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Sail Away Chapter  03

My  Tuesday went pretty good, all things considered. The housekeeper had 
already  begun cleaning my room as if I had died or something. She had even 
removed my  clothes in the dresser and stored them in the closet. The only things 
she left  in the dresser were my new socks and the nut hugging underwear. I had 
to admit,  once I caught sight of myself in the mirror, that the new underwear 
looked nice  on my rather lean physique.  

Dad had  taken me with him, to what was supposed to be a day at work. 
Instead, I found us  heading into the city, to the docks.  My father had never taken 
me down  there, only to his uptown office. The experience was a thrill, at 
first. It was  the first time that I'd been this close to one of his ocean going 
cargo vessels.  Not many of the ships came to New York harbor; instead they 
went to the home  port in California or Louisiana.  I was even introduced to one 
of the  captains, who more than graciously gave me a short tour of the ship. 
The only  place which we didn't go was way down into the engine room; as he 
said it was  always hot and steamy and the engine room crews were always rather 
randy  smelling. As I had learned, the crews quarters were rather small, and 
cramped  together, but the mess hall was nice and clean and my father and I 
were treated  to a mid morning coffee and pastry. The dude who served us seemed 
very polite,  but he also appeared to be very young. He was wearing short white 
shorts, so  short that if it had been me wearing them, my cock head would 
have been exposed.  He wore a white tank top which allowed me to notice that both 
of his nipples  were pierced with rather grossly oversized nipple  rings.

After  our ship tour, we went briefly to my fathers' office; where I'd been 
many times  before yet not much over the last five years. Some faces seemed 
familiar, but  there was an abundant amount of male employees now, more than I 
could ever  remember. Thankfully my dads' secretary was still there and I had a 
great time  talking to her while my father made some phone calls.  I learned 
that she  and a few others had heard of my rather precarious situation. There 
appeared to  be a look of concern on her face, but I didn't pursue it. She 
barely had time to  tell me to watch out for myself, and not to anger my soon to 
be new boss, the  ships' captain; when my dad came out and gathered me up.  

Apparently,  my father was going to take the rest of the week off (sorta) and 
do most of his  work from home. We had a good time talking on the way home 
and I never recalled  ever talking so much with my  dad.

At  dinner, I informed my parents that I was invited for a cookout with Alan 
and his  family on Wednesday. They seemed pleased that I wasn't just going to 
hang around  the house moping.  My Tuesday evening was like most others, 
cellphone and  computer. I even went back and looked at the website that Alan had 
left on my  computer. It seemed more 'friendly' to me now than it did the first 
time I saw  it.  

Wednesday afternoon came quickly. I drove over to my friend Alan's house. It 
was  the first time that I'd ever been invited there, as I'd never even met 
his  parents either.  A butler answered the door, well… I think he was the  
butler. He wasn't dressed like a normal butler but he still acted like one. I  was 
ushered onto the back lanai area, where Alan quickly greeted me and  
introduced me to his parents. They even had a 'cabana boy' fussing with things  around 
the huge pool. I quickly accepted the ice cold glass of beer, which  Alan's 
dad offered me. It was so good, that I'd soon want more. Alan's other two  
guest arrived, and it was clear that they'd been there many, many times.  

Shortly  after their arrival, another servant came outside and passed around 
snacks. This  servant was dressed much like the butler. Alan's dad took 
request for how we  wanted our steaks cooked and Alan's mom came over to join in our 
conversation.  

The way she  was talking, she must have assumed that I too, was gay. She 
didn't seem to think  otherwise. One might think that any friends your gay son 
brings home, must also  be gay. Not the case, where I'm  concerned.

The meal was delicious to say the least and afterwards, Alan's parents left 
us  four men alone, suggesting that a nice dip in their pool would help wash 
away  some of the worries.  

I commented  that I didn't bring a swimsuit, and Alan and the others simply 
laughed. They  weren't laughing at me, they were laughing because of what I 
just said. "Not to  worry, we always swim in the nude." Alan said with a  smile.

The  three of them were naked and jumping into the pool before I even had my 
sneakers  off. The 'cabana boy' was picking up their clothing and properly 
placing them on  some sort of rolling clothes  rack.

