
Path: not-for-mail
NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 04 Jan 2006 20:20:01 -0600
Date: Wed, 04 Jan 2006 20:18:01 -0600
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Message-ID: <148.530de9c8.30ed771f@aol.com>
Subject: ST:SAIL AWAY CHAPTER 25 (MM MT NC BD SM)
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="UTF-8"
Content-Language: en
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated
Approved: ASSG Approval Key <assg-approval-key@stump.algebra.com>
Lines: 571
NNTP-Posting-Host: 65.182.171.162

===================




This story is (C)Copyright 2005, by TM. All World Wide Rights  Reserved.
This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without  prior 
written
permission.

Sail Away Chapter Twenty  Five

The lights weren't even on in our room, yet both Jordan and I were awake; 
still  entwined in each others clutches. We lay there in silence for quite some 
time;  so close to one another that each of us could hear the other inhale and  
exhale.

I now only had the memories of the night, which would follow me for the rest 
of  my life. Nothing more than mere kisses, nothing less than complete 
surrender to  a man's touch, a mans caring. If the world ended right this second, I 
would at  least have had the time knowing that someone really cares for me. I 
couldn't  explain it then and I still can't explain it  now.

Jordan slowly withdrew his arms from my limber body and moved himself to 
where  he could safely set his two feet on the carpet. He then turned and helped 
me up  and over to the side of the bed; where I too felt the soft comfort of 
the lush  floor covering beneath my bare  feet.

It must have looked funny, as both of us walked towards the doorway; which 
was  only detectable by some light form in another area of the house. We crept  
towards it as if we were stalking an animal; both of us holding hands, 
tightly,  as if we might be attacked any moment  now.

I suppose it didn't' make a difference if we moved on our feet; as we weren't 
 told to be on our hands and knees, unless they only 'assumed' that we would  
crawl to the shower  area.

Once in the hallway, we turned towards the dim light; which we discovered was 
 indeed a small lamp near the shower room. Jordan entered the room first, 
finding  a light switch with one hand, while I still had a death grip on his 
other hand.  

This room was huge compared to the one at school. It even had two sinks, two  
toilets and a very nice shower area. There were the customary enema nozzles  
protruding from the walls in the tiled  area.

There was no mistaking the fact that both of us had to piss. I, from past  
experience knew I wasn't going to piss in the toilet so I step into the shower  
area and Jordan followed  me.

What I did next surprised even me. I knelt down in front of Jordan and moved 
his  cock piercing off to the side and opened my mouth and got as close to his 
dick  as I could. It didn't phase me, that I was voluntarily holding a mans 
penis; or  that I was waiting for and expecting a stream of golden piss to 
flood my mouth.  Jordan didn't need much time or coaxing, before he emptied his  
bladder.

We simply switched places and I felt so much better after completing my 
morning  piss.  

Both of us turned at the same time, towards the shower controls and I  
particularly, was astonished to find a knob marked for hot water. I looked at  
Jordan, as if he'd motion my hand away from the knob. He stood firm, watching as  I 
turned on the hot and cold water knobs and adjusted the  temperature.

After we had both gotten well rinsed, Jordan placed my arms wide, on the wall 
of  the shower; followed by slowly spreading my legs, allowing my head to 
rest  against the tile with warm water cascading down my  back.

Jordan took hold of my butt plug and withdrew it from the confines of my 
tunnel.  He presented it to my mouth and had me wrap my lips tightly around it; as 
he  slowly began to scrub my back with a nice smelling bar of soap. Every 
minute he  was washing me, seemed as if I was in dreamland. Warm water, soap and 
a  wonderful person scrubbing me clean; what more could I have ever wanted. It 
sure  as hell beat the cold water showers down at  school.

When he'd finished my back, he simply crawled between my outstretched legs, 
to  my front side, and began to lather me up and down. He was careful and  
considerate when it came time to wash my balls; which were not as swollen, but  t
hey still were grossly discolored. He took his time washing my body rings, even 
 to the point of making sure that he turned each of them, knocking off any 
built  up crust. The soap made the rings slide easily through the holes, once 
they'd  been  cleaned.

