Sail Away

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Sail Away Chapter Forty Seven

Master Doc appeared out of nowhere and soon I was free of Mark's brother and his manipulations. It was odd, at first that I wondered why Master Doc hadn't

released Jordan; but somehow my mind quickly erased any thoughts of Jordan. As I crawled out of the stall, Jordan was working steadily on the kid's cock as his father seemed interested in just observing a slave at work.

Once free of the barn, Master Doc simply and without discussion sent me on my way down to the house. I hadn't noticed any immediate reason as to why I was going back to the house, but at least I wasn't around Mark's brother; which was a sigh of relief.

I had gone up the hill and was on my way down the last leg of the path, when I noticed movement out of my right eye. I slowed down, not wanting to stop; and watched as Mark's father repositioned his truck. I saw Shaun leading Mark from the barn by one of the large chains which he seemed to like to use as a leash. Mark was pushed forward, into the back of the truck and I could see that he had rolled over onto his back. Shaun jumped up, next to Mark and began tying him down spreadeagled. I watched closely, thinking that perhaps Jordan would be led out next, but that never happened.

After Shaun had finished and slid off the truck, Mark's brother climbed up and stood over Mark; and began unleashing what looked like a long stream of piss all over Mark.

Master Doc, and Mark's father got into the cab of the truck and I heard the engine come to life. They didn't even put the tailgate up; thus Mark would be totally exposed to anyone who might drive up behind them.

The last thing I saw was Shaun giving a cursory wave to the group; as they made their way out to the main road and Shaun returned to the barn, with Jordan.

Whatever was going on, I was sure that I'd somehow discover the outcome at some later time and place. I quickened my crawl towards the house and for the first time, there wasn't anyone there to open the gate. I hesitated for a moment before standing and releasing the hatch from the other side. As the gate swung open, I crawled through; then with my left foot I kicked the gate closed.

There wasn't anyone around the pool or in the pool, so I proceeded to make my way up the few steps which led into the kitchen. I don't know what I did, or didn't do; but the housekeeper was surprised to see me and she immediately began scolding me for scaring the crap out of her. At first I thought I'd done something wrong, but that was quickly put to rest the moment my Master came into the kitchen; and He wasn't to polite when it came to barking at the housekeeper for making such a ruckus.

I followed Master as we once again headed down the stairs, which by now knew led to the studio. Funny though, as I slowly descended the stairs my mind went back to the barn; and I came to the realization that there weren't any closed circuit cameras in the barn (yet). I don't know why I thought about cameras at a time like this, but the sheer thought of not being watched 24/7 just might have its good points. Maybe we'd be able to use this time as our 'free time' and I could talk with Mark; which I still hadn't put much effort into yet.

The boys seemed very anxious for my arrival. I quickly learned why. "The boys had so much fun earlier today giving you your enema and bath, which they wanted to do it one more time before their rides come to pick them up." Master said to me in a whimsical tone of voice. I, myself, keyed in on the word 'fun'.

So with that said, the boys all seemed to want to get their grubby little fucking hands on my body. The gingerly led me into their shower area. I was surprised to find that there was a vinyl covered 'V' shaped bench in there. It was inverted, and by the time the boys had me in place; my butt was sticking way up in the air and my head was firmly on the cold tiled floor.

I'm guessing that because the tiled area was so small that not all of the boys could fit into the area all at the same time. But, surprise, surprise! While I was getting my tunnel cleaned out, I was also getting a majority of my body scrubbed at the same time. The sensation of my gut expanding from the warm water flowing into me and the warm soapy bathing water on the outside; seemed to offset one another making the whole experience one to remember.

I couldn't have needed to many 'refills' since my last tunnel rinse, but they seemed to go on forever. I heard Master saying something to the boy who was

administering my enema, and now I remember that the 'standard' nozzle which had always been used on me; had now been replaced by some kind of thick, yet flexible hose. Each time the boy began to 'refill' my tunnel; the tube was pushed in further and further. I thought once or twice that I even felt the tube sliding way up inside of me.

After Master was satisfied that my entire intestinal tract had been completely emptied, He handed the kid a large can of grease; which the boy seemed more than happy to pack into my body cavity. I could actually feel the grease begin to slide further into my bowels, just from gravity alone. I began to wonder if in fact the whole can was meant to be packed inside of me. It didn't really hurt, but I sure as hell could tell that my guts were filling up rather nicely. It felt like, well, you know; when you gotta take a dump!

I never knew if the whole can was used; but the boy stopped and two others finished scrubbing down my butt and the back of my legs. I was left there to air dry; as one by one each of the boys came over and kissed me! They kissed my fucking butt cheeks! And, if that wasn't odd enough (at the time) most of them said 'thanks' and 'hope to play with you again next week'.

I couldn't see the activity but by the sound of everything; it seemed as if they'd all said their good-byes to Master and bolted up the stairs to go home. The silence combined with a stillness in the air was both refreshing and a little un-nerving.

The unmistakable hands of my Master made contact with my bare back and his words seemed to comfort me. "You've come a long way slave. I'm quite pleased with your progress and it appears that you are slowly coming to terms with your new life. You've had a rather easy day, from what I've been told and a slave truly deserves a day such as this once in awhile. You will stay like this for another thirty minutes, or until the grease in your slave ass warms up and becomes more pliable within the confines of the slaves intestinal tract."

I was positive that Master must have known that I had an urgent need to evacuate my bowels; as he seemed to pause and before I could blink and eye, Master had pushed another rather large butt plug up inside of me.

"This should keep the grease inside very nicely. I'll send for you later, but for now just stay firm and enjoy the peace and quiet; as I'm positive the barn was a bit noisy at times."

Indeed, the shower area, the whole fucking room was left in dead silence. I wasn't a bit surprised that Master had seen fit to turn off the lights in the shower area and dim the lights in the studio. I could have tried to listen to

any outside sounds and voices but I didn't seem the least interested at the moment.

I tried to figure out an approximate time of day, but that was a complete failure. For almost a month now, I'd not had a watch or even seen a clock. To be able to tell that today was a Sunday was good enough for me. I recalled my morning meal, but for some odd reason I couldn't or didn't remember eating a mid day meal. Maybe I didn't, just for the simple reason Master and me slept in a little later than usual.

Another item that crossed my mind was the cottage. I'm guessing that since the barn is almost completed (?), that Shaun will be living in the cottage and the rest of us slaves will be sequestered in the barn at night unless our bodies are needed by the Masters.

I quickly discovered, rather painfully, that if I didn't keep my thought process engaged; that the urge to empty my tunnel was excruciating.

I thought briefly of my father, hoping that he had a safe return to his school. The tragic thought of him still being upset when he returned bothered me a little. I didn't want him taking out his anger and frustrations on any of the young town boys or my half brother.

In my mind I read mom's letter over again, which seemed to sooth my impatience just a bit.

I had time enough to think about and wonder what the hell was going on up in the barn. I hope that Shaun wasn't mistreating Jordan. I also thought about Alan, and wondered what he was doing; but realizing that it was a Sunday I'm sure that he is hanging out with his own crowd of buddies.

Then the oddest thing struck me. Here I was, draped over a frame, but I wasn't even secured to it! How easy can it be to get my sorry ass off of this thing and find a way out of here? Where I come from, every basement or cellar has at least one other way out; in case of emergencies or something. I wonder if there is an underground slave railroad just like back during the civil war; which perhaps would get me back to mom?

I'm not sure, at all, why those thoughts went through my mind. I had to realize that so much of my own life has changed. I've met new people, some not so nice, but at least I had broadened my perspective of the world, outside of my so called sheltered and spoiled life.