It  wasn't long, after I'd jumped into the pool that I soon learned that Alan 
had  already told the others about his and my tryst the other night. I could 
feel the  heat of embarrassment flush over my face, while the three of them 
worked closer  and closer towards  me.

Hands  were now running rampant over my nakedness, Alan being the more 
intimate, gently  playing with my manstick; which was quickly engorging with each 
beat of my  heart. Soon, however, the horseplay ceased and our two friends were 
out of the  pool, in the proverbial sixty nine position; as the 'cabana boy' 
looked on with  interest.

What followed was more of a shock to me than anything; as I found myself  
manhandling Alan's cock and balls beneath the surface of the water. I couldn't  
figure out why I was doing it, but regardless, it was something my brain wanted 
 me to do. 

Soon enough, the 'cabana boy' was called by Alan, to strip and join in the  
festivities. I was soon to find out that the 'cabana boy' was not an employee,  
but was just another household slave. Alan's parents had purchased his term 
of  indenturement, simply to have someone around the house for their son.   
Needless to say, all four of us got fantastic blowjobs from him and by the time  
the evening was over I wasn't sure of a lot of things. I said my good byes and 
 got a big hug and kiss from Alan, who professed to love me forever. As I 
drove  home, I couldn't help but wonder if time had allowed, if I would have ever 
put  my mouth around Alan's  cock.

Thursday also went by way to fast, with a flurry of activity around the 
house;  not to mention the hoards of friends stopping by for one last good-bye, 
which  included Alan. My heart felt truly sad, having to say good-bye to Alan; as 
it  seemed that over the past week, we had begun to form something more than 
just a  friendship.

By Friday morning, there was nothing left for me to do, except lounge around 
the  house, or lay by the pool. My thoughts were now totally focused on my new 
 adventure. After lunch, I, along with my parents took the long ride to the  
airport; where we boarded the company jet and headed  west.

After  arriving, and being driven to the company condo, we had a nice early 
dinner;  which left enough time for my father to take me for a ride down to the 
docks. I  was amazed at the size of these ships. I was even more captivated 
by the number  of them which 'we' owned. Tomorrow, I'd get my first look at, my 
first step  onto, one of them. What I had learned from the books didn't 
compare to what I  saw close up and  personal.

When Saturday morning came around, it was to much to bear for my mother; so 
she  and I had our private goodbyes inside the condo. I think she was, in a 
way, glad  that I was coming to terms with my future. I assured her that I'd keep 
in  contact with her, as often as time would allow. One final hug and I was 
on my  way, to  work.

As the  driver pulled onto the docks, I could easily see that some of the 
ships which  were there last night, had already left. We drove to the end of the 
pier before  the car came to a stop. I was somewhat anxious to see the ship 
that I'd be  working on.  It was glaring at me, the deck was full of cargo 
containers,  and who knows what below deck. My dad and I walked slowly towards the 
gangway;  where a gentleman dressed in white shorts and shirt was standing. 
Before  reaching the gangway, my father made a few last comments to me, some of 
which I  didn't understand; but acknowledged them  regardless.

I set my duffle bag on the ground and shook hands with the captain of the 
ship.  He seemed really nice. He appeared to be in his early forties, average 
build,  with neatly trimmed hair. His eyes were crystal blue and for a moment I 
thought  they were looking into my  soul.

Soon,  another man dressed in white shorts made his way down to the captain; 
and he too  was introduced to me. He was the first mate and would be my guide 
for a day or  two. My dad gave me a big hug, and the mate and I climbed the 
long incline up to  the ship. As I turned around, I could see my father talking 
to the ships'  captain, with one of his stern looks on his face.  

After being  shown where my bunk was, were to store my duffle bag and where 
the lavatory was;  the mate and I went up to the wheelhouse to see the captain. 
Little did I know  that this was just the beginning of my new  life.

