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SAIL AWAY CHAPTER FORTY ONE
The cottage was empty. Jordan wasn't there; nobody was there except Master and me. In His quiet tone, Master commanded me to shower and clean. I moved deftly into the shower area and started my duties.
I knew that Master was observing my every movement, as he stood leaning against the wall. I couldn't help but to notice, that when we entered the cottage that the wooden cross was still in the same place for two nights ago. I wonder if Jordan had been made to suffer the same pain I had; having my thing and balls worked over by that brainless vacuum pump.
Today's shower routine was a little different than my others. Since I'd been coated with all that sawdust and wood shavings, I allowed the shower spray to
run; cascading over my body while at the same time I was cleaning out my tunnel. It seemed to even make me feel a little more relaxed, perhaps to much. By the time I'd finished, I could really tell how sore my muscles were and just how tired I really was. But, when I think about it; a good hard day of work was good for me. I was finally beginning to feel like I was at least contributing to something, even if it wasn't for just myself or my benefit.
Once out of the shower, Master commanded me to mount the wooden cross and it seemed only proper and just that I do it without any mental reservations. I lay there, expecting Master to bind the body to the cross; but this night was to be quite different.
Master came forward, between my outstretched legs. His voice commanding my attention, as he began speaking, "Slave, again you have pleased me with your performance today. Any master would be proud to have such a slave. Had I not been busy today, we would have spent more 'quality' time together; but such occurrences happen more frequently than not. But, we have time now; so I don't want to waste any of it by just standing here looking at your beautiful body."
That said, Master careful removed my butt plug, and tossed it aside. It seemed as if things had changed, and indeed were going to be changing a lot from here on out. I had expected to have the plug unceremoniously placed between my
teeth.
Next came the first time that I'd had my ankle cuffs connected to chains; and
the chains pulled so that the ankles were well past my head; exposing the parts of me that Master found great pleasure with. It took me a moment, but finally I was able to assure myself that I wouldn't fall off the horizontal cross.
I could hear the click and metallic sound of Master unlocking one of the cabinets; after which he returned to my butt. He leaned forward, allowing me to see the expression of happiness in His voice as he said, "now slave, we shall have 'our' moment together. The one moment in time where you will feel pain and suffering as it turns into sheer delight and exuberant joy. Master quickly inserted two of his fingers into my tunnel entrance and began massaging the surrounding muscles. It was easy to ascertain that Master had put copious amounts of grease on his hand, as the fingers seemed to slide around without causing any discomfort. I felt excited, as He moved the two fingers forward and backward several times; before inserting a third.
I was beginning to feel like I'd won an award or something. Nothing in my life could have come close to the way I was feeling now. Master kept up his manipulations, sometimes quickly, and other times in a slow almost caring way. I knew that my thing must be pointing towards my head by now, as the desire, not need, to spew my cum was overwhelming.
Masters' forth finger entered my body, and it felt good; real good. The twisting motion of Masters' wrist only amplified my need for sexual gratification. As Master began to slow His movement down He carefully chose His words and spoke to me in a way in which I didn't consider Him to be my Master. "Slave, now the time comes for your life altering experience. You may want to scream and shout, but at the moment I'm not thinking that you'll have the desire. You may drift into another space and place in time. You might even have visions of things which bring you great pleasure. Whatever the case may be, I know that you will bring me great pleasure and satisfaction."
Little, to none, did I notice that Master had resumed His actions within my tunnel. I had been so captivated by His sentences that I hadn't given any thought to 'me'. I began to feel my entrance straining to accept Masters' hand. I knew that it might hurt; I was finally beginning to understand the purposeful need for the butt plug all these past days.
As His hand maintained a steady pressure against my body, Master continued to
twist His wrists; all the while His fingers were busy inside of me, searching for and finding that one spot which seemed to always bring me such delight. My breathing became more rapid and deeper as the 'hard spot' was being assaulted. I closed my eyes, trying to visualize what it may have looked like from Masters' perspective.
I could see the puffy skin entrance to my tunnel, quivering with excitement; anticipating the final and deliberate move. I could even see some of the grease liquefying as the 'heat of the moment' turned the mass of white into a river of slow moving gel.
