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SAIL AWAY CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
I was still in a state of limbo, thinking about just having been 'mated', and
the thoughts which ran through my mind about Alan. The doctor was right about one thing. If I thought about something pleasant, then the experience of 'mating' wouldn't hurt so bad.
I still felt the doctor's cock inside of me, as he'd just lifted himself up and off of my back. The air from the vent above quickly encircled my body and brought some much appreciated cooler air.
The doctor began speaking to the slave in the room; "Now little one, come here and prepare yourself to consume some needed nourishment."
I began to feel something more than the doctor's cock. It was his hot piss that was now filling my bowels. It wasn't as bad as getting my two daily enemas, but it was the first time I'd been filled with a mans piss which, again, seemed rather demeaning.
No sooner had the doctor finished pissing, that he began to extract his penis; which was quickly replaced by having the slave's mouth cover my entire tunnel opening. This really isn't happening, I thought; am I to understand what is happening now? Is the slave going to swallow everything that comes out of my tunnel? What if flecks of turds show up and he has to swallow them. Oh God, I surely hope that doesn't happen. Please don't let me do that to whoever is
kneeling at my ass. Sperm, piss, grease and turds are not what I'd want to be calling nourishment.
I even tried to concentrate in order not to flood the slave's mouth, but to no avail. I could feel the hands of the slave begin to push my cheeks out further, as he began pressing harder against my body. I just couldn't, or wouldn't, think about what was happening. I could feel him controlling my discharge with his mouth and hands, as he seemed to be doing his assigned task at a rather fast rate.
I didn't hear the door open either; but I did hear the voice of the Headmaster as he addressed the doctor. "Excellent, most excellent, I'm glad to see that you are cleaning up the 'boy's' ass before I get a stab at it. Nothing better than a nice warm tunnel to get my day off to a good start. I sure hope you didn't give the poor slave your standard speech about letting his mind goes to a pleasant place."
"Yes, as a matter of fact I did. I don't see the harm in telling a new slave how to find relaxation while he is in the throws of 'mating'. You know I don't like new slaves to feel as if they are being raped and ravaged; that is so cruel if you want my opinion" responded the doctor. "Give the slave a minute and he'll have the tunnel all nice and clean for your cock. I'm sure you wouldn't want your meat floating around in a sea of urine, now would you!"
I guess, from the conversation, that the doctor and Headmaster had some personal issues between themselves.
The slave finally backed away from my tunnel and his mouth was replaced by the tip of the Headmaster's cock. It felt like a giant piece of sausage. I hoped, but knew better, that he'd be gentle towards me like the doctor was. After the first inch of his cock had penetrated my body, he simply rammed the remainder completely inside without so much as giving me a second to deal with all the pain. Not only was this the largest cock I'd had up my ass, but it also was the most pain that I had experienced this entire time. I yelled so hard, through my plugged mouth, that the plug actually shot right out and the whole room filled with my screams and pleadings.
"SILENCE!," shouted the Headmaster; "Stop your whining this instant, you sniveling, snot nosed fucking spoiled brat. If you know what's good for you, you'll stop this instant."
Even though the Headmaster was yelling at me, I couldn't control myself and I
just kept on screaming out in pain and anguish.
"If you don't stop, you'll be feeling a lot worse by the time I'm done with you, you wimp assed, cocksucking whore."
I struggled with every ounce of intestinal fortitude I could muster up, and finally I brought myself down to just crying and having snot running out of my
nose.
"I fucking warned you! You dumb shit." The Headmaster said, as he withdrew his cock from my tunnel and began to strike my weighted 'pleasure balls with his open hand. "Now scream all you fucking want. No one will hear your candy assed complaining except me and the doctor. You surely don't think your 'daddy dearest' will come to your rescue, do you?"
He began again to hit my balls and progressed up to hitting my defenseless 'thing'. Every time he hit the shaft, his fingers managed to strike the two steel rods running parallel through it.
I couldn't stand it anymore and started screaming once again; only to feel more pain on my genitals. Not even the doctor spoke up in my defense. I knew that I had to have had passed out right after my bladder let go and the instructional prod had been triggered against one of my 'pleasure balls'.
A cool moist feeling on my thing caused me to regain awareness. I was now in one of the doctor's other training rooms; face up, legs in stirrups and my eye covering had been removed.
I focused my eyes on my waist, to see the doctor cleaning up the fast drying blood on the shaft of my thing. I quickly noticed that there were no weights hanging from my balls; which was a huge relief, in its self.
