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Sail Away Chapter  Thirty

We no sooner had broken our embrace, when we started looking, intently, at 
each  others ringed bodies. Jordan was totally surprised to see that they had 
given me  an anal piercing just like his; just as I paid close attention to his, 
since I  couldn't see mine very well. Jordan, up close and in the light, 
looked so much  different than what he looked like at school.  

Without body hair, Jordan looked like he'd been working out in a gym for a 
long  time. His arms and legs were full and firm, and his butt wasn't one of 
those  'bubble' butts. The one thing that hadn't changed was the color and mirror 
like  finish of his beautiful eyes. Jordan's thing looked so huge, now that 
it was  void of hair; not to mention his Prince Albert.  

It didn't take long before we began to speak again; each of us racing to get 
our  words spoken. I couldn't help but to compliment Jordan on his looks and  
appearance; which, coming from me of all people, seemed rather  odd.

Jordan, on the other hand, combined his compliments with words of wisdom;  
explaining in his own words what each of the body rings could or would be used  
for. He seemed rather excited that he'd finally gotten off of the ship and had 
a  Master now. He continued to talk about all of the good things that slaves 
can  do, and all of the good things that he and I might expect to happen in 
the days  and years ahead. I guess that since he was gay and had a large 
submissive side,  that being a slave was something that he'd always thought about or 
dreamed  about.  

We both began to explore our cottage/dungeon. It was nothing more than one 
big  room actually; but with all of the other things in it, there didn't seem to 
be a  lot of extra space. It didn't take long to find out just how far each 
of our  chains would let us move  around.

Jordan began explaining things like the St. Andrews Cross, the two sets of  
stocks, the chains and hoist systems, and even a well designed and eloquent  
looking 'fuck bench'. He dragged his chain behind him, as he ventured over to a  
wall and began handling and even smelling the leather on the multitude of 
whips  and crops which adorned the entire surface of the  wall.

There were several locked cabinets on the opposing wall, which Jordan 
explained  was where the more intricate and social elements of training are  kept.

I don't know if I was surprised or what, but the shower area was set up just  
like the ones at school; including two water cock/enema nozzles. When I took 
a  cursory glance at the toilet, memories of receiving a painful shock flew 
back  into my thought process; and I immediately backed away from  it.

>From all angles, Jordan seemed to be in slave heaven; as he described in  
microscopic detail everything that his eyes were seeing. As for me, I became  
more and more timid and withdrawn with each sentence he completed. Surely,  
slaves had to be used for some form of work or something; not just for sex and  
torture. And, that's when I just came out and asked Jordan if he was in to all  
of these things, and the pain and torture part. Jordan seemed surprised that I  
even asked that question, and the look on his face went from glee to  gloom.

"Listen 'boy', you just don't get it do you?" he replied. "Daniel and I both  
told you that you were to become a sex slave; and a lot of the time, pain and 
 torture are part of it. Some Masters feel that torture is merely a part of 
their  sexual needs and desires. So you had just better get any other ideas out 
of your  head, before it's too late. They are going to fuck you and force you 
to do  things which you never thought possible. The school only gave you an 
inkling of  what is in store for you. Hell, I've been kept in dungeons off and 
on for a  couple of years, but never have I had a Master; which now I'm happy 
and don't  have the first fucking  complaint."

I guess my mouth must have dropped wide open, as Jordan seemed to have 
berated  me, of all people. It wasn't that he sounded mean or expressive towards me, 
but  from all that he said about being happy that he and I were together; 
this seemed  to be a complete turn around. I would have to think about his words 
and tone of  voice at another time; as the door opening up put a halt to our 
meaningful  introduction into our new  surroundings.

I was at first, momentarily, caught off guard and didn't know what to do;  
however, since the butler was a man and was of higher importance than me, I  
quickly knelt down and assumed my presentation posture, with my head on the  
floor.

My immediate actions must have pleased the butler, as he commented, "well 
done  slave boy, well  done."

>From the shadow on the floor, it was plain to see that Jordan had also 
dropped  to his proper position, as the butler continued speaking. "It appears that 
you  two slaves can't be left alone not even for five minutes without you 
breaking at  least one rule. I distinctly told both of you that there was to be no 
sexual  contact between the two of you; yet you both have already broken your 
first  rule. Close contact, such as your hugging each other is considered a 
'sexual  contact'; which is a punishable offense. The masters will take such 
flagrant  violations into consideration, when it comes the appropriate time to 
administer  your  punishment."

