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Sail Away Chapter Forty Three
Jordan nudged me awake, long before the lights had come on. By the ring dangling from my thing, he led me into the shower area and eased me down onto my knees. I was fighting to get the sleep from my body, as Jordan placed his cock against my lips. I couldn't help but to notice that it was a raging erection; but I soon learned that Jordan only needed to piss. The torrent of piss began flowing and I swallowed faster than I ever had before. At least during this urinal 'training', Jordan was kind enough to hold the sides of my head and gently stroke my skin with several of his fingers. I found it to be rather a romantic moment, even though a month ago I would have considered such an act as depraved.
Once he had drained himself he eased back and his cock slipped from the confines of my mouth. As I moved my head to look into his face, he lowered himself so that the two of us could, once again, kiss one another. I was beginning to have flashbacks of the previous night, and just how much I desire the affection which Jordan was bestowing upon me.
The next thing I knew, Jordan was helping me to my feet and even seemed to be
placing my feet in a wide stance; after which he got down on the tiled flooring and came to rest between my spread out legs. Looking down all I could see was his head and chest. "Just close your eyes and relax. Let your piss go and then open your eyes. Move your hips back and forth and shower me with your hot juice. Just remember that you can't use your hands to make contact with your thing. I want to feel you on me and in me, and I can't wait to see your piss flowing from your piss slit and the hole in the bottom of your thing."
Jordan's words seemed odd at first, but then I realized that he was trying to
bond further with me; or so I thought. As my piss began to flow, I moved my hips; and while some of it was finding its way into his mouth; the piss coming out beneath the thing never made it that far. Most of that was spent on his
throat and chest; but none the less it really did make me feel just a tad bit more aware of my own needs.
After another bout of sensual contact, Jordan and I quickly cleaned out and then gave ourselves a warm soapy shower. I wanted so much to bath him, but without having permission I had to abstain from my own 'wants'.
This morning had started out a lot different, and I just fucking knew that the rest of the day was going to be different as well. We had accomplished so much already, even before the lights came on; so when the lights DID come on, I decided to show Jordan the letter I'd gotten from mom. He read it with due
diligence, but I feel sure that when he got to the last line, the part about
Alan, he wasn't to pleased to know that Alan still 'cared' about me. Folding the letter and handing it back to me he simply said, "Nice letter you got from your mother."
I could detect a small amount of resentment on Jordan's part, as the look in his eyes seemed to indicate such. I wanted to comfort him and to reassure him that I had no deep feelings for Alan but the door sprung open and both our Masters walked in carrying our morning meal.
We dropped to the proper position, and began eating immediately. It seemed odd that our Masters brought the meal in; which in the past had been delegated to the butler or housekeeper.
As I ate, I could tell that the Masters were not happy about something; as they paced back and forth all around the two of us. Yep, I knew it; today was going to be different for sure.
Just as we were finishing the butler came in, bringing with him an armload of
empty boxes. The boxes were set down by the cabinets, and he left; only to return time and time again with more boxes. Both Masters began emptying out the cabinets and placing everything into the boxes.
Jordan and I were instructed to begin moving the boxes up to the barn. After each of us had been loaded down with two boxes we were sent on our way; harshly warned not to slack off along the way, as we had to move ALL the boxes.
I broke a cardinal rule, once we'd gotten out of range of anyone hearing us. I asked Jordan what we had done wrong, as to upset our Masters. Jordan proceeded to ramble off what was an endless list of things which he knew we had done wrong; with probably the biggest offense was him (Jordan) fucking me last night. I began to feel disappointed in myself; as I'd hoped to not offend my Master by doing something stupid and regrettable. I had to prepare myself for any and all consequences which Master would impose.
I could tell that the lights in the barn had been left on all night, and I wondered, silently, if Mark would be there. When we arrived I didn't see Mark at first, as we both set the boxes down and quickly returned for another load. It looked as if yesterday afternoon was spent doing last minute things in the barn, even to include the placement of straw in three of the stalls on the far side. There were four handsome cabinets in the one area where they had installed the hoists and pulley systems.
On the second trip, I saw the water cart sitting off to the side of the barn;
but it looked a lot different. Instead of having the large water box on top, it looked to me as if it had been replaced by an old fashion buggy seat. It did, in a certain way, look rather cute; as I'd seem pictures of them in some of my old school books.
By the time we got back to the cottage, the Masters had finished packing up the boxes; and it looked as if we'd have to make at least three more trips in order to finish the task.
