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Sail Away Chapter Five


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I continued, in silence, struggling with my thoughts, feelings and emotions. 
I  knew that this was all some sadistic adventure my father wanted me to  
experience, perhaps in retribution for me being so pampered and what he had  
always perceived as me being a momma's boy.  

The loud sounds of men speaking got my attention real quick. Two of the 
voices  belonged to Jordan and Daniel; but I was unsure of who the third voice was. 
I  seemed as if their conversation was one of disagreement and dissention.  
As  the voices got nearer, I began to once again feel fear and anguish.  

What sounded like skin hitting skin, followed by a couple of weird sounds; I  
knew that all was not well. After a momentary silence, Jordan, Daniel and the 
 Captain entered the room. Jordan looked as if he had tears in his eyes, 
along  with a faint shade of red on the right side of his face. Daniel and Jordan 
stood  motionless as the Captain made his way to me. He was much more menacing 
looking  now, than he did when I had met him upon my arrival. He didn't say a 
word to  anyone, as he made a simple, non-descript inspection of my body. I 
was ever so  thankful that he hadn't touched my new body piercings. My eyes 
followed him the  best they could. He had that look of authority that was almost 
frightening,  which sent shivers coursing through my body. I watched as he 
moved away,  followed by Daniel; as he rummaged through the box of items, handing 
one of them  to Daniel. My eyes focused on Jordan for a moment, seeing the 
look of shame and  fear on his face. Had I been in the upright position, I could 
have seen more of  him and the  others.

The captain once again approached my body, standing by my side, more towards 
my  waist than my head. Daniel approached and stood between my outstretched 
legs.  His left hand held something metallic and quite shiny. It is really hard 
for me  to explain what it looked like in the beginning; except to say that it 
appeared  as if this metal thing was curved, in one piece, yet had four 
distinct ends, had  two O rings, and the metal was about an inch wide. That's all I 
saw, as Daniel  made a simple, distinct sentence directed right at me. "Once 
this is on, it will  not come off unless someone cuts it off."  While looking 
at Daniel, my eye  caught the Captain give a simple single nod of his head.

Daniel  lifted my nuts gently and in seconds I could feel the cold metal 
touching my  nutsack. Daniel manipulated my sac and balls for a time, and I was 
almost  thinking that he was about to castrate me. I could tell that he was 
pulling my  nuts down as far as he could get them; then I heard a faint 'click', 
as  apparently Daniel had joined two of the ends together. Daniel then began to 
rub  his thumb and index finger between my two nuts; causing me some mild 
discomfort.  Another feeling of the cold steel between my two balls and the 
'click' of metal  once again, brought pain shooting up into my abdomen. The metal 
soon began to  take on the same temperature of my body; the longer it stayed in 
place. I  couldn't see what Daniel was doing now, but whatever it was, had 
something to do  with my nuts. I did, however, catch a glimpse of the rope which 
he'd used  previously on my nipples. I felt the rope being pulled, again, 
through the space  between my big toe and the adjoining one. Daniel tossed his 
head from left to  right and Jordan moved to join him, with Daniel stepping 
aside, allowing Jordan  to stand where he had. Daniel disappeared for a moment and 
returned, standing  alongside me opposite the  Captain.

Daniel nodded his head, as he looked at Jordan. Jordan took a quick glance in 
my  direction before he lowered his head. The next thing I knew, my balls 
were being  pulled further and further away from my body. I began to sweat, long 
before I  started screaming through my mouth gag. I was unaware at the time, 
just what  Daniel and Jordan were doing; but no matter what it was, it hurt 
like hell. I  could see the Captain, each passing moment allowing his face to 
broaden its'  grin.  Daniel held up the item he'd shown me earlier, the one with 
all the  different lengths of steel sharp spikes. He immersed himself with his 
task of  attaching it beneath my balls and around the base of my cock, once 
again closing  the two ends with the familiar sound of the 'click'. The weight 
of the steel was  now more evident than ever, as Jordan slowly released his 
grip on the two ropes.  Again, Daniel put the mirror up so I could see what he'd 
just accomplished. My  balls were now kept separate by the steel band running 
between them, the other  steel band was directly above them; keeping them 
forced into the bottom of their  skin sac. The last item was like nothing I'd 
seen before. It lifted my balls and  cock away from my body, almost giving the 
appearance that my cock was  semi-erect. The steel spikes looked menacing to say 
the least.  

