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Sail Away  Chapter  Eight 
I didn't know what to think anymore. What else could they do to me to  make 
me look so obscene? I seethed with each passing minute, yet didn't allow my  
anger or resentment to show. 
Daniel finally had Jordan remove my pink shorts, and had  me hop up on to the 
table. The steel table top felt cool to my skin for some  reason; perhaps it 
was just a case of nerves. I'd forgotten about the 'anal  bleaching' until 
Daniel began preparing some sort of solution in a steel bowl,  as he bellowed 
instructions to Jordan; who began to quickly fasten my wrists  down to the table. 
After my wrists were secured, Jordan stood at my head, leaned over  my body 
and had me bend my legs back so that he could take hold of them by the  ankles. 
I thought my body would rip in two, as Jordan pulled  with all his might to 
get my ankles as far back as he could. Once he had my  ankles painfully back 
past my head, I felt a soft, yet firm, leather binding  being tightly secured to 
each of my ankles. Jordan couldn't  hold my ankles and attach anything to me, 
or could it have been Daniel who was  still stirring the solution. I was to 
scared to open my eyes or tilt my head  back to see who else was in the room .  
After the bindings were secured, my legs were grossly stretched out;  which 
caused more pain and discomfort, as they were apparently being attached to  
chains hanging from the ceiling. Now, the pain in my legs was so intense that  
all I could do was to keep my eyes closed and hold back the tears; I couldn't  
open them even if I had wanted too. Who ever was in the room, had a deep tone 
to  his voice, as he spoke openly to Daniel about my exposed body. His 
comments,  referring to what he'd really like to be doing, now; sent shivers down my 
spine.  I soon had lips pressing against my own, and I could tell that they 
weren't  Jordan's. Whoever this was, was  trying to force his tongue into my 
mouth; but I wasn't going to allow that to  happen. Not now…not ever . 
The mans lips left my face, just as I felt a painful tug on one of my new  
nipple piercings.  I let out a loud,  ear shattering scream; but it was soon 
silenced by the mans mouth and long  tongue, snaking its way into my mouth. He 
somehow worked up a huge supply of  spit and coaxed it from his mouth, down his 
tongue and allowed it to simply  slide off into my mouth. I almost gagged from 
the feeling, wanting to vomit in  this mans face. Soon, though, his tongue 
retracted as did his mouth and I was  free of this unthinkable act of disgust. 
I opened my eyes, only to be staring up at a rather dark skinned man, who  
looked as if he should have had his face on the cover of a GQ magazine. Not that 
 I go around looking at other men's faces, but his was handsome. His hair 
long  and nicely styled. There wasn't a hint of facial hair or chest hair. As for 
any  other hair, I didn't really want to know or see; besides, the level of 
my head  versus the height of the table prevented me from seeing any more of 
him. I  couldn't even discern if he was clothed or naked. Once I'd looked at his 
face  more, my eyes met his eyes. Steel blue and very piercing, to say the 
least.   
"For your outburst, 'boy', you'll have to be punished." Daniel said with  a 
great deal of certainty. "To bad, as I thought perhaps you'd just keep your  
fucking mouth shut until you were sold off, but now I'll have to tell the  
Captain that you used your mouth to make a sound." 
I opened my mouth to protest, but Jordan quickly  inserted the same gag back 
into my mouth. However, now that I had a tongue  piercing and a exaggerated 
nose ring, the gag seemed to fill my face more than  before; as I nearly 
panicked before I began sucking air in through my  nose. 
I watched as Daniel and the stranger began looping a wide strip of  leather 
through my new nipple rings and tossed the other end over a pipe  directly 
above my outstretched body. Slowly, Daniel began taking up the slack;  and soon my 
flesh was being pulled away from my body. I began thrashing my head  from 
side to side, but Jordan quickly took hold on either  side of my head to prevent 
any further movement. 
