much of an effect on you. Well, that is except if you were to see Alan, in the multitude of ways in which I saw him. The butler went quickly to take their small suitcases, thus freeing them up for their goodbyes.
Whoever said that "parting is such sorrow", wasn't kidding. Except for Alan's
mother, it was hard for me to say goodbye to mom and Alan. Alan was the last of the trio to say bye and it was hard for me as it was for him. At least I got another big hug and wet kiss from him before they all piled into the black SUV and began their journey 'home'.
Soon thereafter, Shaun left; heading for the barn, most likely to check on Jordan's work or worse. The housekeeper and her sidekick butler both went back inside the house; leaving just Master and me at the pool.
Master began moving towards me and instinctively I turned around and dropped my hands to the ground; raising my butt. My eyes flicked, as I watched His feet get closer and closer until He was standing directly behind me.
Master told me to turn and kneel, which I did quickly. I was eyeball to zipper and I was almost about to slide His zipper down; when He took hold of my head and raised it so that I was looking Him in the face.
"There will be plenty of time for that later slave. I just want you to know how proud I was of you today. Your manners and obedience to the worldly people was nearly without a flaw. I can only assume that the slave had a nice day, being with old friends and the female who carried his soul for nine months.
Now, since I've deliberately been absent from your week, we shall spend the remainder of the day together. So come, let's avail ourselves of the pool."
Before I could say my thanks, Master had twisted me around, pushed me forward
and carefully removed the butt plug.
I followed Master into the pool; where for whatever reason, He scooped me up and gave me a big hug and kiss. My feet weren't even touching the bottom of the pool as we continued to kiss, like two sex starved teenage lovers.
Master began to bounce me up and down, which sent waves of water up my open tunnel. The feeling and experience was exhilarating, to say the least. From being in a bear hug, to being picked up and sat down on the edge of the pool, legs and feet dangling in the water.
One of Master's hands began to work its way towards my tunnel, while the other hand was softly holding my thing, I placed my hands slightly behind myself for a little bit of security and balance as I didn't want to fall backwards. Before I knew it, Master had three fingers inside of me and His tongue was flicking the tip of my cock. The combination of the two, sent bolts of passion throughout every part of my body. His fingers were working their magic, as they'd found my 'hard spot', and Master's tongue was invading the piss slit. Even though I knew Master loved me so, I'd never seen Him in such a passionate mood. But when two people love each other, there doesn't have to be a continuous flow of sex just to maintain the relationship, does it. Master's free hand was now twinking each and every one of my genital piercings; which further indicated that they were pleasing to Him. His every move seemed to have been well thought out in advance; or perhaps it was simply from the years of experience Master had. Someday, some year, I too might be able to develop my senses and skills in the same manner.
The withdrawal of Master's fingers and the absence of His tongue on my thing signaled an end to the frenzy of passion. I soon found myself back in the water; my balls and thing struggling against the need to spew forth another emission.
"Now slave," Master whispered in my ear; "I feel it is time for us to have our very own, 'free time'. I want you to tell me anything and everything that is currently on your mind and everything, including your feelings from the past two weeks or even the past four or five weeks. You need not fear a disciplinary session when it is just the two of us involved in a 'free time' exercise. This is the only way, or should I say one of the ways in which not only do YOU learn, but I too can learn from it as well."
The expression on my face must have been one of sheer terror, as Master had to reassure me that what was said wasn't going to equate in to a punishment; nor would our conversation go beyond just the two of us.
So, I began by thanking Master for his kindness. The water seemed to relax me
some; which made me feel my at ease with this 'free time'. I felt confident that if I started from the beginning; the day that I went aboard ship, that when it came time to express my inner most personal feelings and thoughts, Master would accept them more readily.
I hadn't realized that I had taken up most of the time, by being the one who was doing most of the talking. I hadn't even noticed that the sun was fading on the other side of the house, until the kitchen door opened up and the butler came out.
Our conversation stopped while the butler went around and lit the poolside lanterns which, added to the atmosphere, the kindred warmth of the moment.
"If you have more to talk about, perhaps we should continue the 'free time' later. It seems we've exhausted what is left of the afternoon and it must be nearing the dinner hour already," Master said in a hushed voice.
"Yes, Master, this slave was nearing the end of his thoughts but such thoughts are important for Master to hear. Later would be nice, if Master would be so kind as to continue later, Master."
"Excellent" Master said with a smile, "I've enjoyed every minute of our chat and it would be negligent on my part not to allow the slave to finish his thoughts."
