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Sail Away Chapter  Eleven

I don't know why, but once I'd fallen asleep, nothing caused me to dream or 
to  have nightmares. The short amount of time that I was given to sleep was a  
blessing. I really must have been totally  exhausted.

I found myself being woken up by Jordan and Daniel. I sensed that something 
was  already a lot different today than it was yesterday morning. The first 
thing  that comes to mind, was the noise from the engine room. It was no where 
near as  load as usual. It was now, sounding as if the engines were barely 
running; hell,  even the floor beneath my feet wasn't even vibrating. The second 
thing that I  remember was the coolness of the air as I crawled my way up the 
long flights of  stairs, which once on deck, revealed that it was still dark 
outside. The now  familiar ache on my nuts had returned. The huge ring dangling 
from my cockhead  was hurting as were all of the other piercings. The heavy, 
spiked, cinch ring  around my balls and dick had rubbed my skin raw in several 
places. And to make  things worse, today was supposed to be the day that my 
father has scheduled for  some freaks to 'inspect' me like I'm some piece of 
horse flesh.  

Just before we got to the stern of the ship, several quartz lights came on,  
making the entire area as bright as day. Thankfully there was nobody else 
there;  just the three of us. I figured that I'd have to get all clean inside and 
out  for these bastards, and I wasn't wrong. However, to my surprise, Jordan 
was also  laid over one of the enema benches and he, too, was hosed out by 
Daniel.  I  began to feel sorry for him, now that I knew that he could easily be 
sold to  some fanatical sadist and end up with his nuts cut from his beautiful 
body.  After the degrading enemas, Jordan and I were instructed to wash each 
others  body. Jordan took command and washed me first and he did it with a lot 
of  feelings. Once or twice, I caught a glimpse of his face; which appeared to 
show  sadness mixed with fear. We both knew of our respective fates, made 
possible by  my father.  

When it was my turn to wash Jordan, I did so with respect. I had no 
intentions  to make him feel anything other than those of having another person bath 
him. I  did, however, struggle with my own emotions when it came time to wash 
his  privates. I dare not falter or cause Jordan any undue harm. I gathered up 
my  wits, put my macho attitude aside, and carefully washed every inch of his 
cock  and balls. I was thankful that he didn't flinch, and more thankful that I 
showed  no signs of hesitation.  

Afterward, Daniel oiled both of us up, and paid special attention to my raw  
skin; applying a separate ointment all around where the spikes had been  
stabbing.  I was hoping and praying that he would touch any of my rings,  but he 
rather mercilessly turned and twisted each and every one of them; wiping  them 
down with solvent, knocking away any built up crusting.  

By now, Jordan was completely dry and I was well on my way to becoming dry; 
as I  noticed Daniel with that same box from the first day I had arrived. What 
Daniel  brought out of the box, was beyond belief; let alone comprehensible as 
to why my  father had demanded such things. The four steel bands looking 
intimidating. My  ankles and wrists were soon captured in these heavy bands. They 
almost seemed to  glitter under the illuminating quartz lights. All the while 
Daniel remained  speechless, as if he had a job to do; which had been 
choreographed down to the  very minute of each of his actions. What if my new owner 
didn't want the cuffs  on me? I suppose with the proper tool, a person could 
release the self locking  mechanism. I couldn't imagine having one placed around 
my neck; but that too was  soon a figment of my imagination. My pink leather 
collar was removed and a wide  collar was locked into place, nearly squeezing 
my Adams apple. Next, came the  pink shorts. I was made to step into them, and 
Daniel pulled them up to the  narrowest part of my waist. He stuck his hand 
inside the front opening and  fished my package out, until it and the spiked 
ring were totally exposed. The  look on Jordan's face told me what I feared the 
most. The shorts were just a  decoration, assigning me the rank of 'virgin' 
pussyboy.  Everyone and  anyone could see straight through the material. Daniel 
pushed my shoulders  forward, and I found myself bending over at the waist.  
The next sensation  I felt was Daniel making final adjustments to my shorts, so 
that my asshole  could easily be seen and inspected when I was in this 
position. I was expecting  his finger to make its way into my butt. However, all I 
felt was something cold  and slippery; which I took to be some form of anal 
lubricant being forced into  the depths of my bowels. Daniel did the same thing to 
Jordan's ass, which I did  catch a glimpse of, noting that it seemed to be a 
clear substance from a large  nondescript metal  can.

