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SAIL AWAY CHAPTER  TWENTY  EIGHT


I was still in a state of limbo, thinking about just having been 'mated', and 
 the thoughts which ran through my mind about Alan. The doctor was right 
about  one thing. If I thought about something pleasant, then the experience of  
'mating' wouldn't hurt so  bad.

I still felt the doctor's cock inside of me, as he'd just lifted himself up 
and  off of my back. The air from the vent above quickly encircled my body and  
brought some much appreciated cooler  air.

The doctor began speaking to the slave in the room; "Now little one, come 
here  and prepare yourself to consume some needed  nourishment."

I began to feel something more than the doctor's cock. It was his hot piss 
that  was now filling my bowels. It wasn't as bad as getting my two daily 
enemas, but  it was the first time I'd been filled with a mans piss which, again, 
seemed  rather  demeaning.

No sooner had the doctor finished pissing, that he began to extract his 
penis;  which was quickly replaced by having the slave's mouth cover my entire 
tunnel  opening. This really isn't happening, I thought; am I to understand what 
is  happening now? Is the slave going to swallow everything that comes out of 
my  tunnel? What if flecks of turds show up and he has to swallow them. Oh God, 
I  surely hope that doesn't happen. Please don't let me do that to whoever is 
 kneeling at my ass. Sperm, piss, grease and turds are not what I'd want to 
be  calling  nourishment.

I even  tried to concentrate in order not to flood the slave's mouth, but to 
no avail. I  could feel the hands of the slave begin to push my cheeks out 
further, as he  began pressing harder against my body. I just couldn't, or 
wouldn't, think about  what was happening. I could feel him controlling my discharge 
with his mouth and  hands, as he seemed to be doing his assigned task at a 
rather fast  rate.

I didn't hear the door open either; but I did hear the voice of the 
Headmaster  as he addressed the doctor. "Excellent, most excellent, I'm glad to see 
that you  are cleaning up the 'boy's' ass before I get a stab at it. Nothing 
better than a  nice warm tunnel to get my day off to a good start. I sure hope you 
didn't give  the poor slave your standard speech about letting his mind goes 
to a pleasant  place."

"Yes, as a matter of fact I did. I don't see the harm in telling a new slave 
how  to find relaxation while he is in the throws of 'mating'. You know I 
don't like  new slaves to feel as if they are being raped and ravaged; that is so 
cruel if  you want my opinion" responded the doctor. "Give the slave a minute 
and he'll  have the tunnel all nice and clean for your cock. I'm sure you 
wouldn't want  your meat floating around in a sea of urine, now would  you!"

I guess, from the conversation, that the doctor and Headmaster had some 
personal  issues between themselves.  

The slave finally backed away from my tunnel and his mouth was replaced by 
the  tip of the Headmaster's cock. It felt like a giant piece of sausage. I 
hoped,  but knew better, that he'd be gentle towards me like the doctor was. After 
the  first inch of his cock had penetrated my body, he simply rammed the 
remainder  completely inside without so much as giving me a second to deal with 
all the  pain. Not only was this the largest cock I'd had up my ass, but it also 
was the  most pain that I had experienced this entire time. I yelled so hard, 
through my  plugged mouth, that the plug actually shot right out and the 
whole room filled  with my screams and  pleadings.

"SILENCE!," shouted the Headmaster; "Stop your whining this instant, you  
sniveling, snot nosed fucking spoiled brat. If you know what's good for you,  
you'll stop this instant."  

Even though the Headmaster was yelling at me, I couldn't control myself and I 
 just kept on screaming out in pain and  anguish.

"If you don't stop, you'll be feeling a lot worse by the time I'm done with 
you,  you wimp assed, cocksucking  whore."

I struggled with every ounce of intestinal fortitude I could muster up, and  
finally I brought myself down to just crying and having snot running out of my 
 nose.

"I fucking warned you! You dumb shit." The Headmaster said, as he withdrew 
his  cock from my tunnel and began to strike my weighted 'pleasure balls with 
his  open hand.
"Now scream all you fucking want. No one will hear your candy  assed 
complaining except me and the doctor. You surely don't think your 'daddy  dearest' 
will come to your rescue, do  you?"

