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Sail Away Chapter Nineteen
The closer we came to the school; I was made aware, visually, of just how many slaves are around this place. They seemed to be everywhere. I could see some working in the fields of corn and other vegetables, some working away making the lawn and shrubs look beautiful and some were just walking to or from some place. It struck me as odd though; as these slaves at least wore a simple, small cloth which seemed to cover their cock and balls. Maybe they were towns people paid to work here, enabling them to provide for their families.
Once I could see the school, I knew that the day should just about be over. I
continued to look around, as we made the final turn in the road. I could see
below quite clear now. I even saw the flat parcel of ground where the helicopter had landed; thinking perhaps that my dad would be landing there late tomorrow as well. Beyond that, the blue Pacific; with its endless beauty. The unmistakable fragrance of Gardenia's in bloom hit me like a brick. They were my favorite of all times; when I was helping mom outside around the house, as she so dearly loved tending to her plants and flowers. It made me feel home sick, which was so overwhelming that I swept in silence.
Now, I could see the entry door of the school; the one which was where they first led me through into my new world of perversion. I was glad when we stopped; as Jordan appeared to be close to collapsing from the job he was given to perform.
Jordan was the first one of us to be disconnected from the cart. I was mortified when four of the workers and one teacher began to drag him by his arms through the door without so much as a word. Jordan didn't protest. Jordan didn't struggle. Perhaps Jordan knew much better than I, that to do so could and would result in severe punishment.
My ankles and wrist were soon unshackled from the cart; and that brief moment of freedom almost made me want to run. However, with leather booties and mitts on my body; that would have made it very difficult. More workers, two teachers AND the fucking Headmaster were now surrounding me; as if they wanted to eat me alive.
None of them, from what I could see; seemed to be in a good mood. I know that I couldn't have done anything to displease them, or could I? Well, as it turns out, I had disobeyed. The Headmaster blatted out that I'd broken several rules of learning. One, that I'd looked around; which meant that I'd moved a part of my body without permission, and two; that I'd dare look a man in his face. My world came crashing down on me; as they all took part in lifting me from the cart, and without letting me touch the ground, they began to haul my sorry ass into school.
Now, more than ever, I began to feel the strain on my 'pleasure balls', as the rigid steel contraption kept pulling them further and further away from my body. All of my rings were swaying with ease, steadily expanding the already large holes they were in. The plug up my ass seemed to be moving in the opposite direction from the way my body was being jostled about. The snout ring kept hitting my lips as if it were one of those clangers in an old church bell. It was only a few seconds and the heavy ball, riding atop my tongue, forced me to open my mouth allowing my tongue to protrude past my lips. Some of the steel clothespins were knocked off my body by the men who were carrying me along. Each time one of them was knocked off, shockwaves of pain went shooting through my body. My 'thing' was feeling the worst of it, I think. The Prince Albert was swinging away, making the holes in my cockhead even larger. Each of the clothespins felt like they weighed a ton, if not more. Mentally I was begging these men to set me down. I wanted to plead for my own safety. I needed to piss and I had an uncanny desire to find, and be with Jordan. Didn't he say last night; well I think he said, and I think it was last night, that he would protect me for ever and ever?
Just as soon as we got inside the door, we turned right; which was a different way then the other two times I'd been. It seemed like they carried me forever, as we made our way down the walkway. All I could see were the concrete walls and the bricks on the floor below. Ahead of us, somewhere in the bowels of the building; I could hear screams and people yelling. The screams got louder and louder as we progressed along the 'walk of doom'.
The floor seemed to be getting brighter as we made our way towards all the yelling and screaming. The men made one final turn to the left and I was in the
same room with all of the yelling.
I could easily see that the floor had changed from bricks into a terrazzo floor. The bright lights from above reflected over every inch of the sparkling clean floor.
Through the yelling, someone had draped a leather thing over my back. All I could see were four or five leather straps with their buckles dangling from each side of my torso. The moment, the whole scenario was becoming stranger by the second.
At least the leather felt cool to my bare skin but that wasn't of any consequence. So odd looking man was now laying beneath me, and I dare not look at him. I could see his arms moving quickly, as he took a strap from one side and buckled it to the strap which lay opposite it.