I  stood by the back wall of the wheelhouse, while the captain was barking 
commands  over his walkie talkie, and the vessel came to life. More commands and 
the ship  was detached from the dock and some tug boats were gingerly coaxing 
the ship  away from the pier. I continued to stand quietly, yet the 
inquisitive side of  me, had me now staring out a window watching the activities, far 
below. Several  other men entered the wheelhouse and the captain was now giving 
them orders;  allowing the ship to move slowly, on its' own  power.

When  my attention was diverted back inside the wheelhouse, one of the things 
I  noticed was that the last men to arrive were wearing kaki colored shorts 
and  shirts and white sneakers. There was one oddly dressed young man standing 
just  behind and to the right of the captain, and he was dressed in a pair of 
pink  shorts, that barely covered his butt, and he was not wearing a shirt. 
>From the  back, he looked quite well proportioned. His back muscles seemed to 
exude, to  scream out, that he was tremendously well fit. He wasn't wearing 
anything on his  feet. 

I  must have been staring at the man to long, as the first mate came to stand 
in  front of me; disrupting my awkward glare. "You should be paying attention 
to  what the ship and the captain are doing; and not staring at any member of 
the  ships' crew."  Man oh man, did I feel  embarrassed.

"Sorry about that", I said. And with that sentence the first mate began his  
introductory rage. "You will never address any member of this crew who is  
dressed in white or kaki, with nothing less than a SIR!" he said, nearly  
shouting in my ear. "You will be allowed one hour each day to speak and ask  
questions; and that time shall be restricted until just before you  sleep."

Now  the face of the first mate had gone from his casual informative look, to 
one of  being a mean, brazen individual. He picked up a phone from the wall, 
pushed  three buttons and whoever answered it; was told in not so polite words 
to get  his butt up to the wheelhouse. I never saw or heard the captain 
interfere with  the minor commotion I was involved in. The man dressed in pink 
shorts remained  still and silent as well as did the other  men.

Soon  enough, a man came charging into the wheelhouse, out of breath; as if 
he'd been  running the entire time. "Take this man down to his quarters and get 
him in to  his proper attire!" the first mate said, nearly screaming at the 
man. "Yes,  Sir!" snapped the man as his reply.  

The man led  the way, as I followed; bewildered at what I had just been 
through. The more I  watched the man in front of me, the more I noticed that he was 
probably not much  older than I was. Once I got over embarrassed feeling, 
from just having my ass  chewed out, I noticed that the man in front of me was 
also dressed in pink  shorts; however, his shorts were made of material which 
was nearly see through.  I guessed that he wasn't wearing underwear, as I hadn't 
noticed any of those  lines you see when looking at a girl's ass from behind. 
 

I heard  voices which seemed to be coming from down near the water level; so 
I peered  over the railing to notice the men on the tug boats making obscene 
comments to  the man in front of me. They were calling him names and they even 
were down  there grabbing their crotches and taunting him with such verbiage 
as 'here you  go honey', or suck on this bone, bitch  boy'.

Thankfully, we made our way through a passage way door and down two flights 
of  steel steps, or ladders; back to the crews' quarters. I stopped outside of 
my  doorway, but the man continued on.  Soon, after a few steps, he too,  s
topped and turned to face me.  "This way boy" he said in a quiet voice. I  was 
about to say something to him, but he put a finger up to his lips,  indicating 
that I shouldn't say a  word.

I  followed him down one more flight of stairs, and he then led me into 
another  area that had four bunks, suspended from the ceiling by thick heavy 
chains. It  was here in this steel walled room that I'd begin to learn my  fate.

"Now  listen," he said, "This is your new sleeping quarters for the rest of 
the time  you are on this ship. And this is your bunk (pointing to a bottom 
bunk). Your  clothes are under your bunk in the left  drawer."

I  was once again about to say something but again he cut me off. "Please do 
not  speak, as if you do; both of us will be punished severely. Speak only at 
your  designated  times."

The  man introduced himself to me as Jordan, and that everyone on board this 
ship was  going to call me 'boy'. I was the only 'boy' on the ship. I was 
hoping that all  of this was some sort of hazing ritual; perhaps customary amongst 
sea faring  sailors.

