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Sail Away Chapter Twenty Five
The lights weren't even on in our room, yet both Jordan and I were awake; still entwined in each others clutches. We lay there in silence for quite some time; so close to one another that each of us could hear the other inhale and exhale.
I now only had the memories of the night, which would follow me for the rest of my life. Nothing more than mere kisses, nothing less than complete surrender to a man's touch, a mans caring. If the world ended right this second, I would at least have had the time knowing that someone really cares for me. I couldn't explain it then and I still can't explain it now.
Jordan slowly withdrew his arms from my limber body and moved himself to where he could safely set his two feet on the carpet. He then turned and helped me up and over to the side of the bed; where I too felt the soft comfort of the lush floor covering beneath my bare feet.
It must have looked funny, as both of us walked towards the doorway; which was only detectable by some light form in another area of the house. We crept towards it as if we were stalking an animal; both of us holding hands, tightly, as if we might be attacked any moment now.
I suppose it didn't make a difference if we moved on our feet; as we weren't
told to be on our hands and knees, unless they only 'assumed' that we would crawl to the shower area.
Once in the hallway, we turned towards the dim light; which we discovered was
indeed a small lamp near the shower room. Jordan entered the room first, finding a light switch with one hand, while I still had a death grip on his other hand.
This room was huge compared to the one at school. It even had two sinks, two toilets and a very nice shower area. There were the customary enema nozzles protruding from the walls in the tiled area.
There was no mistaking the fact that both of us had to piss. I, from past experience knew I wasn't going to piss in the toilet so I step into the shower area and Jordan followed me.
What I did next surprised even me. I knelt down in front of Jordan and moved his cock piercing off to the side and opened my mouth and got as close to his dick as I could. It didn't phase me, that I was voluntarily holding a mans penis; or that I was waiting for and expecting a stream of golden piss to flood my mouth. Jordan didn't need much time or coaxing, before he emptied his bladder.
We simply switched places and I felt so much better after completing my morning piss.
Both of us turned at the same time, towards the shower controls and I particularly, was astonished to find a knob marked for hot water. I looked at Jordan, as if he'd motion my hand away from the knob. He stood firm, watching as I turned on the hot and cold water knobs and adjusted the temperature.
After we had both gotten well rinsed, Jordan placed my arms wide, on the wall of the shower; followed by slowly spreading my legs, allowing my head to rest against the tile with warm water cascading down my back.
Jordan took hold of my butt plug and withdrew it from the confines of my tunnel. He presented it to my mouth and had me wrap my lips tightly around it; as he slowly began to scrub my back with a nice smelling bar of soap. Every minute he was washing me, seemed as if I was in dreamland. Warm water, soap and a wonderful person scrubbing me clean; what more could I have ever wanted. It sure as hell beat the cold water showers down at school.
When he'd finished my back, he simply crawled between my outstretched legs, to my front side, and began to lather me up and down. He was careful and considerate when it came time to wash my balls; which were not as swollen, but they still were grossly discolored. He took his time washing my body rings, even
to the point of making sure that he turned each of them, knocking off any built up crust. The soap made the rings slide easily through the holes, once they'd been cleaned.
Jordan made sure that I was as clean as possible, before he slid the butt plug from my mouth back into my tunnel; using only a small amount of soap as a lubricant. I hadn't noticed the emptiness of my ass, until he went to put the plug back in. I guess it must have been because it was Jordan, but on this one particular day, my brain didn't object to the plug.
I soon found myself washing Jordan's body. The only difference was subtle in certain ways, but I found myself putting Jordan's butt plug into my mouth, not his. Even though it was much larger than mine, I for some reason felt that I needed it. Perhaps it made me feel closer and more connected to him; I just
don't know, but it made me feel warm and tingly all over.
We found a pile of soft and cuddly bath towels with which to dry each other off before making our way back down the darkened hallway towards our room.
We were no longer having to hold each others hand, as we slowly worked our way back; however, the one thing easily noticed was the fact that there were now lights on in our room as we got closer.
