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Sail Away Chapter Twenty-Two
The remainder of my lesson continued on, without me. I must have passed out from the pain. The last thing I remember was my balls and ass getting a high charge of current, me yelling and screaming, foam drooling like a rabid dog, from my mouth. When I came too, I was laying on the tiled floor in the enema room, where I'd been once before. The sweet smell of urine surrounded me. My mouth was dry and my head ached like an erupting volcano. Of all the days not to get that pretty pill, today was NOT the day. I tried to push myself up onto my hands and knees, but couldn't quite do it; but I did notice one thing that was different. My leather mitts, footies and knee pads were missing. I felt rather strange not having them on, but was glad that I could wiggle my fingers and my toes. It had been a long time since I was able to feel my own body; and as I did, the sensation was overwhelming. My skin was so smooth and moist. I didn't feel any hair or stubble. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought I was feeling another person's body; especially when my hand rubbed over my bald head. For some reason, perhaps I knew better, but I didn't have any desire to touch my own cock and balls, or what they are now... my thing and pleasure balls. The door swung open, and three young slave girls entered. For the life of me I couldn't figure out why girls would come in here. They were so very young, not even in their teens. They didn't seem to mind that I was naked. One of them turned on the overhead showerheads while the other two began soaping me down and scrubbing my body. I was so embarrassed, but the girls just paid me no
attention. They were sent to do a job, and they were doing it. The soap, this time, smelled so good; almost like what I was used to back home. The shower didn't last much longer than five minutes and the girls were gone; leaving me kneeling there with the last few specks of water dripping off my body. The Headmaster came in, but I didn't hear his footsteps; knowing that I
wasn't in the proper position, I scurried to get my butt facing him and my head down to the floor. He didn't say anything about me not being in the proper position when he entered, so I figured that he'd just given me a free pass on that one. The Headmaster clipped the chain leash to my Prince Albert ring and commanded me to 'stand'. I used every ounce of strength I could muster up, and finally got to my feet. My head was spinning and my knees seemed ready to buckle out from beneath me. He led me out of the enema room as I tried my best to keep up. Several times I wobbled so much that I bounced into the walls as we made the way, back to another one of the classrooms. This classroom was much like the others. Not much to see, plenty of cabinets, tiled floor and well illuminated. The difference in this room was the two identical chairs. They appeared to be like dentist chairs, side by side and sparkled under the lights. I was commanded to sit in the one closest to me, which I was more than happy to do. I hadn't yet regained my balance and this was 'just what the doctor ordered', no pun intended. I closed my eyes, shielding me from having to look at the bright lights. I'd no sooner closed my eyes and I was instantly thinking about Jordan. I didn't want to think about him, or even Alan; but for some reason it just happened. I forced myself to open my eyes, as I didn't want not to see what was happening. Again, I was astonished to see four slave girls entering the classroom. As they got closer, I knew something wasn't right. I found myself staring at them intently. Then it hit me. The three girls in the enema room and these four girls, all being different, were truly different. They weren't girls! They had boy boobs, but they didn't have a cock OR balls. They'd been sexually reassigned. They were total eunuchs. God above, isn't anything sacred around here? They went immediately to one of the cabinets and began withdrawing items which I couldn't see at first. Before I knew it, my feet were inside of a large plastic tub, and each of my hands had been pulled to my sides and were each in a plastic pan. Two of the boys began pouring nice warm water into all of the pans and the tub; which really felt good on my tired and aching muscles. Then they poured something else into the water and each of them began giving me a massage. Each one either had a foot or a hand, and this felt so good; it was even better than the treatments I'd get every once in awhile at the hair salon. Now it seemed easier to close my eyes, as any worry I had was being rubbed completely away. My thoughts were more than adequate for the moment, as I savored the memories of my birthday party and the time spent with Alan later. I almost went to sleep; I was so relaxed and tired. The doctor arrived, which startled me some, to check me over. He seemed pleased that there were no lasting effects from my 'testing' other than a few small red marks on my chest and abdomen. He left directly upon finishing his exam. By now, the boys were massaging those tiny spaces we have between our fingers and toes. If this had been any other place than the school; I'd