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Sail Away Chapter  Twelve of Sixty  Two

I looked out at the ship for as long as it was in sight. In a way, I'm glad 
that  the helicopter turned and headed away from the ship; making its' way 
toward  land. Tears flowed freely, as I could now better understand the life 
sentence  I'd been given by my father. Sitting on the floor, all hunched together 
was  quickly becoming uncomfortable, but I knew that even if I could complain, 
nobody  would listen. My teary eyes found their way to Jordan, who like me, 
was sitting  on the floor opposite me. The four men in back were sitting in what 
looked like  rather comfortable seats. The men were talking amongst 
themselves, but with the  noise of the engines I couldn't make out what they were 
saying to one another.  It seemed not to matter much anyway. Jordan raised his head 
and was able, like  me, to rest his chin on his knees. All we could do was to 
sit there and look at  each other for most of the trip; unless we wanted to 
peer out the small bottom  windows and see nothing but blue ocean water.  

Amazingly, the journey didn't take to long and the whirlybird was flying over 
 land. I cast my vision towards the small window more and more, as we seemed 
to  be getting lower to earth. Before I knew it, the helicopter was making 
small  circles, getting closer and closer to a piece of land which was all green 
wavy  grass. The ride ended with a couple of thumps and thuds as the machine 
settled  back down on the ground. The whine of the engine slowed quickly, which 
allowed  somebody from outside to slide the door open.  I was the first one 
to be  hauled out. Four burly, barely clothed men grabbed me and picked me up 
off the  floor and quickly deposited me on the ground about a hundred feet from 
the  aircraft.  The four other men quickly departed the craft, enabling the  
extrication of Jordan. Jordan was placed along side of me, and we both 
couldn't  help but to look at each other; wondering what was coming next.  

The men were greeted by one man, who by all appearances seemed to be very 
well  dressed and in great physical shape. The man accepted a small envelope from 
one  of the four and they soon departed in a vehicle; leaving Jordan and I 
alone with  the newer man along with the four goons that took us off of the  
helicopter.

He nicely told the men to remove the chains binding us, which they did 
quickly  and respectfully. I sat there, rubbing my ankles, wrist and neck; trying to 
get  feelings back to those areas. I straightened my legs and shook my arms 
along  with craning my neck around in circles. No sooner than I'd begun to get 
feelings  back in those areas, the man ordered Jordan and me to stand and 
assume the  'position'.

Jordan was first to his feet and I followed his lead, keeping my head bowed,  
feet apart and hands behind my head. As the man approached me, all I could 
think  about was that I'm about to get another one of those up close and 
personal  inspections. The man came close enough that I could feel the air escaping 
from  his mouth, as he breathed. He was almost nose to nose with me; as you 
might see  at some military boot camp. I waited, for what seemed several minutes, 
expecting  him to speak; but he only stood nose to nose, and I might say, 
doing a damn good  job of intimidating me. He finally moved away from me, and 
applied his technique  on Jordan. Thankfully neither one of us made any movement, 
as I'm quite sure  that this man or his 'goons' would have sent a rain of 
pain down upon  us.

Shortly thereafter, Jordan and I were once again side by side; standing 
straight  and tall listening to what I'd assumed were some of our immediate orders 
and  directions. Some of what he was saying, I'd already been taught; such 
things as  silence and not to look into a mans eyes unless told too. My nuts were 
really  hurting now, and I couldn't understand why they felt worse now than 
ever before.  I guess the pain was just part of my skin stretching or 
something. I would have  done just about anything to get a cool glass of water right 
now, as I felt  dehydrated and weak. I was mortified to think that without 
giving notice to it;  that I had now been unjustly exposed, totally naked, to even 
more men. The  nakedness of my body and soul aboard ship was one thing, but now
… here this  moment in time my brain registered the sickening fact that I may 
never again be  able to dress like I used to. Thankful, at least, that my 
cock had lost its  firmness which didn't allow these men to see me in an aroused 
physical state.  