"When the 'boy' stands up, those pretty little spikes will keep him walking a 
 little different than he's used to, that's for sure", said the Captain. "The 
 only time he'll not feel them is when he is like this or lying flat." Now I  
began to realize, as dumb as I may seem, that this was all too real. "I'll 
leave  you to his last two piercings. I'm not in any mood to hear any screaming 
today."  The Captain said as he rapidly departed. What they didn't tell me, or 
say, was  that the sharp spikes; when struck firmly with a small hammer would 
snap off of  the cock ring smoothly, which in time would be the case,,  whew.

Daniel sent Jordan out to retrieve the noon meal for the three of us. With  
Jordan gone, Daniel made use of the time to tell me a lot more about the  
shipping company, and their 'sometimes' valuable cargo.  I was never more  joyful 
to find out that he hadn't a clue as to who I really was. I was able to  learn 
much, but how I could use such information would have to  wait.

"You see, 'boy', the shipping company has slaves from time to time working on 
 board. Sometimes, such as in your case, the owner will acquire a slave; and 
sell  or auction him off.  I'm guessing that your owner is the owner of the  
company, as you've been well treated so far. And, since it appears that you are 
 not sexually active with other males, your owner is expecting to get quite a 
 fancy sum of money for you. Your pink shorts, leash and soon to be other 
pink  attire, indicates to the world market that you are a virgin, both orally 
and  anally. In some of the ports we stop, someone like you could bring the 
owner as  much as three quarters of a million dollars. I hear you'll be with us, 
until you  are sold; just like Jordan is, except that he is very gay and as you 
can tell he  likes to submit to authority. So far, no one has placed a bid on 
Jordan, but  someone, in time, will buy him. His ass was well used before he 
came to us, so  I'm guessing that perhaps is the main reason nobody has bought 
him yet. Although  I'm shocked, as most of the places we go to, you'd think 
that they'd love to get  their hands on and cocks into a pretty white boy like 
him. Then too, once a  slave is sold, the owner gives us all a nice bonus and 
I get a little extra  because of all the work that I do on this ship. Ever 
since slavery became legal  again, most slaves are used as labor slaves or simply 
used by some sicko sadist  until he buries them. But once you're sold, your 
new owner can do whatever he  wants to do with you; and nobody will care less 
if you  expire."

Daniel continued to hover over me briefly, while I digested what he'd just 
said  to me. If, what he was saying, was true; then my dad is responsible for me 
being  in this situation. I had a difficult time believing him, at first; but 
when I  thought about all the times that my parents were at odds with each 
other, over  me, I began to think that everything Daniel had said was the truth. 
I'm not  twenty-one yet, so my parents can do with me, what they want; that 
is as far as  enslaving me… but, why would my father go to such extremes? I had 
to find out  more, if at all possible, and I had to find out fast. I'd bide 
my time, until  tonight when I would have my allotted time to speak, without 
fearing punishment.  I'd have to ask questions, without giving myself up or 
allowing them to become  suspicious of me. Perhaps I could find a collaborator, 
such as  Jordan.

My jaw and whole face hurt when my mouth gag was removed for lunch. It took a 
 minute or two for me to actually get my mouth working again. Jordan 
unbuckled my  right hand, in order that I may feed myself. The food was really good,  
considering this was a cargo vessel. I never would have thought that food on a 
 ship like this would taste like a five star restaurant. My joy was short 
lived  when I was informed that starting tomorrow, I'd not be eating such food; 
but  rather food befit for a slave.  