have thrown a big old fashion boner. Geez, this was amazing. I nearly spoke, as another person entered the room. It was my half brother. He looked funny to me now, with no hair, body jewelry and a small surgical patch covering up where his nuts used to be. He had the biggest smile on his face; so I was hoping that the smile was for me, as I too returned his smile. The Headmaster noticed us smiling, but since I'd not been told that smiling was not allowed, I felt safe from his prod. He was carrying a small bowl of food, which after he'd worked his way in between one of the other boys and the chair he used two of his fingers to scoop some of it out. He presented his fingers to me and I eagerly opened my mouth and ate the food. It was divine tasting, but since I'd not eaten since morning; anything would have tasted good about now. I swallowed slowly, savoring the
taste. If I didn't look at the food, I could have sworn it was a mixture of steak and potato. The only concern I had, briefly, was if there were any drugs mixed in with the meal. Both he and I locked eyes for most of the meal, and it was re-assuring to me, just to think that he must know by now that we are related. I could tell now, that I was on the last of the meal, as I sucked it from his small fingers. He left them inside my mouth, so that I might suck them clean, just like I was taught to do. I sucked and I sucked, we both had gleams in our eyes that could have lit up the whole room. After he'd stepped away, I saw him set the bowl down near the doorway and then he simply knelt there, in the proper slave position, looking in my direction. He looked so angelic, it was beautiful. Hell, I had a brother... what was I supposed to think! The massage was finishing up, the pans of water removed and my hands and feet were getting dried with fluffy purple towels. Just let me say, that if I got treated like this everyday, I'd suck all the cocks they wanted me to, just for the pleasure of their massages. When these four slaves were finished they lined up next to my brother, as if waiting for permission to leave or something else that I wasn't aware of. The
Headmaster finally moved. He began a slow pace back and forth, as if he was becoming impatient. He even looked out the door, as if to see what the situation was. It was shortly, perhaps just seconds later, that the room filled with a silent sigh of relief and joy. Moving slowly and very meekly, Jordan came in. If I hadn't wanted to chance either of us being punished I would have jumped right out of my chair to hug and kiss him. He, however, didn't make any eye contact with me whatsoever. That puzzled me some for sure. He went to the cupboard, apparently knowing which one to go to, and pulled out a small tray which he sat on my lap. He then got a small stool from the cupboard and placed it next to my right arm. From there the rest was a repeat from what he'd done to me on the ship. I now sported another fine manicure, all trimmed nice and even and all ten fingernails glittered in a vibrant pink color. The Headmaster commanded me with an "UP!" which I followed with great precision. Jordan moved my arms out to the sides and began coating me with a warm oily lotion. From head to toe, and without missing an inch, Jordan carefully rubbed my body with the stuff. It smelled nice, but I just knew that men weren't supposed to smell this way. Once he'd applied the lotion, Jordan took a clean cloth and rubbed the stuff even deeper into my skin. He tried to be gentle, going slow; but it seemed to irritate my skin a little bit. After all, it wasn't like using a wash cloth in a warm shower. When Jordan was finished, my skin had a beautiful sheen to it, without the oily feeling; not to mention a rather nice fragrance accompanied the shine. Jordan put his things away and slowly walked towards the kneeling slaves; and it was then that I noticed that he still had his beautiful nuts. So far so good, he'd been spared such depravity. He knelt like the others, just as the Headmaster spoke; "Now 'boy' you need to thank these fine slaves for helping you and too make you look so presentable." Now I was concerned. This was all new to me. How was I to thank them? Then it hit me; that like they did yesterday, kissing me, I was expected to kiss them and say thank you. I quickly went to them, knelt in front of them and began giving each slave a kiss. Each kiss, from them, was another deep tongue; which I was becoming accustomed to. It was nice, very nice. As I moved down the line, to the next slave; the prior one turned away and placed himself in the 'presentation' position. As I got the most wonderful kiss from Jordan, I saw five butts up in the air, all of which seemed to be beckoning me for some reason. As Jordan pulled his mouth away from mine, he too turned and assumed the position. All I could do, all I could think about were the six exposed tunnels and how much I wanted them, or perhaps even desired them. If it had been another time, another place, I might have felt the need to fuck each of them; but as it was, I needed to acquaint myself with their rosebuds. One by one, slowly and with a certain degree of passion I found myself kissing each of the pink flowers. Each flower had