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 Thirty Six
I really must have forgotten about what all of the pills given to me back at school were for. Shortly after I finished my evening meal, Jordan had to help me into the shower for my nightly duties. I half assed, without even a worry, completed my shower and enemas. I stood there watching Jordan finish up and then he helped me back to my own bed. I dropped off into one of the deepest sleeps that I'd had in a long time.
All of my thoughts, dreams and visions during the night were all consistent with every bit of training that I'd been exposed to so far; and if I wasn't vividly dreaming about my training, I was reliving each and every one of the videos that they forced me to watch.
Morning came all too soon. When I woke up, Jordan was already in the shower singing some crazy song. I jumped out of bed, not knowing just how long the lights had been on; and without doubt not wanting Master to evoke some form of punishment on me.
It took three of four steps for me to get the 'rubber' feeling out of my legs. For some reason I could feel all of my jewelry bouncing around and even my anal plug felt odd. The water in the shower felt extremely hot to me today, and when I went to remove my plug; the pain hit me as if it was my first time with having something up my tunnel.
I questioned Jordan, to see if he too was having any of the same feelings as I was experiencing and he was quick to say that he wasn't; but he did have a rather evil grin on his face. I knew then that he must have some inclination as to what was going on, or at the very least he had experienced them at one time or another.
I was able to finish my shower duties at the same time Jordan completed his. I felt good this day, as it was the first time that both of us were able to get out of the shower, dry off and get down into our respective positions, BEFORE the butler arrived.
The smell of hot food permeated the cottage, as Jordans' meal was set down on
the floor. It was beyond hope that Master would grant me such a meal, as my slave food was tersely placed on the floor, just below my face. The butler, such as he was now seen in a position of high authority, shoved two pills down my throat before granting me the privilege of eating. It seemed odd, however, that the housekeeper didn't bring our meals in. I wonder why she didn't, but in more ways than just one; I was thankful she hadn't.
After eating Jordan was hastily removed from the cottage, presumably to begin
his new assignment. I, on the other hand, had to endure a lecture from the butler. He re-enforced the same words Master had spoken yesterday; as he put it, "so that you don't have any doubts as to your work."
I was soon being led out of the cottage, and down a different path than before. I was finally beginning to feel 'comfortable' walking with the large anal ring swinging between my legs. I'm sure that to an outsider, my stance and stride must have looked rather odd. I guess you could say it looked as if I was walking bowlegged and bent at the knees all at the same time.
I saw nothing that resembled a 'working' plantation. There were woods and fields of grass as far as the eye could see. The path I was on was nothing more than bare earth. The air was filled with the scent of late summer, early fall as the wildflowers appeared to be close to withering.
It wasn't long, before we passed a group of four men, who were stacking cut wood onto a huge wagon. They all stood there, taking a moment to witness the slave (me) who was being led by a heavy chain leash. I should have expected it, as one or two of them whistled at me and made insensitive remarks; one of them even said, "see you real soon honey buns."
We passed two more groups of men; four per group, all working at what I could
only think of was 'land clearing.' One group of men was busy, with chainsaws, cutting trees, while the other group of men was kept busy removing the limbs and branches from fallen trees.
Coming to a fork in the path, I was led down the one which seemed to be heading away from the men. I soon found out that the path ended shortly, at what looked like an old barn. Master came out from the open ended barn and greeted the butler; but He either failed to, to desired not to, recognize my presence.
Entering the barn and being unclipped from the leash was when I saw the water
cart. I heard Master describe some of the 'neat little' features of the new apparatus. I learned that there was one other group of men, which I hadn't seen yet; and that there was one transmitter per group, to which I'd find out soon enough, was another blessing in disguise.
The cart was rather simple looking, as it had only two wheels and a small platform which held the water container. The front part of the cart had two rails and a bunch of rings and leather straps dangling from it.
I don't know why I wasn't surprised when Master and the butler guided me in between the two rails. My two wrists cuffs were quickly attached to the rails. Master then proceeded to put some kind of leather thing over my head and when it was in place I had a huge piece of leather on either side of my eyes; which prevented me from looking anywhere except straight ahead.
Thick pieces of leather were attached to my ankle cuffs; with two pieces on each cuff. One piece was fastened to the cart behind me while the other piece was fastened to the rails end, just ahead of my face.
