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Sail Away Chapter Eight
I didn't know what to think anymore. What else could they do to me to make me
look so obscene? I seethed with each passing minute, yet didn't allow my anger or resentment to show.
Daniel finally had Jordan remove my pink shorts, and had me hop up on to the table. The steel table top felt cool to my skin for some reason; perhaps it was just a case of nerves. I'd forgotten about the 'anal bleaching' until Daniel began preparing some sort of solution in a steel bowl, as he bellowed instructions to Jordan; who began to quickly fasten my wrists down to the table.
After my wrists were secured, Jordan stood at my head, leaned over my body and had me bend my legs back so that he could take hold of them by the ankles. I thought my body would rip in two, as Jordan pulled with all his might to get my ankles as far back as he could. Once he had my ankles painfully back past my head, I felt a soft, yet firm, leather binding being tightly secured to each of my ankles. Jordan couldn't hold my ankles and attach anything to me, or could it have been Daniel who was still stirring the solution. I was to scared to open my eyes or tilt my head back to see who else was in the room.
After the bindings were secured, my legs were grossly stretched out; which caused more pain and discomfort, as they were apparently being attached to chains hanging from the ceiling. Now, the pain in my legs was so intense that all I could do was to keep my eyes closed and hold back the tears; I couldn't open them even if I had wanted too. Who ever was in the room, had a deep tone to his voice, as he spoke openly to Daniel about my exposed body. His comments, referring to what he'd really like to be doing, now; sent shivers down my spine. I soon had lips pressing against my own, and I could tell that they weren't Jordan's. Whoever this was, was trying to force his tongue into my mouth; but I wasn't going to allow that to happen. Not now...not ever.
The mans lips left my face, just as I felt a painful tug on one of my new nipple piercings. I let out a loud, ear shattering scream; but it was soon silenced by the mans mouth and long tongue, snaking its way into my mouth. He somehow worked up a huge supply of spit and coaxed it from his mouth, down his tongue and allowed it to simply slide off into my mouth. I almost gagged from the feeling, wanting to vomit in this mans face. Soon, though, his tongue retracted as did his mouth and I was free of this unthinkable act of disgust.
I opened my eyes, only to be staring up at a rather dark skinned man, who looked as if he should have had his face on the cover of a GQ magazine. Not that I go around looking at other men's faces, but his was handsome. His hair long and nicely styled. There wasn't a hint of facial hair or chest hair. As for any other hair, I didn't really want to know or see; besides, the level of my head versus the height of the table prevented me from seeing any more of him. I couldn't even discern if he was clothed or naked. Once I'd looked at his face more, my eyes met his eyes. Steel blue and very piercing, to say the least.
"For your outburst, 'boy', you'll have to be punished." Daniel said with a great deal of certainty. "To bad, as I thought perhaps you'd just keep your fucking mouth shut until you were sold off, but now I'll have to tell the Captain that you used your mouth to make a sound."
I opened my mouth to protest, but Jordan quickly inserted the same gag back into my mouth. However, now that I had a tongue piercing and a exaggerated nose ring, the gag seemed to fill my face more than before; as I nearly panicked before I began sucking air in through my nose.
I watched as Daniel and the stranger began looping a wide strip of leather through my new nipple rings and tossed the other end over a pipe directly above
my outstretched body. Slowly, Daniel began taking up the slack; and soon my flesh was being pulled away from my body. I began thrashing my head from side to side, but Jordan quickly took hold on either side of my head to prevent any further movement.
After my nipples were stretched to Daniel's satisfaction, he took an identical piece of leather and threaded it through the two rings at the bottom of my nut stretcher. Again, same as my nipples he tossed the leather and began pulling. Now my nuts were being stretched upwards and towards my chest; straining every fiber and tissue which they were attached to my body with. Daniel pulled them so tight that my cock was now flat against my lower abdomen. I hadn't noticed until now, that Jordan had released his grip on my head and had taken similar leather and laced it through each of my freshly pierced ears and had tied my head to the table in such a barbaric fashion.
I'm not sure why, perhaps a new experience or having a third person in here with me; but without warning my bladder let loose, sending a river of piss down my stomach and onto my chest. I wasn't embarrassed by it at all. I figured that these sadists had seen this happen many times before and would just have to deal with it on their own. Not surprising, Jordan was ordered to lick up all up; which he obediently did, and I didn't have the least bit of feelings towards seeing Jordan lapping at my hot steamy man piss. When he was done, Jordan simply smiled, as he looked into my eyes from above. Don't get me wrong, I do like Jordan, especially since I will need him to assist in my rescue; but let's face it... he isn't helping the situation at present.