Jordan made sure that I was as clean as possible, before he slid the butt 
plug  from my mouth back into my tunnel; using only a small amount of soap as a  
lubricant. I hadn't noticed the emptiness of my ass, until he went to put the  
plug back in. I guess it must have been because it was Jordan, but on this 
one  particular day, my brain didn't object to the  plug.

I soon found myself washing Jordan's body. The only difference was subtle in  
certain ways, but I found myself putting Jordan's butt plug into my mouth, 
not  his. Even though it was much larger than mine, I for some reason felt that 
I  needed it. Perhaps it made me feel closer and more connected to him; I just 
 don't know, but it made me feel warm and tingly all  over.

We found a pile of soft and cuddly bath towels with which to dry each other 
off  before making our way back down the darkened hallway towards our  room.

We were no longer having to hold each others hand, as we slowly worked our 
way  back; however, the one thing easily noticed was the fact that there were 
now  lights on in our room as we got  closer.

No sooner had we stepped through the doorway, that we noticed my half-brother 
 and the 'butler' standing there. The little one looked so cute and beamed 
with  happiness. I did notice that his protective bandage covering the area 
where his  scrotum once was, had been reduced in size and was less  obvious.

Both of them stepped aside, allowing Jordan and I to notice the bowls of food 
on  the floor. Without much thought, both of us dropped to our knees and 
crawled  over to the food. I guess the minor reprieve, from last night was  over.

What surprised me was what was in the bowls. My favorite breakfast; Cheerios, 
 with sliced strawberries and bananas. I ate my meal and made sure that I had 
 licked the bowl clean, even finishing before Jordan. When I looked at 
Jordan,  him looking at me; we both had huge grins on our faces. We both had large 
milk  rings surrounding our mouths. It seemed appropriate that we take turns 
licking  the other one's face clean, and it was rather a nice thing to do; well, 
to  Jordan at  least.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that something was happening  
behind the two of us, as both of the others seemed to cock their heads 
towards  the door. Jordan and I quickly assumed the proper position, with our butts 
high  into the air, both butts facing the  doorway.

It turned out to be the correct thing to have done; due to the fact that my 
dad  was entering our room. My father didn't say anything, to any body. 
Apparently he  was taking in the sights which knelt in front of  him.

Dad summoned his new slave to retrieve 'the box'; to which my half-brother  
scampered out of the room quite rapidly, on two feet. When he'd returned, the  
box was set down behind Jordan and me.  I heard the familiar sound of the  
chain, as I knew that it was my leash.  Then we both were command to the  'up' 
position, which we did with no hesitation what so  ever.

My father came around to our front side, and since I wasn't looking up, I 
didn't  know what he was looking at. "Bring the two small ones", he said to his  
slave.

The new slave came forward carrying to small, round, black balls. He 
apparently  had been told earlier what to do. The two balls were quickly and carefully 
 attached to my two nipple rings and allowed to hang freely. There wasn't any 
 real pain, but there was considerable discomfort; as the weights were 
extending  my  nipples.

"Now get the next one, the next size  larger."

Again, the new slave boy brought forth another ball, exactly like the first 
two  except it was half again as large. He quickly attached it to my Prince 
Albert  Ring and carefully let it fall; until the full weight of the ball was 
pulling my  'thing' downward. The few remaining spikes in my cinch band began to 
poke at my  skin.

"Now bring the last two", dad said in a rather pleasing tone. Once again the  
slave boy, my own half-brother, followed his order and right before my very  
eyes, I saw two of the largest balls yet. They were clipped to the small rings 
 below each of my bound and separated balls. Once they were left dangling, 
the  weight of them pulled my 'pleasure balls', and my 'thing' downward even 
further.  The cinch band, was acting like a counter balance; but it was no match 
for the  three black balls dangling between my legs. The discomfort level 
quickly began  to increase into a certain level of pain.  