After my nipples were stretched to Daniel's satisfaction, he took an  
identical piece of leather and threaded it through the two rings at the bottom  of my 
nut stretcher. Again, same as my nipples he tossed the leather and began  
pulling. Now my nuts were being stretched upwards and towards my chest;  
straining every fiber and tissue which they were attached to my body with.  Daniel 
pulled them so tight that my cock was now flat against my lower abdomen.  I 
hadn't noticed until now, that Jordan had released his grip on my head and had  
taken similar leather and laced it through each of my freshly pierced ears and  
had tied my head to the table in such a barbaric  fashion. 
I'm not sure why, perhaps a new experience or having a third person in  here 
with me; but without warning my bladder let loose, sending a river of piss  
down my stomach and onto my chest. I wasn't embarrassed by it at all. I figured  
that these sadists had seen this happen many times before and would just have 
to  deal with it on their own. Not surprising, Jordan was ordered to lick up 
all up; which he  obediently did, and I didn't have the least bit of feelings 
towards seeing  Jordan lapping at my hot steamy man  piss. When he was done, 
Jordan simply smiled, as he looked  into my eyes from above. Don't get me 
wrong, I do like Jordan,  especially since I will need him to assist in my rescue; 
but let's face it… he  isn't helping the situation at present. 
The next thing I know, this other man is between my legs, applying the  
solution which Daniel had prepared. It was cold on my skin, probably because a  
mans butt hole is a sensitive place. He kept applying it to the whole area  
around my asshole and even a couple of inches out. The cool sensation quickly  
turned to warm, then to hot. My antics of trying to escape the burning sensation  
apparently was quite funny to Daniel and this other man; as they both burst 
out  in to fits of laughter which I never knew a person could make. "Easy 'boy', 
it's  just the chemicals bleaching your ass. Your owner wants you to have 
pretty white  skin around your fuck hole instead of the normal brown. Besides, it 
will make  you look so much better and might even let a potential buyer 
observe your hole  quivering to be fucked like a slut slave." I was devastated by 
what Daniel had  just said. Tears came easily, as I thought of just how cruel 
my dad seemed to be  and how naïve I and mom were all these years. Some fifteen 
or twenty minutes  must have passed before Daniel handed the man a wet towel 
to wipe the vile  solution from my skin. Daniel came close, for a better look; 
and decided that I  needed yet another treatment of solution. The pain was 
unbearable, and when I  regained consciousness the third man and Daniel were 
absent from the room. I was  lucky in one way, which being my mouth gag had been  
removed. 
"Here, drink this", Jordan said to me, "It will make you  feel better and 
I've added some medicine for your tongue piercing. Daniel will  be back soon, so 
I figured you'd like something cold to drink."  I hadn't noticed, but  Jordan 
had also untied my ears from  the table; leaving the leather still attached to 
my large ear rings. He  carefully raised my head up with one hand supporting 
my neck, while holding a  plastic glass in his other hand.  I  quickly took 
the straw between my lips and began sucking profusely. I could  detect what must 
have been the medicine, as well as some sort of fruit flavor.  It was a 
blessing to have something wet and cold. "I don't know what is in store  for you 
next, but you sure gave Daniel the opportunity he was waiting for. Now  he gets 
to punish you for screaming. I've been through some of his punishments  
myself, and let me tell you… none of them are nice and all of them hurt like  hell." 
I looked around and since we were still alone, I decided that I'd say  
something to Jordan. It was now or wait until late  into the night. "Jordan, I need 
your help. I need to  get off this ship as fast as I can. I need you to help 
me, before it's too late.  Will you help me? Please! If I give you one or two 
phone numbers can you call  them for me? Or, can you sneak in and use one of 
the ships computers and get an  email out for me?" 
A look of surprise and shock came over Jordan's face.  He quickly put his 
entire hand over my mouth. "You dumb shit! Now I'm going to  have too tell Daniel 
that you were speaking again. Besides there are no phones  anywhere aboard 
the ship that I could ever get my hands on. Secondly, why would  you want to 
leave? Hell, a sex slave is a dream come true to some of us guys.  Besides, who 
do you know that has enough pull, power and money to get you off of  this ship? 