No sooner had we stepped through the doorway, that we noticed my half-brother
and the 'butler' standing there. The little one looked so cute and beamed with happiness. I did notice that his protective bandage covering the area where his scrotum once was, had been reduced in size and was less obvious.
Both of them stepped aside, allowing Jordan and I to notice the bowls of food on the floor. Without much thought, both of us dropped to our knees and crawled over to the food. I guess the minor reprieve, from last night was over.
What surprised me was what was in the bowls. My favorite breakfast; Cheerios,
with sliced strawberries and bananas. I ate my meal and made sure that I had
licked the bowl clean, even finishing before Jordan. When I looked at Jordan, him looking at me; we both had huge grins on our faces. We both had large milk rings surrounding our mouths. It seemed appropriate that we take turns licking the other one's face clean, and it was rather a nice thing to do; well, to Jordan at least.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that something was happening behind the two of us, as both of the others seemed to cock their heads towards the door. Jordan and I quickly assumed the proper position, with our butts high into the air, both butts facing the doorway.
It turned out to be the correct thing to have done; due to the fact that my dad was entering our room. My father didn't say anything, to any body. Apparently he was taking in the sights which knelt in front of him.
Dad summoned his new slave to retrieve 'the box'; to which my half-brother scampered out of the room quite rapidly, on two feet. When he'd returned, the box was set down behind Jordan and me. I heard the familiar sound of the chain, as I knew that it was my leash. Then we both were command to the 'up' position, which we did with no hesitation what so ever.
My father came around to our front side, and since I wasn't looking up, I didn't know what he was looking at. "Bring the two small ones", he said to his slave.
The new slave came forward carrying to small, round, black balls. He apparently had been told earlier what to do. The two balls were quickly and carefully
attached to my two nipple rings and allowed to hang freely. There wasn't any
real pain, but there was considerable discomfort; as the weights were extending my nipples.
"Now get the next one, the next size larger."
Again, the new slave boy brought forth another ball, exactly like the first two except it was half again as large. He quickly attached it to my Prince Albert Ring and carefully let it fall; until the full weight of the ball was pulling my 'thing' downward. The few remaining spikes in my cinch band began to poke at my skin.
"Now bring the last two", dad said in a rather pleasing tone. Once again the slave boy, my own half-brother, followed his order and right before my very eyes, I saw two of the largest balls yet. They were clipped to the small rings
below each of my bound and separated balls. Once they were left dangling, the weight of them pulled my 'pleasure balls', and my 'thing' downward even further. The cinch band, was acting like a counter balance; but it was no match for the three black balls dangling between my legs. The discomfort level quickly began to increase into a certain level of pain.
I was once again confused. First, being in the house; in a bed, a nice shower
and great food. And now this torment! What goes on here? As I stood, trying to process my thoughts, the chain leash was clipped onto my snout ring.
"Time for our walk", dad said; as he handed the leash to my half-brother. I was on a leash, upright on two feet; yet the balls dangling between my legs kept me from walking normal. I was having to walk with a certain degree of 'bow legged'; allowing the balls to swing freely. Trying to compensate for the heavy weight on my genitals, I hunched my chest forward; which in turn allowed the two balls hanging from my nipple rings to also begin to swing freely. This wasn't fun at all, and I knew it was only going to get worse.
As we entered the hallway, we were passed by the Headmaster and three teachers; all of whom were heading in to get Jordan. I was miffed as to what they were going to have Jordan do, while I was on my 'walk'. I could only hope that it wasn't something as bad as yesterday.
Once we'd gotten outside, dad had the both of us stop. From a small hook on the back wall of the house, dad took a short chain and used it to secure my hands behind my back, attached to the rear ring on my collar. I had no earthly idea why he felt he had to do such a thing; as I didn't think that I had given him a reason to.
We started walking, not down towards the school; but out back on an earthen pathway which seemed to be heading off into the forest. Dad stayed in the lead, stopping every once in a while to look at a wildflower or blooming tree. At
least the earth beneath my bare feet was rather smooth and the shade provided by the high trees kept the morning sun from baking my skin.
