Sail Away

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Sail Away Chapter Fifty One

The odor of food cooking on the outdoor grill began to fill the entire slave barn, as I remained bound on the floor for all to witness. The barn was silent as everyone, including Mark's brother had gone outside to partake in the 'festivities'. If I concentrated long and hard enough, I could catch an occasional whimper coming from Mark's stall.

By the crescendo of everyone's voice I could tell that the cookout was into what was now a very festive atmosphere. Once, perhaps twice I sensed that someone had come back into the barn to check up on the two of us. I couldn't see anything except the heavy wooden beams of the ceiling above my body; so to even begin to guess who it was, was of no value. I can say with a great deal of certainty that I myself, was feeling the pangs of hunger.

I could only hope for a much better night. My eyes were closed, as I contemplated my daily existence. I'd come a long way, now accepting myself as being the who and the what. If it wasn't for all of the unknowns I would probably have felt much better a long, long, time ago. It was foolish and futile for me to think that I had any right, what so ever, to be 'kept in the loop'. There was nothing that I needed to know, if I was to survive my new world. What any free person said or did was of no concern to me. I had to strive to believe in myself and my abilities, rather than waste time wondering what was next, who was next, etc, etc. But I could go for a nice hot juicy hamburger, since that was about all I was smelling.

The noise from the crowd began to dwindle, and I could readily see that someone had begun to turn on a few lights inside the barn. Like a pack of rats, the five porno kids came running into my stall. They were all bright eyed and smiling, as they surrounded my nakedness.

As if on command, they grabbed their respective cocks and began pissing all over my body; from the toes to the nose. The smell of all the urine permeated the air, not to mention soaking the straw which I lay upon. One of the teens moved up and squatted over my face, telling me to lick his ass. I complied without hesitation.

Another of the teens began to take little swats at my vertically bound thing,

which sent shivers of agony into my gut. Yet, another thought he'd amuse himself by getting down next to me, in the piss soaked straw and began tugging on my nipple rings. I think it was the oldest of the group that reached beneath me, and yanked out my butt plug without as much as considering the potential consequences of his actions.

One by one, they each replaced one another until all of them had used my tongue for a human replacement for toilet paper. Not long after that, was when I discovered that the remained of the adults, including Mark's brother had either entered my stall or where hanging over the short wall which enclosed my space. Well, not all. Master Doc and Alan's mom along with my mom had departed to the main house. I was mentally thankful for such a favor.

Then surprisingly, Alan, Shaun, Jordan and my Master all came forward; standing over me like giants, they all released their own piss, once again filling the stall with the fragrance of free men.

"Does everyone see!" Shouted Shaun. "I was told about this slaves inability to comprehend his life; and as I've watched him all week long just so his master didn't become even more disappointed in him, I'm here to tell all of you that this slave is disrespectful, lazy, self serving, puffed with self pride and a whole list of other unacceptable aspects of a good slave's life."

Man oh man, what the fuck had I done to deserve such a verbal lashing from Shaun? Surely he would have corrected me long before this if I'd screwed up.

"Gentlemen, what you see laying before you is a slave that has forgotten one of his most important obligations."

Turning immediately to Alan, Shaun asked; "has this slave thanked you for the

valuable time you spent with him earlier?" Alan could only answer with a 'no'.

Wheeling back around, facing the majority of the teenagers, he asked; "has this slave thank any of you for allowing him the pleasure of sharing your asshole with him? Has he thanked you for sharing your piss with him?"

The teens were momentarily silenced, but it was long enough for Shaun to answer for them. "No, Sir, he hasn't thanked us for anything Sir."

I knew he wasn't going to ask my Master the same line of questions; as it might have gotten him in trouble.

"A good and proper slave must always thank a free man for each and everything

the slave receives!" Barked Shaun, just like a drill sergeant.

"Now then, as punishment the slave shall receive from all of you, six strokes of the cane, or the whip, or the paddle." My sentence was sealed when I heard Shaun speak those words. "Any part of the slave's body is fair except for the slaves head. Caution should be used when administering a punishment to his worthless cock and balls."

In a flash Shaun left my stall, but was back equally as fast. In his hands he

held the implements of my corrective lesson. If my math was correct, I was to receive a total of forty eight strikes, somewhere on my body. I was concerned when I saw Master releasing my ankle restraints; which would now free up my butt cheeks for the lesson in manners.

Four of the five teenagers went relatively easy on me. They seemed content to

use the paddle on my butt; alternating back and forth from cheek to cheek. The fifth and oldest of the teens used the paddle to administer three ear splitting whacks to each of the bottoms of my feet. My feet felt like they were ablaze with no relief in sight.

Shaun yanked the paddle out of the boys hand with a fiery look on his face. "Now we shall begin again!" He barked. "Do all of you see what I mean about the slave's manners? Did he once consider it an honor and privilege to receive your love and attention? Since he has failed, once again, to thank each of you separately; please feel free to show the slave your disappointment. Maybe next time, the slave will be more diligent in his duties as a waste of flesh."

I thought that my screams and begging would have been sufficient enough to let them all know that I was sorry for my transgressions; but apparently that wasn't the way I was to respond. My feet and butt were still ablaze when Shaun handed one of the youth what looked to me like a wooden stick.

My ankles were grabbed and pushed towards my head, exposing even more of my butt. Shaun touched the backs of my legs, pointing out the best place (s) for the boy to strike my flesh; thus causing the most amount of pain with the least amount of physical damage. I saw Alan standing next to Jordan, both watching with interest; yet neither of them appeared to be displaying any signs of sympathy towards me. Master, being the tallest of them all was easily seen standing behind the group watching intently as His slave was getting a lesson on manners. Silent, motionless and without expression, He stood firm and resolute; knowing, as I did, that this lesson was long overdue.

The group of boys seemed overjoyed, at the fact of being made part of my lesson. They were goading one another on; as each of them boosted that 'they' would be the one to leave the reddest mark on my body.

I watched in horror as the boy took a step back, measuring himself and the cane from my body. As much as I wanted to close my eyes and wish the whole thing would just go away; I couldn't. I watched his arm pull back and heard the swoosh of the cane as it came toward me.

I let loose with a blood curdling scream, as the cane landed on the back of my thigh. It felt as if a thousand bees had just stung me. The teenagers began

laughing at me, or so I thought. It wasn't but a mille-second before I realized that they were all laughing because I'd just pissed all over myself. I looked over at the kid that had just landed the first of many terrorizing blows and saw that he had a raging stiffy. Five more lashes, and I was quickly reduced to a whimpering, blubbering slave. The boy stood over me, beaming from ear to ear; with a droplet of pre-ejaculate beaded on the end of his cute cock.

As I saw him hand the cane to the next in line, the only thing that came to mind was, "Sir, thank you for showing this slave the errors of his ways, Sir."

With each group of strokes, came more screams and pleadings; but the end result was always the same; "Sir, thank you for showing this slave the errors of his ways, Sir."

Thankfully, Jordan was not among those who administered my lesson, nor was my

Master. The only remaining two were Shaun and Alan. I wasn't sure if Alan would even partake in the lesson, but I damn well knew that Shaun would. I saw Master pull one of the teens aside and whisper something into his ear; which sent the kid out of my stall.

Alan made his way up to me and his face showed concern mixed with a little twinkle in his eyes. I knew that I had transgressed against him too; but I wasn't at all expecting him to administer a portion of the lesson.

Shaun rudely grabbed Alan's hand and placed a short whip into it. Shaun made mention that if the whip was to strike any already marked skin that it may cause the skin to break. He pointed to several 'available', yet painful areas on my legs; mainly the front of them; as he had the two who were holding my ankles bring my legs back out straight. I was surprised that Shaun didn't allow them to lower my legs to the ground; but from the rough straw already making contact with my butt, I was to be thankful for the 'small favor'.