I was once again confused. First, being in the house; in a bed, a nice shower 
 and great food. And now this torment! What goes on here? As I stood, trying 
to  process my thoughts, the chain leash was clipped onto my snout  ring.

"Time for our walk", dad said; as he handed the leash to my half-brother. I 
was  on a leash, upright on two feet; yet the balls dangling between my legs 
kept me  from walking normal. I was having to walk with a certain degree of 'bow 
legged';  allowing the balls to swing freely. Trying to compensate for the 
heavy weight on  my genitals, I hunched my chest forward; which in turn allowed 
the two balls  hanging from my nipple rings to also begin to swing freely. 
This wasn't fun at  all, and I knew it was only going to get  worse.

As we entered the hallway, we were passed by the Headmaster and three 
teachers;  all of whom were heading in to get Jordan. I was miffed as to what they 
were  going to have Jordan do, while I was on my 'walk'. I could only hope that 
it  wasn't something as bad as yesterday.  

Once we'd gotten outside, dad had the both of us stop. From a small hook on 
the  back wall of the house, dad took a short chain and used it to secure my 
hands  behind my back, attached to the rear ring on my collar. I had no earthly 
idea  why he felt he had to do such a thing; as I didn't think that I had 
given him a  reason  to.

We started walking, not down towards the school; but out back on an earthen  
pathway which seemed to be heading off into the forest. Dad stayed in the 
lead,  stopping every once in a while to look at a wildflower or blooming tree. At 
 least the earth beneath my bare feet was rather smooth and the shade 
provided by  the high trees kept the morning sun from baking my  skin.

After the longest time, we finally stopped; at what appeared to be a natural  
clearing; except for the handmade bench which was there, nothing else 
appeared  to be abnormal. It was so quiet and peaceful, and the only sounds I could 
hear  were those of birds and the faint rustling of a few high branches, as the 
light  wind gently found its way through the  forest.

Dad sat on the bench, calling for his slave to hand him my leash. I was then  
commanded to kneel just in front of my father, with my half-brother standing  
next to me; exposed like me, allowing my father to gaze upon both of our 
naked  bodies.

"I suppose you need to piss", he asked of his  slave.

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir", came the  reply.

I immediately knew what was coming as the slave approached me with his dick,  
with its' small Prince Albert ring. Since the ring was much smaller than mine 
or  Jordan's, I knew that my father would be expecting me to accept it as  
well.

I could only think that the slave boy had consumed a gallon of water before 
we  left the house. He seemed to have an endless supply of hot piss for my 
throat. I  suppose I should have been at least marginally thankful that the 
slave's dick  hadn't matured yet and I was able to get it all in my mouth without it 
entering  my  throat.

The slave boy didn't pull his hips back once he'd completed his pissing. He  
seemed content to just leave it in my mouth; and my father didn't tell him to  
remove it  either.

Dad started talking, but I seemed to be left out of this conversation. He was 
 actually talking to the slave boy, as if HE were my father's son. Dad talked 
 about many things, mostly about how he would have liked his own son to be. I 
 listened intently, trying to pick up any hints as to where and how I might 
have  a chance to plead my own case. After about thirty minutes, dad started 
talking  about how the slave boy came about. He even went so far as to give him 
the  speech about breeding females, and how it was wrong to bed with them. He 
kept  telling my half-brother about erections, sperm, and man to man real sex; 
and how  beneficial male slaves were becoming to the worlds economy.  

It didn't take long for the small dick in my mouth to begin to stir. The 
slave  boy even moved his hands to the back of my head, as that small action 
seemed to  bring a comment of praise from my  father.

Dad kept talking, and finally asked his slave if he thought his dick was 
hard.  The slave replied in the affirmative; followed by my father asking him if 
he  would like to get his dick sucked. My half-brother didn't need to think 
about  his  answer.

Before he had even finished his reply, the slave was thrusting his tiny hips  
back and forth; and I had to apply additional pressure on his shaft with my  
lips, just to keep his dick from sliding out of my  mouth.

