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Sail Away Chapter  Nineteen

The closer we came to the school; I was made aware, visually, of just how 
many  slaves are around this place. They seemed to be everywhere. I could see 
some  working in the fields of corn and other vegetables, some working away 
making the  lawn and shrubs look beautiful and some were just walking to or from 
some place.  It struck me as odd though; as these slaves at least wore a simple, 
small cloth  which seemed to cover their cock and balls.  Maybe they were 
towns people  paid to work here, enabling them to provide for their  families.

Once I could see the school, I knew that the day should just about be over. I 
 continued to look around, as we made the final turn in the road. I could see 
 below quite clear now. I even saw the flat parcel of ground where the 
helicopter  had landed; thinking perhaps that my dad would be landing there late 
tomorrow as  well. Beyond that, the blue Pacific; with its endless beauty. The 
unmistakable  fragrance of Gardenia's in bloom hit me like a brick. They were my 
favorite of  all times; when I was helping mom outside around the house, as 
she so dearly  loved tending to her plants and flowers. It made me feel home 
sick, which was so  overwhelming that I swept in  silence.

Now, I could see the entry door of the school; the one which was where they  
first led me through into my new world of perversion. I was glad when we  
stopped; as Jordan appeared to be close to collapsing from the job he was given  
to  perform.

Jordan was the first one of us to be disconnected from the cart. I was 
mortified  when four of the workers and one teacher began to drag him by his arms 
through  the door without so much as a word. Jordan didn't protest. Jordan 
didn't  struggle. Perhaps Jordan knew much better than I, that to do so could and 
would  result in severe  punishment.

My ankles and wrist were soon unshackled from the cart; and that brief moment 
of  freedom almost made me want to run. However, with leather booties and 
mitts on  my body; that would have made it very difficult. More workers, two 
teachers AND  the fucking Headmaster were now surrounding me; as if they wanted to 
eat me  alive.

None of them, from what I could see; seemed to be in a good mood. I know that 
I  couldn't have done anything to displease them, or could I? Well, as it 
turns  out, I had disobeyed. The Headmaster blatted out that I'd broken several 
rules  of learning. One, that I'd looked around; which meant that I'd moved a 
part of  my body without permission, and two; that I'd dare look a man in his 
face. My  world came crashing down on me; as they all took part in lifting me 
from the  cart, and without letting me touch the ground, they began to haul my 
sorry ass  into  school.

Now, more than ever, I began to feel the strain on my 'pleasure balls', as 
the  rigid steel contraption kept pulling them further and further away from my 
body.  All of my rings were swaying with ease, steadily expanding the already 
large  holes they were in. The plug up my ass seemed to be moving in the 
opposite  direction from the way my body was being jostled about. The snout ring 
kept  hitting my lips as if it were one of those clangers in an old church bell. 
It  was only a few seconds and the heavy ball, riding atop my tongue, forced 
me to  open my mouth allowing my tongue to protrude past my lips. Some of the 
steel  clothespins were knocked off my body by the men who were carrying me 
along. Each  time one of them was knocked off, shockwaves of pain went shooting 
through my  body. My 'thing' was feeling the worst of it, I think. The Prince 
Albert was  swinging away, making the holes in my cockhead even larger. Each 
of the  clothespins felt like they weighed a ton, if not more. Mentally I was 
begging  these men to set me down. I wanted to plead for my own safety. I 
needed to piss  and I had an uncanny desire to find, and be with Jordan. Didn't he 
say last  night; well I think he said, and I think it was last night, that he 
would  protect me for ever and ever?  

Just as soon as we got inside the door, we turned right; which was a 
different  way then the other two times I'd been. It seemed like they carried me 
forever,  as we made our way down the walkway. All I could see were the concrete 
walls and  the bricks on the floor below. Ahead of us, somewhere in the bowels 
of the  building; I could hear screams and people yelling. The screams got 
louder and  louder as we progressed along the 'walk of  doom'.

The floor seemed to be getting brighter as we made our way towards all the  
yelling and screaming. The men made one final turn to the left and I was in the 
 same room with all of the  yelling.

I could easily see that the floor had changed from bricks into a terrazzo 
floor.  The bright lights from above reflected over every inch of the sparkling 
clean  floor.

Through the yelling, someone had draped a leather thing over my back. All I  
could see were four or five leather straps with their buckles dangling from 
each  side of my torso. The moment, the whole scenario was becoming stranger by 
the  second.

At least the leather felt cool to my bare skin but that wasn't of any  
consequence. So odd looking man was now laying beneath me, and I dare not look  at 
him. I could see his arms moving quickly, as he took a strap from one side  and 
buckled it to the strap which lay opposite  it.