I discovered that I was being well secured to his examination table; even my wrists were locked down tight on what appeared to be two extended arms from the table.
We weren't alone either; as my eyes scanned what I could see of the room; that two young slaves, my half-brother, the new young teacher, my dad and my Masters were also present.
Upon seeing them, all I could do was to break down and cry; cry like a baby. The pain had eased up to nothing more than mild discomfort; but once again I find myself to be on the wrong end of being the center of attention.
I urgently began to flicker my eyes again, looking around the room for the Headmaster; but thankfully his presence was missing. However, the photographer was inconspicuously standing nearby, in the corner, filming the events as they unfolded.
After the doctor finished cleaning up my 'thing', he applied an antiseptic cream all over it; as apparently there had been a few breaks in the skin. It was most welcome and refreshing to say the very least, not to mention it smelled like fresh mint from mom's garden.
I watched as the doctor wheeled over a small cart and noticed that he had picked up a length of clear vinyl tubing, which he coated with some type of lubrication; just prior to inserting it into my tunnel. At least the tubing didn't hurt even though it felt as if it was snaking its way through my intestines.
After I heard the faint sound of a motor running, I realized that he was suctioning out my tunnel. I don't know if the Headmaster pissed inside me or not; but whatever the case was, my insides would be clean.
I began to focus the best I could, and was allowed, on the presence of my Masters. I didn't want them to think that I was looking at either of them; or anyone else for that matter.
Without his doctors jacket, the doctor (my Master) looked so much more different than I had remembered. He had a kind face and appeared to be very well built; almost as if he visited a gym three or four times a week. His clothes were impressive, as they looked like many of the clothes which I wear; or should I say 'used to wear'. His hair was a beautiful shade of light brown with every single hair in place, just like my friend Alan would comb his own. I thought for a moment that I noticed him smiling in my direction, which was rather a nice change from being raped by the Headmaster.
It had been so long, so many years, since I'd seen my uncle; that I barely recognized him. He is mom's younger brother by ten years, which makes him somewhere in his early thirties. The only thing that I knew for sure, which made him my uncle was some of the similarities between his and moms facial features. He really is a handsome man, with his cobalt blue eyes and his smooth and clean shaved face. If I had to say he looked like a famous person, I'd have to say he looked something like Tom Wheeling, the star of 'Smallville'.
They both remained silent as the school's doctor finished up his duties. My dad ventured over to my side, to glance down at whatever was in the tubing which the doctor was using; after which, he looked directly into my eyes. I moved my head to the side, so that I wouldn't be caught looking at him, but he used his hand to turn my head back so that our eyes met.
"There is only one way in life to accomplish one's goals, and that is the 'right way'. I so much had hoped you would have taken the right path and shown an interest in the family business; but you didn't. You only displayed your interest in the finer things in life such as clothes, girls, and cars. Now you are a slave. A slave for as long as your two masters desire to keep you, and upon their recommendations you will be neutered and re-sold to our friends in
the Sudan; where you will become nothing more than an animal. So therefore it is in your best interest to do exactly as they require you to do and not fuck up. You might, and I emphasize the word 'might', be returned to me. If you are returned to me; it would only be for one reason and purpose.
That reason being, that you have finally learned a valuable lesson; that lesson being learning a business from the bottom up. Since the shipping industry didn't seem to suit your taste or abilities, perhaps being a slave for several years just might fit you better. Then after careful evaluation, you might just be released from your life as a slave; using what you've learned to help me build up the slave industry and our own school; not to mention our fine, outstanding breeding program."
I didn't know what to think of dad's little sermon. Making me, turning me, into a slave to learn this business? I had never even considered slaves as a business, even though they are being used more and more throughout the country.
All I ever knew was that I grew up without them and that was fine by me. Not to mention the fact that why in hell would I want to work with or for my own father after he has put me through all of this. Who knows, perhaps in time, I might find reason enough to understand why he is doing this to me; but for now... this is a bunch of bullshit.
As my father moved away, repositioning himself between my outstretched legs, I noticed that the cameraman was now in the corner, sucking slave cock. He was buck naked and I could see dozens of lash marks across his back and legs. While he was busy sucking dick, another slave was standing off to the side, pissing all over the cameraman's face and body. I guess he had been taught a valuable lesson... don't fuck around with the owner's son.
Once again my dad got my attention, demanding that I look at him. As I did, I
knew what was coming; I could see it in his eyes. "Now 'boy', it is my rightful duty and responsibility to send all of our finest slaves off with their new Masters by 'mating' them one final time as a remembrance from whence they came. You may struggle or you may not; some do, and some don't. It shall make no difference to me; as all I need, as the proprietor of the school is to 'mate' with you and observe whether or not you understand your new life."
