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Sail Away Chapter Forty Six
The stairs led to a hallway which I hadn't seen before. The carpet was luxurious. It felt like my knees were on clouds. Even the air temperature was cooler than the main floor which was a welcome relief. I continued following my Master for about another twenty five feet, until He opened up a large oak door and went through. I waited until given permission before I crawled through the expansive opening.
This for sure had to be Master's private bedroom. I'd never before seen such a big bed and everything in the room reeked of luxury. I followed Master past
several large pieces of furniture and into what was the world's biggest bathroom. I couldn't help but to stare in awe of my surroundings.
Master turned to me and said, "slave, in this room you may stand when you feel the need and you may also speak when spoken to; is that understood?"
"Master, yes Master," I quickly responded.
"Now let's get the tub water started and then you can disrobe me and bath me like the well trained slave that you are becoming." He said with a comforting
smile.
After responding properly, I quickly began to adjust the water to a nice temperature and I even added a small amount of scented body oil to the water; watching as it made the cutest little bubbles. As the water ran, I turned all my
attention to my Master and removed all of his clothing; placing it neatly on one of those fancy chairs that has a built on clothes rack on the back of it.
Master slid effortlessly into the tub and seemed pleased that the water was properly adjusted to his liking. Did I mention that the tub was big? It even has water jets on all five sides.
I began gently scrubbing Master's back as He started speaking to me. I'm sure
that what He was saying wasn't meant for me to comment on; as none of it seemed to really be a question.
Master spoke about the recent turmoil he and dad had gotten into and how much He hated such things; especially in front of other men. Master told me that this wasn't the first time that the two of them had come to loggerheads. Master seemed pleased that Shaun had decided not to return to Guatemala with my dad. He spoke a lot about the new slave, Mark, and how he would be properly trained by Shaun every day and through out the night hours. I couldn't help but to wonder why Master was telling me such details, unless he just needed a body to speak at.
Master spoke even more about Jordan and how pleased He was that Jordan seemed to be settling in. He talked some about Master Doc, and how he was glad that he had a slave to tend to his personal needs and desires. Talking about Jordan in such a way, left me feeling rather sad; as I had never given any thought to the two of us slaves being separated for any length of time.
I had finished washing Master's legs and chest, leaving only His genital area to bath. I carefully washed His cock and balls; but I only used my hands, leaving the sponge out of the task. Master's cock began to harden under my fingers, which He seemed all to pleased.
As my soapy fingers were 'washing' the area behind Master's balls, Master finally said to me, "Is there anything the slave would care to talk about? Just be very careful what you say and how you say it. Should I determine that your
speech is disrespectful, insubordinate, demeaning or down right stupid I won't hesitate a second to summon Master Doc and Shaun and you will be whipped to unconsciousness."
Shit, here is the perfect time to mention to Master what kind of plans I had of my very own; but now I was scared shitless that He might take my words the wrong way.
I slid my hand out from under Master and took up the sponge, once again, and began to gently wash Master's feet. Master hadn't allowed me into the tub, so it was rather awkward for me to get to His other foot; but I managed. Finally, after minutes of silence, I began to speak; guarding each and every word from my mouth.
I don't' know how long I spoke, but it was enough time to actually bath Master completely for a second time. Master remained calm and seemed rather docile
while I gingerly made my thoughts come out clear and precise; without abusing any of the guidelines that Master had set forth.
The moment I set the sponge aside, Master pushed Himself up and stepped out of the tub. I quickly grabbed one of those really fluffy towels and dried Him off. Master seemed to be in a different zone; as He simply told me that I was now to 'turn down His bed."
That phrase caught me off guard for a few seconds, until I remembered from one of the videos what the terminology meant. I could tell that Master was a littler perturbed by my slow response to His directive.
As Master was sitting on the edge of the bed He said, "Go now and clean yourself, then come to Me."
I made like a freight train back to the bathroom and quickly bathed, again; as I wasn't dirty or smelly the time I spent in the tub was minimal.
Master was already propped up on several pillows, his right hand patting the bedding; so I quickly slid into the Master's bed and lay there with only a single pillow under my head. Master laughed aloud, telling me that I'd need more than the one pillow if I was to watch a movie. Master indicated where I'd find additional comfort and I quickly retrieved two more pillows; now the two of us were leaning against the headboard.