captured my sense of smell and each was a little different than the others. When I had completed my assignment, the six slaves stood and left me all alone with the Headmaster and the teacher. We were on our way back to the cell block now, and I felt much better, since I'd gotten a little 'pampering' from the others. My stomach was full, my body had been carefully washed and oiled and my fingernails sparkled in the fluorescent lighting. The other slaves were in the cells already, eating their evening meal. I had no idea that the day had gone so quickly. As I neared my cell, I noticed that, once again, the black canvas siding had be put back in place, this time it even covered the front of my cell along with the cell door. I was able to get a quick look into the cell across from mine, and I saw my half-brother and Jordan kneeling in the proper position. For a moment, a fleeting second, I felt good about seeing them, until I was unleashed and left alone in my cell, with the door closing behind me. There was only the faint sound of the air handlers and fans as I adjusted my eyes to the cell. With only the one small light in the ceiling, I wasn't feeling much like this was my home. It was then, that I noticed an addition to my cell. Against the back wall, was a rather large leather recliner. I could smell the leather as it began to fill the cell with its presence. It was a dark burgundy shade of leather just like most of the furniture in my dad's home office. I so much wanted to sit in it, but knowing of the cameras I was smart enough to stay clear of it and just sat on my cot. All I wanted to do was get some rest, as that was something I'd not gotten much of for a long time. I wanted the lights to go out and the noise to stop. I began thinking of my friends, the last girlfriend, Alan and his group of buddies and of my mom. I didn't have one negative thought while I was thinking of them; as all I really wanted was to be with them again, and soon. I spent time thinking about my life these past ten days or so and how much I've changed and how much I've come to accept. I could not deny that some of the things I'd done were really nice, while some of the things done to me were not. I knew that if I was in my 'private space' that my thoughts would even become more vivid and lifelike. I heard voices, loud voices. Two men, one perhaps the Headmaster's voice; but I'd not heard the door slide open or the Headmaster's footsteps. I quickly got up from my cot and scampered over to the cell door; where I quickly assumed the proper position. The ceiling vent being directly above my exposed flesh sent a steady stream of chilled air cascading over my raised butt. The voices seemed to silence themselves, as I heard my cell door opening. I heard the familiar 'click' of the Headmaster's shoes and another pair of leather soled shoes move in and stop directly behind my butt. "Are you sure this is the 'boy'? Questioned the man. "Yes Sir, this is he", answered the Headmaster. "Very well, leave us now." Came the second response from the man. Not a word was spoken, as I heard the cell door close behind the Headmaster. I played the twelve words over and over again in my head. The man was my dad. I heard the footsteps go past me towards the leather chair. I heard that familiar sound as the man sat in the chair. I was positive this voice belonged to dad. Why hadn't he said anything to me yet? But, maybe I was wrong. Maybe, this is my master. I'd find out soon enough. It was an eternity. Time had stopped. The only thing I knew was that all of the steel and iron on my body was beginning to absorb all of the cold air as the rest of my body began to sweat. The deathly quiet in the room was becoming
unbearable. I couldn't even hear any of the other slaves outside my cell talking or moving about. But then, it struck me, that they'd seen the Headmaster and this man enter my cell. Perhaps they know who he is and they just want to be quiet and eavesdrop on what goes on in my cell. "Here 'boy', come here. Kneel before me 'boy'." The voice very quietly spoke out. I rose to my hands and knees and began crawling towards him, not even daring to raise my head to look, but I knew that the inevitable was soon to happen. Once my hands had reached his well shined shoes, I stopped; and brought my body up to a kneeling position, extremely careful not to raise my head or my eyes. I could feel the sweat form and drip from my smooth armpits, as my cinched thing and balls stuck obscenely outward, my Prince Albert ring barely moving. My nerves caused my chest muscles to twitch, and in turn the nipple rings twisted side to side. I saw his hand come forward as he placed it under my chin and slowly brought my head up. I knew that I wasn't allowed to look a man in the eyes unless commanded to do so; which forced me to keep my eyes looking downward. I recognized the smell of the man's hand and it was then, only then that I knew that my father sat in front of me. "You are looking well, 'boy'. It looks like everyone has worked hard to prepare you for your master. You have certainly changed since the last time I saw you. It has been a long time since I've seen you properly naked. Your Headmaster tells me that you've had a long, but prosperous day. I've yet to see the videos of your instructional training, but I'm looking forward to