I was expecting at any moment now, that I'd be yelling and begging for mercy.
The pressure was enormous, yet somehow I didn't find it painful. My eyes began to roll around in my head, spit was foaming from my lips and sweat was forming in my pits; and all I could think about was laying beneath Master bringing him pleasure.
As Masters' hand finally entered my tunnel, my muscles seemed as if they were
grabbing His hand and trying to suck even more of Him into me. I was still in the midst of wild passion, when Masters' forward advance stopped once His wrist made contact with my body. Master slowly continued with moving His hand around in semi-circles, each time making direct contact with my 'hard spot'.
I knew, later, that I had even attempted to move my own body in such a way as to get more of Master in me. I never learned until much later that this 'fisting' is as much, if not more, of a pleasure for a slave as it is a Master.
I don't know how long we continued this learning experience, but it seemed to
last for hours. Every bit of my life, over the past month flashed through my
brain. I felt every raw emotion of hate, resentment, sadness, loneliness, humiliation and jubilation. Visions of Master, Daniel, Mom and Dan, Jordan and Alan constantly intermingled with each emotion as it raced through my brain. I didn't return to reality until I could feel Master withdrawing his hand.
Without Masters' hand inside of me, I felt sadness and most of all I felt dejected. Master, wise as He is, leaned over by torso and placed his lips gingerly to mine. Master had never kissed me before. I opened my eyes, only to find two beautiful eyes looking into my soul. We kissed for a few minutes and I felt loved and needed for once in my life. If I'm to be a slave for who knows how long, I want it to be right here; with MY Master.
It felt good and yet it seemed odd, that someone like Master never spoke the word love. I suppose that perhaps I didn't want Master to tell me that he loved me. After all; I've not known to many slaves in my life, let alone any of them who's Master loved them. Jordan is the only male that has ever said he loved me; and Alan is the only male who has ever said he'd love to be with me, probably just to use me for his sexual needs.
I couldn't get this 'love' thing out of my mind. Here I am with my uncle, who
owns my body and we are doing man-to- man things. I knew now, that my uncle had desired my body for many years and now he had me. It is my uncle/Master who had Daniel and Jordan remove my hair, pierce my body and subject me to great humiliation. Yet, I don't proclaim to know everything about being a sex slave and I hope that there isn't to much more to learn. Although, if it pleases my Master, then I shall continue to learn, obey, respect and work hard.
Master finally lifted himself up, and began to stroke my inner thighs, as His
cock began to take the journey into my glowing cavernous tunnel. Masters' strokes were slow and deliberate, as my anal muscles seemed to grab and control
His flesh. It was truly another life changing moment for me. Not only was I getting used as a sexual object, I, myself, was starting to crave the attention and the emotional excitement that accompanied it.
This one time, Master remained silent; yet His eyes fixed to my face as He released a steady stream of his seed. I thought that I could even feel it splash against the walls of my bowels, which heightened the moment that much more.
When satisfied, Master withdrew His deflated member and ordered me off the cross and back into the shower area. Master presented his slime coated cock to my lips and I greedily began to lick and suck it clean. The mixtures of taste and smell sent a shockwave of eroticism through every fiber of my body. Master was kind enough to remove any traces of the slime, by unleashing a torrent of piss into my mouth. Even this, once perverted act, didn't seem to affect me now. I knew that my Masters' desires and needs came before all else.
When finished, Master surprised me by allowing me to choose between two things. He asked to me to choose between receiving another fuck or to be subjected to another session with the vacuum system. I was able to watch my Masters' face as he proposed the two options. He had a bigger smile on his face when he mentioned the vacuum training; so I didn't want to disappoint Him, thus choosing the last option.
I was pleased that Master decided not to bind my body, as I truly wanted to see if I could withstand the torment and subsequent pain without Him thinking I was still a wimp.
Master slowly brought the suction to a point where my balls got sucked inside
the cylinder without Him having to work them in, like the time before. The immediate shock of having one's balls being pulled away from their natural state is not the most pleasant feeling in the world; but it isn't the 'end' of the world.