My eyes searched the room for cameras, mirrors, implements of discipline and anything else that might indicate the nights' activities. Astonished, to discover that Master's personal bedroom was not like other rooms in parts of the main house.
I watched as Master grabbed a remote from His nightstand and pushed a button;
causing a screen to descend from the ceiling. Moments later a movie started,
which to my surprise wasn't a sex video.
After a few minutes of viewing the movie, the butler came in and gave Master a mixed drink; and for me all I received was an intimidating stare from the butler.
With a drink in one hand and my thing in the other, Master seemed content just watching the movie. I watched also, but Master's fingers kept twinking with all my body jewelry which prevented me from becoming engrossed with the film. An occasional squeeze of my balls kept me alert to just about anything Master saw fit to do with His slave.
After the movie ended, a couple pushes of the remote sent the screen back into the ceiling and the lights to go out; with the exception of one, which dimmed so that I could just barely make out the outline of Master's body.
Things started out rather simple; with me performing oral sex, which is apparently something Master truly enjoys. Finally Master had had enough of that and eased me onto my back; pulling my legs up and back towards my head; which He then had me hold momentarily. As I held my ankles, Master eased the plug from my tunnel and held it in front of my face. I released my right ankle and took the butt plug and eased as much of it as I could into my mouth, before taking control of my ankle again.
Master began fucking me slowly and deliberately. It felt so good and my young
emotions were once again beginning to overcome my thoughts of Jordan and Alan. It seemed different somehow. Master wasn't making it seem like passionate sex. It was just sex; which is something that I could relate to; seeing as how I'd fucked a few girls just so I could say that I'd fucked them.
There wasn't even a kiss, not even a word the entire time. Rapidly, I began to realize that Master was using me like I'm supposed to be used. It was becoming apparent that Master knew exactly what he wanted all along.
I could only think, however vain it was of me, that Master had always wanted me for one reason; and one reason only. Now cemented in my head was the idea that Master had only desired me for all of these years, just to get me away from my father. It wasn't that he loved me or anything like that; just that he wanted me to not be raised as a slave trader but as a slave. I could, however, hope that such thinking was in error; but the more my thought process lingered on the subject matter, the more I was becoming convinced that I was right. Master has to love me! After all, I am his nephew.
That last sudden thrust, with Master's pubic hair brushing into my smooth skin told me that He was finished. Before Master withdrew his cock, He reached up and removed the plug from my mouth. Immediately after pulling out His dick, the butt plug was unceremoniously re-inserted up my tunnel.
Master just eased Himself off of me and positioned Himself on His back, with His legs slightly bent and wide. I knew what He was expecting, so I really had no choice but to move into position and suck His cock clean of cum and ass slime.
"Now slave, you must remove yourself from your Master's bed." Master said in a quiet tone. "You will sleep here, next to my bed", as He pointed to the floor directly next to His side of the bed.
I slid off of the bed and moved around to Master's side and before I even got
down to the floor, Master tossed one of the pillows down for me to use; as He was now sliding His own legs over the edge of the bed. "But before you sleep, you must remember that your Master always enjoys a good healthy piss after a good fuck."
Astonished that Master would or even could say something like that to me; I had no choice but to kneel between His legs and accept a healthy dose of His hot piss before I was to get any sleep. I was finally getting myself situated on the floor, when Master once again spoke, as the one remaining light was nearly dimmed to extinction. "You will find a chain and a lock under the bed. I must always secure yourself each night that you spend with your Master."
I stuck my arm under the bed and found the huge chain and lock. Slowly I pulled it out and locked it onto my ankle cuff. I gave it a short yet hard tug just to see how secure it was under the bed; and quickly found out that it was anchored well.
In the darkness, with my eyes wide open, I recaptured the events of the day. I was soon finding myself fading into my 'private space'; just about the time I began to replay my most recent fuck.
I awoke only to discover that my sleep had been terminated by my Master and His need to piss. As Master stood erect and prominent on His two feet, I scurried on to my knees to once again assist my Master in relieving his bladder.