The sun slowly began to rise and the cool night air seemed to instantly turn 
to  hot and humid. As the temperature rose, along with the sun; so did my 
fears of  what lay ahead. Jordan and I, one by one were led over to the steel 
frame. A  chain was hooked into my collar, at the back and my wrists were brought 
up  behind me and chained to two rings on either side of my collar. A steel 
bar was  placed at my feet, which were then spread out until they were at the 
ends of the  bar; making for easy attachment and a painful spreading of my  legs.

Daniel left both Jordan and myself like this, as he sauntered off and didn't  
return for some time; apparently he'd gone below to eat his morning meal. 
That  did not, however, prevent other deck hands from coming up to both of us and 
 making snide remarks or ruthless comments. Had I of been free to use my 
hands  and feet, I would have most likely taken all of them on, even if it would 
have  meant me getting a severe beating. I think that they would have kept on  
tormenting us, had it not been for the loudspeaker announcing to the men to  
abandon their scornful  mannerisms.

Alone, Jordan quietly told me that he'd gone through this procedure so many  
times over the last couple of years that it didn't faze him anymore. He simply 
 stated that what the men were saying was partially true and that I shouldn't 
 take offence to it. No matter what Jordan said, no matter how long he 
continued  trying to get me to calm down; nothing seemed to work, until I caught 
sight of  Daniel walking towards the two of  us.

As before, his silence was deafening. He was carrying two plastic bottles 
with  long tubes coming off of the top of each. Simply stated, he placed one of 
the  tubes into my mouth and squeezed the contents of it, into my mouth. The 
taste  wasn't bad at all. I tasted like a creamed egg, sausage and toast, all 
which had  been blended together and made into a liquid by adding water. I know 
it sounds  gross, but when you don't get to eat much, let alone what you want 
to eat; any  sustaining food is  acceptable.

When I finished sucking the last bits of meal from the tube, Daniel fed 
Jordan  in the same manner. He simply smiled and walked off. I began to wonder just 
what  the fuck was really going on now. Deck hands yelling and hooting at us, 
Daniel  giving us the silent treatment and nobody was getting reprimanded or 
punished  for anything, nothing at all. Jordan remained silent now, as I moved 
my head  around the best I could, scouring the horizon and watching the ship 
move ever so  slowly through the waters; barely making a  wave.

After the sun had completely risen, I finally saw two dots off in the 
distance,  on the water. I heard nothing, as I'd been expecting to hear the roar of  
helicopters at any time. I was mesmerized, watching the two dots get closer 
and  closer. On the other side of the ship, I could just barely make out land. I 
had  no idea what 'land' it was, as I hadn't much paid attention to time, 
speed and  related distances, since I'd been aboard the 'ship from  hell'.

I turned back looking for the two dots, and finally I focused in on them;  
noticing that they were getting closer. For the longest time we hung there like  
chickens in a Chinese restaurant. Daniel did come out, once, and sprayed us 
both  lightly with his concoction of tanning oils. At least the odor from the 
oils was  a brief reprieve.  

Noticing the distance closing between us and the two 'dots', I soon 
discovered  that the dots were actually ships. Closer and closer they got, as both 
Jordan  and myself began to sweat under the rising sun. I couldn't do any more 
than to  shake my head and blink, trying to get the sweat out of my eyes. Minutes 
later,  I detected four objects moving in our direction, in front of the two 
other  ships. As the minutes passed, the four objects came into clear view. 
They were  four launches from the two ships. They approached rather fast, as 
their size  become more evident.  

Daniel came back to us with two bottles of water, which he once again had to  
squeeze into our mouths. I wasn't sure, but suspected that the water was  
tainted; as the taste wasn't all that pure. Perhaps he'd laced the water with  
piss or some other vile substance.  

