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Sail Away Chapter Seven
I don't know how much sleep I got because of all the noise and commotion. Once my mind began to settle down, the rumbling of the ships' engines were all to noticeable, not to mention the mild vibrations emanating from the floor. The noise which constantly kept me from falling into a deep sleep sounded like screams and pleas for help. Two or three times I could tell that someone was going in or coming out of the engine room; as the sounds of the engines became so much more prominent.
I didn't have any pleasant dreams, to say the least. But I was at least able to calm some of my fears which befell me earlier in the day. For some reason I knew that I wouldn't suffer, hopefully, any of the pains that I presumed occurred on this ship. I was most certain that nobody was going to stick their cock up my ass. I knew that the Captain and Daniel had plenty in store for me on the second day; that's according to the first mate at least. I think, what perhaps made my day somewhat bearable, was the close 'encounter' that I had with Jordan. His warmth and seemingly honest compassion was a welcome relief on a day which had brought so many surprises, none of which were good.
I further surmised that the reason we seemed to have gone to sleep early was because we'd be getting up early; to which, again, would prove to be a correct assumption. My day started with Jordan gently shaking my shoulder and calling for my attention. I was swiftly released from the chain which had fettered me to the bunk and was leashed once again. Jordan helped my sit up, as the spikes in my cinch ring kept stabbing my smooth skin. Once standing, I was led, again, up the three flights of stairs. Turning towards the stern of the ship, I quickly noticed four naked men, receiving what appeared to be some form of whipping. I'd always considered a whip to be something long and ominous, but the whip I saw was not that long nor did it seem to be doing damage to the men's skin other than to redden it and bring up many welts. The men, strangely enough were not making a single sound; although I could see that all of them were gritting their teeth. The closer we got, the more nervous I became; thinking that such a morning ritual was in store for me. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. Once we'd reached the same area where just the night before I'd been hosed out, Jordan told me that I should piss; as this would be the only place from now on that I was allowed to, least I wanted to receive a punishment for pissing elsewhere. As I reached my hand towards my cock, Jordan politely slapped it away, saying that I wasn't allowed any further contact with my own body parts. The only reasonable thing I could do then, was to squat slightly; allowing my weighted cock and balls to openly dangle between my legs, and allow my reservoir of piss begin to flow. The release of piss was such a relief, which I hadn't even noticed until now.
After the last drops of piss landed on the deck, Jordan began what was to become another one of my daily routines; a long walk about the deck. My bell rang constantly, with every other step I took. I could tell that my cock, today, was stiffer than the day before; thus the reason for more bell sounds. It had now been over thirty six hours since I last brought cum out from my nuts and my cock was alerting me to that fact. The walk was rather uneventful, thankfully. There were no crew members around to make fun of me, or to fondle my body. I never once looked up at the wheelhouse, fearing that my eyes would come in direct contact with the Captain. I couldn't help but to have some, if not a lot, of resentment for the Captain. After all, he knows exactly who I am, and from what I gather; he will profit quite nicely, should some one purchase me as their slave. The amount of restraint I was showing to myself was unimaginable. Had this been any other situation where I was the brunt of a joke, or some off color remark; I would have done whatever it took to resolve the confrontation. Now, for my own safety, I had to follow along and do as told, accept the unacceptable and continue to plan some form of escape from this ship and these people. Revenge, if possible, would come face to face the instant I see my dad.
Now walking between two large containers, Jordan stopped and starred at me. I
was taken by surprise when he simply and quickly pushed me backwards into one of the containers; pinning my shoulders back. His glaring blue eyes were the same color as the crystal blue waters surrounding the ship. He took one of his hands and raised my nose ring out of the way and began to kiss me ever so passionately for a minute or two. I didn't respond to his sexual advance, which didn't seem to upset him in the least.
"I heard you talking in your sleep last night. You were talking to and calling out the name Alan. I think this 'Alan' is more than just a friend, by what you were saying. Your secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone about this 'Alan' guy." Jordan said directly into my ear in a rather hushed voice.
I almost verbally responded, but thankfully Jordan put his finger to my lips, to remind me that silence was my rule number one; just as Jordan began once again to speak. "I also know that the way you kissed me last night wasn't because you were being made to do it. You kissed me like you meant it. I like you a lot, and I want to be with you. I want to make love to you and make love with you."
