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Sail Away Chapter  Twenty  Six

Soon, I felt a hand coursing its way up and down my left butt cheek; slowly 
as  if inspecting it. Then the second hand on my right cheek followed a similar 
 pattern. To my astonishment, another set of hands began covering my back and 
 sides, which caused me to wonder about the who's and how many's. Don't get 
me  wrong, but the hands were velvet smooth and soft; and in my present 
position and  condition, they seemed almost  sensual.

Both sets of hands began to find their way over just about every inch of my  
body, including my 'pleasure balls and thing'.  Who ever owned the hands  was 
very gentle with my former manhood; for which I was very thankful. I felt  
positive that before they were done roaming around over me, that one of the four  
hands was going to begin inflicting pain on my sore balls.  

Neither of the men came close enough to the front of me, to the point where I 
 might have been able to obtain a sample of their scent. I didn't know, at 
this  point if all of the hands belonged to men, teens, or boys; but I was 
confident  to a certain degree that they were all men's hands by simply gauging the 
size of  the  hands.

I could tell by the way the four hands found each of my piercings, that they  
were checking them over, even in the darkness of my cell.  Once again I was  
grateful that none of my rings had been yanked or pulled on. The only two they 
 didn't touch were my snout ring and tongue piercing.  

It was funny, in a way that this entire time I hadn't thought about anything  
else except my current situation. I wasn't sure if it was pure coincidence 
that  I hadn't or if it was the fact that I was enjoying a bit of attention for 
once;  that I didn't feel embarrassed, perhaps because all of this was taking 
place in  the dark. Hell, there wasn't a peep of noise coming from another 
cell and it was  like having the whole place to  myself.

I didn't want it to stop; as I was beginning to feel alive for once. I had 
never  felt such attention in my whole life; well at least not this way. I tried 
to  think if any of the hands belonged to Jordan, but I discounted that 
notion  pretty quick. I knew none of them belonged to my father; as he wouldn't 
need to  do such things to me in total darkness. The hands were too big to belong 
to  dad's slave boy and they were to smooth to belong to the Headmaster. And, 
 certainly if they had planned to use this as a lesson in humiliation then 
they  wouldn't have turned the lights out. And what about all of the other 
slaves;  they must have gotten a good dose of the doctor's sleep aid in their 
evening  meal.

I heard a metallic click sound and then I felt a tug on the backside of my  
collar. It was a steady tug, which I took to mean that whoever was doing the  
tugging wanted me to get up onto my hands, which I did rather  quickly.

Someone then covered my eyes with what smelt like leather. A wide, soft strip 
of  leather, and buckled it behind my bald head. Then the leash began 
pulling, so  all I could do was to slowly turn around and follow whoever was in  
control.

The different feeling on my hands and knees, from the cool smooth floor in my 
 cell to the brick walkway only meant one thing. We were leaving the  
cellblock.
I now heard the leather soled shoes ahead of me, but it wasn't  directly 
ahead, therefore I knew that there were at least a total of three  people with me. 
I heard the door slide open, and I knew we were nearing it, as I  could smell 
the last two cells on my right, which seemed to be the only two  places where 
the slaves were kept occupied, most nights, with their canine  companions. I 
don't know why, even though we never had a pet dog, I could always  smell them 
if they were anywhere near me.  

The cellblock door slid shut, as we continued down the hallway. I was hoping  
against hope that they were taking me to be with Jordan for the night. That  
would have been a good ending to a bad day. The only person who I hadn't  
discounted from being here was Daniel; but then again, he was most likely  keeping 
his cock busy with the slaves aboard the ship, and god only knows where  the 
ship is now.
But, with all the marvels of quick travel I wouldn't put it  past them to 
have brought Daniel to the school, but for what I didn't  know.

We stopped momentarily, while a door to our left was opened and then I was 
led  in. I could feel the leash being dropped, as it had glanced off of my 
shoulder  as it landed on the floor; but was still clipped to my collar. This must 
be a  bigger classroom than normal because every sound, every movement, seemed 
to  reverberate off of all the  walls.

