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Sail Away Chapter Twenty
I began, again, thinking about Jordan. How he was doing or better yet; what were 'they' doing to him or with him. I couldn't help but to feel that everything that was happening to him was my entire fault. If I knew how to pray, I'd pray that Jordan wasn't loosing his beautiful nuts. I couldn't wait until we were back in my cell, together again.
I witnessed the brutal way in which the young boy's new teacher was speaking to him and knocking him about. I was glad to see, that the boy was finally allowed just to kneel, properly, without anyone bothering him (for once).
My own body started to move, as some (perhaps all) the chains began repositioning my body. It felt as if I was floating on air, which really began to relax me quite abit.
My head was rising upward, my knees and padded feet were starting to lower; as two unseen males grabbed my lower extremities and held them firm. As my leather covered knees made contact with the floor, the two men kept them well separated. I began extremely dizzy, as my blood flow started to re-adjust to the current position of my body. The two men, each placed one of their hands behind my shoulders to steady me; as the chains made their final adjustments.
The two bungee cords which had been previously attached to my ball binders and the chains were now being stretched quite a bit. Not only had my dick been forced up against my stomach, but now my nads were also flat against my bare skin. I still had to be careful with how my body moved because the cinch band
was still in place; and even though they'd removed four of those spikes, there were still six of those sharp little fuckers left. It looked strange, yet erotic, to see my balls on either side of my dick like that.
The final adjustment the chain had completed was to the two chains on my collar. I was now kneeling, with still no part of me allowed to move.
Once the Headmaster was satisfied with my situation, he gathered up all the men and spoke quietly with the whole group; both workers and slaves. He even brought the camera man into the group.
Immediately after speaking to the group, the Headmaster departed. They all seemed stunned by whatever it was that the Headmaster had said to them. As the men started to drift away into pairs, I could hear some of them talking about
what they'd just heard, just discovered; which... once I'd processed it myself, even I was taken back by it. What I write now, is the general idea of the conversation.
This young, innocent and most attractive young boy, now a slave; isn't the Headmaster's son. The boy is a product of the doctor's artificial insemination program. Therefore it wasn't the Headmaster's seed which fertilized the egg. However, most disturbing, is the fact that eight years ago, ... two years after
the start of the Morris Slave Training School... that the owner of the school had hired the current doctor and had begun the program to bred females for the simple and sole purpose of producing slave babies. In order to produce, in their minds, a slave with a brain for which to comprehend and learn the proper slave behavior, the proprietor of the school supplied the sperm with which to make the first dozen or so slave babies.
This boy kneeling next to me was my step brother. I was once again saddened by the news; that my dad could have kept this whole thing a secret from his family all these years. What kid in his right mind wouldn't want a baby brother; and one as beautiful as this one, at that.
Thoughts and everything else vanished as I along with the boy, began swallowing large amounts of piss from everyone in the room. The camera man was doing his best to get everything on film.
I must be getting used to such taste, as none of it seemed to prompt me into wanting to vomit. Each one of the cocks I had accepted into my face smelled like pure sex. I couldn't get over how much I was changing; me of all people. I didn't know, nor care, if it was just me or the drug that was making me think and feel this way. The whole situation seemed to be one of them having fun using us as urinals, and me lusting for another cock just so that I could savor the taste and the essence of man.
Regardless of what my brain was transmitting, I knew that I was thankful for the chains holding me in position. Just like the other day, my limbs were nothing more than lifeless parts of me. One of the men even made some sorry ass comment about several of them having to take me back to my cell just because they knew that I wouldn't be able to stand alone.
It reminded me of something on the news years ago; when people were being operated on but could still feel the operation, something about not enough anesthesias or something. My brain was working, my reflexes seemed to work, well at least my throat muscles; but everything was shut down.
Three of the workers lifted the young boy to his feet, apparently taking him back to his cell.
The chain mechanism lowered me to the floor, where I lay completely stretched
out; as the workers and slaves began releasing me from the chains and leather harness. The only thing that I could think about, wasn't getting back to my
cell; but what it would be like, how would it feel, to suck on one of these gorgeous cocks dangling and swaying all around my nakedness.
