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Sail Away   Chapter Four

The room fell silent, nothing seemed to be moving; with the only thing my 
senses  could detect was the smell of the salt air, and the constant air flowing 
over my  hairless body. I kept opening and closing my eyes, hoping that all of 
this was a  dream. I don't know how long the silence and absence of movement 
lasted but it  seemed like a lifetime; a lifetime of  hell.

Jordan's body next to mine was the first indication that this wasn't a dream, 
 regardless of how much I was hoping that it was. The look on his face was  
something that I just couldn't figure out. I didn't know whether or not it was 
a  look of sympathy or eager anticipation. Then I remembered that my father 
once  told me that if any one expected sympathy from him; that they could find 
it  (sympathy) in the dictionary located between the words 'sex' and 
'syphilis'.  Consequently my mind registered that the look Jordan was giving me was one 
of  eager  anticipation.

I began to hear Daniel mumbling to himself, as he was apparently rummaging  
around in one of the closets, trying to find something; which he must have  
located because he soon appeared on the opposite side of my bound  body.

"Here,  you can use this stuff. I haven't ever used it before, but I've heard 
it was the  best stuff money can buy. At least this goop and the other things 
in the box  seemed to be top of the line shit." Daniel said, handing Jordan a 
plastic can,  about the size of a large container of Crisco. "I'll get 
started with something  else while you finish his body  preps."

The  moment Jordan opened the can, the whole room smelled of piss. He made 
some  acrimonious comment about the smell before he began talking to me. "Don't 
worry  about the smell, you'll get used to it and the taste that goes along 
with it."  I, once again, had not clue as to what he was talking about. "I'm 
going to rub  this stuff all over your body, and we'll have to leave it on for at 
least thirty  minutes. So, once I start I can't stop and I suggest that if 
you need to piss,  you best be getting to it." I sure did have to piss, no doubt 
about that; but if  they weren't going to release my bindings, how could I 
empty myself. Before I  knew it, Jordan had his mouth over my cock, but he 
wasn't sucking me off.  

"What  Jordan is trying to explain to you, 'boy', is that you need to piss 
now. He is  waiting for your piss, so let it go NOW!" Daniel said in a 
unpleasant tone. How  was I supposed to know what was happening. With my legs spread 
out like a  filleted fish, not to mention up in the air the tendency to piss 
wasn't there.  Jordan began to softly and slowing massage my right side, just 
below the rib  cage; as I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate enough to piss. 
His hands were  smooth and supple, like Alan's and his moist mouth felt 
wonderful. As I started  to think of Alan, my whole body relaxed and my piss flowed 
in what I perceived  as an endless  stream.

Jordan smiled at me, as he withdrew his mouth from my cock. This was starting 
to  get on my nerves; as nothing in this world, as an initiation, could be so 
 degrading. Surely this man, this young adult, could not have liked 
swallowing a  full bladder of my hot piss. I could only close my eyes, now more than 
ever, not  wanting to see what was coming  next.

"Now",  Jordan began to explain, "I'm going to rub your whole body with the 
stuff. It is  supposed to keep your hair from growing back for at least one to 
two months. If  you don't like the smell, there isn't anything I can do to 
change that; so just  get used to it. At least this new stuff, is supposed to be 
more humane and not  burn, so that is a plus." That said, Jordan released the 
binding over my  forehead and began to slowly rub the greasy substance onto my 
bare skin. It took  him about five minutes, and my head was covered in a 
thick layer of this  goop.

Daniel  excused himself for a few minutes, needing to retrieve something from 
his  quarters; which was somewhat of a relief for me. At least I didn't have 
two men  sauntering around, messing with me; not for now  anyway.