Both of the men then took a wide piece of leather and fixed it around my waist, just above my hips. From this belt, they attached leather which was firmly
affixed to the rails.
What caught me off guard was when one of them took a firm grip on my thing and attached a large cow bell to my Prince Albert ring, while the other man hung weights on my pleasure balls. The pain was instantaneous, and I began to thrash around best I could; yet remembering that 'silence is golden', I didn't utter a sound. Two smaller weights were once again fixed to my nipple rings and then Master said, "Well let's take him out so we can adjust his stride if we need to."
The butler grabbed my right ear ring and began pulling it forward, with me obediently following his lead. "It appears that the slave can move quite nicely," Master said in his normal tone of voice; as the butler simultaneously agreed.
"Let's let the slave take the cart down to the garage and we can add the ice and water there," Master semi-ordered the butler. I was led around to the back side of the old barn where we picked up another path which led directly to the garage. The butler released his hold on my ear ring and I simply walked alone towards the only thing I could see. I'm guessing that Master and the butler lagged behind a few paces, just to watch and see if I was performing my duties properly.
By the time we got to the garage, the final group of workers came sauntering around the corner. Some were laughing and some were speaking obscenities. I could only think that they'd been told to say these foul things, as part of my
training in 'humility'.
At the garage, the butler told the men to 'fetch the blocks of ice, and get the water flowing'. The men scurried to perform their tasks, while Master emerged from the garage with something small in one hand and a long pole in his other hand. I couldn't see much as it was, but soon all my thoughts and questions would be answered.
I could easily feel it when the workers dumped the ice blocks into the water cooler, as the cart seemed to bounce up and down with ease. My sense of immortality seemed to be rearing its' head, as I could think of nothing right now other than wanting to find a hole to crawl into. I would rather be in the cottage getting further lessons than be outside where anyone and everyone would be able to see me. Even if I could find my 'private space' this instant, I don't think that it would have done me any good.
The space between my eyes filled with the Master, as he approached and went below my range of vision rather quickly. I could feel Him wrapping something around the vacant spaces of my thing and then he fumbled around with the leather belt around my waist, apparently tucking something between it and my skin.
"Now for a test run," Master said in a rather odd tone of voice. Before I knew what was going on, a surge of electrical current was surging its way down and up my shaft. I jolted, in place, causing the cow bell to sound. "Darn thing works pretty fucking good," commented the butler; who I was getting to like less and less with each passing minute. "Hell, the slaves ball weights are still swinging," I heard one of the workers say with a laugh.
If I was a master, I sure as hell wouldn't be putting a slave through such demoralizing things, let alone in front of a bunch of redneck farm workers. I don't understand why my uncle is doing all of this to me, not at all. He could
have at least sent the workers on their fucking way, instead of allowing them to witness a slave in pain, at my expense.
Once again I jumped, as apparently the butler, removed my butt plug. Right in
front of the workers, he presented my mouth with the grease laden and slime coated plug. After I'd gotten my mouth wide enough to accept the plug, the butler took a small thin chain and attached it to my collar and the exposed base of the plug. Jesus am I going to have to have my mouth plugged all day too.
In horror I watched, as Master passed the long pole underneath me. The one end had a huge spring attached to it, with some form of metal coupling. The opposite end had the longest, fattest, scariest looking cock like image bouncing
around.
I could only hear what was going on, as Master fixed the spring end of the pole to the cart, mumbling to Himself, as he had to fuss with the pole to make it align properly. The butler moved back along my side and pried my butt cheeks apart, as Master was aligning the cock with my tunnel opening. "I don't know if I'm going to like this arrangement," I heard Master say to the butler.
The butler was quick to point out that the spring hadn't been compressed yet at which point Master had two of the workers pulled the spring back as best they could. "Okay, that much better," Master said, as I could now begin to feel the tip of the latex cock prodding at my tunnel. "When I say the word, you two men slowly release the spring, and I do mean slowly; unless you want some of the same."
When the spring was released, I jolted forward causing myself even more trouble. I would have stumbled to the ground had it not been for all of the leather straps holding me to the rails. Master was yelling at me to stop, as all I wanted to do was to escape the thing up my ass. Suddenly my thing felt the electrical current, which not only brought me to a halt but caused me to scream, behind my plugged mouth. The bell was ringing, the weights were swinging and the workers were all laughing.
