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SAIL AWAY CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I don't know how long I lay on the floor, crying like a baby. All I knew was that every slave, except one, had used my body to piss on. I know that every time my mouth opened that one, if not more, aimed their streams at my face; hoping to fill my mouth with their golden nectar. And the two slaves who squatted over me, pissing up a storm, even lowered their butts, covering my entire face. They treated me worse than an animal. But, finally, when they seemed satisfied that they'd welcomed me officially they all returned to their respective cells, talking up a storm; with the main topic being me. Thankfully, the door slid open and the room fell silent. I quickly assumed the proper position.
Before the Headmaster had gotten to me, I heard screams and shouts; apparently coming from some of the slaves who must have gotten a taste of the electric prod. I concentrated on the sound of the Headmaster's shoes touching the walkway, gauging just how far away he was from my cell. It took him some time, before he stopped; apparently happy with what he was looking at. He apparently was talking to one of the goons, as I overheard him tell the goon, 'make sure this mess gets cleaned up nice and proper'. The Headmaster turned and entered the cell directly across from me, and soon thereafter I heard the now familiar sounds of pain. The poor slave was getting another dose of human cruelty. Again, by the sound of footsteps, I could tell that the Headmaster had exited the slave area; leaving behind one of his goons.
"Get this fucking mess cleaned up right now, slave" shouted the goon. I lifted my head with a blank expression on my face, not knowing where the cleaning supplies were kept; which really set the goon into another gear. "There are no supplies you dumb fuck. The only thing needed to clean up your pig sty is your fucking tongue! Now get to it or else."
Over a dozen slaves had pissed all over my cell and this shit- for- brains thinks I am going to lick it all up. I was about to tell him off, when he quickly whipped the electric prod off of his belt; waving it in a menacing way towards my bound up balls. I foolishly, almost, went for him; but common sense seemed the better part of valor. I turned my back, away from him, and began to slowly lick up the smaller areas of piss. I was hoping that seeing me obey his command would have sent him on his way; but he was bound and determined to watch over me. There was so much piss that eventually I puked, which only added more fuel to the fire. A stab of the prod and I was rolling around in piss and puke. The goon then, unceremoniously, told me that the puke was to be cleaned up as well. Fearing another jolt from the prod, I convinced myself that I'd better get this over with. I licked the floor clean and no sooner had I completed my assignment that I heard the goon unzip his shorts. If he was contemplating ramming a cock down my throat, then he'd come up short; as I'd sink my teeth into the damn thing so hard that I would bite it in two. From behind me, the goon had his own idea. He began to splatter his load of piss all over my back and ass. I was destined to be totally degraded from the very first day. I knew what was next, so without waiting for his command; I simply licked up all of his piss from the once clean floor. And to make things worse, I had no idea that the slaves on either side of my cell were watching the wh ole charade. The only thing that saved what little dignity I had left, was that I didn't let them see me crying; I wasn't about to show them that they had one this battle, but not the war. My tears were many, yet silent; as I seemed to have taken one more step downward on life's ladder.
Alone, finally, except for the two slaves in their adjoining cells. My brain was racing faster than I could keep up. My emotions were even worse; as they ranged from a dark hole, to hatred and revenge. The one saving grace, the goon had closed all of the cell doors upon exiting the block. Now, I didn't care who saw me, but I had to get water into my system. Without a thought, I suckled the rubber dick until the acrid taste in my mouth was completely gone. My actions didn't go unnoticed.
"My God, you really are a virgin pussy boy!" the slave next to my cell once again taking up his mantle of virtues. "You've never sucked a cock before in you fucking like. You sucked your water spout like it had the plague or something. Jesus, you will need lots of practice sucking dick, before they graduate you. Your owner will be so pissed, that he'll probably have you horsewhipped at the public viewing; so if you don't want to have your skin ripped off, I suggest that you get with the program and learn to suck cock real fast. You hear me faggot boy?! They don't take kindly to slaves who don't learn quick. But I'm guessing that you've paid close attention to videos today, and that should sure as hell tell you that your life is not yours anymore. You better get it through that fucking punked pussy brain of yours that these people don't mess around. Just what in the fuck do you think "pussy sex slave" means anyway? It ain't all sucking and fucking you know! Just because you have the title, doesn't mean that you won't be drinking a lot of piss, eating shit, licking dirty assholes, and being used by friends of your owner.