The next thing I know, this other man is between my legs, applying the solution which Daniel had prepared. It was cold on my skin, probably because a mans butt hole is a sensitive place. He kept applying it to the whole area around my asshole and even a couple of inches out. The cool sensation quickly turned to warm, then to hot. My antics of trying to escape the burning sensation apparently was quite funny to Daniel and this other man; as they both burst out in to fits of laughter which I never knew a person could make. "Easy 'boy', it's just the chemicals bleaching your ass. Your owner wants you to have pretty white skin around your fuck hole instead of the normal brown. Besides, it will make you look so much better and might even let a potential buyer observe your hole quivering to be fucked like a slut slave." I was devastated by what Daniel had just said. Tears came easily, as I thought of just how cruel my dad seemed to be and how naïve I and mom were all these years. Some fifteen or twenty minutes must have passed before Daniel handed the man a wet towel to wipe the vile solution from my skin. Daniel came close, for a better look; and decided that I needed yet another treatment of solution. The pain was unbearable, and when I regained consciousness the third man and Daniel were absent from the room. I was lucky in one way, which being my mouth gag had been removed.
"Here, drink this", Jordan said to me, "It will make you feel better and I've
added some medicine for your tongue piercing. Daniel will be back soon, so I
figured you'd like something cold to drink." I hadn't noticed, but Jordan had also untied my ears from the table; leaving the leather still attached to my large ear rings. He carefully raised my head up with one hand supporting my neck, while holding a plastic glass in his other hand. I quickly took the straw between my lips and began sucking profusely. I could detect what must have been the medicine, as well as some sort of fruit flavor. It was a blessing to have something wet and cold. "I don't know what is in store for you next, but you sure gave Daniel the opportunity he was waiting for. Now he gets to punish you for screaming. I've been through some of his punishments myself, and let me tell you... none of them are nice and all of them hurt like hell."
I looked around and since we were still alone, I decided that I'd say something to Jordan. It was now or wait until late into the night. "Jordan, I need your help. I need to get off this ship as fast as I can. I need you to help me, before it's too late. Will you help me? Please! If I give you one or two phone numbers can you call them for me? Or, can you sneak in and use one of the ships computers and get an email out for me?"
A look of surprise and shock came over Jordan's face. He quickly put his entire hand over my mouth. "You dumb shit! Now I'm going to have too tell Daniel that you were speaking again. Besides there are no phones anywhere aboard the ship that I could ever get my hands on. Secondly, why would you want to leave? Hell, a sex slave is a dream come true to some of us guys. Besides, who do you know that has enough pull, power and money to get you off of this ship? You certainly don't think I'm going to call some one to get you off, and leave me behind, do you? I volunteered for this, but I'm already tired of trying to find an owner. Nobody wants me I guess. They all want prissy white virgins like you!"
Jordan removed his hand, looking as if he was awaiting an answer. "Listen Jordan, I don't know anyone who has a lot of money or power except my dad and mom. If I give you her email address can you get to a computer and email her for me. You don't have to say much, but do tell her I need help. I can even give you one more address of a friend and you can send him the same email sort of."
Jordan scooted away, returning with a small piece of paper and a pen; which he handed to me, in silence. He released my right wrist, just long enough for me to scribble down the two addresses; one for my mom and the only other one I could think of next was Alan's. My wrist was re-fastened to the table, the paper went into Jordan's shorts and the pen was tossed back onto Daniels work space just seconds before Daniel and his buddy came waltzing back in to the room. I was scared to death, wondering if Daniel had heard any of the conversation, or if Jordan was going to rat me out for speaking or my plans to escape this 'devil's workshop'.
"Yes, indeed! It appears that the second application has done the job well. Now 'boys' asshole is snow white." Daniel said with an approving grin on his face. "Now, since 'boy' ate late and our noon meal is almost ready, I want you to take him on deck and get him set up in our special 'tanning booth'. We have just finished setting it up on the aft deck and filled the sprayer with tanning lotion; so get this pussy whore out of here on the double then get back here and clean up this fucking mess." After giving Jordan his orders, Daniel and his buddy left us alone, as they made their way to the mess hall.
"Like, I'm not starving?" Jordan said with a distasteful tone in his voice. "Every time this same thing happens! Fuck him and his shit! Now look at the mess I've been left. I got to get you all unfastened and on deck; then I got to hook you back up, to Daniels homemade 'tanning booth', clean up this room ... BEFORE I can eat my lunch."
I'd never seen anybody this mad before. Jordan was on a tear. He was quite rough with me as he undid all of my limbs and ring bindings. I kept silent and as still as possible; not wanting him to take out his anger on me, nor did I want him to spill the beans about my plans.
