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Sail Away Chapter Twenty One
As expected, the day went totally downhill once the two Masters had left.
Both Kevin and I were left to our own thoughts, which if Kevin's were anything like mine; he was only thinking the worse. If I had used my head, I would have asked him last night if he had been given permission to do those things to me; but as my luck was running, he didn't.
So, each of us had to endure our own little 'hell' so to speak. At least Kevin wasn't all trussed up like me; but I was positive that he didn't like being locked in a cage with only a mat and a bucket.
I watched as Henry came downstairs to do the laundry from the weekend. He didn't, at first, even look into the dungeon to see if everything was all right.
When he finally did come in, he never said a word; nor did he have a look of anger on his face. He looked to make sure that I was completely impaled and then he added two more chains to the webbing and both me, and the dildo were lifted into the air; causing the weight to once again put a strain on my nuts.
I struggled with the weight this time. I was so tired that any little disturbance turned into something painful.
Pleased that I was now being stretched and impaled at the same time; Henry stepped away momentarily and returned with another bucket. It wasn't long before the bucket was fastened, by a thick chain to each side of my collar; and placed up and under my cock. The only thing I could think of was that the bucket was to be used just in case I needed to pee. Some time after Henry left us alone; I indeed find the need to release my bladder full of piss. Just the small amount of weight the bucket now placed around my neck collar seemed unbearable. I found myself going from exhausted and confused to a state of semi-consciousness as the morning turned to afternoon.
The only positive thing that I came up with was that from now on I was only going to do everything required of me, to the best of my ability; thus, perhaps, eliminating the need to discipline me. If I had to grovel at Ryan's feet when he was to come on Wednesday evening, I would do it.
I knew that it was more than me simply have an ejaculation last night. It had to be their way of tearing me down, before they rebuilt me into whatever it was that I was to become. In some ways I could relate to it; as I, myself, shunned most of the world while I immersed myself, first in my college studies and then in my job. There wasn't to much that I didn't understand about physics and chemistry; but when it came to real life situations, I was dumbfounded.
Once, or maybe twice, Henry came in to check on the two of us, but neither of us got a morning meal or a noon meal. We didn't get anything except I got a small bowl of water and Kevin got a bottle of water. Still, Henry refused to speak; but at least he didn't find other ways to inflict pain or discomfort.
Whether it was sleep or mere unconsciousness, I had passed out after my bowl of water.
By the time I'd regained a conscience awareness, it must have been late afternoon. I couldn't get my eyes to focus to good, but I didn't have to. I heard Kevin pleading with Henry in the shower about not having to take any more solution up his young butt. Apparently, Henry had been giving the poor youth a fairly sizeable enema; as Kevin protested loudly that his stomach was cramping and he 'just can't take anymore'.
There were the occasional smacks of skin against skin; which led me to think Kevin was getting his ass reddened. By the time my eyes focused I could see that Kevin was inverted over the floor drain with the large hose going into his tight butt. Henry was standing next to him, wearing what looked like a plastic apron, which had a few turd streaks running down the front of it. I watched, although I had nothing to gain from it, as the hose came out and Kevin struggled to retain the water.
Less than five minutes had passed and Kevin let loose with the water and any remaining contents of his bowels. It shot up like a rocket, coming back down,
cascading over the front and rear of his lithe frame.
Henry saw that I was awake, and watching the 'show'. He simply continued with his assigned chores dealing with Kevin.
He took the hose and rinsed Kevin off with what must have been cold water only and then he gave Kevin a scrubbing; which looked to be less than gentle.
I was total taken back, when Henry began lathering up Kevin's legs. Sure enough, Henry took a straight razor to the legs and Kevin ended up smooth as a Florida tomato.
The last remaining vestige of hair was on Kevin's head; and that too was quickly removed, leaving the young man looking like me. Kevin hadn't stopped crying the entire time, but apparently the crying was exactly what Henry needed and wanted to hear.