You saw them slaves who were crawling around? Well they are school flunkies, and their owners have sent them back here to school for more in depth education. Old 'doc', well he simply loves it when slaves are returned. It always means that he gets to practice some of his more 'modern' techniques. Hell them two slaves, been cut open and worked on so much that their arms and legs will stay that way forever. If somebody hollered FIRE, those two would never make it out alive, cause they move so slow.
And I know you seen them slaves didn't have any balls either. Well word has it, that their owner wanted them cut, so's he could treat them like bitches. Hear tell that the Headmaster, himself, takes them two slaves down to the stable and lets the horses and dogs have their way with them. We can't even ask them two slaves either; as the doctor has removed their vocal cords.
So, if you're thinking about doing something stupid, like not learning or following orders; just keep them two slaves in mind, because you could, and most likely will, end up just like them. I've seen it plenty of times before. Not to say that some slaves haven't left here worse off then them two poor shit eating, bitches."
I wanted to reach through the bars, and rip the slaves tongue out. I was in a quandary, not knowing how much of what he said was the truth and how much, it any, was said just to scare the crap out of me. And worst of all, he wasn't finished talking to me.
"Wait until you meet the owner of this school. He's a real piece of work. I've seen him fuck slaves and I've seen him whip slaves. I'm betting that he'll take advantage of having a fine young white boy here; and I'm sure the one thing you will be doing for the man is sucking his cock and swallowing his cum, not to mention his piss. Since I've been here, he's done it to all of us. But, in your case, he won't be fucking you unless your master gives him permission. He's pretty good with all the things they've got in all of the classrooms too. I've seen him juice a slave for half a day once; letting the poor slave wallow in his own piss and shit for hours. Electric torture ain't no picnic around here, especially if it is the main man doing the torturing. But who knows, you might be the kind of slave that gets off on pain and suffering. The Headmaster will be finding out that part of your existence pretty soon now."
Now I knew he was lying to me. The only thing my dad did was work and more work; making money right and left. He may be the owner of this place, with all of its' fancy training aids and stuff, but he would never fuck a man or let a man suck his dick. I don't even think that my mom ever sucked his dick either. Both of my folks are to straight lace to even consider doing something like that. Now, I know my uncle, on my mothers side of the family would. I haven't seen him in over ten years. Maybe he is dead or something worse. But listening to the slave, making my dad out to be some kind of sicko pervert, into administering pain and forcing sex on a man was making me madder by the minute. Thankfully, the sound of the door opening, brought his holier than thou sermon to a screeching halt.
I never realized how one's life can be sent into turmoil without knowing the time of day. Where had the day gone? Was it dinner time already? The familiar sound of the food cart coming down the walkway signaled so. Kneeling and accepting my meager bowl of slave food was something that I remember I must do. I mustn't forget to thank the slave when he returns to pick up my empty bowl. I had to use my hand to move my nose ring, as the food in the bowl seemed rather chunky and I didn't want to have trouble eating. By the time I finished eating, I was not only parched, but sweating and worst of all; my cock was harder than I could ever remember. Looking worried, I apparently drew attention to myself due to my stiff dick. For the first time, the other slave, opposite side, began to snicker and giggle. "Ah, I see they didn't wait long before giving you one of their special meals. Don't worry slave, we've all gotten them special ones from time to time." Not knowing what to say, I simply nodded to him, acknowledging that I'd heard him speaking. He definitely wasn't American. He had an accent that I couldn't recognize, perhaps he was African since he was dark black and his voice was rather deep toned. None the less, he did look quite nice, for a man that is. He didn't have any body fat on him at all and his cock was thick and long; but what amazed me, was his low hanging nuts. They were even longer than his massive dick size. I began thinking that my nuts were going to hang low, like his; with all the steel and heavy weights hanging on them. Odd, was, that he didn't have a single tooth in his mouth; just bright pretty pink gums, which seemed to shine under the light.
I suckled the rubber dick once more, trying to quench my thirst; paying no attention to the one slave who seemed 'hell bent' on being my cocksucking instructor. He was quickly getting on my nerves. But what he said lastly, sure got my attention. "You know, sex slaves like you will eventually have a tongue piercing to match the size of your Master's cock. Once that piercing has had time to heal, they will remove that small bead and replace it with a bigger one; depending on the size of your Master's cock. The new bead is designed to roll up and down on your Master's cock as you work your mouth back and forth over the length of it. It seems that Masters like it, because they get more pleasure from watching their slaves try to eat and drink versus having it rolling up and down on their dicks. But it sure does make a man dump a big load of cum in a hurry."