Now that I'd had two servings of Master's piss, I too needed to relieve myself. Thankfully Master unlocked me from the chain and allowed me to scurry into the bathroom to piss. I jumped into the tub and knelt over the drain, as the
pressure of my bladder quickly began to subside. I was thankful for the opportunity, as I wasn't sure just how much longer I could have held it in.
I stepped out of the tub as directed and began the water running in Master's huge shower. Just before I thought I was going to bath Master, He ordered me downstairs to the kitchen. He never said why I was to go, but I was a bit curious as to the reason he didn't want me to bath him.
Once I'd opened the bedroom door, I dropped down and crawled my way back down to the kitchen, noticing on the way, that the sun had already come up. I guess Master and I had slept longer than I'd thought we did. The odor of food was beginning to make it's way into my nose, which seemed all to quickly to alert me to my own hunger.
I was greeted rather rudely by the housekeeper once I arrived in the kitchen.
She pointed to a bowl near one corner of the kitchen and told me that my meal was getting cold. I couldn't tell what in the hell was in the bowl, but I ate it none the less. It wasn't anywhere as good as yesterday's meal; but on the other hand it wasn't as bad as having to eat the standard slave chow.
Once I'd finished the meal, the housekeeper instructed me to hurry my "cute tight slave ass" up to the barn. Gee, this lady sure has a way of making me feel wanted, NOT!
As I left the enclosed pool area, I noticed that the cart had been removed; not to mention that I had yet to see Jordan. I wasted little time getting myself up to the barn. I noticed that there was a fairly new pickup truck parked near the barn, as well as discovering that the cart had also been brought up.
All of the "porno boys", along with Jordan were already in the barn; as was Shaun. I had yet to see Mark, but I wasn't overly concerned that I didn't.
Jordan appeared to be in good spirits, as he smiled one of his 'dreamy' smiles at me just as soon as he saw me enter the barn. I crawled over to him and took up the proper kneeling position; while the boys were focused on something that Shaun was showing them in one of the many cabinets.
Jordan gave me a slight nudge with his body, directing my attention over towards Mark's stall. It seemed to me, that there was a man standing with his back to us, legs slightly spread, with a naked body kneeling in front of him. Then I noticed that there was another man standing off in the far corner of Mark's stall. For now, that was all I was going to see. I'm guessing that Jordan knew more about what was going on than I did.
The entire group of boys came over and took me into the shower area; where unbeknownst to me, they proceeded to give me my enema and to bath me. They really seemed to be getting in to this domination theory. My enema seemed to be a great deal more discomforting not to mention longer. I wasn't able to see which of them the main 'player' was in my enema session, but for all I knew; they all were taking part in it. The one thing I do know, they all took part in
scrubbing my body. There wasn't any sponge, nor any cloth; just several rather stiff brushes working harshly over every inch of my body. I didn't have time to feel beleaguered with my situation, as no sooner had they completed my bath; that one of them pushed me forward onto my hands, while another boy greased my tunnel and shoved in a butt plug. I'm only guessing that Master Doc had given the boys a bit of a break from being down in the studio and to keep them entertained had sent them up here to the barn.
Gay is gay, but why on earth is Shaun showing them what it is like here amongst slaves and Masters? Don't tell me that these weekend porn boys are going to start getting involved. If in fact they do, I can only hope that is with Mark and not me.
Thankfully, if you want to call it that, Shaun came to my rescue. He took me by my collar and led me back over to Jordan; where he left the two of us, while he went into Mark's stall. Whatever the conversation was, I wasn't able to tell what they were talking about. I did however hear several yelps and moans, but with the extra person in the stall there just wasn't any way for me to see what was happening.
If my memory was anywhere near correct; today was Sunday and that meant the boys would be leaving by days end. Thank goodness! And, that would mean that perhaps the workers (some of them) might be here tomorrow. They really are a nice group of men to hang with, even if they are somewhat 'rednecks'.
The boys finished cleaning up the shower area and had everything put back in its proper place, just about the time Master Doc came in to the barn. They all gathered around him, as if he was their 'shepard' or something a kin to it. As Master Doc made his way to Mark's stall, the boys followed like school kids in a fire drill.
Mark's stall was now as crowded as a New York subway at rush hour. Clothed men, naked boys and I still was unable to tell exactly what was happening. Soon, Master Doc left the stall with his entourage in tow; walking passed Jordan and me with only a smile and a soft pat on Jordan's head. Jordan seemed to be
smiling a bit more, now that Master Doc had acknowledged his presence.