Shaun stepped away, as Alan draped the whip ends over the top of my right leg, adjusting his own distance. I, regardless of the rules of protocol, looked Alan square in his eyes, and knew that he had some, not much, reservations about doing what he was about to do. I knew that he'd never punished any of his

household slaves before and I was positive that he wasn't going to be doing this with perfection. Just before he raised his arm, I could see an expression of pain and anguish stream across his own face. It was then, only then, that I knew that Alan was only doing this so that Shaun and Master wouldn't consider him to be a weakling.

The whip struck with not much ferocity, but stung nonetheless. Alan got admonished by Shaun for not 'putting effort into his lesson'. Alan's second lashing, wrapped itself over the top of, and down the side of my leg. I let out yet another scream, as tears flowed like tap water. I could plainly see that Alan's eyes had begun to water as well.

After the third lash had left its' mark, the teenage boy returned to my stall

and had brought Mark in with him. Master shoved Mark to the front of my stall, whereby he could plainly see what was happening to me. Master told him to watch and to pay attention; as any transgressions on his part would result in the same form of corrective actions.

I rolled my eyes backwards, which gave me a close view of Mark from his knees

up. His bandage had been removed, when I don't know, but the area beneath his thing was black and blue, void of any signs that he'd ever had a scrotum. Mark's Prince Albert glimmered in the artificial light like a beacon. Matter of fact, all of the rings that I could see, twinkled brightly. He was standing, with his hands behind his head, legs spread wide, with his head pointing down towards the floor; allowing me to see his face. He looked awful, to say the least. I don't know what he's been put through but I don't think he'd been getting much sleep, if any.

Unlike Jordan, I didn't consider myself a 'pain pig'; but after so many hits with the paddle, the cane and now the whip, the pain didn't seem to be as bad as it initially started off as.

By the time Alan had finished his six lashes, his eyes had begun to overflow and his hand was trembling. Shaun, silent, took the whip from Alan; as I mustered up strength to thank Alan for showing me the 'errors of my way'.

The first, lightning quick lash from Shaun found its' mark directly in my left armpit. It was excruciating and I could feel the skin begin to blister. The

remaining lashes were focused on my abdomen, which in itself, doesn't leave a slave in the best of emotional shape. I was coughing and crying at the same time that my stomach was churning and I just knew that I was going to puke at any moment.

I struggled to get my head up from the floor, turning it sideways just as the

contents of my stomach lurched forth. Thankfully, nobody was in jeopardy of my vomit landing on them.

"Sir, thank you Sir, for showing this slave the errors of his ways, Sir." I meekly, but effectively was able to get out.

Shaun cast the whip aside as he quickly took hold of Mark's thing and commanded him to piss. Like a dog, Mark pissed without hesitating. Shaun made sure that he himself guided Mark's thing all over my face. "Sir, thank you Sir." I replied, as I'd been taught.

I only had Master left, to show me that I'd done wrong. However, Master ordered everyone out of my stall, except for Mark. His eerie silence, piercing eyes, strong body and mind; left me to ponder what was coming next.

"Go quickly now!" Said my Master to Mark; "Fetch the bucket and get this straw removed quickly, and then replace it with clean."

"Sir, yes Sir," Mark squeaked out as he quickly stepped around my body and that of Master.

I dare not seek out Master's eyes; not after what I'd just gone through. Mark

returned with two rather large buckets and by using his two hands was soon finished with removing all of the smelly and filthy straw. I must have gone somewhere other than here; as I hadn't noticed the stench or the filth.

I noticed Shaun coming by the outer wall of the stall, stopping only briefly to toss in a fresh bale of the prickly straw. Mark hastily spread out the fresh straw, with Master rolling me from side to side; enabling the straw to be spread beneath me. Not that I may have known an easier way to do the task, as I was doing my utmost NOT to think anymore.

Master retrieved something from his pocket, which looked like a small tube of

toothpaste; well, it was shaped the same way anyway. He began to apply the cream from the tube onto my welts and cuts. It stung like hell, but I withheld any indications of it causing me discomfort. I couldn't see myself, yet, but the ointment left me to believe that I was really bad off. It wasn't as bad as the actual corrective lesson I just had, but it left a lasting impression in my mind.

Master handed Mark my butt plug and ordered him take it out and get it cleaned up and lubricated. Mark dutifully replied and was off like a bolt of lightning.

"You did well my slave. I'm quite proud of you." Master said, leaning over me. "I could have stopped your lesson, but what good would that have done? I, too, am at fault for failing to correct your errors when they occurred."

Master's tone of voice and the manner in which he spoke was soothing. "I purposely left you alone this week so that you might contemplate your new world.

And, I wanted Shaun to get used to you and Mark without a great deal of interruptions. Shaun seems to have taken a liking to you, which is understandable; considering the slaves good looks, and the slave's background. Alan tells me that the two of you had a great 'free time', and that pleases me immensely."

Yikes, I hope that Alan didn't tell him everything that I'd said. That just might cause some problems for me down the road.

"Your mother seems to be taking all of this in stride and in a respectable fashion as well. She tells me that at first she was embarrassed to see your nakedness but that she understood the reasoning behind it. I'm sure that she has

much more to tell you, but that must wait until your next 'free time'."

Mark came back, handing Master the grease covered butt plug. Master held it up, so that I, too, could see the massive image. "I'm grateful that you are able to accept this plug; as it tells me that you've accepted the fact that your body no longer belongs to you. You have learned much in the last month, and I'm holding out high hopes that you continue your education. Such progress can only be a good thing; as it will also enable this other slave to follow your example. More and more slaves will be coming here, and I don't want to have to worry that they will become a burden to Shaun and any others which may be used to teach them the proper life. Your presence allows Shaun to settle in and he has assumed his role as "Headmaster' quite nicely. He has given me much needed advice on the expected process to break and train any and all new slaves; into their respective new worlds."

I listened with eagerness, accepting each and every word as gospel. When Master fell silent, I knew that he was preparing to insert the plug back into the body of His slave. The coolness of the grease, felt great. Master eased, ever so slowly, the plug into my tunnel until the outer lips grasped the narrowest part. For whatever reason, I felt better now that the plug was back in its proper place.

I'm almost positive that I surprised my Master, when I softly said; "Master thank you Master." I could feel my anal muscles sucking on the plug, as a flood of warmth rushed over my prone body.

"Tomorrow morning, after meal time, we will meet upstairs in the main house. Your mother wants to witness your eagerness and desire to please your Master." That said, Master leaned over and kissed my lips. He stood tall as He turned and exited my stall, and the barn.

Mark's brother came and collected him; and they appeared not to be heading for Mark's stall. Alan came into my stall, carrying something rather large under his arm.

"I'm going to be staying here tonight, with the slave," Alan said as he began

unfolding what appeared to be an old canvas army cot.

After the cot was set up, Alan took little time to release the remaining chains which had held me captive. Just having my thing free, felt like a gift. "I

suppose the slave needs to eat, so let's get going. I've got your meal all ready for you."

Slowly and painfully, I rolled over and got on my hands and knees, following close behind my friend. I was surprised that he hadn't brought my meal into the stall, but I was thankful that I had the chance to get up off the straw. We went out the slave entrance and towards one of the picnic tables. Indeed, we were all alone. I caught a glimpse of Mark and his brother nearing the back gate of the main house and I saw the shadowy outline of Shaun as he embarked on his way to the cottage.

Alan took my big metal bowl off of the table and set in on the ground in front of me. I was overcome with joy, with what he had put in the bowl. "Sir, thank you Sir!" I feasted on two juicy cheeseburgers, a small handful of potato chips, chopped up celery, pieces of carrot; and my water bowl was filled to capacity with Pepsi Cola.