I guess I know now that 'hugging' is an offense. I didn't seem to be upset 
about  it though, and I don't know why not. Perhaps it was just from the way the 
butler  spoke, in his monotone voice, not showing distain or anger. Perhaps 
it was  merely something which I was becoming accustomed to; but again, I 
wasn't sure of  my feelings at that moment. It could have been, simply, that my 
mind was still  in learning mode as I'd just been listening to Jordan giving me 
his little 'pep  talk'.

The butler seemed to be an alright kind of guy. He had ample opportunity to  
inspect each of our bodies, but he never once placed a hand on either of us 
even  as he walked around each of our positioned bodies so close that I could 
see the  light bounce off of the shine in his  shoes.

"Now then; I'm sure that by now you've seen enough of your cottage to know 
that  you will be spending a lot of time in it. I am only here, presently, to 
inform  you slaves of some of the more traditional rules of behavior and 
etiquette.  

Slaves shall receive three meals per day, and you are expected to eat 
everything  which is given to you. Slaves shall be clean at all times, including two 
if not  more, enemas per day. The only contact between the two of you, for now 
at least,  shall be when you are commanded to touch one another. You shall 
rise in the  morning when your cottage lights come on, and you shall be in your 
slave beds  prior to when the lights are turned off at  night.

Since only one of you has been treated for hair growth, the other slave shall 
be  kept free of hair in all of the appropriate places deemed necessary by 
the  masters, by me personally.  

Each of you slaves is responsible for cleaning and maintaining your own body  
jewelry. I shall demonstrate and instruct each of you on the proper method 
and  application of such ointments as  required.

Since your masters have seen fit to allow you a bed, each of you shall see to 
it  that your bed is properly made each and every morning, just as soon as 
you get  up; which means before taking your morning piss or anything else. You 
shall also  be held responsible for keeping your cottage clean and orderly; 
just as it is  now.  Any and all implements used for your education shall also be 
 maintained in a clean and working condition by the two of  you."

I was glad that the butler stopped talking. I sure as hell wasn't used to  
general house keeping chores, and it appears that I'm just going to have to get  
used to them. Jordan on the other hand will probably be in his glory doing  
things like that, since he's such a perverted little gay  boy.

The door opened once again, and I got an instant dose of perfume scent. I 
heard  a metallic thud directly in front of me and then came the aroma of food. 
"Eat  your dinner!", came the command; but instead of the butler ordering us to 
eat;  it was the  housekeeper.

I pushed myself up onto the palms of my hands and noticed a rather large bowl 
of  food sitting on the floor about two feet in front of me. I crawled over 
and  discovered that the meal, whatever it was, was all ground up into just one 
main  meal. I knew, from the smell, that there was red meat; and from the 
flecks of  different colors I could see that there were carrots, green beans and 
a small  amount of  potato.

I had forgotten about my hunger until now, but how quickly does one devour 
food  when needing sustenance. Damn, the food was great; even tasted like 
restaurant  food as long as you didn't look at it. In my eagerness to eat, I had 
forgotten  to notice whether or not the housekeeper had  left.

Indeed, she was standing there slightly behind the butler; watching the two 
of  us tear through the meal. "It looks as if the new slaves are hungry, or it 
just  might be my good cooking", she said to the butler in a rather comical 
way.  

"Well now that the slaves have eaten up everything, go ahead and get your 
bowls  and get back up to the house. You came to see the new slaves, and to get a 
cheap  thrill so get out of here before you get us all in trouble. You damn 
well know  that you're not supposed to be anywhere around the cottage." The 
butler said  with sort of an authoritive growl in his  voice.

"Thank you", I said, hoping beyond hope to gain a few points with the staff.  
Strangely enough, the housekeeper replied 'you're welcome'. She gathered up 
the  two bowls and left just as quietly as she had  entered.


"Slaves, you have made me happy. You both remembered to thank the person who 
fed  you. Now, since your day has been rather long, and I don't want you to 
think  that I'm the mean one around here; I'm going to forgo your evening 
instructions  and your enemas but that doesn't mean you are free for the night. The 
masters  will be down shortly to administer you punishment for having close 
contact with  one another; and I'm to prepare you for same." The butler finished 
his comments  abruptly and then he released me from the chain attached to my  
ankle.