"Now, let's get you changed into your work clothes." The moment he pulled my  
assigned drawer open, I knew this all had to be a joke. There was nothing in  
there except three pairs of pink, transparent, shorts. "Your duffle bag and 
all  of its contents have been removed to a secured storage locker. You are to 
wear  these from now on, but first we need to get you over to the barber shop, 
for a  proper hair cut. So off with those fancy shorts, shirt, and  shoes."

I  had every intention of running, and jumping ship. Nobody was going to cut 
my  hair. NOBODY! As I turned to run, the doorway was blocked by what I can 
only  describe as a giant of a man. I couldn't even see his head. All that I 
could see  was his honey colored skin, muscles everywhere, his orange colored 
jock strap  and what looked like wide thick strips of leather, criss- crossing 
his naked  chest.

"Oh,  that's Daniel, our barber, ships' doctor, and chief disciplinarian. 
Don't worry,  the only time you should be worried is if you are sent to him for 
something  you've done wrong. You're a smart guy, I can tell, so you won't be 
seeing too  much of him; but when you do, you'll wish you had followed orders. 
Now off with  those  clothes."

Stunned and frightened, I sat on the floor, nearly in tears. Jordon came and 
sat  down in front of me and started to untie my sneakers. "I'll help you out 
of  these things and that should help you some. You've got a busy day ahead 
and the  captain likes to keep things on a tight  schedule."

Jordon finished removing my sneakers and socks, and then had me stand up. The 
 coolness of the steel floor felt good on my bare feet, however I was still 
in  some sort of catatonic state and couldn't seem to move any part of my body. 
In a  matter of minutes Jordan had me totally exposed, and by now I was 
crying out  loud. "I'll go with you, if you want. That way you won't be too 
frightened.  Getting a hair cut is no big thing. All of us have to have Daniel keep 
us  looking  good."

Jordon took my hand and led me out, into the passage way, where I got my 
first  look at Daniels' face. He was a beautiful man, to say the least. The only  
negative thing about Daniel was that his head was shaved bald, and I couldn't  
see any hint of hair on any other part of his body either. Daniel smiled and  
extended his hand, introducing himself. His grip was inescapable. Jordan and 
I  followed him just a few steps until we reached what I found out to be 
called the  cleaning  station.

As  soon as my feet entered the room, I could feel the rumble of the ships' 
engines  pick up speed. I heard the ships horn sounding; apparently as a signal 
to the  tug boats, perhaps even the crew, that the ship was under its' own 
direction and  power. Daniel went and peered out of the portal for a few 
minutes, allowing me  to absorb the room and its'  contents.

Not to long, and the phone on the wall started to sound with intermittent  
buzzing. Daniel went and removed the phone, to which I could only obtain one  
side of the conversation. "Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir I understand, and I will see to it 
 Sir. No Sir, he's still here, helping out. Really Sir, I had no idea of that 
at  all Sir. At least two hours Sir. Yes Sir we shall see to it  Sir."

As  Daniel continued his telephone conversation, I once again began to survey 
the  room. It seemed rather large, at least from my perspective. There were a 
few  pieces of furniture, but they all appeared to be made of metal, perhaps  
stainless steel. Even what I perceived to be a barbers' chair was made out of 
 metal. There was one wall, completely filled with cabinets, which also had 
metal  doors; not to mention huge padlocks. One of the cabinets even had holes 
drilled  in it; similar to those old fashion lockers in school, top and bottom 
of the  front door. Jordan was given the keys to the cabinets and busied 
himself by  removing a large tray on wheels and putting items on it; to which I 
couldn't  clearly see from where I was standing. Once in a while, I noticed 
Jordon  glancing in my direction; his face not now showing any emotion.  

Just as  soon as Daniel replaced the phone, he went and stood next to Jordon, 
both of  them displaying their backs towards me. I knew that they were 
whispering,  assured that it was all about me. I became rather restless now, as both 
men  turned towards me, and slowly made their way to either side of me, 
taking firm  grasps on my wrists and upper arm. Talk about scared shitless, well I 
wasn't far  from it. 

They moved me over to the barber chair and politely told me to 'have a seat'. 
As  I turned around to back in to the chair, I noticed that the seat wasn't a 
full  seat; it almost looked like a weird shaped toilet seat. Once I was 
seated was  when I knew that my world was going to turn upside  down.