After the longest time, we finally stopped; at what appeared to be a natural clearing; except for the handmade bench which was there, nothing else appeared to be abnormal. It was so quiet and peaceful, and the only sounds I could hear were those of birds and the faint rustling of a few high branches, as the light wind gently found its way through the forest.
Dad sat on the bench, calling for his slave to hand him my leash. I was then commanded to kneel just in front of my father, with my half-brother standing next to me; exposed like me, allowing my father to gaze upon both of our naked bodies.
"I suppose you need to piss", he asked of his slave.
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir", came the reply.
I immediately knew what was coming as the slave approached me with his dick, with its' small Prince Albert ring. Since the ring was much smaller than mine or Jordan's, I knew that my father would be expecting me to accept it as well.
I could only think that the slave boy had consumed a gallon of water before we left the house. He seemed to have an endless supply of hot piss for my throat. I suppose I should have been at least marginally thankful that the slave's dick hadn't matured yet and I was able to get it all in my mouth without it entering my throat.
The slave boy didn't pull his hips back once he'd completed his pissing. He seemed content to just leave it in my mouth; and my father didn't tell him to remove it either.
Dad started talking, but I seemed to be left out of this conversation. He was
actually talking to the slave boy, as if HE were my father's son. Dad talked
about many things, mostly about how he would have liked his own son to be. I
listened intently, trying to pick up any hints as to where and how I might have a chance to plead my own case. After about thirty minutes, dad started talking about how the slave boy came about. He even went so far as to give him the speech about breeding females, and how it was wrong to bed with them. He kept telling my half-brother about erections, sperm, and man to man real sex; and how beneficial male slaves were becoming to the worlds economy.
It didn't take long for the small dick in my mouth to begin to stir. The slave boy even moved his hands to the back of my head, as that small action seemed to bring a comment of praise from my father.
Dad kept talking, and finally asked his slave if he thought his dick was hard. The slave replied in the affirmative; followed by my father asking him if he would like to get his dick sucked. My half-brother didn't need to think about his answer.
Before he had even finished his reply, the slave was thrusting his tiny hips back and forth; and I had to apply additional pressure on his shaft with my lips, just to keep his dick from sliding out of my mouth.
I couldn't imagine being his age, newly castrated and having my boy dick sucked on. I was mildly thankful that my half-brother had never known the outside
world, and least he wouldn't be one of those who would have to give up their
sperm to make more slave babies.
The one thing I readily noticed, however, was that his scent, his own personal fragrance wasn't anywhere near as strong or intoxicating as those of the older boys and men.
My father seemed to be enjoying his one sided conversation, as even while his
slave boy was getting a blowjob, he kept talking to him, covering a multitude of topics which seemed to be designed to make me feel apologetic.
There were a couple of times that my half-brother giggled while I was tonguing the underside of his shaft; which I didn't or couldn't figure out why he did such. I wondered if his body was having some kind of mental orgasm or something, albeit a dry one.
I didn't mind being on my knees sucking his dick; but I did take exception to
the fact that dad seemed to be enjoying all of this the most. He kept asking his slave what he was feeling, how much he was enjoying the blowjob and telling him just how good of a slave he had to be in order to get another blowjob.
The upside of this was that, while I listened to my father at the same time having a dick in my mouth; I wasn't feeling the pain and anguish of the heavy black balls attached to my rings.
It wasn't until I heard my dad say "enough", that I was caught off guard. His
slave pulled his boy dick from my mouth and stepped away.
Apparently, from listening to my father talking, I knew that he was prepared to present his manstick to my mouth. He had his slave kneel in front of him and remove his sneakers and socks; then his shirt and finally the slave removed my father's shorts and undies, folding them all nice and neat and setting them on the bench.