The first strap, went just under my boy tits, as he was careful not to 
entangle  the strap with my nipple rings.  The second strap went across my abdomen  
just above my belly button.  The strap closest to my left leg seemed  
different, at least it felt different. The strap went behind my lower back,  between 
my butt cheeks and out the front. The man adjusted the strap so that it  wasn't 
obstructing my butt plug. It actually came just to the side of my 'thing'  
and 'pleasure balls', before it was looped back through the buckle; but never  
completely secured. My other leg was done in the exact same manner, leaving the 
 opposing end of the strap unsecured ( for  now).

After yanking off the last remaining clothespins from my armpits, the man ran 
 the final two straps. Each strap ran across each of my pits and looped 
somewhere  behind me.  When he crawled from beneath me, I caught a glimpse of his  
face. It was the teenager who had won the 'paint the slave' contest.   
Apparently he wasn't as innocent, as I had originally assumed all of the town's  boys 
were.  

I was still caught up with the screaming and yelling, however; from the sound 
 that was intermixed with all the other noise, it was plain to tell now… that 
 someone was getting thrashed. Probably by a whip or  something.

In unison, everyone began to turn me over, face up. During the transition, I  
found the source of the screams. It was Jordan, being struck across his back  
with a thick leather strap; which was leaving his skin bright red and  
blistered.

I paid no attention to the lights or ceiling above me, now. My head was being 
 supported by someone, I'd not seen before. Chains were somehow lowering from 
the  ceiling. Each of the chains were attached to the loop of the buckles 
which had  just been fastened around and over different parts of my  body.

A second tier of chains lowered, and these were attached to my wrist cuffs, 
my  ankle cuffs and two of them were attached on opposite sides of my  collar.

The slack in the chain soon disappeared and all hands were removed from my 
body.  I was suspended in mid-air. Jesus, this felt so weird, so  exposed.

Jordan had stopped screaming and yelling. I only moved my eyeballs just 
enough  to see that he'd apparently passed out. There were three or four tiny 
streaks of  blood streaming down his back; just thankful that his brain succumbed 
to the  pain and had shut down his physical ability to feel anymore of it. The 
man using  the strap almost made one final blow, but wisely opted not  to.

As the minutes slowly swept forever away, I began to notice more activity 
around  me. Somehow, there were several chains that had begun to move. My legs 
were  being pulled apart; as I wondered when the damn things would stop moving.  
 The chains holding my wrist seemed to also follow along in the same fashion, 
but  they stopped short of ripping my arms out of the shoulder sockets. As my 
legs  continued to slowly spread, the set of chains around my abdomen began 
to raise  up, allowing me the chance to look at my tormented 'thing and 
pleasure  balls'.

My legs finally stopped moving just short of being directly out to my sides 
and  the chains which helped lift my stomach up, also stopped. My 'tunnel' was 
now  slightly higher than my  head.

Some of the workers and teachers were speaking in Spanish; for which I should 
 perhaps have been thankful. Had I understood what they were saying just may 
have  caused me even more undue  alarm.

I continued to notice small things going on, well not that small. I saw a 
man,  fully clothed; holding what might have been a professional type of movie 
camera.  I'd not seen him before, and I began to wonder just how long he'd been 
filming  all of this. He moved closer to my 'tunnel', I guess to get a real 
close up  view.  He made several passes over my thing and balls filming them 
from  each side. He made it quite clear, by his actions, that he'd even been 
filming  my face and all of my  piercings.

A noise, like smooth wheels rolling on the floor distracted me; as the man  
filming moved swiftly down towards where my feet normally would have been.   I 
felt a small bump on my cheeks as something was being positioned under me; or  
more precisely, my 'tunnel'. I cast my eyes around, the best I could and 
thought  that I had noticed several more cameras atop tripods.  

Looking back towards my thing, I could easily now focus on the teenager who 
was  holding a rather weird looking hose in his hand. It was a hose that looked 
more  like a snake that had swallowed something. The hose had ridges on it, 
spaced  about two inches apart. I watched as the teen began pushing something 
onto the  end of the hose.  It looked like what they may have already shoved up 
my  ass.

For the life of me, I still was in a quandary as to the reason the teenager 
was  here, let alone helping the teachers. It almost seemed to me that he was 
perhaps  more than just one of the town 'boys'. But still, even from this short 
distance,  I didn't mind looking at his dick, as it brought back to mind his 
intoxicating  fragrance. I'll never know why or how, my thoughts towards a 
mans body was  beginning to change. All I know is that this teenager has more 
hair on him than  I do right now, and his dark pubic bush made me a tad envious. 
I almost fucked  up, when I was looking at his facial features and I nearly 
locked my eyes on to  his. For a boy, he was rather handsome or even  beautiful.