Alan sat on the bench right next to me, as I ate; running his two hands up and down my back, not wanting to touch my bruised and battered butt. The softness of his skin, while I ate was overwhelmingly relaxing. I ate slow enough to prolong the attention he was affording me, as well as to enjoy the scrumptious meal as long as I could.

"Did the slave like its' meal?" Asked Alan.

"Sir, Oh yes Sir" I properly replied.

"Let's see about getting you properly cleaned up, shall we." He half asked.

I followed Alan into the shower area and again he surprised me by doing my enema himself. He was gentle and supportive to my welted butt and the surrounding areas. When he returned the butt plug, he did it with almost the same generous consideration as had my Master.

Another surprise came when Alan stripped naked and turned on the overhead shower. He even had the water temperature set to a mildly warm setting which really was a shock to me; as I was expecting the normal 'cold shower' that I'd become accustomed to.

Warm water, liquid soap and Alan's soft hands washed away any remnants of my earlier lesson. He even washed my head, as if I'd had a full head of hair; which seemed odd, but rather pleasing.

When he was done washing me, he stood up and began to wash himself. His cock was right in front of me, yearning for attention. I suckled his cock the entire time he stood beneath the cascade of warm waters. It never got really erect, but I knew that he was enjoying the attention that I was giving to his manhood.

Once the water had shut off, and right before Alan stepped out of the shower area, I leaned down to his two feet and kissed them; saying "Sir, thank you Sir."

"We'd best not towel the slave off, as it would only fester the cuts and bruises even more so." He said with a sympathy tone to his voice.

Like a proper slave, I reached for a towel and from my kneeling position began to towel dry Alan. I hesitated briefly, but after seeing the look in Alan's

face, I carefully and respectfully dried off his cock and balls. Alan took the towel from my hands and dried off the upper torso and his hair.

"Your master left me with the cream for your abrasions, so let's get this part over with as quickly as possible." Alan applied the ointment with the lightest of touch, which he laughingly called it the 'gay way'. It didn't sting nearly as much as the first application, but it did smart some.

I noticed that Alan's clothes had just been dumped onto the floor, and I took

the opportunity to pick them up and fold them the best I knew how; putting them on one of the nearby stools. I'm pretty sure that Alan appreciated my willingness to do something without having to of been told to do it. But, he didn't say 'thanks' but then again, I'm sure that after having slaves around your house you don't always feel the need to be thanking them for what they do;

after all, a slave is supposed to do, with what he is trained to do without any need for compliments.

Alan walked slowly back towards my stall, with me right behind him; just like an obedient puppy dog. Once we were in the confines of the four walls Alan spoke, "This night shall be one that I remember for years to come, if not for perhaps my entire life."

I was finding it much easier not to think. I can listen, understand and obey;

all without thinking. Could this all lead to a better life for me? I dare not ponder the possibilities.

Alan had me assume my 'sleep' position, while he watched from the edge of his

cot. It had, after all, been a long day for me, not to mention seeing mom and Alan; with a corrective session tossed in.

Alan stood up just as soon as I'd gingerly lain prone on the bed of straw. He

stood over me like a towering Greek God. He positioned himself so that his feet were spread wide on either side of my head. He slowly began to ease himself down and it became clear what his initial intentions were.

Alan's nutsack made contact with my mouth, and I opened wide to accept, not one, but both of his balls. Beyond the smell of the soap, the fragrance of his

manliness quickly spread throughout my brain. I lost myself in the task at hand, and it was nirvana. Only once or twice did I hear him verbalize his feelings. With my eyes closed, my brain working in overdrive; I never felt Alan locate his hands all the way down to the sides of my waist. The next sensation I feel is his mouth sucking away on one of my balls. It was the most titillating sensation that I'd felt in days or perhaps weeks. He seemed not to have any difficulty in getting both of my balls, with their rings, into his mouth and the tidal wave of lust cascaded over me; washing away any remaining feelings from the whipping I'd had less than two hours ago. It only created a passion within me to worship his nuts even better. My own thing was straining to become totally rigid, but the cinch ring, piercings and my Prince Albert seemed to be the restraining factor.

Alan moved from my balls, to any and every free piece of skin on my shaft. His tongue was moist and warm; continuously elevating my desire, need, want to deliver my slave seed to the world. He slowed down just long enough to elev ate his hips, popping his balls from my mouth. A slight adjustment on his part and now his cock presented itself to me. This time, the scenario was a little

different and with him spread out on top of me, working his hips; it didn't take to long before I'd consumed every inch of his manhood. My throat muscles were working in perfect stride with each thrust he made. I was elated that he had been able to keep his body above mine, without allowing the two to contact each other. That would have been a painful situation, considering the welts and broken skin on my stomach.

Alan managed to get his tongue flickering over, in and out and around the piss slit of my thing; which by now was twitching, as if it had a mind of its own. My balls began to ache, from the need to move seed from point A to point B; but the cinch ring and the other steel bands made it nearly impossible. If and when I made a sound it wasn't all from any pleasure I was being given; but mostly just from the aches and pains coming from the captive balls.

Alan pressed on; moving once again up and down the shaft; this time oblivious to all of my piercings. He moved back to sucking on my balls, while he increased his speed thrusting harder and harder against my face.

I knew he was about to 'drain the swamp' merely by the pulsating of his cock.

Little did I know, or understand, that we were about to have a joint climax.

Just before Alan dumped his seed, he placed his mouth over the entire tip of my thing; Prince Albert and all. Holding his body up with just one hand, his other hand massaged my balls until we both shuttered and moaned; stiffening our respective bodies while his man seed and my slave seed spewed endlessly. His sperm tasted better this time than it had the first time.

He eased himself off of me, only to present his butt to my mouth. I licked it

like an ice cream cone. Alan squirmed just a little as my tongue made contact with his pucker and he seemed pleased that I didn't hesitate to administer to his desires. I was able to get my tongue inside of him, noticing the taste was something that I'd really have to acquire in order to become the best of the best.

By the time he raised himself off of me, his cock was once again semi-rigid. He twisted and turned, presenting me with his cock. I knew from this afternoon, what was expected of me. I swallowed every single drop of his piss and didn't waste time 'thinking' about it.

Now laying alongside me, he began to bath my nipples in passionate kissing and sucking. The rings were so big that they had no ill effect on his efforts to drive me insane. From one tit to the other, back and forth; until most of my upper chest was covered in sweat and saliva. I hadn't realized that I had placed both of my arms around Alan, in what one might consider a passionate manner; allowing my hands to venture down to the sweet, soft cheeks of Alan's butt. I moved my head and found his armpit, which I lavished in soft endearing kisses.

What seemed like only minutes was in reality over an hour; and Alan brought our activity to a halt. As he stood, I quickly knelt; kissing both of his beautiful naked feet; followed by, "Sir, thank you Sir."

Alan moved over to the cot and the last thing I remember before falling into the best sleep ever, was him saying to me, "Good night, my good and obedient slave."

There were no dreams, no nightmares, no thinking this night; just much needed

rest. Tomorrow would prove to be another exciting, humiliating, and sex filled day. My world was moving faster than ever, but I'm bound and determined to take each day, each situation with a great deal more zeal than ever before. Maybe, just maybe, life IS better when I don't 'think'. Sail Away Chapter 52

The night, my sleep, was softly interrupted by the gentleness of Alan stroking my chest with his own two hands. His boyish smile, greeted me as my eyes filtered through the haze of awakening.

"Remember slave that you are not in any form of 'free time' so make sure you adjust your thought process accordingly." Alan said in a hushed voice.