Thankfully, Master hollered at the workers and sent them back to work at their assigned tasks, as he gently began to rub my sweat covered head.
"Good boy, easy boy," Master spoke softly into my ear. "Now let's go over your work assignment one final time slave." Master seemed to wait, to continue, until he assured himself that I'd gotten my breathe back and was giving him my full attention.
"You must not leave the pathways for any reason other than to turn around. Now that you know what the transmitter feels like, it will be easy for you to tell when one of the groups needs water. The good news is that the further you are away from a transmitter the less you will feel it. With that said, you will quickly be able to tell where, or which, group of men need your services. Each group has a transmitter and I have the fifth one. I don't intend on using it unless there is an emergency and I need you for something, so just concentrate of the four groups.
You will quickly discover that the thing up your tunnel will begin to work itself even deeper and deeper inside the body. The more it stretches your tunnel, the more goes in. The more that goes in, allows for the next thickest part to stretch you even more. Rather ingenious I think; to bad I didn't invent it."
The butler chimed in, adding his two cents worth of wisdom by simply telling me that he would see to it that I had my noon meal. Master had me move forward about twenty feet, as he watched deciding whether or not any further adjustments needed to be made.
I could feel the rubber cock up my tunnel, pushing as if it wanted to get more of itself inside my body. My balls were really aching by now and the fucking bell didn't help matters much either.
"I'm not going to strap your head this morning, unless I discover you aren't keeping your head out straight when you are pulling the cart. If I see that you are dropping your head, I'll add straps to it, so that your head will look
straight at all times."
I heard Master telling the butler that he was more than pleased with his purchase of the slave cart and couldn't wait to see the end results.
"Now off you go slave, and remember to work hard. Make me proud of you this day." Master quickly said, as he slapped his open hand on my butt cheek; causing me to jerk forward.
I just knew that Master was watching me, as I made my way down the path. I knew that He wasn't expecting to see me stop unless a group needed water. The cart wasn't that hard to pull actually. The wheels and suspension of the cart were made so a slave could use his legs to pull it without having to add the use of the hands and rails. The way I saw it, the less water and ice in the cart, the easier my task would be. Now only to get the workers to drink the water up fast.
With each step, the rubber cock up my ass kept me fully aware of its presence. I'm sure, that Master could have adjusted the spring more; one way or the other. The cow bell was in constant motion, as were the two weights dangling beneath my balls. My snout ring was bouncing on the base of the plug in my mouth and the two smaller weights were quickly becoming a nuisance on my nipples.
Why, I asked myself, did I get this assignment? Why wasn't Jordan allowed to fulfill his dreams of becoming an animal like slave? I decided right then and
there that I wasn't going to dwell on it. All I wanted to do was to perform as good as possible and get through the day, which, was really a beautiful day to begin with; weather wise.
It didn't take long before my thing started to tingle. I knew from what Master had said that the distance between myself and the transmitter would more or less aid me in determining which way to go and who needed a drink. I turned to the right, once I'd gotten to that one fork in the path and caught sight of one of the workers holding his arm up in the air. Whew, my first stop, my first customer; I couldn't be more pleased.
As I came to a stop, the workers gathered at the rear of the cart and, using the water ladle which had been provided, began to quench their thirst. I quickly discovered that I was going to learn more about my Master, Master Doc, and the plantation than I ever thought possible. Not to mention, I was also going to learn that there are a lot of men in these parts who don't care if you are a man, a woman or even an animal when it comes to having sex.
After all of them had apparently ceased to be thirsty, they began to take liberties with my body. I'd guess that every inch of my skin was touched by the workers. Comments were flying around like buzzards over road kill Armadillo.
The one thing I learned first, by listening to them talk, was that they were all 'day laborers'. The only contact I had ever had with such types of men was when mom hired some to help construct a few new flower beds. I knew that they were generally lazy, heavy drinkers and most of all they were filthy as a baby's diaper. None of these men here were any different. After they'd made my bell ring for their amusement, flicked my nipple rings several times, that one of them took hold of my nose ring and pulled me forward several feet.