I was almost feeling as if a mountain had been lifted from my body, as Master
then informed me that he would inform Master Doc, that Jordan and me would be allowed 'free time' until AFTER supper. YIKES, how nice is that?!
The rest of the afternoon and early part of the evening was sheer bliss. I knew that this sort of activity wasn't going to be allowed every weekend. It must have been some sort of special occasion or something which I wasn't aware of.
The butler came out with a tray of cold drinks, and a pretty plate of healthy
snacks. Master Doc and Jordan emerged from the house shortly thereafter and the two of them were quick to join us in the pool. They were informed of the slaves 'free time' which allowed Jordan and me to horse around like two little school kids.
Both of the Masters watched intently as their two slaves frolicked in water; seeming content that we had earned such a play time. Moments later, Shaun came in and took a seat by the table which had the drinks and snacks. Master climbed out and spoke to him about the current activities to which Shaun apparently agreed with. In like fashion, Shaun was eager to slip out of his clothes and join everyone in the pool. He was more intent on being able to swim laps at the moment than to do anything else. I couldn't believe, in my wildest imagination that Shaun had EVER had a polite side.
Shaun had to come up to me and Jordan, telling us it was time to climb from the pool and enjoy the cold drinks while they were still cold. Jordan and I looked around for our bowls but none were found. We had to, as a slave should, take our sodas to the other side of the pool and drink them straight from the can. Now that sure seemed weird; to drink a soda right from the can.
Jordan and I talked a lot about Mark, as Jordan had spent most of his afternoon with him, and I brought up the subject of Shaun and how he seemed different now. Jordan assured me that Shaun was just 'following orders to be nice'; and that after the customary weekend get together Shaun would be back to his 'normal' self.
Dinner arrived and the two of us had every intention of eating by ourselves; but were surprised to be told that we could sit on the pool deck by our Masters and eat. Hell, we even had plates, but no forks or nothing. I guess you'd call it 'finger food' for supper; as it consisted of BBQ ribs, corn on the cob, homemade rolls, and salad. The salad was a bit messy but what more could one ask for. At least everything we ate was healthy and from what we were told, it had all be raised or grown by some of the families of the five teenagers.
I found it amazing how much one learns while sitting in silence. Tomorrow, Monday, Master had to go into town for the court appearance of Mark's brother and Master knew that the confrontation with the family wasn't going to go very
well either. Shaun had even brought up the possibility that if Mark's father
raised a ruckus right there in the court room, in front of the judge, that he too might find himself in a heap of trouble; and I wondered if Shaun really
meant a 'heap of straw'.
Master Doc was going to have a full day at the clinic, as is usual for a Monday but he'd try to leave early if at all possible. That meant that Shaun would be in complete control over all of the slaves, us and the new arrivals. Hope beyond hope that Master wouldn't be stuck in the court house all day; was all I could think of.
Shaun excused himself for the night, as he expected to be quite busy tomorrow
and wanted to get a good night's sleep. I had expected to be sent to the barn, but was surprised to learn that I'd once again be sleeping in the main house.
All four of us went downstairs to check on Mark, but the 'free time' had expired and Jordan and I crawled the entire way, like the good slaves that we are.
The housekeeper was there tending the boys skin, as Mark was awake and had just finished eating a good meal. She brought Master up to speed on Mark's treatments and left thereafter.
After both Masters had inspected Mark, Jordan and I were allowed to see him also. He was laying on his side, with only one ankle restraint in use; locked to the bed frame. I saw his back up close and it made my stomach churn; but knew that in time all would be all good once again. I listened as Master explains to me how I was to clean and cover the skin, to prevent infections and promote rapid healing. I was the first of, and actually the only one to give Mark a rather gentle peck on his forehead before leaving. I'm thinking that it may just allow Mark the comfort to know that at least one person around here has his best interest at heart.
Jordan and Master Doc went up the front stairs as we went up the back staircase. I knew that we were going into Master's private bedroom, the one so large and opulent that it would be the envy of the high and mighty rich folks back
home.
Our bathing routine was identical to last weeks, which was still one of the highlights of being alone with Master. During the early part of the evening, Master and I just seemed to want to snuggle against one an other; which in itself was wonderful.
Master finally decided that I needed to be fucked, although I had had a lot of sex already in just one day; but I wasn't about to say no. Master's motions, words, and his soft touch against my body was all that was needed for me to
explode all over my stomach and chest. How much more can I possibly describe my feelings towards my Master? He's simply the greatest grown man that I know.