I heard the faint sounds of at least one other, now in the slave barn. I knew

that the passionate experience last night was now just a fond memory, one which I too will keep with me forever.

Alan jumped from his cot and scampered over to where I'd folded his clothes the night before. I watched as he stepped into those cute undies and pulled his jeans up over them. He took a brief amount of time to blindly straighten out his hair, before going over to where the other people were.

Moments later I saw Mark and his brother walking towards the shower area; well, Mark was actually being pulled along behind a thick chain leash which had been attached to his Prince Albert. By the sounds coming from the shower area, it left me with a big impression that Mark's brother was still being cruel towards him. I could only hope that Shaun or my Master would intervene on Mark's behalf.

With such a night, being disciplined, I affirmed to myself to improve drastically. I had come to the realization that indeed I had slacked off over the last days. I quickly assumed the proper position for greeting Master or a free man. My butt was up high, facing the entry way to the stall, my head was touching the floor and my arms were also making contact with the floor. Anyone who entered was to be greeted in such a manner, as to say that the only thing this slave has to offer is his body, which includes his ass.

Thankfully, I'd made the right decision at just the right time; as soon thereafter a shiny set of black boots appeared directly in front of my head. I brought my head up just enough so that I could kiss each of them in a manner worthy of His homage. "Rise slave and follow me," came the demanding words from Master.

Crawling behind Master gave me my first opportunity to notice the work done yesterday. There were lots of iron or steel rings placed all over the place, as additional rings and chains hung from the ceiling in several key areas used for training and discipline. As I looked around it was an odd feeling that came over me, just knowing that Jordan and me had worked in here for nearly a week, in a sense helping to create and build our own living spaces.

Crawling down to the shower area, I could see outside and noticed that some of the teenagers were all sitting around on one of the picnic tables; apparently drinking their morning coffee. What I would give for a cup of the hot stuff right now.

Nearing the shower area, the sounds of voices became clearer. The distinct tone of Mark's brother was more than evident, as he was still berating his brother. Shaun was also present but he was only sporadically making comments.

By the time we reached the showers, Mark was hanging by his ankles; now completely outfitted with steel wrist and ankle restraints. His neck was encased in a rather thick and wide iron collar with six large rings spaced evenly around the circumference.

I remember the one or two times that I'd been inverted at school, and knew exactly how the slave was feeling. To see his thing dangling downward, without having a scrotum, sent shivers down my spine. That's one thing that I'd never

wish on anybody, not even a slave.

Mark has an enema hose going directly into his tunnel, from one of the standard spigots. I'm assuming that he is receiving one of those 'deep cleanings' that I had to experience.

As Master proceeded to speak with Shaun, I watched with interest as Mark's slim body began to bulge from the influx of tap water. No sooner did Mark begin to moan, that his brother shoved a black butt plug into the slave's mouth; silencing him for the most part.

Shaun stepped over towards me; which I had no reason to believe I was or had done anything 'yet' to summon his mean streak. He stopped, faced me, and stood firm. Immediately my reactionary instincts took over and I kissed his boots with as much reverence as I had done moments ago to my Master.

Shaun moved back, which allowed me the clear view of Mark once more. His brother had removed the hose and had just told his brother that he needed to retain the water for as long as possible. I know, as you do, that it isn't as easy as some folk's think it is. Mark began to twist and turn, as his brother moved back to a safe distance.

Ass slime went straight up, and back down; in huge spurts as the slave evacuated his bowels. It fell on the tile floor as well as landing on the slave. The same hose that had been shoved down the slave's tunnel was used to rinse the slave off; just prior to being re-inserted for a second, third and fourth filling. The last expulsion of water came out clear as glass; which brought an end to Mark's cleansing.

"Now slave," Master said, speaking directly to me, "Today you are responsible

for seeing to it that the new slave's body is squeaky clean."

I scurried into the shower, AFTER I'd properly responded to Master's directive. Shaun had set the water temperature, which turned out to be not so bad. It

wasn't cold, but had enough hot water mixing with it to take the chill off.

I was given the liquid soap and a wash cloth, with which to perform my assignment. I knelt in front of the slave and began washing him, but it wasn't until I moved around behind him that I noticed his butt was black and blue. Somebody, most likely Shaun and his own brother had used the 'frat paddle' on him. I couldn't bring myself to use the wash cloth so I simply squeezed some of the soap into the palms of my hands and massaged his beaten skin. I did the same thing when it came time to wash the slave's thing and well, you know; where his balls once were.

It was then, while washing Mark that I began to understand the 'slave mentality' part of life. We, as slaves must take care of one another. We have the foremost responsibility to please our Masters but we MUST take care of one another. Regardless if one is a sex slave or a worker slave; each of us, down to the last slave, must assure ourselves that we are doing whatever possible to make all the other slaves feel useful in their new world. To forgo our fellow slaves, would be like tossing them to the wolves. We must align ourselves with each other, we must tend to the smallest needs and wants of one another and above all else, we must honor and love one another. I felt a personal warmth flow within my soul, as this new revelation came to light.

No sooner than I had finished bathing Mark, Shaun turned the water off and ordered me out of the shower. I knelt there, next to Master; with the water from the shower dripping off my body. Shaun came at Mark with a large mug of shaving soap and his bristle brush and lathered the slave from toenail to the top of his naked head. The bright light of the shower sparkled off of the straight razor Shaun was going to use to rid Mark of the stubble which he'd acquire over the past week. It was over with in just a matter of minutes.

While watching the expert shaving, I hadn't noticed the arrival of Master Doc

and Jordan. They weren't exactly close by; but close enough to observe the proceedings. Mark was given one final rinse, with cold water and Shaun quickly

released the chains from the slave's ankles, gently dropping Mark to the floor.

I was amazed, no; I was stunned to see how fast Mark got to his hands and knees and kissed Shaun's feet, followed by a most humble 'thank you.'

"Come on slave, I don't have all fucking day to let you play like a baby!" Marks younger brother barked.

As Mark turned to crawl off of the tiled flooring, his brother clipped a leash onto his collar and began rather forcefully to lead him outside for his morning meal. I did feel sadness for Mark, and could only hope that his brother, one day, would settle down and not be so cruel to him. I vowed that I would try and sooth away any pain, any mental anguish that Mark incurred by the wrath of his brother.

Master Doc turned and followed the two; stating that he wanted to inspect the

slave's rings and his recent operation. Jordan stayed behind, in a proper slave posture; while I was shoved into the shower. Like Mark, I was strung up by my ankles; amazed that the workers had apparently installed electrical hoist in more places than I already knew about.

The responsibility of my enema was left to Jordan. I was filled three times, before the water flowed clean. By now, getting hosed out was becoming so regular that I can't even remember when the last time was that I had a worldly urge to take a dump. I guess a body gets rather accustomed to such changes over time. After Jordan rinsed me off, he stepped aside; kneeling between Master and Shaun.

I half expected Shaun to release my ankles, but that wasn't the case. Alan came forward and even inverted, as I was, I watched as Alan shed his own clothes. He adjusted the water to suit himself, and went right to work giving me a complete scrubbing.

Immediately following my bath, I thanked Alan; and was led out to the morning

meal by a leash attached to my Prince Albert. By the time I'd gotten outside, Mark was already having the final binding placed on him and the pole with the large dildo on it was about to be rammed up his tunnel. His brother had already taken his seat on the cart and was directing the teenagers below. I watched in horror as the dildo was shoved up Mark's ass with the free end firmly attached to the cart. What I hadn't planed on seeing, was that Mark had been fitted with some kind of leather head gear which made him look like a beast of burden. It even had a one of those things, one might see when around horses; the thing that goes into a horse's mouth so the rider can steer better.