I quickly hopped to the cell door, kneeling; to thank the slave for bringing me my meal. Heck, the slave even said 'you're welcome', this time. The one distinguishing thing about this slave was his butt. It wasn't very big, but it fit his body perfectly. It was tan, matching the rest of his skin to perfection, unlike mine. Not that I was envious of his butt, but I must admit that it was rather nice looking on him. I'm guessing that a lot of other men had noticed it as well. However, the only thing which I didn't comprehend was that it looked like he'd been branded like a cow. On his upper left butt cheek was a circle with the letter M inside the circle. Bewildered, I watched him as he strode down the walkway, the door closing behind him. Once he'd left, I looked across the walkway and could see that the other slave was still lying on his cot, the bowl of food still sitting there on the floor. I'm sure that the slave needed to eat and drink, but he was still in a state of unconsciousness.
The entire block of slaves was now beginning to leave their cells, lining up single file on the walkway. I watched them all, until I was the only one left. I meagerly moved, standing as the last in line. As the door opened up, the line started to move. Just as I was about to move through the passageway, I was grabbed by my shoulders by two goons. The look on my face must have told them that they'd startled me, as they roughly pushed me backwards, into the cell block. "You are not getting a shower tonight boy. You have other things to do. But, you will have a special shower before 'lights out'."
They shuffled me back to my cell, just as I heard shoes clicking on the walkway. I instantly dropped to my knees, expecting the Headmaster; and I wasn't wrong. If it wasn't for that menacing prod hanging from his belt, I wanted to ask him about Jordan. Maybe when the others returned from showering, Jordan would be with them. Why, I couldn't understand, was I concerned about Jordan? He hadn't been here all afternoon, and I had to endure the humiliation, degradation, pain, and loneliness, all alone. I'm thinking he either is having sex, or worse yet, he is on his way back to the ship. Why would he come this far with me, only to return to the ship? But, I didn't want to see him having sex either. I wanted him to be like me. If there was a need for sex, then he could find better ways to have it, than to let some slave trainer fuck him up his cute butt.
I'd noticed that the door stayed open, long enough for them to push the video monitor back to my cell. The Headmaster spoke to me, briefly but with conviction. "This is only your first day here and you've already had to have two correctional applications. That, 'boy', I find inexcusable! So, I have instructed the teachers to set their implements of instruction to the medium setting; which if that doesn't work, they will set them on the highest setting. That will depend on how well you do from here on out. Two mistakes, you get medium level applicational instructions. After that you get full setting applications; WHICH I MIGHT ADD, once you've reached full settings; the teachers will never be able to reduce them. So there you have it, I hope you heard every word I've spoken; because I will not address this situation with you ever again." He turned and walked away, leaving the two slaves to re-connect the video screen. All I could hear now was the ever increasing soft moaning coming from across the walkway. I knew that once the video started that the predetermined volume would drown out the groans and moans coming from that battered and apparently distraught slave.
I knelt there, as I knew I should; waiting for the video to start. I couldn't help but notice how foul smelling I had become. Even my cell stank like a sewer. I couldn't wait to get a nice warm, soapy and sudsy, shower. Even aboard ship I was kept clean by Jordan; with his ever so gentle ministrations on my body and mind. I didn't have any idea where all the others had gone except to shower. I began thinking that there was more to this, than I was being told. I'm thinking that since it is early yet, that they've all been herded off somewhere to maybe watch a little television or better yet, a newly released movie. I just didn't want to have to work my way up the ladder around here. I sure as fuck wasn't going to suck dicks around here, just to get my 'brownie' points with the goons and teachers. No way in fucking hell would I stoop as low as these assholes. To them, from all I've seen and heard, sex and pain is all good. I'm beginning to think that they would starve to death; with it weren't for sex and pain. And if that IS the case; well then my dad has made the right move when it comes to slavery. Well, let's face it... if these slaves like sex and pain so much; then why not be a slave broker or slave trader? Just place your fucking order for what you want and my dad will get it for you. I wonder just how much money he makes as a slave broker. It must be a bunch, or he wouldn't be in a business like this.