On one of the trips, I noticed that the beds had been pulled apart and put back into their original positions. That should have triggered something in my brain, alerting me that Master was pissed off; but fearing a severe punishment I just kept my thought process on the task at hand.
The last time in the cottage, with only three boxes remaining; the housekeeper was busy cleaning the entire place down with that pine smelling stuff. She didn't even look our way, let alone say something to us.
I took the two heaviest boxes and headed up to the barn; knowing that something hellish was about to take place. Jordan took the smallest and lightest box and followed behind me. That alone seemed odd; as before, he walked along side of me.
We were nearing the barn, when a large delivery van pulled up and several men
jumped out. By the time we'd gotten to the barn, the truck was backed up to the far side doors and the men were just standing around, chatting with our Masters.
No sooner had we set the boxes down that Master Doc yelled at us to unload the truck. The three men began laughing at us, and to make things worse were whistling at me calling me their 'sweet pussy boy' and 'slut cum dump'.
Jordan and I began unloading the truck, along with the other guys; which seemed to have nothing but large pieces of 'furniture' on it; some of which looked like stuff one might find in a doctors office. Master showed us exactly where to put each piece and it didn't take to long before we had the truck empty; both of us now coated in a fine sheen of perspiration.
The more I glanced around, the more concerned I was having about everything I
was looking at. So much, so many things reminded me of my father's school. Flashbacks were beginning to flood my thought process, thinking only of how many days I'd been subjected to so much harsh treatment.
I was the first of us, to understand just how upset our Masters were. I was placed in the section of the barn that had the hoist and wench. With my arms stretched out parallel to my body, a heavy timber was lowered down and my wrist cuffs were secured to it. My legs were spread and my ankle cuffs were attached to recessed eyebolts. It felt as if the piece of lumber resting on my shoulders weighed a hundred pounds. Slowly and methodically the wench began to lift my body up towards the ceiling. Thankfully Master halted the wench, just as the balls of my feet were lifting off of the floor. Every muscle in my body began to feel the pain. My skin even felt as if it was about to tear at any
moment.
Next to me, Jordan was attached to a piece of lumber, but in the opposite manner that I'd been attached. I could barely see what they were doing, once the whir of the electric motor started but I knew that Jordan was in more pain than I was. I'd not have even considered hanging someone upside down.
After several silent, somber minutes, both of our Masters began to spout off the list of our infractions. I'd never even thought that there were so many rules that I'd broken. From simple things like taking to long in the shower, to not being in the proper position when a master comes into a room. I'd forgotten some of the positions that they taught me in school; but apparently I chose to forgo maintaining proper protocol.
Jordan's list of violations was quite similar to mine, but also included such
things as talking without permission, improper movement, and worst of all he had fucked me without permission. He did however have permission to 'pleasure the slave', but he took it upon himself to 'assert authority over another slave'.
I was to receive two strikes with a leather strap for each infraction; whereas Jordan was to receive three strokes of the cane for each of his improprieties. Sadly, his list was longer than mine.
I learned quite fast, as a matter of fact, how to properly 'count' for Master; as the pain rained down on both sides of my naked flesh. To this day, I can't find the words, proper or otherwise, to describe the pain and the emotions which accompanied it.
Listening to Jordan scream and beg for forgiveness made my blistered body seem insignificant. The unmistakable sound of a cane arching its way through the air would, and does, send chills down the spine; of even the most hardened person.
As Jordan hung there, still weeping and gasping for breaths of air, I was removed from the chains and allowed to shake of the numbness for a brief moment or two. Master grabbed me by the ring on the back of my collar and in less than polite ways, hauled me over to the stainless steel exam table; that we'd just set up less than an hour ago. The cold hardness of the table felt good as my blistered and welted butt and back slowly made contact.
As Master Doc approached, my mind easily dismissed any and all sounds and thoughts of Jordan; as the expression on Master Doc's face hadn't seemed to lessen any. I began rummaging around in the cabinets and then he went through several of the yet unpacked boxes. I almost felt his actions, or lack there of, was deliberate; in an attempt to make me feel vulnerable.
The sound of a vehicle caught my attention, and the next thing I hear are some familiar voices. Apparently some of the workers had returned to finish up some of the small things that still needed to be done. I used my elbows to push myself up from the exam table to notice the three men from the previous two
days. I think that they may have been quite surprised to see me laying on the table, not to mention Jordan; as he was now being lowered from his upside down position.
"Hey, Doc," the tallest of the three spoke out, "we won't be working all day long today. We've got a small list of things that still need attention so we kinda figured we'd get them out of the way so's we could start on another job
come Monday. Sure hope you don't mind."
