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SAIL AWAY CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
While the two men, my Masters, conversed about me, their newly acquired slave; it gave me a few moments to think and to realize what had just happened. The warm euphoric sensation I had gotten before, had faded and now all that was left to comprehend was the terrible aching in my tunnel. I continued to feel the tingling and burning sensation as ass slime, grease and the Maters' manseed began to flow from my ass. I guess that I should have been thankful that there were only two cocks for my tunnel to have; which was more than any 'man' my age should ever have to deal with. With the only exception being the strange feeling which had over come the pain, the whole ordeal was more than humiliating; it was degrading!
I guess that a weaker gay guy would have enjoyed it, but this certainly wasn't something that I was going to accept anytime soon. Perhaps that's why Alan likes to fuck instead of getting fucked.
I had expected them to release me and allow me to return to my cell; but as it were, they had other plans for me. I heard them talking about the addition of the one ring, my butt plug and even getting me branded.
One of the men, came up behind me, and quickly and efficiently wiped my tunnel entrance clean. The other man, without reservations, shoved a much larger butt plug into my tunnel; much larger than the original one which was still implanted in my mouth. I groaned and tried to trash about, as he methodically pushed it completely in. The larger plug only helped to intensify the burning sensation in my ass.
The words they were now speaking seemed to be muffled, yet I knew that they were still standing at the entrance to my tunnel. I felt the finger again, pushing against my body, where it had once been already. It moved two or three times, before coming back to the original spot. I heard the door open and close, and the room fell silent; but somehow I still knew that at least one of the men were still in here with me.
I could tell that two hands removing the heavy weights from my nipples. God, it was such a relief to have the weight gone. I couldn't see, but I knew that my skin had been stretched which, in the end, would be extending what was once my two cute manly nipples. Now, I don't know why I was surprised; but the two nipple weights ended up being added to my already painfully abused 'pleasure balls'. My chest began heaving, and I was doing everything I could, to get air flowing in and out of my nose. The pain was excruciating and I thought that any second I was going to pass out. The man knew exactly what he'd just done; as I heard him emit one of those, 'hehe' giggles at the same time he began to cause all of the weights to swing forward and backward between my bound, spread legs.
Once he'd gotten all of them swinging in unison, he began to rub my butt cheeks, as if he was making love to them. A couple of times he even kneaded my flesh, as if he were playing in bread dough. Granted I don't have much excess on my butt cheeks, but the man was grabbing all he could and just amusing himself by squeezing them.
By now, he'd already kept himself busy with my butt and the weights; paying no attention to any of my needs, which were fast becoming important. Not only was I finding myself in need to relieve my bladder but my nose was a running river of snot from all of the crying and pain I'd been going through. I knew better than to get myself all worked up over something I had no control over; but the need to urinate was fast approaching the critical stage.
The man, my Master, had been toying with my butt plug for several minutes, causing my anal muscles to react to his playtime. I guess he was finding it rather nice to twist the plug around in circles, while watching my tunnel trying
to maintain control over the latex plug.
Through my agony, I heard the door open once again. I knew by the loud voice that the doctor and my second master had entered. The three males discussed the section of my body which they'd previously had been poking. I heard the doctor tell them both, that it wasn't a problem to do 'it', but that I'd be better off afterwards if they left me attached to this contraption; I think the doctor called it a 'fucking horse'.
The doctor left but returned in less than a minute; wheeling in some type of metal cart. I hadn't heard the footsteps belonging to my father; but he too had returned to the room.
All four men began conversing about various aspects of my current training and areas they felt needed improving or either some new lessons in some areas not yet being taught.
I was elated, to hear one of my masters tell the doctor and my father that they plan on 'shipping' me back to their own residence when they leave tomorrow. At least I wouldn't be subjected to any more brutal attacks by my fellow slaves and it was a reprieve from having to go into town and be exposed to more degrading situations.
From the way my two Masters were speaking, I could tell that I'd be receiving
'specialized education' in areas which would bring a tremendous amount of pleasure to them, not to mention pride. Hopefully, whatever types of training they were speaking about wouldn't need to be taught while they had me exposed to curious minds and contemptuous eyes.