Silence fell over our group, as this 'man in charge' concluded his stare down 
 with Jordan. One of the 'goons' grabbed a hold of my cock and ran a rope 
through  the Prince Albert; the same time Jordan was getting a rope tied around 
his cock  and balls. Common sense told me to follow along without causing a 
ruckus, as the  both of us were led away. We went from walking on the cool grass, 
to walking on  a red brick pathway. Our progress was halted momentarily, as 
the men who rode  with us on the helicopter made their way back down the path 
towards the  helicopter and apparently lifted off heading for who knows  where.

The brick walkway continued for some distance, until we were abruptly brought 
to  a stop. Jordan was still in front of me, which, if I strained my eyes 
upward I  could see part of his body, as it too was dripping with sweat. "Eyes 
up!" came a  command from one of the men.  Now I could see so much more. I could 
see all  of Jordan's backside, the four goons and the well dressed man. Off 
to my left  was a rather large abode, presumably belonging to the man. To my 
right were  several buildings which I took to house animals or equipment. 
Directly in front  of us was a building, made of red brick; and, at first glance 
looked rather well  kept. Two of the goons opened the thick wooden door and 
entered the building,  leaving us with just the man and the remaining two goons. If 
I had half an ounce  of courage and no brains, this would have been a good 
time to make a run for  freedom. There was plenty of slack in the two ropes, no 
one seemed to be paying  close attention and all I had to do was turn around 
and make my way back down  the brick path to freedom. Being lost, in who knows 
where, sure beats the hell  out of what might lay ahead if I hang around to 
find out.  

I no more than moved my head to the right and instantly I was on the ground;  
something had stung my balls and I was about to die. Had it not been for my  
mouth gag; I'd have probably used every vulgar word in my vocabulary. The pain 
 was like none other. I even managed to piss myself, causing a huge mess, not 
 only on the walkway but on myself as  well.

All I could hear was laughter, the kind you hear, or do, when it comes from 
deep  inside of you. They were all laughing at me, making light of a serious  
situation. I saw nothing humorous about torture. I was quickly grabbed and made 
 to stand regardless of my situation. My body was wracked in pain, yet Jordan 
 kept facing forward; not wanting to suffer the same consequences as I had. 
The  huge door swung open, inviting us to come in. The closer we got to the 
doorway,  the air suddenly changed; as we were enveloped in a torrent of cool 
refreshing  air, making me shiver every so  slightly.

The first room we came to was bare, but for a few lights on the walls. There  
were no windows, no furniture. It seemed odd, that the only flooring was the  
same walkway which we were still standing on. To either side of the walkway 
was  a floor of pure white sand; all smooth, without as much as a footprint. 
Once the  door closed behind me, all I could think of was 'welcome to hell'.  

A door finally opened at the far end of the room, which revealed a man;  
presumably a physician, as the man was wearing one of those heavy cotton fabric,  
long medical jackets. Once Jordan began to move, I kept my distance, moving in 
 cadence with each and every step he took. Past the door, the same walkway  
continued for what looked like a hundred feet. Our small procession of flesh 
was  stopped at the first door on the left; which the doctor unlocked, opened 
and  illuminated as he entered. As Jordan entered the room, his two goons stayed 
 outside; and the same scenario played out once I entered the room. Only the  
doctor, the well dressed man and the doctor were in the room with us two. The 
 door seemed to close automatically and lock behind everyone. I began once 
again  to perspire, even though I was actually quite cold. I could only relate 
that my  sweating was caused by fear. My eyes scanned the room, discovering 
that it  looked no different than most exam rooms at your doctors' office. 
Counters and  cabinets, two exam tables, instruments mounted on the wall and all the 
other  little 'goodies' that doctors like to buy and seldom use. I was 
actually  startled when for once I heard a voice, it was the  doctor.