A remarkable thing happened next. All of the men simply turned and walked out of the room; leaving me alone. I couldn't move my arms or legs, so any idea of me running off was of no use to me. I caught a quick look at them as they exited, noting that several of them had some awfully cute butts; tight and firm with masculine looking thighs. Now why was I looking at butts, let alone thinking that they were 'cute'.
I don't know how long I lay there, but at least I was getting a little bit of
rest. I could feel the new grease melting way up inside me and that fucking plug up my ass, keeping all the grease from running out.
I wonder how my mom is doing, is she okay, where is she staying and all the other things that a boy thinks about when his mom and dad aren't getting along. Little did I know that...
Mom had already gotten hold of a huge legal team, specializing in big money divorce cases. I guess, like all attorneys, they make tons of money on cases like this. Better this than chasing ambulances, I guess.
It was mom's intention to get everything she could, including the house... the yacht... money and if at all possible the families shipping business. That wouldn't leave dad with much... SHIT... the only thing he'd be left with was the school.
Two plus two equals the camera man. Now I understand what some of the men were talking about. The man is doing all of this filming to make a video of the school and how they train males to become slaves. Dad is going to 'advertise'
the school and owners would send their new slaves here for specialized training. Dad always could make a dollar turn into a twenty any time he put his mind to it.
Four naked bodies lifted me off of the floor, and began to carry me like a dead animal out of this room of doom. I didn't notice or care, which way we were going just as long as we were getting out of this one. It really wasn't all that bad, now that I think about it. They could have harmed me a great deal in there but I honestly wasn't.
It's not like they beat me, like they'd done to Jordan. It wasn't as if they had fucked me, like the new teacher did to the young boy. It was in some ways nice, but considerably different than what most straight guys like me get involved with. Drinking piss wasn't all that bad and, well, the enema didn't do any lasting damage.
Slowly, and silently they continued carrying my limber body; being very careful that they didn't bang my head on a wall or the floor. My eyes rolled from side to side and top to bottom as I couldn't help but notice the two cocks dangling down; which belonged to the two slaves holding onto my legs. These had to be the biggest and thickest things I'd ever seen. Not withstanding the two smooth round butts either side of my head. Being this close to them, I could easily see their taut muscles flex with each step they took. Damn, I'd like to someday have butt muscles like that.
My brain continued to float from these four men, to Jordan, to the young boy and to my mom, and back again. I still didn't hear anything about Jordan, and I was concerned about my new found half brother as well. Now I know what mom meant when she said years back that, 'life isn't easy and sometimes life isn't fair'.
Finally arriving at my cell, the four slaves put me up onto my knees and leaned me backwards. I knew this wasn't right, from the get go. I felt my back come in contact with something cool and hard; but whatever it was, kept me from falling backwards as they quickly attached my iron ankle cuffs to it. My wrists were pulled back behind this thing and quickly attached to each other. >From the rear, one of the slaves pulled a wide leather strap; which he placed across my forehead and affixed the end of it someplace behind me. I was now, once again, being restrained; and helpless to defend myself. If anyone wanted to abuse me there was simply nothing I could do to stop them. But, for the most part; the other slaves on the cell block seemed to be nice to me, except that one time they all surprised me by pissing on me but I don't think they'd try something like that again.
I found it so easy to forget about the bad things which had happened to me from the beginning; simply by closing my eyes. It seemed that with my eyes closed, only good things came to mind; like the sweet taste of piss and the overpowering smell of a real man, not to mention the sexual excitement when there is a tongue licking your tunnel. Least I not forget, all of my pretty jewelry either. That's one thing I noticed from the moment I got to school; that I was the only one who seemed to have such nice body piercings until they adorned Jordan with them too.
Jordan, why do I keep thinking about him every time my eyes are closed? It is
becoming routine that thoughts of him are everywhere.
I heard the door open and close, and thought it might have been the Headmaster. I was already kneeling but my head wasn't down, so maybe I'll be in trouble for not following the rules. I heard foot steps and rumbling coming down the walkway getting closer and closer.
The first thing I saw enter my cell was the seemingly ever present photographer. Behind him were two slaves wheeling the wide screen television. The man stayed in my cell, as the slaves positioned the screen at my cell door. Now I was confined to my cell, all bound, with a clothed male. I wondered, to myself, it this guy ever stopped smiling. He seemed to never be without a smile; which only told me that he really loves his job.
