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Sail Away Chapter Nine
I had faint hopes that my afternoon wouldn't have been to bad, or torturous, let alone humiliating. Little did I know, what torture was; not to mention humiliating. After recovering from my cock being slapped and beaten by the ship's deck hands, Daniel decided to have a bit more fun with me.
He had retrieved a hose, with a funky looking nozzle on the end of it; which he twisted, allowing water, lots of water, to flow from the hose. He quickly aimed the hose at my feet and the board to which they were attached to. The powerful force of the water began turning my body in circles. Daniel inched his way closer to me; which in turn placed more water against the board and my feet; turning me even faster. The increase in water pressure which was actually making contact with my feet began to sting my skin. At some point, Daniel simply kept the solid stream of water directed to the center portion of the board, thus giving my feet a respite. The sped with which I was turning was truly unbelievable. I had all I could do to keep my head and neck aligned with the rest of me.
Once, I'd reached whatever the speed was that Daniel felt appropriate; he began to move the hose up one of my legs; to a point where the stream of water was hitting my thigh, just below my entrapped nuts. I thought for sure that sooner or later my nuts were going to get flattened by the sheer force of water. Thankfully, for now, Daniel had opted to leave my most treasured parts alone. Back down the leg and up the other leg, Daniel went. If it hadn't been for the pressure from the stream of water, the coolness of the water would have become a relief.
Most all of the deck hands had moved closer to me, taunting Daniel to aim the stream at my cock and balls. Daniel wasn't swayed by their comments, thankfully. After about ten minutes of this 'water torture', Daniel twisted the nozzle closed and told the deck hands to get back to work, 'lunch break's over'.
Alone now with Daniel, my sense of fear seemed to become more heightened. His hands were now on my body, slowing me down until I came to a complete halt. I began to feel some relief, however brief, as the blood was still rushing through my body trying to find its' way back into my lightheaded brain. I hadn't noticed, from where, but now Daniel was holding two large, black and round, objects in one hand. And, just a quick, he had hooked one each onto my bound and grossly separated nuts. Cupping my balls, he finally spoke; "well, 'boy', since we can't fuck you or mark you until your owner gives us permission, the one thing I can do is to make you feel pain. Lots of pain; if you ain't man enough to take it. And, if you make a single sound, you'll set yourself up for even more pain." That said, and he let the two objects fall from his hands. The pain was excruciating and I almost screamed, but caught myself a split second beforehand. My nuts were in agony, being pulled away from my body; and the way that my cock and balls were all connected together with the steel bands, everything hurt more than I'd ever felt before. "Your owner wants your nuts' hanging low 'boy' and this is the best way to do it. Well maybe not the best, but it'll do for now. But, you just stay there, while I fetch something else for your tanning pleasure."
Daniel went over to the one shipping container, which he'd gone into many times before and returned with a weird looking arrangement of metal and wood. He moved behind me, which left me clueless as to what he was going to do. But I can tell you, that the object in question was clamped to the board I was standing on; and the upper portion of this weird object was placed directly into the crevice of my ass cheeks. He, Daniel, must have turned or cranked on something; as I could feel my cheeks begin to spread apart. The movement of air over my naked, and freshly bleached rectum felt quite nice, even if I say so myself. I discovered, after Daniel had stop spreading my butt, that I could 'almost' relax my legs ever so slightly; which took some of the pressure off of them. I guess that I was resting some of my weight on what ever it was that was spreading my ass cheeks apart. It was a relief, none the less.
Daniel then took the hose into his hands once again; to which I began to fear. Thankfully Daniel only opened the nozzle to a forceful fine spray. The water landing on my body, gave the sensation that I was being attacked by mosquitoes. From head to toe, over and over again, Daniel kept up the onslaught of what I began to consider a 'water torture'. When he was satisfied, for whatever reason, Daniel shut down the flow of water and simply walked away.
Left alone, I was able to regain some of my normal thought processes. I began to feel the intense pain from having my nuts stretched with the heavy weights; not to mention that the water which was sprayed on me, was sea water and as it dried, my skin began to feel quite uncomfortable. The sun was shining intensely into my now exposed butt, which, combined with my freshly 'bleached' anal region, made matters that much more difficult to deal with.
When Daniel did return, he once again began clicking away with his digital camera, always making references that the photos were to be sent to my 'owner'. Somehow, the word 'owner' didn't sit to well with me anymore, now that I knew that the owner and my dad were one in the same. I couldn't believe that my father was getting off at seeing photographs of me in such a demeaning and helpless state of being. I could only hope that he wasn't forcing my mom to view the pictures.
