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Sail Away Chapter Twelve
I looked out at the ship for as long as it was in sight. In a way, I'm glad that the helicopter turned and headed away from the ship; making its' way toward land. Tears flowed freely, as I could now better understand the life sentence I'd been given by my father. Sitting on the floor, all hunched together was quickly becoming uncomfortable, but I knew that even if I could complain, nobody would listen. My teary eyes found their way to Jordan, who like me, was sitting on the floor opposite me. The four men in back were sitting in what looked like rather comfortable seats. The men were talking amongst themselves, but with the noise of the engines I couldn't make out what they were saying to one another. It seemed not to matter much anyway. Jordan raised his head and was able, like me, to rest his chin on his knees. All we could do was to sit there and look at each other for most of the trip; unless we wanted to peer out the small bottom windows and see nothing but blue ocean water.
Amazingly, the journey didn't take to long and the whirlybird was flying over land. I cast my vision towards the small window more and more, as we seemed to be getting lower to earth. Before I knew it, the helicopter was making small circles, getting closer and closer to a piece of land which was all green wavy grass. The ride ended with a couple of thumps and thuds as the machine settled back down on the ground. The whine of the engine slowed quickly, which allowed somebody from outside to slide the door open. I was the first one to be hauled out. Four burly, barely clothed men grabbed me and picked me up off the floor and quickly deposited me on the ground about a hundred feet from the aircraft. The four other men quickly departed the craft, enabling the extrication of Jordan. Jordan was placed along side of me, and we both couldn't help but to look at each other; wondering what was coming next.
The men were greeted by one man, who by all appearances seemed to be very well dressed and in great physical shape. The man accepted a small envelope from one of the four and they soon departed in a vehicle; leaving Jordan and I alone with the newer man along with the four goons that took us off of the helicopter.
He nicely told the men to remove the chains binding us, which they did quickly and respectfully. I sat there, rubbing my ankles, wrist and neck; trying to get feelings back to those areas. I straightened my legs and shook my arms along with craning my neck around in circles. No sooner than I'd begun to get feelings back in those areas, the man ordered Jordan and me to stand and assume the 'position'.
Jordan was first to his feet and I followed his lead, keeping my head bowed, feet apart and hands behind my head. As the man approached me, all I could think about was that I'm about to get another one of those up close and personal inspections. The man came close enough that I could feel the air escaping from his mouth, as he breathed. He was almost nose to nose with me; as you might see at some military boot camp. I waited, for what seemed several minutes, expecting him to speak; but he only stood nose to nose, and I might say, doing a damn good job of intimidating me. He finally moved away from me, and applied his technique on Jordan. Thankfully neither one of us made any movement, as I'm quite sure that this man or his 'goons' would have sent a rain of pain down upon us.
Shortly thereafter, Jordan and I were once again side by side; standing straight and tall listening to what I'd assumed were some of our immediate orders and directions. Some of what he was saying, I'd already been taught; such things as silence and not to look into a mans eyes unless told too. My nuts were really hurting now, and I couldn't understand why they felt worse now than ever before. I guess the pain was just part of my skin stretching or something. I would have done just about anything to get a cool glass of water right now, as I felt dehydrated and weak. I was mortified to think that without giving notice to it; that I had now been unjustly exposed, totally naked, to even more men. The nakedness of my body and soul aboard ship was one thing, but now... here this moment in time my brain registered the sickening fact that I may never again be able to dress like I used to. Thankful, at least, that my cock had lost its firmness which didn't allow these men to see me in an aroused physical state.
Silence fell over our group, as this 'man in charge' concluded his stare down with Jordan. One of the 'goons' grabbed a hold of my cock and ran a rope through the Prince Albert; the same time Jordan was getting a rope tied around his cock and balls. Common sense told me to follow along without causing a ruckus, as the both of us were led away. We went from walking on the cool grass, to walking on a red brick pathway. Our progress was halted momentarily, as the men who rode with us on the helicopter made their way back down the path towards the helicopter and apparently lifted off heading for who knows where.
