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Sail Away Chapter Six
I never could tell the time of day unless I was able to look at my watch, so being that I was in this god awful predicament time was beginning to become meaningless. However, I did know that we were heading south; as the sun was always on my left side; and if we were heading south, that too, would mean that
the further south we traveled the air would become cooler, as the summer in the northern hemisphere would mean the late fall once we passed the equator.
Jordan kept me walking around the huge cargo containers, for what seemed hours. My pale skin was turning pink, as the cow bell kept me aware of my situation. I kept trying to find ways to talk to Jordan but none seemed feasible, unless I dare risk the punishment that I would incur should I be found to be talking. On many occasions, some of the ship's crew would come by; checking the containers, but I think they just enjoyed slapping my ass and taking the time to speak with Jordan. One or two of them even managed to stir my anger by yanking on the leash, causing my fresh piercing's to signal pain. Their conversations with Jordan were all about me. It appears that they were hoping that I wouldn't be sold or auctioned off to soon; as they all wanted to be the first one to poke their cock up my ass. If that was the case, and from what I'd already learned, the first two or three ports are going to be the best places to sell me off as a 'virgin'; and if I was still aboard ship after that, the crew had ways to decide who would take my 'cherry' first. I'm positive, now, that what Jordan is going through cements my conclusions as fact. He has been on one full journey aboard this vessel and he's still here; and the crew apparently gets to fuck him just about anytime they have available; that is, unless the Captain has his eyes set on fucking Jordan.
Jordan broke our routine, leading me towards the stern. I knew that Daniel would be there waiting for us; and I wasn't wrong. Jordan handed the leash over to Daniel, who led me to the metal frame device. I coaxed me to spread my legs even further apart, as he guided me over the frame. His commands were soft spoken ones, as he really had no reason to yell at me. Once I was in the proper position, over the frame; Daniel had me lean forward so my chest was flat
against the widest part of the contraption. He then proceeded to lift my legs, one by one, and place them on would I might describe as some kind of knee support; which caused my exposed butt to be higher than my head. His snappy commands to Jordan, soon had my limbs and chest secured to this frame device. The only bad part about this device was that there wasn't any support for my head; which just hung face down, staring at the ships deck.
Daniel began speaking to me, but I was unable to see what he was talking about; however, I did know that I wasn't going to be pleasant, because Jordan was told to stand directly in front of my body and place his hands on my upper back. I'm sure that if I'd raised my head, I would have been starring directly into the slave's cloth covered crotch.
As I felt a coolness from something moist touch my butthole, I tried to concentrate on what Daniel was saying to me. "Now 'boy', I'm going to start your cleaning process. I'm about to put a small hose up your ass and then you'll feel your insides stretch; as I must inflate a balloon to keep the hose from sliding out. The hose will work its way deeper and deeper inside you, until think your guts are going to bust. I'm going to give you a nice warm and medicated enema, this time, so you'll not be feeling too much discomfort. But after today, you'll be expected to take your daily cleaning like a true slave. Any bitching or moaning about it will send you down below for one of my more intimate sessions of discipline."
For one millisecond, I felt a hot stabbing pain; screaming as loud as I possibly could, didn't help any either. "Easy boy, easy boy", said Daniel, "I only put a spreader inside your ass just an inch or two, which helps me get the hose in." Jordan kept his hands on my shoulders, pressing down even harder; as I now heard hollering and hoots from the ships crew. Little did I know that my humiliation was being witnessed by so many men. I'd venture to say that even the Captain, high above in his perch, was glaring down at me; marveling at my expense, the degradation I was undergoing.
The next sensation to overcome my brain was the knowledge that something felt as if it was starting to crawl inside my ass. The 'spreader', so called, was
removed and although my ass muscles seemed to return to normal, I could feel
that something was still inside me. "Now steady 'boy', I'm going to inflate your balloon. It just might hurt some, until the fluid starts pumping into you." Jordan added even more downward pressure onto my shoulders, as the sound of a motor filled my ears. A few seconds later, the balloon was beginning to enlarge; stretching me from the inside out. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back any vocal sounds that my brain might want to have me make. "Now this isn't so bad is it?" asked Daniel. "I've got about another three quarters of an inch yet to inflate, and then you can relax."
RELAX!! How in the world am I supposed to relax when I'm getting my ass torn up? I could feel the balloon expanding, and it wasn't a pleasant experience what so ever. I don't know if normal day to day things like this go on with gay men, but this certainly didn't seem to be something that I'd want to do ever again. Just having a doctor stick a finger up my ass is bad enough, but this was excruciating and humiliating all at the same time.
I tried my best to take deep breaths, as my insides were expanding. It somehow seemed to help, not to mention the smooth hands of Jordan pressing firmly against my flesh. I closed my eyes, thinking about my mom and of Alan. Transferring my thoughts seemed to make the whole experience that much easier to tolerate. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as my body piercings and the heavy cock
ring and other stuff, but just the knowledge that I'm being prepared for a sale made me ill.