And true to His word he allowed me time to finish up speaking about my personal feelings. I'm pretty sure that Master was impressed with the way in which I had carefully worded every sentence. I was hoping that I didn't leave anything out and that I was able to convey every miniscule thought, feeling and emotion.
We both slept like babies, but this time Master allowed me to sleep in His bed; and not chained on the floor. Neither did we sleep in. Master actually had to nudge me awake. A quick trip to the bathroom and Master was dressed and heading down stairs, leaving me to do my own enema and shower. I must admit, that I took some liberties in the bathroom. I used up all the hot water while showering, as I didn't know when a shower like this would present itself again.
Jordan and I arrived in the kitchen about the same time, and I was pleased to
see my bowl had been set down on the floor. We ate in silence, knowing that the day was going to be a long one, leaving us much to think about.
By the time we'd gotten to the barn, Shaun was already preparing for his first batch of new arrivals. He seemed in high spirits. He allowed us to stand, while helping him set things up. I'm guessing that he had enough experience to
understand the immediate needs of the newly indentured.
We had hung four sets of chains, gotten out four sets of manacles with their own chains, four nasty looking mouth gags and two pair of scissors. Shaun had taken the time to strop his straight razor to a fine honed edge.
Then Shaun had us prepare the shower area, enabling two enemas to be done at the same time. After that we hastily dragged more chains into the stalls along with a galvanized bucket for each one as well.
Jordan and I worked well together; so well that I think Shaun was running out of things for us to do. I did, however, locate the cot that Alan had used and carried it into my stall, knowing that Mark would perhaps be transferred to the barn if his cuts were healing properly.
We didn't have to long to dilly-dally around; as the prisoner transport van came rumbling down the dirt lane. What a mess these guys were. I didn't even want to know what they'd done to get arrested for in the first place. They all looked like they'd just crawled out from under a rock. Nasty clothes, smelly, unshaven, yellow teeth; just to name a few. Their only saving grace; that once they got properly outfitted, I'm thinking that they would look a hundred percent better.
The two guards that accompanied the prisoners, now indentured slaves, helped Shaun to get their ankle cuffs and chains put on. As the two guards stood idly by, Shaun gave the slaves 'his' welcome speech. I think he impressed all of them, especially when he came to the part about not having handcuffs on. To
emphasize his point, Shaun quickly produced his slave prod and nailed the slave closest to him. The slave fell to the ground, rolling around as if he was doing the 'stop and drop' fire extinguishment method.
The two guards were given the honor of installing the mouth gags. I'm pretty sure the guards said something to Shaun about this being their first time at a slave training center; which if you'd ask me, only heightened Shaun's ego that much more. What was nice of Shaun was the fact that he invited the guards to stay for a while, if they wanted and had the time. Needless to say, they wanted to stay.
Jordan and I were ordered to remove the slaves boots, socks and the rest of their clothing. I had to actually breathe through my mouth, as their feet stunk so badly. With the help of the scissors they were all naked as a Jay Bird in no time at all.
I'd never seen such filthy bodies in all my short life, not to mention so much body hair; which some of it was even matted down like it was stuck on with glue. It was simply the awfullest sight I'd ever seen. I briefly thought that my morning meal would come up. Jordan quickly picked up all of the old clothes, boots too, and ran them outside; dumping them into a heap on the ground.
The men were quickly ushered into the shower area, two at a time. After the first two were clean, Shaun took them over to his 'prep area' which he'd set up for just such occasions; while the two guards stood watch over the last two
slaves. All four slaves were summarily attached to the chains over their heads and their feet were placed in spreader bars. Just the look on Shaun's face told Jordan and I that he was in his glory. He denuded the four men of all of their worldly body hair in under an hour. Now the slaves were starting to look like slaves.
Back into the shower area they all went; and two by two they all got their insides cleaned out. Shaun felt the need to perform the enemas by himself as if
to exude his authority of these slaves. I'm sure that the two guards hadn't seen anything like that, ever. Shaun was courteous enough to have a continuous flow of water going, keeping the waste products from accumulating; thus keeping the odor to a bare minimum.
After all of them had been hosed out, Jordan and myself had to scrub each one of them, with the bristle brushes; needless to say we sure did redden their skin. For some reason I had no sympathy for any of these men.
I had no idea that the state had rigid requirements for any and all slaves which went through the courts. The entire day was filled with things that I thought only a select few slaves had to go through.
Two of the guards, before leaving, left a large wooden crate with Shaun which I knew, by the wording on the outside, was for the four new slaves. No sooner had the guards left, and Shaun got into overdrive.