Twenty minutes later and the four small craft were along side the ship, and 
the  occupants were being helped up the ladder onto the deck. I'm sure that 
their  presence wasn't what caused Jordan's and my cock to stiffen up. Now, I'm  
guessing that it was something in the water that has caused this physical  
reaction. My cock was straining to rise even higher than it already had. The  
shear weight of my Prince Albert was becoming unbearable. I quickly glanced at  
Jordan to see him standing perfectly still, with his eyes closed. One might  
think he was hoping he'd be bought today, rather than endure a public auction or 
 even worse; having to be castrated and sent off to some third world country 
to  be tortured just for someone's pleasure.  

We were soon joined by the slaves from the engine room. They formed a line in 
 front of us, leaving an aisle way of about eight feet. All of the slaves 
stood  upright, hands behind their heads with their feet spread wide; leaving 
their  cocks and balls (three of five still had them) to hang grotesquely between 
their  legs. None of them had hard dicks; they just dangled freely; moving 
with the  minimal motion of our  ship.

A brief commotion erupted when the sound of a helicopter approaching sent 
Daniel  and others forward to what must have been some designated area for it to 
set  down on the ship. While Daniel was gone, the men from the smaller vessels 
came  forward and walked between the row of slaves and us. I was mortified 
when every  single one of them ran their hands up and down my body, fondling my 
cock and  even making my little cow bell ring. Several of them even went 
behind Jordan and  I to pry our butt cheeks apart and inspect our holes. There were 
about six or  seven men, which I had to endure their manipulations, thankful 
that none of the  uttered much of anything. Once or twice I thought somebody 
was about to ram a  finger up my ass, but thankfully that didn't occur. I was 
surprise by how many  of them fondled my balls, making short one word comments. 
Several of them even  squeezed my nuts, which sent pain radiating throughout 
my guts. The youngest of  the visitors, maybe seventeen years old, had gotten 
down on his knees to look  closely at my balls, before he licked them in plain 
sight of all the others.  From the words spoken, I quickly 'assumed' that he 
was the son of one of the  other adult men. Their was some joking amongst 
them, followed by laughter.  

Several of the standing slaves were put through a more rigorous inspection. 
They  had fingers shoved up their butts, had their skin slapped and their cocks 
pulled  and twisted. The youngster even got his chance to 'play' with the 
slaves. Not  being able to see, but able to visualize; the young man must have 
had more than  just one finger up some of the butts, noting the change in facial 
expressions on  some of the slaves. The two slaves that had been castrated 
were treated far  worse than any of the rest. They even had to endure dropping 
to their knees and  swallowing piss from the visitors. What I was witnessing 
was something a person  would only read about in a fictional  novel.

The youngster returned to me, staring me right in the eyes. He had a look of  
wonton desire and lust burned into his eyes, as he began moving his head up 
and  down; taking in my body, with it's sweat soaked pink shorts. He again 
began to  fondle my balls with one hand and my cock in the other, paying little or 
no  regards to the spikes as they poked at my tender flesh. Once he'd had his 
fill  of fondling, he went right to tugging on my piercings. To my 
astonishment he  squeezed the sides of my face, causing me to open my mouth, revealing 
my pierced  tongue. Being a little smaller than me, he had to rise up on his 
toes to get a  better look into my mouth. He broke into gleeful jabber, with the 
man who must  have been his father. Before it was all done and over with, 
Daniel and the  Captain made their presence known to all, yet the young man kept 
his eyes  fixated on my body and face.  

Words between all of the men were spoken out of hearing range for the slaves, 
 Jordan and myself. I looked at Jordan and at least now, he had his eyes 
open;  and he turned ever so briefly to look in my direction. Just knowing that he 
 cared enough to look at me was a huge relief on my stress level.   

When the little conference broke up, all of the men went back to pawing over 
the  slaves. I noticed that the Captain had a thick folder in his hands, which 
 apparently was the ship's log on the slaves and us two.  Shortly  
thereafter, three more men arrived. They must have been the ones who arrived by  
helicopter. While the majority of the others were still tugging and pulling at  the 
slaves, these new men paid particular attention to me; seemingly a lot more  
than they did to Jordan.  