"Now  don't do or say anything that will cause you to be disciplined." Said 
Jordan.  "You can handle all of this and it will make you a much better slave… 
oh, I mean  person." I almost went ballistic when I heard Jordan use the word 
slave, but I  quickly remember the two bits of advice about talking and 
discipline. After all,  how bad can this haircut be; and even if I didn't like it, 
my hair would go back  fairly fast. For a fleeting moment, I almost thought 
that they didn't know who I  was; which surely would have caused them much grief 
if they were to really  mistreat me.

I decided to 'go along' with their game and began to relax, but I wasn't to 
keen  on the idea of them using wide leather straps to bind my wrists and 
ankles to  the chair. As the sound of the electric clippers filled the air I 
realized that  they were honestly going to cut my hair. I've always had the stylist 
use a comb  and scissor to style my hair, but never electric  clippers.

I  could begin to feel the shorn hair falling down my back and chest, in 
great  quantities. When Daniel ran his hands over my head, was the first 
indication  that he had clipped it down to a nub. I was mortified and I just knew that 
when  mom and dad heard about all of this that somebody would more than likely 
lose  their job; enough is  enough.

When  Jordan came forward with a large bowl of steaming water and an old 
fashion  shaving brush I became even more frightened. No sooner had he moistened 
my  stubbles and brushed on the shaving cream, Daniel revealed the old fashion  
straight razor and in less than two minutes had scrapped my scalp completely  
bare. Jordan was kind enough to use a towel and remove the remnants of 
shaving  cream and loose stubble from my  head.

"Now  close your eyes, and keep them closed until I tell you to open them 
again,"  Daniel said with a serious tone to his voice. Not aware of what was 
coming, it  probably was best that I followed his directions.  

Again, I  felt the warm water, this time on my eyebrows. The shaving soap and 
razor  followed and I was now denuded of eyebrow hair as well. To my 
surprise, Jordan  held up a small mirror so that I could see myself. I nearly fainted 
as the light  from above bounced off of my bare head. I looked like some sort 
of  freak.

I  heard a noise from behind my head followed by Daniel saying to me, "now 
just let  your head fall backwards onto the padded head rest." Once again I 
followed his  orders; and before you could say 'fuck off', Jordan had confined my 
head to the  headrest via a thick, wide leather strap. Had I known what was 
coming, I would  have begun to scream and shout. Another strap was placed over 
my chest and  cinched ever so tight, followed by yet another one just above my 
pubic  region.

Jordan came over to my right side and removed my wrist restraint and pulled 
my  arm away from my body, diagonally. Daniel began to lather up my whole arm, 
from  the back of my hand all the way up to my shoulder. He took a minute or 
two and  used an old fashion strap to hone the edge of the straight razor 
before he began  his job as barber. It almost tickled when the razor removed the 
hair from my  armpit. The same thing was done to my left arm and I was beginning 
to feel a  little bit of breeze come through the small portal, which caused 
my body to  involuntarily shiver. With my arms done and re-attached to the 
chair, both men  methodically began to shave my  chest.

I was  holding out hope that their little 'fun and games' would cease, but 
when they  put the chest strap back on me, I knew I was in for more dehumanizing 
 treatment.

Daniel reached beneath the chair and extended some type of handle gadget; 
which  he began turning. The chair slowly began to rise up from its' former 
position.  When Daniel released his handle, Jordan took another handle and began 
turning it  in a clockwise direction; and I not only saw, but felt my body being 
leaned  backwards.

Daniel had moved to stand in front of me, but strain as I did, I could only 
see  his face. He leaned forward, for what I discovered was yet another handle 
which  he began cranking around with rather fast motions. The motion of the 
chair now  proceeded not only to raise my legs, but also to spread them further 
and further  apart.  Soon I began to feel the muscles straining, but Daniel 
kept on  cranking. All I could do, all I could see were my legs raised well 
above the  rest of my body and the ankles were slowly being pulled to each side; 
almost  wide enough to split me into two  pieces.

