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Sail  Away   Chapter  Six

I never could tell the time of day unless I was able to look at my watch, so  
being that I was in this god awful predicament time was beginning to become  
meaningless. However, I did know that we were heading south; as the sun was  
always on my left side; and if we were heading south, that too, would mean that 
 the further south we traveled the air would become cooler, as the summer in 
the  northern hemisphere would mean the late fall once we passed the  equator.

Jordan kept me walking around the huge cargo containers, for what seemed 
hours.  My pale skin was turning pink, as the cow bell kept me aware of my 
situation. I  kept trying to find ways to talk to Jordan but none seemed feasible, 
unless I  dare risk the punishment that I would incur should I be found to be 
talking. On  many occasions, some of the ship's crew would come by; checking the 
containers,  but I think they just enjoyed slapping my ass and taking the 
time to speak with  Jordan. One or two of them even managed to stir my anger by 
yanking on the  leash, causing my fresh piercings to signal pain. Their 
conversations with  Jordan were all about me. It appears that they were hoping that I 
wouldn't be  sold or auctioned off to soon; as they all wanted to be the 
first one to poke  their cock up my ass. If that was the case, and from what I'd 
already learned,  the first two or three ports are going to be the best places 
to sell me off as a  'virgin'; and if I was still aboard ship after that, the 
crew had ways to decide  who would take my 'cherry' first.  I'm positive, now, 
that what Jordan is  going through cements my conclusions as fact. He has 
been on one full journey  aboard this vessel and he's still here; and the crew 
apparently gets to fuck him  just about anytime they have available; that is, 
unless the Captain has his eyes  set on fucking  Jordan.

Jordan broke our routine, leading me towards the stern. I knew that Daniel 
would  be there waiting for us; and I wasn't wrong. Jordan handed the leash over 
to  Daniel, who led me to the metal frame device. I coaxed me to spread my 
legs even  further apart, as he guided me over the frame. His commands were soft 
spoken  ones, as he really had no reason to yell at me. Once I was in the 
proper  position, over the frame; Daniel had me lean forward so my chest was flat 
 against the widest part of the contraption. He then proceeded to lift my 
legs,  one by one, and place them on would I might describe as some kind of knee  
support; which caused my exposed butt to be higher than my head. His snappy  
commands to Jordan, soon had my limbs and chest secured to this frame device.  
The only bad part about this device was that there wasn't any support for my  
head; which just hung face down, staring at the ships  deck.

Daniel began speaking to me, but I was unable to see what he was talking 
about;  however, I did know that I wasn't going to be pleasant, because Jordan was 
told  to stand directly in front of my body and place his hands on my upper 
back. I'm  sure that if I'd raised my head, I would have been starring directly 
into the  slave's cloth covered crotch.  

As I felt a coolness from something moist touch my butthole, I tried to  
concentrate on what Daniel was saying to me. "Now 'boy', I'm going to start your  
cleaning process. I'm about to put a small hose up your ass and then you'll 
feel  your insides stretch; as I must inflate a balloon to keep the hose from 
sliding  out. The hose will work its way deeper and deeper inside you, until 
think your  guts are going to bust. I'm going to give you a nice warm and 
medicated enema,  this time, so you'll not be feeling too much discomfort. But after 
today, you'll  be expected to take your daily cleaning like a true slave. Any 
bitching or  moaning about it will send you down below for one of my more 
intimate sessions  of  discipline."

For one millisecond, I felt a hot stabbing pain; screaming as loud as I 
possibly  could, didn't help any either. "Easy boy, easy boy", said Daniel, "I only 
put a  spreader inside your ass just an inch or two, which helps me get the 
hose in."  Jordan kept his hands on my shoulders, pressing down even harder; as 
I now heard  hollering and hoots from the ships crew. Little did I know that 
my humiliation  was being witnessed by so many men.  I'd venture to say that 
even the  Captain, high above in his perch, was glaring down at me; marveling 
at my  expense, the degradation I was  undergoing.