doing that tonight before I retire for the evening." I was full of mixed emotions now. Part of me wanted to tear him in two and the other half of me felt as if I needed to stay still and listen to him. If there was any rage shown, then my dad will have won this one. I wasn't about to
let him. My needs and desires were now much stronger than he could ever imagine and I wasn't about to play my hand just yet. I willed myself not to show any anger, any emotion, any indifference. "I think your new jewelry looks rather becoming on your new body. I can see why your master decided on such decadent adornments. He is quite pleased with your progress and looks toward the day when he sees you himself, in person. Your thing looks rather well, I must say. The last time I saw it, it didn't have any hair at that time either, so I guess it reminds me of your younger years. I'm sure that by now you long to spit your seed out. I'll just have to see if that can't be arranged, I know how young slaves are; always wanting to fuck something or suck something just so they can feel like a man. You're to be commended on your manners. Your postures are well noted and your acclamation to silence is rather nice for a change; compared to when you used to talk back to me in the presence of your mother. I suppose you want some answers to some questions you may have. But, your wants are never a concern of an adult male. Haven't I taken care of all your needs? Surely, the only desire you must harbor is one of longing for an ejaculation. Apparently you still have too much time on your hands, which allows you to think to excess. Well, starting tomorrow you will be spending three hours a day in the gym; which should increase your body mass and then you'll spend time outdoors to work some more on your tan lines. The remainder of your day will be used for continued training and testing for endurance and pain tolerances. However, I'm quite exhausted from the trip and I want to look at today's training tapes. Perhaps tomorrow you and I shall go for a nice walk and we can talk more about your future; and I can bring you up to speed on your mother and
her silly notions. And I know that you're a smart slave, so I'm sure that you've been able to figure out a few things on your very own; which will save valuable time instead of wasting it on frivolous questions. While you sleep tonight, I want you to think about just how much you've hurt your father over your lifetime. I want you to think of ways in which you feel that you are capable of atoning for your transgressions. I know your master would not, will not tolerate any behavior such as you've demonstrated over the past nineteen years. Your days of getting everything handed to you on a silver platter are over. Your days of childish behavior are gone. Your days of pleasure and happiness are non-existent. Now, come up here and help your dad out." I shuffled my knees closer to dad, as I almost knew what to expect. As he slowly stood, he began to unzip his trousers, after which he removed his hands. "Be a good 'boy' and get my penis out won't you? Just use your mouth and tongue to get it free." I hadn't even done that before, so trying to work my tongue and lips around the fabric to free his cock took a few minutes. Dad's cock wasn't hard or nothing, but it sure was big. I could see all of the hair on the lower part of his shaft. I knew what he expected me to do. I slowly dropped my head down, which lifted away my snout ring, and placed his cock on my tongue. I carefully closed my lips around his shaft and could feel the blood coursing through the veins. Dad put his hands behind my head and held me firm. He pushed his cock inside until he felt the tongue piercing. As he began to say something, which I surely didn't want to hear, I just closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift away into safety. I felt his cock pulse and then his piss began to flow. I swallowed it all like a proper slave boy. When the flow of urine stopped, dad kept his cock in my
mouth for several minutes; apparently feeling some ungodly power he thought he was holding over me. Finally he pulled his hips back, exposing his soft dick and he quickly tucked it away and zipped himself up. At least he didn't command me to do it, which was a relief. "Until tomorrow morning then; sleep well 'boy', you've got a lot more to show me in the morning. He walked quietly and slowly towards the cell door; leaving me to kneel facing away from him. I heard the cell door open and I could distinguish his footsteps as he made his way out of the cellblock. They had left my cell door open, and I wanted to go across and see Jordan and my step-brother; but before I could even get half way to the door, my cell was filling up with the other slaves on the block. Had they heard the conversation? Do they now all know who I am, or who I was? What were they all planning to do now? I slowly and quietly backed up into the distant corner of my cell, as I watched slave after slave enter my cell; all of them with sinister expressions on their faces.
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