Shortly after Daniel left, Jordan appeared. He took a small hose and began rinsing my body off, followed by a gently soapy sponge bath. The water was cool, and didn't come from the sea. It was a relief to me, physically and mentally. Apparently Jordan cared for me, even if it was only to a small degree; his
efforts were much appreciated. When my body had gone through its' final rinse, Jordan once again sprayed me from head to toe, with the suntan mixture; making sure that he generously applied it to my snow white rectum.
Once completed, I was turned around facing the stern of the ship. Looking straight out, all I saw was the blue ocean, but looking down I could easily see the enema station; where, as I starred the men from the engine room began to arrive. I had never really had the chance to see them up close like this, and I must tell you that it was rather un-nerving. All of them had buzz cuts on their head, there was only a tale-tale patch of hair above each of their cocks, but the rest of their bodies were smooth like mine. They all stood straight, as each of them took up a place behind one of the little benches; which they would be laying on while getting their insides cleaned out. To my utter surprise, or better yet shock; I noticed that two of the five men didn't have any nuts. My mouth dropped wide open, as Jordan quietly explained to me that every manslave that enters the engine room will sooner or later have his nuts removed. Jordan continued to explain that any man that didn't get auctioned off or purchased for three sailings on the ship was sent to the engine room; where he'd stay until the ship reached a foreign port in northern Africa, at which time he'd be sold off rather cheaply as a slave for physical abuse and some of the most demented things a man can do to another human being. I now began to understand why, for the last two nights, I'd heard screaming and crying come from the engine room.
Not long after the last man took his position, Jordan went silent; as the 'first mate' arrived. He slowly walked in front of each man and then he walked slowly back and forth behind the entire line of men. I'm almost certain that he was doing all of this for my benefit, as he kept glancing up in my direction; which when he did, I tried not to make any eye contact with him what so ever. Daniel joined the 'first mate' and they talked in hushed voices; soon, however, they each had a man bent forward onto a bench. Both of the men dropped their shorts, standing there for me to witness their nakedness. Two other slaves instantly went to work, palpitating the exposed male members' until each of them was rock hard. Both men now, to me, looked so different; as each of them still had their pubic patches, which now seemed so distant. Without a word, without any condoms or lubricant, they slammed their respective dicks into the two waiting butts of the men laying before them. Yelps and moans erupted from the two unwilling men. Daniel was riding the man like it was a normal every day occurrence; simply ramming every inch of his manhood all the way inside. The first mate was doing the same to his slave; fucking him like he wasn't even human. The first mate raised his head, catching me looking at the action with my mouth still open, saying to me; "soon 'boy' you will be feeling the same as this piece of trash. You will learn to beg to be fucked and you will beg constantly to have a real mans cock in your ass and mouth. You will become nothing more than a place for a real man to unload his seed, and you will love it."
My mind began process what I'd just heard, as I continued to witness the impalement of the two slaves. Surely, he was just saying all of this to frighten me. I knew matter of factly, that Alan would have long since told me about fucking another man and how it made him feel. I couldn't visualize Alan fucking or being fucked by anyone, it just couldn't be so. Sucking cock and kissing, sure; but not sticking your dick into somebody's butt hole. Again, my thinking was disturbed by Daniel ranting a raving, as he began to breathe harder and harder; finally slumping over the sweaty flesh of the man he'd just raped. The first mate let out a few bellows of obscenities and he too drained his body of manseed.
After a brief moment, both men withdrew their cocks; fully coated in sperm and ass slime. Two of the other slaves immediately knelt down and began licking and sucking the two filthy cocks until each was clean. As I watched, my stomach was churning; to a point where there was no way I could keep from launching my stomach contents onto the deck. The fifth slave quickly assumed a position on his hands and knees and began licking up the mess I'd just made on the deck. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and passed out from the events I'd just witnessed, combined with the fact that I'd broken out into a profuse
sweat.
By the time I came to, I was fastened down to the enema bench; feeling my stomach filling and the fine spray of water coming down from above; as it washed away my sweat/tanning oil covered body. Several times my ass was filled and flushed, before I was released. They didn't even bother to remove the two heavy weights which had been previously attached to my nuts. As Jordan helped me to stand, I finally caught sight of my nutsack and saw just how effective the weights had been on my balls. Perhaps, if the balls weren't mine; I'd of thought the whole thing to be amazing, but my balls hurt badly and I knew that the weights weren't going to be removed any time soon.