The brick walkway continued for some distance, until we were abruptly brought to a stop. Jordan was still in front of me, which, if I strained my eyes upward I could see part of his body, as it too was dripping with sweat. "Eyes up!" came a command from one of the men. Now I could see so much more. I could see all of Jordan's backside, the four goons and the well dressed man. Off to my left was a rather large abode, presumably belonging to the man. To my right were several buildings which I took to house animals or equipment. Directly in front of us was a building, made of red brick; and, at first glance looked rather well kept. Two of the goons opened the thick wooden door and entered the building, leaving us with just the man and the remaining two goons. If I had half an ounce of courage and no brains, this would have been a good time to make a run for freedom. There was plenty of slack in the two ropes, no one seemed to be paying close attention and all I had to do was turn around and make my way back down the brick path to freedom. Being lost, in who knows where, sure beats the hell out of what might lay ahead if I hang around to find out.
I no more than moved my head to the right and instantly I was on the ground; something had stung my balls and I was about to die. Had it not been for my mouth gag; I'd have probably used every vulgar word in my vocabulary. The pain was like none other. I even managed to piss myself, causing a huge mess, not only on the walkway but on myself as well.
All I could hear was laughter, the kind you hear, or do, when it comes from deep inside of you. They were all laughing at me, making light of a serious situation. I saw nothing humorous about torture. I was quickly grabbed and made to stand regardless of my situation. My body was wracked in pain, yet Jordan kept facing forward; not wanting to suffer the same consequences as I had. The huge door swung open, inviting us to come in. The closer we got to the doorway, the air suddenly changed; as we were enveloped in a torrent of cool refreshing air, making me shiver every so slightly.
The first room we came to was bare, but for a few lights on the walls. There were no windows, no furniture. It seemed odd, that the only flooring was the same walkway which we were still standing on. To either side of the walkway was a floor of pure white sand; all smooth, without as much as a footprint. Once the door closed behind me, all I could think of was 'welcome to hell'.
A door finally opened at the far end of the room, which revealed a man; presumably a physician, as the man was wearing one of those heavy cotton fabric, long medical jackets. Once Jordan began to move, I kept my distance, moving in cadence with each and every step he took. Past the door, the same walkway continued for what looked like a hundred feet. Our small procession of flesh was stopped at the first door on the left; which the doctor unlocked, opened and illuminated as he entered. As Jordan entered the room, his two goons stayed outside; and the same scenario played out once I entered the room. Only the doctor, the well dressed man and the doctor were in the room with us two. The door seemed to close automatically and lock behind everyone. I began once again to perspire, even though I was actually quite cold. I could only relate that my sweating was caused by fear. My eyes scanned the room, discovering that it looked no different than most exam rooms at your doctors' office. Counters and cabinets, two exam tables, instruments mounted on the wall and all the other little 'goodies' that doctors like to buy and seldom use. I was actually startled when for once I heard a voice, it was the doctor.
"Alright you two boys; get over here so I can weigh you and get your height." Jordan and myself quickly prodded over to where the doctor was standing next to his scale. Apparently, the doctor had known of our arrival before hand, as he had a folder in hand for each of us. He wrote down Jordan's height and weight and then mine. I suppose I could say that by now I was beginning to feel a bit stupid, as we'd not been told what to do next, other than just stand there. The doctor finally spoke, ordering us to assume the 'position'. I snapped to, and hand my feet spread wide and hands behind my back before Jordan did.
He took a look a Jordan and then looked at me; another look at both of us before he pushed a short padded stool over in front of me. As he sat down, I noticed that he'd gotten his hands on a caliper; which he began using immediately. He measured every single piercing on my body, with no consideration to my modesty or any discomfort he may have been causing. Then to my surprise, he began to measure my nipples; as to their base diameter and the distance my teet had been pulled away from it. He even measured the thickness of my teet just below the nipple ring and the thickness of my teet where the ring had been installed. He briefly stood to do several measurements on both of my ears, and three or four on my tongue piercing; which was a great relief to have my mouth gag removed. You can rest assured that I wasn't about to ask questions or to interfere with the doctor's duties. He spent extra time measuring my snout ring, even using a small flashlight to shine up my nostrils as he forced his caliper in.
He used his feet to shuffle himself and his stool around behind me. "OVER" he said rather loudly. I began to bend over at the waist when he said to "spread'um'; to which I fastidiously used my hands to spread my butt cheeks apart so that he could get his kicks messing with my ass. Hell, he was measuring my shit chute. I felt the metal of the calipers touch my flesh three or four times, before he seemed satisfied. "Damn boy, you telling me that you haven't had anything up your ass, nothing at all? I haven't had a virgin pass through here in over eight years. I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but who ever gets to fuck you first is in for one hell of a ride."