I couldn't imagine being his age, newly castrated and having my boy dick 
sucked  on. I was mildly thankful that my half-brother had never known the outside 
 world, and least he wouldn't be one of those who would have to give up their 
 sperm to make more slave  babies.

The one thing I readily noticed, however, was that his scent, his own 
personal  fragrance wasn't anywhere near as strong or intoxicating as those of the 
older  boys and men.  

My father seemed to be enjoying his one sided conversation, as even while his 
 slave boy was getting a blowjob, he kept talking to him, covering a 
multitude of  topics which seemed to be designed to make me feel  apologetic.

There were a couple of times that my half-brother giggled while I was 
tonguing  the underside of his shaft; which I didn't or couldn't figure out why he 
did  such. I wondered if his body was having some kind of mental orgasm or 
something,  albeit a dry  one.

I didn't mind being on my knees sucking his dick; but I did take exception to 
 the fact that dad seemed to be enjoying all of this the most. He kept asking 
his  slave what he was feeling, how much he was enjoying the blowjob and 
telling him  just how good of a slave he had to be in order to get another 
blowjob.  

The upside of this was that, while I listened to my father at the same time  
having a dick in my mouth; I wasn't feeling the pain and anguish of the heavy  
black balls attached to my  rings.

It wasn't until I heard my dad say "enough", that I was caught off guard. His 
 slave pulled his boy dick from my mouth and stepped  away.

Apparently, from listening to my father talking, I knew that he was prepared 
to  present his manstick to my mouth. He had his slave kneel in front of him 
and  remove his sneakers and socks; then his shirt and finally the slave 
removed my  father's shorts and undies, folding them all nice and neat and setting 
them on  the bench.  

Once again, I found myself sucking on his enormous cock. The thing that got 
to  me, a little, was his pubic hair. I was getting used to sucking smooth 
cocks and  not having hair, brush against my nose and face; dad's hair almost 
tickled.  Finally dad had his entire shaft embedded and my throat muscles reacted  
properly; flexing against the shaft and pulsing along with the cock. Dad took 
a  hold of my earrings and used them, instead of my head, to work the cock 
back and  forth over my tongue piercing. The combination of the rolling tongue 
ball and my  pulsing throat muscles had the desired effect and volley after 
volley of manseed  began to gravitate over the back of my tongue and down my  
gullet.

Just like the slave, dad left his cock in my mouth until it went soft; but 
what  shocked me was when his cock began to spew out hot piss.  Dad was 'kind  
enough' to pull his cock back a couple of inches so that I could swallow  
properly; as I for sure wasn't wanting to spew piss on the owner of the  school.

No sooner had dad withdrawn his cock, from my mouth, that his new slave boy 
was  on his knees lapping at the flaccid piece of man flesh. I could only think 
that  the slave boy had been trained to do that; or that his master simply 
enjoyed the  feeling of the tongue on his  cock.

"Now don't you think that this 'boy' should properly thank you for allowing 
him  the pleasure of sucking your slave 'thing'?" dad promptly asked of his  
slave.

All I heard was "Yes Master, thank you Master", and the slave was kneeling on 
 his hands and knees in front of me, slowly lowering his own head to the  
ground.

I was astonished to see the young slave's tunnel. It had been fucked and 
fucked  good. There wasn't even a plug inside of it either. The entire entrance 
around  his 'tunnel' was dark pink and light red; and the very center of his 
hole was  pretty puffy looking. I didn't know what to think at this point. Sure 
dad was  into slave trading and the slave school; which by every indication is 
making him  exuberant sums of money, but I never thought that he had a fancy 
to actual fuck  another  man.

"WELL, DON'T JUST KNEEL THERE, YOU DUMB FUCK! THANK MY SLAVE FOR ALLOWING YOU 
 THE PRIVILEDGE OF SUCKING HIS 'BOY THING'!  Shouted my  father.