As long as I've lived, I found my father to be one of those who get rid of anything of no use to him. And, to make things more interesting, he's always found somebody who wants to buy his castoffs. I remember one car he had, a real lemon of a car. Always, the damn thing was in the shop. Finally he sold it for the same price that he'd paid for it. It was a four year old car. I even remember mom telling me that dad once sold an old ocean freighter, to a third world country. It was nothing more than scrap metal but he sold it anyway and made over six million dollars on the deal. Was I beginning to see where I'd fucked up? If I was half as smart as my dad, I'd be working side by side with him and raking in the money. But oddly enough, my dad never indicated to me that he wanted me to follow in his footsteps. Even my mother never seemed to encourage me to work with dad, which sort of seems odd now. Holy shit, I just figured it all out. It is the slave business that dad is wanting me to learn. He wants me to learn it from the bottom up, the inside out. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on my dad. I'm betting that even all of these slaves know just who I am, and that is why they haven't tried anything stupid with me; except for that little piss party earlier. And that is why the Headmaster told me all about the electric prod; as he wouldn't think to use the high setting on me. Jesus, I'll just go along with this plan of dads and he'll see that I'm ready to work in the slave brokering business with him, for him. And Jordan, well now I know he is back on board the ship. This whole scenario was well planned. That is why Jordan never got a reply back from my mom via the ships' email system. She knows that I'm out here working, and now that dad has told her about his ties with the slave industry, she is pretty pissed off, knowing her, BUT she will understand and accept this, now that I'M learning the business. Damn, Damn, DAMN! I'm feeling better already...whew... what a relief.
The screen finally came to life. I knelt there not knowing what to expect; as the screen seemed to be running titles etc. just like in a real movie. I don't remember the name of the video, but indeed it was a run of the mill porn movie; meaning no real plot or script, just sex. It didn't take a minute and I knew it was an all male movie. For some reason, I didn't feel the need to close my eyes; perhaps now that I had a better understanding of my father's actions. I watched as the two young men undressed each other and quickly began kissing and grabbing a feel. What I found interesting was how quickly the actors erections and began to really get turned on by one another. They weren't bad looking either. One even had shaved his pubes off, which made me feel better too. The amount of consensual and reciprocating affections on the screen was great... well, considering I hadn't had sex in a long time and the fact that I hadn't expended my sperm for what seemed like forever. The more affection displayed, the more I was getting 'involved' with the video. Hard to imagine two men, consenting young adults, could find so much pleasure with the same sex. Several times, my stomach knotted up, while the camera was doing close-ups of the tongue on tongue kissing. I don't now when, or more importantly why, but my cock was rock hard. No matter how hard I tried to 'will it soft', it stayed firm and horizontal; putting a minimal strain on my testicles. By the time the one actor dumped his sperm in the asshole of the other one; I was boiling over with a need to jerk my meat. However, I knew that if I was caught even touching my dick, an educational experience would be meted out. I was thankful that the first video was over, anticipating another one just like it; and praying that the video wasn't about slaves and torture. The temptation to jerk off had barely subsided when the screen went to black and returned filling the whole screen with that 'snow effect'. Wait until I mention to dad, about the poor quality of equipment here; and suggest to him that we improve on it.
Perhaps, I'd over thought my idea, as the screen came to life. What I should have said is, IT CAME TO FUCKING LIFE!
There it was, on the screen; my fathers home office (he calls it his private space). The quality of the picture was too good to be a video, in fact; I was now seeing a live feed from his 'private space'. I was getting anxious to see my dad and hear what he has to say. I could even make out some of the pictures behind the desk, on the bookcase. Of course they were of me and mom, which made me briefly home sick. Hey, mom might even have a few words for me too. How great was this going to be... awesome for sure.
I wasn't' even feeling the pain in my knees anymore, as all my senses were trained on the screen, anticipating seeing my dad. My cock was still erect but I wasn't feeling the aches in my nuts, or any of my body rings come to think of it. And for sure my nose wasn't picking up any of the foul piss stench in my cell. Now I know why the other slaves were taken out of the cell block... just so I'd have 'private time' with my dad; to listen (for once) just what he had planed for me.
I saw a shadow in the picture, which soon turned out to be my dad. He was dressed like I'd never seen him dressed before. He wasn't in a suit, wasn't in casual wear either. He was clad in jeans and a black tank top. He moved behind the desk, holding a folder and didn't even look up at the camera until he was comfortably seated. Apparently, the folder contained the words which he planed to enumerate on. That was just like my dad, not saying anything important unless he had it all figured out and written down on paper. He never did like to make a speech unprepared.