His voice got louder and considerably more vicious. For no apparent reason he
amused himself by prodding all of the slaves. It didn't seem to bother me as
much as I'd thought it would have; perhaps just because I'd been in the 'system' now or could it be that I was just thankful that the prod wasn't making contact with my own skin.
One by one, the slaves were violated with each of them receiving their own, very first butt plug. Watching that process made my own cheeks squeeze together; as I vividly remembered the first time that was done to me. OH WELL!
Then the group was herded back into Shaun's workspace and they began learning
all of the proper positions that a good slave must maintain. It was almost an identical replay of the very first video I' seen at dad's school. And to top it all off, Jordan had a rigid cock and mine was straining to become rock solid as well.
Can you just imagine what it looks like seeing four new slaves, chained naked, hairless and oh so vulnerable. Both Jordan and myself smiled to one another at the sight spread out before us. A couple of the new slaves even looked good enough to warrant a second, third and forth glance from me.
I could not even begin to think how much financial gain Master and Master Doc
were going to amass from being the state's first slave 'maintenance and training' facility. I only knew that it was going to be sizeable. Arkansas before now, had to ship it's indentured humans out of state but now it seems as if Master has paved the way for the state to save money, while He makes money.
OH! Did I fail to mention that the induction process, required by law, had to be filmed. Wouldn't you know it; the camera man was in a state of constant arousal. Just by being silent, listening to Shaun and the camera man talk back and forth; one sure can learn a lot more than expected.
Now I suppose you want to know what I learned. Well, first off, one of the requirements was that a copy of each slave's induction was to be sent to the courts. Another copy of the induction was to be kept, permanently, at the place
of induction and lastly; a copy of said induction was to be forwarded to each next of kin, of the aforementioned inductee.
The initial thoughts coursing through my head were mostly answered just by listening; as I'm sure Jordan was doing the same, just because that's the way he'd been ever since I'd met him.
Do you remember all of the trees and such that the workers were clearing? Well those locations are going to be where additional housing of slaves will occur. I can just see it now; a different slave each day, bound to the water wagon, getting all the attention he needs.
And one of the bigger questions in my young brain was just who the heck is going to be doing the training along with Shaun. Well, not to my surprise, I learned that the two oldest porno boys would begin working here just as soon as the ratio of slave to teacher was surpassed. Hum... I guess that the new teachers will finish their redneck education the good old fashion American way; Home Schooled.
The only job that Jordan and I had to do for the longest time was to make sure that we kept putting a pail under each of the slave's cocks so that if they had to piss, it wouldn't go onto the beautiful hardwood floor below. I even managed to cop a feel of each of their things; which surprisingly enough, when I grasp their thing they all tried in vain to back away. They'd learn soon enough not to be doing that.
I pretty sure that Shaun was in the best mood ever. He decidedly blurted out to his entire audience what procedures the court had directed the school to take on their first day.
Three of the four were going to get their foreskin removed; as the forth one was apparently clipped right after he was born. All four were going to have iron, not steel, collars and cuffs put in place. And, it is a state mandate that each and every slave; regardless of sex (male or female) have a snout ring installed.
Damn, this was going to be the highlight of my life; watching all this crap take place. Does it bring back unpleasant memories? Sure it does. Do I feel sad or repulsed by what these men have to go through? Hell no!
The new slaves seemed to be getting tired, just hanging by their wrists; as the noon meal hour approached. Shaun told them that they weren't getting fed until the evening meal in order to reduce the chance of nausea during ringing and their extensive examination by "THE DOCTOR".
I wasn't surprised either that both the housekeeper and the butler came up with the noon meal. How could the housekeeper keep herself away? I'd have thought she'd been here long before now. I was actually beginning to take a shine to her, as she was now the keeper of my meals.
The two free men ate a scrumptious looking lunch, while me and Jordan ate ours from a bowl right in front of the four newbies. However, I knew that the only food these new guys were going to get was nothing more than the prescribed slave chow. At least Jordan and I got leftovers from the day before.
Shaun told us to leave, with the butler and housekeeper, so that the two of us could bring Mark up to the slave barn. I'm positive that as we turned away
from the four slaves, they all got a good look at the size of my butt plug; not that I wanted to strike a cord of fear into them or anything like that.
We walked (waddled) behind the two and seemed to smile and nearly giggle almost the entire way back to the house. Mark was anxious to get off the bed and we quickly undid his ankle chain and helped him to his feet. The first minute or so Mark seemed quite 'lightheaded', so we both made sure that we had a good hold on him before we started up the stairs and back to the barn.