Henry tidied up and removed Kevin from the shower area. Both of them proceeded over to me; which I had not earthly idea what to expect.
Henry yanked on my bucket, which had a sizeable amount of piss in it, causing my head to fall forward. I watched as Henry handed off the bucket to Kevin and 'instructed' him to consume the entire contents.
Once the bucket was back in place; Henry carefully lowered me back down, so at least the weight was off of my balls. By now, I didn't even feel it, as there seemed to be no difference between them being stretched or not.
Slowly, with each move deliberate, Henry released me from the dildo and then from the webbing. Lastly, without ceremony or comment he removed the weight.
Both he and Kevin eased me onto the cool floor, which seemed like heaven; compared to the last twelve or so hours. I hadn't once ounce of strength in my whole body. I began to weep, for an unknown reason and I was allowed to lay in my fetal position for quite some time.
I struggled to concentrate, to rationalize each minute; but the world around me was elusive. Were these men, and Ryan, finally starting to tear down my wall?
Half dragged, half carried, I too found myself in the shower and received the same regiment of cleaning, scrubbing and shaving as Kevin previously was subjected to.
When that was finally over with, both of us were locked into the cage; but not before I was plugged, as was Kevin.
The lights were finally turned out, but there was strange music being piped in from somewhere; which made it impossible to find comfort in sleep. The only real solace was being able to hold each other in our arms, as we rested ourselves up against the side of the cage, with our butts on the mat.
I was delirious by now, not knowing much of anything. I was ever so thankful for Kevin's loving embrace, that the mental anguish seemed to lessen somewhat. However, I continued to cry and found myself muttering words and phrases that seemed to make no sense. I was terrified that I'd finally succumbed to the wants, needs, and desires, of the Masters. I almost felt as if I was nothing more than a piece of flesh and bloodâ^À¦ a slave.
The next time that the lights came on, Henry unlocked the cage and placed two small bowls of food on the floor, and then he brought in one large bowl of water. When he left, he once again locked the cage, but this time he did leave us with a small amount of light.
I tried to focus my mind on the food and water, but for some reason my body wouldn't follow my brain. I slumped forward and had to be helped by Kevin to sit back up against the cage.
I watched as Kevin ate, muzzling his mouth down into the dish of food like a dog and licking his mouth clean. I didn't know if I'd missed Henry telling us to eat this way or not, but apparently Kevin had understood that we weren't to use our hands. I found it amusing to hear Kevin slurping up some of the water and then the sound of him lapping at the water.
Not that I didn't want to eat, it was just that I couldn't control my body well enough to kneel and consume the food. It ended up, that Kevin put some food into his mouth and brought it up to mine, which I found to be a rather primitive animal instinct, but it worked none the less. It took a considerable amount of time for me to eat just half of the food, which I think tasted good; but I just didn't have the energy to finish everything I had. Even though Kevin whispered pleas into my ear, to eat more, I just couldn't.
By the time that the lights came back on, the music had stopped; and I noticed that both of our food bowls were spotless. Henry retrieved the empty bowls and left, leaving the cage unlocked.
Minutes later Master's Jeb and Troy came bounding into the dungeon as if there was nothing wrong and both, I think, were in a jovial mood. They took time to speak with Henry, but I didn't hear what they talked about.
When they entered the cage, they seemed intent on inspecting the 'new' Kevin; with his freshly smoothed body. I didn't even have enough energy to get myself in the proper position when they came in, but I tried my best. I think I heard one of them say that I looked more as if I was 'slumped over' rather than being properly positioned. Perhaps it was the fact that I couldn't pose myself, whereby my ass was presented to them as they entered. I half expected one of the Masters to use his foot and push me to the ground.
"Well, little boy, do you think you've learned a valuable lesson today?" asked Master Jeb of Kevin.
"Sir, yes Sir" he meekly replied.