"Now  listen carefully." Jordan whispered, "I've got to do this or else I'll 
be  severely punished. The rest of the time you're in this room isn't going to 
be  all that nice. I'll do what I can to help you, without it looking like I 
am. The  first mate brought down a box full of fittings for your body and 
there is now a  photograph of how you are supposed to look when Daniel is done. 
Don't make too  much of a fuss or else you will get a whipping in front of the 
entire crew,  except the ones over in the engine room. You have a lot to learn 
before Friday,  so if I were you I'd keep my eyes and ears open and my mouth 
shut. Just do as  they tell you to do and what they tell you to do; and you 
might just make it off  this ship without to many whip lashes all over your body. 
If you complain too  much or are not obeying, the captain will see to it that 
Daniel removes your  testicles; and I know that a well hung man like you 
needs his  balls."

I  hadn't noticed, but while Jordan had been talking to me; he was also 
applying  the hair stuff. He saved my cock and balls for last, thankfully, as while 
he was  applying the ointment, my cock sprang to life. Just then Daniel came  
back.

"Well,  let's have a look at your work, Jordan." Daniel said, almost as if he 
was a boss  around here or something. "Did you forget something? Looks to me, 
that you have  forgotten to put the ointment around the 'boys' fuck chute. 
What have you been  doing, while I've been gone? You aren't getting lazy on me 
are you?  You've  got him all tied down and tilted, not to mention his legs out 
of the way, his  fucking ass hole staring you right in the face and you 
forgot to put the grease  on it? Something doesn't seem right about all of this, 
but trust me; you shall  pay for your absent  mindedness."

Daniel reached for a hand full of goop and slapped my asshole with the stuff, 
 smearing it none to politely all over my hole and between the cheeks. When 
he  was finished, he quickly grabbed Jordan around the neck; and with Jordan  
somewhat immobile he proceeded to wipe his slimy hand off on Jordan's short 
hair  cut. "Now, let's wait awhile and see if it works just as well on you as it  
should on the 'boy', and perhaps this will teach you a valuable lesson", D
aniel  said laughingly. "You know", Daniel continued, "perhaps you missed his 
pucker  hole on purpose. I guess by now you have figured out that he isn't a fag 
like  you. Well, fag or no fag, he'll learn to suck cock and take dick just 
like you;  or perhaps even better than  you."

When  those words registered in my brain I didn't know what to think. All I 
knew was  that nobody was going to be sticking their cock up my ass and I sure 
as hell  wasn't going to be sucking anybodies dick. That I knew for  sure!

Daniel  began explaining to me, the different colors worn by the men on the 
ship; which  when he describes pink as worn by 'pussy boys' I wanted to reach 
out and give  him a knuckle sandwich. He went so far as to explain each of 
their duties, once  or twice mentioning (briefly) the men who worked in the engine 
room.   However, he never went into detail about those men or why they only 
worked in  the engine room. But for sure, I knew from the little reading I'd 
done; that  seven men working in the engine room seemed to be more than normal. 
When he  described the pink shorts, he seemed to beam brightly, as he went 
into the  duties of the pink shorts. I knew this was a joke, of course. Nobody in 
this  world would want, nor be made to do what he just told me. But, his 
scare tactics  at least got my attention for awhile. Dad would straighten every 
thing out. I  can't wait to ask him, if grandpa had put him through the same 
initiation. If I  was a betting man, I'd bet that just as soon as the stuff was 
off my body,  they'd let me up and hand me my regular clothes. Nothing in this 
world could  ever be as bad and as cynical as Daniel makes it out to  be.

But once  Daniel had finished his little orientation sermon, I closed my 
eyes; trying to  consider everything he'd said. It did, in a way, strike me funny 
that if this  was some sort of initiation, why Jordan would swallow my piss 
and why was Daniel  so adamant about covering my ass with the cream stuff; and 
what is all the talk  about the box. I'm guessing that my shirt, shorts, undies 
and shoes are in the  box; just waiting for me once I'm off the chair. How 
could I be so gullible,  thinking that the little talk Jordan gave me, was for 
real. This whole thing was  elaborately planned out, and my dad must be the one 
who would get the last  laugh, at my  expense.

Reality came back, as I felt a finger slid down the top of my head. "Nope, 
it's  not done yet." Daniel said, "I guess I should have looked at my watch 
first.  We'll leave it on for another ten minutes or so and then check  again."