"Hello 'boy'. I hope you're having a good time at the school. By now I know that you have learned what is going on, or so you think. But before we get started, I just want to say that you looked mighty fine when they took you off the ship. I really do like you all decorated up nice and pretty. I've been kept up to date on your training and it appears to me that your heart and soul are not into your new life. For the life of me, I can't figure you out; and I suppose that is why I've sold you into slavery."
Holy Jesus, did I just hear him right. Surely this is a test of my fortitude?
"I not only had been sent photos of your progress, but I've been constantly apprised of your transformation via video up linking. I've seen and heard every word aboard ship, most of which displeases me to no end. Your actions and those of some others wouldn't even make for a good movie, let alone a decent novel. Your life has changed forever, from the moment you stepped foot onto the ship. There is no turning back, at least not for you. You must go forward, accepting your new life as a sex slave; with zeal and vigor. You must not think of your old, your past life anymore. Daniel explained that to you, but you failed to grasp his message."
Now dad was making me nervous. Surely he knew that his words would strike discord in my brain. I can now only imagine what he told mom.
"As soon as you successfully complete your education, you will meet your Master. Every video you've seen and those you will see are videos selected by your new Master; aimed at helping you come to terms with your new life. Not only will you see them over and over again, but you will see many more videos; more in-depth, more in detail, more sexual, more painful, more degrading than those you've seen today."
My face was glued to the screen, and I don't even know if I was breathing. My dad was scaring the shit out of me now, and I was waiting for the punch line, i.e. ... 'April fools'... I noticed his right hand move across to the side of his desk, and in the blink of an eye; the screen split in two. One side was my dad, and the other side was me. Shit almighty... I'm on live television.
"Can you hear me alright, 'boy'?
"Yes dad, I can hear you great."
"Wrong answer, 'boy'! You should address all men, even myself as SIR! I'll make a note of your infraction so that the Headmaster can instill civility into your brain. Now then, you'll be receiving some additional work on your body, and I've arranged for it to be done this evening; after the others have returned to their lodgings."
Hearing those words sent fear bolting from my brain down into my toes; which caused me to piss myself, and which I saw happening on the screen. This didn't please my dad, as he once again 'made a note' for the Headmaster.
"Now then, I suppose you deserve at least some explanation; even though most slaves don't need one, or get one. For your entire life, I've been second to you. Your mother has nurtured you, coddled you, and spoiled you. Your mother has spent so much time with your upbringing that I've been denied my fatherly needs and desires, for all those years. I told your mother what has happened and she has left and gone to stay elsewhere. Someone is coming by tomorrow to gather up all of her belongings and we will most likely be getting a divorce, thanks to you. She knows about everything, including the slave business, which you are now a part of. She won't return unless you come back home; which just isn't going to happen now, or ever."
I began to cry like a baby. I don't think it was because of my dad; but because of what he'd said to mom and at least she had the courage to leave him. Now I know why she didn't' respond to the email.
"Stop your sniveling 'boy', right this instant! I guess I'm just going to have to make a note for the Headmaster. Slaves can't go around crying like babies. Now then where was I? I noticed that you are hesitant to suck on the water dildo in your cell. That won't be tolerated any longer. One of your primary functions is to suck cock well. You must learn to suck it so good, that your brain will crave cock. Speaking of which, you'll at least be safe in getting fucked up the ass, UNLESS your master gives permission for the school to open you up. I've had intense conversations with your Master and he assures me that unless you learn ALL of your other duties well, he WILL allow us to open you up. And I can assure you, that the first thing up your ass won't be a cock, or a dildo. So if you don't want the doctor stitching your ass up, you'd better learn quickly to follow orders; and do everything the school orders you to do. And I do mean EVERYTHING!
Now then, secondly, your piss swallowing is deplorable. Piss is healthy, as long as you suck the water dildo. Water is very important and the only way you're going to get water is through your water cock. I will be making a trip to the school in a few days, and you'd better have your urinal regiment down to perfection. And, I might add, that your passing or failing grade on urinal education will come from me. For the length of time that I'm at the school, every time, AND I MEAN EVERYTIME, I need to piss, you're going to be a good slave and swallow every fucking drop and speck of it. That's not to say that you won't be showing me what else you've learned to do either. It will be quite interesting to finally see you doing something constructive for once in your life. "
I was about to puke, but I knew that if I did and he saw me; that I'd have to lick it up right here in front of him. As the puke came up I forced it back down; only making matters worse. Jesus, where'd I gone wrong with my dad? This man talking to me isn't the same man that I knew back in New York. This man is a sadist though and through.