Shaun came out and collected me and Jordan, taking us into Mark's stall; where I got one hell of a surprise. Mark was on his knees, sucking his younger brother's cock, while their father stood in the corner and observed. As I crawled passed Mark I could see that his eyes were a bit puffy; apparently from hours and hours of crying. He and Shaun must have had a long training session the night before.
Once we'd gotten behind Mark, I saw what must have been something Shaun had conjured up. It looked almost like one of the stools on board dad's ship; with a long black dildo attached to it. Mark was being impaled on the latex dildo while being made to suck off his brother. I could only imagine just how much of the tunnel invader the boy had up his ass; but I'm sure that Shaun was keeping track.
Mark apparently had not been obedient towards Shaun, as he had many; and I mean many marks across his back from an instrument of corrective instruction. No wonder the kid has puffy eyes. I know exactly how he is feeling about now. Mark's brother pushed his entire cock into his mouth, causing Mark to gag and
spew spit from the corners. I'm only guessing that his brother unloaded a healthy load of sperm into his mouth. Just as Mark got his breathing under control, Shaun took a grip on his shoulders and forced his body down further onto the dildo; causing Mark to scream the best he could. Shaun yelled at Mark, who still had a cock in his mouth, and gave him a hard bare handed slap on the
back of his head. That sent Mark's head one way as the cock popped out of his mouth; all covered in spit and sperm.
Another slap, in the opposite direction; with Shaun barking orders to him, not to mention telling him that he would have to "suck a free mans' cock a hell of a lot better". Mark then had to lick his brother's cock clean before the teenager stuffed it back into his jeans.
Shaun took Mark's wrists and attached them to a spreader bar and proceeded to
hoist his arms high into the air. The boys arms looked as if they were about to pop right out from the shoulders, not to mention Mark's groaning and moaning from the anguish he was forced to endure. I was to engrossed watching Mark, that I only heard bits and pieces of what Shaun was saying to the father. I watched as Shaun spread Mark's knees out even further than they were; which seemed to heighten and evoke more moans from the new slave. In the blink of an eye, Shaun released the rope holding Mark's two wrist and Mark sank straight down. Down, all the way, impaling himself completely on the dildo. The screams from Mark were ear shattering; but the convulsions he experienced only made matters worse, as Mark began to vomit the contents of his stomach onto the straw floor covering.
Shaun used his foot to push Mark forward, into the pool of puke; as he then pulled the entire dildo from Mark's tunnel. Shaun seemed to be enjoying himself as he offered the dildo to Jordan for cleaning. For me, Shaun ordered me to
clean Mark's tunnel. As for Mark, he was ordered to clean up the mess he had
just made on the floor.
Shaun went right to work, licking off the slime and sludge from the dildo. I was momentarily repulsed at the sight of Mark's tunnel entrance. By the looks of it, the slave's tunnel had gotten quite a bit of use already. The texture of what I sucked and licked from Mark's tunnel told me that he must have had more than one cock up his tunnel already. Then oddly enough, I began to wonder which of his two family members was his master. By now I knew that one if not both had fucked him, but what I didn't know was that after his family fucked him; the five porno boys got their shot at fucking him as well. I was cleaning up after seven loads of male spunk had been deposited.
Not that I had it worse than the other two, but I couldn't help but to think,
once again, that my purpose in life now is to be 'transformed' into a sex slave; and right about now I wasn't feeling like one. On the other hand, if I was Mark, I'd be getting yelled at; with Shaun screaming into my ear telling me that I had to eat the puke soaked straw as well as lick the floor clean. I guess that Jordan had the easiest assignment; but who am I to speculate.
When the three of us had finished our task, meeting Shauns apparently high standards for slaves, Mark was yanked out of the stall and taken over to the examination table once again; being secured with at least a dozen wide leather straps. Mark's brother and father followed the duo and seemed to be rather pleased at the prospects of having their own personal slave; even though their slave was a member of their own family.