As Jordan watched, I was taken to the area of the cottage where chains were  
dangling from the ceiling. By the time the butler was finished with me; I was  
spreadeagled firmly with my butt facing the entry door. I heard him removing  
Jordan's chain and as Jordan came into view, I could plainly see that he was  
'excited'; as his cock was ridged, even with the heavy ring hanging from the  
piss slit. I wasn't sure just why he was aroused, but surely, heaven forbid 
it  was because he was about to receive a  punishment.

The door creaked open, denoting the arrival of our Masters. "All ready and  
waiting Sirs", commented the butler as he too made a hasty exit.  

Knowing that the Masters would come around to our front, Jordan and I lowered 
 our heads; somewhat preventing us from looking at the Masters in a direct  
fashion. Master Doc is how he was to be called, stood firmly in front of Jordan 
 running his soft hands all over the naked body of his new  slave.

My Master seemed to be more interested in my 'thing and pleasure balls';  
apparently because of the way they were so pronounced in their slave like  
fashion. He had taken one of them into each hand and firmly squeezed them;  
apparently wanting to see just how much pain I could handle, for now. It didn't  take 
much effort on his part, before I began to moan with slightly more than a  
discomforting  feeling.

"We are going to have to work long and hard on the slave's pain threshold. It 
 appears that we may have not taken a better look at the videos before we 
jumped  right in and took him from the school. But, we could always return him 
for more  in depth training", my Master said with laughter in his  voice.

"Well their first discipline will tell us more, if you were to ask me",  
commented Master Doc; as he went over to the wall which contained all of the  
whips, etc. "But perhaps we should just prod them tonight, which will allow us a  
bit more freedom to pain them versus a conventional punishment  whip."

"No, let's do as we'd discussed. Just select your choice and get on with it, 
and  I'll do likewise", my Master said in his monotone  voice.

Neither of the masters said anything to us about the reason for being 
punished;  perhaps knowing that the butler had already spelled out our  transgression.

I heard the whoosh of air as the whip went sailing; but it wasn't my body 
that  was the intended target. Jordan let out a ferocious scream, as the leather 
made  contact with the backside of his body. Another and another, before 
Jordan fell  silent; the nearly inaudible sounds of his crying bouncing off of the 
floor  beneath his bowed  head.

Not hearing the next sound, I was completely caught off guard as the first 
blow  from a multi laced riding crop came crashing down on my soft butt. I 
yelped like  a dog getting scolded. Over and over again the crop came in contact 
with my  body, from my shoulders down to the backs of my legs; the final two 
blows came  from the front, as my Master landed two perfect strokes on my 
separated balls. I  nearly fainted from the pain, but willed myself to maintain some 
semblance of  slave  composure.

Jordan's Master clipped a leash onto his collar and then released him from 
the  chains. Both of them soon left the cottage for parts unknown to  me.

My Master seemed rather oblivious to my pain and discomfort, as he saw fit to 
 leave me strung up on the chains. Before me, I heard him fumble around with 
a  set of keys; I could only imagine that he was going into one of those 
cabinets  where Jordan said contained other intricate training  devices.

I couldn't imagine that I was about to receive more punishment, not unless  
Jordan was to get some too. Maybe he was already getting some other form of  
discipline out of my sight, but right now all I could or should be thinking  
about is  myself.

Into my field of vision, came my Master's hands; each with a lead weight the  
size of a baseball. He quickly attached them to my balls and dropped them;  
causing an intense searing pain to shoot up into my gut. Next he attached to  
weights, the size of golf balls to my nipple rings and like my balls, he simply 
 let them fall from his hands; jerking my tender nipples even further down my 
 chest.

>From behind me, Master slid a ridged plastic collar over my steel collar; 
which,  being so wide, it kept my head facing directly to the front of me. When I 
 focused my eyes, I could see a huge television screen; which apparently was 
one  of the many things behind the closet doors.  

"Now then slave, just like at school, there are many, many hours of video  
training films for you to watch. And, since this is your first day here, I'll  
stay with you for a while so that you won't feel neglected. Besides, it has 
been  so long since I've seen you that I think time spent together will help us 
to  better 'bond' with one another. You have no idea how many years that I've 
waited  for this day; a day which has been blazoned into my brain for all 
eternity; the  one thing which I've longed for. I'm sure that the first video will 
bring you  some closure on your former life and introduce you to what appears 
to be your  new world.