There was speaking, but at such a low level that I couldn't understand a 
single  word any of them were saying. At least from the pitch and tone of the 
voices it  was good to notice that none of them sounded like a  female.

The sudden and closeness of the next sound shook me back to matters at hand. 
It  was the distinct sounds of wood scraping across the floor and then the 
'thud' of  wood as it came to  rest.

The leash was lifted off the floor and with the leash I was coaxed into a  
standing position. Then two hands from behind, resting against my shoulder  
blades slowly guided me forward until my two knees bumped up against something  
cold and  soft.

Someone proceeded to lift my left leg up, by the ankle; as I relaxed the leg, 
 they carefully guided my upper leg portion forward on to what I assumed was 
a  place to rest my leg. It felt cold, smooth and quite soft, as if it was he
avily  filled with foam. With two hands now in front of me, putting a small 
amount of  pressure on my chest, my right leg was lifted and placed just like the 
left  leg.

I was kneeling on something, not to high off the ground and not the least bit 
 uncomfortable. With the two hands still at my chest, two hands grabbed me 
from  behind at my waist and gently began pushing my hips forward. My body came 
in  contact with the same type of material and sensations as had my  legs.

The odd thing about that was the feeling was only on either side of my cinch  
band. It was like my balls and thing were not making contact with anything at 
 all. A few more adjustments to my legs and hips and the guy in front of me 
began  to lower my upper torso. It wasn't but a second or two and I began to 
feel the  cool comfort of the  contraption.

The ease with which I was lowered onto this thing, I could tell that it was  
wider at the hips and rapidly decreased in the width the further up it went to 
 my head. The cushioned part was narrow as I was lowered up past my chest, so 
 that my nipple rings were on the sides of the cushion, in plain sight for 
all to  see.

The flat cushion seemed to flair out at the top which permitted my shoulders 
a  bit more support, and then there was nothing except a heavily padded top 
part  where my forehead finally came to rest. I could only guess, by feel, that 
there  was nothing under my throat, so at least I wouldn't have to fear the 
inability  to breathe or swallow. Both sets of hand began making 'final 
adjustments' to my  body; some to my knees and a good pull forward by my  shoulders.

It wasn't until there were no hands touching me, that I realized that my 
tunnel  was now totally exposed as were my balls and thing. The movement of the 
air in  the room was ample notice to my senses that such was the case. Now these 
men  could see that my tunnel was stuffed with a butt plug. I wonder if that 
made any  difference to them or me, at this  point.

There was a little more chatting taking place, some of which I heard plainly 
but  it didn't make any sense to me and other talk which was taking place away 
from  me which was no more than muffled  sounds.

I had never heard or given thought to the one noise that seemed to have been  
constant the whole time, until the sound was coming directly below my head.  
Someone was taking digital photographs and using one of those flash 
attachments  that sounds like its winding itself up after every shot. It was then that I 
 heard my first clear and distinct full sentence. "I'm anxious to hear back 
from  the 'boys' mother if she even decides to look at these pictures."  

The camera kept taking the pictures, as a leather strap was placed over the 
back  of my head and properly secured, leaving me feeling like something wicked 
was  about to happen. My wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs were next to be secured, 
and I  was fast becoming aware that I just might be in a world of shit  here.

What I thought was the last 'attachment', wasn't. They, he or somebody 
attached  a rope to the front ring on my collar and fastened it rather firmly 
directly  below my body. Jesus, I could only think of one thing that might be 
getting  ready to happen. I just knew that whoever these sadistic bastards are, they 
are  about to brand my fucking ass.  It was the only thing I could think of, 
as  my master wasn't due at least for another day, and neither these people 
nor my  father would jeopardize my  virginity.

I'd have done just about anything, to be back in my cell about now. I sure  
wasn't here to be with Jordan, now, was  I!