I knew that after the meal, Daniel was going to finish my body piercings. 
There  was no way out of it. I'd heard some of the guys at school talk about 
their  tongue piercings, so I wasn't too worried about that one; but the thick 
ring in  my cock was another story. The drugs which Daniel had given me early on, 
had  worn off and I was nearly certain that this time I wasn't going to be 
getting  any of the pain numbing drug.  

Jordan removed all the meal trays and left the room to Daniel and myself.  
Without so much as a warning, the clamp went on my tongue, the needle went  
through and the jewelry was put in place. The pain was short lived, as expected;  
now to await the last  needle.

Cool antiseptic was generously applied to my dick head, a metal tube was 
shoved  down my piss slit and then the needle was pushed through the bottom of my 
cock  until he found its' way to the metal tube. The pain was immense and the 
amount  of blood worried me. Daniel told me that the blood flow would subside, 
but to  expect a bloody cock for about a day. Daniel slid the ring through my 
piss slit,  through the new hole and using some strange looking pliers closed 
the circle  with a rather large stainless steel ball. When Daniel was done, 
he simply  dropped my cock and the sheer weight of the ring and ball caused my 
dick to drop  like a rock. It made a distinctive sound when the Prince Albert 
clanked against  the steel that was now separating and stretching my nuts. By 
the time Jordan  returned, the ordeal was over with.  Daniel gave Jordan some 
orders, after  which he (Daniel) left the room.  Jordan told me to open my 
mouth and stick  out my tongue, exposing my new jewelry. He told me that there 
were special  solutions made for cleansing my piercings and that he would tend 
to them for the  next five or six days; as I would be in no position to do so 
on my  own.

So far my first day of 'employment' was a bust. I would have never thought 
that  my life could have been turned upside down in less than a day; and I 
hadn't done  anything to deserve any of this. My emotions were frayed, my physical 
appearance  was changing rapidly and my brain was somewhere between heaven and 
hell. Before  I knew it, Jordan began cranking the chair back into its normal 
upright position  and bringing the arms and legs back to normal as well. 
Blood flowed so fast that  I momentarily became light headed. With due warning 
from Jordan, he began to  unfasten my restraints and remove my mouth gag. I hoped 
like hell that I would  never again be gagged like that.  Jordan helped me to 
stand, but the  instant the sharp spikes dug into my skin, I quickly moved my 
legs apart and  stood my erect. Jordan wanted to laugh out loud, but I feel 
that he still had a  smattering of pity for me. After attaching a rather long 
leash to my collar, he  led me slowly to the first of the three stairways which 
would take us up and  eventually outside. It was a rather slow process, 
obviously, as the slightest  miss-step would cause me to flinch from one or more of 
the spikes. If I didn't  get this walking thing under control, my upper 
thighs would look like a pin  cushion before days'  end.

We no sooner made our way outside, the sun instantly beating down on us; when 
 Daniel came up behind Jordan and gave him a rather hard slap to the back of 
his  head, saying "what the fuck is this? Where are the two things I told you 
this  'boy' needed? Get your ass back down below and get that shit up here on 
the  double, unless you want your ass whipped again."

Jordan took off on  a run, leaving me alone with Daniel. Daniel tugged on my 
leash and moved me a  few feet before bringing me to a halt. "You need some 
sun 'boy'. You pansy assed  lily white momma's boys are all the same. White ass 
and legs! That looks  disgusting!"  Daniel began to take photographs of my 
body with a small  digital camera, telling me that the photos would end up on a 
website which  announces slave auctions and shows in detail; most every angle 
of the slaves set  to be auctioned off. Apparently, this would allow future 
owners to see if there  was any male who might fit a specific need and the 
website also would indicate  where the bidding would start.