"In some ways, I'm glad that your mother is away. Tomorrow, I'm getting slaves in here to cook, clean and to tend to my most personal needs. It is to bad that you can't be one of them, as I feel having you around here, serving your parents would have been the best thing for everyone; however unfortunate, I've had to place you up for immediate sale to which, thankfully, I've found a buyer willing to display some, not much, patience with you. Perhaps in time, should you perfect your skills and your Master tires of you, we might just get you back home where you belong. I feel that having a son to service the intimate needs of his father is quite fitting; don't you agree? But now, you need to continue your education and the sooner you learn, without hesitation or repulsiveness; the sooner you can graduate.
I've arranged a small outing for you tomorrow. You will be walked down into the small town; just below the school. It isn't to far, perhaps a couple of miles. It will give you time to reflect on your life and status as a slave to mankind. There, you will be greeting by all of the male townsfolk. You will be educated there, with them, from them. I suppose it is one of the perks, being owner of the school, mayor of the town and chief procurer of slaves from the towns ample supply of humans willing to sell their children into slavery for a mere handful of American dollars. I think you will like the twins, once you meet them. They're a little younger than you, but have a voracious desire to become Masters themselves. One day, they might even be employed at the school. They'd do just about anything to get a good job paying them a thousand American dollars a year. If I were you I wouldn't concern myself with being confronted with even the youngest male. They've all seen naked slaves before and they will know just how to handle you tomorrow; even the boys that are ten and eleven years old will assist in your schooling, won't that be fun, not to mention quite exciting."
Holy shit! My dad has gone over the edge. I kept perfectly still, kneeling erect and keeping my eyes to the ground. This way I was able to listen and absorb every word he was saying. Even my dick was scared to death, hanging as limp as possible; considering the heavy ring and having my nuts bound tightly and stretched. I guess tomorrow would be my one and only chance to steal myself away from this hell hole; even if it meant running naked for days until I reached safe haven.
"Just a couple more things before I go 'boy'. You need to clean up that piss from the floor; so while I'm talking, why don't you be a good slave and turn around and start licking up your piss."
I wasn't about to answer him. He didn't' deserve the satisfaction of hearing me call him Sir. I kept my head lowered as I turned around and leaned down to begin licking up my piss. At least he wouldn't have to 'make a note'; since he couldn't see the river of tears streaming down my face.
"You know; I've really enjoyed our little chat. We haven't had a conversation in so long that this means a lot to me. I can't wait to get down there, and perhaps we can have more talks and maybe even share a meal or two. Just the two of us, alone. I must say that I am enjoying the view from down there. I hadn't realized just how much of a cock and set of balls you had growing between your legs. You must admit, though, that you look a hundred times better without hair. It makes you look like the proper slave. I only wished all of the students were hairless, makes for a lot less work for the teachers."
Dad's bullshit chat was grinding on every nerve in my body. Thank goodness he is about done with his 'sermon'. I just kept on licking the floor, even though it was already clean. I just didn't want to turn around, again, and give my dad the pleasure of seeing my face and front side.
"Ok then, last note I have here is... oh yes... your friend Jordan. Well apparently you're to blame for what I'm about to say. It appears that you made it your goal to get Jordan to help you out of your predicament. That wasn't a smart move on your part OR his. Daniel discovered the two emails Jordan sent for you. You mother was furious with me to say the least, but I feel that I've remedied that situation. Next week, I'm going to have a meeting with Alan's parents to explain your new life. Perhaps I can make them understand just how much you need this new life; seeing how they have three slaves of their own, I'm sure they'll understand. As for your friend Alan; well I'm sure that he is quite happy with his current life. In case you forgot, I saw how you and he; along with the other three boys were getting along after your birthday party. It was quite obvious to me; the minute I saw them wearing those really adorable Speedos. As for Jordan... well I'm positive that you haven't seen him or should I say recognized him. That slave flesh across from your cell is in fact Jordan. You'll have ample time to visit and learn with him. He sealed his own fate, the second he betrayed me and his fellow slaves; by helping you. I hope you can learn from your mistakes. Until we meet, or should I say... Until you suckle and swallow your fathers piss...."
I turned to face a black screen. He was gone, thank God. Now, I had to concern myself with seeing Jordan. If what my dad said was true, then the bloodied, beaten, ringed and tortured male so close to me now, was Jordan... My body fell to the ground, as I curled up into a fetal position and cried like an infant.
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