I was directly in front of a large pile of fallen trees. The man who'd pulled my nose ring climbed up on the wood and unzipped his denims; producing his hair covered, uncut, obscenely large cock. He then leaned forward and removed the plug from my mouth, allowing it to drop until the chain halted it. His next act of depravity was to tell me to swallow his 'man piss'. His words shocked me and his stench began to nauseate my stomach. There really wasn't much I could do to stop him, as he put his cock up to my lips. Thankfully, he didn't put that disgusting thing in my mouth but he made sure that ninety percent of his urine went down my throat. The entire group was hysterical with laughter as he tucked his dick back behind the zipper. "Anyone else need to piss?" he asked of his co-workers. The others declined the offer to use my mouth as a place to piss.
Just then my thing got a sudden and severe jolt of current. The fucker had triggered his transmitter just for fun, as my body reared backwards, impaling my tunnel even more onto the rubber cock. "Now get on the fuck outta here slave, before we'z all fuck your brains out, you dumb cocksucking whore piece of white trash."
They put the plug back into my mouth as I was backing up to turn around. Tears were flowing from my eyes not so much from the pain in my thing and balls, but from the words that the man used to describe me. I just wanted to run, but as you know, I couldn't do much more than a fast sort of duck walk.
This same scenario was played out over and over again, by each of the four separate groups. I'm positive that Master hadn't choreographed any of their debauchery. A few of the men must have been perverts or even worse. They took liberties with my mouth by inserting their tongues right after someone else had filled my mouth and stomach with piss. A couple of the men even licked around the rubber dick in my tunnel while another one was licking my bound balls. I think that the worst thing that happened to me, before lunch, was when one of the workers had apparently gone behind a bush to take a dump and returned, only to wipe a dirty finger underneath my nose. Could my day get any worse?
By lunchtime, I was ready to do just about anything Master would have required me to do, if only he'd release me from this cart. Every inch of my body ached, and every ounce of my soul and inner being had been tormented and debased.
I knew it was lunchtime, simply because the butler came out and led me back to the barn; where he placed some type of leather gear over my head and around my neck and hung a metal bowl of food from it. I had to eat just like a horse, wearing a feeding sack. If anything else like this happened to me today, I think I'd rather be a labor slave in some ore mine or on farm some place. All this training… for what? If what they said, including my pal Jordan, about
turning me into a sexual pleasure slave was true, then why all this other stuff. I just knew that if given the opportunity, I would invite Master to answer some of my questions and concerns.
After my lunch, the butler simply sent me back on my way, to tend to the needs of the workers. I just knew that the afternoon was going to be nothing more, nothing less, than a repeat of the morning. I wasn't wrong.
By the time that the truck came to collect the workers, I was dog tired. My legs felt like rubber and my body ached from head to toe. Even my tunnel was sore, feeling as if it was on fire. I couldn't tell how much of that rubber cock had worked its way inside of me, but by the feeling I was getting; a hell of a lot more of that thing was inside me compared to the anal plug that I was still sucking on.
Just as the butler had me at rest in the old barn, my thing got one final jolt of juice; which caused me to really buck hard. Over and over again my thing felt the stabbing pains of current, which by now meant that the transmitter wasn't that far away. If the workers had already gone, the only other possibility would be that Master was calling for me.
The butler watched as I backed the cart up and went around the barn, moving my head in search of an upright arm. I was turning the corner on the final side of the barn when in the distance I could see Masters' arm; slowly waving back and forth in an attempt to get my attention.
From where I was, to the house where Master was standing, there wasn't a path. I knew that I had orders to stay on the path, so the only thing I could do was to turn around, once more, and follow the long path back to the house. Two maybe three times more, my thing got zapped by electrical current, apparently from Master who I could only assume was getting impatient.
I realized that I wasn't perhaps moving to fast, so I did my best to pick up the pace. I then remembered that Master had told me earlier that he would only use his transmitter for emergencies; and here I was taking my sweet old time.
By the time I had gotten to Master, it was easy to see that He wasn't too happy. He didn't speak of or display his anger towards me; which only sent signals to my brain, telling me that a punishment lesson was due later on.
Either I had forgot about, or never realized, that I had pissed during the day. Master made a couple not so pleasant remarks that I smelled and looked even worse than I smelt. I couldn't roll my head down far enough to see what he was referring too, but now that He'd said it, my nose picked up the odor of stank piss.