I couldn't make out what some of the words they used meant, but perhaps that was what just might make me continue to feel good about getting out of this country and going to who knows where. If I understood everything they'd said, then I might have a different view on my new Masters; but I don't think I'll ever get used to the term "the slave's owners'.
Soon the conversation turned more about what the doctor was preparing to do and other than my father, nobody seemed to be saying much of anything. What could the average man like so much about another man's butt and tunnel that he would always have to be rubbing on it, not to mention fucking it.
I felt two small needle stabs; one directly into my butt and the other one rather close to my balls. At first it was cold, and then came a terrific burning sensation; before everything around my balls and ass went numb.
I did my best, to listen now; as the doctor began talking. He said things like 'heat', 'cauterize', 'less blood', 'less healing time', 'less opportunity for infections'. With terms like that, I thought I was going to get my nuts removed. I began to cry the silent cry, yet with real tears. I couldn't fathom the idea that my own father would allow anyone to neuter his one and only son.
The doctor began showing my two Masters, something which he'd made several years earlier; 'just for such occasions', as he put it. Since I couldn't see anything, all I could do was listen; and fear the unknown. My tears were beginning to soak the leather covering over my eyes, and there was nothing I could do to stop the men from doing whatever they desired to do with me. I couldn't help but think how many times over the past week that I didn't have any say, any choice or any control of what all these people had done to me and with me. I say a week, but I honest couldn't even tell you what day it was as time seemed to become nothing of importance to me anymore.
The days of me telling my friends the when and the where; were nothing more than a memory now. The days of me getting the 'free ride' at home were gone as well. Given my current situation, I couldn't help but to think how things might have been different if I had given my dad half a chance at just being my dad. Could anything that he said to me after my birthday party be true? I know that I always got what I wanted by asking my mom. I know that I never seemed to please my father; although I never knew why, but to end up here, like this?
Soon the doctor was doing something to the skin behind my balls and above my tunnel. I thought that he might be pinching it, but it didn't hurt. All I could tell was that he was there, doing something.
Hands, four of them; held me even firmer to the 'fucking table'; two hands on my shoulders and two hands on my waist, pressing downward.
I felt a noticeable pinching sensation on my skin, just before I felt the discomfort of something poking a hole. Seconds later, the smell of burnt flesh wafted under my nose. More fumbling around with my skin and the doctor announced the completion of his task.
The hands left my body and apparently everyone was assembled at my butt, looking at what had just been done to me.
I could feel something, unknown, touching the most inner parts of my butt cheeks. It felt smooth and yet it seemed heavy all at the same time. Funny how medicine has a way of distracting or re-routing brain waves and nerve endings. I didn't know what had been done to me, but I could only assume that I still had my 'pleasure balls'.
"Well it sure looks nice", my father commented. "At least when you fuck your slave or dildo his ass it will fit through the hole nicely".
"Quite right", said one of my Masters (I think it was my Uncle), "And should we desire to fist his tunnel all we have to do is flip it out of the way".
Okay, I'm not the brightest bulb in the house, but did he just say 'fist'?
Before anything else was said, or should I say... nothing else was said; and I was left all alone in the room, the darkness overtaking my fears and thoughts. I don't know how long I lay there, but sleep finally came to my racked and abused body. I had no idea of knowing just how long I was left in this position, but what ever length of time it was, gave my body a good dose of much needed sleep and revitalization.
The room was still dark and cool when I woke up. It gave me the time I needed to analyze, once again, the previous day and the days leading up to now. My thoughts seemed much clearer to me, and the assumptions I came to were rational ones. The only discomfort I was experiencing now was the numbness in my limbs. The only pain I was feeling was in my 'pleasure balls' and that fragment of skin that the doctor had used last night.
I guess living with my uncle and the other man wouldn't be too bad; well, at least not as bad as having to live my life here in this forsaken place or with my dad. This place was all about pain and suffering and at least with my new Masters, I'd probably have a much better chance at getting an explanation why all this is happening to me; not to mention the constant thoughts I keep having of finding a way out of this and getting back home. Home, where is it now? It couldn't be in the same house I'd been living in for nineteen years. I would have to find mom and then she would protect me, especially now; since she has seen what dad and these evil men have forced upon me.