Once again, I found myself sucking on his enormous cock. The thing that got to me, a little, was his pubic hair. I was getting used to sucking smooth cocks and not having hair, brush against my nose and face; dad's hair almost tickled. Finally dad had his entire shaft embedded and my throat muscles reacted properly; flexing against the shaft and pulsing along with the cock. Dad took a hold of my earrings and used them, instead of my head, to work the cock back and forth over my tongue piercing. The combination of the rolling tongue ball and my pulsing throat muscles had the desired effect and volley after volley of manseed began to gravitate over the back of my tongue and down my gullet.
Just like the slave, dad left his cock in my mouth until it went soft; but what shocked me was when his cock began to spew out hot piss. Dad was 'kind enough' to pull his cock back a couple of inches so that I could swallow properly; as I for sure wasn't wanting to spew piss on the owner of the school.
No sooner had dad withdrawn his cock, from my mouth, that his new slave boy was on his knees lapping at the flaccid piece of man flesh. I could only think that the slave boy had been trained to do that; or that his master simply enjoyed the feeling of the tongue on his cock.
"Now don't you think that this 'boy' should properly thank you for allowing him the pleasure of sucking your slave 'thing'?" dad promptly asked of his slave.
All I heard was "Yes Master, thank you Master", and the slave was kneeling on
his hands and knees in front of me, slowly lowering his own head to the ground.
I was astonished to see the young slave's tunnel. It had been fucked and fucked good. There wasn't even a plug inside of it either. The entire entrance around his 'tunnel' was dark pink and light red; and the very center of his hole was pretty puffy looking. I didn't know what to think at this point. Sure dad was into slave trading and the slave school; which by every indication is making him exuberant sums of money, but I never thought that he had a fancy to actual fuck another man.
"WELL, DON'T JUST KNEEL THERE, YOU DUMB FUCK! THANK MY SLAVE FOR ALLOWING YOU
THE PRIVILEDGE OF SUCKING HIS 'BOY THING'! Shouted my father.
All I could do, was to move forward on my knees until I was between the slave's outspread knees; before I leaned forward, not wanting to lose my balance; then proceeded to place my mouth directly over his tunnel. I didn't want to be doing this, not now, not in front of my own father; that much I knew for sure.
The slave gave two, quick backwards thrust of his rump; which told me to continue. Continue what? I quickly figured out that he wanted my tongue up his tunnel, just as I saw my father walking towards me.
Before my dad had a chance to use the slave prod on my ass, I stuck my tongue
into the slave's tunnel. I knew somewhere, over the past two weeks that I'd done this before, I think. Regardless, I pushed my tongue in further until I
began to taste sperm and ass slime. The slave began to rotate his tiny hips,
pushing my tongue around inside of him; and a few times he even backed up so
that my tongue could explore more of his inner self. Without the use of my hands, I had to be careful that none of this 'activity' caused me to fall forward onto the slave; then we'd both be flat on the ground.
From behind, my dad used his foot to kick the two balls attached to my own balls. The pain was excruciating, not to mention that it caused me to lurch forward and as I opened my mouth to cry out; I got more tongue inside the tunnel
and more of the slave's ass muscles covering my face. Dad quickly used his hands to hold my head firmly against his slave boy's ass.
"NOW THANK HIM PROPERLY, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!"
Dad kept holding my head, and I kept running my tongue in and out, around and
around. I began to hear the slave boy moaning. I could begin to feel sweat building up on my body and also on the slave's butt cheeks. It wasn't that hot, under the cover of all the trees and the breeze; so perhaps I was sweating
because of the pain inflicted on my body. Or was it from the sheer closeness of being with another person, a male at that?
Wishing that I had time to process my thoughts and feelings, but unfortunately with my dad at the ready to inflict more pain; all I could do now was to keep doing what I was doing.
All I could do was to concentrate on the task at hand. Twice now my father has spoken vile words to me and I just don't understand it at all. One minute he seems nice and the next minute he turns into a sadistic monster. So without
thinking any further I continued to tongue fuck this young slave boy. I'd already gotten over the foul taste of his bodily fluids which seemed to flow endlessly into my mouth, and I didn't even want to go to my 'private space'; fearing that I might not hear a proper command and get my balls kicked again.