Before I could realize what was happening, Jordan snapped some kind of a 
clamp  on my right nipple and I screamed the loudest I'd ever screamed. Once my 
lungs  were empty, Jordan place an identical clamp on my left nipple; once again 
 causing me great  discomfort.

Daniel approached with nothing less than an evil smile on his face, yet he  
remained silent. He lifted up the clamp on my right nipple, causing me more  
pain; as he fastidiously tied a small rope through the little ring at the end.  
What he did with the other end of the rope, is what really got me to screaming 
 and yelling.

The free end of the rope was looped around my big toe. Daniel began pulling 
the  rope end back towards my head. The more he pulled on the rope, the more my 
 nipple was being pulled away from my body. Eventually the rope was tied 
right  back onto the same ring of the nipple clamp; thus, for now, leaving me with 
a  situation I had no control over; let alone understanding the reason for 
this  painful experience. Daniel seemed to enjoy hearing me scream and cry, as 
his  smile never diminished. By the time Daniel had tied up my other nipple, I 
was  nearly delirious; screaming and yelling and finally speaking.  

"We told  you to be silent. We told you not to make any noise or to speak and 
you've  already broken that rule more than once." Daniel said, taunting 
himself over me.  

Daniel  turned to Jordan saying, " Bend and let me have it!"  All I could 
see, from  my position, was Jordan turning away from me and bending forward. I 
didn't have  the faintest idea what the fuck was going on now. But, why was 
Jordan showing  Daniel his  ass?

What  happened next, told me that this was no longer anything like an 
initiation or  hazing. When Daniel returned, facing me, he held in his hand a black 
object  which I learned, later, was a butt plug. Apparently Jordan had been 
keeping it  up his butt all this time. It was about the size around and in length 
of an ear  of corn, but slightly tapered at the one end and it had a large 
round base.  Daniel took his right hand and pinched my nose closed. After just 
what must have  been seconds, I opened my mouth to get air; and that's when the 
plug found its'  way into my mouth. I gagged profusely, but to no avail as 
Daniel held the thing  in my mouth with his hand. It took a while before I got 
control of my breathing,  but I managed somehow. The taste of the plug was 
awful. It was like I had a  piece of ice cold southern fried chicken in my mouth. 
The sensation that I had a  mouth full of grease was disgusting. Daniel made 
one final remark before he and  Jordan got to work. "Do I need to tape this 
butt plug in your mouth, or are you  going to be a good 'pussy boy' and get with 
the program?" I didn't make a single  sound, which apparently pleased Daniel 
quite a  bit.

Before  I could figure out what was going to happen next, Jordan began 
rubbing the  ointment from my body, commenting that the new 'stuff' really worked 
great. I  guess he meant that he didn't feel even the slightest amount of 
stubble on my  body. Like before, my cock rose to the occasion when he was toweling 
the greasy  substance from my  dick.

Daniel, once again, reached beneath the chair and began moving the cranking  
handle. As I felt my feet being lowered, still spread out wide, my nipples 
began  to feel the strain of the ropes. There was nothing I could do except make  
muffled attempts of screaming; but nothing even close to what it would have  
sounded like, had I not had my mouth stuffed with this latex plug. It felt 
like  he was lowering my feet quite abit; but in reality it was only about an 
inch. I  guess he just wanted to remind me, that he was still in  charge.

I  hadn't noticed when, but Jordan had removed his pink shorts; and was now  
beginning to climb onto the chair facing towards me. Daniel commented to 
Jordan  something about this being Jordan's only fuck for the day. Slowly Jordan 
reached  between his own legs, taking hold of my cock and placing it at the 
entrance to  his asshole. Gingerly, he began to impale himself on my cock. I 
closed my eyes,  trying not to think about this situation; hoping that my brain 
would transfer  these feelings to the last time that I got into some girls pants. 
Thankfully  Jordan avoided hitting either of the two ropes which were 
connected to my  nipples. Jordan, although riding my cock, wasn't smiling. He slowly 
moved his  body up and down and occasionally he moved toward my head and back  
again.