That said, Jordan started me walking again, for fear of being discovered from
above. We walked the same path over and over again, each time stopping ever so briefly so that he could kiss me and make some sort of comment. Each time we stopped, his kiss was more passionate than the prior one; and his comments
confirmed my suspicions. He was definitely gay, from the get go. He hadn't been sold into slavery, not to say that my father hadn't been trying; for the last two voyages. All of the potential buyers wanted a 'virgin' white 'straight' boy, instead of a gay male. I also learned that Daniel had already placed the digital photos, of me, onto the international website where buyers always look for 'fresh meat'. Jordan assured me that I'd be sold before the ship had completed half its' journey.
Most, if not every thing, Jordan said to me made me extremely nervous. There apparently was a lot more to gay slavery and gay sex than I had ever even thought of, let alone knew that such atrocities even happened. He used such words as urinal, toilet, branding, tattoo, rimming and even castration, just to illustrate his point. Several of the words he used didn't even sound right and I sure as hell didn't know or have a clue what they meant.
I'm not sure how long we walked or how many times we stopped for a kiss, but a loud voice, apparently coming from an outside speaker; instructed Jordan to take me back down below. Just hearing the voice, reaffirmed my convictions that we were being watched the entire time.
And to make things a lot worse, Jordan made one last comment before we became
visible to the bridge above. "And don't think for a minute that I don't know
that your owner and your father are one in the same person." I froze in my tracks when I heard Jordan say what he did. Now, I was beginning to think that
he'd never help me escape. If he or I got caught it would most likely mean that we'd be sold for next to nothing to some sadistic bastard who had nothing but evil and vile intentions for us.
We made our way back down below, only to find Daniel standing impatiently. He
berated Jordan for taking so long, and then he laid into me about being so slow and sissy like. This was a completely different Daniel than the Daniel I'd seen yesterday. Daniel showed no regard for my well being, as he roughly grabbed me and tossed me up onto a flat steel table. "Before you eat, I'm going to get you started on 'gag reflex' training."
Daniel quickly bound my limbs, chest and thighs to the table, but had made sure that my head was off of the one end. It took all I could do to keep my head level with my body, unless I wanted it to crane backwards towards the floor.
"A good slave is a good cocksucker." Daniel starting in with his morning diatribe, "This morning, and for however long it takes, you will learn to control your gag reflex. A cocksucker needs to learn to swallow a real mans cock without gagging or vomiting. And, once you can do it successfully, I'll release you from the table BUT not before then. Nose ring, tongue ring, you'll have to learn it. You have to be ready within a couple of days, as that's when you will be presented for a sale. Your owner has already received three requests for your body; and as soon as the ship is close enough to land; your owner is going to have them flown to the ship via a helicopter. Your owner must really want you sold, and gone in a hurry 'boy'. So since we can't fuck your pretty ass, we can only throat fuck you with some of my toys, and that's what we're going to work on today. And, Jordan here is going to start to get you all prettied up as well."
For the life of me, I couldn't understand the 'throat fucking' Daniel was talking about and for sure I didn't know what 'prettied up' was all about. Soon enough, Daniel held up, for me to see, a small rubber like thing that he called an 'anal probe for virgin asses'. He told me to relax my neck and let my head fall backwards, which would more or less straighten out my throat muscles. Daniel moved my nose ring out of the way, letting it come to rest on the bridge of my nose before he simply told me to 'open wide'.
Once my mouth was open, the only thing Daniel said to me was "breathe through
your nose", before he slowly slid the probe over my tongue piercing. I began to gag immediately and my reflexes caused me to thrash my head around as I searched for air to breath. He kept saying 'breathe through your nose' and never did he remove the probe from my mouth. How disgusting and humiliating was this. Not only was spit and drool oozing from my mouth but my eyes were watery and snot was pulsing out of my nostrils. In an effort to settle me down, Jordan began to gently rub my chest and abdomen.
Back and forth, Daniel moved the probe; each time it began to withdraw just a
bit, I tried to take a breath through my mouth, to no avail. If I was to survive this demonic approach to cock sucking I knew that I had to listen to every word of instruction Daniel was spouting. I guess, as futile as it may seem, that at least it wasn't a real mans cock forcing its way into my face. I could hold out some faint bit of hope that I'd be spared the so called auction or sale. I began to get myself under control after what may have twenty minutes or so, and I could still feel Jordan's hands manipulating and fondling their way over my body. Perhaps it was Jordan's actions that afforded me some relief, as I found myself breathing completely nasal and not gaging as much. What was the biggest surprise of the day so far was when Daniel announced to me that the entire length of the probe was in my mouth and down my throat, except for the handle. Daniel in a rather polite fashion told me that he was going to leave the probe fully inserted until he felt that I'd become accustom to having my throat fucked. I was astonished to say the least. If I kept hearing the phrase 'throat fucked' one more time I was going to find some way to get even with Daniel. I wasn't getting 'fucked', I was being raped.