I didn't have to wait long before the screen came to life. Some of the same introductory words, as yesterday started the show off. When the movie finally began, it was kind of eerie to say the least. Two men dressed in leather from
head to toe were standing in front of a guy about my age. This movie had sound and a script which made it seem easier to follow.
These guys were talking nicely to the third man, like they were laying out the rules. The flick soon went to a real life dungeon. It was really something to see. I didn't know what all that stuff was in there, but there was tons of
things to look at.
It wasn't long before the young man was naked, and going through what the other two, called positions. Over and over again, they drilled these 'positions' into the mans mind. Heck, even I finally got the hang of them all, and I didn't even have to do any of them. It seemed rather formal, all these positions, but I suppose there is a reason and purpose for them all.
The naked man was quite well built, even if I say so myself; but once he'd had all his hair removed he looked so much younger and sexier. Well, I'm not sure about the 'sexier' part, but he did have a nice cock and balls. I thought the whole movie so far was very informative, yet it still had an air of excitement in it as well. Now, I wonder, if the naked man is getting paid for all of his time; he should be, I mean they did remove his clothes and his body hair. Jesus, the mans cock was getting hard and the camera zoomed right in on it. They all must be gay for sure. Let's face it... a man doesn't get a stiffy just kneeling naked in front of two leather dudes... or does he. I did notice however, that the man still had his foreskin. I remember having mine sliced off not to long ago, but now that I've seen so many different dicks around here, I don't mind not having that extra skin dangling over the end of my thing.
I watched as the man was learning how to suck a cock. At first it seemed as if he was having a difficult time of it; but, the two other men were constantly instructing him on the proper techniques. I began to wonder if this movie was some sort of instructional flick, as I recall yesterday I watched a movie about swallowing piss and today all I did was swallow piss. I'm thinking, that they're thinking that they are going to force me to suck a mans dick... WRONG!
The lesson went on for quite some time, yet the man, how'd did they say, "hadn't done to well because he couldn't deep throat yet'. Not being gay or ever sucked a dick before, wasn't a hundred percent sure what all that meant.
The next thing I saw, was the man being tied down to a black leather table. It looked rather comfortable, but being tied to it, one might suppose that it didn't matter if it was or not. The two men began putting wires all over the man. Some on his stomach, armpits, balls, two or three on his dick and then the finale came when they stuck a long flexible thing right fucking down inside the dudes dick and attached a wire to the part that was sticking out.
Sure looked strange to me; especially if this was some sort of medical procedure. I couldn't imagine having something stuffed down my own cock and then have a wire attached.
I didn't have long to wait, and the poor man was screaming bloody murder. Minutes went by as I watched in total amazement, pondering what the guy must have gone through. I finally, with the help of the film, was able to determine that these two were giving the third man some sort of electrical torture; a far cry from any medical procedure that was for sure. The camera filming that scene even showed just how much sweating the dude was doing. The whole leather table was dripping with perspiration. It captivated me, completely, kneeling there and watching the man's cock flop all around, up and down as the electricity coursed its way down the length of his penis. No pun intended, but it was a hot scene for sure.
I could only think, that this guy was being trained as a pain slave; I think I heard one of the others in the movie say something about 'pigslave' but again, just more terminology that I need not know or understand.
Whatever the case was, I thought the movie was presented well and with a bit of style. It sure wasn't anything like that one porn movie I watched at a friends house this past summer. Oh, how I remember that movie; which, come to think of it, that guy had a great big dick and he didn't even have the girl give him a blowjob, or drink his piss. I guess girls just don't understand the importance a man has to find such releases for his built up desires.
I think the ending of this movie was the greatest thing I'd ever seen. They had removed the thing from the guy's dick but kept everything else hooked up to him; and before too long there were strings and gobs of his sperm shooting several feet into the air. Watching him cum like that, reminded me that I hadn't cum in a while either. How long, just how fucking long had it been since I drained my nuts? That guy was the lucky one, for sure. But if that's what it takes to shoot my load, then you can just fucking forget it. I'll wait and just have a wet dream or something; no shock treatment for this guys balls, no sir, not now, not ever.