The doctor came back around to my front, apparently saving my cock and balls for last. He kept himself busy measuring my nuts from several different directions. He even measured, with care, the distance my nuts had stretched after I'd been made to carry the weights around for the last two days. He measured my cock more than any part. He even stuck the caliper in my pisshole, to measure how much room there was left after I'd been lanced and fixed with my thick and large Prince Albert. The one thing I was happy and thankful for, was the doctor removing my cow bell. I was hoping, with fading optimism, that the damn bell would be kept off. No bell meant that if I could find the way, the time and the day to escape; they'd not be able to hear me sneaking out.
After quite some time the doctor seemed to have had his pleasures with my body, ordering me now to lay down on one of the two exam tables. As I followed his command, he took up where he left off; as he began his measurements of Jordan. All I could do was lay in silence, but it did give my ample time to reflect on just what may have gotten me to this place. So what if I was able to get just about anything and everything I wanted or needed; my parents never lacked for anything either. This whole idea of selling me off into slavery must be only for some exclusive financial gain. Had I been twenty years old, my father could never have done this to me legally. In every way, I'd always obeyed my parents, without even as much as a vain attempt to challenge them. This had to be about cash, and nothing more. The man watching over us now, must have a mountain of money; as knowing my dad, I 'didn't come cheap'.
It wasn't long and Jordan was laying on the other table, the doctor doing something which I couldn't see. Whatever he was doing must not have been to serious; as Jordan didn't make a single sound. I had begun to admire Jordan, for not only his help given too me but for his courage and endurance through this whole thing. I knew, for sure, that at least he was happy to be off of the ship; as he'd mentioned one or two disgusting things that he had to do each and every time he came back from an auction, still not able to have found a buyer for his body. I could only imagine what I would have done if someone made me lick an asshole right after somebody took a nice healthy crap.
Finally, the doctor was standing next to my table, with his folder open; reading notes and making notes. He made several comments to the other man, as if he was telling him something rather than asking him. I wasn't sure what was going on; as for sure I'd had believed the well dressed man was my owner. Perhaps being a doctor, gave him certain leeway with his position here at this place. The more I listened, the more I would learn.
Before I knew it, the doctor was cleaning my piercings; and I must say that he was none to gentle, compared to Jordan. The pain he was causing me, brought water to my eyes, and I briefly thought that perhaps he was creating the pain in order that he might find pleasure in punishing me in some way. Whatever he was using, stung like mad; not to mention that when he cleaned my tongue stud some of the liquid ran down my throat which caused me to nearly vomit. He seemed to take his time when he was cleaning my Prince Albert. He constantly kept sliding the ring around as far as he could, back and forth. After a minute or two of that, my cock, with a mind of its' own, began to erect. All in his plans, for sure, as he quickly began to stroke my cock; and when firm, he made no bones about taking measurements of it.
I had no idea what to expect or what was happening, as after the measurements were taken he continued on with stroking my cock. I felt the need to purge my nuts with every stroke of his hand. If he didn't stop soon, I knew that he'd get a blast of sperm like he'd never seen before. I could feel the blood racing through the veins in my dick, as my nuts tried to retract. As my balls began to cause me discomfort, due to their restrictive situation, my eruption occurred; sending sperm everywhere. The man laughed, as did the doctor, at my situation. I hadn't realized that the doctor had aimed my cock upwards toward my head; causing sperm to land on my upper chest and onto my face.
Why me, why not Jordan? Did all of these things have to happen to me and not him? Why was I any different then he was; we are both slaves to some sick pervert.
My thoughts came back to the immediate present, seeing the doctor take what sperm was still on the end of my cock and putting it onto a glass slide. I guess he wanted to look at it under a microscope to see if all my little baby makers were in there swimming around, or something.
The other man was now standing next to me, looking down on me with what I could only describe as a look of disappointment. He hadn't said a word to us in such a long time, that I was beginning to think that something I had done, or didn't do, was upsetting him. Thankfully the doctor had proceeded to obtain a sperm sample from Jordan in a timely manner and we were both ordered off our tables. The door swung open and we followed the man out, continuing down the brick pathway to the next room.