The first strap, went just under my boy tits, as he was careful not to entangle the strap with my nipple rings. The second strap went across my abdomen just above my belly button. The strap closest to my left leg seemed different, at least it felt different. The strap went behind my lower back, between my butt cheeks and out the front. The man adjusted the strap so that it wasn't obstructing my butt plug. It actually came just to the side of my 'thing' and 'pleasure balls', before it was looped back through the buckle; but never completely secured. My other leg was done in the exact same manner, leaving the
opposing end of the strap unsecured ( for now).
After yanking off the last remaining clothespins from my armpits, the man ran
the final two straps. Each strap ran across each of my pits and looped somewhere behind me. When he crawled from beneath me, I caught a glimpse of his face. It was the teenager who had won the 'paint the slave' contest. Apparently he wasn't as innocent, as I had originally assumed all of the town's boys were.
I was still caught up with the screaming and yelling, however; from the sound
that was intermixed with all the other noise, it was plain to tell now... that
someone was getting thrashed. Probably by a whip or something.
In unison, everyone began to turn me over, face up. During the transition, I found the source of the screams. It was Jordan, being struck across his back with a thick leather strap; which was leaving his skin bright red and blistered.
I paid no attention to the lights or ceiling above me, now. My head was being
supported by someone, I'd not seen before. Chains were somehow lowering from the ceiling. Each of the chains were attached to the loop of the buckles which had just been fastened around and over different parts of my body.
A second tier of chains lowered, and these were attached to my wrist cuffs, my ankle cuffs and two of them were attached on opposite sides of my collar.
The slack in the chain soon disappeared and all hands were removed from my body. I was suspended in mid-air. Jesus, this felt so weird, so exposed.
Jordan had stopped screaming and yelling. I only moved my eyeballs just enough to see that he'd apparently passed out. There were three or four tiny streaks of blood streaming down his back; just thankful that his brain succumbed to the pain and had shut down his physical ability to feel anymore of it. The man using the strap almost made one final blow, but wisely opted not to.
As the minutes slowly swept forever away, I began to notice more activity around me. Somehow, there were several chains that had begun to move. My legs were being pulled apart; as I wondered when the damn things would stop moving.
The chains holding my wrist seemed to also follow along in the same fashion, but they stopped short of ripping my arms out of the shoulder sockets. As my legs continued to slowly spread, the set of chains around my abdomen began to raise up, allowing me the chance to look at my tormented 'thing and pleasure balls'.
My legs finally stopped moving just short of being directly out to my sides and the chains which helped lift my stomach up, also stopped. My 'tunnel' was now slightly higher than my head.
Some of the workers and teachers were speaking in Spanish; for which I should
perhaps have been thankful. Had I understood what they were saying just may have caused me even more undue alarm.
I continued to notice small things going on, well not that small. I saw a man, fully clothed; holding what might have been a professional type of movie camera. I'd not seen him before, and I began to wonder just how long he'd been filming all of this. He moved closer to my 'tunnel', I guess to get a real close up view. He made several passes over my thing and balls filming them from each side. He made it quite clear, by his actions, that he'd even been filming my face and all of my piercings.
A noise, like smooth wheels rolling on the floor distracted me; as the man filming moved swiftly down towards where my feet normally would have been. I felt a small bump on my cheeks as something was being positioned under me; or more precisely, my 'tunnel'. I cast my eyes around, the best I could and thought that I had noticed several more cameras atop tripods.
Looking back towards my thing, I could easily now focus on the teenager who was holding a rather weird looking hose in his hand. It was a hose that looked more like a snake that had swallowed something. The hose had ridges on it, spaced about two inches apart. I watched as the teen began pushing something onto the end of the hose. It looked like what they may have already shoved up my ass.
For the life of me, I still was in a quandary as to the reason the teenager was here, let alone helping the teachers. It almost seemed to me that he was perhaps more than just one of the town 'boys'. But still, even from this short distance, I didn't mind looking at his dick, as it brought back to mind his intoxicating fragrance. I'll never know why or how, my thoughts towards a mans body was beginning to change. All I know is that this teenager has more hair on him than I do right now, and his dark pubic bush made me a tad envious. I almost fucked up, when I was looking at his facial features and I nearly locked my eyes on to his. For a boy, he was rather handsome or even beautiful.
