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SAIL AWAY CHAPTER  TWENTY FOUR

I pushed myself up onto my  elbows and looked over at Jordan who was slowly 
swinging his legs over the side  of the bed. He had that unforgettable smile on 
his face, which did nothing less  than set my mind at  ease.

He rose to his feet, bending over only to pick up his own pillow; and 
proceeded  to make his way to my bed. I moved over so that there was room enough for 
him  and myself, without either of us thinking we'd fall off.  

Jordan tossed his pillow next to mine and sat on the edge of my bed; turning 
so  that we were looking each other square in the eyes. I could see something 
in him  that I'd not ever seen before. I wasn't sure exactly what it was, the 
vibes you  know, but it seemed that just his mere presence made me relax and 
for once feel  safe.

Jordan's right hand and forearm came to rest on my thigh, which normally 
would  have been totally inappropriate for another male to do, let alone for me to 
 accept.

Jordan took the lead, starting off our talk. "Well, at least those slaves 
didn't  kill any of us. And did you see the way that the young slave was pounding 
away  on that one black slave. Jesus, he was wailing him with every ounce of 
muscle he  could  find."

"Yeah, I saw him and you beating the crap out of those guys." I replied, and  
continued, "I'm glad that you both were there, but I'm so sorry that you guys 
 got beat up so badly. Thanks, Jordan; you came to my rescue again. I suppose 
it  all started because they heard the conversation in my cell, and you two 
guys  must have heard it too. Well, at least now, there isn't anymore secret 
about who  my dad is, and who I  was."

"I have to be honest with you John", Jordan said, cutting off my next remark. 
 I've known who you are, or were before you even stepped foot on the ship. 
Daniel  told me everything he knew about you. I hope you don't mind me calling 
you John,  but I can call you 'boy' if you'd  rather."

"Hell no, call me anything you want; besides, 'boy' sounds so meaningless." I 
 replied. "So if Daniel told you so much about me and all, what is it that 
you  can tell me that I don't already know?" I mean, let's face it; I'm here, you
're  here. We are both slaves now so what difference does anything make? You 
wanted  to be a slave and I didn't. You have the need to be an object for some 
guy to  boss you around, and I don't have the need or even the fucking desire 
for some  fag to push me around or have sex with  me."

"That's exactly what I'm talking about John", Jordan said in a sort of 
defensive  posture. "You don't know anything about me and you think that just 
because I  have the desire to become a slave that I'm not as good as you. So many 
people  look down upon people like me, but I didn't think someone like you would 
think  like they do. Their thinking is all fucked up, probably because they 
haven't  been around slaves before, but I can understand parts of it because 
slavery has  only been back for less than ten  years.

You see it's the 'rich kids' like yourself who can have anything, do 
anything,  that they want; and hanging around gay guys ain't something a high and 
mighty  good looking guy wants to be doing. Girl's hanging all over you, wanting 
you to  spend money on them and then you almost have to beg before you can 
catch a feel  of their tits, let alone fuck one of them.  

And you are so down on your dad. I can understand that, but from what Daniel  
told me, every time you wanted something you always went to dear mommy. You  
hated when your father said NO to you, that's why you went to your mother all  
the time. And every time you went to her, you did nothing but drive another 
nail  in your future.  

Not once did you sit down and talk to your father about things. From what I  
hear, he wanted to tell you everything ever since he knew you were jacking off 
 in bed. He figured that if you knew about his slave trading and the school 
that  you could help convince your mother to get slaves around your big old 
estate up  in New York. You didn't even care about the family shipping business 
either; and  that upset your dad more than anything. From what I hear, your 
grandfather had  your dad working on a ship every summer, learning the business 
ever since he was  sixteen; but not you. You were your momma's  boy.

Now, you know that I've been aboard that ship for a year and a half. I've 
been  poked and prodded at over fourteen ports of call; at the slave auctions.  
Everybody wants a virgin and I'm far from being a virgin, honey.  

For eighteen months I prayed to get off that ship. For eighteen months I had 
to  help Daniel get boys and men ready for auctions; and I saw every one of 
them  sold for good money; all except  me."

Daniel stopped speaking for a moment; I guess to get his next line of 
thoughts  in order, but I could plainly see the anguish on his face. He was near to 
tears,  as if being off the ship, being here, being pierced, prodded and god 
only knows  what else has made him happier. I really didn't know what to say to 
him, as I  watched him swallow hard while two small tears began to appear on 
his  face.

I shuffled myself around some on the bed, which allowed me to rest only on 
one  elbow. With my free hand, I placed it on top of his hand, in such a way as 
to  let him know that I understood what he was saying and how he was feeling.  

I had a lot of questions that I'd wanted to ask Jordan, but seeing as how he 
was  doing a good job of filling up our thirty minutes, I wanted to just let 
him  continue. If there was any time left before 'lights out', I'd ask a  few.

Jordan seemed to accept my hand on his hand, as he moved his butt; which now  
placed it in direct contact with my shoulder. I couldn't help but to look at 
his  nakedness. While I was looking at him, I could see myself; Jordan's 
piercings  almost matching mine, his age so close to my own and his skin as soft 
and smooth  like  mine.