"I'd say that if I were a young submissive 'little boy' like you; I'd damn sure be listening to those men who have control of your life, instead of acting like you know more, or think you know better than they do", chimed in Master Troy. "Don't you know that a finely honed, well behaved slave boy is a great benefit to it's master? Just think of all the pleasure you could bring to your master if only you'd obey him without hesitation or reservation as to what he asks you to do. Don't you love your master, 'boy'?"
"Sir, yes Sir" Kevin rebounded with a snappy response.
"You see, Kevin, the difference between you and this lowly life form over here (gesturing towards me) is that he has to learn from the ground up what it is to properly take care of his new master. Whereas you, on the other hand know that you are required certain things like cock sucking, being fucked, doing house chores, drinking piss and even, yes even, licking your master's ass clean if he tells you so." Master Jeb said in a more polite tone of voice. "Pain is only part of a slave's life and should never be thought of as a form of
punishment. You need to think of pain as a lesson in behavior modification. Once you've overcome any and all of your shortcomings, I for one would think that pain would become something felt less and less; that is of course, you like pain. You do know, don't you, that there are some who cannot live without pain. Those types of people can be most rewarding to certain types of masters."
I began to slowly process the words spoken to Kevin, as words spoken to me; and they all seemed to make a great deal of sense to me, but that could be just from the physically distressed state I was in.
I couldn't see what was happening now, but from the sound of it; Kevin had one of the Masters cocks in his mouth. I was almost sure that he was swallowing a batch of piss; just for the simple fact that I heard Kevin gurgle and choke once or twice.
What I thought was the cellar door opening and closing was in fact what had happened. I was still slouched over in the best position I could bring myself to do, so it wasnâ^À^Ùt until I heard the voice, did I know that Ray had come to see his 'boy', and to have a serious talk with the two Masters.
Needless to say, I think everyone there was glad that Ray had arrived. I couldn't see him from my position but I knew that he had been told to stop at the door to our cage. A swift and firm push of one of the Masters' boots sent me
tumbling forward onto my mat, where I ended up in a rather awkward position; but at least now I could see everyone.
As if orchestrated, Henry moved in right behind Ray, as the two Masters approached him. "Ray, is there something you've come to say?" asked Master Jeb.
"I've come to apologize to Kevin and also to let everyone know that I was a total ass for being so mean to Kevin. It will never happen again; I promise." In unison, the two Masters looked at one another, as if for some reason they wouldn't have believed the young master, no matter what words came out of his mouth. Kevin, on the other hand, displayed a big wide eyed smile.
"Your words are well spoken, and we want and need to believe you", responded Master Troy. "However, you have so much to learn and you've already started off on the wrong foot. The father of your 'boy' wishes us to 'instruct' you on such matters, beginning with you serving a penitence for your transgression.
Like a ninja, Henry had quickly grasped the two arms of Ray and had them pulled backwards. Ray had a look on his face that I could only compare to one seeing a ghost; as the two Masters made their way to Ray and began yanking his clothes and shoes off. Kevin was dumbfounded as to what was going on, but thankfully he remained still and quiet during the process.
Ray still hadn't uttered a sound, as he was now being pushed back against the bars of the cage, while Henry quickly secured the boys hands to the bars, in a spread out position. Kevin began to squirm a little, but knew that any interference from him would most assuredly result in him receiving his own punishment.
Each taking an ankle, it wasn't but a minute before Ray's body was firmly affixed to the cage. Through the fog of my own brain and eyes, it appeared to me
as if Ray wanted to say something; but his mouth was filled with a ball gag silencing his words, and leaving him with just a vocal garbled kind of noise.
Kevin was made to crawl up to Ray and immediate suckle Ray's cock. While this was going on, Henry hustled out into the utility room and came back wheeling a small cart to which an electrical extension cord was attached. There was something on the top of the cart that looked vaguely familiar, as perhaps I may have once upon a time used something like it in either one of my chemistry classes or actual work site.
Henry was quickly pulled off of Ray's pecker, as Master Troy spoke, saying; "The boy's father will be here after his evening meal and he too wants to speak with you. Thankfully he sounds as if he's not as upset as he was this morning when he was informed of your sadistic behavior. In the mean time, he's asked us to keep you occupied to where you can have ample time to construct your thoughts as to what you wish to say to him."