He began again to hit my balls and progressed up to hitting my defenseless  
'thing'. Every time he hit the shaft, his fingers managed to strike the two  
steel rods running parallel through it.  

I couldn't stand it anymore and started screaming once again; only to feel 
more  pain on my genitals. Not even the doctor spoke up in my defense. I knew 
that I  had to have had passed out right after my bladder let go and the 
instructional  prod had been triggered against one of my 'pleasure  balls'.

A cool moist feeling on my thing caused me to regain awareness. I was now in 
one  of the doctor's other training rooms; face up, legs in stirrups and my 
eye  covering had been removed.  

I focused my eyes on my waist, to see the doctor cleaning up the fast drying  
blood on the shaft of my thing. I quickly noticed that there were no weights  
hanging from my balls; which was a huge relief, in its  self.

I discovered that I was being well secured to his examination table; even my  
wrists were locked down tight on what appeared to be two extended arms from 
the  table.

We weren't alone either; as my eyes scanned what I could see of the room; 
that  two young slaves, my half-brother, the new young teacher, my dad and my 
Masters  were also present.  

Upon seeing them, all I could do was to break down and cry; cry like a baby. 
The  pain had eased up to nothing more than mild discomfort; but once again I 
find  myself to be on the wrong end of being the center of attention.  

I urgently began to flicker my eyes again, looking around the room for the  
Headmaster; but thankfully his presence was missing. However, the photographer  
was inconspicuously standing nearby, in the corner, filming the events as 
they  unfolded.

After the doctor finished cleaning up my 'thing', he applied an antiseptic 
cream  all over it; as apparently there had been a few breaks in the skin. It 
was most  welcome and refreshing to say the very least, not to mention it 
smelled like  fresh mint from mom's  garden.

I watched as the doctor wheeled over a small cart and noticed that he had 
picked  up a length of clear vinyl tubing, which he coated with some type of  
lubrication; just prior to inserting it into my tunnel. At least the tubing  
didn't hurt even though it felt as if it was snaking its way through my  
intestines.

After I heard the faint sound of a motor running, I realized that he was  
suctioning out my tunnel. I don't know if the Headmaster pissed inside me or  
not; but whatever the case was, my insides would be  clean.

I began to focus the best I could, and was allowed, on the presence of my  
Masters. I didn't want them to think that I was looking at either of them; or  
anyone else for that matter.  

Without his doctors jacket, the doctor (my Master) looked so much more 
different  than I had remembered. He had a kind face and appeared to be very well 
built;  almost as if he visited a gym three or four times a week. His clothes 
were  impressive, as they looked like many of the clothes which I wear; or 
should I  say 'used to wear'. His hair was a beautiful shade of light brown with 
every  single hair in place, just like my friend Alan would comb his own. I 
thought for  a moment that I noticed him smiling in my direction, which was rather 
a nice  change from being raped by the  Headmaster.

It had been so long, so many years, since I'd seen my uncle; that I barely  
recognized him. He is mom's younger brother by ten years, which makes him  
somewhere in his early thirties. The only thing that I knew for sure, which made  
him my uncle was some of the similarities between his and moms facial 
features.  He really is a handsome man, with his cobalt blue eyes and his smooth and 
clean  shaved face. If I had to say he looked like a famous person, I'd have to 
say he  looked something like Tom Wheeling, the star of  'Smallville'.

They both remained silent as the school's doctor finished up his duties. My 
dad  ventured over to my side, to glance down at whatever was in the tubing 
which the  doctor was using; after which, he looked directly into my eyes. I 
moved my head  to the side, so that I wouldn't be caught looking at him, but he 
used his hand  to turn my head back so that our eyes  met.