The next sensation to overcome my brain was the knowledge that something felt 
as  if it was starting to crawl inside my ass. The 'spreader', so called, was 
 removed and although my ass muscles seemed to return to normal, I could feel 
 that something was still inside me. "Now steady 'boy', I'm going to inflate 
your  balloon. It just might hurt some, until the fluid starts pumping into 
you."  Jordan added even more downward pressure onto my shoulders, as the sound 
of a  motor filled my ears. A few seconds later, the balloon was beginning to 
enlarge;  stretching me from the inside out. I grit my teeth, trying to hold 
back any  vocal sounds that my brain might want to have me make. "Now this 
isn't so bad is  it?" asked Daniel. "I've got about another three quarters of an 
inch yet to  inflate, and then you can  relax."

RELAX!! How in the world am I supposed to relax when I'm getting my ass torn 
up?  I could feel the balloon expanding, and it wasn't a pleasant experience 
what so  ever. I don't know if normal day to day things like this go on with 
gay men, but  this certainly didn't seem to be something that I'd want to do 
ever again. Just  having a doctor stick a finger up my ass is bad enough, but 
this was  excruciating and humiliating all at the same time.  

I tried my best to take deep breaths, as my insides were expanding. It 
somehow  seemed to help, not to mention the smooth hands of Jordan pressing firmly  
against my flesh. I closed my eyes, thinking about my mom and of Alan.  
Transferring my thoughts seemed to make the whole experience that much easier to  
tolerate. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as my body piercings and the heavy cock 
 ring and other stuff, but just the knowledge that I'm being prepared for a 
sale  made me  ill.

The motor noise changed, deeper, and I began feeling the liquid being slowly  
pumped down my ass. It burned a little, as I was reminded that the first  
infusion was treated with a mild pain killer. The discomfort in my stomach soon  
turned into pain which in turn caused me to panic. I wanted to do something,  
anything, which would free me from my current position; but the restraints 
were  well placed and secure. Daniel offered a few meaningless words of 
encouragement  and Jordan's hands slowly began to massage my shoulder muscles; which 
helped a  little bit, taking my mind, briefly, off of the discomfort.   

The motor shut off and Daniel told me that I'd be left in this position for  
about fifteen minutes. According to him, he hadn't pumped much cleaning 
solution  into my ass and that the feeling I had was quite normal. There was no way 
I  could challenge what he had just said. I was left to accept his words as 
the  truth, the whole truth.  

Before long, the fine mist of water was cascading over my body from above. At 
 first the water was warm, apparently from the sun heating the pipes, but all 
too  soon the water turned cooler. If I hadn't been in such a state of fright 
and  fear, I'd most likely would have enjoyed the cool spray acting as a 
temporary  reprieve from the hot sun. Each time I experienced a cramping in my 
gut, I  twitched; which in turn sounded the bell dangling from my cock head ring. 
The  knowledge that the bell was acting as some kind of signal to others was 
just  another means of assuring myself that my life was indeed  changing.

Jordan backed away from me, picking up a hose and nozzle; similar to those 
used  around the yard, but a little larger in diameter. He stood off to my right 
side  and waited until Daniel had deflated the balloon and allowed me to 
release the  liquid and sludge from within the confines of my body. Once the 
eruption from my  ass had ceased Jordan made quick work of hosing down my ass 
followed by washing  off the ships deck. The balloon was quickly re-inserted and my 
anal cavity was  once again filled with liquid cleaning agents. I could tell 
just by the length  of time the motor was running that I was taking more than 
the first time.  However, I didn't seem to feel it as much as I first did. It 
must have been the  drugs from the first filling that now caused me not to 
feel to  badly.

I didn't flinch or twist as much after the first 'filling'. I don't remember  
hearing my bell making any noise either. The one thing that I remember and 
must  have enjoyed was when someone with a greased up hand took hold of my 
dangling  cock and stroked it to full erection; before releasing it.  It was almost 
 erotic, had it not been for the circumstances surrounding the event. I 
thought,  briefly, that it was Alan; who had more than once told me how much he 
would have  loved to stroke me to climax; but knowing full well that Alan had no 
idea about  my new life or  existence.

