This story is (C)Copyright 2005, by TM. All World Wide Rights Reserved. This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.
SAIL AWAY CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked over at Jordan who was slowly swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He had that unforgettable smile on his face, which did nothing less than set my mind at ease.
He rose to his feet, bending over only to pick up his own pillow; and proceeded to make his way to my bed. I moved over so that there was room enough for him and myself, without either of us thinking we'd fall off.
Jordan tossed his pillow next to mine and sat on the edge of my bed; turning so that we were looking each other square in the eyes. I could see something in him that I'd not ever seen before. I wasn't sure exactly what it was, the vibes you know, but it seemed that just his mere presence made me relax and for once feel safe.
Jordan's right hand and forearm came to rest on my thigh, which normally would have been totally inappropriate for another male to do, let alone for me to
accept.
Jordan took the lead, starting off our talk. "Well, at least those slaves didn't kill any of us. And did you see the way that the young slave was pounding away on that one black slave. Jesus, he was wailing him with every ounce of muscle he could find."
"Yeah, I saw him and you beating the crap out of those guys." I replied, and continued, "I'm glad that you both were there, but I'm so sorry that you guys
got beat up so badly. Thanks, Jordan; you came to my rescue again. I suppose it all started because they heard the conversation in my cell, and you two guys must have heard it too. Well, at least now, there isn't anymore secret about who my dad is, and who I was."
"I have to be honest with you John", Jordan said, cutting off my next remark.
I've known who you are, or were before you even stepped foot on the ship. Daniel told me everything he knew about you. I hope you don't mind me calling you John, but I can call you 'boy' if you'd rather."
"Hell no, call me anything you want; besides, 'boy' sounds so meaningless." I
replied. "So if Daniel told you so much about me and all, what is it that you can tell me that I don't already know?" I mean, let's face it; I'm here, you're here. We are both slaves now so what difference does anything make? You wanted to be a slave and I didn't. You have the need to be an object for some guy to boss you around, and I don't have the need or even the fucking desire for some fag to push me around or have sex with me."
"That's exactly what I'm talking about John", Jordan said in a sort of defensive posture. "You don't know anything about me and you think that just because I have the desire to become a slave that I'm not as good as you. So many people look down upon people like me, but I didn't think someone like you would think like they do. Their thinking is all fucked up, probably because they haven't been around slaves before, but I can understand parts of it because slavery has only been back for less than ten years.
You see it's the 'rich kids' like yourself who can have anything, do anything, that they want; and hanging around gay guys ain't something a high and mighty good looking guy wants to be doing. Girl's hanging all over you, wanting you to spend money on them and then you almost have to beg before you can catch a feel of their tits, let alone fuck one of them.
And you are so down on your dad. I can understand that, but from what Daniel told me, every time you wanted something you always went to dear mommy. You hated when your father said NO to you, that's why you went to your mother all the time. And every time you went to her, you did nothing but drive another nail in your future.
Not once did you sit down and talk to your father about things. From what I hear, he wanted to tell you everything ever since he knew you were jacking off
in bed. He figured that if you knew about his slave trading and the school that you could help convince your mother to get slaves around your big old estate up in New York. You didn't even care about the family shipping business either; and that upset your dad more than anything. From what I hear, your grandfather had your dad working on a ship every summer, learning the business ever since he was sixteen; but not you. You were your momma's boy.
Now, you know that I've been aboard that ship for a year and a half. I've been poked and prodded at over fourteen ports of call; at the slave auctions. Everybody wants a virgin and I'm far from being a virgin, honey.
For eighteen months I prayed to get off that ship. For eighteen months I had to help Daniel get boys and men ready for auctions; and I saw every one of them sold for good money; all except me."
Daniel stopped speaking for a moment; I guess to get his next line of thoughts in order, but I could plainly see the anguish on his face. He was near to tears, as if being off the ship, being here, being pierced, prodded and god only knows what else has made him happier. I really didn't know what to say to him, as I watched him swallow hard while two small tears began to appear on his face.
I shuffled myself around some on the bed, which allowed me to rest only on one elbow. With my free hand, I placed it on top of his hand, in such a way as to let him know that I understood what he was saying and how he was feeling.
I had a lot of questions that I'd wanted to ask Jordan, but seeing as how he was doing a good job of filling up our thirty minutes, I wanted to just let him continue. If there was any time left before 'lights out', I'd ask a few.
Jordan seemed to accept my hand on his hand, as he moved his butt; which now placed it in direct contact with my shoulder. I couldn't help but to look at his nakedness. While I was looking at him, I could see myself; Jordan's piercings almost matching mine, his age so close to my own and his skin as soft and smooth like mine.