"I'm going to leave you two alone for a little while, so that you can learn to deal with sucking cocks; and so that Jordan can work on perfecting his abilities in the make-up department. When I return, we'll start on a thicker and longer probe. And then perhaps you can have breakfast, before Jordan learns how to perform an anal bleaching."
Daniel quickly removed his hands from my skin and moved out of sight. I lay there, not knowing much of anything except that I had a rubber dick stuffed in
my mouth. I couldn't even force it out, as it was apparently in my throat an
inch or two. I suddenly felt someone rubbing my right hand with something warm and moist, just as Jordan began speaking. "You're going to get a manicure
and a pedicure. Your father wants you looking real nice and pretty for your first appearance." I lay there, now knowing that Jordan was well aware who 'owned' me. Jordan's massaging felt relaxing. He spent a lot of time on my right hand, with the lotion; before he cleaned under each of my finger nails and
used one of those lady things to file and shape my nails. I could smell something familiar, and it wasn't long before Jordan informed me that he was putting fingernail polish on me. When he told me it was, 'pussy pink', my heart sunk all the way down to my toes. Jordan finished up the right hand and quickly moved to the left. Once he'd completed the hands, he moved down and began working on my feet. It took Jordan a long time to finish working on my feet; as he had to use something on the bottoms of my feet to reduce the amount of callus skin. Once he'd clipped and filed the toenails, I was again startled by the fact that Jordan was even required to paint my toenails. "Better that I'm painting you a pretty shade of pink, as if it was black, then that would signify your destiny to become a slave used for torture and amusement. And, if you ask me, I think you are going to make a beautiful sex slave."
"I won't be putting on any makeup today, but you'll be wearing it when the buyers show up. They all like 'virgins' to be made up to look like a man whore when they come to see your body. I guess they get their jollies by seeing how
much humiliation you've been put through."
I couldn't say anything or do anything. I was captive far out to sea and nowhere to run to. I was at the mercy of the Captain and the first mate, perhaps even Daniel. Tonight, regardless of what was going to happen to me, I was going to speak to Jordan and ask him for his help. If I wait any longer, my brain might be thinking straight and that would only compound my already mounting problems.
Daniel appeared, with digital camera in hand. "My, don't you look pretty. I'm
going to take a few more pictures and send them off to your owner. He's been
asking about you, a lot." Sticking the camera in front of my face, Daniel clicked off several photos before he took shots from either side of my head and
neck. The next photos were of my hands and feet. "I just found out that your 'mommy' had no idea that you were gay. Why didn't you at least tell her that you like sucking cocks and being fucked? I hear that she took the news rather hard, but your 'daddy' assured her that being on the ship was the best thing for you. At least your 'daddy' knows that seamen get awful lonely and need
some type of sexual gratification. But, I wonder if she knows that you like being a little slave. I'd love to be a fly on the wall if she was to ever see
any of these pictures."
For an instant I was angry as hell, fighting against my restraints; but that gave way to sullen emotions and I cried like a baby. All of these years and I
never suspected that my father held so much resentment towards me. Now he had free rein to tell my mom anything he so desired, and she would have little or no choice except to believe him. I knew that my mother would always love me, no matter what, but to have her listen to a pack of lies was beyond belief. She of all people had to know better. She'd found condoms in my pockets, girly magazines under my mattress and sperm stains on my sheets. She had to know, somehow, that all this was a mountain of pompous shit my father was handing her.
I'd been so distraught over hearing what Daniel was saying that I hadn't even
felt him remove the probe from my mouth. The only thing that brought me back to reality was the larger sized rubber thing working its' way into my mouth and soon it was straining to get into my throat. My body resisted the invasion and once again I began to gag and blow snot from my nose. This was pure hell!