You certainly don't think I'm going to call some one to get you off,  and 
leave me behind, do you? I volunteered for this, but I'm already tired of  trying 
to find an owner. Nobody wants me I guess. They all want prissy white  
virgins like you!" 
Jordan removed his hand, looking as  if he was awaiting an answer. "Listen 
Jordan, I don't know anyone who has a  lot of money or power except my dad and 
mom. If I give you her email address can  you get to a computer and email her 
for me. You don't have to say much, but do  tell her I need help. I can even 
give you one more address of a friend and you  can send him the same email sort 
of." 
Jordan scooted away, returning with a  small piece of paper and a pen; which 
he handed to me, in silence. He released  my right wrist, just long enough for 
me to scribble down the two addresses; one  for my mom and the only other one 
I could think of next was Alan's. My wrist was  re-fastened to the table, the 
paper went into Jordan's shorts  and the pen was tossed back onto Daniels 
work space just seconds before Daniel  and his buddy came waltzing back in to the 
room. I was scared to death,  wondering if Daniel had heard any of the 
conversation, or if Jordan was going to  rat me out for speaking or my plans to 
escape this 'devil's workshop'.   
"Yes, indeed! It appears that the second application has done the job  well. 
Now 'boys' asshole is snow white." Daniel said with an approving grin on  his 
face. "Now, since 'boy' ate late and our noon meal is almost ready, I want  
you to take him on deck and get him set up in our special 'tanning booth'. We  
have just finished setting it up on the aft deck and filled the sprayer with  
tanning lotion; so get this pussy whore out of here on the double then get back 
 here and clean up this fucking mess." After giving Jordan his  orders, 
Daniel and his buddy left us alone, as they made their way to the mess  hall . 
"Like, I'm not starving?" Jordan said with a distasteful tone  in his voice. 
"Every time this same thing happens! Fuck him and his shit! Now  look at the 
mess I've been left. I got to get you all unfastened and on deck;  then I got 
to hook you back up, to Daniels homemade 'tanning booth', clean up  this room … 
BEFORE I can eat my lunch."  
I'd never seen anybody this mad before. Jordan was on a  tear. He was quite 
rough with me as he undid all of my limbs and ring bindings.  I kept silent and 
as still as possible; not wanting him to take out his anger on  me, nor did I 
want him to spill the beans about my  plans. 
I could sympathize with Jordan somewhat, with Daniel barking  orders to him, 
which in a similar manner my dad did with me.  However, my young adult 
patience was  wearing thin, to say the least and I was running out of time. As Daniel 
began  unhooking my limbs, the spiked cock ring kept jabbing into my skin, 
and the  nipple rings left my tits extremely sore as well. I got a bit light 
headed as  Jordan helped me to first sit on the  tables edge before I planted my 
feet of the floor.   The walk to the main deck was  uneventful, even though I 
heard some yelling and screaming coming from the  engine room. For the life of 
me, I couldn't figure out why the only sounds I  ever heard from the engine 
room were always men yelling and screaming; and at  this stage in my life, I 
didn't what to find out. 
Once on deck, Jordan led me to  the stern, where there was a large square 
frame, made of heavy iron pipe. In the  center of the frame, elevated off the 
deck was a large piece of wood which  seemed to be resting on something. An 
identical piece of wood was directly above  the one on the deck. Jordan had me 
stand on the wood,  while he gathered up some short pieces of chain, which were 
sitting next to one  of the iron post. He then proceeded to chain my wrist to 
the overhead piece of  wood, with the wrists spread out as far as possible. 
Jordan began to  nudge my ankles further and further apart; which put a strain on 
my chest and  arms, before he firmly chained them to the bottom board. "Now, 
you will stay  like this while I spray you with Daniel's special tanning 
lotion. It will leave  you with such a dark tan that people will think you've lived 
in the sun light  naked for your entire life. All that is, except your cute 
fuck hole. Men like to  see a slaves hole look nice and white; and on you… that 
will look very nice  indeed." 