The motor noise changed, deeper, and I began feeling the liquid being slowly pumped down my ass. It burned a little, as I was reminded that the first infusion was treated with a mild pain killer. The discomfort in my stomach soon turned into pain which in turn caused me to panic. I wanted to do something, anything, which would free me from my current position; but the restraints were well placed and secure. Daniel offered a few meaningless words of encouragement and Jordan's hands slowly began to massage my shoulder muscles; which helped a little bit, taking my mind, briefly, off of the discomfort.
The motor shut off and Daniel told me that I'd be left in this position for about fifteen minutes. According to him, he hadn't pumped much cleaning solution into my ass and that the feeling I had was quite normal. There was no way I could challenge what he had just said. I was left to accept his words as the truth, the whole truth.
Before long, the fine mist of water was cascading over my body from above. At
first the water was warm, apparently from the sun heating the pipes, but all too soon the water turned cooler. If I hadn't been in such a state of fright and fear, I'd most likely would have enjoyed the cool spray acting as a temporary reprieve from the hot sun. Each time I experienced a cramping in my gut, I twitched; which in turn sounded the bell dangling from my cock head ring. The knowledge that the bell was acting as some kind of signal to others was just another means of assuring myself that my life was indeed changing.
Jordan backed away from me, picking up a hose and nozzle; similar to those used around the yard, but a little larger in diameter. He stood off to my right side and waited until Daniel had deflated the balloon and allowed me to release the liquid and sludge from within the confines of my body. Once the eruption from my ass had ceased Jordan made quick work of hosing down my ass followed by washing off the ships deck. The balloon was quickly re-inserted and my anal cavity was once again filled with liquid cleaning agents. I could tell just by the length of time the motor was running that I was taking more than the first time. However, I didn't seem to feel it as much as I first did. It must have been the drugs from the first filling that now caused me not to feel to badly.
I didn't flinch or twist as much after the first 'filling'. I don't remember hearing my bell making any noise either. The one thing that I remember and must have enjoyed was when someone with a greased up hand took hold of my dangling cock and stroked it to full erection; before releasing it. It was almost
erotic, had it not been for the circumstances surrounding the event. I thought, briefly, that it was Alan; who had more than once told me how much he would have loved to stroke me to climax; but knowing full well that Alan had no idea about my new life or existence.
After the fifth or sixth time of expelling the cleaning agents and my excrements Daniel judged my innards as being acceptably clean. I was released from my bonds and once brought to an upright position Jordan turned the hose on me once again; this time starting at my bald head working his way down to my toes. He followed up by scrubbing my entire body with a coral sponge and a bar of awful smelling soap. After my final rinse, Jordan led me around the back of the ship until the air had dried my skin.
I had begun to lose every concept of time, as Jordan led me back down the three flights of stairs. I hadn't realized how much time had actually passed until Jordan said that it was time for my evening meal. He led me back into 'my' room. He turned me around and helped me sit on my thinly mattressed bunk. I had no idea why he reached under my bunk and pulled out a rather long chain and steel cuff; but he did, and he attached it to my right ankle and locked it in place. He then and only then told me that the chain was to prevent me from getting up and walking about the ship; which might result in my falling overboard and nobody would have noticed. I was never to go anywhere on this vessel unless I was escorted.
I soon recognized just how thankful I was that my blood stream had been filled with pain medication. Jordan left and quickly returned with an ice cold bottle of water and a rather large bowl of jello and a smaller bowl of pudding. The drugs had deadened not only my anal cavity but my entire body. My tongue had swelled, expectedly, from my tongue piercing and until the swelling rescinded I wasn't going to be fed anything to difficult to pass over my tongue. Jordan sat opposite me, on a bunk, while I fed myself. The jello tasted delicious as did the pudding. I hadn't realized just how much I needed to eat until every scrap of food was gone. Jordan sat in silence, the entire time, just watching me and smiling. He wasn't a bad looking man, and I thought of Alan and Jordan together in the passionate throws of man on man sex. I knew that Jordan was someone who could fulfill the heightened sexual needs of Alan; and that brought a smile to my face, however brief.
Jordan took away my food tray, explaining that it was time for himself to eat; and that I'd soon be having my one hour of free talk. Jordan wasn't wrong about my hour of talking, except that I didn't get much of a chance to say a word. The first mate did all of the talking, for which I was most grateful. My swollen tongue would have prevented me from properly enunciating my words. I continued to learn and absorb any and all the information I could from the first mate. Hopefully, regardless of how remote, I could get Jordan to help me get word to the outside world about my situation; now that I knew that there was a computer aboard this vessel which some of the regular (paid) seamen used to communicate back home with their families. It seemed that this would be my one and only chance at alerting someone, anybody at all, that I was to be sold into legal slavery as a sexual servant.