The moment my butt plug was taken out, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was as if I'd been given a new lease on life. It even felt good, when I could actually feel air moving around it; and then I realized that my tunnel was nothing more than an open hole. I carefully watched as the guy with the camera stepped in a filmed my most private of places. This dude had to be one sick fucking pervert if there ever was one.
There was some small talk about my tunnel. The man apparently was, himself, getting sexually aroused and had to be firmly reminded that my tunnel was off limits. Thank goodness for that. In this position I would have been 'fair game' for the entire world population of men. And I planned on putting up one hell of a fight with the first fucker who tries to fuck me in the ass!
The teenager moved in between my splayed legs, as if he were a stealth bomber. My short reprieve was over, as the tip of the hose touched my tunnel. I was glad that it didn't feel cold. He held it there briefly and then began to slowly push it in. All I could relate to this was that I'm getting an enema, but in a different way. And if that was the case, why in God's name do all these men feel the need to watch it all happen, not to mention the perv who is filming the whole thing!
I knew something odd was about to happen when I felt my tunnel close up and not let that first ridge of the hose inside. The boy pulled the hose out a little and pushed it in again and again; which led me to think that this kid wasn't about to give up. Something like me I suppose, being bullheaded and all, just like my dad used to say to me. Finally as that ridge popped through, my
body tensed up so much; that I thought I was frozen in time. It hurt like hell, but I was a bigger man than the whole bunch of them guys and I didn't let on that I was hurting.
The water started flowing inside, slowly. It to was warm; unlike the cold water in my cell. It sort of felt nice and cozy, in a strange way. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, allowing the burning around my tunnel to subside and for me to absorb the feeling of the water as it coursed its way into my body.
I felt something on my lips, which instantly caused my eyes to open. Standing
next to my head was the doctor; holding a cup of water with a straw. He motioned for me to sip through the straw and quench my thirst. I stuck one of those 'horse pills' along side the straw and I, like a fucking dumbass, swallowed right down. I saw one of the teachers hand him a syringe, which unceremoniously was poked into my right butt cheek. I sorta knew about the pill, but the needle made me wanna squirm.
I began to get uncomfortable as the water didn't seem to be stopping. Apparently the photographer was filming my ever increasing stomach, as the water expanded my lower portion.
Now I was beginning to panic. I couldn't hold anymore of the water and I knew
that if there was an 'accident' it could mean that I might suffer the same consequences as Jordan. I began hoping that the ridge on the hose might just act like a stopper and keep the water in; which proved for now to be the case.
The chains began to move once more; this time my upper body was being lowered. It felt weird, as now I could see my thing laying flat against my body, but; my 'pleasure balls' were sticking straight up into the fucking air for everyone to see. With all the metal on them I could understand why my balls were the way they were being on display.
My stomach began to growl, not from hunger I'm sure; but I thought perhaps something was in the cool water which I eagerly drank. I could even begin to feel some of the water in my intestines began to flow downward, all caused my gravity I'm sure.
Many things began to happen in the room, but not to me. I heard the sound of a motor and chains clinking. Jordan was being moved along a track, of sorts, closer to where I was. The machinery in the room, although unseen, was a real
marvel. Jordan's battered and torn body came slowly towards me and finally stopped just below my chest. Then his body began to turn, as if by magic, and when it came to rest, Jordan was facing me, finally. It was even clearer now,
that they'd even lashed out on his stomach with the leather strap. I couldn't see his manly dick, but it wouldn't have surprised me if someone took a few
swings at that as well. He was still unconscious, thankfully; as I'd not want him to see me in this manner.
My body began to feel warmer to me, and in some ways it felt comforting. With my stomach all messed up, I began thinking I might puke at some point, but at least the desire to shit myself had subsided for now.
Several loud voices from outside the room, sent one or two of the teachers to
investigate, as the others including the Headmaster stayed behind. Shortly thereafter, the two teachers returned; only to be followed by two gargantuan slaves, dragging the Headmaster's son behind. The slaves were naked as was the boy. The slaves didn't appear to have an ounce of fat on their bodies from my vantage point at least.