"Alright you two boys; get over here so I can weigh you and get your height." 
 Jordan and myself quickly prodded over to where the doctor was standing next 
to  his scale. Apparently, the doctor had known of our arrival before hand, 
as he  had a folder in hand for each of us. He wrote down Jordan's height and 
weight  and then mine. I suppose I could say that by now I was beginning to 
feel a bit  stupid, as we'd not been told what to do next, other than just stand  
there.  The doctor finally spoke, ordering us to assume the 'position'. I  
snapped to, and hand my feet spread wide and hands behind my back before Jordan  
did.

He took a look a Jordan and then looked at me; another look at both of us 
before  he pushed a short padded stool over in front of me. As he sat down, I 
noticed  that he'd gotten his hands on a caliper; which he began using 
immediately. He  measured every single piercing on my body, with no consideration to my 
modesty  or any discomfort he may have been causing. Then to my surprise, he 
began to  measure my nipples; as to their base diameter and the distance my 
teet had been  pulled away from it. He even measured the thickness of my teet 
just below the  nipple ring and the thickness of my teet where the ring had been 
installed. He  briefly stood to do several measurements on both of my ears, 
and three or four  on my tongue piercing; which was a great relief to have my 
mouth gag removed.  You can rest assured that I wasn't about to ask questions or 
to interfere with  the doctor's duties.  He spent extra time measuring my 
snout ring, even  using a small flashlight to shine up my nostrils as he forced 
his caliper  in.

He used his feet to shuffle himself and his stool around behind me.  "OVER"  
he said rather loudly.  I began to bend over at the waist when he said to  
"spread'um'; to which I fastidiously used my hands to spread my butt cheeks  
apart so that he could get his kicks messing with my ass. Hell, he was measuring  
my shit chute. I felt the metal of the calipers touch my flesh three or four  
times, before he seemed satisfied. "Damn boy, you telling me that you haven't  
had anything up your ass, nothing at all? I haven't had a virgin pass through 
 here in over eight years. I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but who ever gets 
to  fuck you first is in for one hell of a  ride."

The doctor came back around to my front, apparently saving my cock and balls 
for  last. He kept himself busy measuring my nuts from several different 
directions.  He even measured, with care, the distance my nuts had stretched after 
I'd been  made to carry the weights around for the last two days. He measured 
my cock more  than any part. He even stuck the caliper in my pisshole, to 
measure how much  room there was left after I'd been lanced and fixed with my 
thick and large  Prince Albert. The one thing I was happy and thankful for, was 
the doctor  removing my cow bell. I was hoping, with fading optimism, that the 
damn bell  would be kept off. No bell meant that if I could find the way, the 
time and the  day to escape; they'd not be able to hear me sneaking  out.

After quite some time the doctor seemed to have had his pleasures with my 
body,  ordering me now to lay down on one of the two exam tables. As I followed 
his  command, he took up where he left off; as he began his measurements of 
Jordan.  All I could do was lay in silence, but it did give my ample time to 
reflect on  just what may have gotten me to this place. So what if I was able to 
get just  about anything and everything I wanted or needed; my parents never 
lacked for  anything either. This whole idea of selling me off into slavery must 
be only for  some exclusive financial gain. Had I been twenty years old, my 
father could  never have done this to me legally. In every way, I'd always 
obeyed my parents,  without even as much as a vain attempt to challenge them. This 
had to be about  cash, and nothing more. The man watching over us now, must 
have a mountain of  money; as knowing my dad, I 'didn't come  cheap'.

It wasn't long and Jordan was laying on the other table, the doctor doing  
something which I couldn't see. Whatever he was doing must not have been to  
serious; as Jordan didn't make a single sound. I had begun to admire Jordan, for  
not only his help given too me but for his courage and endurance through this 
 whole thing. I knew, for sure, that at least he was happy to be off of the 
ship;  as he'd mentioned one or two disgusting things that he had to do each 
and every  time he came back from an auction, still not able to have found a 
buyer for his  body. I could only imagine what I would have done if someone made 
me lick an  asshole right after somebody took a nice healthy  crap.