But, that feeling I had last night, the good one, when my whole body and soul
seemed to be floating in ecstasy; will that feeling ever return? I still can't even explain it to myself; but I knew that wherever that feeling, that emotion, came from; I wouldn't mind if it came back.
And today, if my memory serves me well, I'm on my fucking way out of here. To
bad that my dad didn't get one of his wishes; he hadn't had a chance to stuff his fatherly manstick up my tunnel. I suppose that was one battle that I won; however, for some reason I knew the war wasn't over just yet.
When the lights finally did come on, the only person who entered was the doctor. He seemed to always be the easiest to detect, as he was the only one I knew here who shuffled his feet instead of picking them up and setting them down.
He went immediately to my butt, and whatever it was he was doing caused me to
yelp, behind my butt plugged mouth.
The sensation of him moving something around on my body, the feeling of skin pulling; and the sensation of something thick and heavy, now attached to my body seemed all to real.
After releasing whatever it was that he was manipulating, the doctor came forward and stood at my shoulders to explain what had happened last night.
I soon learned that he'd install another piercing. He called it a 'guiche' ring. It was rather large but he had used his special hole puncher; which not only made the hole with surgical precision, but it also closed the skin and sealed any leaking blood vessels at the same time.
Some of the things, of which the doctor began speaking, came as a surprise; one which I hadn't expected, least not from anyone here at the school.
"I've had a little time to spend with your Masters. They appear to be very genuine in their desires to have you as their property. They seem to me, to be the type of individuals who treat all of their property with care. You will not be their only slave however; as they have two slaves already. They talk about their home as if it is a paradise, which if true, will make a nice place for you to live out your existence.
I had a good talk with the one Master who is a doctor. He practices family medicine in the town where you will be living. The other Master has some sort of business which he runs directly from his home, and I do believe, as you must by now know, that he is your uncle. He too, seems to be a very caring person.
You will be expected to learn far more things than you've experienced here. They expect that some of the training will take time and they are patient people; so you've got nothing to fear if you don't perform properly at first.
They do, however, have an extensive array of implements which they will use on you, should you knowingly error or simply don't try to do your very best. >From what they tell me, they've never failed to get a slave to comply or to learn.
Now then, I'll need to give you one last, quick, going over later this morning before you leave for your new home; but for now I'm going to take the opportunity to mate with you before they release you from the horse.
I also need to get a slave in here to clean up the floor, as it seems that you have had an accident and there is urine all over the floor."
I never knew that I had pissed on the floor. Surely, I should have felt that happening. How embarrassing for another man to have to tell me that I've piss on the floor. At least he hadn't said anything about punishing me for my infraction.
The doctor stepped out briefly, bringing a slave carrying a pail and some cloths with him back into the room.
As the slave was kneeling beneath me, wiping up my piss; the doctor began unzipping his own shorts and exposing his healthy cock.
From what the doctor was saying to the slave, I knew that the slave was also going to have to keep my butt plug in his mouth; until the doctor had finished mating with me.
When I was first learning about 'sex', the only two words I learned were 'screw' and 'fuck'; now these people have added a third one, 'mating'. Now, I wasn't one to think of it that way, but in all reality that is what happens when two species 'hook up'.
Well, it quickly happened; as the doctor gently removed my butt plug the entrance to my tunnel felt the cool and refreshing air moving over it. When the cool air struck the inner regions of my tunnel it was like nirvana. The pain suddenly disappeared and I once again felt the immediate relief, not to mention something that I could only describe as erotic. I don't know what it was, but I'll just say, in ignorance, that is was caused by the combination of the cool air and my anal muscles working in conjunction; but it was enough to rid my thoughts of anything painful or evil.
I heard the doctor summon the slave, in order that he accepts the slime covered plug in his mouth. I would imagine that the slave's jaw muscles had to be in fairly good condition if he was to open up wide enough for the big plug.
Then the doctor spoke to me, which was more than any others, had done." Now slave, I'm going to show you how wonderful it is to mate. Most males only mate
in order to achieve an orgasm but I don't follow that particular line of thinking. I want you to think of something which brings fond memories to life. I
want you to think of things which bring you happiness and joy. If you do that for me, while we are mating, then you too shall see and perhaps feel the wonderment of two males mating."
Jesus, what kind of a nut case is he! Happiness, joy, wonderment! When you're
raping somebody up their ass, it can't be a joyous, happy or wonderful feeling, can it?