Turned around, I came face to face with the first mate. He was staring at me, as if he was the face of death. He was totally naked and his cock was limp. Daniel was no where to be seen, which surprised me quite abit, not to mention, it made me very nervous.
At first, not a word was spoken; as Jordan from behind me, placed his hands on my shoulders and applied a downward pressure. I could do nothing, except to fall to my knees; looking directly at the first mates cock and balls. The smell was something that I wanted to forget, as it wasn't anything I'd even consider as being manly. With one hand coming around to my face, Jordan raised my snout ring as the first mate so hurtfully told me he wanted me to lick his balls. I didn't move, at least not yet, and that caused me to get my face slapped quite hard; sending my nerve endings into overload. While Jordan regained control over my ring, the first mate grabbed my head and pulled it into his crotch. I surmised that the order I was inhaling was the remnants of the butt fuck which had occurred earlier. After being told, once again, to lick his balls, I was helpless to do anything but. I could feel Jordan letting go of my nose ring, as it was now above my nose and my mouth was less than an inch away from a mans' nuts. I could feel the increased pressure that the first mate was applying to my head, and I didn't hesitate to open my mouth and let my tongue out; touching his nutsack. More encouragement, fearing more drastic punishment and I was soon licking this mans balls. The first mate began talking as if he was entering some sexual frenzy or something, and I was playing the role of his bitch whore. The name calling continued as I licked every inch of his balls, and then before I knew what was happening, I had one of his balls in my mouth, as it rested up against my new tongue piercing. More encouragement, if that's what you'd call it, and I had the second nut in my mouth; thankfully remembering, to breathe through my nose. Until Daniel spoke, I hadn't thought he was observing all of this; but in fact he was once again taking digital photos.
The first mate, pulled his hips back, extracting his balls from within my mouth. As I gasped for air, I opened my eyes to see his cock now totally engorged with blood. Tears began to make their way down my face, as his cock was now pointing at my lips and he was urging me, like I was some kind of slut, to wrap my lips around his shaft. My world, that I'd known, was ending. I was about to be orally raped, and I had no control over the situation. In order to offset any type of punishment, I opened my mouth as he brought his hips closer to my face. All I could think about was witnessing his raping another man, and I was deathly afraid he was going to ram his manstick down my throat, choking me to death. Luckily for me, he knew of my non-existent experience in sucking cock and allowed me to just keep the first inch or two in my mouth; as he coached me through my first experience. He was like earlier in the day when Jordan was working my mouth with the latex cock, but this was real; this was a real man's cock, full of blood and nerves. Now, Jordan was kneeling beside me, whispering instructions into my ear; as if he was coaching me on what he called the 'fine art of cock sucking'. My tears continued to rain down my face, as my mouth filled with choking amounts of saliva. Jordan never let up his constant barrage of cocksucking techniques; as I could also hear the first mate's voice speaking once again as if I was his whore boy. My entire being went blank, as I just knew that Daniel was snapping more pictures; soon to be transmitted via the internet to my father. Three days ago, I'd of told you that I was ready to handle anything that my father could throw at me, as I was not one to easily give in. Now, for the first time that I can remember, my father was getting it his own way. I didn't have my mom to fall back on, nor did I have the convenience of my friends. All I knew right this moment, was that I had a cock in my mouth, covered in spit; with slim to no chance of ever getting my life back. And had I of known that up on the outer stairs, leading to the wheelhouse, were the deckhands; watching me being stripped of my self worth, would have made the whole situation that much more humiliating.
"Now bitch, take my seed and swallow it!" the first mate shouted out; "Learn your lessons well slave boy. You'll suck a lot more cock before you get your ass off of this ship!" He began laughing, a demonic laugh, as his sperm shot from his cock, mixing with my spit and sliding down my throat. Thankfully, for me, I was to scared to even notice the taste, if there was one; as he finally withdrew his shaft from my face. I knelt there in total disgust with myself. Not a word was spoken, as I continued to inhale copious amounts of air; trying as I might to get my emotions under control.
As a last gesture of humiliation, Daniel and the first mate began reigning down torrents of hot, smelly, piss all over my face; some of which splashed on Jordan and the deck.
Now left alone with Jordan, I was once again rinsed off, soaped down and doused with cold water before being led back to my quarters.
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