One of them roughly ordered that my shorts be removed. Hearing that,  
re-confirmed my limited knowledge that I was going to be sold right here and  now. 
Daniel quickly cut away my damp, see thru, shorts and tossed them aside.  Two of 
the men, apparently well versed in the business of buying and selling  slaves 
were now inspecting every square inch of skin on my body, and I do mean  
'EVERY'  inch!

One of the men called for the folder, and began looking over some papers;  
apparently being my papers, as the Captain looked on with an evil smile on his  
face. Well, maybe not evil, but at least it could be described as sinister. 
The  other man, found amusement in slapping my cock, causing my bell to ring; 
which  he followed up with several swift fists to the weights hanging beneath my 
nuts.  I almost spoke, from the pain, but held it all in. I wasn't about to 
give in  now, not after everything I'd been put through already. The man began 
to pull  and twist at my new piercings, apparently enjoying himself immensely. 
What I  could understand, as if I was supposed to, was why I was being 
tormented in such  a manner. What was all this talk about turning me into a sex 
slave, if all this  man was doing was causing me pain. He'd of been one sorry man, 
had I been free  to strike out at him.  Now it was me who was keeping his 
eyes closed,  partly from the pain and humiliation and partly because I just 
didn't want to  see this process anymore. I began to understand just how all the 
slaves in the  world must have felt at one time or another. Thankfully the man 
ceased his  pleasures with my cock and balls, at least; but again, my fear of 
being raped  was becoming more and more a constant reminder of what I was 
turning  into.

It was now Jordan's turn to endure the man's inspection; not that I was 
relieved  all that much, as I had begun to have certain unexplainable feelings 
towards  Jordan. He, like me, remained silent as the man tugged on his prick and 
nuts.  Jordan however had gotten a more severe treatment on his balls than I 
had. The  man even had the nerve to stick two fingers inside Jordan's ass, 
commenting with  glee how warm the 'little mans' asshole felt. Ever so slightly I 
turned my head  to watch Jordan's reactions to the manipulations. Jordan's 
facial expressions  seemed to be that of sheer enjoyment and ecstasy. Surely, 
having fingers pushed  inside your body couldn't be that nice of a feeling? It didn
't' take long, and  Jordan's body began to buck and sway. I almost gave 
thought to the idea that he  was about to shoot a load of sperm. The next comment 
the man made, to my  astonishment, was that he now had three fingers up inside 
of Jordan. This I  couldn't believe, nor accept; had it not been for the 
continued movement of  Jordan's body.  

A minute or two later and Jordan let go with a moan and guttural sounds that  
could only mean one thing. Soon his cock erupted in string after string of 
sperm  being ejected from the piss hole.  When all was done, Jordan hung,  
exhausted from his chains; as the man removed his fingers. Just as quickly as  the 
man pulled his fingers out, he was standing in front of me; displaying the  
three slimed fingers.  He put them to my lips and the smell from them went  
straight into my nose. He pressed his fingers firmly on my lips, and I realized  
that he was waiting to see if I'd open my mouth.  I was now between the  
proverbial rock and hard space. All I could do, to avoid punishment, was to open  my 
mouth. The ordeal didn't last that long, as the man pushed and pulled his  
fingers into and out of my mouth. I tried to think of them as a cock and licked  
and sucked them until he was satisfied that I'd cleaned them well  enough.

When I was free of his fingers, I looked down; not wanting to make eye 
contact  with anyone. What I saw was amazing. The young man was in front of Jordan,  
lapping the sperm from the deck. I could only think of just how depraved this 
 boy must be. Surely his father couldn't be proud of the son he had  raised.

I jerked my head up, to the sounds of men in pain. Three of the slaves had 
been  zapped by what appeared to be a cattle prod, and were now on the deck 
convulsing  in indescribable pain. Thick, heavy chains were locked around their 
necks and  they were quickly dragged off towards the ladder which led to the 
four smaller  boats. The other two slaves were still standing, now in tears, 
fearing the same  torturous treatment. When I had gathered my wits, I noticed that 
the two  castrated slaves were among the three who had been dragged away. I 
felt a brief  moment of sadness towards them, knowing now, what lay ahead for  
them.