Thankfully, I heard the door open and footsteps. The distraction brought me right back to reality. There was come chatter and clanking noise. I noticed, too, that the lights had been turned on in the fartherest part of the studio. I quickly recognized the voices to belong to the butler and the camera man.

Moments later, Master arrived to remove me from the shower and I was led over to the other two men. I noticed that there were two cameras set up and the camera man was also holding one. I just knew that this wasn't going to be a fun night.

"It looks as if the little bit of sun that the slaves been getting has started to blend in those punk ass tanlines," the camera man said. "I was thinking that we'd have to put some makeup on him so that the shoot would look more realistic. It seems that naked boys with a good tan sell tons more videos than the ones we used to take years ago; not to mention slaves like this will even double or perhaps triple our sales volume."

"Perhaps you're right," Master quickly added. "We really won't know until you

get those fucking clips put together so we can at least get them up on our website. It's not that you haven't had enough time and I do believe that you've also gotten your fair share of sucking and fucking in."

Master seemed to still be in a rotten mood. I could envision Him taking out his anger on me when he concluded his talk with the camera man. "Why don't you put down that extra camera for now and get to work on the clips so that we can have them on the website by midnight. I think you've had enough fun for the weekend; that you don't need to film anymore this evening, and besides; I'd almost bet that our slave here wouldn't mind seeing himself plastered all over the internet. I know at least one person who would just fucking love to see how his friend has improved since the last time he saw him."

Oh great; just what I needed to hear. Master must know more than he is letting on. Now I'm going to be a celebrity slave on the internet; well maybe not a celebrity but I'm going to be Master's first venture into the world of master/slave videos. Just what I fucking wanted to beâ^À¦NOT!

The cameraman turned on his heels and made a hasty retreat, followed in silence by the butler. I'm guessing, again, that the butler didn't want to experience the wrath of Master either.

Master beckoned me to rise, which I did instantly. Master, although He was standing directly in front of me; I could see that there was a weird contraption off to my right, which was suspended by chains. All I could think of was chains = pain.

With His hands, Master turned my body so that my back was to the chains and I

was made to back up until I felt something touching my cheeks. "Now slave I want you to just sit down slowly until your entire weight is off of your feet."

Master continued holding on to me as I slowly lowered myself. I instantly felt the material my cheeks were touching. It was hard, yet comfortable leather. As I kept lowering myself the leather was moving and I became startled momentarily; until Master assured me that all was proper. Master had me grasp the two chains on either side of my body and told me to wriggle myself backwards until he told me to stop. The more I moved backwards it became clear that whatever I was sitting on was like some kind of a web of leather. I could feel the warmth of my body contacting the leather, yet where there was no leather the cool air glided across my bare skin.

"Now slave I need you to lay back and you needn't worry; as you won't fall." Master said in a reassured tone, while he moved his hands from my shoulders to my wrists. Masters sheer strength gave me comfort in knowing that He wouldn't let me fall backwards.

My head came to rest on the leather web thing as my eyes focused on the four chains supporting all of my weight. On each of the chains were additional pieces of chains. Master stood between my legs, raising first my right ankle and clipped my ankle cuff to the chain. Then He did the same thing to my left ankle, which now left me exposed. The same thing was done with my wrist cuffs; which secured me completely and without a doubt that I was immobilized until Master saw fit to release me.

"I see your thing is enjoying the added excitement," Master said with a smile. "You are attached to what we call 'the sling' and you must not fear it. You must come to love it, to be one with it, to always want, desire and need it."

I figured that whatever was coming was something that Master knew would bring me pleasure; or at least I thought so. I know, I know, I'm always thinking but I can't help it. Everything is all so new to me still. Everyday something

different something new.

Master had hooked His finger in my Prince Albert and was pulling it away from my body; which caused my balls and the other body piercings to feel the awkward movement. Master had been correct though; as I hadn't even felt my thing begin to stiffen up. Master pulled it backwards, away from my body, over and over again; allowing it to spring back towards my abdomen.

"Now slave," Master began, as He held up a butt plug for my mouth. "I want you to experience this night with only your brain for your eyes and ears."

I had opened my mouth and had the entire butt plug inserted, when Master began placing something in my ears. As Master continued speaking, His words became null and void as the remaining plug was put into the other ear. In stealth like fashion Master began sliding a leather hood over my face, with only two holes at my nose for air to be taken in. The room was dark, I couldn't speak, see or hear; but I knew that Master was to be trusted.

For whatever reason, the sling began to rock back and forth for several minutes; so I could only assume that Master was simply trying to reassure me that everything was okay. I could only equate the movement of the sling, to that of a child's swing. It was really neat, in its own special way. Although I was attached to the chains and kept without sound, sight or speech I felt secure and somewhat at ease.

I began to visualize just what, in fact, was happening. I knew Master had once again taken hold of my Prince Albert and I felt as if my thing was now attached to something which kept it at a ninety degree angle from my body. My ball rings were now attached to something which pulled them in the opposing direction away from my thing. My nipple rings were being carefully stretched away from my body; and by the simple touches of Master's hands I could tell that they were now attached all the way back to my ankle cuffs.

I think it was a piece of leather that Master used to tie my anal piercing up around my thing; keeping it away from the butt plug. I wasn't sure at first what Master was doing next; although I felt Him attach something vaguely similar to Band-Aids just below my nipples and one on each of my balls.

I was left alone for several minutes to contemplate my situation; as Master must have purposely intended. Still, I wasn't scared or even nervous; as nothing but nice thoughts of Master filtered through my brain. Just as long as I wasn't going to get anymore of those fucking hot ointment treatments I would be just fine.

The next thing I knew, electricity was coursing through my body; from my balls to my nipples, which caused me to scream rather loudly behind my gagged mouth. It didn't last long, but indeed it was truly a torturous few seconds.

Master began to thump something, maybe his fist, against the large base of my

butt plug. Each time the base was struck, it set the sling in motion. Each time the sling moved forwards it came in contact with something, which over and over again struck my butt plug. I was beginning to think that Master was trying to get the oversized base up my tunnel.

The sling began to slow down and then Master must have grabbed the butt plug; as it began to spin around inside of me. Master combined the spinning with a few up and down movements; which by doing such caused the plug to come in contact with my 'hard spot'.

Now my brain was feeling sex. Raw fucking sex; which didn't seem to help me any, as there was no way possible that I could have grabbed my cock and jerked off. For certain, Master had to have had to hear the soft and gentle moans trying to escape my mouth; just before another jolt of electricity caused me to forget about sex for the time being.

After I'd settled down, Master withdrew the huge plug from my tunnel; leaving what felt to me like nothing less than a large gapping hole sucking for air between my legs.

I could feel my Master's fingers, two I think, enter my tunnel and begin to search around in the dark moist and grease filled cavity. Another jolt of current and Master went about putting another finger inside of me; pausing only a second or two as the fingers seemed to be working on the 'lips' of the tunnel, stretching and pulling on them as Master made it feel so.

Another jolt and Master now proceeded to place his fourth finger inside my body and once again He'd found the 'hard spot'. The tide of passion that overcame me was, and still is, the best that I'd ever experienced.

The next surge of current caused Master to get His fist into me, up to the widest part of His hand. He twisted and turned His fist at an amazing speed which at first didn't seem very 'sensual and loving' but I understand that my Master loves me and is only doing what He knows is right for me; not to mention

what Master feels that I need.

Master's hand slipped into me immediately following the next flow of current. It felt warm and comforting just knowing how much Master cared for His slave. Master slowly twisted his fist around, and I even felt Him open his fist a

fraction which caused the tunnel to expand with the hand. The back of His hand was always rubbed against the 'hard spot' each time it twisted around. I was always getting 'high' on the sexual desires but it never failed that when I thought my desire was going to explode the electrical current would zap it all away.