All I could do, was to move forward on my knees until I was between the 
slave's  outspread knees; before I leaned forward, not wanting to lose my balance; 
then  proceeded to place my mouth directly over his tunnel. I didn't want to 
be doing  this, not now, not in front of my own father; that much I knew for  
sure.

The slave gave two, quick backwards thrust of his rump; which told me to  
continue. Continue what? I quickly figured out that he wanted my tongue up his  
tunnel, just as I saw my father walking towards me.  

Before my dad had a chance to use the slave prod on my ass, I stuck my tongue 
 into the slave's tunnel.  I knew somewhere, over the past two weeks that  
I'd done this before, I think. Regardless, I pushed my tongue in further until I 
 began to taste sperm and ass slime. The slave began to rotate his tiny hips, 
 pushing my tongue around inside of him; and a few times he even backed up so 
 that my tongue could explore more of his inner self. Without the use of my  
hands, I had to be careful that none of this 'activity' caused me to fall  
forward onto the slave; then we'd both be flat on the  ground.

>From behind, my dad used his foot to kick the two balls attached to my own  
balls. The pain was excruciating, not to mention that it caused me to lurch  
forward and as I opened my mouth to cry out; I got more tongue inside the tunnel 
 and more of the slave's ass muscles covering my face. Dad quickly used his 
hands  to hold my head firmly against his slave boy's  ass.

"NOW THANK HIM PROPERLY, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF  SHIT!"

Dad kept holding my head, and I kept running my tongue in and out, around and 
 around. I began to hear the slave boy moaning.  I could begin to feel sweat  
building up on my body and also on the slave's butt cheeks. It wasn't that 
hot,  under the cover of all the trees and the breeze; so perhaps I was sweating 
 because of the pain inflicted on my body. Or was it from the sheer closeness 
of  being with another person, a male at  that?

Wishing that I had time to process my thoughts and feelings, but 
unfortunately  with my dad at the ready to inflict more pain; all I could do now was to 
keep  doing what I was  doing.

All I could do was to concentrate on the task at hand. Twice now my father 
has  spoken vile words to me and I just don't understand it at all. One minute 
he  seems nice and the next minute he turns into a sadistic monster. So without 
 thinking any further I continued to tongue fuck this young slave boy. I'd  
already gotten over the foul taste of his bodily fluids which seemed to flow  
endlessly into my mouth, and I didn't even want to go to my 'private space';  
fearing that I might not hear a proper command and get my balls kicked  again.

A short time later, the slave and I were commanded to part company. I had 
only  to rise back up onto my knees and the slave boy pounced on my face with his 
 tongue going at a high rate of speed, licking the remnants of his slime from 
my  face.

With the leash back on, we started our walk again; this time my father held 
the  leash, while his slave boy carried the handful of clothes. It really 
seemed odd,  to see my father walking ahead of me in the nude. He never turned back 
to look,  nor did he say a single word to either of  us.

If I had to find my own way back to the school, I'd have gotten lost. We 
crossed  over many trails and I had totally lost track of which way the sun had 
been  moving; so even if I could make a run for it now, I would have gotten lost 
and  with my luck some wild animal would have attacked and killed  me.

Looking passed and slightly ahead of my father, I could see that there was a  
clearing just ahead. When we arrived, I was amazed at the beauty of what I 
was  seeing.  Here in the fucking middle of nowhere, was a pond with crystal  
clear water. Surrounding the pond was well manicured grass and two chaise  
loungers, with towels stacked on the end of each one. Next to one loungers was a  
large picnic basket.  

What I was unable to see was the large, embedded eyebolt that was cemented 
into  the earth.  Dad took his end of my leash and quickly fastened it to the  
eyebolt; leaving me chained by my nose ring like some fucking farm animal; 
while  he and his slave went for a refreshing swim in the pond. By every 
indication,  both of them were having a great deal of fun; detectable by the endless 
stream  of laughter and giggles I heard. I'm almost certain that my father was 
doing  this just to spite me and/or to prove some  point.