The moment my butt plug was taken out, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was as 
if  I'd been given a new lease on life. It even felt good, when I could 
actually  feel air moving around it; and then I realized that my tunnel was nothing 
more  than an open hole. I carefully watched as the guy with the camera 
stepped in a  filmed my most private of places. This dude had to be one sick 
fucking pervert  if there ever was one.  

There was some small talk about my tunnel. The man apparently was, himself,  
getting sexually aroused and had to be firmly reminded that my tunnel was off  
limits. Thank goodness for that. In this position I would have been 'fair 
game'  for the entire world population of men. And I planned on putting up one 
hell of  a fight with the first fucker who tries to fuck me in the  ass!

The teenager moved in between my splayed legs, as if he were a stealth 
bomber.  My short reprieve was over, as the tip of the hose touched my tunnel. I was 
glad  that it didn't feel cold. He held it there briefly and then began to 
slowly push  it in. All I could relate to this was that I'm getting an enema, 
but in a  different way. And if that was the case, why in God's name do all 
these men feel  the need to watch it all happen, not to mention the perv who is 
filming the  whole  thing!

I knew something odd was about to happen when I felt my tunnel close up and 
not  let that first ridge of the hose inside. The boy pulled the hose out a 
little  and pushed it in again and again; which led me to think that this kid 
wasn't  about to give up. Something like me I suppose, being bullheaded and all, 
just  like my dad used to say to me.  Finally as that ridge popped through, my 
 body tensed up so much; that I thought I was frozen in time. It hurt like 
hell,  but I was a bigger man than the whole bunch of them guys and I didn't let 
on  that I was  hurting.

The water started flowing inside, slowly. It to was warm; unlike the cold 
water  in my cell. It sort of felt nice and cozy, in a strange way. I closed my 
eyes  and tried to relax, allowing the burning around my tunnel to subside and 
for me  to absorb the feeling of the water as it coursed its way into my  body.

I felt something on my lips, which instantly caused my eyes to open. Standing 
 next to my head was the doctor; holding a cup of water with a straw. He 
motioned  for me to sip through the straw and quench my thirst. I stuck one of 
those  'horse pills' along side the straw and I, like a fucking dumbass, 
swallowed  right down. I saw one of the teachers hand him a syringe, which 
unceremoniously  was poked into my right butt cheek. I sorta knew about the pill, but the 
needle  made me wanna  squirm.

I began to get uncomfortable as the water didn't seem to be stopping. 
Apparently  the photographer was filming my ever increasing stomach, as the water 
expanded  my lower  portion.

Now I was beginning to panic. I couldn't hold anymore of the water and I knew 
 that if there was an 'accident' it could mean that I might suffer the same  
consequences as Jordan. I began hoping that the ridge on the hose might just 
act  like a stopper and keep the water in; which proved for now to be the  case.

The chains began to move once more; this time my upper body was being 
lowered.  It felt weird, as now I could see my thing laying flat against my body, 
but; my  'pleasure balls' were sticking straight up into the fucking air for 
everyone to  see. With all the metal on them I could understand why my balls were 
the way  they were being on  display.

My stomach began to growl, not from hunger I'm sure; but I thought perhaps  
something was in the cool water which I eagerly drank. I could even begin to  
feel some of the water in my intestines began to flow downward, all caused my  
gravity I'm sure.  

Many things began to happen in the room, but not to me. I heard the sound of 
a  motor and chains clinking. Jordan was being moved along a track, of sorts,  
closer to where I was. The machinery in the room, although unseen, was a real 
 marvel. Jordan's battered and torn body came slowly towards me and finally  
stopped just below my chest. Then his body began to turn, as if by magic, and  
when it came to rest, Jordan was facing me, finally. It was even clearer now, 
 that they'd even lashed out on his stomach with the leather strap. I 
couldn't  see his manly dick, but it wouldn't have surprised me if someone took a few 
 swings at that as well. He was still unconscious, thankfully; as I'd not 
want  him to see me in this  manner.

My body began to feel warmer to me, and in some ways it felt comforting. With 
my  stomach all messed up, I began thinking I might puke at some point, but 
at least  the desire to shit myself had subsided for  now.

Several loud voices from outside the room, sent one or two of the teachers to 
 investigate, as the others including the Headmaster stayed behind.  Shortly  
thereafter, the two teachers returned; only to be followed by two gargantuan  
slaves, dragging the Headmaster's son behind. The slaves were naked as was 
the  boy. The slaves didn't appear to have an ounce of fat on their bodies from 
my  vantage point at  least.