The following surge of current was followed by my Master pushing His hand into me even farther than before. And each time it was accompanied by Him slowly turning his fist to the right and then to the left.

Each time the current flowed, Master was pushing his arm into me more and more. Once or twice I felt as if I was being torn apart; but I knew in reality that such was just not the case. I had to really concentrate for awhile on my breathing; as I found myself actually holding my breath each time Master pushed more of Himself into me. I was really beginning to see what Master had meant when He told me about seeing and feeling with my brain and not my eyes.

After who knows how long, the current stopped and Master didn't make any forward progress with his arm. Everything was still. Everything seemed to be floating. Everything felt good. I tried hard to feel Master's hand, only to discover that it had made a tremendous amount of progress into my body. I knew, just by the feelings surrounding my tunnel entrance that Master had a large portion of his forearm in me. What really amazed me was the fact that I didn't feel full nor did I have one of those natural feelings like I needed to be sitting on a toilet. I could feel the liquefied grease oozing out of my body and making a small river down the crack between my outstretched legs.

Once or twice I had even thought that I could even feel my Master's pulse beating from His wrist. It was as the two of us had become one. One in body and one in soul; as I was quickly and finally understanding the word "bonding" that Master had used several times before. I was truly at a lose, not knowing what else could 'top' this experience; if there even was such a thing.

There was a small amount of pressure now being applied against the upper side of my tunnel and I felt as if Master was simply raising His arm up and down while He maintained the length of it inside of me. Up and down several times before he began to move it right to left and back again. This went on for quite some time and Master even used His free hand to rub my belly; feeling perhaps for himself just how far he had indeed gone into me. At this moment in my life, I didn't want the experience to end but knew that it would (eventually).

Master then began to withdraw a small amount of His forearm and thread it back inside of me. Over and over Master withdrew a certain amount, increasing said amount each time and then re-inserting it back into me. I was being fucked with my Master's forearm. Again, the flood of sexual excitement rushed through my entire body, thus increasing my own need for an orgasm; to which I damn well knew wasn't under my control anymore.

No sooner than I had settled into Master's rhythm combined with my own personal and selfish desires when the electrical current flowed once again. I screamed once more; but not from the electricity but rather from the stretching of my tunnel opening. I knew now that Master had taken it one step further and had worked His elbow passed the entrance. I struggled for air but that seemed to be the least of my worries. My mind replaced the dripping anal grease with the thought of copious amounts of blood; which later on, I discovered was a false assumption on my part.

Master was now taking His time fucking me with his arm, just like before; but He was timing it to correspond with the meticulous reliability of the electrical current. By now my mind had overcome the feeling of pain and had turned it into pleasureâ^À¦my pleasure. I never would have thought that I would or could convert pain into pleasure but I indeed had. Master, please don't stop; I said to myself.

On the next short 'break', all I could think about was Jordan, and how he had always seemed to accept pain in the most expressive of ways. I was rapidly coming to understand why he never really complained to me about the few times

that I 'assumed' that he was in such anguish. What really was beginning to scare me a lot was just the fact that I was enjoying some of the things that had and were being done with me and to me.

Just as Master withdrew his arm and hand completely, the current began flowing again; which of course Master knew all about such things. No sooner had the jolt subsided, and Master began to actually attack my tunnel in a ferocious

manner.

Each time Master's fist entered me; there was a gush of air and grease that was ejected from my tunnel. I later learned that such activities is called 'punching'; which once I'd gotten used to it after about thirty minutes seemed to heighten my senses even more.

By the time Master and the electrical current had finished I too, felt drained. I quickly discovered that fisting is an art in its self and that such is very demanding on the fister as well as the fistee. I was drained of every once of energy; simply from the highs and lows that Master had taken me to. I could still feel the grease streaming from my tunnel; but the most prominent feature for me, at least, was the feeling that my entrance would never look the same again. I could actually feel the puffiness in the skin and tissues surrounding the opening; which in itself seemed large enough now to park a small melon in.

Master left his position, between my legs, and came around to stand over me; feeling my chest heaving up and down as I was slow to recover. He then proceeded to remove the electrical apparatus from my balls and chest. My chest was wiped off with a washcloth soaked in cool, refreshing water.

Master finally gave each one of the chains and ropes that had been attached to my body piercings a couple of menacing yanks; sending me into another world of pain and discomfort. I was beginning to believe that my Master took pride and great pleasure in hearing the yelps and groans emit from my face; even though for now they were muffled.

I guess Master had planned for the next part of my training. He simply left me alone, bound and hooded. I could only hope that I wasn't going to be left like this to long; but it really wasn't uncomfortable no matter what I might have originally thought.

I tried to count the times that my Master had brought me so close to busting my nut, but it now seemed impossible and trivial to even waste time thinking about it. Had Master desired to see my thing spit slave cum; He surely would have done it somewhere along the way. I'm sure that He has enough experience to know just when to stop; thus preventing such from occurring.

It was rather nice, actually, being alone finally. For the first time in a long time, I was able to discover so many things about myself. I didn't have sound or sight to distract me while I lay in the sling. I was finally getting used to being exposed for others to see my body and to use me in ways that were approved by my Master. I was even beginning to think that I really was 'special' in ways that only a slave can feel. Time and money had gone into getting me this far and I'm glad that my father and uncle had seen fit to pursue their gut feelings. I had never experienced such highs before and when I was permitted an orgasm they were the finest in the world. All I had to do now was to continue my education into a slaves' life and one day perhaps I would be in charge of slaves or even better. But, what then could be better? I hadn't a clue, nor do I know why I even thought about such things.

Hooded or not, I finally went into a deep sleep while in the sling and the rest was surely overdue. I was so tired that I didn't even dream, which was a normal thing for me to do here lately. Not even a single thought about Master, Jordan or Alan this time.

The movement of the sling brought me to full alertness; with the removal of the hood which had covered my head for God knows how long. My eyes blinked constantly as they tried to adjust themselves to the light. Standing over me now

was Master Doc. I became rather shaken by his domineering size, with me being bound in such a manner. I know, that I shouldn't have been; but I wasn't expecting this! Just how much time had gone by? Hadn't Master Doc gone away with Mark and his family?

Master Doc began by slowly releasing the bindings on my body piercings, one by one. Each ring was examined quite carefully and cleaned of any build up of dried crust. I sure would feel better if the damn things would have healed over by now. Do you have any idea how disruptive it is when someone begins to slide your body ring through the hole in your skin if there is dry crust on the ring? Believe you me, you notice it right away.

I knew something was different when I felt Master Doc begin messing around with the two rods going through my thing. What He was doing was enlarging the size of the bar. As He withdrew the original bar, Master Doc was pushing something of steel through the opposing hole. Its main purpose was to enlarge the existing hole, permitting an even thicker rod to be placed through my thing. The idea of stretching the existing hole seemed a bit 'over the top' but then again, I'm the slave and have no say in anything. I yelped, screamed and even raised my torso up off the sling; as the pain was tremendous. I could see that my agony brought about an ear to ear smile on the face of Master Doc. Was there an actual purpose to these bars with rings on the ends of them? They hadn't been used yet for anything so I'm guessing that the only real intention for them is purely for decorations.

As sweat pour from my body, my Master returned and removed the ear plugs; allowing the rush of sound to invade my senses. It seemed different in a way, now that my hearing was back. I kind of liked it when I didn't hear things.