I guessed my father was just having his way with me or something. There 
probably  was no logical reason for all of this to be taking place unless my dad 
has  something to do with it all. Maybe this was how I was supposed to sleep 
tonight,  or perhaps I'd done something earlier in the day and now it was time 
for me to  get a lesson in 'pain tolerance'. I just wanted it over with so I 
could get some  sleep, as I'd not had a hell of a lot of it lately, and my body 
was quite  accustomed to getting at least ten hours a night when I lived at  
home.

Surprisingly enough, they weren't done with me yet. They put two small 
weights,  of some kind on my nipple rings, two heavier ones on my 'pleasure balls' 
and yet  an even heavier one on my 'thing'. It brought back vivid memories of 
earlier  today when we had gone for our 'walk'. What really got to me was when 
they  attached one to my large snout ring; that hurt like a son of a  bitch.

I'd never understand how a man can find pleasure and satisfaction from 
causing  another man so much pain and anguish, not in my lifetime that much I did 
know.  Now if Alan was here, he just might have been able to explain all of this 
crap  in such a way as I could understand why they treat slaves in such a 
disgusting  manner while they are supposed to be 'teaching him his new  life'.

When someone yanked my butt plug out, I began to fear the ultimate 
debasement.  And when the plug was presented to my mouth, I knew better than refuse 
these  people. I opened up and accepted it without as much as a groan or grunt. 
Thank  goodness my tunnel was clean, or else I'd have been sucking ass slime all 
night  long.

Coolness fell upon my tunnel entrance, as once again it was nothing more than 
a  gapping hole; perhaps just the sort of physical invitation these men 
needed. But  I still held firm to my previous notion that they weren't going to 
rape  me.

Instantly I began to feel the cold, slippery anal grease being forced into my 
 tunnel, followed by a rather large finger; flicking itself all around inside 
me.  More grease, same finger, over and over again; as I began to sweat, out 
of  fear.

I was almost beginning to relax, but suddenly, near my head; I heard the all 
too  familiar sound of zippers. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, as they 
 certainly couldn't shove their cocks into my mouth, with me in this 
position. If  anything, it would be nearly  impossible.

My father began to speak, which rather surprised me as well; not that he was  
speaking but what he was saying. "You sure are going to cause a considerable  
amount of pain with that fucking thing. Are you positive that you really want 
to  do this now, here, before he even gets a chance to loosen up more? It 
sure won't  kill him, but it just might tear him up a  little."

One of the men spoke, with a bit of sarcastic laughter in his voice, "No, 
he'll  do just fine. Besides, I have never broken a virgin before and this just 
might  be one of the pinnacles of my life. We'll take it nice and slow so he 
won't  suffer too much, but I'd sure love to hear him scream his lungs out. To 
bad my  butler and housekeeper aren't here to see this  slave."

Then coming from my other side, the third voice chimed in, "Not to worry, we 
are  getting plenty of pictures of this so they'll get to see them once we get 
back  home.  But don't you think that if you don't get started, you'll lose 
what  you got  there?"

More clicks of the camera's shutter and I just knew that some of the photos 
were  going to be of my exposed tunnel and of all the weights hanging  down.

"And just think, we could have been on vacation enjoying ourselves and having 
a  gay old time. But opportunities such as this don't come along often in 
one's  lifetime. Glad we said yes to your offer and invitation. Besides, we sure 
can't  complain about the price; now can  we."

There was the 'keyword', "price". What has my dad gotten me into? Is he 
paying  these men to be here, to abuse and torture me? One of the men began to once 
 again rub my body with his bare hand. It instantly began to relax me, as he 
went  back and forth over my back and butt. He began spending more time 
rubbing my  butt than my back. And all I could think about was "I'm fixing to get  
fucked".

I knew from listening to one of my former classmates, that when he fucked his 
 girlfriend up her ass, she screamed non-stop and bled a little afterward. I 
knew  from just being on board the ship that getting screwed up the shitter 
hurts a  lot. I also remember Alan telling me about the first time he fucked a 
dude up  the ass and how much the guy screamed for him to stop. The only thing 
I could  think about now was one small and simple word: pain. And then the one 
guy said  'gay old time'; so whoever these guys are, they're gay also.  How 
is it  that my father knows men, other than the slaves, who are gay? It's like 
the way  they are all talking to one another, that they all know each other; 
and I know  my dad isn't gay. I wouldn't even think that he was bi-sexual had 
it not been  for him using me the way he did; and if that is the case, that 
means that mom  probably never knew about his hidden sexual  affairs.