After the fifth or sixth time of expelling the cleaning agents and my 
excrements  Daniel judged my innards as being acceptably clean. I was released from 
my bonds  and once brought to an upright position Jordan turned the hose on me 
once again;  this time starting at my bald head working his way down to my 
toes. He followed  up by scrubbing my entire body with a coral sponge and a bar 
of awful smelling  soap.  After my final rinse, Jordan led me around the back 
of the ship  until the air had dried my  skin.

I had begun to lose every concept of time, as Jordan led me back down the 
three  flights of stairs. I hadn't realized how much time had actually passed 
until  Jordan said that it was time for my evening meal. He led me back into 'my' 
room.  He turned me around and helped me sit on my thinly mattressed bunk. I 
had no  idea why he reached under my bunk and pulled out a rather long chain 
and steel  cuff; but he did, and he attached it to my right ankle and locked it 
in place.  He then and only then told me that the chain was to prevent me 
from getting up  and walking about the ship; which might result in my falling 
overboard and  nobody would have noticed. I was never to go anywhere on this 
vessel unless I  was  escorted.

I soon recognized just how thankful I was that my blood stream had been 
filled  with pain medication. Jordan left and quickly returned with an ice cold 
bottle  of water and a rather large bowl of jello and a smaller bowl of pudding. 
The  drugs had deadened not only my anal cavity but my entire body. My tongue 
had  swelled, expectedly, from my tongue piercing and until the swelling 
rescinded I  wasn't going to be fed anything to difficult to pass over my tongue. 
Jordan sat  opposite me, on a bunk, while I fed myself. The jello tasted 
delicious as did  the pudding. I hadn't realized just how much I needed to eat until 
every scrap  of food was gone.  Jordan sat in silence, the entire time, just 
watching me  and smiling. He wasn't a bad looking man, and I thought of Alan 
and Jordan  together in the passionate throws of man on man sex. I knew that 
Jordan was  someone who could fulfill the heightened sexual needs of Alan; and 
that brought  a smile to my face, however  brief.

Jordan took away my food tray, explaining that it was time for himself to 
eat;  and that I'd soon be having my one hour of free talk. Jordan wasn't wrong 
about  my hour of talking, except that I didn't get much of a chance to say a 
word. The  first mate did all of the talking, for which I was most grateful. My 
swollen  tongue would have prevented me from properly enunciating my words. I 
continued  to learn and absorb any and all the information I could from the 
first mate.  Hopefully, regardless of how remote, I could get Jordan to help me 
get word to  the outside world about my situation; now that I knew that there 
was a computer  aboard this vessel which some of the regular (paid) seamen 
used to communicate  back home with their families. It seemed that this would be 
my one and only  chance at alerting someone, anybody at all, that I was to be 
sold into legal  slavery as a sexual  servant.

The first mate left, and I was alone for quite some time; before Jordan  
reappeared. I was surprised to find out that just he and I would be the only two  
men in this room for the night. Not that I wanted anyone else with me, but I  
just knew that there were four bunks and thought that they'd be filled. Jordan 
 quickly shucked his shorts and lay on his bunk, and I followed his example. 
He  reached between his and my bunk and pushed a button on the wall which 
turned off  the lights; leaving our room in near total darkness, except from the 
light which  filtered in through the open door  way.

For the first time all day, I could reflect on the entire days' events. I  
couldn't help but to feel like a prisoner, with my ankle chained to the steel  
bed frame. As my brain slowed down, I began to really feel my new body. The  
heavy rings were awkward feeling, to say the least. The sensations in my nuts  
was beginning to agitate me just a bit; as each nut seemed like it wanted to be 
 released from the steel band surrounding each of them.  The large ring in  
my nose was now lying on both my lips and above all else, seemed to be the  
reining feature setting me apart from all the other men aboard the vessel. My  
dickhead ring was still quite painful, as Daniel said it would be. With my eyes  
closed, I didn't see Daniel as he stood in the doorway, staring towards my  
darkened location, nor did I hear or see Jordan get off of his  bunk.

My body was racked with pain, discomfort and adorned with jewelry and least 
of  my problems was that my entire body was now hairless. How could I have been 
so  retarded not to see something like this coming long before today? I began 
to  mentally abuse my father with verbal retaliatory comments. Even had he 
been here  with me this instant, I would have said the same things to him, eye 
to eye.  