Amazed, that I wasn't anywhere near the discomfort as before, Master turned a
knob on the hose and the pain began to increase ever so slowly. Thankfully, I was able to grasp the edges of the cross and hold on for dear life. I raised my head, fractionally, to see the apparatus at work. I really was an awesome sight and I was even proud of myself for being able to cope with the machine and more over being able to act properly in the presence of my Master.
Master was busy, messing around with some of the items in the cabinets when the front door sprung open. Coming in the door was the teenager (Mark) followed by Jordan, on his hands and knees. As Mark went over to my Master, Jordan kept crawling towards me. I couldn't see all of him, not much really; but I could easily see his back and it was covered in red marks from the back of his neck down to his hips.
Jordan, once alongside the cross, rose to kneel; and it was then that I could
see the same red marks on his chest and upper legs. His face gave every indication that he'd been subjected to enormous amounts of pain. I watched as he placed his hands behind his head, something that I hadn't seen him ever do before. It was then that I noticed four or five steel clothespins attached to the slaves' sensitive skin in his armpits. I could only imagine that the pain was excruciating.
Jordan tried his best to smile, but with his body wracked in pain and discomfort it was a near impossible task. Mark finally made his way over to me; standing between my outstretched legs. Being the 'prick' he was, he began to manipulate the clear cylinder backwards and forwards, side to side. Each of his motions caused a severe strain on my reproductive system. He stood there, causing the pain for quite some time, before he released his grip on the cylinder; only to lower both hands to his belt buckle.
If it had been anyone but him, I'd not objected; but since he's such a punk and spoiled rotten I had my inner doubts about feeling the inevitable. "Well slave, I haven't seen you for awhile, as I've been busy learning from Master Doc; but now I get to fuck your sorry fag ass. I can't wait to see if it is as tight and good as the ass I've been fucking for the last day and a half. If you don't please me, I'm going to whip you just as I've done so to this other poor fucking excuse for a slave."
Mark moved in and mercilessly rammed his teen cock into my tunnel. Thankfully it wasn't anywhere near the size of Masters' cock; but perhaps this kid knew that so he was attempting to make up the difference by ramming me like a female bitch in heat. It was more of a discomfort, and there wasn't any emotional connection between this fuck and Masters' tender and passionate coupling. I'm guessing that this kid just wants to display his worldly freedom over me. What really hurt was when he began taking slaps at the cylinder; while he continued to fuck my tunnel. I never once let on, to him, that I was in pain; let alone give any indication that I wasn't enjoying his attention. For all he knew, I was accepting his treatment of me and I wasn't displaying any verbal or physical signs of abuse. I guess you might say, 'I won this battle' but I'm sure the war isn't over yet.
With a mighty, conquering, yell the teenager unloaded a less than spectacular
amount of sperm in my tunnel. After he withdrew, his still engorged dick, it was presented to Jordan; who submissively licked it sparkling clean. Jordan was then led into the shower area where he was given a steamy shower consisting of the teenagers piss.
After Jordan had properly cleansed his body, he was made to perform the 'rim'
service on the teenager; which apparently Jordan was well trained to do. The
vulgar language which ensued from the boys' mouth was unbelievable. I was beginning to think that my Master was observing and listening to everything this boy was doing and saying; predetermining if perhaps he would be suited as a
slaves master. I could only hope for Jordans' sake that this boy, Mark, wasn't going to be getting any slave from my dad or my Master. That, my friends, would put an uneasy, yet wonderful, end to this young adults fantasy of having his own personal servant slave.
After Jordans' torment, Master Doc arrived and beckoned the young adult to follow him back up to the house. This left my Master alone with me and Jordan. It seemed refreshing to just be here, with Jordan; who after all was/is the one person I felt comfortable being with and talking to.
It wasn't but a few more minutes and the vacuum apparatus was removed from my
thing and balls. The flood of relief was a welcome feeling as my thing began to wither and return to a more normal condition.