When they both had gotten dried off, the young slave opened the picnic basket 
 and started removing a silver tray, a crystal glass, fine silverware, china  
plate and a linen napkin. By now my father was reclining and his slave placed 
 the tray on my dad's naked lap. Container after container was opened and the 
 contents carefully placed on the plate along with a ample portion of red 
wine.  

>From where I was kneeling, all I could do was to imagine just how wonderful 
the  food must taste. When my father had finished eating, his slave set the 
tray on  the ground; and proceeded to look in the basket for his own lunch. He 
served up  a huge sandwich, chips and a cold soda for himself while my dad 
watched him eat  every morsel of the meal.  

The slave boy once again looked in the picnic basket and withdrew a paper 
plate,  and on to this plate he scraped the leftover tidbits from his master's 
plate and  brought them over to me. This was my lunch? Tiny morsels of chicken 
breast, not  even a spoon full, some nasty tasting brussel sprouts and a piece 
of half-chewed  bread. The slave boy held it in the palm of his hand, just 
beneath my face and I  could only lower my face onto the paper plate and nuzzle 
the food into my  mouth.

The slave put the plate in the basket and then he helped my father to get  
dressed. Once dad was ready to go, he unfastened my leash and handed it, this  
time, to his slave. We went down a different trail, but this time I knew that 
we  were heading towards the school; as the path seemed to be a gradual slope  
downhill.

Does it really make a difference if I was right or wrong? NO! After a good  
thirty minutes of hiking through the woods, my balls and 'thing' aching like  
crazy, my nipples feeling like they were being ripped from my body; we came to  
the edge of the woods and I discovered that we'd hiked into the back side of 
the  town.

The looks we got from the men in town was one of surprise. I guess they never 
 expected my father to show up like this, un-announced and in the company of 
a  slave and a 'boy'.  As dad and his slave paraded my ass in to town, I  
finally caught a passing glimpse of a female. She was inside one of the many  
houses, all of them looking similar, and she was looking through the only window  
at the front of the house. I saw the front door, which was open; but there was 
 an iron bar door covering the entry way; and the large padlock was nearly  
impossible to miss. Now I began to understand why I hadn't seen girls when I 
was  here.

We neared the center of town, where I was kept previously and there were all 
of  the slaves from my cellblock. They were all hanging by their wrists and 
looked  close to death.  

As I got closer it became evident that all of them had received a severe  
whipping, beating and worse. From where I was, all I could see were their backs,  
all bruised, black and blue, open cuts and copious amounts of welts.  

We didn't stop until we got around to the front side of the slaves. What I 
saw  was nothing less than pure tortured men. Their chests and legs were nothing 
but  shredded flesh; and it appeared that the town's men had been throwing 
excrement  on them as well. Gigantic stones had been attached to all of their 
genitals and  I was surprised that the balls hadn't been ripped from their  
bodies.

The one thing that caught my eye the most was; that every single slave had 
signs  that he'd been crying earlier. The tears had cut a clear path through the 
crime  and crud which was covering their head and face. One might have 
thought that  every fucking fly in the town was buzzing around all of those slaves; 
and I  wouldn't have been surprised if the poor slaves couldn't have been 
feeling and  hearing the nasty flies as they swarmed all over  them.         

We three stood there for a few minutes, and apparently the news of my 
father's  arrival had spread rapidly; as the town square filled quickly with men and 
boys,  some wearing shorts while others were properly  naked.

My father said something to several of the older men, before beckoning his 
slave  to follow him; as he seemed, this time, to be heading towards the school. 
I  trudged along, following my chain leash at a rather brisk pace; as indeed 
we  were finally going back to the school.  

I caught sight again of the helicopter pad, this time with one sitting there  
idle; and the crystal blue waters of the Pacific seemed to add a certain  
ambiance to accompany the fragrant  flowers.