"No not at all," Master Doc replied. "I am assuming that everyone had a good time last night. I guess you've left him nice and comfy in one of the stalls;
which by the way look absolutely marvelous. I've not gone to check on him yet, as we've had a sort of set back this morning. I sure wish that we could have one weekend, just one fucking weekend where everything goes good. But no! There is always something that keeps the two of us from having our time alone."
"I sure do understand that one Doc. Being married and all, sure cuts into my own time doing what seems to come natural; so I'm guessing that we just might have more in common than you might think. If you need any help or something, while I'm here just let any of us know; we'd be more than happy to help ya out."
That said, the workers went off to tinker with some small things they had yet to do. Minutes later I heard a scuffling sound coming from across the building, followed by a few yelps and 'ouches'.
Master Doc, came over to me and placed a rather course feeling cloth under my
nose and over my mouth. "This is to keep you from getting blistered," He said. Your Master has decided on a few decorative changes, so you'll just have to accept the minor discomfort as you certainly do not deserve any pain medicine; not after all of your fucking mistakes. I thought your father had taught you better than to disobey, but I see that you haven't learned a fucking thing. As much as I love your uncle, if it were up to me I'd fucking cut your nuts off and feed them to you right up your asshole.You'd better start having a hell of a lot more respect for your Master if you have any intentions of keeping your nuts and dick."
Master Doc proceeded to remove my snout ring; replacing it with one that wasn't so big around, yet the same thickness. The flicker of a bright flame caught my attention moments before Master Doc used it to permanently join the two ends of the snout ring together. "There, that one is done. If you were mine, I'd have left the large one in and even added about a dozen more fucking rings."
Several minutes passed before the cloth was removed. From beneath the table, Master Doc unlatched two things which swung out. My calves were placed into them, and memories of the school entered my head. The lower part of the table was released and now my thing and pleasure balls seemed to be hanging in mid-air. My eyes darted back and forth, searching for Master but I never once saw him the entire time I was on the table; only the sinister eyes of Master Doc occasionally made contact with mine.
Master Doc was between my legs, manipulating my balls; and in no time my two bound balls were set free. Then He released the heavy cinch ring, which really made me feel strange. Master Doc ran his hands over every inch of my region, apparently finding everything to be in proper condition. Without even looking, I could feel that my sac had stretched quite abit; as my thing didn't even come close to the bottom of my balls. I was thrown into a panic when Master Doc began to remove the rings in my scrotal sac; only to replace them with thicker and heavier ones. I began to tremble when He removed my Prince Albert; thinking perhaps that it too was going to change in appearance.
It is beggaring description, on just how much different you feel without your
Prince Albert ring. Without the weight pulling on the piss hole you really do feel naked and improperly adorned. I really wanted my ring back, for some strange reason.
Moments later, the cool and slippery feel of lube touched my tunnel entrance followed by two fingers. As Master Doc worked his two fingers into my body, I
closed my eyes and began to relax. At least now, I now how good such a feeling can be; if it is done properly and without malice. "At least your slave sperm comes from good stock. I hope it will continue to give us a good supply so that we can start our own program of slave propagation."
Holy cock snot! These Masters are going to use me to supply sperm for females. I'm guessing that they have seen a way to 'profit' from slaves in more than one way. The advantage, for me, was that my thing was getting stiffer by the minute. Master Doc had located my hard spot and was massaging it, while His free hand was massaging my balls. It was the first time that I'd been drained without the cinch ring, Prince Albert and bound balls and it felt awesome. I could even feel my thing bouncing up and down on my abdomen, as if it had a mind of its own.
"Here is the cooler filled with ice Sir, just as Sir has requested." The butler said and soon had the cooler sitting on my chest.
"Excellent! I think that the ice should keep it cold enough until it is picked up." Master Doc said. "Once we get the production and shipping in order, we'll be going to dry ice; but since this load is a 'special delivery' the ice will keep it properly maintained and viable."
What is He talking about, 'production and delivery'? The least He could do would be to let me fuck the girl who they want to get pregnant! Well, no; not really, I'm not so sure I'd like that anymore. Well, maybe once or twice wouldn't be so bad; but that would mean they'd have to take my ring out each time.
"Since you're here, why don't you go ahead and get this slave fixed to the table." Master Doc said to the butler.
"Yes Sir, that would be most pleasurable Sir," the butler replied. "And Sir, if I may say so, the slaves new nose ring looks most adorable Sir. It should prove to be more enjoyable for a real mans cock sliding back and forth past the slaves lips."