"There is only one way in life to accomplish one's goals, and that is the 
'right  way'. I so much had hoped you would have taken the right path and shown 
an  interest in the family business; but you didn't. You only displayed your  
interest in the finer things in life such as clothes, girls, and cars. Now you  
are a slave. A slave for as long as your two masters desire to keep you, and  
upon their recommendations you will be neutered and re-sold to our friends in 
 the Sudan; where you will become nothing more than an animal. So therefore 
it is  in your best interest to do exactly as they require you to do and not 
fuck up.  You might, and I emphasize the word 'might', be returned to me. If you 
are  returned to me; it would only be for one reason and  purpose.

That reason being, that you have finally learned a valuable lesson; that 
lesson  being learning a business from the bottom up. Since the shipping industry 
didn't  seem to suit your taste or abilities, perhaps being a slave for 
several years  just might fit you better. Then after careful evaluation, you might 
just be  released from your life as a slave; using what you've learned to help 
me build  up the slave industry and our own school; not to mention our fine, 
outstanding  breeding  program."

I didn't know what to think of dad's little sermon. Making me, turning me, 
into  a slave to learn this business? I had never even considered slaves as a  
business, even though they are being used more and more throughout the country. 
 All I ever knew was that I grew up without them and that was fine by me. Not 
to  mention the fact that why in hell would I want to work with or for my own 
father  after he has put me through all of this. Who knows, perhaps in time, 
I might  find reason enough to understand why he is doing this to me; but for 
now… this  is a bunch of  bullshit.

As my father moved away, repositioning himself between my outstretched legs, 
I  noticed that the cameraman was now in the corner, sucking slave cock. He 
was  buck naked and I could see dozens of lash marks across his back and legs.   
While he was busy sucking dick, another slave was standing off to the side,  
pissing all over the cameraman's face and body. I guess he had been taught a  
valuable lesson… don't fuck around with the owner's  son.

Once again my dad got my attention, demanding that I look at him. As I did, I 
 knew what was coming; I could see it in his eyes. "Now 'boy', it is my 
rightful  duty and responsibility to send all of our finest slaves off with their 
new  Masters by 'mating' them one final time as a remembrance from whence they 
came.  You may struggle or you may not; some do, and some don't. It shall make 
no  difference to me; as all I need, as the proprietor of the school is to 
'mate'  with you and observe whether or not you understand your new  life."

That said, my dad had his new slave unbuckle his trousers and slide them down 
 past his knees. I knew that my father must have been waiting for this moment 
for  a long time. I tried to see whether or not my uncle was watching this 
disgusting  act, and sure enough he was.  

As dad eased his cock into my tunnel, I dared not to even think about closing 
my  eyes. If he was anything like the Headmaster, I was sure that an 
instructional  prod was close by. I decided that perhaps I would show my father that I 
was man  enough to take anything that he could dish out, so I kept my eyes 
squarely  focused on his  face.

I wasn't surprised one bit, when he removed his softening cock from my ass. I 
 knew by his expressions that he hadn't dumped his cum into my body. I knew 
that  he was more disappointed about it than anyone else in the room. I 
wondered if my  glazed over eyes, staring him down, had anything to do with his 
failure to reach  his peak. No matter, I at least felt that this one is scored in 
my  favor.

Both of my Masters approached me, one of them holding a new and larger butt  
plug. My uncle was the one who lifted up my new ring, and steadily and 
painfully  inserted it into my tunnel. I didn't move, I didn't make one sound nor did 
I  look him in the face. He let my anal piercing drop, which seemed to of 
made a  small 'bounce' from the base of the butt plug; which brought out a tiny 
giggle  from both of my  Masters.

The doctor stepped forward, reminding my Masters of how important it is to 
keep  the new piercing clean and well sanitized, not to mention he also told 
them to  make sure that my inner thighs were kept away from it for at least a 
month. Not  that it was going to make a difference; as it was over two inches in 
diameter  and felt like it weighed a pound. I'd be moving around bowlegged for 
quite some  time.

Everyone was told that I was going to receive my last exam and that I would 
be  ready for departure immediately after lunch. I was left in the room with 
just  the doctor and the young new teacher. The grown ups, apparently were off 
to my  dads place for a special luncheon and some  'entertainment'.