That said, my dad had his new slave unbuckle his trousers and slide them down
past his knees. I knew that my father must have been waiting for this moment for a long time. I tried to see whether or not my uncle was watching this disgusting act, and sure enough he was.
As dad eased his cock into my tunnel, I dared not to even think about closing my eyes. If he was anything like the Headmaster, I was sure that an instructional prod was close by. I decided that perhaps I would show my father that I was man enough to take anything that he could dish out, so I kept my eyes squarely focused on his face.
I wasn't surprised one bit, when he removed his softening cock from my ass. I
knew by his expressions that he hadn't dumped his cum into my body. I knew that he was more disappointed about it than anyone else in the room. I wondered if my glazed over eyes, staring him down, had anything to do with his failure to reach his peak. No matter, I at least felt that this one is scored in my favor.
Both of my Masters approached me, one of them holding a new and larger butt plug. My uncle was the one who lifted up my new ring, and steadily and painfully inserted it into my tunnel. I didn't move, I didn't make one sound nor did I look him in the face. He let my anal piercing drop, which seemed to of made a small 'bounce' from the base of the butt plug; which brought out a tiny giggle from both of my Masters.
The doctor stepped forward, reminding my Masters of how important it is to keep the new piercing clean and well sanitized, not to mention he also told them to make sure that my inner thighs were kept away from it for at least a month. Not that it was going to make a difference; as it was over two inches in diameter and felt like it weighed a pound. I'd be moving around bowlegged for quite some time.
Everyone was told that I was going to receive my last exam and that I would be ready for departure immediately after lunch. I was left in the room with just the doctor and the young new teacher. The grown ups, apparently were off to my dads place for a special luncheon and some 'entertainment'.
Both the teacher and the doctor made quick work of getting me all cleaned up and checked over. My piercings were cleaned, and I was finally allowed to brush my teeth. The pink fingernail polish was removed and my tunnel got a proper cleaning and grease job. I still was in awe by the size of the latest plug which my Masters had seen fit to have me impaled with. It wasn't anymore uncomfortable than the biggest cock I'd had to suffer through; but it was constant reminder to me of just how much men love a slave's tunnel.
I was finally taken back to my cell, to await my meal; at least that is what I assumed. I noticed that the entire cellblock had been washed down and apparently disinfected, just by the dampness and odor left behind. The only two slaves on the block were the same to bitchboys from earlier the day before. I noticed that all of the empty cells were really empty; there wasn't even a cot in them. I began to ponder the fate of the other slaves, but it wasn't something that I cared to much about; seeing as how they had started abusing me no sooner than they had learned of my connection with the school's proprietor.
I gingerly lay down on my cot, with the pillow beneath my head; and tried to find some mental peace where I might be able to get just a short nap.
The 'mating' by the school's doctor seemed as if it weren't to bad, even though I had strong feelings of resentment to all of the men who 'mated' with me. The rape by the Headmaster was by far the worst experience of my life. I couldn't help but to think of my past thoughts and feelings about man to man sex; and how much I detested it, not to mention thought that I'd be able to fend off any attempts of having a cock shoved up my ass. The people here at the school must have seen many young males like myself; as they seemed to be able to anticipate my every move and thought.
I was so happy that my fathers 'mating' went fast and without incident. I couldn't believe that I was able to mentally block out the majority of such incest. At least I had the comfort to know that he was unable to maintain himself and had to extract his huge cock before he wanted to. I did however feel that he would take out his frustrations on his new young slave; thus causing the
young boy to feel the wrath of my dad's disappointment. But, then, perhaps my half-brother was accustomed to 'mating' and who the fuck knows; he might even actually enjoy it. After all, didn't I learn that all of the town's boys had never experienced sex with a girl; perhaps as they all get older they get to 'fuck around', so to speak, with each other. However, his is my half-brother and I should have some feelings towards him, shouldn't I? I wonder, I just wonder how many of the boys in town are a product of my father's sperm. Shit, I could have so many relatives here that it would be difficult to count them all.
I continued to think and ponder the past, the present and the future; while waiting for my noontime meal. I got caught up thinking about mom and dad; how they ever stayed together this long and how all of this crap about my enslavement has taken its toll on mom. She is such a kind a wonderful person; any kid would love to have her as a mom. I hope see is doing ok, and that dad won't try to fuck her over during all of the divorce battles. Perhaps one day, I'll be able to see her again and explain everything; at least hearing my side she won't think that I was gay from birth or that I had any desire to become a
slave. Lord knows what lies she has been told; especially if they came from dad.