Master leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek which seemed to ease my mind

for a moment but I soon had to pay attention as Master began speaking. "I received an email and a photograph from one of my new clients, and he and his family thought that you'd look nicer if you had a few more decorations on your

thing. After studying the picture for a few days and imagining you with the added jewelry I must admit that I agree with them. They suggested that it be done all at the same time, in order that the slave wouldn't have to endure more than the one time discomfort; which I'm sure any slave would agree to as well. From what Master Doc tells me, none of the new piercings will interfere with any bodily function; which of course is my main concern."

I could see that Master had the photo in his hand but He hadn't bother to show it to me; not that He had to of course, but it might have been one of those times He wanted to show me a bit of His pleasure.

The clankety clank of a metal cart rolling into the studio caught my attention and moving my head I saw the butler pushing the cart closer and closer. To my surprise the housekeeper was right on his heels.

It seems as if Master is always pushing my body and spirit to the brink. I couldn't figure out why on earth the housekeeper was here, but I knew that Master had His reasons, and that was going to have good enough for me.

I fixed my eyes on Master, trying not to think about the female in the studio. Master came over to me and helped me expel the plug that had been in my mouth for hours. My jaw ached but it was a relief to have my mouth back again.

"I'm sure that the slave is thirsty by now, so that is why I've removed your plug. But it will go back in when you have finished your water." Master said

authoritatively.

The housekeeper came forward and hoisted what looked like a half gallon bucket over my mouth. In the bottom of the bucket was something that I was all to familiar with; a water cock. She lowered it slowly into my mouth and I quickly put my lips around it just so she wouldn't lower it so much that the damn thing choked the life out of me. The water was ice cold, which was a welcome relief as well. As I sucked on the water cock, the housekeeper kept her other hand busy by gently tugging on some of the chains which were attached to my nipples and balls.

I mean, I was getting used to her making comments about my body and grabbing a quick feel of my butt on occasion; but having her stand over me, acting like she was in charge, didn't seem to sit to well with me. I had to fend off my inhibitions about her if I was to please Master; which I did by concentrating on getting the bucket of water empty; even though the housekeeper took additional advantage of my bound body by running her hands up and down my torso and into my smooth armpits.

"Don't go thinking that I'm done with you yet slave," she said; which once again put a bit of fear into me.

The water cock was retracted and once again I was looking into my Master's br illiant smiling face. "Now I know you've not pissed in awhile so I want you to close your eyes and try to concentrate on releasing all of your piss. It may be difficult but if you think about nothing more than having to piss, you'll piss."

So now, I had to perform something which for the moment seemed highly impossible. How could I piss with all of these people around; not to mention that my thing was strung up like a chicken in a Chinese kitchen? I closed my eyes, as Master had commanded and tried my best to relax my bladder. I knew that my piss, if I could do it, was going to soar into the air and probably land on me before dripping down onto the floor.

Before I knew what was happening or better yet who was doing it, my tunnel was getting a good tongue job. I could feel the warmth and constant flickering of the tongue going non-stop at licking around my swollen entrance. I'm sure that whoever was doing the licking was getting a good dose of anal grease. Between the anal tongue job and my command to piss, it was over all too soon. My bladder let loose a horrendous amount of piss which went sailing upward before gravity took over.

"Now get that fucking mess cleaned up slave, before I have your master cane your fucking ass," yelled the housekeeper. Who the fuck was she talking to like that; the old bitch!

My question was answered when I saw Jordan stand up and begin to lick away all of the piss that was still on my body. I never saw him come into the room; so I guess he crawled in behind the butler and housekeeper. Any more surprises for me tonight? I sure as hell hope not; as I was still quite tired and close to exhaustion. I could go for something to eat but I know that Master knows best.

"Good evening Sirs," came an all to familiar voice. It was Shaun. "I was just on my way to the cottage for the night and thought I'd stop in and let you know that the new slave is all bedded down for the night and I'm sure he probably won't be getting much sleep."

"Well thank you Shaun. You've had an eventful day and I'm sure that you can use a good nights rest yourself." Master said in a brotherly way. " We were just getting this slave ready for a series of body piercings so that he will look something like this when he is done."

"Holy fuck!" exclaimed Shaun after looking at the photo that Master just handed him. "That really looks great. The slave's thing will be a masterpiece of art once all of these things are done to it. You don't mind if I stay and watch for awhile do you Sir?"

"Suit yourself Shaun," replied Master Doc. "Neither of these two slaves will be going back to the barn tonight so there is really no need to concern yourself with having to get back up and taking them to their stall."

"Now then, let's get this going," began Master Doc, "I don't think any of us want to stay up all night and drag this out for hours. It will take long enough as it is and for me personally; well I think that I too have had a full day, not to mention the 'trip' to the clinic on my day off."

There was no mention of Mark during that exchange, but I knew what He meant. I'm guessing that Mark must have had an extremely painful and difficult time at the clinic.

"I've got the video clip all ready to go!" came the words from the cameraman as he bounded into the studio. "Holy shit, it sure looks like I missed a lot of excitement, just by the looks of the slave's pussyhole."

Master spoke up, "Well good! And it appears that we have a couple of hours before midnight, so why don't you pick up your hand held and start filming this

part of the slave's indoctrination into the new world."

I put two and two together really quick and figured out that I'd been strung up on the sling for over seven hours. No wonder I was tired and hungry. I watched as the man began filming Jordan, who by now was back down on his hands and knees licking up the grease and piss off of the floor. I wondered, now, just how 'bad' my tunnel entrance looked; seeing as how the cameraman had made such a blatant comment about it.

"You know Sir," Shaun began, "I've had the privilege to learn quite a bit of piercing when I was employed in my other school; and I would be honored if you would allow me to unburden you by doing some of them for you."

"Damn almighty," Master Doc chimed, "That would be so gracious if you did them all; that is if the slave's master has no objection. Of course, I'll make them for you so you'll have an easier time of it."

To my surprise Master seemed pleased, to say the least, that Shaun stepped forward and offered assistance. I'm certain though that there was an ulterior motive in his offering. Shaun excused himself, in order that he could scrub his hands before donning the latex gloves.

The butler had gone over to the studio fuck bed and retrieved a pillow. He folded it in half and placed it under my head, as he put it; "so the slave can watch as the thing suffers." He wasn't lying; as now I could clearly see my bound balls and thing all strung up. "Would anyone care for a cool drink?" He added with a smile; to which everyone said 'no thanks'.

It sure seemed like everybody was making a big production out of me getting a few more piercings.

The housekeeper in a joyous manner came forward with a small bottle of that brown stuff, along with a handful of gauze pads. She set about, soaking a pad in the liquid and proceeded to begin wiping down my entire thing and she even went beneath it; washing all the way down to my anal ring. Several more applications of the liquid were applied; and I can only assume, as a slave, that the housekeeper was really getting turned on by my thing and its prominent jewelry. I didn't have time to feel embarrassed, as she went about doing her job; nor did any of the Masters seem indifferent to her work.

I could only think that, as a slave, I had no choice but to allow this to happen. If Master wanted a female to touch this body then everything He wanted was to be respected.

When she was done, Master Doc came forward with a fancy measuring device and began to measure the shaft from top to bottom. He made three distinct marks on my thing, with a matching mark on the opposite side.

What caught me off guard was the fact that the markings were on the top of my thing and on the underside of my thing. There were three sets of markings. One in front of the horizontal piercing, one exactly in the middle of the two horizontal piercings and one equal distance as the first set of markings behind the last horizontal piercing. Holy shit, I'm getting three more rods run through my fucking cock! If it hurts like the first two, I'm in for a world of fucking hurt.