Again, something or someone disturbed my personal thought process. I felt  
something cool on my body, mainly my sore piercings. Jordan had gone to Daniel's 
 space and returned with the ointment for my body. He began speaking to me 
ever  so softly, almost sensual, as he anointed my sore nipple rings with the 
cool  ointment. I kept my eyes closed, trying not to let the feelings become 
real.  More than once I could feel Daniel's lips, kissing different parts of my 
chest.  In some ways it felt nice, but not as good as when some girl was in 
heat;  wanting and needing me to fuck her with my  manstick.

Several times Jordan spoke quietly into my ear; sometimes they were words of 
a  sexual desire of his, and other times he was telling me of what he knew to 
be my  immediate future; as in tomorrow and the next day.  

Jordan lifted my cock gently and began soothing away the discomfort with the  
ointment, regardless if my cock was beginning to show its' appreciation or 
not.  Before I realized what was happening, Jordan's tongue was lapping at my 
two  firmly bound and separated balls. I hated to admit it to myself, but it 
really  felt awesome. But, the ecstasy lasted only a minute or two. Jordan moved 
back up  to my head and began filling in the blanks about the next two days. I 
knew it  wasn't going to be as painful, but perhaps more humiliating than 
anything  else.  I wanted so much to speak to him, about myself and my hopes that 
 he'd help me with getting word out about my situation; but a faint bit of  
youthful wisdom prevailed, at least for tonight and I simply lay there taking 
in  the seemingly harmless affection Jordan was bestowing on  me.

When Jordan began gently applying the ointment to my nose ring, he also 
lifted  it up and allowed it to rest on the bridge of my nose. The sensation of 
metal  moving through my face like it did had an adverse effect on all of the 
attention  he'd given to me thus far. Jordan must have felt or noticed my body 
tense up and  he immediately went to stroke the sides of my face. His hands felt 
as smooth as  glass and the tension I had amassed from the nose ring seemed 
to pass right  through my face and leave through his soft hands. The next thing 
that happened  to me, caught me by total surprise; as Jordan placed his lips 
directly on mine  and gave me a soft peck like kiss. I opened my eyes, as he 
raised his head  meeting my gaze eye to eye. He began to use his hands to 
stroke my smooth head,  as he returned his lips to mine. I closed my eyes in 
disbelief. How could this  be happening to me? Two men kissing like this, and one 
isn't gay. Briefly, I  found his kissing repulsive, but soon dismissed the 
thoughts as I feared my  temper would get me into major trouble.  Jordan's hands 
left my scalp and  worked their way down to my shoulders and arms before coming 
to rest just above  my cock; all the while, his lips never receded from my 
lips and I could feel his  tongue trying to make entry into my mouth. The instant 
one of his hands began to  gently manipulate my nuts; I opened my mouth as if 
in protest; which only  allowed Jordan the opportunity to lance my mouth with 
his tongue. I couldn't  refuse his advances; as I would hope that my 
submissiveness would allow me to  enlist him in my plans. I didn't have to concentrate 
on what Jordan was doing to  me, with me. I began to feel like a man again, 
as I took my two hands and placed  them upon the back and side of Jordan's 
head. Gay or not, if this is what Jordan  wanted or needed, I was determined to 
give it to him. I thrust my own tongue  outward, engaging us both in what one 
could assume was the hunger of desire. I  held his head in place, as if he was 
some girl that I might have been trying to  coax into sucking my dick or 
letting me fuck her. Jordan began to make sounds as  if he was becoming emotionally 
charged. I released my grip on his head and he  slowly withdrew his tongue and 
beamed down at me. I could feel his erection, as  his body continued pressing 
against mine, and that repulsed me to some extent.  Didn't he have any 
concerns or consideration for me and my own  lifestyle?

Jordan moved away from me as he stood up next to my bunk. I could sense that 
he  was most likely jerking himself off and the short, fast volleys of sperm 
landing  on my face confirmed my suspicions. "Good night 'boy'," was the last 
thing I  heard as Jordan returned to his bunk and fell quickly into slumber 
land. With  what had just occurred, combined with the rest of the days madness 
gave me  plenty to think about as I too, fell fast asleep; to have dreams or 
nightmares,  which only time would tell.

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