Henry got down in front of Ray, and quickly razor'd off a small amount of the young man's pubic hair just over his cock, leaving it smooth.
With the flick of a button, Master Jeb started up the small machine and came up to Ray with what appeared to me as a clear/red polyemer cylinder; which was attached to two plastic hoses. "This is what we commonly refer to as our 'milker', Master Jeb said in a rather sinister tone of voice. "It will milk you dry, and if your 'boys' father hasn't arrived by then, it will keep on milking you and I should warn you that dry milkings are no fun, no fun AT ALL."
As soon as the cylinder was placed over Ray's penis it sounded a lot different. I tried to listen but I just couldn't keep up with too much of the conversation. All I can recall was that one part of the cylinder kept a constant suction on the body, while the other part of the cylinder kept stroking the penis; as if to say it was a mechanical masturbation machine.
Kevin was sent over to kneel on the mat, next to me; and he was placed in charge of getting me to my knees and making sure that I didn't slump back down.
By the time I was kneeling, Kevin had to keep one arm around my back and under one of my arms, just to prevent me from keeling over onto my face.
In and out of being awake, I remember hearing Ray moan, and groan but the actual moment of his orgasm went undetected by me; but I'm positive that Henry saw it all as I thought I heard him or someone say, "there we go Ray, good man. Look at your cum sucking down that tube, Now let's see how long it will take for you to add more cock snot into the tube."
It was a while before I raised my head again. I think it was only because I had heard Ray say something along the lines of, "no more, please no more. My cock is going to break."
I had no clue as to the time of day, or whether Kevin's dad had arrived. All I knew as that someone had gotten me onto my back, laying flat with my ankles now spread wide and high. Some small nerve told my brain that my ass was once again plugged. In the one or two seconds that I was able to open my eyes, all I could see were the steel bars atop the cage; but I was able to ascertain that the cylinder on Ray's cock was still in use.
For a brief moment, I had realized that I was no longer thinking. I was just reacting to a situation. My mind didn't comprehend much of anything, except allowing me the few seconds to alert me to things going on around me. There wasn't any need to think or rationalize anything. Just do, and to accept. Sounds weird now, when I look back on it all; but in all reality, that is all a slave needs to do, without thinking,
Ray continued with his ranting and raving; which seemed odd, because I could have sworn that he'd had be gagged earlier.
I wondered if his begging and pleading was having any effect on Henry, but I
wasn't concerned one way or the other, really. It was just a passing moment where my mind pondered the situation. It wasn't my fault that Ray is where he is now, nor was it my fault that Henry had gotten lashed with Ray's belt earlier. It's their problem, not mine.
I began to get a keener sense of what was happening when I think Henry's father had arrived and he began yelling at Ray non-stop. The only part of the conversation I heard plainly was the part where he said to Ray, "I count seventeen lash marks on my son's back and shoulders and so it should be that you receive the same amount as you so thoughtlessly administered to your 'boy' without first speaking with me about it. I don't mind Kevin being punished, but you knew the rules when I left the house this morning and you, young man, broke the rules."
There seemed to be a bit of what I thought was a scuffle, but later discovered that Ray had been flipped around so that his back was facing towards Kevin and me. I heard the thwap and slap of leather striking Ray's skin; accompanied by the youth's yelps and screams. I couldn't tell you if Ray got seventeen or seventy lashes but it seemed to take forever and ever before there was nothing I was able to hear except for the sobbing sounds and gasping for breath sounds.
The next time I came around, the room was in total darkness; and I sensed that I was all alone inside the cage. My legs were still high above my torso, with my cock hanging out beyond my body due to the cinch ring. My ass was sore, and it wouldn't be until sunrise that I would discover that my anal plug had been exchanged for yet a larger one.