Master Doc then began to measure the ridge of flesh just behind the tip of my thing. One by one, he made six sets of marks with the pen.

He then measured the amount of flesh that was on the underside of my thing, making sure that he considered the three existing marks. "You've got room for eight if you want all eight." He said, looking at my Master.

Master made no effort to speak, but I watched as He nodded His head in approval. Master Doc once again made eight pair of marks on the underside of my thing.

"And what about these?" Master Doc said, pointing to something on the photograph.

"If you think that they would be to much or that they would interfere with a slaves' duties then we'll not have them installed." Master responded.

Master Doc was silent, as he set about measuring and marking my body; just below the cinch ring and before the anal piercing.

I made a quick glance towards Master and could see Him clearly displaying a pleasant smile; which made me happy.

I watched as the cameraman seemed to be getting everything down on film, Jordan was still out of sight, and I heard the snap of the latex gloves going on to the hands of Shaun. Another cursory glimpse towards the housekeeper, and she seemed mesmerized by the proceedings.

Master came forth and re-inserted the mouth gag, as everyone looked on. He kissed my forehead and looked me square in the eyes; as if to tell me that he cared for me.

I knew that I was at the mercy of my Master. I knew that what my Master wanted, He got. I knew that this was just another step, another test, of my willingness to please my Master. I knew that I had to suffer, in order to bring pleasure to Master during this upcoming session; but I knew that I was safe in the hands and heart of my Master.

By the time I looked down towards my balls and thing; Master Doc had already

stepped away and Shaun was standing tall between my bound legs.

All I could really do at this point was to endure the session and perhaps I'd be able to somehow get into my 'private space'.

Sail Away Chapter Forty Eight

Master remained by my side, continuously rubbing my chest; which made me feel a bit more at ease. Although I knew that it was inappropriate to look at a free person directly, I did it anyway.

Shaun was preparing the things he would need to perform the next phase of my decorations. The housekeeper was looking down towards the floor in the area directly in front of Master Doc and the butler was standing on the opposite side of the metal cart and looked to me as if he was assisting Shaun.

My eyes went back to Master Doc who seemed to be the most distinctive person in the studio at the moment. His eyes were closed and his arms seemed to be down and a little forward of his body. Then it came to me that Jordan must be on his knees giving Master Doc's cock a good blowjob. That was the only explanation that I could think of that would also being causing the housekeeper to look in that direction.

I didn't want to be caught staring, so I reverted my eyes back towards the lower part of my body; afterall, I was to be observing this upcoming event.

Shaun looked at Master just as he began speaking, "Sir, if you don't mind my asking; but would you like to extend the ringing by doing all of the holes first and then install the rings and studs? It is something which I've learned that has a great impact on a slave. It is, in some ways, associated with what is called 'play piercing' and that seems to have a much greater effect on slaves, not to mention the beauty of seeing the needles all in place at the same time. I personally like that idea, as it seems to heighten the ceremony of ringing a slave. A good slave should welcome the decorations which his Master bestows upon him and it appears that the slave eventually begins to display a sense of pride when amongst slaves of a lower or different class. There have been several occasions at my former employment, whereby a slave was subjected to a most delightful session of the 'play piercing' and the slave seemed to enjoy it. Seeing your slave lay here before me, with the balls bound tightly against the thing is the only reason which I mention such, Sir."

Master stood silent; as He removed His hands from my skin. He looked me in the face as He answered Shaun. "Your ideas and suggestions are well taken. As this slave's Master I have such authority to permit your idea as fact. A good slave must always remember that the body he fills does not belong to him. A slave, such as this, all though he is purportedly a sex slave, should not forget that his Master or any future Masters he may have, just might also enjoy a bit of the extreme. I myself have seen the 'play piercing' done and I truly enjoyed seeing it. In time to come, this and other slaves might just be used for such a purpose; but not today. I'd love to see the balls, thing and nipples decorated with countless amounts of needles. The tiny droplets of blood seem to bring forth a certain crescendo of sexual euphoria. However, for today just stay with the prolonged needle insertions. I believe that it will go better and faster if you simply leave all of the needles in place until you're ready to put the slave's rings and studs in place."

I think the combination of listening to my Master and the constant tongue working on His cock, caused Master Doc to throw His head back as He unloaded what must have been a sizeable load of manseed into Jordan's mouth. I could see that Jordan's devout determination to please a free man also seemed to bring a broad smile to the housekeeper's face.

I returned to process what Master had just told Shaun and come to realize that I was going to be a human pin cushion; or is that a slave pin cushion. I envisioned what it must look like, let alone feel like with needles stuck in one's tits and balls. I'm sure that it isn't a very pleasurable experience for

anyone, especially a slave.

"NO!" shouted my Master. I wasn't sure why Master shouted like that until I saw Him step back a half step and bring His hand down hard. I heard His hand make contact with flesh; and could only think that Jordan was attempting to unzip my Master and graciously suck His penis.

Not wanting his own moment of glory to fade into a room full of discontent, Shaun quickly ordered Jordan over and underneath the table which I was lying on. It was easy to hear the familiar sounds of a belt buckle and a zipper, knowing now that Shaun had defused the situation by offering Jordan another cock to suck cum out of.

As Master returned to my side, the first needle made contact with my skin, and I gasped more out of surprise than pain. Shaun's first needle seemed to have been placed just above my anal ring.

As the sensation subsided, I felt the clamp grip my skin again, followed by another needle stick. After two more needles, that part of the ordeal was over. Shaun seemed pleased with his work, and to prove that he enjoyed what he was doing; he began to twist each and every needle. He even went as far as to pull each of them back a little before pushing them forward again. I guess that his technique of body piercing has a little bit of a personal flare.

I was grateful for the moments of silence before Shaun began again. It seemed as if all the 'free men' wanted to see Shaun's handy work. I denoted a small smile on my Master's face; which automatically sent the message to my brain that He was satisfied to this point.

I hadn't even thought about what Shaun was going to pierce next, as he once again spoke. "Sir, which set of piercings would you prefer to be done next? The remaining ones will all have just about the same degree of 'discomfort'; however the three penetrating the shaft will likely take the most amount of time and persistence."

"Well why not just start again with the group on the underside of the thing, then do the ring of piercings around the head of the thing and save the three

deep piercings for last. That sounds like a plan, does it not?"

Before getting a response from Shaun, Master spoke to the cameraman; telling him to make sure that he gets plenty of 'footage' up close and personal. I was confident that the dude operating the camera was more interested in filming the blowjob action than focusing in on the needles protruding from my skin.

The clamp was placed way down on the shaft, awfully close to the cinch ring. Even the clamp seemed to send a brief, but sharp amount of discomfort to my brain. Shaun looked up at me, and seeing that I was indeed watching his every move; held the clamp in one hand and jabbed the needle through. It stung like a bee, but the sting rapidly dissipated. I made it through five more of the same, before Shaun declared that the underside of my thing looked "smashingly magnificent" and, "all of this sure will leave this slave without hopes of ever having a set of lips around his slave meat".

The needles were so long that I could quite easily see each of them dangling

independently from both sides of my thing. Master commented to Master Doc, that he'd done a most excellent job in placing all of the markings; to which Shaun had proudly lanced. With so many needles down there, it was also easy to note that whatever loose flesh may have existed before; was now being pulled taut by the needles and I'm sure the rings will continue the sensation.

I was beginning to see myself in a whole new light. I suppose that Master was right. Well, I mean, I knew he was right. I don't own anything, anymore; not even this body. I'm sure that some of these 'decorations' were quite aesthetic to the eye of my Master; while others had already been shown to me to be quite useful as a mean to control.