I hadn't had my first bite of food, and I heard the swish of air from behind Mark, as his brother cracked a whip on Mark's lower back; yelling at him to 'getter up'. I watched in shock as Mark struggled to pull the cart and his brother up the incline. I made note of Mark's situation.

As I ate, the sounds of the boys seemed to come and go. I knew that Alan was sitting close by, as I could see his cute, adorable legs and feet. I'd hoped for more time with Jordan, but for some reason it appeared that maybe they were trying to separate the two of us. I must say, Jordan looked well rested and happy when I saw him earlier.

After completing the meal, I had expected my standard bowl of water; but as luck would have it, water wasn't on the menu this morning. Instead, by the graciousness of the heavens, a mug of hot steaming coffee was placed on the ground next to my meal bowl. I didn't look up to see who placed it there, but I knew.

Once my hunger and thirst had been satiated, I rose to my knees and properly gave thanks to the only male there; Alan. They were never, EVER, going to punish me again for forgetting my manners.

One of the boys came and said something to Alan. Alan giggled and laughed at what was said; but I wasn't concerned at this point. Since I hadn't seen Master Doc since before my meal, I'm guessing that he along with some of the boys had returned to the main house. Jordan soon appeared, kneeling on all fours, next to me as his meal was given to him; and I couldn't help but to think if Mark had already been fed. That would have been the least his brother could have done for him before making him the 'morning pony'.

I was excited that Master was along side of me. Just His presence seemed to calm any and all anxieties that I may have had. And, by now I was well adapt at smelling him, even if I wasn't able to see him. He has the most overpowering scent of a man that one can imagine.

I was suddenly struck with the fact that I was attracted to three men; one of

which is a slave and one is my Master, and the third one was Alan. Not bad really, considering the fact that a month ago I wasn't even looking at a male;

thinking of ways in which to please him and even 'worship' him. But, I knew that my life had already been decided for me and as a slave there was absolutely nothing in the world that I could do about it, except run away; which at the moment, I had no intentions of doing.

At the very moment that Jordan finished eating, Shaun clipped a leash to his Prince Albert and the two of us were being led towards the main house. Just looking at my Master's strong, muscular legs increased my wants and desires to

have a good day. I knew, or I thought I knew, just how much Master likes me and after a week without my Master it was such a grand experience just being behind him. As we continued the walk, all I could think about were the times that Master and I were alone and I was able to please him, like a good obedient slave.

On the other hand, Shaun wasn't built like Master; but he had a nice body and a pleasing face, yet his temperament seemed ten times worse than any free man I'd come in contact with over the last thirty days. Yes, he was even more vile and sadistic than Mark's brother; that is, if someone were to ask my opinion.

Nearing the main house, I heard a noise which was all too familiar to me. It was the ringing of a cellphone. I saw Master slip a hand into his pocket and pull out the phone and answered it. Come to think about it, it was the first

time since, who knows when, that I'd heard a phone ringing. Master held up His free arm, signaling our little group to stop. Both Jordan and I looked at one another at the same time; both of us with a puzzled look on our faces. Shaun seemed not to care one way or the other about either of us, as he took this opportunity, away from the barn, to light up a cigarette. He even dropped Jordan's leash and stepped away from the three of us, as not to offend Master with the foul smell of the smoke.

I couldn't help but to notice Jordan's balls dangling free beneath him. I wondered what he'd look like if his balls were bound up just like mine. At least

with mine up and out of the way, I was able to move about a little more freely and without the chance that they'd be in the way. I was no longer envious of him, having the much small jewelry either. Perhaps the one thing that he had that I wished I had, was his long and thick dick, Opps, I mean his thing.

Master continued speaking, but now He had turned towards the two of us, smiling from ear to ear. Whoever was on the other end of the call, was at least keeping Master in a good mood. Now, however, I was able to hear at least the one side of the conversation.

"Well, since you've arrived at the only conclusion; I will accept your apology." "No, they are both doing just fine and as a matter of fact they are both right here next to me." "Well, we were just on our way down to the house, so that John Henry can get an inspection." "No, I don't mind telling you at all." "No, it's not a perspective buyer. It's your former wife, my sister." "Yes, well; she arrived yesterday with a friend of hers and the ladies son." "Oh no; they both seem nice. The boy is or used to be an acquaintance of John Henry's." "Well, that I just don't know. The lady has mentioned it to me last night but I haven't really given it much thought." "Don't forget, that I'm holding his legal but temporary papers. So that has yet to be decided." "No I haven't forgotten everything you've helped me with; but don't you forget everything that I've done for you either." "I think you might just be wrong on that part. You see, she has taken all of the negatives and has turned them all into positives. She even has a slave on loan to her and she seems more than happy with the arrangement." "Yes, I'm sure it is a naked slave. A male slave, yes." "Well, I don't have an answer for that, yet." "Sure, if you call again tomorrow I'll be able to tell you much more than I know now."

"Oh that! Well, after a night of watching a couple of videos of him and being

around some of my weekend boys, she seems quite relaxed." "No, I'm sure by now he understands his new life, in his new world." "No, listen to what I've said. She is most comfortable with it, and him, and I'm glad that she wants to prove to herself and him that she stills cares." "Well now let me see how to answer that one right at the moment. You could say that Doc has taken a fancy to him." "Yes, that also is something which must be decided." "No, not exactly. You see, all this week I've been in constant contact with the County court and they've agreed to my arrangement." "OHH yes! Quite lucrative, a great source of income for me." "Thanks, coming from you that is quite a compliment." "I'm hoping that we will start getting a few, as early as tomorrow." "By the way the judge was talking Friday; it will be a mixture of them, but no females." "Yes, he understands that pretty well. I told him that down the road, we might get to training them but not right now." "No, I'm not sure about that; but I do know that neither of these two will be involved with any of the new indentured. They have enough to do and learn without the burden of being around the newbies." "No, that's between you and her, I'm not going to get in the middle of that. If she wants a slave, she can have one of the newbies that we'll be training. Hell for all I care she can keep the fucker she has now. He's probably got a good supply of cum to go along with a nice big fat fucking cock; which should make her forget all about reconciliation." "Seriously man, she can buy whatever she wants to. She has money now and from

what I understand she has some powerful ideas on how to make even more. She's getting a lot of advice in that department; so I just stay out of it." "Yes, I enjoy his company a great deal; but the outcome is yet to be seen. There just might be a fly in the ointment now; but I can come to some type of arrangement I think everybody will be happy, including the slave." "Hey, I gotta get these slaves down to the house, so call me tomorrow evening

and perhaps I'll have some more to tell you; but for now, nothing has changed, that is except for your soon to be ex-wife."

A flip of the phone and it was right back into Master's pocket. Shaun had snuffed out his smoke and put the butt into one of his pockets. Both of our leashes were back in their hands and we were off, once again towards the main house; with me wondering why I hadn't seen Alan.

The obvious answer to who Master was talking to was easy to figure out, as the back gate came into view. I was, and yet I wasn't, looking forward to seeing mom this morning. She did say, after all, that we were going to have some 'free time' with which she wanted to speak with me some more.

As Shaun flicked the lever up on the gate; pushing it open, I could see a great deal of activity all around the pool deck. I do mean a lot of activity.

The housekeeper was fussing around, on one of the tables, and the butler was carrying out a large silver tray of what looked like fancy pastries.

All of the boys were busy wiping down the outdoor furniture, and one of them was even netting any floating leaves from the water's surface.

I still hadn't seen Alan since he had fed me, and mom was nowhere in sight. Both Jordan and I were made to lift up one knee at a time so that one of the boys could wipe off the dirt as he also made us lift up one hand at a time for the same purpose.

"Jacob, come here if you please." The butler quite politely asked of one of the teen aged boys. "When Ms. Morris comes down, please see to it that she gets anything and everything she requires and requests."