I could easily see the bandage on the boy, from his recent castration. It was
stained with a few spots of blood.
The Headmaster could only stare at his son, with seething contempt. The camera man quickly turned his attention to the young boy, filming every single moment. I think, if I remember correctly; that the last time I saw the boy, he had beautiful blonde hair and was well developed for his age. I couldn't help
but to think about him losing his nuts, just because he liked boys and men. I wonder if castrated males would have that same captivating fragrance as a normal male would have.
"So you told these two slaves that you wanted to eat shit. Well, you're about to get your wish!" The Headmaster yelled at the boy.
That said, the boy was dragged over between my legs and then he disappeared.
I discovered, much later, that the plastic barrel under my tunnel had been designed with a hole in the side of it, about eighteen inches off the bottom. There was a metal grate secured in place at the lowest part of the hole, which
covered the entire circumference of the barrel. They had placed the boy, face up, into the barrel until his shoulders acted as a stop.
Once the chains began to move, I realized just what was happening. My head and torso rose higher and higher, as my butt cheeks finally made contact with the barrel. My outstretched legs were burning as my muscles were being strained to their maximum.
Once the chains had stopped, and the camera man was ready, the handsome teenager simply yanked the hose out of my tunnel. The instant relief was another blessing from above. The water and my ass slime flew out of me like a race horse with the shits. Such a relief was most welcome. I didn't give much thought to the boy, until I heard someone describing his appearance to the Headmaster; who simply said, "Again".
The sound of a large fan muffled a lot of what else was being said. I can only surmise that the big fan, way up in the ceiling, was extracting any and all of the odors coming from the barrel.
I was again inverted, but it wasn't until I was nearly head down that the teenager inserted the hose, this time with more zeal and vigor; as I felt not only the first ridge enter my tunnel but the second one as well. Mathematically
speaking that would equate to about four inches of hose up my fucking butt. That part, the part of a teenager and his hose infuriated me to no end; but I was still helpless to defend myself.
I could see the teenager standing outside my hips, almost opposite Jordan. His hand was holding the hose, and I think his other hand was holding his own dick.
I'm not sure but it felt as if they put more water into my bowels this time, as I could almost feel it rushing through the maze of intestines towards my stomach. Fifteen minutes later, I was raised back up and permitted to evacuate
my insides.
It felt so good to be finally empty, and better now that my insides were clean. I was getting used to my enemas, but today's seemed a bit extreme. I'm not one who's into playing with poop, but some are; and by the attitude around this place... most of them are..
The boy was pulled out of the barrel and anybody and everybody, naked or clothed, produced their cocks and sprayed his down real good with their piss. The teenager managed to smile at me, as he quickly put the top on the barrel and
the cover over the side hole. It didn't take long for the big fan to shut down, and now the room seemed somewhat 'normal' again.
Everybody finished shaking the last few droplets from their dicks, and those that need tucking in; were tucked in a zipped back into hiding.
I focus my attention on Jordan, who was now being removed from his wrist chains; and carefully lowered to the floor, with the doctor now in attendance. I guess Jordan was getting a good dose of smelling salt under his nose; as he choked and gasp for air and I saw his eyes come to life. The doctor asked if he could stand up and Jordan tried his hardest; but had to sit back down on the floor.
I was so glad that Jordan had missed the tunnel cleaning and the grand finale of the boy covered in ass slime. He didn't need any more 'surprises' today. The doctor bent down and helped Jordan to his feet and one of the workers jumped in to help get Jordan down to the doctor's treatment room. I only hope that the doctor doesn't have any more plans for Jordan, other than tend to his scourged body.
Meanwhile, the boy and the floor were hosed down and the slaves in attendance, used squeegees to hurry the drying process. I was shocked to find the boy now licking my inner thighs and the entrance to my tunnel. The thought of it all was disgusting, but when I closed my eyes; the magnitude of excitement washed over me. The boys tongue felt so good on my skin. I didn't want him to ever stop, as my heart raced with along with my mind, in unison; with nothing more than sexual ecstasy feeding the fire in my groin. I was so enthralled with the moment that I didn't notice or feel the Headmaster attach bungee cords to the two rings of my ball divider; the other end of the bungee attaching to the two chains which were being used to support my upper chest strap.