Both the teacher and the doctor made quick work of getting me all cleaned up 
and  checked over. My piercings were cleaned, and I was finally allowed to 
brush my  teeth. The pink fingernail polish was removed and my tunnel got a 
proper  cleaning and grease job. I still was in awe by the size of the latest plug 
which  my Masters had seen fit to have me impaled with. It wasn't anymore 
uncomfortable  than the biggest cock I'd had to suffer through; but it was 
constant reminder to  me of just how much men love a slave's  tunnel.

I was finally taken back to my cell, to await my meal; at least that is what 
I  assumed. I noticed that the entire cellblock had been washed down and 
apparently  disinfected, just by the dampness and odor left behind. The only two 
slaves on  the block were the same to bitchboys from earlier the day before. I 
noticed that  all of the empty cells were really empty; there wasn't even a cot 
in them. I  began to ponder the fate of the other slaves, but it wasn't 
something that I  cared to much about; seeing as how they had started abusing me no 
sooner than  they had learned of my connection with the school's proprietor.  

I gingerly lay down on my cot, with the pillow beneath my head; and tried to  
find some mental peace where I might be able to get just a short  nap.

The 'mating' by the school's doctor seemed as if it weren't to bad, even 
though  I had strong feelings of resentment to all of the men who 'mated' with me. 
The  rape by the Headmaster was by far the worst experience of my life. I 
couldn't  help but to think of my past thoughts and feelings about man to man 
sex; and how  much I detested it, not to mention thought that I'd be able to fend 
off any  attempts of having a cock shoved up my ass. The people here at the 
school must  have seen many young males like myself; as they seemed to be able 
to anticipate  my every move and  thought.

I was so happy that my fathers 'mating' went fast and without incident. I  
couldn't believe that I was able to mentally block out the majority of such  
incest. At least I had the comfort to know that he was unable to maintain  
himself and had to extract his huge cock before he wanted to. I did however feel  
that he would take out his frustrations on his new young slave; thus causing the 
 young boy to feel the wrath of my dad's disappointment. But, then, perhaps 
my  half-brother was accustomed to 'mating' and who the fuck knows; he might 
even  actually enjoy it. After all, didn't I learn that all of the town's boys 
had  never experienced sex with a girl; perhaps as they all get older they get 
to  'fuck around', so to speak, with each other. However, his is my 
half-brother and  I should have some feelings towards him, shouldn't I? I wonder, I just 
wonder  how many of the boys in town are a product of my father's sperm. 
Shit, I could  have so many relatives here that it would be difficult to count 
them all.  

I continued to think and ponder the past, the present and the future; while  
waiting for my noontime meal. I got caught up thinking about mom and dad; how  
they ever stayed together this long and how all of this crap about my  
enslavement has taken its toll on mom. She is such a kind a wonderful person;  any 
kid would love to have her as a mom. I hope see is doing ok, and that dad  
won't try to fuck her over during all of the divorce battles. Perhaps one day,  
I'll be able to see her again and explain everything; at least hearing my side  
she won't think that I was gay from birth or that I had any desire to become a 
 slave. Lord knows what lies she has been told; especially if they came from  
dad.

Hell, I had almost drifted off when I heard the cellblock door slide open; so 
I  clambered off the cot and got into the proper position for lunch. To my  
surprise, the only thing I got for lunch was a bowl of kool-aid or at least  
something that tasted like  it.

No matter, the drink was sweet with sugar, which I knew would give me a boost 
of  energy. I slurped and sucked until the bowl was drained; and I even found 
a bit  of amusement the moment I let loose with a humongous belch. Fuck, that 
felt so  good; it brought back even more good memories, like the 'belch fest' 
we had at  my party which Alan seemed to win without a  doubt.

After I had thanked the slave for my lunch and he'd removed the empty bowl; I 
 felt as if I needed to rest once again. As I lay upon the cot, the world 
didn't  seem to matter much anymore. Even without my friends to call and hang out 
with,  I was safely locked away from the hooligans of yesterday. I wasn't 
been abused,  raped or tortured. At least for the moment, all was right with the 
world, as I  closed my eyes thinking of Jordan and  Alan.