A short time later, the slave and I were commanded to part company. I had only to rise back up onto my knees and the slave boy pounced on my face with his
tongue going at a high rate of speed, licking the remnants of his slime from my face.
With the leash back on, we started our walk again; this time my father held the leash, while his slave boy carried the handful of clothes. It really seemed odd, to see my father walking ahead of me in the nude. He never turned back to look, nor did he say a single word to either of us.
If I had to find my own way back to the school, I'd have gotten lost. We crossed over many trails and I had totally lost track of which way the sun had been moving; so even if I could make a run for it now, I would have gotten lost and with my luck some wild animal would have attacked and killed me.
Looking passed and slightly ahead of my father, I could see that there was a clearing just ahead. When we arrived, I was amazed at the beauty of what I was seeing. Here in the fucking middle of nowhere, was a pond with crystal clear water. Surrounding the pond was well manicured grass and two chaise loungers, with towels stacked on the end of each one. Next to one loungers was a large picnic basket.
What I was unable to see was the large, embedded eyebolt that was cemented into the earth. Dad took his end of my leash and quickly fastened it to the eyebolt; leaving me chained by my nose ring like some fucking farm animal; while he and his slave went for a refreshing swim in the pond. By every indication, both of them were having a great deal of fun; detectable by the endless stream of laughter and giggles I heard. I'm almost certain that my father was doing this just to spite me and/or to prove some point.
When they both had gotten dried off, the young slave opened the picnic basket
and started removing a silver tray, a crystal glass, fine silverware, china plate and a linen napkin. By now my father was reclining and his slave placed
the tray on my dad's naked lap. Container after container was opened and the
contents carefully placed on the plate along with a ample portion of red wine.
From where I was kneeling, all I could do was to imagine just how wonderful the food must taste. When my father had finished eating, his slave set the tray on the ground; and proceeded to look in the basket for his own lunch. He served up a huge sandwich, chips and a cold soda for himself while my dad watched him eat every morsel of the meal.
The slave boy once again looked in the picnic basket and withdrew a paper plate, and on to this plate he scraped the leftover tidbits from his master's plate and brought them over to me. This was my lunch? Tiny morsels of chicken breast, not even a spoon full, some nasty tasting brussel sprouts and a piece of half-chewed bread. The slave boy held it in the palm of his hand, just beneath my face and I could only lower my face onto the paper plate and nuzzle the food into my mouth.
The slave put the plate in the basket and then he helped my father to get dressed. Once dad was ready to go, he unfastened my leash and handed it, this time, to his slave. We went down a different trail, but this time I knew that we were heading towards the school; as the path seemed to be a gradual slope downhill.
Does it really make a difference if I was right or wrong? NO! After a good thirty minutes of hiking through the woods, my balls and 'thing' aching like crazy, my nipples feeling like they were being ripped from my body; we came to the edge of the woods and I discovered that we'd hiked into the back side of the town.
The looks we got from the men in town was one of surprise. I guess they never
expected my father to show up like this, un-announced and in the company of a slave and a 'boy'. As dad and his slave paraded my ass in to town, I finally caught a passing glimpse of a female. She was inside one of the many houses, all of them looking similar, and she was looking through the only window at the front of the house. I saw the front door, which was open; but there was
an iron bar door covering the entry way; and the large padlock was nearly impossible to miss. Now I began to understand why I hadn't seen girls when I was here.
We neared the center of town, where I was kept previously and there were all of the slaves from my cellblock. They were all hanging by their wrists and looked close to death.
As I got closer it became evident that all of them had received a severe whipping, beating and worse. From where I was, all I could see were their backs, all bruised, black and blue, open cuts and copious amounts of welts.
We didn't stop until we got around to the front side of the slaves. What I saw was nothing less than pure tortured men. Their chests and legs were nothing but shredded flesh; and it appeared that the town's men had been throwing excrement on them as well. Gigantic stones had been attached to all of their genitals and I was surprised that the balls hadn't been ripped from their bodies.