My 'pleasure balls' were now staring me in the face. My thing was forced to lay flat against my body.
The doctor came back in, with the one worker, but without Jordan; which concerned me some, but I had other things going on that seemed more relevant at the moment.
The handsome teenager was carefully tending to my body; washing it with warm,
soapy water; while the young boy followed behind and rinsed the soap and daily accumulation of grime away. The Headmaster was talking with the doctor and the photographer was still capturing every moment of my 'lesson'. All of the others seemed to be gathered in a corner talking among themselves, which was fine by me.
As the warm rinse water dried, I felt cool once again; but quite refreshed. The doctor came over and placed another pill, like yesterday's pill into my mouth and I had to swallow it without anything to wash it down. I couldn't keep up with the pills, as each of them had different colors and did different things. But, the pretty pink one I just took; if I remember correctly would make me a little lazy and sleepy. I looked forward to the sleep part.
The Headmaster took hold of his 'son', keeping him close to himself as he scanned the room, those in attendance and me. He looked at the teenager with a look of pride, before he began to speak.
"I just want to say to everyone here that the 'boy' has done a good job here today. He's been faithful to the school since the day he was born. He has watched over the flock of boys in town and helped them in any way he could. He has always kept the school informed of each and any problems which arose in town; as well as occasionally helped us out here at the school. Today he won the contest and we are all so pleased with him. He learned all of his own lessons well.
It is not often that we train a boy to become a slave only to discover that he has other talents. He has shown a great deal of patience as he learned to pleasure a man. Therefore... I am announcing to all those present that from this day forth, he shall become known as a 'teachers assistant'. He will reside in the teachers building with all of the other teachers. Beginning tomorrow he will be issued a pair of shorts, indicating his status as a teacher."
The boy seemed to be caught completely off guard by what the Headmaster just said. The boy was smiling but still maintained his humble expression.
"Now then, since the new 'boy' is to uneducated in the ways of a slave; I'm assigning this 'younger pussy slave' to our newest teacher. He will be in charge of every aspect of the young slave's education; under the supervision of myself or another teacher. So in proper fashion, in celebration, we'll enjoy the deflowering of the young slave by his new teacher."
The Headmaster pushed his 'son' towards the teenager, who caught him in both hands.
With a desire to please the Headmaster, the teenager quickly pushed the boy to the floor, commanding him to kneel.
After kneeling, the young boy adjusted his knees, as if he knew what was coming and lowered his head to the floor.
The naked teenager took up his position behind the boy and began stroking his own dick until it was filled with blood. Spreading the boy's cheeks, and not using any lubrication; the teenager drove his pretty dick up into the slave's tunnel.
Amidst plea's to stop from the boy, and cheering from all the others; the teenager drove his dick in until he had nothing left to impale the boy with. The Headmaster stood silently by, observing the whole scene as if it were just another virgin tunnel getting drilled.
I caught a glimpse of the teenager looking up at the Headmaster, and the Headmaster nodding his head; just seconds before the teenager filled the boy's tunnel with his hot seed. The teenager kept pumping away in the boy's ass, as the group urged him on. The boy turned his screaming and pleading into soft moans; which to me seemed as if the boy was getting off on getting fucked up his ass.
The whole thing was a bit much for me to handle. I'd never even seen a still photo of two males fucking, let alone been in a room while they were doing it.
After the teenager withdrew his dick, the boy quickly turned and swallowed the entire length of it; apparently licking and sucking the ass slime off.
I closed my eyes, trying to rationalize the need for two men to 'lay together'. If it hurts that much, then why do they do it? But on the other hand, after the hurt comes pleasure. I'm not sure that I follow that at all; but the cute teenager sure as hell seemed to enjoy fucking the tunnel, that much I do know.
I wonder, if I ever allowed, say, Jordan to fuck me; or even Alan, would it hurt like that and then would the hurt turn to pleasure. It didn't and it doesn't make a difference. I'll be long gone before anybody tries shit like that on me.
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