Finally, the doctor was standing next to my table, with his folder open; 
reading  notes and making notes. He made several comments to the other man, as if 
he was  telling him something rather than asking him. I wasn't sure what was 
going on;  as for sure I'd had believed the well dressed man was my owner. 
Perhaps being a  doctor, gave him certain leeway with his position here at this 
place. The more I  listened, the more I would learn.  

Before I knew it, the doctor was cleaning my piercings; and I must say that 
he  was none to gentle, compared to Jordan. The pain he was causing me, brought 
 water to my eyes, and I briefly thought that perhaps he was creating the 
pain in  order that he might find pleasure in punishing me in some way. Whatever 
he was  using, stung like mad; not to mention that when he cleaned my tongue 
stud some  of the liquid ran down my throat which caused me to nearly vomit.  
He  seemed to take his time when he was cleaning my Prince Albert. He 
constantly  kept sliding the ring around as far as he could, back and forth. After a 
minute  or two of that, my cock, with a mind of its' own, began to erect. All in 
his  plans, for sure, as he quickly began to stroke my cock; and when firm, 
he made  no bones about taking measurements of  it.

I had no idea what to expect or what was happening, as after the measurements 
 were taken he continued on with stroking my cock. I felt the need to purge 
my  nuts with every stroke of his hand. If he didn't stop soon, I knew that 
he'd get  a blast of sperm like he'd never seen before. I could feel the blood 
racing  through the veins in my dick, as my nuts tried to retract. As my balls 
began to  cause me discomfort, due to their restrictive situation, my eruption 
occurred;  sending sperm everywhere. The man laughed, as did the doctor, at my 
situation. I  hadn't realized that the doctor had aimed my cock upwards 
toward my head;  causing sperm to land on my upper chest and onto my  face.

Why me, why not Jordan? Did all of these things have to happen to me and not  
him? Why was I any different then he was; we are both slaves to some sick  
pervert.

My thoughts came back to the immediate present, seeing the doctor take what  
sperm was still on the end of my cock and putting it onto a glass slide. I 
guess  he wanted to look at it under a microscope to see if all my little baby 
makers  were in there swimming around, or something.  

The other man was now standing next to me, looking down on me with what I 
could  only describe as a look of disappointment. He hadn't said a word to us in 
such a  long time, that I was beginning to think that something I had done, or 
didn't  do, was upsetting him. Thankfully the doctor had proceeded to obtain 
a sperm  sample from Jordan in a timely manner and we were both ordered off 
our tables.  The door swung open and we followed the man out, continuing down 
the brick  pathway to the next room.  

This room was empty. I mean empty. Even the floor was missing, as only fine  
grain sand surrounded our feet. Jordan and I were instructed, nicely, to kneel 
 at the wall at the far end, facing away from the wall. The man instructed us 
on  how we were to kneel; with our knees spread wide and our butts resting on 
the  heels of our feet. My nuts were making contact with the sandy floor, as 
I could  feel the warmth transmit to my brain. My dick was prevented from 
touching the  floor, by the Prince Albert ring. Our hands were kept firmly behind 
our heads,  as we stared at a the blank wall in front of us. Momentarily, a 
small opening  appeared in the ceiling and a screen began to emerge. It was by 
far the largest  television screen I had ever seen. As the man began to move 
out of the way,  Jordan and I followed him with our eyes; finally Jordan and 
myself were able to  look at one another for a brief moment. I was still amazed 
that Jordan was  showing no fear of our situation. I guess everything he had 
told me before,  about wanting and desiring to become a sexual object of a free 
man was really  true. I wondered just how many men he'd had sex with, and how 
many men were  really nice to, and good for him. The screen came to life, and 
all my attention  was concentrated on the image before me, on the  screen.

The man, whom I thought was my new owner, was now on the screen; about to 
speak.  I will do my best recollection, of the video, just so you will get an 
idea, a  feel, for what was said and how it all made me  feel.