Daniel handed off the probe to Jordan, who held it steady; just deep enough in my mouth so that I wasn't gagging, while Daniel snapped a few more pictures. God, I hope that mom doesn't see these. And if she did, she surely must be able to figure out that this is all against my will. She knows how much I love my hair and nothing in this world would ever make my shave it off. If she ever found out what my dad was doing to me, she'd leave him in a heart beat. She'd take everything she could from him, including his shipping company.
Daniel left quickly, apparently in a hurry to get the pictures sent off. Jordan remained by my side, holding the probe and slowly moving it back and forth. Each time he brought it to the back of my throat I gagged but that didn't seem to faze Jordan in the least. I made eye contact with him and discovered that he had tears streaming down his face. Now I was really confused. Why was he crying if he was causing me distress? Maybe he knew he had to do this evil thing or suffer some form of punishment. That's it! He was doing this under duress. He didn't want to be doing this to me. After all those gay things he said to me up on deck, this was the last thing he wanted to be doing. For sure, I was going to bring him into my plan, and he'd have to play a big part in it, as well.
Again, Daniel returned and removed the larger probe thing, and re-inserted the smaller one. He kept this up for several minutes, running in completely in and pulling it all the way out. Then, he switched to the larger one and did the same thing; except this time, he coaxed more of it into my throat. I was sucking air through my nose like a Hoover vacuum cleaner on a hard wood floor. Daniel kept this routine of switching back and forth up for some time, before he stopped. "You've had enough for now. I think you have earned your breakfast, so Jordan will bring you something for your stomach."
My throat was so sore that I couldn't speak even if I had permission to do so. Jordan released my bindings and led me, slowly over to the chair. He told me to rest a minute while he fetched me something to eat from the galley. The silence in the room, other than the engine noises was a relief. Being alone with just my thoughts was another blessing. However, as I moved my limbs, I noticed for the first time, the fingernail and toenail polish. It was a hideous shade of pink!
Then, as I ate my meal, Jordan kept up a non-stop diatribe of innuendos. His words began to make sense to me. The more I heard the more determined I was to find a way out of this mess. He was kind enough not to say or use any words that would have upset me, but the realization that my life was changing right before my eyes was enough to make me want to die. He brought up Alan's name again, prodding me with questions he knew I couldn't answer. He said things about my excellent breathing technique while being 'face fucked'. He even went so far as to tell me about the facial makeup I'd be wearing when those men arrived. God, somebody sure has a sick mind if they think they can force a man into doing sexual things that he would never do any place, any time. Like they think I'm just going to lay still while a man sticks his cock in my mouth or up my ass? I sure don't fucking think so!
What I needed to do, what I needed to find out... can Jordan...will Jordan help me? If I can convince him to send a message out to someone then I'll be rescued and my mom will learn the whole truth. I wasn't sure what Jordan would want in exchange for helping me, but I'm sure that what ever it was would be something that I could handle. He most likely would ask for some financial assistance or something ridiculously simple that I would have no qualms about getting it for him. He just had to do his part... time would tell.
Daniel returned, smiling from ear to ear. And again he had his camera at the ready. The next thing I knew, Jordan was slipping the pink shorts over my feet and having me stand up so that he could pull them all the way up. He grabbed my cock and balls, mindless of the spiked ring, and pushed them through the opening he'd cut in the shorts. Daniel adjusted the shorts to promote a better view of my manliness. "I think the shorts are a bit to long yet." Daniel said facing Jordan. Jordan was quick with the scissors and began cutting even more off the already sinfully shortened legs. Daniel grabbed the scissors away from Jordan and finished the work himself; leaving little to the imagination, not to mention not leaving very much of the shorts to cover my little butt. I felt Daniel searching for my asshole, from outside the material. Once he'd located my asshole, he pulled the shorts out and away from my body and I could tell that he was cutting a hole in the back of the shorts. "Now this is what I call a pair of 'pussy shorts' and I just know that the potential buyers will love it also. God, you look so pretty in pink. I'd fuck you right here and now, if I could 'boy', but I'd be in a world of shit if I did and I sure as hell don't have the kind of money that it's going to take to buy your virgin white ass. I hear that your ass is going to sell for near a half million dollars in American money. You sure are going to have to put your ass in the air over and over again and swallow a mans seed until you puke, for that much money 'boy'!"
If I wasn't still thinking about recruiting Jordan's help, I probably would have said or done something that I would have regretted doing. But, for now I'll just let these people say what they want to say and do what they have to do. In the end, they'll all be answering to me and my mom!
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