The talking seemed to stop and all of a sudden I knew that one of the men was 
at  my backside. It wasn't my father, as he was still near my shoulders 
speaking to  the man; and apparently dad was taking some of the  pictures.

I felt the man's cock slide between my cheeks and pass over my tunnel 
opening.  Up and down it went over and over again, until I was becoming anxious to 
get  this rape over with. Just do it and  leave!

Then, yet another shocking surprise, when the other man lowered himself to 
the  side of my head and spoke to me softly, saying, "Prepare to meet one of 
your  Masters, slave  boy."

I screamed but nothing was coming out, as my tunnel entrance was set on fire 
by  the man's enormous cock. I knew for certain that he'd torn my ass up. I 
couldn't  move, I couldn't yell, I couldn't do anything except allow these men 
to have  their way with me.  

I don't know how long it was before the cock begun to journey into my ass. It 
 was thankfully a slow and methodical process. It took every bit of will 
power  and concentration on my part, to get air into my lungs. I could only hope 
that  this event would soon end, but the cock stayed lodged within the confines 
of my  intestines; soaking up what pleasure it could from my pulsating anal 
muscles; as  they expanded and contracted.   

Finally the cock began a regulated in and out 'fucking motion'; slow enough 
so  as not to send me into a panic, or to fast to cause me any more undue pain. 
I  continued to hear the clicking of the camera, along with some not so nice 
things  said by my father. How is it that a man can simply stand by and do 
absolutely  nothing as his only child, his son, gets fucked by another  man?

Of all the times over the last week or so, that I'd told myself that I would  
never let my father win; I guess maybe he has indeed won. I began to feel  
resentment and hatred towards my father, as I continued to be impaled on this  
man's penis.  

"Just be sure", my father said to the men, "that you get a good supply from 
the  doctor before you all leave. I'd hate to think that until he's totally 
broken  that you might have problems with him. And we all know just how good the  
doctor's medicine  is."

So now my father is talking about keeping me all drugged up until they have  
'broken' me.  What the fuck does that shit mean? Come to think of it, what  
does that one guy mean when he said 'one of your masters'?  And why does  dad 
have to keep taking pictures. Not to mention the 'before you leave' part!  When 
am I leaving, and where the fuck am I going.  

Shit, I'm getting fucked like a bitch in heat and these guys are talking 
about  medicine and leaving. I wonder if Alan talks about cars and clothes while 
he is  fucking one of his friends. Nothing seems romantic about getting fucked 
or  fucking somebody, at least to me it doesn't. I wonder if Jordan ever felt 
love  and romance when he used to fuck guys. There has got to be more to this 
than I  know. Come to think about it, I fucked Cindy twice and I didn't feel 
the love or  emotional connection with her either; all I wanted was to feel my 
sperm boil up  from my nuts and splatter the insides of her pussy.  

As the man continued to massage my ass with his cock, my father excused 
himself  and left me alone with these two men.  It wasn't until dad had left that I 
 soon learned a lot more than perhaps I wanted  to.

"You know, we've never decided on a name for our new slave", the guy fucking 
me  said. "Maybe we should call him something other than a normal name. How 
about  bitchboy or  pissface?"

"Hell NO!" hollered the other man. "He needs to have a name that will fit his 
 new life. Let's not be in a rush to name the slave boy, it's not like he is  
going off to college or something. He's ours for life, unless we tire of  
him."

"I suppose you're right", replied the man fucking me. "You always have been 
the  more logical one when it comes to things like  that."

"Speaking of logic", came a snappy response, "How is it that you got to see 
the  new slave, and even touch the new slave before I did. And now you get to 
mate  with him before I do, and I've known him for nineteen years not just two 
weeks  or  so."