The next video to appear on the screen was another one of those where two gay
guys are having a lurid affair on the bed. It was reminisant of the one I watched last night. I a lot of ways it sort of reminded me of what went on with
Jordan and myself; without all of the cock sucking and ass ramming. It ended
just like the one porn movie; with the dude dumping his load on the other mans body. To bad that they never let the guy shoot his wad directly into the other man; I imagine that to be a marvelous feeling and sensation. I'd almost,
possibly could, imagine myself humping another dude's ass; just once to see what it was like. I guess men know a good thing when they see one; or, they know a tight ass when it grabs their dick.
God almighty, where were these thoughts and ideas coming from? I couldn't possibly be thinking about having sex, man on man. It isn't something that boys my age did. If these men, older than myself, wanted to lay with another man than so be it; I would never look down upon them at all. I mean, well, I do have some unexplained feelings towards Jordan and Alan; but some day it will all come clear to me as to the why and how.
Thankfully the last video wasn't a long one and the slaves came and moved the
screen so that the photographer could leave my cell; but quickly put the screen back in place.
I was so tired, that all I wanted to do was get some sleep now. I just noticed, after all this time that the other slaves weren't even in there cells yet.
And, thankfully I hadn't heard the sounds of the barking dogs tonight. I didn't think I could handle another night knowing that some poor soul was being fucked up his shitter by a dog.
But, what about the young boy? Had they not brought him back to his cell; and
what of Jordan?
The screen came to life, and my dad was once again sitting at his desk, at home. He looked good and he was even more casual in his appearance than he was last night.
I almost wanted to close my eyes; but I knew that now, he could be watching me, just as I was watching him. And besides, if I closed my eyes I might start
having those 'special' thoughts about men and Jordan.
"Well 'boy', he started, "It seems that you've learned at least one good lesson today. I'm sure by the time you see me, that you'll think that being a urinal to a real man is a good and proper thing that every sex slave needs to do properly. I can't wait to see you, and find out how well you learn your next lesson. I think by now that you know that whatever video you see today, that you practice tomorrow. It has proven to be a very effective way to take queer boys like yourself and teach them the true meaning of slavery. Yes, 'boy', don't kid yourself into thinking that you're not gay. All the school is doing is bringing out your desire to be with men. Don't try and fight anything they are teaching or doing with you. It will go much easier on you if you listen and obey; that is unless you prefer or like it to be rough and painful. The Headmaster is more than willing to accommodate you, either way you wish to go.
Oh, and before I forget; your mother sends her very best and hopes that you continue to have a good time. I make sure she is kept up to date by sending her copies of your life, but I can't say for certain if she has watched any of them. She has moved into a nice apartment, by herself and seems to be doing well, from what my investigators are telling me. She hasn't taken up screwing another man yet, but I'm sure she must be thinking about it. You know, I really wouldn't nor could I blame her if she did. You see, I haven't fucked your mother once in the last eight years. Money and dick are what all women want; so I guess she'll soon have them both, one way or another.
Sorry if I got a bit off subject there, but you understand don't you. Now th en, where was I? Oh yes, tomorrow... your lessons tomorrow will mainly focus on learning how to suck cock properly and by the end of the day you should be able to take a grown man's cock completely into your mouth and down your throat. You're a smart 'boy' so you shouldn't have any problems learning to do that. It's really an easy assignment for you, and you'll even be getting your first real taste of a mans sperm. You'd like that wouldn't you? And then, you'll be going into treatment room number five, for some 'tolerance' testing. You'll be tested on what we refer to as 'thresholds of pain'. It won't be as fun as sucking cock, that's for sure, but on the good side; the testing only last for about two hours.
Well then, I guess that is all the news I have for you this day. I'll be seeing you either late tomorrow night or bright and early the following day. Oh, I almost forgot. I'm bringing a couple of people down with me who want to see the school first hand. So you'll get plenty of time to spend with them and show them what talents you've learned so far. That would fun wouldn't it? One last thing; your master has also watched your progress and is very pleased with you. As a matter of fact, he is coming down earlier than we'd anticipated. I'm not sure if he's coming just to see you or if he's planning on taking you back with him; but I'm sure one way or the other he and you will be happy for many years to come.