This room was empty. I mean empty. Even the floor was missing, as only fine grain sand surrounded our feet. Jordan and I were instructed, nicely, to kneel at the wall at the far end, facing away from the wall. The man instructed us on how we were to kneel; with our knees spread wide and our butts resting on the heels of our feet. My nuts were making contact with the sandy floor, as I could feel the warmth transmit to my brain. My dick was prevented from touching the floor, by the Prince Albert ring. Our hands were kept firmly behind our heads, as we stared at a the blank wall in front of us. Momentarily, a small opening appeared in the ceiling and a screen began to emerge. It was by far the largest television screen I had ever seen. As the man began to move out of the way, Jordan and I followed him with our eyes; finally Jordan and myself were able to look at one another for a brief moment. I was still amazed that Jordan was showing no fear of our situation. I guess everything he had told me before, about wanting and desiring to become a sexual object of a free man was really true. I wondered just how many men he'd had sex with, and how many men were really nice to, and good for him. The screen came to life, and all my attention was concentrated on the image before me, on the screen.
The man, whom I thought was my new owner, was now on the screen; about to speak. I will do my best recollection, of the video, just so you will get an idea, a feel, for what was said and how it all made me feel.
"Welcome to the Morris School of Behavioral Modification. You have been placed here, with us; in order that we may help you become a better slave. The board of trustees, and the owner, of the school have spent countless hours and exorbitant amounts of money, to see that you have access to only the best."
At this point, my mouth dropped to the ground. Did I hear him correctly? Did he say 'Morris'? Surely this was just a coincidence. What other off the wall reason could I come up with, other than it was just a fluke.
"After you have finished viewing this video, you will better understand our role in producing only the finest slaves which are trained to bring years of enjoyment to their new master. Slaves here are required to address all men as SIR and nothing less. There is no person in the school who you will call master. Each student, once graduated, will meet his or her new master; at which time you will know to call Master. All slaves in our school are kept in what we call 'natural' condition. Only freemen wear clothes. Some of you will go on from here to receive haircuts and other body modifications. Some of you have arrived here, having already been smoothed and ringed; so with the extra time, you will be immersed into your training program before the end of your first day.
You will be well cared for, well feed and receive ample attention. You will undergo a regiment of examinations each and every day. You will constantly be observed, so that we may better assist you in all that you need to achieve. Each of your owners has submitted an outline of what he or she desires us to teach and train you in. Nothing, absolutely nothing, an owner could ask for, that we here at the Morris School can't provide.
We have, in the past, provided owners with their slaves being completely transformed into loving pets, such as a dog. We have taught some slaves to serve their masters animals. We have taught some slaves how to become urinals and even toilets. We have the medical capabilities to remove any part of a body that a master may desire to have removed. The Morris School has four completely equipped rooms, containing the latest implements for inflicting pain; to which a slave quickly learns to turn such pain...into pleasure for him or herself. The school prides itself on its' capabilities to graduate some of the finest 'sexual pleasure' slaves in the world.
As I mentioned before, your education is completely monitored and to show you just how well we monitor your progress, please pay close attention to the following."
The huge screen went black for a couple of seconds. When it came to life, I saw three slaves, apparently new; being led into the doctor's examination room. From there, they were shown watching this same video. The video played for quite a few minutes, as I saw what must have been every room, every means of teaching, each and every conceivable sex act known to man. Some of the things I saw, I couldn't begin to describe to anyone, let alone understand myself. The video stopped, and the next thing I saw on the screen was Jordan and myself. Holy shit! Like we are being video taped! This guy wasn't joking around! I looked dead ahead, at the screen; not wanting to show that I was flabbergasted. I was surprised to see, that Jordan had somehow managed to get an erection from watching the video. I could detect, on the screen, that Jordan had a drop of jizzle covering his pee hole. I don't know how he or anyone else could get aroused by watching the video, but I guess I still had a lot to learn about him and this new world of slavery.
"I certainly hope that you have learned a considerable amount of information from watching the movie. Your attentiveness to it will ensure that you will progress through your training in a shorter amount of time, and with greater ease, with receiving less pain than others.
In conclusion, I hope that you will enjoy the following portion of the video; showing you the entire complex of land and buildings taken from our many exterior cameras, to be followed by a brief welcome, from the founder and owner of the Morris School of Behavioral Modification."
I couldn't believe the amount of security this place has. There must have been two dozen cameras scanning the entire complex. One camera even showed a segment of the helicopter landing and unloading four black teenagers.
When the screen went to black, I thought perhaps that something had gone astray with the video; as I was expecting the 'welcome' speech from the founder. But, when the screen came back to life, there was the 'founder' and owner of the school. It was my father, my dad.
to be continued,
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