Now I was really beginning to think that there was more to just getting sperm
out of me. Why is there a need to bind my body to the table? I was still feeling the throbbing in my balls from the bigger rings, as Master Doc continued to stroke my hard spot. For some reason, even though my thing was stiff; I wasn't feeling the pleasure that'd I'd felt from the previous times. I'm guessing that since this is a 'clinical milking' that I'm not supposed to feel the same way. I even tried to go into my 'private space', but that didn't have any effect. I could feel the liquid begin to boil up through my body, knowing well that the orgasm was well on its way. What I didn't feel was the test tube being placed over my pisshole just moments before a torrent of sperm came exploding out. When I opened my eyes, I saw Master Doc holding it up to the light and commenting on the amount He'd been able to capture in the glass tube. He quickly placed it inside the small cooler; in essence putting my little soldiers on ice.
The butler had just about completed his task of binding me to the table; with
the last strap of leather going across my forehead, which left me completely
immobile not to mention terminally exposed to anyone and everyone.
Everything seemed to be on hold for quite a few minutes, as Master Doc and even the butler were nowhere to be seen or heard. I lay quietly and didn't seem to care about anything. My mind was actually blank, for once. There wasn't even a disturbing sound to which I could relate to either Jordan or Mark. Even the workers seemed to be working in silence. I just closed my eyes and tried to revisit last night; at least that should bring some relief to the moment, or so I thought.
I found some solace in last nights images, but then I began to think about what last night has cost Jordan and me. It didn't seem worth it, now.
Startled out of my daydream, my Master had begun to rub my chest, as He now stood between my outstretched legs. Like Master Doc, He began to massage my balls which seemed to make my urges come alive. I waited, and waited, and waited; hoping that Master would speak to me.
Master relinquished his hold of my balls and quickly took a firm grip on my thing; re-installing the same Prince Albert. Just by Master doing that one simple thing, told me, his slave; that he cares for me. He let the ring flop down onto my abdomen as He began messing around with my balls again.
"You are going to have a new look slave", Master said in His authoritive voice; which assured me that I was now safe from harm. "I am going to change the location of these slave balls, which will make it easier for the slave to move about and it will also make it easier for your Master to pleasure Himself as He torments them."
Just by the feel, I could tell that Master had put my cinch ring back on, which still left my balls to hang free. If Master was going to leave my balls alone, that in itself would be a blessing in disguise.
"Now then, we're going to be changing the ends on these two bars going through your slave thing. It shouldn't hurt, unfortunately, but nonetheless it will make you look more 'proper' shall we say."
I could feel Master's finger working swiftly, unscrewing the ends to the two rods which had been torturously poked through my cock shaft weeks ago. Master
was right, as always; it didn't hurt. When Master was finished, each end of the two rods had rings hanging from them instead of the little steel balls. Now my thing had a total of five rings and I could only imagine that perhaps one day, more would be put in place.
Master went back, again, to working with my balls. "You understand by now slave that you need permission for just about anything and everything that you do. Now you see what is in store for you when you break the rules or disobey a free man, not to mention your Master. You mentally need to revisit, constantly, the lessons you were shown at school. You, one day, hopefully will become the model slave that I know you can be, if you 'want to be'."
I could feel cold steel entrapping my left ball, and I could hear the loud click of the steel locking itself in place. The same feeling and sound reappeared when Master was working on the right ball. Now, Master was involving my thing, incorporating it with the balls. I had my eyes closed trying to mentally picture what Master was doing; and to my astonishment, I was correct.
A narrow piece of flexible metal had been attached to the band trapping my left ball and placed on top of my thing. The metal band then went over to my right ball and looped underneath that band; and Master proceeded to mount both of my balls on top of my thing, which were now held firmly in place with the added metal band. There would be no more dangling scrotum for this slave. The way my balls were so prominently displayed I could now understand what Master meant when he mentioned having the balls 'readily available'.
The butler came back, and slid soft leather moccasins onto my bare feet. The feel of such soft leather made me feel kind of special. It had been ages since I had been able to have covering for my sore feet; and this was like receiving a gift.
Master produced a rather strange looking butt plug and it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that it wasn't anywhere near as big as the one I had in place yesterday. This plug had a long tail, black with a few sprigs of almond coloring, so soft and smooth.
I was left to lay on the table, in silence, to do nothing; except to meditate on the 'errors of my ways'. I heard only bits and pieces of words, as the workers passed by. I never saw Jordan leave his area, nor did I hear mention of the teenager. After some time Master came and removed me from the table; which I instantly responded to by dropping to all fours.