Master wasted no time in calling for Jordan, who came running. "Take this disgusting slave up to the garage and get him cleaned up. Use the garden hose and the brush we use to scrub the cars, and you might consider using some of the car soap that's there also. I don't want to see this garbage until he's fit to be seen and he doesn't smell like crap."
Jordan never came in front of me, so I never saw him snap a leash onto my collar as he led me away. I again had failing hope that I'd be released from the cart first, but as usual my desires weren't coming to fruition.
In agonizing silence I remained tethered to the cart as the cold water blasted away at my head; working its way down my back and legs. I could feel the liquid soap being squeezed onto my back and head just moments before Jordan started scrubbing away.
I'm sure that Jordan must have picked up the wrong brush. It was tearing at my skin and causing me a great deal of discomfort. The soap had its own stinging effect on my skin. Jordan didn't waste one ounce of sympathy on me. I'm guessing that he was having a good time scrubbing my butt, just for the amount of time he was taking.
After rinsing off the backside of my body, was when I got my first look at Jordan. He didn't make eye contact with me, nor did speak. He used his hands, thankfully, to rub the soap into my face; but he left the butt plug in my mouth as if he was letting me know that he was in command.
My remainder of my body was cleaned with his hands as well. Apparently he didn't want to entangle the brush with the weights which were still affixed to my body piercings. He paused for half a minute to play with the bell, making it clank and clang like a kid with a new toy.
Jordan had no sooner finished washing me, when my bladder let go with a gush of piss. I could see the look of dismay on Jordans' face and I was beginning to feel as if I'd just done something wrong to my best friend. Thankfully Jordan wasn't like Master or anyone from the slave school; as he quickly took the hose and rinsed the bottom half of my body.
Jordan pulled me away from the water soaked earth, allowing me to rest on the
pavement; as the water evaporated from my body. I could catch a glimpse of him every once in awhile, as he put everything he used back in its proper place. I noticed that something was different about Jordan, but I wasn't able to put my finger on it. I tried to watch his every step, every movement, to see what it was about him that caught my attention but I was too exhausted to concentrate all that well. Perhaps once we'd been returned to the cottage, I could tell more.
Unceremoniously, I was led back down to the back of the house where Master and now Master Doc were standing. "Now that's more like it slave. You've done a good job all day and you will be handsomely rewarded for all your efforts." Master said, I thought referring to me.
"Master, thank you Master," Jordan cheerful burst out.
I stood tethered to the cart, near tears and exhaustion, as Jordan received accolades from my Master. As dumb as it may sound, I honestly expected something of a 'pat on the back' for all of the work that I'd done as well.
"Tomorrow will be even better than today. Both of you slaves will have additional work to perform and it will be interesting to see if you're slaves enough to keep up with the work load," Master Doc interjected.
Master turned, and began speaking with someone, who, by the question and answers; I was able to tell that he was speaking with the camera man. The entire day, the whole fucking day, I hadn't even considered that the fucker was out and about, filming activities. Jesus Christ, now he's got me on film drinking white men's piss, not to mention all of them pawing all over me every chance they got.
Right now all I wanted was to get released from the cart, take a hot shower and get cleaned out. I needed to get the rubber cock out of my ass, and the weights removed from my rings. I'm not an animal, no matter what Master thinks, and I need to be treated with a little respect and afforded some dignity. I'm getting so tired that I could almost fall asleep standing here like this. My eyes are blinking shut, my tunnel is twitching against the rubber up my ass, the pain is beginning to dull my senses and I'm really unable to process, clearly, anything that I'm hearing. There is just no excuse for a human being to be treated like this, even if he's a slave. Animals at the Humane Society get better treatment than this. Did I mention that I am about ready to fall asleep, tethered to this cart?
A quick slap on my rump, jerked me to attention. I was being led to the cottage, still attached to the cart. I focused my eyes and could see that it was the butler who's leading me back.
Once we'd arrived at the cottage, my future was looking a lot brighter, or so I thought. The butler dropped the leash and proceeded to enter the cottage alone. I could hear a few sounds; something akin to dragging furniture across the floor. Shortly thereafter, both Masters and Jordan walked passed me and went inside. I didn't see a leash on Jordan, or did I. Why does it seem that just when I need Jordan, he appears to be separating himself from me? I knew that I'd just have to ask him some 'rapid fire' questions later on; just so that I could reassure myself that he and I were still playing on the same team.
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