"We got company!" I said aloud.
"Heck no," replied Jordan, "That's just your Master's vehicle.
"How the heck do you know that?" I said with an inquisitive tone to my voice.
"God you really are dumb, aren't you!" Jordan jumped in. "What all do you think I was doing last week? Do you think I was having sex and getting my butt whipped all the fucking time? Hell no, not only did I tend the pool, weed the gardens and tend to the shrubs, but I had to keep both of our Masters vehicles clean every damn day; whether they used them or not. "
Now I felt like a dumb ass. I quickly made amends with Jordan; who laughed it
off as if it were nothing at all. Thank goodness for that.
Nearing the barn, another vehicle can down the lane, slowly and not making much of a dust cloud. Without asking, Jordan told me that the vehicle belonged to Master Doc.
By the time the three of us arrived at the slave barn, one of the slaves was already on the table getting his circumcision, and nose ring.
Master was glad to see us, and even helped us get Mark into our stall and onto the cot. Against all rules, Mark came right out and asked my Master, "Is it okay if I just sit here, or do I have to lay down."
Now if I talked that way, I would most assuredly set myself up for a whooping. But Master seemed genuinely to care and allowed Mark to sit on his cot; not that he could see much from there unless it passed right in front of our open entry way.
The now familiar screams from gagged mouths became more and more apparent as the four men suffered through some of their processing. "Damn, I almost forgot something," Master said in a rather serious voice. "You two slaves go out there and bring in the package from the trunk of my car."
Thankfully, Jordan already knew where the little button was under the dashboard and the trunk popped open. PACKAGE, MY ASS!!!
There hogtied in the trunk was Mark's brother. He had a wide piece of tape over his mouth; which helped to hold a rag in place. This was going to get even
better as the day wore on.
Jordan and I made damn sure that we came to a momentary stop in front of my stall, just to make sure that Mark got a good look at the 'package' we were carrying like a sack of cement. Mark sat straight up, amidst the soreness in his back and smiled from ear to ear.
Doing as ordered, we deposited the kid on the floor, next to the showers.
The arrival of the kid left the three adult free men talking up a storm. Not only did the kid get indentured, he got enslaved for life; just for being a shithead. And, as we listened, ever so intently, we learned that the boys' father had been charged with "contributing to the delinquency of a minor, involving an indentured male." Said charge, if found guilty would result in a minimum sentence of ten years hard labor at a place called The Morris School for Slaves. Shaun broke out into a fit of laughter that I felt sure he was going to piss himself.
At least the man wasn't going to be placed anywhere near the two teens that he once called 'sons'. And then Master was overheard saying something about 'from now on, Mondays will be the day that the court has set aside as indenturement day'. Thank God for that; as I think every one of the Masters, Shaun and the four new slaves will have more than enough to keep them on the go for the next seven days. I, basically, had already been assigned my task; taking care of Mark until he healed up some. In some ways I was thankful for the chance to tend to Mark's needs, and a few of his desires during the week.
I was disheartened just a bit when Master went into the stall and put a chain to Mark's ankle restraint, but I knew that such was a constant requirement when a slave is not assigned a specific task. Master even stood in front of Mark, and coached the slave on how to use his mouth and teeth to slide a zipper down; after which Master emptied his own bladder into the waiting mouth. I had to scoop up the urine soaked straw that fell prey to the overflow; as Mark still had much to learn.
For the next four days, I tended to Mark. Jordan assisted Shaun after he'd done his pool/garden chores. For four days, Mark received a less than normal routine of slave training from the Masters and Shaun. I'd overheard that come the weekend that he'd be getting a few more rings and things but I never once said anything to him about it.
When we were together, Jordan and I fed the slaves, bathed them, and we were even allowed to chain them all up and take them for a nice walk; allowing the
droves of construction workers to get a good view of them; knowing full well
that starting next week the slaves would be hauling water.
I never really saw to much of Mark's brother, except for the occasional passing coming or going to the showers. He didn't look the same as he once did; nor did he act the way he once acted. I never noticed him lifting his head, but that might just be due to the biggest iron collar known to man, around his neck. I couldn't figure out, at first, why the kid had a huge round ball of steel dangling from his balls but then I remembered my first acquaintance with my own sac stretcher. The oddest thing that Mark displayed was his butt plug. It was not only a sizable plug, but it also had the longest and prettiest tail, made from horse hairs. I can still see the expression on the kids face; when once in the shower room, Shaun said something to him about being a 'bitch'. The only true bitch that I know of is a female dog.