Hell, I had almost drifted off when I heard the cellblock door slide open; so I clambered off the cot and got into the proper position for lunch. To my surprise, the only thing I got for lunch was a bowl of kool-aid or at least something that tasted like it.
No matter, the drink was sweet with sugar, which I knew would give me a boost of energy. I slurped and sucked until the bowl was drained; and I even found a bit of amusement the moment I let loose with a humongous belch. Fuck, that felt so good; it brought back even more good memories, like the 'belch fest' we had at my party which Alan seemed to win without a doubt.
After I had thanked the slave for my lunch and he'd removed the empty bowl; I
felt as if I needed to rest once again. As I lay upon the cot, the world didn't seem to matter much anymore. Even without my friends to call and hang out with, I was safely locked away from the hooligans of yesterday. I wasn't been abused, raped or tortured. At least for the moment, all was right with the world, as I closed my eyes thinking of Jordan and Alan.
I must have finally been able to catch up on my rest; as the next thing I knew was that I was being blindfolded again and the mitts were sliding over my hands. I didn't seem to have the strength or even the desire to struggle; to fight for my freedom. Some kind of gag was placed over my mouth and apparently it had a miniature cock on the inside; as it seemed to be pressing down on my tongue. I tried to move, but I couldn't. My brain was telling my arms and legs to move but nothing was happening. It didn't feel like they were tied up or down but they simply didn't move. I wasn't in any discomfort or pain, so I could only 'go with the flow' and allow fate to deal me a new hand.
Several pairs of hands took hold of my body and lowered me from the cot down onto something like a wide board on wheels. They adjusted my body so that my knees were bent and my feet were flat on the wood. Someone placed each of my covered hands onto my chest, just below my nipple rings and then the cart began to move.
I guess this was 'good-bye' school, fuck you dad, and hello to my new life. I
can still vividly remember the moment that I'd been wheeled outside. There was a gentle breeze blowing up the hill, which allowed all of the fragrances of every blossom to filter into my nostrils. Oh how much it all continued to remind me of my mother.
They left me there, in the open, smelling the flowers and feeling the warm sunshine for several minutes. The only thing which my brain registered next, was the fact that another person was somewhere down on my level. At first I didn't know who it was, but thought perhaps it might have been my dad; here to see me off and wish me well. Now if I hadn't learned anything yet; why would he come to say good-bye?
I couldn't figure out why I was feeling so humble and lackadaisical. Shouldn't I be feeling nervous or even scared; knowing or not knowing what lay ahead? I mean, like, I'm going to be a slave for at least two or three years, perhaps be sold to some sicko in Sudan who's going to cut my nuts off; not to mention not really knowing what my two Masters will have me doing. Shit, what in the hell is wrong with my brain?
The next think I knew, a large cargo net had been placed on the ground next to me. I was lifted up and placed onto the net. I think that I bumped into someone, but at first I wasn't sure. Moments later, I learned that there was another body next to mine. They placed my legs just like they had done on my cot, allowing me a moment or two to ponder what was happening; but sure as shit, I hadn't a fucking clue.
From down below, I heard an engine; a big engine. Soon I discovered that the engine was coming from a helicopter, as it now hovered overhead. I heard two loud metallic clicks and the next thing I knew was that the cargo net was being slowly lifted up, encasing my body and one other within its confine. The net got tighter and tighter as it kept pulling my body closer and closer to the one next to me.
I felt the net lift off of the ground, but suddenly I bumped my butt back down on earth; as the net kept adjusting itself until there was no possible way that the two bodies inside the net had any room to move.
I was kind of neat, in a way. It was like being on a ride at Universal Studio in Orlando. Finally, we were lifted off the ground for the last time. It wasn't more than five seconds, when the net began to spin around. I could do this all day long, trust me.
What caught me off guard, by surprise, was the body next to mine. It felt soft and smooth. I could tell that we were shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip; inside the cargo net.
If there was one thing that I learned well, in the preceding days of my training, was the scent of a man. I knew whoever this was, was a male.
I seemed to be caught up in the thrill of the event and the body next to mine. It wasn't until I knew that we were high above the earth, as the air was so much cooler and the cargo net had spun around, that the smell of the flowers had cleared from my nostrils completely.
The way in which we were going, the way in which the winds were coming, gave me my first and best indication as to who was in the net with me. I couldn't wait until I could discover if my sense of smell had failed or was right on target
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