I could easily see the bandage on the boy, from his recent castration. It was 
 stained with a few spots of  blood.

The Headmaster could only stare at his son, with seething contempt. The 
camera  man quickly turned his attention to the young boy, filming every single 
moment.  I think, if I remember correctly; that the last time I saw the boy, he 
had  beautiful blonde hair and was well developed for his age.  I couldn't help 
 but to think about him losing his nuts, just because he liked boys and men. 
I  wonder if castrated males would have that same captivating fragrance as a 
normal  male would have.  

"So you told these two slaves that you wanted to eat shit. Well, you're about 
to  get your wish!" The Headmaster yelled at the  boy.

That said, the boy was dragged over between my legs and then he  disappeared.

I discovered, much later, that the plastic barrel under my tunnel had been  
designed with a hole in the side of it, about eighteen inches off the bottom.  
There was a metal grate secured in place at the lowest part of the hole, which 
 covered the entire circumference of the barrel. They had placed the boy, 
face  up, into the barrel until his shoulders acted as a stop.  

Once the chains began to move, I realized just what was happening. My head 
and  torso rose higher and higher, as my butt cheeks finally made contact with 
the  barrel. My outstretched legs were burning as my muscles were being 
strained to  their  maximum.

Once the chains had stopped, and the camera man was ready, the handsome 
teenager  simply yanked the hose out of my tunnel. The instant relief was another 
blessing  from above. The water and my ass slime flew out of me like a race 
horse with the  shits. Such a relief was most welcome. I didn't' give much 
thought to the boy,  until I heard someone describing his appearance to the 
Headmaster; who simply  said,  "Again".

The sound of a large fan muffled a lot of what else was being said. I can 
only  surmise that the big fan, way up in the ceiling, was extracting any and all 
of  the odors coming from the  barrel.

I was again inverted, but it wasn't until I was nearly head down that the  
teenager inserted the hose, this time with more zeal and vigor; as I felt not  
only the first ridge enter my tunnel but the second one as well. Mathematically 
 speaking that would equate to about four inches of hose up my fucking butt. 
That  part, the part of a teenager and his hose infuriated me to no end; but I 
was  still helpless to defend myself.  

I could see the teenager standing outside my hips, almost opposite Jordan. 
His  hand was holding the hose, and I think his other hand was holding his own 
dick.  

I'm not sure but it felt as if they put more water into my bowels this time, 
as  I could almost feel it rushing through the maze of intestines towards my  
stomach. Fifteen minutes later, I was raised back up and permitted to evacuate 
 my insides.  

It felt so good to be finally empty, and better now that my insides were 
clean.  I was getting used to my enemas, but today's seemed a bit extreme. I'm not 
one  who's into playing with poop, but some are; and by the attitude around 
this  place… most of them are..  

The boy was pulled out of the barrel and anybody and everybody, naked or  
clothed, produced their cocks and sprayed his down real good with their piss.  
The teenager managed to smile at me, as he quickly put the top on the barrel and 
 the cover over the side hole. It didn't take long for the big fan to shut 
down,  and now the room seemed somewhat 'normal' again.  

Everybody finished shaking the last few droplets from their dicks, and those  
that need tucking in; were tucked in a zipped back into  hiding.

I focus my attention on Jordan, who was now being removed from his wrist 
chains;  and carefully lowered to the floor, with the doctor now in attendance. I 
guess  Jordan was getting a good dose of smelling salt under his nose; as he 
choked and  gasp for air and I saw his eyes come to life.  The doctor asked if 
he could  stand up and Jordan tried his hardest; but had to sit back down on 
the floor.  

I was so glad that Jordan had missed the tunnel cleaning and the grand finale 
of  the boy covered in ass slime. He didn't need any more 'surprises' today. 
The  doctor bent down and helped Jordan to his feet and one of the workers 
jumped in  to help get Jordan down to the doctor's treatment room. I only hope 
that the  doctor doesn't have any more plans for Jordan, other than tend to his 
scourged  body.

Meanwhile, the boy and the floor were hosed down and the slaves in 
attendance,  used squeegees to hurry the drying process. I was shocked to find the boy 
now  licking my inner thighs and the entrance to my tunnel. The thought of it 
all was  disgusting, but when I closed my eyes; the magnitude of excitement 
washed over  me. The boys tongue felt so good on my skin. I didn't want him to 
ever stop, as  my heart raced with along with my mind, in unison; with nothing 
more than sexual  ecstasy feeding the fire in my groin. I was so enthralled 
with the moment that I  didn't notice or feel the Headmaster attach bungee cords 
to the two rings of my  ball divider; the other end of the bungee attaching to 
the two chains which were  being used to support my upper chest strap.  