"So  'boy', you liking the fucking you're giving this pussy? I guess all you 
rich  boys never thought the day would come where you'd be fucking a faggots' 
ass.  You'd best be liking it, a lot; because you are going to soon be the one 
getting  fucked. Every cock on this boat is going to fill your hole with man 
cum." Daniel  said  sadistically.

I could see Jordan's eyes begin to water, as his face remained 
expressionless. I  suppose that Daniel is responsible for making him slide on my cock. 
Jordan began  to slow down, enough so that I wouldn't dump my seed to fast, if at 
all. Jordan  finally made direct eye contact with me, and that was when I could 
tell that he  was enjoying the ride, but I could also tell that he wasn't 
extremely happy to  be doing it in this fashion.  Once again, I closed my eyes, 
trying to  derail my thought process; thinking about dad and mom, my friends 
back home, my  car; anything just to help me forget that my cock was buried 
completely up a  mans butt. It didn't help much, but at least I tried.  

Daniel  startled me when he shoved a large photograph of a man dressed in 
pink shorts,  in front of my face; saying, "Look at these pictures real close 
'boy'. You are  going to look like this 'boy' except you are going to look even 
better." The  photo showed a man, about my age; completely hairless, wearing 
his pink shorts.  They must have cut a hole out of the center, because his dick 
was poking right  through. I could easily tell that the shorts were a lot more 
'see through' than  those worn by Jordan and the other guy up in the 
wheelhouse. Things still didn't  seem to becoming any clearer for me now, than they 
were when all of this began;  but, as long as it soon ended and I could get on 
with my job, the better off I'd  be.

As weird  as it sounds, not to mention feel; I was beginning to enjoy my cock 
being humped  by Jordan. The more I stared at him, while he was exercising 
his body the same  time he was riding my cock; I began to see a little bit of 
beauty in him. The  nasty taste was subsiding in my mouth, although my jaws were 
getting stiff from  being kept spread so wide; but just knowing that this 
plug came out of Jordan's  ass made it all not seem so bad. It wouldn't have been 
the same thoughts, if the  plug had come from someone else. Yes, I know I'm 
starting to think and sound  gay, but I'm just stating a  fact.

The  next photo Daniel placed in front of me was of the same male but this 
time only  a face. The mans ears had humungous ear rings dangling, almost 
touching his  shoulders. They looked as if they belonged on a girl, not a man. The 
third  picture shown to me was again the same man. This time he had his mouth 
open and  I could plainly see that his tongue was now pierced, not to mention 
the large  ring running through his septum. The next photo showed the man 
wearing a collar.  From what I could tell, it was a leather collar that had been 
dyed bright pink.  It had at least six large D rings perfectly spaced around the 
circumference of  the collar. 

Not having any body piercings or tattoo's myself; although I'd wanted them, 
had  an adverse reaction in my thought process. The pictures didn't look bad at 
all  to me. I have friends with body piercings and tattoos' and they looked 
great on  them. I suppose I never got mine, knowing that my parents would find 
such things  morally wrong for someone of my heritage. The next picture, 
showed the man  displaying rather ominous nipple rings. I don't think it was the 
size of the  rings, themselves, that caught my attention at first; but it must 
have been the  fact that the mans' nipples appeared to be stretched at least an 
inch away from  his body. I'd seen females with rings this big and nipples 
stretched out, but  never a man. I just seemed, 'out of place' for some  reason.

There was on guy in gym class who had his dick pierced and I couldn't help  
seeing it when everyone showered together. Of course the one or two openly gay  
guys loved looking at it and tugging on it, but I could never see myself with 
 one; besides it looked like it must have been an extremely painful 
experience.  The only reason I was thinking about dick piercings was solely due to the 
fact  that Daniel was now holding up a photograph of the man, now with an 
obscenely  large ring running through the end of his cock. I shivered to think, 
just how  painful it must have been for the unsuspecting man.  

It seemed  strange, when Daniel ordered Jordan to dismount. My cock quickly 
deflated,  coming to rest on my balls. Daniel sent Jordon off to get a pair of 
my shorts,  while he (Daniel) placed a folded towel on my lower chest. The 
softness of the  cotton fabric felt wonderful on my smooth  skin.