The one thing that caught my eye the most was; that every single slave had signs that he'd been crying earlier. The tears had cut a clear path through the crime and crud which was covering their head and face. One might have thought that every fucking fly in the town was buzzing around all of those slaves; and I wouldn't have been surprised if the poor slaves couldn't have been feeling and hearing the nasty flies as they swarmed all over them.
We three stood there for a few minutes, and apparently the news of my father's arrival had spread rapidly; as the town square filled quickly with men and boys, some wearing shorts while others were properly naked.
My father said something to several of the older men, before beckoning his slave to follow him; as he seemed, this time, to be heading towards the school. I trudged along, following my chain leash at a rather brisk pace; as indeed we were finally going back to the school.
I caught sight again of the helicopter pad, this time with one sitting there idle; and the crystal blue waters of the Pacific seemed to add a certain ambiance to accompany the fragrant flowers.
When we neared the school's entry way, I could plainly see the Headmaster and
the newly positioned, young teacher. Dad took my leash from his slave and handed it to the Headmaster, and the teacher quickly snapped a similar leash to the slave boy; leading him away as if he was a horse to be cooled down after a good run.
A few pleasantries were spoken between the Headmaster and dad, before dad left me, alone, with the Headmaster.
I was commanded immediately to my hands and knees, following behind as we moved rather quickly towards the cellblock. We stopped just short of the cellblock and went into a rather rank smelling and dimly lit room; which I soon found out was the normal room which the slaves used to shower and shit.
Two eunuch slaves had been kneeling there waiting my arrival, and just as soon as my leash was removed and the Headmaster gone; they both began to scrub my body, vigorously, with the standard 'cold' water.
After my shower and enemas, they took me back to my cell. The leather chair was still in place, the room smelled as if it had been sanitized. I was so thirsty that I didn't waste any time getting over to the 'water cock' and sucked on it until my need for water had ceased.
The two eunuch slaves left and the cell door closed behind them rather quickly. I moved over to my cot and lay flat on my back; glad to be clean and most appreciative of the fact that all of the weights had been removed from my agonized body.
By the time I woke up, the slaves had somehow been cleaned up and returned to
their individual cells. None of them were speaking a word, not even to each other. Their cell doors, like mine, were locked; which gave me additional peace of mind.
Our dinner was served in the routine manner and it felt, odd enough, better to be here eating food than to be eating up at the house. At least here, I got
plenty of food and it wasn't all that bad tasting.
The cell across from mine was empty, and I didn't know if Jordan was ever coming back. I knew that the young slave wasn't coming back, but I was hoping beyond hope that Jordan would be returned.
I got back onto the cot and replayed the day over again in my mind. There were so many questions which needed answers. I was beginning to see things a lot
different; perhaps even from the viewpoint of my father, perhaps from a slave's perspective.
The lights were soon turned off and the cellblock remained in total silence, which was an eerie feeling. Not long afterwards, I heard the distinct sound of the cellblock door opening. I didn't hear the click-click of the Headmasters shoes; but I knew that who ever it was, was wearing leather soled shoes, so I quickly got down on the floor in the 'present' posture. It wasn't required when the lights were turned off, but I didn't want to chance pissing somebody off.
My cell door slid open, but I didn't hear the footsteps. Nobody was entering my cell, and I couldn't 'feel' the presence of anyone. I'd have thought that if it was the Headmaster or my father they would have made their presence known to me.
Being in the dark this way, began to make me a little nervous. I continued to
assume that somebody was either directly behind me, or had somehow moved passed me without me noticing.
Well, maybe who ever it was had removed his shoes. It wouldn't surprise me if
that was the case. Or, maybe it was just my imagination playing games with my mind. Or, could it have something to do with that helicopter I saw earlier.
Maybe they were just testing me, to see if I'd try to escape. It could be that nobody was there and my cell door was open because they were going to bring Jordan back.
Why me? Why am I being cursed with so many unexplained situations and unanswered questions? Why can't I just have my big screen television tonight, and get some more instructional education; instead of all this mental anguish?
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