I sensed that Jordan was looking right at me, and indeed he was. His face had a rather sweet glow radiating all over it.

As the butler was about to re-enter the house, the door opened and Alan's mom

came out in a long flowing kinda robe. She paused to say something, quietly, to the butler before he disappeared into the kitchen.

The next thing I know is that Master, Master Doc, and Shaun are all sitting on the opposite side of the pool, holding piping hot cups of mid morning coffee; to which the aroma sailed across the pool. The housekeeper was once again doing something on the main serving table; protected from the rays of the m orning sun.

As the door re-opened, out came mom; who was greeted by Alan's mom. They exchanged pleasantries for a minute or so and then they both began to approach Jordan and me. Alan's mom stopped short and took up laying on one of the loungers; directly opposite of the free men on the other side of the pool.

Mom came directly passed me, and took up the first lounger directly behind me. I turned around and, remained on all fours, greeted her just as if she and I were at home. She seemed to like it on one hand, but was a little surprised that I had called her 'mom' instead of the customary slave word 'ma'am.'

Jacob was quick to ask her if she wanted a coffee and breakfast roll, and mom

replied back, that she did. Another boy appeared to be tending to the needs of Alan's mom.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Master coming over in our direction and instantly thought that I'd done something wrong. Master greeted mom in the most friendliest of ways, which seemed only right; since they were related. "If there is anything, anything at all, that you need, just ask Jacob and he will see to it that it is taken care of." Mom thanked him for his exceptional kindness for the weekend and Master seemed pleased that mom was actually happy and not treating him like she had for so many previous years.

Turning to me, bending at the waist; as if He was going to kiss me; Master very quietly said, "I shall consider this morning as our weekend outing, which as you know gives you some lateral leeway in which you may speak if needed."

I bent down, kissed Masters now bare feet and thanked him properly.

The butler soon returned, carrying a rather large tray and had Jacob place one of those small TV like trays right next to mom. After setting the tray down, the butler simply told mom that he 'believes that everything needed has been provided.'

Mom motioned for me to come closer, which at first I was concerned, but that soon faded as she began to speak to me. "Listen son, you need not fear your mother. All I'm going to do is to clean and sanitize your body piercings; which at the same time will allow me to spend quality time with you and we both can have a nice chat. I've seen enough of the videos, witnessed first hand, last night, the male to male ritual of sexual desires; so you needn't think that I'm not up to speed with such things, not to mention the world of slavery."

I moved as close as possible to mom, as she told me to kneel. Ma'am, yes Ma'am" came an almost involuntary response. She made a fuss over all of my bruises and cuts from last night; coating each of them in a mint scented antibacterial ointment.

My eyes had closed, reverting my world back to the times when I'd come in with a cut or scrape on my skin and mom would fix it up just like a nurse.

Mom started the ring cleaning with my large rings which dangled from my earlobes. The moment she took hold of my nose ring, she started speaking in her normal soft feminine tone of voice. "I'm still shocked at why some men want their slaves to have a cute nose ring. I'd of thought that only animals had such

things; but I possibly can understand the mental aspect of having one's slave wear a nose ring. Did it hurt when they put it in?" She didn't wait for me to answer the question; as she must have realized that anytime you punch a hole through human cartilage it has to hurt.

Mom sent Jacob off to get her a refill of coffee; and then began to clean my nipple rings. "You know, I saw those pictures and the one video where your father had you hooked up to that machine. It sure has made your tits standout."

Just hearing those words from mom sent a cold shiver down my spine; but she continued, "And I don't suppose these big rings are of any help either. Just by the weight of them, I can see that your tits are so much longer. Do you know how long they will get?" Again, she didn't wait for me to answer. "I've heard that after a year or so that a man's tits can exceed one inch in length; which I believe is what most masters consider 'appropriately normal for a slave'. Not that you wouldn't look nice with such tits, but it's not up to me to say; because apparently you seem happy and content with everything that your father and your uncle have done with you, and to you."

Man oh man, did that give me an open door to say something, or what! However she just kept right on talking, just like she always did. Perhaps my turn would come soon enough.

Mom's coffee refill was brought over and she took a break to enjoy it; but I think she was having more of a pleasant time just looking at my nakedness and

talking; all the while Jacob stood silently behind her, with the biggest grin I'd ever seen on any man. I'm sure he was enjoying the 'show'.

"You understand John Henry, oh of course you do; there's not much sense in going over all the troubles your father and I had, it's just so sad that we didn't understand your sexual orientation long before you were involuntarily enslaved. I'm just mad at your father for what he put on your application for indenturement. He told the court that you weren't a good son and that you had 'issues' with authority. At least he got the court to allow him to do your intake, because you might not know that in the city, a newly indentured slave is

kept in a cage and gang raped until he gives up all hope of ever returning to the outside world. And for a straight, normal fella, that would seem so awful, don't you think."

Well of course I might have had a comment to make about that as well, but I'm

doing my best; even with mom, not to think too much. Thinking seems to always get me into trouble. Thankfully she changed the subject matter completely.

"This lad here (pointing to Jacob) was so nice last night. First he explained

himself to me and all about his homosexual lifestyle. Then he demonstrated just how caring and wonderful sex is between two males. I simply had no idea until he showed me. He showed so much restraint while his penis was inside the rectum of that boy right over there (pointing to the youngest of the porno boys). Thankfully, that dreadful cameraman isn't out here with us. I simply wouldn't allow it. You should have seen his disgusting behavior last night. You'd have thought that the boys owed him sex all the time; just by the way he was always grabbing himself."

I'm pretty sure mom might have been stalling for time or something; just by the way she carried on about this and that. I knew which rings were to be cleaned next and obviously she wasn't offended by them. There had to be some other reason.

She even called out to Master, who came over and listened as she asked, "Why is it that the boys are wearing shorts and a shirt? Isn't it possible that they'd like to be naked and go swimming or something? It wouldn't bother me at all. Especially not after seeing them all last night."

Master was just about to say something, when mom started up again. "Look there. See Alan's mother; she's got one hand up that boys shorts yanking on his penis and the other hand down the backside; probably feeling the boys anus. She thinks that all males are meant to play with, and her pool boy has told me so much more."

"Very well, Sis," Master replied. Turning to the group Master told the boys to strip down and to feel free to use the pool."

As Master began to return to his seat, he bent down and got a hold of Jordan by the collar and led him over to Master Doc. I'd all but forgotten that Jordan had been kneeling only a few feet behind me. I guess that I'd learned enough the hard way; that a good slave gives all of his attention to a free man before thinking about another slave.

"Would you look at that," mom said with disgust. "Alan's mother has gone a tad to far. She's over there masturbating that poor boy. You'd think she got enough sex at home with her husband that fooling around with a teenager would be the last thing on her mind."

I didn't even conjure up a mental response to that last remark; as even if I had, I wouldn't have been able to say.

"Now stand up son, so we can finish the cleanings."

I stood up and placed my hands behind my neck, as mom began the lengthy chore of cleaning each and every ring on my thing and balls. I really had to keep my eyes closed and try to think of anything but having hands on my thing.

The only words I heard her say to me were, "This so reminds me of when you were just a baby and I had to change your diapers, give you baths and powder your behind."

I was so glad when she was finished, or so I thought. "Only one ring left John Henry. Why don't you turn around and lay over that lounger and I'll clean the last one and you'll be all clean and cute." She wanted me to expose my butt to her, just so she could clean my anal ring.

I obeyed without hesitation, BUT, when I turned around Alan was sitting on the lounger. I never heard him come out onto the pool deck. I wonder how long he'd been sitting there, taking all of this in.