Jordan began once more, "And ever since you were on board the ship, the only thing on your mind was, 'how the fuck do I get out of this mess'. Not once did you think about anybody else except YOU. But you liked it when I was around you. You liked it when I drank your piss and 'did my thing'. But, you never really seemed to appreciate me or what I did for you.
Look at me now! I'm off the ship, true; but for all the wrong reasons. Daniel
found out I used his computer to help you and your father yanked my ass right off the ship with yours. I still don't have a master, BUT you do. Even your
half- brother has a master now; YOUR FATHER! Do you know what I'd have done to be your father's slave? I would have eaten his shit, just to get off the fucking ship.
Your dad has done so much to promote legal slavery in countries that his name is well known around the world in some special circles. People come to the school every day seeking slaves. Some come from half way around the earth just to check out what there is here that might fit their needs. But because I'm not a virgin, I got passed over every time. I guess it pays to stay pure until you have a master, but guys like me, like sex; we like to fuck and sometimes be fucked.
While you were in your classroom, they had me in town up on the platform. I couldn't begin to tell you how many cocks went up my ass; and I hated every minute of it. So now, I'll probably be left here to work in the fields and become the town whore. Once you're gone, there won't be any need for the Headmaster to keep me at the school. The men in town know just how to handle slaves like me.
When one of the town boys gets to move into the school, the kid knows that he
has been sold. He knows he will be trained to please his Master. You are here, learning the ways of a slave, to pleasure your Master. When you meet your
Master, hopefully he is a good and kind Master. And since you are being trained as a 'sex slave', you probably won't feel your Master's whip to much either. So keep that in mind too; being good means less pain. There are a lot of Masters into pain and suffering; and that's probably where I'm going to end up; in town being tortured just for the fun of it, letting all the men show the boys there what being mean and tough can earn you."
Jordan finally stopped talking. At least for now, he seemed to have gotten some things off his chest. He was able to talk openly and feely to someone like
himself.
"So Jordan, "I began, "Do you know who my Master is?
"No, not really, I only heard rumors and I don't want to say anything like that unless I know for certain." Jordan answered in a surly sort of way.
"But, you don't think it is my own father, do you? I asked.
"No, I'm sure it isn't your father. I just told you I only heard rumors, so just drop it, will you!"
"Okay, I didn't mean to get you pissed off, sorry", was about all I could think of to say.
"Listen, your father just claimed his first slave, and he'll probably get more as time goes by, but for now he's probably just going to enjoy having the young one by his side. I'm thinking that he'll treat him nice and might even spoil him some, from time to time; if you know what I mean."
"I suppose you're right about that", I answered back. "What do you think will
happen to us tomorrow? You seem to know a lot more about this school than anyone else."
"I don't know what they'll do with me, but I'd bet that you are going to be getting more piss and cum training, along with a lot more ball stretching and maybe a few more tests thrown in just for good measure. Just be thankful that
your father or the Headmaster isn't going to send you to town to get fucked."
I had wanted to talk to Jordan some more, now that he was beginning to open up some; but the lights slowly began to dim and I didn't want either of us to be punished for talking after lights out.
Jordan moved his pillow, only slightly; which seemed odd at first. In the darkness, he proceeded to manipulate my body so that I was laying on my side facing towards him. He carefully moved my 'pleasure balls' and repositioned the cool packs. My dick hung over the top of the packs, which seemed rather nice to have something cool touching my dick.
Jordan ran his hands over my shoulders, making sure that I wasn't laying on the opposite arm; being able to have both of my hands free. He then laid his body down on the bed, and we were face to face, body touching body.
Jordan ran his hand over my smooth scalp and the nape of my neck. He began a slow soft massage of my neck muscles which I hadn't even noticed were tight as a drum. His other hand was on top of my thigh, very close to my 'thing'. The heat from his hand, radiating upwards; toward my heart and soul.
I placed one of my hands on to his back, slowly massaging away today's pain. I could even feel the tightness in each of his back muscles, which made me, realize just how tense he'd been.
Just his demeanor, so well composed, while we spoke; had comforted me. I knew we were not allowed to speak now, but I had the need and the desire to, anyway. I moved my head slowly, so that my mouth was next to his ear.
I carefully chose my words before whispering to him, "Jordan, I want to take you to my 'private place'.
As he continued to rub my neck, I carefully lifted his nose ring out of the way, as well as my own. I placed my lips to his and closed my eyes. We were in my 'private place'
if you would like to read other stories by the SanibelBoys go to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SanibelBoys Just be sure that your profile shows your 'adult' age ,no exceptions, thanks, marcus, trey and billy