In  this position, is when I felt the air flow across my now exposed asshole. 
It  felt rather erotic for a few moments, until my brain brought me back to 
reality.  Now I can understand the configuration of the seat which I was 
affixed  to.

My legs  were done in like manner, as the arms; before Daniel released the 
strap above my  pelvis and shaved my abdomen area smooth. Daniel then proceeded 
to lather up and  shave my ass, which really scared me.  

Jordan came  into view, briefly, as he began soaping up my cock and balls. To 
my surprise, my  cock began to harden and I just knew that the two men would 
say something about  it, and they did. "The man who sent you here wants your 
cock and balls baby butt  smooth, so try and relax and everything will go 
good." What the fuck was he  talking about? My father would never even think of 
something like  this.

Try as  I might, my cock was soon rock solid. Jordan kept one hand stroking 
my manhood  while he used the other to massage the shaving soap all over my 
balls. "It's ok;  we all get stiff when we are shaved. Besides, you might do well 
if you cum once  or twice while you're in the chair. Never can be sure when 
you'll bust a nut  after today, 'boy', Jordan said with a rather cute sexy 
facial  expression.

I was doing my best not to speak, for fear of anything else going wrong; but, 
if  this little charade keeps up I'll surely let it be known just who the 
fuck I am.  Time was quickly running out, as were my patience; over this simple 
yet  demoralizing  situation.

Daniel made quick work of shaving my cock and balls, again the breeze sent  
chills up my spine. Two long and steady blasts from the ships horn caused the  
next comment from Jordan. "Great, now we can get down to real work; we've just 
 entered international waters."  I was clueless to his statement, and I  
really didn't give a shit; that is, until I remembered that a ship in open water  
is like their private world, with the captain of the vessel being like judge,  
jury, executioner, mayor and  governor.

Jordan took his time wiping off the remnants of shaving soap, sliding the 
damp  towel ever so slowly over and around my cock and balls; even commenting 
that he  was surprised that I hadn't gotten off at least one volley of manseed. 
Again,  Jordan brought the mirror over and positioned it so that I could see my 
naked  fuck stick and baby makers. I was beyond comprehending what they'd 
done to my  body; only now, beginning to shed  tears.

Before I knew it, the first mate had entered the cleaning room. All I could 
see  was him standing directly above my head close enough so that for a moment 
I  thought I could smell his manliness. He had a medium sized box in his 
hands,  which he handed over to Jordan, as he addressed Daniel. "The boy's owner 
sent  along this box of goodies for the boy. I haven't any idea what is in it, 
except  that he also sent along a handful of photographs which indicate how he 
needs his  boy to look, when you are done with him." He reached into his back 
pocket and  produced quite a number of five by eight pictures; handing them to 
 Daniel.

"Holy shit", shouted Daniel, "we haven't done a boy like this in over five  
years. It sure will be nice when he's all prettied up, that's for sure. I hope  
some of the things in these photos are in the box, because we sure as hell 
don't  have things like that. You know Sir that it is going to take longer to do 
these  things than what the captain has allotted time  for."

"Yes,  I've made the captain aware of the time factor and he simply said to 
get it all  done and finished, regardless of how long it takes. Besides we 
won't be at our  first port of call until late Friday"; said the first mate, with 
a lot more than  just an authoritative  voice.

After  his brief conversation with Daniel, the first mate began closely 
inspecting my  body. When I felt his hands touch me, I was repulsed by him. How can 
anyone  treat another human being in such a way? I'm the owner's son and just 
as soon as  I tell my dad what is going on he'll get me off this ship and 
fire the whole lot  of them. But, why am I being talked about, instead of talked 
too? What is all  this stuff about an 'owner'? I'm legally an adult now and I 
don't have an owner,  nor am I a slave. Damn these people, to  hell.

No  sooner had the first mate stroked my cock to full attention, and laughed 
about  my hairless manhood, he left the three of us alone. Now, the only thing 
I can  remember him saying was something about 'goodbye mister and hello  
boy'.

In my  gut, I jut knew that I was getting ready to undergo something a lot 
more  degrading than my hair removal had been. Like, haven't these guys had 
enough fun  at my expense? 



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