I soon felt the head of his cock rubbing itself around the outer region of my
tunnel, occasionally stopping directly on my entrance. It was a nice feeling, even if I say so myself. I wondered why a female would have objected to such foreplay. After several minutes of that, his cock began to slowly enter my tunnel. It stopped every few seconds which allowed me to maintain my breathing without feeling any pain. Unlike last evening, which was painful, the doctor so far, was being true to his word. I imagine that the doctor was moving his hips around, as I could easily feel his rod pushing against the inner lining of my intestines. He began to combine both the forward motion and the circular pattern, which seemed to intensify my own feelings. It wasn't long before that 'warmth' flooded into and over me once again.
I wonder if the doctor ever had a 'private place' that he went to. The only reason why I was thinking this was because there was no conversation, there was no moaning or groaning; just the rhythmic actions of his cock. I began to wonder if what he'd said earlier was actually true; just about the time he feed me another inch of his cock.
I closed my already covered eyes; and for a brief moment thought of home, which didn't seem to have any effect on my brain. I sure as hell wasn't going to think about my dad now, was I. I began to think of Jordan and how much he means to me. I tried to think of the few times where I actually had enjoyed having him beside me and the intimate time we had on the bed. Well to me, it was intimate even though there was no 'mating' going on.
My thoughts, for some reason, didn't seem to concur with the action going on up my tunnel. I continued to think of Jordan, wondering the big 'WHAT IF'. What if I was gay and could I ever fall for somebody like Jordan. Let's face it, Jordan likes to be the 'fucker', not the 'fuckee' and besides all of that; he has a bit of a 'wild side' which he has rightfully displayed. I even began to think about fucking Jordan. However, I couldn't seem to feel the pleasure and joy of sticking my thing up a butt.
I opened my eyes, to find myself feeling the full force of the doctor's cock. It didn't seem to be hurting me, but my tunnel sure did feel full. I only wished that I was in a different position where I could have at least seen the men who were fucking me.
I closed my eyes again, at the same time my skin came in contact with the doctor's pubic hairs. I knew that he had me fully impaled on his manhood.
Alan, I thought; let me think of Alan and see what happens. At least I wasn't
going to think about the last piece of pussy I had gotten, which was only a fuck and nothing more; and it wasn't all that good either seeing how the girl was the cumdump for a lot of the boys from school.
I began to see Alan at my birthday party. How he stood out amongst all the rest of my invited guest. I can even see his daringly beautiful six pack abs. I can see his cute little butt, hidden behind those yellow Speedos he is wearing. His entire body full of muscles, proportioned to match his height and frame. I can even see his hands and feet, all well manicured and not showing any signs of physical labor. His long, hairless, legs; which always seemed be his best asset when competing on the swim team at school. His hair had always been the envy of many boys like me. A beautiful, natural blonde; with every hair, in its proper place was something which a lot of us didn't pay much attention to, unless we were out to 'shag' some girl.
His sparkling smile is something to behold. He has the best set of natural teeth; you'd have thought that they came from a store.
His eyes sparkled like a crystal clear blue swimming pool under the light of a full moon. It was easy to see how he could create such a following of attractive gay friends.
I combined all of my thoughts for one complete second of time. Then I saw him
naked with his neatly trimmed pubic hair and smooth cock shaft. His butt had the tiniest of tanlines, which offset the rest of his Greek God like appearance.
I began to think of him 'mating' with me. I could first see his cock begin to
swell as blood rushed into it. I felt it enter my tunnel with as much care and love as one could ever imagine. As he slowly impaled me on his manhood, I began to moan; not wanting, nor desiring this moment to end. His hips, moving forward and backwards, massaging my inner self; as his hands roamed my soft skin gently caressing my entire soul.
As he began to unleash his seed, it seemed as if I could feel every single droplet and string of it. Endless perhaps, but his sperm just kept coming and coming.
Finally spent, Alan leaned over and onto my back; exhausted from the ritual. I could feel his chest rise and fall, as both of us had sweat forming on our bodies.
Not only could I hear his breathing but I felt it as well; as we lay there together as one.
"Thank you", were the words spoken into my ear. I opened my eyes and Alan had
gone.
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