Daniel was still photographing my  body, more precisely my asshole; as he'd 
made me bend over and pull my cheeks  apart, when Jordan returned out of 
breath. Daniel yelled at Jordan, adding  insult to injury. The next thing I knew, 
Daniel had a large cow bell in his hand  that he quickly snapped onto my freshly 
pierced cock head. "Now when you move  about the ship, the crew will know it 
is you coming or going." Daniel laughed  loudly, as he explained that I was 
the first ever, aboard this ship, to wear a  large cow bell.  My leash was 
removed, only to be replaced by yet another  leash, all be it much more intricate.  
This leash had five clips on it. The  first clip was attached to my pink 
collar. The next two clips attached to my two  nipple rings and the last two clips 
were attached to the big rings beneath my  new nut spreader/stretcher. Daniel 
made several adjustments on the leash and now  the slightest tug on the leash 
would send instant commands to any of the  attached areas of my body. Jordan 
was told to lead me around the stern section  of the ship, thus allowing me to 
get some sun on the 'white' areas.  Every  step I made, the cow bell sounded. 
Each time the cow bell sounded, I could hear  'cat calls' and whistling in my 
direction. Apparently the crew was accustomed to  seeing naked slaves, but 
none with a bell or a leash such as I had to wear.  

I didn't think too much about what others were thinking or saying  about me, 
at least not yet. I continued slowly behind Jordan, ever so carefully.  I 
heard commotion and some yelps and screams as we neared the back end of the  
vessel. I wasn't really sure if I wanted to know or even see what the entire  
ruckus was about.

Far away, heading east, were my parents; aboard  the company plane, and being 
catered to like royalty. My mom didn't have the  slightest clue about what 
was happening to me. My dad apparently could fool her  as well as he had done so 
with me. You might say that he was feeding her a line  of bull shit a mile 
long.  What neither my mom, nor I knew, at the time was  that my father had this 
planned out for the last six months. He apparently even  had several 'buyers' 
of slave flesh already lined up and chomping at the bit, to  get a good look 
at me. But, he delighted in telling my mother that they could  work on their 
marriage more now that I was away from home and working to support  myself. I 
still can't figure out why he never told mom about owning slaves, and  working 
them on the cargo ships. I suppose, knowing my dad, he never will tell  her 
about the slaves he employs, let alone the slaves that somehow he has  managed 
to acquire and sell off at a nice profit. I was certain though, of one  thing, 
and that was; that for some reason I must have been a huge disappointment  to 
my dad, for him to go through all of this… to get rid of me and to still make  
a profit from my disappearance.  And time was on his side, as mom knew that  
I'd be gone for ten months; and surely he could find a buyer within that 
length  of time.

As I walked past several crew members, who seemed intent  on watching some 
perverted act taking place on the back of the ship, I was  reminded that soon I 
would be in the same situation. Three naked men were laying  face down over 
what looked like a steel frame. Their butts were higher than  their heads and 
each of them had a hose going into their asses. Above the naked  men was some 
sort of square, made of steel pipe, which was emitting a fine spray  of water 
which kept the three men constantly drenched.  Off to one side  stood a man, 
whom I detected, must have been in control over the three  others.  "The men are 
getting their daily shower and ass cleaning", said  Jordan. "They are assigned 
to the engine room and this is the only time that  they are allowed out.  
They have to stay like this until they shit clear  water and then they'll be 
returned to the engine room.  They are slaves who  work for the company and were 
bought many years ago when they were about your  age. They have no outside 
contact with the world. They serve at the pleasure and  for the amusement of 
Captain. After they are cleaned, the galley help comes out  next and goes through 
the same procedures. After the galley help is finished  Daniel will tend to 
your cleaning."

Jordan tugged on my leash and  we set off towards the bow of the ship. He led 
me around so many cargo  containers that had it not been for the ever looming 
bridge, I would have been  lost. Twice I looked up at the bridge and both 
times I could see the Captain  staring down at me. Many times I wanted so badly 
to speak, to say something to  Jordan; as I'd wanted him to be someone I could 
count on to get me out of this  mess. I knew that if I could talk to Jordan, I 
could make him understand the  importance of helping me. I'd totally 
forgotten that he was gay and was aboard  ship voluntarily. I just needed him to help 
me find a way out of this mess. My  only concern was for my own welfare and 
nothing more. I had to 'go along' with  these insane people until our first port 
of call; which, unfortunately was not  until Friday, six days away. Like, how 
much worse could it get? 

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