Jordan reached up and flipped a lever above the wood, and  did the same on 
the board that my feet were chained to.  "Now, 'boy', every time you move or the 
 ship moves you can sway back and forth and even spin around in complete  
circles." Jordan put both of his hands on my  hips and quickly gave my body a 
hard twist, sending my body into a spin. He  stepped back, just as the plank 
neared his legs. I was still spinning, slowly,  by the time Jordan came back into 
view holding  what I thought was a bug sprayer. He began spraying my body from 
the feet  upwards, telling me to keep my eyes closed, as the spray might 
sting my eyes. I  scent of the spray was rather nice, sensual in fact; as I could 
not only smell  it but I could feel it as it was being applied to my cock and 
balls and the rest  of my body. "Now I'm going to spin you one last time, very 
hard, so that any  excess lotion will fly off. Too much in one place will 
make you look weird."  Seconds after he'd finished speaking, I was spinning 
around like a kid's spinner  toy. Not only was I getting dizzy but my stomach began 
to churn; and I feared I  might have to toss my meal. 
Without saying another word, Jordan walked away; leaving me to  ponder my own 
existence and fate.  For some time I was alone to gaze out over the water, 
hoping for a  miracle. As the ship was so large, the waves had little effect on 
any motion,  thus I didn't spin; but I did sway side to side at times. The air 
wasn't as hot  today as before and I knew that we were still heading in a 
southerly direction.  My thoughts were interrupted by voices, which were making 
derogatory remarks  about the 'white fag' and the 'whore boy'. Soon I was 
confronted by most all of  the deck hands I'd seen the day before; all of whom had 
taken advantage of my  nakedness and fondled or caressed some part of my body. 
Without knowing it, I  must have instantly displayed a look of total fear 
towards these men; as they  all inched their way closer and closer to me. 
Lightning fast came the insults  and name calling, the likes I'd never expected. "Fag 
boy, ass eater, pussy boy,  cuntface, cocksucker, shiteater", and the other 
typical bigoted remarks; had  their intended affect on me.  Before  I could 
understand what was happening, two of the men began grabbing at my body;  turning 
it clockwise, faster and faster. The entire group of men, six in all,  was 
now standing close to me, laughing at the sight before them. As my body  turned 
in circles, the men took turns using their hands to take a firm and hard  slap 
to my cock and balls. This went on over and over again for at least twenty  
minutes; before I heard the voice of Daniel, "Okay men, I think 'boy' has had  
enough punishment for today. I don't think he'll be yelling and screaming  
anymore today; so back away and let this pathetic excuse for a cum sucking slave  
boy to relax just a bit."  The men  moved back and watched Daniel as he 
slowly approached my aching body. "Well now  'boy', I warned you about breaking the 
rules. And, as you've seen, I can find  unimaginable ways to deliver 
punishments. Now, you just 'hang out' for a while  and get some more sunshine on your 
lily ass." Daniel gave me one last terrific  shove, sending me into motion 
once again; before he joined the deck hands  leaning up against the stern rail, 
watching the sea foam, trail endlessly behind  the ship. 
Little did I know, nor did I expect, that Jordan  would have taken this time 
to sneak into Daniels private quarters and avail  himself of the computer. If 
I'd known that Jordan often ventured in there and  used the computer I would 
never had been so mortified to of approached him in  the first place. 
Regardless of the circumstances, at least Jordan took the  initiative to do this one 
thing for me. It wouldn't be until late that same  night that Jordan would tell 
me of his  adventures on Daniel's computer. And the results which he obtained 
were sure to  do more, much more, than just simply put a smile on my face. 
Results, which I'd  have to pay for; one way or another. 
But for now, as my body slowed to a halt, all the eyes of the crew had  again 
shifted; from the sea foam blue waters of the Pacific, to my naked, oiled  
scared shitless body. 

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