With a rather sinister look in his eyes, Shaun thusly conveyed to me that he was now going to pierce the ridge which goes around the thing. The instant he put the clamp in place, I began to scream and yelp behind my gagged mouth. Master had to use both of His hands to push down on my torso; as I'd arched my body so high that my chin was touching the middle of my chest. The sudden commotion seemed to catch everyone's attention. All but my Master were now enveloped in fits of laughter.

Shaun seemed to beam, in light of my pain; as he extracted even more screams and yells from me as he pushed the needle through. I could feel the sweat begin to form on my face and in my outstretched armpits. As before he fiddled with the needle; and as my thing was still attached to the chain it gave me a front row seat of the latest needle. It was dead center of my thing and it stuck out both sides of my flesh like an arrow running through a worm.

Shaun had the best of two worlds. One he had a paying job and two; he got to be around naked flesh which he had earlier professed to be obsessed with.

He wasted little time in putting the clamp over the two matching, evenly spaced marks and in no time he had the second needle sticking out of my skin. Now I was seeing those little drops of blood that were mentioned earlier.

Both Masters moved over for a closer look and both seemed excited at the outcome, so far. Shaun paused for a minute, so that the butler and housekeeper could get a well deserved look as well. The housekeeper made some remark to the

butler but since her head was turned away from me, I never knew what she'd said.

I really had to struggle in order to breath; as my heart rate must have been off the charts as the clamp was once again put in place. By the time the last needle had been put in place on the right side of my thing, I was desperate for a break. Shaun, in his 'infinite' wisdom must have read my mind. Instead of starting on the last half of the circle, he paused long enough to dab off the accumulated blood which had now dripped down onto my hairless pubic region. He'll never know just how glad I was that he hadn't decided to play with the five needles sticking out around half of my thing.

Master allowed the sweat to accumulate, thus creating a rather pungent odor in the small area which all of us occupied. By now, even my chest and stomach was covered in a sheen of perspiration; but no one seemed indifferent to it.

Well, so much for his 'infinite wisdom'. I thought (donâ^À^Ùt remind me) Shaun stopped on account of me but I was totally wrong. Through all of my yelling and screaming, I'd forgotten about one thing; one person actually. Shaun had stopped to experience the natural animalistic ritual of his orgasm. His entire body shuddered as he unloaded into Jordan's mouth.

Shaun dropped his head, now speaking to Jordan; "Now turn around and get to work on the slave's tunnel." That's all he said. In a matter of seconds, the pain was gone and I was beginning to feel 'normal' again.

Not to sound gross or nothing, but I'm positive that Jordan was nibbling on the puffy areas which surrounded my tunnel. At times I thought as if his face was completely buried against by body; which was something I'd not yet experienced, but in my current position anything might just be possible. His tongue worked the lining of my guts as I began to moan softly with a bit of passion tossed in.

It must have been too obvious to all the others standing around, as Shaun once again began his methodical, disturbing work. I tried to think of nothing else except Jordan and it helped, but only a little. I'd have to say that the clamping of my skin hurt just as much as the needle. Finally that part was over with; well except for the actual installation of the jewelry.

I couldn't believe how much enjoyment, pleasure, sadistic satisfaction that anyone can have over having a slave decorated like this, but I was finding out that Shaun certainly was one of those. My body was looking more and more like a pin cushion, as tell-tell drops of blood continued to land on my stomach.

I knew that there were only three needles left to go; but I knew from the two shaft piercings that my thing already had, that these three were going to be the worst of the night.

By now I could feel my blood taking command. It, along with my heart, continued to race; some from pain, some from anguish and yet some from anticipation. Sweat continued to rain from my bound body as Master moved in ever so close to inspect Shaun's last set of needles. The sling began to move, as Master grabbed one of the chains to balance himself as he moved to within inches of my thing and balls.

"I'm beginning to see why some masters really do enjoy having their slaves ringed in such a manner. Not only does it prevent self abuse, it also enlightens the particular slave that his life is no longer his; reminding him that all things good and proper are pleasing to his master. Thusly, in time; I may just require more decorations." Master said to anyone and everyone who could hear His voice.

Master Doc add, "Yes, and if it wasn't so damn unsanitary, I'd even leave the

needles in. But unfortunately such is not the case here and soon the slave will have his rings and bars. Let's finish the last three, which should be a bloody mess; then we all can go upstairs and launch our newest website. It will be interesting to see who and how many are interested in having a slave of their own, and how many, if any would desire us to properly train their own slave or slaves. I'm certain that not only will we be able to provide ample and proper training for their slaves; but I sure that there will be enough moms and dads that want or need to make some extra cash by selling their sons. I don't think we are going to have any major competition here in the states and I know that with our low overhead we will be so much more competitive in just about every aspect."

"You're quite right," replied Master. "Ever since the government reinstituted

slavery, it really hasn't had a good foot hold in America. But now with our website it won't take long for others to recognize a good thing when they see

it. Besides, it won't be long before the state comes knocking on our door and wanting us to take in some of the state owned slaves from the courts; until they can be sold off."

Now I know I'm not up to speed on slavery in America, but just hanging here listening to free men talking about other humans like they are nothing more than meat and dollar signs, sure does put my life into prospective. I wonder if someone came along and offered a sizeable sum of cash for me or Jordan, if the Masters would sell us off.

"I know," Shaun interjected, "Let me finish up with this slave and then we can all go upstairs and celebrate as the website starts up. That way we can just leave the slaves down here and think about what has just happened and who and what they are; before we slide on the decorations."

Everyone took their places, as Shaun pushed Jordan's head even tighter up against my tunnel. Shaun swabbed my shaft one more time with the antibiotic before he picked up the first of three needles.

There wasn't going to be any clamp this time. I watched as Shaun lined the needle up; knowing that any second now the pain would rush back. His free hand took a firm grip on my shaft, just below where he was going to puncture my skin, and he squeezed with all his strength. I knew, by watching Shaun, when to inhale and when to exhale. Just as I began to exhale, the needle made contact and Shaun effortlessly guided it through the meat of my thing until the tip of the needle came through on the other side. He quickly dabbed away the blood to confirm that he'd come out exactly where the black mark had been placed. He was proud of himself for lancing my thing with perfection. The last two needles went as the first; painful yet bearable, probably due to the minor distraction at my tunnel. Once again both Masters took a look-see and they commended Shaun on his performance. It seems as if they were both quite pleased with the unexpected arrival of Shaun to their plantation.

All of the needles were then sprayed with some kind of liquid that was going to keep me and the needles clean and sterile until the free men returned to install the rings.

The butler and housekeeper came up for an up close and rather personal look at the needles. Both of them seemed amazed that the human body could be changed on the wants and desires of another person. "To bad," the housekeeper blunted stated; "this once was a nice looking manly cock, great for fucking and sucking. But now it ain't nothing more than a piece of sausage waiting for me to cook it. I got me one pair of slave balls to cook up in the morning and it's to bad we ain't got another set to go along with them, not to mention I can find me a good recipe for a cock and ball stew, if'n we had us a nice meaty

cock,"

Everyone in the room began laughing. All that is, except me and Jordan. Both,

the butler and housekeeper were quickly excused from the studio; as Shaun cleaned up the tray, getting it ready for later.

"When we leave, you slaves may have that time to use as your 'free time'; with the exception that the slave is to remain in the sling. Just remember that there will be no sexual contact between you two slaves. Now get up off your fucking knees and find something to do, unless you want a punishment session." Master Doc barked down at Jordan.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Master said as he moved over to rummage through one of the small dressers. "We need to keep the slave's hole nice and pretty for later on, so I'm thinking this "King Kong" plug should fit him quite nicely now."