I must have finally been able to catch up on my rest; as the next thing I 
knew  was that I was being blindfolded again and the mitts were sliding over my 
hands.  I didn't seem to have the strength or even the desire to struggle; to 
fight for  my freedom. Some kind of gag was placed over my mouth and apparently 
it had a  miniature cock on the inside; as it seemed to be pressing down on 
my tongue. I  tried to move, but I couldn't. My brain was telling my arms and 
legs to move but  nothing was happening. It didn't feel like they were tied up 
or down but they  simply didn't move. I wasn't in any discomfort or pain, so I 
could only 'go with  the flow' and allow fate to deal me a new  hand.

Several pairs of hands took hold of my body and lowered me from the cot down  
onto something like a wide board on wheels. They adjusted my body so that my  
knees were bent and my feet were flat on the wood. Someone placed each of my  
covered hands onto my chest, just below my nipple rings and then the cart 
began  to move.  

I guess this was 'good-bye' school, fuck you dad, and hello to my new life. I 
 can still vividly remember the moment that I'd been wheeled outside. There 
was a  gentle breeze blowing up the hill, which allowed all of the fragrances 
of every  blossom to filter into my nostrils. Oh how much it all continued to 
remind me of  my mother.  

They left me there, in the open, smelling the flowers and feeling the warm  
sunshine for several minutes. The only thing which my brain registered next, 
was  the fact that another person was somewhere down on my level. At first I didn
't'  know who it was, but thought perhaps it might have been my dad; here to 
see me  off and wish me well. Now if I hadn't learned anything yet; why would 
he come to  say good-bye?  

I couldn't figure out why I was feeling so humble and lackadaisical. 
Shouldn't I  be feeling nervous or even scared; knowing or not knowing what lay ahead? 
I  mean, like, I'm going to be a slave for at least two or three years, 
perhaps be  sold to some sicko in Sudan who's going to cut my nuts off; not to 
mention not  really knowing what my two Masters will have me doing. Shit, what in 
the hell is  wrong with my  brain?

The next think I knew, a large cargo net had been placed on the ground next 
to  me. I was lifted up and placed onto the net. I think that I bumped into 
someone,  but at first I wasn't sure. Moments later, I learned that there was 
another body  next to mine. They placed my legs just like they had done on my 
cot, allowing me  a moment or two to ponder what was happening; but sure as shit, 
I hadn't a  fucking  clue.

>From down below, I heard an engine; a big engine. Soon I discovered that the  
engine was coming from a helicopter, as it now hovered overhead. I heard two  
loud metallic clicks and the next thing I knew was that the cargo net was 
being  slowly lifted up, encasing my body and one other within its confine. The 
net got  tighter and tighter as it kept pulling my body closer and closer to 
the one next  to me.  

I felt the net lift off of the ground, but suddenly I bumped my butt back 
down  on earth; as the net kept adjusting itself until there was no possible way 
that  the two bodies inside the net had any room to  move.

I was kind of neat, in a way. It was like being on a ride at Universal Studio 
in  Orlando. Finally, we were lifted off the ground for the last time. It 
wasn't  more than five seconds, when the net began to spin around. I could do 
this all  day long, trust  me.

What caught me off guard, by surprise, was the body next to mine. It felt 
soft  and smooth. I could tell that we were shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip; 
inside  the cargo  net.

If there was one thing that I learned well, in the preceding days of my  
training, was the scent of a man. I knew whoever this was, was a  male.

I seemed to be caught up in the thrill of the event and the body next to 
mine.  It wasn't until I knew that we were high above the earth, as the air was so 
much  cooler and the cargo net had spun around, that the smell of the flowers 
had  cleared from my nostrils  completely.

The way in which we were going, the way in which the winds were coming, gave 
me  my first and best indication as to who was in the net with me. I couldn't 
wait  until I could discover if my sense of smell had failed or was right on  
target

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