My 'pleasure balls' were now staring me in the face. My thing was forced to 
lay  flat against my body.  

The doctor came back in, with the one worker, but without Jordan; which  
concerned me some, but I had other things going on that seemed more relevant at  
the  moment.

The handsome teenager was carefully tending to my body; washing it with warm, 
 soapy water; while the young boy followed behind and rinsed the soap and 
daily  accumulation of grime away.  The Headmaster was talking with the doctor 
and  the photographer was still capturing every moment of my 'lesson'. All of 
the  others seemed to be gathered in a corner talking among themselves, which 
was  fine by  me.

As the warm rinse water dried, I felt cool once again; but quite refreshed. 
The  doctor came over and placed another pill, like yesterday's pill into my 
mouth  and I had to swallow it without anything to wash it down. I couldn't keep 
up  with the pills, as each of them had different colors and did different 
things.  But, the pretty pink one I just took; if I remember correctly would 
make me a  little lazy and sleepy. I looked forward to the sleep  part.

The Headmaster took hold of his 'son', keeping him close to himself as he  
scanned the room, those in attendance and me. He looked at the teenager with a  
look of pride, before he began to speak.

"I just want to say  to everyone here that the 'boy' has done a good job here 
today. He's been  faithful to the school since the day he was born. He has 
watched over the flock  of boys in town and helped them in any way he could. He 
has always kept the  school informed of each and any problems which arose in 
town; as well as  occasionally helped us out here at the school. Today he won 
the contest and we  are all so pleased with him. He learned all of his own 
lessons well.  

It is not often that we train a boy to become a slave only to  discover that 
he has other talents. He has shown a great deal of patience as he  learned to 
pleasure a man. Therefore… I am announcing to all those present that  from 
this day forth, he shall become known as a 'teachers assistant'. He will  reside 
in the teachers building with all of the other teachers. Beginning  tomorrow 
he will be issued a pair of shorts, indicating his status as a  teacher."

The boy seemed to be caught completely off guard by what  the Headmaster just 
said. The boy was smiling but still maintained his humble  expression. 

"Now then, since the new 'boy' is to uneducated in the  ways of a slave; I'm 
assigning this 'younger pussy slave' to our newest teacher.  He will be in 
charge of every aspect of the young slave's education; under the  supervision of 
myself or another teacher. So in proper fashion, in celebration,  we'll enjoy 
the deflowering of the young slave by his new  teacher."

The Headmaster pushed his 'son' towards the teenager, who  caught him in both 
hands. 

With a desire to please the Headmaster,  the teenager quickly pushed the boy 
to the floor, commanding him to  kneel.

After kneeling, the young boy adjusted his knees, as if he  knew what was 
coming and lowered his head to the floor.

The naked  teenager took up his position behind the boy and began stroking 
his own dick  until it was filled with blood. Spreading the boy's cheeks, and 
not using any  lubrication; the teenager drove his pretty dick up into the 
slave's tunnel.  

Amidst plea's to stop from the boy, and cheering from all the  others; the 
teenager drove his dick in until he had nothing left to impale the  boy with. 
The Headmaster stood silently by, observing the whole scene as if it  were just 
another virgin tunnel getting drilled.

I caught a glimpse  of the teenager looking up at the Headmaster, and the 
Headmaster nodding his  head; just seconds before the teenager filled the boy's 
tunnel with his hot  seed. The teenager kept pumping away in the boy's ass, as 
the group urged him  on. The boy turned his screaming and pleading into soft 
moans; which to me  seemed as if the boy was getting off on getting fucked up 
his  ass.

The whole thing was a bit much for me to handle. I'd never  even seen a still 
photo of two males fucking, let alone been in a room while  they were doing 
it.

After the teenager withdrew his dick, the boy  quickly turned and swallowed 
the entire length of it; apparently licking and  sucking the ass slime off.

I closed my eyes, trying to rationalize  the need for two men to 'lay 
together'. If it hurts that much, then why do they  do it? But on the other hand, 
after the hurt comes pleasure. I'm not sure that I  follow that at all; but the 
cute teenager sure as hell seemed to enjoy fucking  the tunnel, that much I do 
know.

I wonder, if I ever allowed, say,  Jordan to fuck me; or even Alan, would it 
hurt like that and then would the hurt  turn to pleasure. It didn't and it 
doesn't make a difference. I'll be long gone  before anybody tries shit like that 
on me.

TO BE  CONTINUED             



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