I would normally ask you if you had anything that you'd like to say at this time; but seeing as how you are in school, slaves are not allowed to speak, and then again even if you wanted to you couldn't. Isn't it wonderful, this new
modern age of medicine and drugs? Seems they have got one for anything and every thing. Until tomorrow.
The screen went to black.
After they had removed the television and released me from the frame which kept me kneeling; I was in desperate need of water, and I didn't care anymore who saw me doing it.
There was nobody around when I started suckling the water cock, feeling so relieved that I finally got something other than piss to drink. I closed my eyes and began taking in more water. The harder I pressed my lips onto the rubber dick, the more the water came out.
I was instantly overcome with thoughts of Jordan and Alan. For some strange reason I began to think that this rubber dick was alive. I even thought that it was Jordan's cock. I began to move my head back and forth, just like the guy did in the movie. The more I did this, the more the water came out. I quickly stopped, but I kept the cock thing in my mouth and eased up on the pressure I was using with my lips. I knelt there contemplating my next drink of water. I lean forward just enough so that the cock was touching the ball on my tongue. I remembered that the ball actually was supposed to roll forwards and backwards; so I eased the damn dick thing onto the top of the ball, and sure enough it rolled. How cute is that!
I felt either brave or stupid; which I'll never know, as I moved my head even
further onto the rubber dick. I could feel it rolling over the ball and before I knew it I was gagging up a storm. Damn, how does any man swallow another man's cock? It just can't be done, or ... can it.
Easing up a bit, I just kept the cock barely over the roller ball and for an unknown reason just kept going; it wasn't to difficult as long as I remembered to breath.
I knew by being able to crawl and move my head that the effect of the drug was wearing off; and I was eternally grateful. I even heard myself make a few sounds; which increased my level of happiness. I wasn't to concerned about my sexuality, yet, even though I had this fake cock in my mouth. I began to understand what this place is all about, what Daniel had done to me on the ship and what my dad expected from me.
I must have been a real disappointment to him. Being an only child, a boy, and not spending much time with him. I can see how he'd want to get involved with something other than just the family business. The slave trading and this school was just an outlet for my dad's frustrations. Maybe, I should just play along and try and make him happy. Maybe this is all some sort of 'manly test' that he's devised just for me. Maybe, I'll wake up in the morning and find out that this is all just a dream.
I blinked my eyes a couple of times and left them closed. I began thinking about Alan and the time we spent in his pool naked. I remember just how much he talked about his naked pool boy slave and the similarities they both had, comparing their neatly trimmed pubes. I recall Alan saying something about the fun times he had with his pool boy in the 'playroom'. I never did get an explanation about what games he had in there.
The sounds of others now returning to their cells brought my face away from the water cock. I moved ever so slowly, but at least I made progress, towards my cot. I mustered up enough energy to pull myself onto it and rest my tired body; lying flat, which seemed about the only way left for me to, while looking up at the ceiling. I noticed two tiny intermittent blinking red lights, which I took to be part of the surveillance system.
The chatter in the cell block picked up right off. Everybody seemed to be in great spirits. Nobody said a single word to me however, which didn't bother me in the least.
I realized that I'd not eaten just about all day, but I guess no food was part of today's program. I'd do just about anything for food right about now; but as tired as I was, food could wait until tomorrow.
I slowly raised my head to see perhaps that the young boy had been returned to his cell. He had not. No slave was talking about him either, and I sure didn't want to start a conversation with any of these degenerates.
I would just have to wait until Jordan came back, then at least I'd have someone to talk to; and besides, he did say that he would protect me forever.
Later on that same evening, there were several outbreaks in a couple of the cells down at the other end. Just by the sound of things, I'd have to say that
one of the teenage boys was getting 'serviced' by one or more of the older slaves in here.
I was thankful that soon afterwards, everybody scampered back to their cell; just in time, as all the cell doors slid shut and locked.
Still no Jordan; nobody across the walkway from me, just me alone, in this hell hole of torture and torment.
The only way I could find to escape the uneasiness in my head was to close my
eyes; which had now become my 'safe place'. As I drifted off to sleep, thinking about tomorrow and my cocksucking lessons and the 'tolerance to pain' session; the picture of Alan filtered into my mind. His thin build with next to no body fat and his cute balls hanging well below his baby making cock.
I was going to get a good night sleep, finally and for once.
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