"There  are more pictures to show you, but I think you've seen enough for 
now. At least  you have an idea about what I'm going to be doing to you." Daniel 
said in a way  that seemed rather calming. "I'm not going to bullshit you; 
these body piercings  are really going to hurt. Normally a small needle is run 
through the skin first,  but since you are supposed to be ready and available by 
our first port of call;  I'm just going to have to use the proper size needle 
for the larger rings. I  will, however, give you an injection that will 
slightly lessen the amount of  pain, but not all of  it."

Jordan  came back in, carrying my pink shorts. Daniel showed him a photo, 
which I'd yet  to see, and told Jordan to get busy cutting my shorts to match the 
shorts in the  picture. I knew only of the hole in the center of the shorts, 
exposing the mans'  cock; but I fully understood Daniel when he told Jordan to 
make sure the legs  were shorter than the photograph, as he emphasized the 
importance of each leg  being of equal  length.

I  felt the sting of the needle in my arm, and awaited the onslaught of 
needles  poking holes in my body. Daniel did say that it would take several minutes 
to  take hold, as he stepped away from the chair. When he returned he was 
holding  something that looked as if it had come from the dark ages of history. 
It was  made of metal, thick and round. The hole in the center of it was about 
two  inches in diameter, and the whole outside of this thing was covered in 
what  looked like sharp spikes, of varying lengths and  thickness.

Daniel held it ever so close to my face, giving me a perfect view of this 
thing,  whatever it was. "Now I bet you don't even have a clue do you, as to what 
this  is. I'm going to put this around your cock and balls, 'boy'. Not only 
is it  extremely heavy, these spikes will keep your legs apart very nicely. 
You'll be  walking funny from now on, that's for sure. And this is only one of 
the many  things in the box, from your owner. It must be nice to have an owner 
who thinks  of everything you  need."

In a  brazen tone of voice, Daniel called to Jordan to come stand between my 
legs;  which he did without hesitation. "Since 'boy' hasn't popped his nut 
yet, perhaps  you'd best finish him off; besides you left some of your ass slime 
all over his  cock. Once I ring him good and proper, he won't be having an 
erection for a few  days, let alone a desire to spill his 'boy  seed'.

As  much as I was beginning to hate the word 'boy', I didn't dwell on it to 
long; as  Jordan engulfed my cock completely within the confines of his mouth. 
It felt  great. None of the girls that I'd coaxed into sucking my cock ever 
felt as good  as this or when Alan sucked me off; not to mention that none of 
them wanted to  taste my sperm as much as Alan did. My cock rapidly inflated, 
yet Jordan was  able to keep all of it in his mouth. I'm no doctor, but I do 
know that my cock  is long enough to choke a girl's mouth; so what is Jordan 
doing with all of it  in his mouth. It must've gone down his  throat.

With  my eyes closed, concentrating on the magnificent feeling traveling from 
my cock  to my brain; I hadn't paid any attention to Daniel. I didn't even 
feel him  touching my body; as every core of my being was consumed with the 
blowjob I was  receiving. I knew that my eyes were beginning to roll, beneath my 
eyelids; I  knew, too, that from the contractions that my sperm cords were 
having that my  blast of man seed wasn't far off.  

Even with  my head bound to the chair, I vainly tried to move; as my cum was 
making its'  presence known. I began to moan, filling Jordan's mouth with my 
seed; but my  ecstasy lasted but a second or two. Daniel had driven the first 
of two needles  into my body. With my eyes wide open I saw him lean over me, 
and quickly run my  other nipple through with a needle. I found myself screaming 
those muffled  sounds of pain and agony.  

Jordan had  since withdrawn his head from my cock and was licking my nut 
sack, as I slowly  regained what little control I had left to get air into my 
lungs, through my  nose. "Sorry about that," Daniel said. Was I really supposed to 
believe he was  sorry? "I thought by now that the meds would have taken hold 
and you wouldn't  have felt the pain as much; so I guess I'll just give you 
another dose of it…  well… maybe what I should do is give you a double  dose."