I could sympathize with Jordan somewhat, with Daniel barking orders to him, which in a similar manner my dad did with me. However, my young adult patience was wearing thin, to say the least and I was running out of time. As Daniel began unhooking my limbs, the spiked cock ring kept jabbing into my skin, and the nipple rings left my tits extremely sore as well. I got a bit light headed as Jordan helped me to first sit on the tables edge before I planted my feet of the floor. The walk to the main deck was uneventful, even though I heard some yelling and screaming coming from the engine room. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why the only sounds I ever heard from the engine room were always men yelling and screaming; and at this stage in my life, I didn't what to find out.
Once on deck, Jordan led me to the stern, where there was a large square frame, made of heavy iron pipe. In the center of the frame, elevated off the deck was a large piece of wood which seemed to be resting on something. An identical piece of wood was directly above the one on the deck. Jordan had me stand on the wood, while he gathered up some short pieces of chain, which were sitting next to one of the iron post. He then proceeded to chain my wrist to the overhead piece of wood, with the wrists spread out as far as possible. Jordan began to nudge my ankles further and further apart; which put a strain on my chest and arms, before he firmly chained them to the bottom board. "Now, you will stay like this while I spray you with Daniel's special tanning lotion. It will leave you with such a dark tan that people will think you've lived in the sun light naked for your entire life. All that is, except your cute fuck hole. Men like to see a slaves hole look nice and white; and on you... that will look very nice indeed."
Jordan reached up and flipped a lever above the wood, and did the same on the board that my feet were chained to. "Now, 'boy', every time you move or the ship moves you can sway back and forth and even spin around in complete circles." Jordan put both of his hands on my hips and quickly gave my body a hard twist, sending my body into a spin. He stepped back, just as the plank neared his legs. I was still spinning, slowly, by the time Jordan came back into view holding what I thought was a bug sprayer. He began spraying my body from the feet upwards, telling me to keep my eyes closed, as the spray might sting my eyes. I scent of the spray was rather nice, sensual in fact; as I could not only smell it but I could feel it as it was being applied to my cock and balls and the rest of my body. "Now I'm going to spin you one last time, very hard, so that any excess lotion will fly off. Too much in one place will make you look weird." Seconds after he'd finished speaking, I was spinning around like a kid's spinner toy. Not only was I getting dizzy but my stomach began to churn; and I feared I might have to toss my meal.
Without saying another word, Jordan walked away; leaving me to ponder my own existence and fate. For some time I was alone to gaze out over the water, hoping for a miracle. As the ship was so large, the waves had little effect on any motion, thus I didn't spin; but I did sway side to side at times. The air
wasn't as hot today as before and I knew that we were still heading in a southerly direction. My thoughts were interrupted by voices, which were making derogatory remarks about the 'white fag' and the 'whore boy'. Soon I was confronted by most all of the deck hands I'd seen the day before; all of whom had taken advantage of my nakedness and fondled or caressed some part of my body. Without knowing it, I must have instantly displayed a look of total fear towards these men; as they all inched their way closer and closer to me. Lightning fast came the insults and name calling, the likes I'd never expected. "Fag boy, ass eater, pussy boy, cuntface, cocksucker, shiteater", and the other typical bigoted remarks; had their intended affect on me. Before I could understand what was happening, two of the men began grabbing at my body; turning it clockwise, faster and faster. The entire group of men, six in all, was now
standing close to me, laughing at the sight before them. As my body turned in circles, the men took turns using their hands to take a firm and hard slap to my cock and balls. This went on over and over again for at least twenty minutes; before I heard the voice of Daniel, "Okay men, I think 'boy' has had enough punishment for today. I don't think he'll be yelling and screaming anymore today; so back away and let this pathetic excuse for a cum sucking slave boy to relax just a bit." The men moved back and watched Daniel as he slowly
approached my aching body. "Well now 'boy', I warned you about breaking the rules. And, as you've seen, I can find unimaginable ways to deliver punishments. Now, you just 'hang out' for a while and get some more sunshine on your lily ass." Daniel gave me one last terrific shove, sending me into motion once again; before he joined the deck hands leaning up against the stern rail, watching the sea foam, trail endlessly behind the ship.
Little did I know, nor did I expect, that Jordan would have taken this time to sneak into Daniels private quarters and avail himself of the computer. If I'd known that Jordan often ventured in there and used the computer I would never had been so mortified to of approached him in the first place. Regardless of the circumstances, at least Jordan took the initiative to do this one thing for me. It wouldn't be until late that same night that Jordan would tell me of his adventures on Daniel's computer. And the results which he obtained were sure to do more, much more, than just simply put a smile on my face. Results, which I'd have to pay for; one way or another.
But for now, as my body slowed to a halt, all the eyes of the crew had again shifted; from the sea foam blue waters of the Pacific, to my naked, oiled scared shitless body.
to be continued
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