Jordan crawled over to me and on his knees he began to administer a welcomed tongue bath of my tunnel. I'm still not sure just why he did it but I wasn't going to complain, was I. The feeling of his tongue in my gapping tunnel felt
almost as erotic as Masters' fingers and hand. Jordan even attempted to suck out everything which Master and Mark had deposited. A truly exorbitant amount of pleasure was afforded me, this time. Jordan pulled away and knelt with his hands behind his back, as Master took command of my naked and obedient body. I was soon covered in metal clothespins, similar to the ones still dangling beneath Jordans' armpits. Only once, had I been 'pinned' but now they were the heavy kind and it took a long time for me to get my thought process in line with the training session. Master even had them running down the undersides of my legs, on both ears, two on my lower lip; not to mention the big V pattern on my chest and stomach. The only thing that concerned me, somewhat, was just knowing how much pain I would endure when Master removed them.
After several minutes of fidgeting around, I could see Master approaching my head again. I didn't want to think, as I knew it to be wrong; but what else could He be going to do to me. He stood over me like a tower of manliness, complete with muscle, beauty and oozing with authority. Leaning forward he once again kissed me and I couldn't do anything but to return his affection. For what ever reason Master felt the need to kiss me, I wasn't about to complain. His actions seemed to be driven by his inner desire and strength of conviction to nurture me to becoming what he must have known all along.
Shortly thereafter, Master left the cottage but not before he gave Jordan a kiss too. It was rather heart warming to see that Master could have a 'softer' side. As I lay there, I had completely forgotten about all of the steel pins clipped to my skin; but knew full well that Jordan was going to have to be the one to remove them all.
I won't go into the details of the immense pain, as I'm sure most of you have
experienced such, long before I'd even been put through such a session. I was extremely pleased that Jordan made it as painless as he possibly could. Once the ordeal was complete, I remained flat on the cross for several minutes, allowing my sensory nerves to regain some form of normalcy. Then it was off to bed for the two of us, as the lights dimmed or extinguished themselves as if on cue.
Before either of us had a chance to speak, we were both entangled in each others arms; with Jordan being most cautious of my tender skin. I experienced the best sex of my young life. I donâ^À^Ùt' give Jordan total credit for it, but for most of it; that's for sure. I feel that I've now come complete circle as far as my sexual orientation and am willing to accept it as to be what it is. I'm praying that I don't or won't have any further doubts in my mind as to who and what I am.
I found myself exposing my tunnel, yearning for him to fuck me. He didn't hesitate and what surprise me the most was the simple fact that fucking me with a Prince Albert looped through his thing amplified the experience a hundred fold.
I was eager to clean his shaft and to even give Jordan the same affection to his tunnel as he'd given to mine. I was surprised that he still had his tunnel plugged but I cautiously removed it and made a mental note of the condition of his entrance. It was swollen beyond belief. I could only imagine what his Master and/or Mark had done to him. I spent a great deal of time, lapping at his body; much longer I suppose than I probably should have, but I felt Jordan needed some 'tender loving care'. All the while, Jordan had a hold of my head, grasping it gently as I licked and sucked on his tunnel. It was a feeling of kinship that I'll always remember. I was beyond wanting to spurt cum myself; all I wanted to do was to please my pal Jordan and I wasn't going to stop until he was happy.
By the time the lights came on the next morning Jordan and I were already in the shower area, doing our daily routines. We talked a lot about the last two days and I was eager to tell him all about the barn and how nice the workers treated me. Jordan told me in words and ways, which I could understand, just how difficult his time had been. I felt a small amount of guilt, since I'd earlier cast off any thoughts of him while I was working in the barn. Now I know better; I'll always think of Jordan while we are apart and if ever there comes a time, a chance, that I can some how alleviate his painful lessons, I will.
The rest of the time inside the cottage was nothing but normal; but as soon as the butler arrived things took on a whole different perspective. He quickly and quietly checked both of us over, doing a little bit of extra cleaning and scraping away some small particles of 'crud' from our piercings, which he later explained was a 'normal' occurrence, furthermore telling us that all of
the steel and skin looked to be in excellent condition.
The housekeeper had arrived only minutes behind the butler and I think that the two of us were taken by surprise when she began speaking. I knew from the one time before, that she sometimes just couldn't keep certain bits and pieces of news to herself.
I also got another surprise, when I discovered that my meal wasn't the slave chow. I was given the same breakfast as Jordan; and it was scrumptious, to say the very least.