I knelt down, and as I did Alan swung his legs over the side of the lounger; now we were almost staring one another face to face. His hands moved down to unsnap his shorts and to slide the zipper down. He lifted himself up just enough to allow his shorts to fall around his ankles. I'm sure that mom knew what was going to happen; as it had probably all been pre-arranged.

I snagged a quick glance over to the other side of the pool, and all of the free men, and the housekeeper were watching. Even the three boys in the pool were hanging on to the side of the pool closest to us, their eyes bulging, anticipating the moment.

"Now lean forward John Henry, so I can get to this last ring of yours."

I don't know if I was scared, embarrassed, humiliated or what; but I slowly, ever so slowly bent forward, with my hands still behind my neck. No sooner had my head dropped below the level of Alan's chest; he put his soft hands on my shoulders and began to make small circles with the palms of his hands. His relaxing technique seemed to be working. If mom worked on my anal piercing, like the others, this would be over in no time; provided she didn't say to much.

"Another ring, that I find no purpose for," mom began speaking, "Alan, dear, why is it that the slave has so many rings and especially those bars running through his penis?"

Alan kept silent, as he was now applying a steady pressure on my back, bringing my mouth in contact with his manhood. I didn't take to much of it at first, as I could feel Alan sort of, withdraw the pressure he was expending. I knew that this was going to be a long drawn out process; which had it not been for mom, I might have been ecstatic.

"Well Mrs. Morris, most rings are quite useful to a slave's master, with some

exceptions. The reason for John Henry's anal ring is basically designed to correct his worldly habit of movement. Even a good, properly trained slave would never think of walking a hundred percent like a free man. Some rings and bars are simply to decorate a specific part of the body, yet can also provide a means to retard any inclinations a slave may have towards self masturbation. You see, a slave can not be permitted to play with his cock, unless he has been granted permission. Like you see all of John Henry's rings and bars, he too would have a most difficult time in grasping his cock to manipulate himself to orgasm. Personally I love the look of jewelry on his cock, the part of him that he now knows is nothing more than a thing."

Alan and my mother were taking about me as if I wasn't even here. On the other hand, I was glad to finally see that mom was taking an interest in me, other than just putting me on nineteen years of display as her accomplishment in life. As for Alan, I was glad to see that he knew a lot about slaves and their needs. Mom seemed to be lagging behind with my anal ring, perhaps just enjoying the time spent talking with Alan. Several times she slipped a finger in between the base of my butt plug and my tunnel entrance; tracing the outline of the puffy skin surrounding it. As weird as it may sound, the touch was heavenly; soft, caring and warm.

"Alan, do you mind me asking you all of these questions? I mean, well, I'm trying to understand and accept so much lately. A gay son, slavery and last but

not least a divorce; which has nothing to do with John Henry or anyone else."

"Oh, no ma'am." Alan replied. "It is good that you ask questions, because that is about the only way to learn the slaves new world."

"Well, I do have 'one' question that is still puzzling me." Mom came back quickly. "My brother told me that a lot of the rings and bars on John Henry's penis came from a photograph that someone had sent him. He likes them, but what

puzzles me is why YOU sent the picture to John Henry's uncle, I mean master."

I instantly raised my mouth off of Alan's cock, after hearing mom ask him that question. I wanted to know the answer now, just as much as she did. Alan quickly pushed my head down, but not onto his cock. With an open mouth, I got Alan's sac, hairy as it was, completely engulfed. I hadn't even started a proper tongue action, when all of a sudden there was a commotion on the other side of the hedgerow.

The shuffling of lounge chairs, the patter of feet told me that several free men were hastily on their way to discover the reason for such a disturbance. Mom fell silent as did Alan, but neither of them moved; nor did Alan relinquish his firm grip on my earrings.

What I write here is from what I learned later, which seemed to be another catalyst in bringing my uncle's place that much closer to becoming exactly what

he wanted it to be.

Apparently, Mark's brother had become so blind as to the amount of stress, strain and pain he had been causing. The boy had whipped Mark severely. Not only the whipping but that he had Mark running most of the time as well. Finally Mark was unable to keep up the rapid pace required by his brother, that his body received more strikes of the whip than it should have.

I could distinguish Master Doc's voice rising above all the others, but couldn't make out to much of what he was saying. My master had called all of the boys out, to assist Him in removing Mark from the cart.

The way my head was positioned in Alan's lap, I finally saw Master Doc; with a tight grip on the collar of Mark's brothers shirt. He pushed him down onto one of the loungers and ordered him not to move a 'fucking muscle'. Master Doc said something to the housekeeper and she was moving like a scalded dog towards the house. The butler was right behind her, and both disappeared rather quickly.

I could also see two of the boys, holding Mark up by his shoulders; half walking, half dragging him over to the last available lounger. They laid him flat, face down, and I could see the signs that he'd received a severe to brutal whipping.

By now Shaun was standing in front of the now sobbing brother; towering over him just like he did the rest of us. Master Doc was kneeling down next to Mark, awaiting the return of the housekeeper and butler.

Master had retrieved his cellphone and was apparently waiting for the party on the other end to answer. Master paced, incessantly. I could see the redness of anger in His face. Finally the party answered and I discovered that he was talking to the parents of Mark and his brother.

As Master talked, he began walking in our direction; apparently not wanting his conversation to be heard by all. "You do know, don't you, that it is against the law to treat a slave in such a manner! Well, I don't give a shit! As soon as I disconnect, I'm calling the authorities and have him arrested for his crimes."

Master, without another word ended the call. With Master now behind me, I could hear Him explain to the authorities the situation. This kid was in deep shit, if you'd ask me. "Yes, we have him down back in our pool area. Yes, if need be we can restrain him until you arrive. Just be sure you send the enforcement officers and not the uniformed police, as they are not as adapt in handling such a situation. Well right now the boy is crying, but he does seem to have a quick triggered temper, so if it were me I'd come well prepared for the worst case scenario." The phone conversation ended.

Master apologized to his sister and to Alan for the ruckus. Both of them apparently had no problem with the situation and Alan even commented that it might be quite educational; watching the officers cart the kid away. Mom even agreed with Alan, adding that she hoped the kid would create a disturbance.

"You being a good boy aren't you." Master said to me; as He came over and rubbed my bald head, knowing full well that my mouth was stuffed to capacity with Alan's balls. Jacob returned, as well, standing close by.

Soon, the housekeeper came out with an arm full of supplies with which Master

Doc would use to repair the damage done by the severe whipping. The butler returned with the cameraman and had him take photos of 'the crime'.

"I wish the cameraman would go back down into his hole." Mom said with a menacing tone in her voice. "For some reason I just can't stand to look at his sorry ass."

"I'm sure he'll return to his studio Mrs. Morris." Replied Alan. "He has a ton of work to do and if it isn't completed on time, I'm sure he'll receive the

wrath of hell."

The cameraman left within three minutes, but not before walking past us and snapping a few photos; probably for his own collection. Everything seemed to settle back down after that. Mark's sobs stopped, his brother remained silent and passive and the boys all went about their duties or playtime. Alan's mother was satisfying herself with her personal boy; rubbing suntan lotion all over his body, using it well, I might add. Jordan was by his master's side, helping him with Mark. I couldn't help but to briefly think, that Jordan was content, happy and in love with his master; and no matter how hard I wanted him to be with me it just wasn't going to happen. Yes, it saddened me, but I suppose that is what happens when one slave falls in love with another slave.

My momentary lapse in the current situation was reconstituted when my mother began speaking. "Young man, would you please bring me something cold to drink

and perhaps one of those breakfast rolls." Jacob was off and running.

"I know that I still have much to learn about gays and slavery, but being here this weekend is like being immersed into the subject matter. So now where were we?"