The two remaining slaves were quickly ushered off the deck, back to the 
engine  room. This left Jordan and I alone, with the last two arriving men and the 
young  man with his father. The three men began talking, first amongst 
themselves then  with the Captain. In a flash, the volume of their conversation 
increased a  hundred fold. Now, it appeared as if they were all arguing; but a 
voice coming  from the radio in the Captain's hand quickly brought the shouting 
match to a  stop. The Captain, stepped away to talk to whom ever it was on the 
other radio;  preventing anyone, including me, from hearing a single word.  All 
I could  think about was that they were haggling over who was going to 
purchase me. Now,  I had nearly forgotten about Jordan, who perhaps was not thinking 
of me  either.

When the Captain rejoined the group, he said something which must have been  
acceptable to the others; as now they all just stood around, some looking 
toward  me and Jordan, while others simply stared out over the open water. The 
young man  kept looking in our direction, but his facial expression wasn't 
displaying his  former look of  happiness.


I didn't want to look at the men or the young man any more, so I hung my head 
 and closed my eyes. I didn't have any desire to hear grown men talking about 
 buying men, for use as slaves. I suppose I am more like my mom, in that I 
didn't  believe in such things. Regardless of how lucrative the slave business 
can be,  men are not meant to be slaves; let alone objects to compensate 
another man's  needs for sexual pleasures.  

Even though I heard a new voice join the crowd, I didn't look up. I kept my 
head  down and my mind whirling around trying to think of anything and 
everything  other than slavery and sex. I almost looked up, when the voices 
diminished. I  heard the sounds of engines starting up. I knew that they were the four 
boats  pulling away from the ship. My fear multiplied as I realized that I may 
be the  only one left, Jordan could already have been bought and now on his 
way out to  another vessel. I squeezed my eyes tighter, trying to block out the 
whole  world.

The next sensation to break my thought process was the removal of the chain  
attached to my collar and the ones keeping my feet spread. Still keeping my 
head  down and eyes closed, I felt more hands smoothing over my entire body. The 
 sounds of voices once again filled my ears.  I assumed it was Daniel who  
ordered me to open my mouth, which I did; only to have it filled with a rubber  
ball which was then firmly pulled into place by a strap fastening at the back 
of  my bald head.  I knew now that I'd been sold. I would never again enjoy my 
 former life, my friends, my mom.  

A leash of sorts was snapped onto the large ring in my cock as I stood 
perfectly  still. My wrists were released from the chains on my collar but were 
quickly  attached to the two rings below my nuts, causing me to be hunched over. 
My  nipple rings were then painfully attached to the ankle cuffs, now making it 
 impossible to stand straight. I was being pulled, by the leash, indicating 
that  I best start to move unless I wanted my cock pulled off. I started to 
move in a  rather awkward fashion, only to be stopped after about twenty or 
thirty  steps.

I heard Daniels voice telling me to open my eyes. I followed his command, 
which  allowed me to stare downward at my cock and feet. Daniel gently raised my 
head;  allowing me to see Jordan directly in front of me. "You have done well 
'boy'.  Now you will be going away to learn even more. You are lucky, in a 
way; at least  you won't be going to your new home alone." When Daniel spoke 
those words, I  knew that there was a glimmer of hope that my life wouldn't be in 
some hell hole  of a country that abused white slaves. I didn't know, I didn't 
care, what I was  going to have to learn now that I knew Jordan was going 
too.  

Another tug on my cock leash and we began walking slowly to the bow of the 
ship,  presumably to leave via the helicopter. I could see Jordan's feet and 
legs about  six feet in front of me; wondering if he was happy now that he'd been 
 sold.

I had no desire to look back on the ship, no need to see from where I was  
coming. I could only imagine to where I was going.  I heard the engines  come to 
life on the helicopter as we got ever so close. I saw Jordan being  helped 
into the machine, as I expected to be loaded next. Just before Daniel and  
another man began to lift me up into the bird, they  stopped.

A hand on my chin, raised my head enough for me to see straight ahead into 
the  helicopter; before pulling my head to one side, where there before the 
world  stood my former owner, my former  dad.

I was hastily lifted into the helicopter and fastened in. As we lifted off 
the  deck, all I could do was to stare directly at my father; who stood firmly 
on the  deck below, with an ear to ear grin on his face.

To be  continued…


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