Jordan began once more, "And ever since you were on board the ship, the only  
thing on your mind was, 'how the fuck do I get out of this mess'. Not once 
did  you think about anybody else except YOU. But you liked it when I was around 
you.  You liked it when I drank your piss and 'did my thing'. But, you never 
really  seemed to appreciate me or what I did for  you.

Look at me now! I'm off the ship, true; but for all the wrong reasons. Daniel 
 found out I used his computer to help you and your father yanked my ass 
right  off the ship with yours. I still don't have a master, BUT you do. Even your 
 half- brother has a master now; YOUR FATHER!  Do you know what I'd have  
done to be your father's slave? I would have eaten his shit, just to get off the  
fucking ship.  

Your dad has done so much to promote legal slavery in countries that his name 
is  well known around the world in some special circles. People come to the 
school  every day seeking slaves. Some come from half way around the earth just 
to check  out what there is here that might fit their needs. But because I'm 
not a virgin,  I got passed over every time. I guess it pays to stay pure 
until you have a  master, but guys like me, like sex; we like to fuck and 
sometimes be  fucked.

While you were in your classroom, they had me in town up on the platform. I  
couldn't begin to tell you how many cocks went up my ass; and I hated every  
minute of it.  So now, I'll probably be left here to work in the fields and  
become the town whore. Once you're gone, there won't be any need for the  
Headmaster to keep me at the school. The men in town know just how to handle  slaves 
like me.  

When one of the town boys gets to move into the school, the kid knows that he 
 has been sold. He knows he will be trained to please his Master.  You are  
here, learning the ways of a slave, to pleasure your Master. When you meet your 
 Master, hopefully he is a good and kind Master. And since you are being 
trained  as a 'sex slave', you probably won't feel your Master's whip to much 
either. So  keep that in mind too; being good means less pain. There are a lot of 
Masters  into pain and suffering; and that's probably where I'm going to end 
up; in town  being tortured just for the fun of it, letting all the men show 
the boys there  what being mean and tough can earn  you."

Jordan finally stopped talking. At least for now, he seemed to have gotten 
some  things off his chest. He was able to talk openly and feely to someone like 
 himself.



"So Jordan, "I began, "Do you know who my Master  is?

"No, not really, I only heard rumors and I don't want to say anything like 
that  unless I know for certain." Jordan answered in a surly sort of  way.

"But, you don't think it is my own father, do you? I  asked.

"No, I'm sure it isn't your father. I just told you I only heard rumors, so 
just  drop it, will you!"  

"Okay, I didn't mean to get you pissed off, sorry", was about all I could 
think  of to say.  

"Listen, your father just claimed his first slave, and he'll probably get 
more  as time goes by, but for now he's probably just going to enjoy having the 
young  one by his side. I'm thinking that he'll treat him nice and might even 
spoil him  some, from time to time; if you know what I  mean."

"I suppose you're right about that", I answered back. "What do you think will 
 happen to us tomorrow? You seem to know a lot more about this school than 
anyone  else."  

"I don't know what they'll do with me, but I'd bet that you are going to be  
getting more piss and cum training, along with a lot more ball stretching and  
maybe a few more tests thrown in just for good measure. Just be thankful that 
 your father or the Headmaster isn't going to send you to town to get  
fucked."

I had wanted to talk to Jordan some more, now that he was beginning to open 
up  some; but the lights slowly began to dim and I didn't want either of us to 
be  punished for talking after lights  out.

Jordan moved his pillow, only slightly; which seemed odd at first. In the  
darkness, he proceeded to manipulate my body so that I was laying on my side  
facing towards him. He carefully moved my 'pleasure balls' and repositioned the  
cool packs. My dick hung over the top of the packs, which seemed rather nice 
to  have something cool touching my  dick.

Jordan ran his hands over my shoulders, making sure that I wasn't laying on 
the  opposite arm; being able to have both of my hands free. He then laid his 
body  down on the bed, and we were face to face, body touching  body.

Jordan ran his hand over my smooth scalp and the nape of my neck. He began a  
slow soft massage of my neck muscles which I hadn't even noticed were tight 
as a  drum. His other hand was on top of my thigh, very close to my 'thing'. 
The heat  from his hand, radiating upwards; toward my heart and  soul.

I placed one of my hands on to his back, slowly massaging away today's pain. 
I  could even feel the tightness in each of his back muscles, which made me,  
realize just how tense he'd  been.

Just his demeanor, so well composed, while we spoke; had comforted me. I knew 
we  were not allowed to speak now, but I had the need and the desire to, 
anyway. I  moved my head slowly, so that my mouth was next to his ear.  

I carefully chose my words before whispering to him, "Jordan, I want to take 
you  to my 'private  place'.

As he continued to rub my neck, I carefully lifted his nose ring out of the 
way,  as well as my own. I placed my lips to his and closed my eyes. We were in 
my  'private  place'


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