I followed Master as He exited the barn and made His way to the cart. "Now come and stand between the rails," Master commanded in a rather polite tone of voice. "We are going for a short ride today and I want to make sure that everything works well for future use. If I see that there is a need to bind the slave to the rails, I won't hesitate in doing so; but for now just use your own grip and we'll be off."
I crawled over in between the two rails before I ventured to stand up. The hairs of the butt plug brushed against my inner thighs and I was surprised to discover how sensual even such a insignificant that like horse hairs can be.
Master came forth and proceeded to clip a rather ominous looking set of leather straps to the rings on my balls; feeding the loose ends through my nipple rings, in through the rings on the sides of my collar and over my shoulders. "Now, if we want to go right, I'll be tugging on the right rein and the same for turning left." Master instructed in a most casual way.
I gripped the two rails as I'd done when hauling the water and still I was having troubles standing totally erect. The sensation of not having ones' balls
dangling between the legs seemed to make the experience most odd. A quick downward look and everything looked hideous at first; but looking back on it now; I've come to realize that a slave's Master always knows best.
A quick shake of the reins and we were off, heading straight towards the incline of the earth. It was relatively easy to pull the cart with my Master and just having a covering on my feet made the lesson so much easier. It wasn't long before I felt the first tug, to the left; then another tug, left again and we were now on the long lane heading towards the main road.
The warm sunshine felt so good on my skin and coupled with the breeze made me
work without exerting a tremendous amount of effort. Master was quiet for most of the journey that is until we'd gone on for about two more miles. At first, when we had reached the main road, I feared that I would be seen naked pulling a cart; but quickly remembered that being a naked slave is totally legal in these parts of the country. It was a long time before the first car came down the road, directly towards us.
"Now slave don't you worry, people in these parts will soon learn to accept you as you are. Hell, most of these people run around their own houses naked all day long anyway, so seeing a slave won't be to much of a problem for them or you."
I wasn't so sure that Master's assumption about these 'hill folk' was totally
true; yet I of all people had no recourse, and I was just so happy to be alone with Master that I didn't care what anybody thought or said.
The car slowed down as it passed, and two girls were fighting over who was going to get the better view of a slave. The driver, their father (?) gave us only a quick glace as he soon applied pressure to the gas pedal and sped away.
The second vehicle was a battered old pickup truck loaded down with teenage
boys, who acted as if they'd been drinking. They did stop, but only momentarily, as we made our way down the road. Behind me, I could hear them saying things like 'we'z gonna be fucking us a white fag soon' and 'hey slave, I've got something you'd be luving to suck on'.
About another mile down the road and the pickup truck came up behind us and slowed. Several of the boys were still making comments, as the truck pulled up
along side and out of the corner of my eye, I could see one of them in the back of the truck; kneeling with his jeans down as he was working himself up into a tizzy. Thankfully the truck picked up speed and we didn't see him for the rest of our trip.
We were half way up a steep grade, and I was beginning to labor; when a truck
came over the hilltop and I noticed that it was identical to the one that had brought Jordan and me to my Master's plantation. The cage on the back of it was not to be mistaken for anything but a slave transporter. Directly behind the truck was a black SUV with darkened windows.
Both vehicles slowed to a stop and Master pulled back on the reins, indicating He wanted me to also stop. I was taken back, when I saw Daniel riding in the passenger seat of the truck; but was even more surprised when the rear window of the SUV retracted and there sat my father.
Dad got out and greeted Master as if they were the best of friends; chatting briefly and they seemed to be deepening their relationship. I could see that Daniel still had his strict demeanor about him, as the expression on his face
was all business.
My father waved the truck on, as well as the SUV; as he climbed aboard the cart, sitting beside my Master. Thankfully, for me, Master turned me around and we began the long jog back to the plantation. I could only imagine what, if any, I might be able to hear the two men talking about.
The short time Master and I had alone was over way to soon. Knowing what little I did about my dad and his means of getting things his own way began to once again settle into my mental process. I could only hope that this madness would soon become nothing more than a speck of time.
Master slapped the reins against my body, indicating that I was to increase the speed in which I was pulling the two men. I was finally beginning to feel the added weight of the cart, but at least I didn't have to go up any really large hills; and once again I was thankful that Master had seen fit to have covers on my feet.
At this rate, we'd be back on the plantation within the hour and I was praying that the hour would pass rather quickly; as my lungs began to burn from the
exertion of having to pull the cart.
I could hear Master and my dad talking but I couldn't tell what they were talking about; but knowing the two of them, I'd find out when we arrived back at
the barn
To be continued through Chapter 53...
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