When we neared the school's entry way, I could plainly see the Headmaster and 
 the newly positioned, young teacher. Dad took my leash from his slave and 
handed  it to the Headmaster, and the teacher quickly snapped a similar leash to 
the  slave boy; leading him away as if he was a horse to be cooled down after 
a good  run.

A few pleasantries were spoken between the Headmaster and dad, before dad 
left  me, alone, with the  Headmaster.

I was commanded immediately to my hands and knees, following behind as we 
moved  rather quickly towards the cellblock.  We stopped just short of the  
cellblock and went into a rather rank smelling and dimly lit room; which I soon  
found out was the normal room which the slaves used to shower and  shit.

Two eunuch slaves had been kneeling there waiting my arrival, and just as 
soon  as my leash was removed and the Headmaster gone; they both began to scrub 
my  body, vigorously, with the standard 'cold' water.  

After my shower and enemas, they took me back to my cell. The leather chair 
was  still in place, the room smelled as if it had been sanitized. I was so 
thirsty  that I didn't waste any time getting over to the 'water cock' and sucked 
on it  until my need for water had  ceased.

The two eunuch slaves left and the cell door closed behind them rather 
quickly.  I moved over to my cot and lay flat on my back; glad to be clean and most  
appreciative of the fact that all of the weights had been removed from my  
agonized  body.

By the time I woke up, the slaves had somehow been cleaned up and returned to 
 their individual cells. None of them were speaking a word, not even to each  
other. Their cell doors, like mine, were locked; which gave me additional 
peace  of  mind.

Our dinner was served in the routine manner and it felt, odd enough, better 
to  be here eating food than to be eating up at the house. At least here, I got 
 plenty of food and it wasn't all that bad  tasting.

The cell across from mine was empty, and I didn't know if Jordan was ever 
coming  back. I knew that the young slave wasn't coming back, but I was hoping 
beyond  hope that Jordan would be  returned.

I got back onto the cot and replayed the day over again in my mind. There 
were  so many questions which needed answers. I was beginning to see things a lot 
 different; perhaps even from the viewpoint of my father, perhaps from a 
slave's  perspective.

The lights were soon turned off and the cellblock remained in total silence,  
which was an eerie feeling. Not long afterwards, I heard the distinct sound 
of  the cellblock door opening. I didn't hear the click-click of the 
Headmasters  shoes; but I knew that who ever it was, was wearing leather soled shoes, so 
I  quickly got down on the floor in the 'present' posture. It wasn't required 
when  the lights were turned off, but I didn't want to chance pissing 
somebody  off.

My cell door slid open, but I didn't hear the footsteps. Nobody was entering 
my  cell, and I couldn't 'feel' the presence of anyone. I'd have thought that 
if it  was the Headmaster or my father they would have made their presence 
known to  me.

Being in the dark this way, began to make me a little nervous. I continued to 
 assume that somebody was either directly behind me, or had somehow moved 
passed  me without me  noticing.

Well, maybe who ever it was had removed his shoes. It wouldn't surprise me if 
 that was the case. Or, maybe it was just my imagination playing games with 
my  mind. Or, could it have something to do with that helicopter I saw earlier. 
 Maybe they were just testing me, to see if I'd try to escape. It could be 
that  nobody was there and my cell door was open because they were going to 
bring  Jordan  back.

Why me? Why am I being cursed with so many unexplained situations and 
unanswered  questions? Why can't I just have my big screen television tonight, and 
get some  more instructional education; instead of all this mental  anguish?   
TO BE CONTINUED 

if you would like to read other stories  by the SanibelBoys go to
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SanibelBoys
Just be  sure that your profile shows your 'adult' age ,no  exceptions,
thanks,
marcus, trey and billy
 

***The above is the sole responsibility of the poster.***

Moderator: jtmichcock@yahoo.com
Questions to Moderator: assgm2000@hotmail.com
On the Web: http://www.assgm.net
Email Story Submissions to: assgm@stump.algebra.com
Guidelines/FAQ: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-list/files/
Mailing Lists: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-list (all posts) and
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-mm (adult pairings only)
20060104201801