"Welcome to the Morris School of Behavioral Modification. You have been 
placed  here, with us; in order that we may help you become a better slave. The 
board of  trustees, and the owner, of the school have spent countless hours and 
exorbitant  amounts of money, to see that you have access to only the  best."

At this point, my mouth dropped to the ground. Did I hear him correctly? Did 
he  say 'Morris'? Surely this was just a coincidence. What other off the wall 
reason  could I come up with, other than it was just a fluke.  

"After you have finished viewing this video, you will better understand our 
role  in producing only the finest slaves which are trained to bring years of  
enjoyment to their new master. Slaves here are required to address all men as  
SIR and nothing less. There is no person in the school who you will call 
master.  Each student, once graduated, will meet his or her new master; at which 
time you  will know to call Master. All slaves in our school are kept in what 
we call  'natural' condition. Only freemen wear clothes. Some of you will go on 
from here  to receive haircuts and other body modifications. Some of you have 
arrived here,  having already been smoothed and ringed; so with the extra 
time, you will be  immersed into your training program before the end of your 
first  day.

You will be well cared for, well feed and receive ample attention. You will  
undergo a regiment of examinations each and every day. You will constantly be  
observed, so that we may better assist you in all that you need to achieve. 
Each  of your owners has submitted an outline of what he or she desires us to 
teach  and train you in. Nothing, absolutely nothing, an owner could ask for, 
that we  here at the Morris School can't provide.  

We have, in the past, provided owners with their slaves being completely  
transformed into loving pets, such as a dog. We have taught some slaves to serve  
their masters animals. We have taught some slaves how to become urinals and 
even  toilets. We have the medical capabilities to remove any part of a body 
that a  master may desire to have removed. The Morris School has four completely 
 equipped rooms, containing the latest implements for inflicting pain; to 
which a  slave quickly learns to turn such pain…into pleasure for him or herself. 
The  school prides itself on its' capabilities to graduate some of the finest 
'sexual  pleasure' slaves in the world.  

As I mentioned before, your education is completely monitored and to show you 
 just how well we monitor your progress, please pay close attention to the  
following."

The huge screen went black for a couple of seconds. When it came to life, I 
saw  three slaves, apparently new; being led into the doctor's examination 
room. From  there, they were shown watching this same video. The video played for 
quite a  few minutes, as I saw what must have been every room, every means of 
teaching,  each and every conceivable sex act known to man.  Some of the 
things I saw,  I couldn't begin to describe to anyone, let alone understand myself. 
The video  stopped, and the next thing I saw on the screen was Jordan and 
myself. Holy  shit! Like we are being video taped! This guy wasn't joking around! 
I looked  dead ahead, at the screen; not wanting to show that I was 
flabbergasted. I was  surprised to see, that Jordan had somehow managed to get an 
erection from  watching the video. I could detect, on the screen, that Jordan had a 
drop of  jizzle covering his pee hole. I don't know how he or anyone else 
could get  aroused by watching the video, but I guess I still had a lot to learn 
about him  and this new world of  slavery.

"I certainly hope that you have learned a considerable amount of information  
from watching the movie. Your attentiveness to it will ensure that you will  
progress through your training in a shorter amount of time, and with greater  
ease, with receiving less pain than  others.

In conclusion, I hope that you will enjoy the following portion of the video; 
 showing you the entire complex of land and buildings taken from our many  
exterior cameras, to be followed by a brief welcome, from the founder and owner  
of the Morris School of Behavioral  Modification."

I couldn't believe the amount of security this place has. There must have 
been  two dozen cameras scanning the entire complex. One camera even showed a 
segment  of the helicopter landing and unloading four black  teenagers.

When the screen went to black, I thought perhaps that something had gone 
astray  with the video; as I was expecting the 'welcome' speech from the founder. 
But,  when the screen came back to life, there was the 'founder' and owner of 
the  school. It was my father, my dad.



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