Shaun returned to the stall and I was the next one removed, and taken to another stall which was clean and smelling of sweet straw. I was then placed on my back; only to have my limbs attached to chains and left spreadeagled on the floor. Shaun pulled a tube of some kind from his pocket, smiling an evil, sadistic smile. He quickly began to squeeze my bound balls, commenting that they looked perfect for my Master. I thought as much myself, seeing as how my balls brought much joy and pleasure to Master.
I watched, as he flipped the cap off of the tube and began to squeeze a white
cream substance on both of my balls, adding a smidge of the cream to the tip of my thing as well. I felt so cool and it had an overwhelming mint fragrance.
Shaun proceeded to return the tube to his pocket and then he began to rub the
moisturizing cream into my skin. When he began working the cream into the head of my thing, he made a special effort to get some just inside the lips of my piss slit.
No sooner had he finished and the cool sensation began to turn into one of warmth. Shaun stood up and peered down on to my defenseless body, as the warmth
turned into heat, searing heat. He began laughing, just like some of the instructors had done back at dad's school. It was all a cruel fucking joke to him, the way he had seemed to comfort me with the cream and now I was beginning to think that my body was on fire.
Just milliseconds before I thought I was going to scream, I thought of my life as Master's slave and for some strange reason I withheld any and all major outbursts of pain and suffering. I grit my teeth so tight that the only air I
could get was through my nose. My subdued moans and groans didn't seem to bother Shaun in the least; as he continued exalting his status over me.
Shaun left, but returned with Jordan; who was chained by his collar and left to kneel beside my thrashing body. Jordan's facial expression didn't seem to change much, if at all. I tried concentrating on his face; hoping to distract myself from the torturous pain. I'm guessing that Jordan thought I was a whimp, as he didn't seem overly concerned about my condition.
After about thirty minutes, the burning sensation disappeared and I finally was able to get myself physically and mentally back in control. There was now, only the slightest glimmer of a smile on Jordan's face. What was he thinking? Surely he can understand how much pain I had just endured, or could he? AND, why didn't I see even the slightest indication of sadness on his face while I suffered? What's up with all of his instant personality change?
Jordan finally sat down next to me and began to rub the remaining sweat into my skin. His hands felt much cooler than my body, but it was a welcome change. He began spooning the beads of sweat from my bald head, as he leaned over and gave my scalp a quick kiss.
I instantly decided, right then and there, that I wasn't going to waste time on trying to figure Jordan out. I had enough of my own concerns to deal with and I had to get them in some sort of a list; prioritizing them wouldn't be to difficult. Number one on the list was to always please my Master by doing what He expects of me. The other things on my 'to do list' would just have to
fall into line, somewhere after pleasing Master.
Mark, what can I say about Mark? I hadn't the faintest idea what Shaun was doing with him at this point, and I shouldn't have been to concerned but I was. Later in the day I would discover what Mark had been subjected to but for now, it just wasn't meant to be.
Some minutes later, I don't know how long, but Mark's relatives came into our
stall and the young son became instantly attracted to my body. He began telling his father that he wanted Mark to have the rods going through his thing, "just like this cum eating fag slave." It wasn't much later, until the kid discovered that my tongue had a pivot ball piercing and of course, his "personal dick sucking and shit eating slave" had to have one just like mine.
As the kid got his hand beneath my body and pulled out my butt plug, he seemed appalled by the size of it. He replaced the plug with three of his fingers and began fucking my tunnel with them. Nothing but trash talk came out of his mouth the entire time. "To bad you ain't getting your nuts removed boy," the kid said to me, just as he spit on my face. "Bitch ass fags like you don't deserve to have nuts. If you was on our farm, I'd slice them off faster than a greased pig contest." The punk kid took both of my balls in one hand and squeezed them with all of his strength. Fuck, the kid was stronger than he looked and I thought my balls were going to burst. I wasn't about to let this kid know that he was creating pain beyond belief and I managed to surprise him by doing nothing more than to smile.
The kid was still squeezing my balls with one hand and fucking my tunnel with
his other; when I finally noticed the kid's father step up in front of Jordan and unzip his jeans. He command Jordan to " suck a real mans cock, you worthless piece of shit."
I was beginning to think that my own family wasn't anywhere near as dysfunctional as this bunch of fucking hillbillies.
I continued smiling at the boy, while Jordan surprised the father with what was probably the best fucking blow job he'd ever received.
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