Master always found time for he and I to have a good, lengthy training session down in the studio. Jordan got to sleep every night in the main house, but I was glad to be of help to Mark each night.
By that Friday, the four slaves had learned a lot, and were now able to go most all day without their mouths being gagged. They crawled around all day, if they weren't out for their daily walk. They even cleaned the stalls and the main corridor of the barn every day; when they weren't in some sort of training with Shaun. Each and every one of them had welts, black and blue marks and a few miscellaneous cuts indicating that their training was going pretty darn good. Come Friday afternoon, the five teens arrived and were overjoyed with the new slaves. I wonder what the new slaves thought, when these teenagers began 'manhandling' them. I think that the youngest slave was around twenty years old; so I'm sure they all felt a bit embarrassed. OH WELL!
Friday night seemed to be the best of the week, when Jordan and I had an extended 'free time'; which apparently we had 'earned through diligence'. We strolled up to the edge of the tree line, kissing and tit nibbling for the longest time. Not once did we discuss ourselves or each other, although at times I wanted to.
Saturday morning, Mark was well enough to join us as we walked the slaves. We
conversed about Mark's brother most of the time; letting Mark know just what we knew about the kid. I knew, deep down, that Mark still loved his brother and yearned to see him. However, if I had had half a brain, I would have told Mark to be prepared to see him in a whole different way; if he dare to.
The further along the morning got; I began the dreadful ordeal of allowing my
brain to begin to process the entire week. Now that was exhausting! I was kind of expecting to hear word of or from mom or Alan. I knew that each of them had mentioned that they'd, 'see me soon'. I knew how I felt about all of them, including Jordan. I shouldn't have begun thinking, as each minute drove me into depression more and more. I listened all day long for the sounds of a vehicle to arrive; but that was not to be. I wanted to see Alan so bad, I could almost taste it. I had so much I need, wanted and desired to say to him. My stomach was in knots.
As the afternoon wore on, the four slaves were chained down for the rest of the day and night. Shaun had told us to get our 'faggot asses down to the pool' and off we went.
Once again the pool was made available to the five teens, and they did exactly that. The housekeeper and butler were doing the same routine as before; except this time we were having a BBQ.
Jordan and Mark went and sat at pool's edge, kicking their feet in the pristine water.
Master came over to me, and sat down. I was humbled that He felt the need to be near me, this time of day, and on a Saturday at that.
"You have had an exceptionally busy week slave, and you've proven to me that you continue striving to be the best." Master said, with a saddened tone in His voice; which really caught my attention. "I have considered all which you and I have spoken of during your 'free time'. I have also done a great deal of soul searching; trying to decide that which is best for you. I know how much you adore Jordan and how much you care about your friend Alan. Now, don't take this the wrong way, BUT, my only concern is that you are made to feel wanted, needed and desired. Jordan loves you more than anything else in the world. Alan loves you as do the housekeeper and the butler. You were brought here under some very strange and deliberate circumstances; which you had no choice in. But now, I, as your Master; am going to give you one opportunity to make a choice for yourself."
Masters voice became soft and subdued, as He raised my face to match his eyes. "There is much to tell you, if I'd desired to, but some things just aren't meant for a slave to hear, know or understand. I can say, without reservation, that your mother is content with her own situations, as is your father happy with his life. Now, I want you to tell me what you want. Tell me if you want to go live with your mother and be a slave at home. Tell me if you want to be Alan's slave; as I'm positive he's outlined what he desires, needs and wants; or would you rather be returned to your father, until your twenty first birthday.
Master sure does have a way with words. Yikes, maybe I told him to much, or maybe I failed to tell him enough. Or maybe, this was nothing more than a test, a joke or something else. No matter what it was, I was taking it very, very serious.
I took a lot of time; not necessarily to think of an answer; but HOW to answer the question. I didn't want to disappoint Master by saying something that would upset him, BUT the options given weren't exactly what I had in mind.
"Master," I had started, "If it pleases my Master, this slave has given thought to Master's spoken words and have come to a decision. Master this slave has pondered the options given, but, this slave cares not for any of them Master. This slave, Master, desires more than anything in the world to stay here as Master's slave."
I thought for sure that I'd said something that offended my Master. He abruptly stood up, like the towering pillar of strength that He is, and scooped me up into his arms. The last thing I saw before my head came to rest on His shoulder was the two tiny tears forming in his eyes.
THE END!!!
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