I only got a glimpse of the damn thing before Master pushed it or should I say forced it, into my tunnel. I yelped behind the gag as the muscles stretched even further than before. The sheer weight of the plug was enough to send shockwaves of fear into my body. It had to weigh at least five pounds, if not more. I sure hope that I don't have to crawl around with it up my ass.

"I hope that my buddy down at the other place got the chance to box up all of my stuff," Shaun said, "I've got all my clothes and a bunch of goodies that will come in handy up at the barn. One of my favorite things is shaving boys and turning them into hairless slaves; with my straight razor. There's nothing better than to feel the hair glide off the skin of a taint little slave boy. I say this only because this slave (Jordan) is in dire need of a good shave and I'm just the man to give it to him."

There weren't any follow up comments to Shaun's; as the three men left us two slaves alone. Jordan quickly came to me and removed the latex mouth gag. My jaw was so sore, and I had to ask Jordan to massage my face so that the stiffness might subside.

As he gently soothed away the aches, Jordan continued to look, in total silence at my bound, suspended body. "I fucking can't believe that your Master is giving you all these new rings and stuff. I thought you looked great just the way you are. Are your nipples hurting you, all stretched out like this? Your balls are turning blue from all the stretching they've been getting tonight. Your eyes are all puffy from fussing and all. I need to get you cleaned up some, before they all come back. I'll get you something cold to drink. I hate to see you this way. I would rather have taken your place than to see you go through all of this."

I was glad when Jordan fell silent. I was beginning to think that Jordan really didn't mean a damn thing he said. There had to be some reason that Jordan never seemed to be getting the 'raw deal'. He got to suck and get fucked more than anyone that I've seen in the last few weeks. He's only had the one punishment session last week and that was all. There has to be more to his story than I know; but then, what the hell am I supposed to know. I mean, like he is most always with Master Doc. Jordan, ever since I met him, always seems to be on the side of the free men. Is Jordan some kind of snitch or something? I'm trying to be a good person, a good slave; but now I'm guessing that I'm doing it all, for all the wrong fucking reasons. Do you think that Master would ever think of selling me to somebody else? I heard what they all said and I bet if somebody flashed a wad of money around, I'd be gone in a fucking heart beat.

Jordan came back with a basin of warm water and a soft cloth and began rinsing away the sweat and stench from my body. His eyes didn't seem to be focused on any one thing in particular, and he wasn't saying anything. I had to talk with him now, as I don't know when another chance would arise. I must choose my words very carefully, lest he go and tell somebody everything that we discussed.

"Thanks Jordan, the warm water feels so good," I said trying to work my way into a more in depth conversation with him.

"You're most welcome John," came his reply.

"Did you ever meet Shaun back at the school, before he showed up here?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'd seen him around a few times, but I never had to be with him, if you know what I mean."

"I'm wondering," I started, choosing each word carefully. "Back at school, why'd you have to get all your decorations? It sounds as if Master Doc isn't one who likes to many rings and stuff." I asked with a sheepish tone in my voice.

"I was just as surprised as anybody," Jordan replied. "I think it had to do more with the Headmaster than anything. He's kind of freaky and he thinks all slaves must have rings. I'm hoping that in time my rings can come out for good; but I don't honestly see that ever happening. It's just a wish that I have. It's not that I don't like rings, but, well, you know, they always look better when they are on somebody else, like you for instance. I think you will always carry yourself well with your rings, which is more than I can say for myself."

Well, that answer sucks. I guess I'll try another question. "Why do you suppose Master lets the young kids use me? They all seem really excited every fucking time they are around me. Have they ever played with you?"

"Well no, they haven't 'played' with me; except the occasional grope or butt slap when I'm out cleaning the pool. I suppose your Master lets them 'play' with you so that you can get used to other men using your body. Afterall, you don't have much experience yet in all the ways to please a man. I'm sure that your Master will intensify your training so that you will one day even be able to bring pleasure and much joy to even the boys."

I should have gone on to another question, but for some reason I just had to

respond to what Jordan had just said. "I'm not comfortable having a bunch of

teenagers flaunt their freedom over me. I don't like having to think about sucking their cocks or letting them fuck me. If I'm older than they are, they shouldn't be allowed to even be around me. And what do you mean by 'Master will intensify my training'? Don't you think I've been put through enough? Wasn't all of this done just so I could get a true understanding of slavery? "

"Take it easy John Henry! One question at a time ole boy." Jordan began, with a degree of what I'd call dominance in his voice. "First off, you don't get to pick and choose who fucks you or whose cock you suck. It could be somebody who is even younger than those teenagers if you're Master so commands. You, as a slave have no say in the matter, or any matter as far as a Master is concerned. Besides, how is your Master going to find out which boy might just make a good slave or better yet a good Master. You heard what they said about their website! They are in this for the long haul and I'm positive that they'll be making a ton of cash from training and selling slaves. So just relax and let the boys enjoy 'playing' with your body. But, what I'm hearing a lot of is the words "I" and "my"; and you'd better get those fucking words out of your vocabulary pretty damn fast. There is no more 'my and I'! As far as your training goes; give me a fucking break, will ya! You haven't seen the half of it yet. You've got so much more to learn, it ain't funny! From what I hear, you ain't even sucking cock all that good yet; so just keep that in mind the next time you get one between your lips. Right off the top of my head, I'd say you got gallons of cum yet to go, before you can proclaim yourself as a good cocksucker. Not to mention you've got months and months of swallowing piss ahead of you, and perhaps if your Master is in a bad mood, He might just make you lick his butt after he takes a good healthy shit. Nothing worse than having shit streaks on your Master's skin. A slave like you will learn to accept anything that is required of you."

I could tell that Jordan was getting upset with me; although I didn't really care. I paused briefly and decided to change the subject matter for the time being. "Jordan, thanks man; I owe you one (not). What do you suppose they did with Mark?"

"Jesus, boy are you stupid or what!" Jordan shouted down at me. "Didn't you hear one fucking thing they were talking about all day long? Mark got his balls removed at Master Doc's clinic in town. The boy's father doesn't want him having balls so that he'd ever get the idea of fucking his brother, who is now going to be in charge of the dumb shithead. It wouldn't surprise me if they done something else to him, but I don't know nothing for sure, yet."

Confirming my suspicions about Mark, made my stomach churn. How can a father have his own son castrated? How can a brother be 'in charge'? Mark is at least three years older than his brother, so that doesn't sound right at all. But, the kid did make me service his cock earlier in the day, so perhaps it is true what Jordan is saying. Now I had to press on, and ask questions about me, yes me; the one who isn't supposed to think! Both of us remained silent, as Jordan continued wiping down my body, being somewhat careful as he cleaned around my puffy and grossly enlarged tunnel entrance, plugged with an obscene butt plug.

"Man, you sure know how to make a slave feel good Jordan. Thanks for being gentle on my body with the washcloth and all." I said once again in sort of an apologetic tone. "Do you think that the argument Master and my father had earlier is the end of their friendship? I remembered Jordan's admonishment about me asking to many questions at once.

"It sure sounded like it to me bro. I don't know what started them two fueding but it sure got hot in a hurry. I'm concerned a little bit though, just because of you. Your Master is the legal holder of your temporary placement papers and if he wanted to, you'd never see your dad ever again. I'd hate to see that happen, just because I'm thinking that you and your dad could make some sort of a good team. I'm not sure about the business end of it though, but I'm almost sure that you'd make him a proud slave owner."