When  he said that, I wasn't even thinking of the pain. I was beyond the pain 
now;  thinking only about the terror which seems to be looming ahead. But 
before I got  the double dose of pain killer, Daniel produced the two nipple 
rings; holding  them up so that I could see them. "Now, I've got to push the 
needles out and  replace them with your new 'pretty boy' rings." That said, Daniel 
took the first  ring and used it to push the needle completely out of my 
nipple. He twisted it  and slid it around inside the fresh hole for a second or two 
before he took a  weird looking tool and squeezed the two ends together; 
sliding the joined ends  so that they were hidden by my skin, leaving nothing but 
a perfectly round and  smooth ring through my tit. He held up the mirror, 
allowing me a perfect view of  my nipple. I knew something looked different than 
the nipple rings I'd seen  before. Daniel had pierced my skin at the base of 
the nipple, thus leaving the  actual nipple totally intact. I instantly realized 
that the rope and tit clamp  were still attached as well. The remaining 
nipple was finished off in like  fashion, including allowing me to see for myself 
the matching pairs of steel  rings now adorning my chest.  

"I guess  now would be as good a time to give you that next injection", 
Daniel said. As he  turned to get the needle and pain drug, Daniel, lightning fast 
yanked the clamps  off of my tits. I screamed as the blood began rushing back 
into them, and  quickly found myself passing  out.

I  couldn't have been out that long, as I felt Daniel once again jabbing 
needles  into each of my ears. It didn't hurt all that much, but I could still 
feel the  dull pain that accompanied each needle stick. Apparently, Jordan had 
cleaned up  the little bit of blood from my nipples and had applied some type of 
cream which  helped to deaden the discomfort. Once Daniel had completed my 
ears, he made the  comment that now I had four perfectly matched rings.  

Daniel was  bold enough to have asked Jordan which ring he should install 
next. Jordan was  silent for the longest time, as if one would hurt more than the 
other. It was  either going to be my septum or my cock.  Jordan never 
answered, but by his  actions; he had answered Daniels'  question.

Jordan went right to work sucking my balls into his mouth, one at a time. I 
will  admit, the feeling was worth the world; as his moist mouth worked its 
magic on  my balls. After several minutes, orally manipulating my balls, Jordan 
moved his  mouth down to my rectum. He began licking and slurping away at my 
hole.  Initially my thoughts were of disgust, but as the seconds ticked away 
they began  to turn on me. I tried to feel every little part of his tongue on my 
skin. It  was rather unique knowing that his tongue was making those 'darting' 
motions  directly onto my virgin rosebud. The longer he lavished himself with 
my ass,  allowed my cock to rise once  again.

A  short while later, Jordan's tongue bath didn't feel as good, or should I 
say …  didn't feel as sexually exciting. The double dose of drugs must have 
started  their magic.

Daniel approached my face, and placed two small instruments, one in each 
nostril  and pulled them towards the top of my head; letting they lay flat over my 
eyes.  Jordan had stopped his tongue bath and assumed a new position behind 
me. Once  Jordan had picked up the free end of the two instruments, I could 
vaguely see  his face; if I kept my eyes rolled back. Apparently, due to the size 
of the  needle and ring my nostrils had to be held back out of the way. Bound 
as I was,  I still tried to brace myself for the needle and the pain; but to 
no avail. I  could hear the cracking sound that was made as the needle 
ventured through the  hard membrane of my septum. I could feel the blood rushing 
down, passing over my  upper lip. Thankful for the drugs and the expertise of 
Daniel, the ordeal was  over in no time and when I looked into the mirror, all I 
could do was  cry.

"I  think we should give the 'boy' a few minutes alone with his thoughts and  
emotions", Daniel said, this time in what seemed a sincere tone of voice. 
"He's  got two more piercings to go and the medication should last well beyond  
completion. 

Daniel and Jordan simply left the room, leaving me to ponder my situation. In 
 silence, pleading with myself, and my demons, for my father and mother to 
walk  into this room, right now and rescue me. 


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