"You'd asked about the photographs I sent to the slave's master," replied Alan. Well you see Mrs. Morris, I gotta tell you the whole story, but I'll condense it some. You see, the slave boy that dad sent over to your house, was our pool boy, or you might think of him as my personal slave. But, mom was getting a bit to friendly with him and as much as dad loves my mom, well; he was going to have him nutted. I didn't want that and the only immediate thing I could come up with was to get dad and mom to loan him to you. At least for now he gets to keep his balls."

As Alan concluded that sentence, he grasped my earrings and raised my head off of his balls and once again he was feeding me, slowly, his gorgeous manhood.

"Dad told me that I'd made a great sacrifice, for the sake of the slave. He said that the slave will probably never be the same since mom nearly corrupted his thought process. At least at your place, he's not subjected to the rigorous routine of having to do all of his work, take care of me AND spend the remainder of the afternoons with mom. Dad already told me how much work the slave is doing around your place and I'm glad; at least he is free of moms advances and he can live a proper life there.

Now then, dad said that I could get another slave for myself, IF you decided that you wanted to keep the pool boy at your place. Dad said he's made you a reasonable offer, which I hope you'll accept. That's the main reason I'm here

with you this weekend. After all, both of us wanted AND needed to see John Henry.

As for the rings, I sent your brother a letter along with the picture. I told

him that we, my father actually, might be interested in purchasing John Henry. I mentioned that if that were to happen that I'd want the slave to have the thing all nicely decorated just like in the photo. I was surprised; believe me, when I saw that the slave's master had already pierced the flesh of the slave.

And you know, that dad has made some financial investments with your brother over the past week or so. Now dad owns part of the slave business here and he is hoping that you too will invest in the place. If I take John Henry home with me; well, it will solve a lot of problems. Not to mention that you'll be seeing a lot of him as will all of his friends and team mates. It sure beats living here or being sold off to somebody who'd treat him like that other slave over there."

Alan pushed my head all the way down on his cock, which seemed to bring a comment from my mother. "Doesn't doing something like that, restrict a slaves airway?"

"No not at all. A slave learns to control his breathing and knows to inhale through his nose. That's not saying that a slave doesn't choke, gag or even puke while he or she is learning how to do this. A lot of free men, in a different position will actually fuck a slave's mouth; just as he would fuck his asshole."

For once mom was silent, as the word 'fuck' and 'asshole' were words that I'd

never fathom saying in front of her.

I knew that she had to be done cleaning the last ring, but she didn't seem to

want me to move off of Alan's manhood.

They talked a lot; covering such topics in detail as, rimming, sucking, fucking, swallowing, urinal duty, toilet training, punishments and yes, even fisting. Mom sounded as if she'd understood Alan's explanations better than anyone else's; for which she constantly was thanking Alan for his in-depth descriptive one on one lesson.

"Well, Alan it sure seems that you have a grasp on what it takes to train and

raise a slave from the ground up. I'm sure your father will be pleased if in

fact you decide on taking John Henry home."

Now, I know, I know…I don't have a say in the matter, but as much as I'm coming to like and care about Alan more and more; isn't anyone going to ask me what I think? It isn't like we've never met before, is it? "Mrs. Morris, it sounds simple enough; but I have to consider the slave's master and how he feels towards the slave. I'm not at all sure that your brother would even consider exchanging the slave for money. Not that the price wouldn't be a significant influx of capital towards the place but there just might be more to the story than meets the eye."

"Well, we'll see about that." Mom said, "If it's John Henry that you want, and my brother wants me to invest in the slave industry here, he just might have to come to some sort of understanding with everyone involved. It appears that John Henry has learned much, and I know you and your father could continue with his educational needs. Hell, in six months this place will be crawling, no pun intended, with slaves. There is already enough of what'd you call it; vanilla sex going on around here that one slave surely won't make that much difference."

Alan remained steadfast. He continued working my head up and down by my earrings on his shaft. "Mrs. Morris, I hope you won't be offended if I ask you to leave us for a moment. It seems that I'm nearing an orgasm and perhaps you'd rather not see or hear it."

"Nonsense, if you must, you must. You forget that I saw two such gay orgasms last night. At least this one is between my son and his friend. So you just go right ahead young man and do what you need to do."

I could almost feel mom's eyes staring in wonderment as her own son was about to swallow a free man's sperm. I knew well, that Jacob was glued to the scene. Alan's cock pulsed and his hips rose up to meet the downward pressure he was applying to my head. A long, soft moan of pleasure escaped his lips; as rope after rope of sperm filled my mouth and throat.

"You're done now?" my mother asked.

"Well, kind of," responded Alan. "There is still the matter of my other bodily function which every male seems to need after relieving himself."

"You just go right ahead young man, and do what needs to be done. It appears to me that John Henry is more obedient towards you than he ever was towards his own mother and father."

Alan moved his hands to the back side of his lounger and leaned back, as his cock softened. I did my best to keep it as far back in my mouth as possible and sure enough Alan's torrential river of piss flooded my mouth and throat.

"Good boy, good boy." Alan said in the most rewarding tone of voice.

"Well, after all this excitement I need to use the ladies room, so if you'll excuse me Alan, I'll be right back." Mom said in a vain attempt at humor. After mom had left, Alan commented on how much he appreciated her asking so many questions. He eased my head off of his cock and looked me square in the eyes; "so I guess you heard every word, but now isn't the time for your 'free time' with me, so we'll keep silent until then."

Now I was able to move my head and eyes around to see what I'd been missing, if anything. All the boys, including Jacob were in the pool; and all had witnessed Alan's orgasm. Alan's mother was over by my Master, talking to the housekeeper and the butler. Shaun was now sitting on the legs of Mark's brother; effectively keeping the boy pinned down.

Jordan was still by his master's side and I witnessed Master Doc injecting something into Mark's torn up butt. I could only assume that it was something to help ease the suffering.

Alan remained silent as well, as he too soaked up the activities surrounding the pool. Just as mom opened the back door, the sound of a vehicle approaching caused everyone to look towards the gate.

Even before the gate had opened, everyone could see that three behemoth males

were coming in our direction. Once inside the gate, Shaun motioned them over to where he was.

A rather lengthy conversation was held between Shaun and the men, who seemed oblivious to the rest of the people surrounding the pool and in the pool.

Master proceeded to explain something more to the three men; as one of them produced a camera and took his own photos of Mark's back and legs.

It didn't take long and the young man was about to enter into the gates of hell. They hauled him up from the lounger and quickly placed a tattered collar around his neck. Leather restraints were placed on his wrists and ankles, and a ball gag was stuffed into his mouth.

His wrists were attached to his collar and a four foot long spreader bar was attached to his ankle restraints. One of the men bent the kid forward as another man produced a dildo which was on the end of a three foot pole. Dry, no lubrication, the dildo was mercilessly shoved up the kid's ass; and even with a mouth gag everyone could hear the screams of agony. The other end of the pole was attached to the center of the spreader bar. Now, when he moved the dildo would react to each and every step he made. All I could think of was, why wasn't the dildo fatter and longer.

The men started the boy moving with a simple application of the prod. It was kinda funny watching him walk that way. Bowlegged and a dildo stuffed up his tunnel wasn't what the kid expected, but I thought he'd deserved much more for what he'd done to his own brother.

Master summoned everyone, including Alan and me to witness the boy's departure.

He was placed into an upright animal cage, atop an open bed truck. They were going to go to the jail, which was on the other side of town; which meant that they would have to drive down the main street in 'Hicksville'.

As the gate was locked, Master walked up to the kid, sneering at him but managed to say, "We'll be seeing you real soon, you fucking piece of slave meat. Get ready to eat lots of shit."

p.s. there's only one more chapter to go, so hang in there and have a great day

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