I could have, and should have spoken up about Jordan's thinking I'd make a good slave for my dad, but I didn't. Instead, after a quick pause I fired off yet another question. "Who do you suppose would have sent Master a photograph of a cock and balls full of piercings?" By asking this question, I just might get an insight as to how much information Jordan is really privy to. He had told me weeks ago how much he knew about everything that went on aboard dad's ship; so I'm taking the chance that he just might know what the hell is going on around here as well.

"John Henry, I'm only speculating here, but I'd say that it is someone who has seen a picture of you and is a good friend of your Master. Most masters seem to gravitate towards the same goals and our are no different. A lot of masters share ideas with one another, such as that photograph. Perhaps whoever sent it to your Master has his own slave decorated like the cock and balls in the picture. It could even be a picture of the slave in question. But, on the other hand; let's just say that your Master has plans down the road to sell you off. In addition, let's just assume that the person, who wants to own you, likes a slave's thing and balls to look just like yours. So therefore, if your Master decorates you like the photograph and sends the man another photo of you all nice a pretty; the man, or Master, may just make up his mind to purchase your slave ass and then he'd own you permanently, not like now with your temporary papers. And of course you know that in American once a slave has permanent papers he or she can not be resold, EVER!"

Well, in fact I didn't know that. I didn't know a lot of things that Jordan was saying; but I did know that he had no reason to be lying to me, so I took it all as true and factual. I probably should have stopped right then and there and not asked anymore questions; but as it would turn out, I wasn't done yet. I hadn't used any previous time to ask questions and I didn't know when the next opportunity would present itself, SO THERE!

"So, Jordan; I guess that Shaun now has possession of the cottage and you and I are going to live permanently in the barn. Shaun probably has a mean streak a mile wide and I bet both of us will be in a world of hurt if either of us fucks up. I'd be better off back at school. At least I wouldn't have to be sleeping in straw." Then after a split second I dropped the big one on Jordan. "Hey, you never did tell me about you. Do you think that somebody will buy your slave ass, if your Master decides to sell off your temporary papers?"

There was a coldness that fell out of the sky, as Jordan was caught off guard by my question. You could hear the proverbial 'pin drop'. "There you go again John Henry; asking a mountain of questions that you don't even need be concerning yourself with. But since you asked; NO! I can't be sold off. Master Doc already holds my permanent papers. I'm His slave for life! He bought my papers while I was still aboard your old mans fucking boat. So there! Ya fucking happy now? You're the one that needs to worry about getting sold off. Hell, if I was your father, I'd buy your sorry fucking ass back and make you suffer all day long. I'd fuck you till your hole was big enough for a damn watermelon. Or I'd sell you off to some old lady so's she could bed with you. But who gives a shit! Once a slave, always a slave! That's my motto!"

After that exchange of words, Jordan ceased his washing; which was almost complete anyway. I watched him storm away to empty the wash basin. He was pissed, really pissed; and it showed. He walked so fast that his cheeks were rubbing together, swishing as it were; just like one of the fairy queens we had in senior high.

I had enough info now that I needed time to process it all. I wasn't supposed to process nothing, nada, zilch. When Jordan returned he seemed to be a lot calmer and he reminded me that it wasn't up to me what happens to me at any given time. He told me in a rather polite way that I should simply forget about "this ridiculous conversation", and concentrate on being the best 'slave pussy' that I could possibly be.

The sound of laughter filled the hallway, outside the studio. Their voices were loud; louder than I'd ever heard them. It sounded as if Master had gotten out of his anger mood and was now feeling much better.

The three men entered and it was apparent that they'd had a few drinks. They weren't drunk or nothing; but the odor of alcohol was permeating from their clothes.

Jordan quickly put the gag back in my mouth and knelt in submission to his Master.

Shaun went right between my legs, as if he was more than eager to install the

rings.

My Master once again took His place next to my chest, just as Shaun began installing the rings; in the same order in which he'd begun the piercings.

The needles seemed to slide out quite easily, which must have been attributed to the stuff Shaun had sprayed on earlier. One by one, a ring was used to push the needle out of my body.

I could feel the rings above my anal piercing and I knew instantly that they were almost the same identical size, but perhaps a tad smaller. I watched intently as Shaun began guiding the rings into place on the bottom side of my thing. The ring nearest the cinch ring was the largest and they progressively got smaller as they were installed, leading up to the head of the thing.

There were a total of nine, smaller rings, which went completely around the ridge of my thing. They were all the same size, which made the thing look rather majestic.

The three bars that ran through the shaft were the most difficult for me to endure. There is so much 'meat' that the needle and the bar have to travel through, that there is simply no way not to experience the pain and discomfort.

Everyone beamed with overwhelming delight at all of my new rings and bars. I even thought that Shaun had done a grand job, but I sort of wished that none of them were on my thing; Jordan's yes, just not mine.

"The slave needs to piss soon, so that the piss tube can clean itself out." Shaun said.

"Yes, I'll see to it that the slave pisses before he sleeps," replied Master. "We'll have the slave tidy up, so why don't you retire for the night Shaun. You've had a long and prosperous day and you look as if a good nights sleep is in order." Shaun wasted no time, as he excused himself and made a hasty retreat. Master Doc, on the other hand started up a conversation with Master; as Jordan remained kneeling and I was left bound to the sling.

From their chat, I learned that the website went up on time, without flaws, without problems. It took less than five minutes before Master's acquaintances were logged onto the website. It took less than fifteen minutes before the first 'paying' customer signed up. Within thirty minutes there had been 106 subscriptions sold and there were over a dozen of the 'elite' group online looking at the new website and emailing Master about 'this and that'. They seemed anxious to return to the upstairs office and find out for themselves what had since transpired. One thing for sure, they were making money off of naked boys and slaves.

Master Doc and Jordan were the first to leave, assuming that they were going to go upstairs and fool around with the website.

Master came up and removed the mouth gag; and as He did such, He commented on

how proud He was of me for the way I maintained a good and proper slave mentality throughout the entire piercings session. I was told that I'd be sleeping in the studio bed for tonight; as sleeping on straw just might agitate the new decorations. Now that was a blessing in disguise for sure!

Master released my wrists from the chains and it was such a good feeling to be able to shake the soreness out. I hadn't realized just how much tension had been placed on my shoulders and in my armpits.

I was a bit surprised at first when Master left my ankles high and wide. But, before I knew it, the humongous plug had been removed and replaced with three of Master's fingers.

As his fingers roamed around inside what must by now be the human version of the Grand Canyon, he used his free hand to release all of the other bindings. I looked down as close to my tits as possible and realized just how much longer they had been stretched. Now I could understand the word 'teats', which Master had occasionally used when referring to stretching my nipples. It was a monumental relief to have my balls and thing surviving on their own, without the chains holding them up.

Master had located my 'hard spot' which sent a signal to my thing; which began pulsing and bobbing all by itself. I knew what was coming and I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensual effects. My balls strained against their own confinement, as the inner fluids began to make the journey. Master's fingers began what I can only describe as a 'frantic attack on the hard spot.' Several minutes later, my thing erupted in a most magnificent way; sending slave cum all up and down my chest.

I cleaned Master's fingers, like a good slave and He then released my ankles from their chains. Master helped me off the sling and onto the floor into my hands and knee position. He quickly placed a bucket beneath my thing and told me to stay put until I'd flushed out the thing.

It was a much needed relief to piss, although it was rather like being an animal in many ways. From there Master led me over to the bed, where once again I found myself chained by my wrists and ankles to the four corners, but not before Master had put the cannon ball sized plug back into my tunnel.

The lights went out, sending the room into total darkness; with only the last words of the day; "Good slave, sleep well."

I had much to think about, many avenues to explore, feelings and emotions to deal with and understand.

To Be continued

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