My mouth was as dry as the desert and I needed to piss. The need to piss far out weighed any and all punishments that anyone could dish out; so I simply relaxed and released a steady flow from my dick.
I must have drifted off again; as the next time I could open my eyes there was a faint hint of sunlight coming through one of the basement windows in the other room. By flicking my eyes around, I confirmed that I was alone in the cage. I felt as if I was in a world all to myself, all serene and quiet. It felt like, or seemed like; a considerable amount of time had passed before I could hear the faint sounds of foot steps coming from directly overhead, on the floor above.
Somehow I failed to hear the boots coming down the stairs, but regardless, I was in no position to get to my proper stance. I lowered my eyes as far down as possible and between my outstretched legs l could see Henry coming towards me. It wasn't until Henry called me a few disgusting names, that I remembered pissing on the mat sometime during the night time.
It didn't take Henry long to get my legs down, drag me into the shower and start my daily routine. He left me there, while he retrieved the piss covered mat and rinsed it off in the shower behind me. I muttered to himself the entire time, including the time he spent mopping up the floor inside the cage. I don't believe I felt bad for him OR myself, for what ever reason. I had to piss and he had to clean it up; at least for now anyway.
I was led out of the shower and into the 'training' area of the dungeon where once again he attended to my rings and my circumcision.
He left me lying on the table, with my limbs chained but not outstretched. I believe he had gone upstairs, perhaps to take care of Masters Jeb and Troy.
I began to get the impression that both Ray and Kevin had left sometime last
night, going back to Kevin's place; which meant that as like yesterday I would be at the mercy of Henry and his diabolical, torturous ways.
The soft glow of Ryan came to mind, and I began to quickly absorb the smallest of details. I knew that what I was seeing was only a mental image of him, but still I was seeing him.
My mind began to focus on every hair on his head, every rippling muscle on his body, every rise and fall of his smooth chest. I couldn't help but to realize that he, of all people, was going to be my salvation from this place. My mind started to allow me to consume Ryan's masculine body odor, and the sweet fragrance of his armpits and crotch. I could so easily visualize every centimeter of his cock and balls, which somehow didn't seem to make me feel ashamed of myself. I could see Ryan's lips moving as if he was saying something to me, but it was almost like being in a silent movie in the earlier 1900's. Everything was either black, white or grey. But why had this mental image come
into my head?
I began to see Ryan moving towards me, like a mystical shadow. For some reason he reached his arms out towards me and the next thing I saw was an even fainter, foggier, image of me walking submissively towards him.
I began to think that I was hallucinating or something worse; as I witnessed myself kneeling before him, kissing the tops of his feet, just before engulfing his soft cock. The entire scene felt real, as if I was looking into the future; knowing full well what was to be expected of me.
The visions continued; not allowing time to waste. I was amazed at what I witnessed; as there was nothing that I didn't do with my own brother. The out of body experience concluded in a warm and rather emotional bonding; as I saw first hand what I now was to understand as 'fisting'. It was beautiful, warm and sensual for me; at least in the visions I was having.
I blinked, not once, but three or four times and Ryan and I had faded into nothing more than a memory.
"You'd best be on your toes today. I'd hate to come home and have to be told that you fucked up or something", Master Jeb said to me; causing me to jolt back into the real world. "I've left word with Henry that you are to be fed at noon time, so don't go thinking that we have forgotten to feed you this morning. Slaves eat when needed, and not when they feel that they are hungry. You need to start converting every ounce of your energy and thought process into ways you feel will make your master have a since of pride and ways that will bring him endless years of pleasure."
After saying that; Master Jeb lifted up my nose ring and gave me a rather passionate kiss on my lips and then walked back upstairs.
I was once again left alone, until both Masters had left for their respective jobs and Henry had completed his 'normal' assignments.
I believe, to this day, that it was the soft 'chamber' style music coming from speakers in the ceiling that allowed me to fall into a deep sleep; until it was time for Henry to teach and train me to become the best slave I possibly could be for Master Ryan.
To Be Continued...
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