Both of them then began to tend to Jordans' red marks, by gently applying some kind of ointment to all of them. As before, the housekeeper started conversing again; this time with the butler and it was all about our dear buddy Mark.
Seems that she over heard the boy yelling and screaming, over the telephone, with his father. I guess the kid was getting a good tongue lashing for the way he treated Jordan. But what I couldn't figure out is why hadn't Master Doc had not put a stop to it; that is until I heard that Master Doc wasn't present when these atrocities took place. When the two Masters compared their thoughts on the prospect of selling the boys father a slave for his sons use, is when the proverbial 'shit hit the fan'. It seems as if the boy isn't going to be getting a slave for his own use; instead, the boy will be sent away to school, a most private and prestigious school known as the Morris School for Slave Modifications.
When Jordan and I heard that bit of news, both of us quickly looked at each other with a gleam in our eyes and a smile on our faces. Who said that 'vengeance' wasn't good!
Any how, I'm sure that the housekeeper enjoyed her stay in the cottage; being able to grope Jordan freely, as she applied the ointment, not to mention the occasional, yet gentle, stoking of my thing and balls. She could have been twenty years younger, more beautiful than a goddess, but I still don't think I would have enjoyed it. The butler made sure that our plugs were in place, our steel collars and cuffs were dry before he explained our daily assignments. We BOTH were to help out in the barn this day. Now that's what I call a miracle! Not to mention that we could both walk up to the barn instead of crawl; which in reality was going to save time, which would prove to be more productive.
As we neared the bottom of the hill, both of us could see the water cart being pulled by a slave. Each of us wondered in silence who it was, that was pulling the cart. As we needed to pass the cart on the path, it became obvious just who it was.
At noon time we learned that Mark would be staying on the plantation until the weekend; when travel arrangements permitted a timely and safe transfer to the "SHIP OF REALITY". I could only hope that Daniel would take extra special
care of the teenager.
I'm sure that Master and Master Doc had crossed all their t's and dotted all the I's before speaking to Marks' dad. It wouldn't surprise me if my own father might have something all lined up for the boys arrival; perhaps a few extra weeks in one of the doctors 'special' rooms perhaps.
When allowed, Jordan and I worked side by side; out performing most of the other workers. I knew that Jordan would have a much better perspective as to what all the things were that were now being added to the structure. Perhaps tonight I'd get him to explain them to me.
Once the workers had left, Jordan and I took it upon ourselves to clean the barn up. I found a standard broom and Jordan found a push broom and we both raced to see who'd clean the most area before someone came to get us. We not only finished sweeping, but we also had enough time to organize the lumber and stow away some of the hand tools which had been lying around. I don't suppose one could expect miracles from the workers, when it comes to cleaning up after themselves.
Master came for both of us, and to our delight we didnâ^À^Ùt' have to walk home. Jordan and I were rewarded with a ride atop the water cart, as far as the back gate to the pool area. As exhausted as were both were, the ride seemed to be a blessing in disguise.
I couldn't wait to get back inside the cottage. Both of us turned around, to see Mark being led away from the water cart with a heavy rope around his neck. I could only imagine what he's going to look like once he is properly attired. I was even surprised that our Masters had allowed him to wear his shirt and shorts for the day, but it is not up to me; just how the new 'boy' is to begin his life long journey but I hope it isn't a pleasant one for now.
Once in the shower, Jordan and I couldn't wait to start talking with Jordan really opening up about everything that the teenager had forced him to do. It was so traumatic for Jordan to even get half way through his dialog, when he started to cry. I was so moved by his emotions and behavior that I took immediately to holding him firmly and carefully in my arms; knowing full well that I didn't have permission to hold him so, but I would suffer the consequences, as long as Jordan was safe from harms way.
We had a wonderful dinner meal and we both seemed content with having done a good day of work. Small talk about literally nothing seemed to fill the time leading up to bedtime. I suppose what I learned all day was enough for me to digest tonight that I didn't bother to pose my questions to Jordan. Tomorrow would be another opportunity.
A second night of passion, a second night of me being who I am was only interrupted by the lights coming on and both of our Masters entering followed by a resisting, and defiant Mark.
I wasn't ready for what happened next.
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