"It's not my fault that Mr. Morris suggested that I be the one to check him 
over  before he made us the offer. After all, I am a doctor; or did you forget 
that  part."

"No I didn't forget. I'm sorry, but I've waited for this day for so long that 
my  sexual desires have overloaded my logical thinking. It isn't easy knowing 
that  your sister has given birth to a beautiful boy. Please honey; forgive 
me if I  seemed to have snapped at  you."

"I still love you babe, and I always will but we both have got to remember 
that  this slave is just a slave, and nothing  more."

As the man's cock continued its task of fucking me, something came over me 
and I  can't explain it. I don't know whether it was all the things that the two 
men  were talking about or something else. I began to feel a certain 'heat' 
from  inside my tunnel. The heat began to radiate throughout my entire body,  
constantly; as the cock kept going slowly back and forth. At first I thought it 
 was because my brain might be enjoying the whole bit of me getting  fucked.

The two men seemed to have silenced themselves, as the tempo in my tunnel 
seemed  to increase. "The slave's ass is so great; I can't believe we've never 
had a  virgin to fuck until  now."

"I know and I can't wait to fuck it myself, but you keep forgetting one  
important thing, dear; it is not the 'slave's ass', there is nothing on or about  
the slave that belongs to him. Therefore it is OUR ass, OUR slave, OUR 'boy';  
not  HIS."

The cock in my tunnel nearly extracted itself, but in one continuous movement 
it  fell all the way up to the man's pubic bush; as he moaned in exhilarating 
 fashion, emptying his sperm deep within my body, my  soul.

"There 'boy' you now have my seed in your body. Cherish it forever. It is now 
 that two become  one."

He laid his chest over back as I could feel his chest rising and falling. I  
could also feel his cock pulse out the last two or three small spurts of his  
manseed. My whole body was awash in warmth, and for some strange reason; 
feeling  his seed inside of me was kind of  nice.

After several minutes he withdrew his now limp penis, and just before the 
second  man went to fuck me, he whispered into my ear; "now for your other master 
to  fuck you, and then and only then will you be  complete."

The second man's cock didn't feel as thick as the first one, but by the time 
the  entire shaft had been buried up my tunnel, I knew it too be a hell of a 
lot  longer. There was still a tremendous amount of pain as the head of his 
cock  pushed past the anal ring and I couldn't do much more than allow the tears 
of  pain drip from my downward positioned  face.

"This slave is so tight; it is hard to believe that he's never been fucked  
before. With his build and beauty, one might have thought that he would have  
succumbed to peer pressure by now and allowed his gay friends to fuck him. One  
day the slave will learn the pleasures received from being fucked like  this."

I hadn't been paying much attention, until just now; and now every sentence 
and  every word that the two men had spoken came rushing into my head like a 
raging  river.

How do these men know I have a gay friend?  And, the only person to 'see  me' 
before I got aboard the ship was the doctor who gave me the 'company  
physical'. Not to mention the man who said he's known me all my life; his  sister? 
The only person he could be talking about would be my mother. So, if my  mother 
is his sister… then this must be my Uncle Ken. This couldn't be true. I  
haven't seen Uncle Ken for almost nine years, ever since he got in some kind of  
trouble with the police, and my mom wouldn't let him come over anymore. Shit,  
she never even talked about him, even though my dad thought he was an alright  
kind of  guy.

I felt the second deposit being made up my tunnel as the man moaned and 
groaned  in a lustful kind of way. If this man is, who I think he is, well this is 
a fine  fucking mess. I just got fucked by my uncle, who just told me that he 
was now  'one' of my masters. And, the first guy up my tunnel was the doctor, 
who by all  indications is my uncle's lover or boyfriend. Making things worse, 
my father had  arranged all of this. Will it ever  end?

"God that was great", said my uncle as he withdrew his cock from my tunnel.  
"Better than that other slave we got in this deal. But, you know; I think that 
 this slave should have one more ring in the body; just like our other new 
slave,  right  here."

Uncle Ken's finger pushed firmly on the small area between my tunnel and the  
bottom of my cinch  ring.



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