The first mate left, and I was alone for quite some time; before Jordan reappeared. I was surprised to find out that just he and I would be the only two men in this room for the night. Not that I wanted anyone else with me, but I just knew that there were four bunks and thought that they'd be filled. Jordan
quickly shucked his shorts and lay on his bunk, and I followed his example. He reached between his and my bunk and pushed a button on the wall which turned off the lights; leaving our room in near total darkness, except from the light which filtered in through the open door way.
For the first time all day, I could reflect on the entire days' events. I couldn't help but to feel like a prisoner, with my ankle chained to the steel bed frame. As my brain slowed down, I began to really feel my new body. The heavy rings were awkward feeling, to say the least. The sensations in my nuts was beginning to agitate me just a bit; as each nut seemed like it wanted to be
released from the steel band surrounding each of them. The large ring in my nose was now lying on both my lips and above all else, seemed to be the reining feature setting me apart from all the other men aboard the vessel. My dickhead ring was still quite painful, as Daniel said it would be. With my eyes closed, I didn't see Daniel as he stood in the doorway, staring towards my darkened location, nor did I hear or see Jordan get off of his bunk.
My body was racked with pain, discomfort and adorned with jewelry and least of my problems was that my entire body was now hairless. How could I have been so retarded not to see something like this coming long before today? I began to mentally abuse my father with verbal retaliatory comments. Even had he been here with me this instant, I would have said the same things to him, eye to eye.
Again, something or someone disturbed my personal thought process. I felt something cool on my body, mainly my sore piercings. Jordan had gone to Daniels space and returned with the ointment for my body. He began speaking to me ever so softly, almost sensual, as he anointed my sore nipple rings with the cool ointment. I kept my eyes closed, trying not to let the feelings become real. More than once I could feel Daniels lips, kissing different parts of my chest. In some ways it felt nice, but not as good as when some girl was in heat;
wanting and needing me to fuck her with my manstick.
Several times Jordan spoke quietly into my ear; sometimes they were words of a sexual desire of his, and other times he was telling me of what he knew to be my immediate future; as in tomorrow and the next day.
Jordan lifted my cock gently and began soothing away the discomfort with the ointment, regardless if my cock was beginning to show its' appreciation or not. Before I realized what was happening, Jordan's tongue was lapping at my two firmly bound and separated balls. I hated to admit it to myself, but it really felt awesome. But, the ecstasy lasted only a minute or two. Jordan moved back up to my head and began filling in the blanks about the next two days. I knew it wasn't going to be as painful, but perhaps more humiliating than anything else. I wanted so much to speak to him, about myself and my hopes that
he'd help me with getting word out about my situation; but a faint bit of youthful wisdom prevailed, at least for tonight and I simply lay there taking in the seemingly harmless affection Jordan was bestowing on me.
When Jordan began gently applying the ointment to my nose ring, he also lifted it up and allowed it to rest on the bridge of my nose. The sensation of metal moving through my face like it did had an adverse effect on all of the attention he'd given to me thus far. Jordan must have felt or noticed my body tense up and he immediately went to stroke the sides of my face. His hands felt as smooth as glass and the tension I had amassed from the nose ring seemed to pass right through my face and leave through his soft hands. The next thing that happened to me, caught me by total surprise; as Jordan placed his lips directly on mine and gave me a soft peck like kiss. I opened my eyes, as he raised his head meeting my gaze eye to eye. He began to use his hands to stroke my smooth head, as he returned his lips to mine. I closed my eyes in disbelief. How could this be happening to me? Two men kissing like this, and one isn't gay. Briefly, I found his kissing repulsive, but soon dismissed the thoughts as I feared my temper would get me into major trouble. Jordan's hands left my scalp and worked their way down to my shoulders and arms before coming to rest just above my cock; all the while, his lips never receded from my lips and I could feel his tongue trying to make entry into my mouth. The instant one of his hands began to gently manipulate my nuts; I opened my mouth as if in protest; which only allowed Jordan the opportunity to lance my mouth with his tongue. I couldn't refuse his advances; as I would hope that my submissiveness would allow me to enlist him in my plans. I didn't have to concentrate on what Jordan was doing to me, with me. I began to feel like a man again, as I took my two hands and placed them upon the back and side of Jordan's head. Gay or not, if this is what Jordan wanted or needed, I was determined to give it to him. I thrust my own tongue outward, engaging us both in what one could assume was the hunger of desire. I held his head in place, as if he was some girl that I might have been trying to coax into sucking my dick or letting me fuck her. Jordan began to make sounds as if he was becoming emotionally charged. I released my grip on his head and he slowly withdrew his tongue and beamed down at me. I could feel his erection, as his body continued pressing against mine, and that repulsed me to some extent. Didn't he have any concerns or consideration for me and my own lifestyle?
Jordan moved away from me as he stood up next to my bunk. I could sense that he was most likely jerking himself off and the short, fast volleys of sperm landing on my face confirmed my suspicions. "Good night 'boy'," was the last thing I heard as Jordan returned to his bunk and fell quickly into slumber land. With what had just occurred, combined with the rest of the days madness gave me plenty to think about as I too, fell fast asleep; to have dreams or nightmares, which only time would tell.
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