Unfortunately, some of the video is not up to my normal standards, as my  
photographer is no longer in my employ; and had to be taken by others who are  
not so familiar with my degree of quality. Now just settle in and relax; above  
all else, enjoy the show and learn from it, as it just might become your only  
road to  salvation."

My Master took a seat on one of the beds, where not only could he see the  
screen, but he also had an excellent vantage point to see my nakedness and to  
watch my every reaction to the upcoming  video.

The screen came to life, flickered once or twice and just as it cleared, 
there  sat my father in a big leather chair; just like the one at home. The pain 
from  my punishment whipping seemed to smolder throughout my entire body, as I 
watched  my dad take a sip of his favorite mixed drink, a White Russian with a 
purple  swizzle stick. He simply sat there, giving the impression that I was 
in the same  room with him; waiting until he'd finished up his work before 
speaking to me.  The odd thing about the video was my dad's pants. He wasn't 
wearing a belt, the  top button was undone, his zipper was down and there was a 
sizable, quite  noticeable bulge beneath the fabric.  I knew that I would have 
had to turn  my entire head, to see my Master; which if I did so, would 
possibly give him the  proper opportunity to discipline me again, so I wisely opted 
not to concern  myself with what my Master was doing or not  doing.

As dad sat the small handful of papers on the table next to his chair, he 
took  another sip of his drink; and it was then that I noticed a shadow on the 
floor  of the room he was in. The shadow was moving and changing dimensions and  
finally, my half-brother, dad's new slave came into view; crawling ever so  
properly towards dad's  crotch.

It didn't' take long before he'd used his mouth to extract my dad's man sized 
 cock and began sucking it. I was in awe, watching the teenaged slave  
effortlessly bury dad's entire shaft in his mouth and down his throat without  even 
a glimmer of gagging. The slaves' age and upbringing must have played a  huge 
roll in allowing him to perform so well. I could only just imagine how many  
dicks the slave had sucked while he lived among all of the men and boys in  
town.

Dad left one hand on the slaves' head, the other holding his drink; as he  
finally raised his head and looked directly into the camera  lens.

"Well John Henry, I suppose by now that you've had time to get acquainted 
with  your new surroundings. I hear that your Master has quite the 'cottage' for 
you  and Jordan. I hope to one day visit him, time permitting, and perhaps 
I'll be  able to see if you've made much, if any  progress.

I want you to know that I am under no obligation to make this video for you;  
however, since you were once my son, I felt a small obligation towards making 
 sure that you understood completely just what and why things have changed. 
Your  mother is still pursuing a divorce but perhaps there is a small degree of 
 probability that I can convince her to change her  mind.

I feel that once she knows and sees that you are happy, healthy and content 
in  your new life; that she will understand why I did what I had to do. She did 
call  last evening, to talk briefly about a few things, one of which was you. 
She has  availed herself of the offer from your friend's father, to sit down 
and have a  few uninterrupted chats with him about slavery. Perhaps hearing 
that slavery is  the modern and most economical method of producing labor and 
product, she will  come to realize that what I've been involved with over these 
last many years has  helped to provide a stable and financially secure future 
for her and you.   

And, IF there were to ever be an occasion for you to speak, let alone see, 
your  mother; it would benefit you tremendously if she heard from you, just how 
happy  and content you are. Those benefits would stretch far and wide; but I 
hesitate  on raising my hopes that you will ever succumb to the business  
world."

WOW, that was a lot to digest. So mom is talking to someone about slavery. I  
wonder if it is Alans' dad. Maybe she is going over there and then she will 
be  right there amongst the household slaves and see how harmless it is to own  
slaves. It sure would be great if she finally eases in to accepting slavery 
as a  part of every day living; then mom and dad might have a common ground to 
talk  about and mend their differences. I'm not so sure though about her 
seeing me  naked and all, but I'd love to talk with her over the  phone.

"I don't want you to think that I've sold you to your uncle just because he 
is  related. He is not always a kind and caring person; especially when it 
comes to  slaves. I can only imagine, with your attitude that you have already 
gotten  yourself disciplined; not that it matters to me, as I would have belted 
your  teenage ass over and over again for all of the situations you put me and 
your  mother through. Knowing that your fellow slave has been removed from the 
 cottage, I just want to remind you of your anal piercing. In our world, when 
a  slave carries an anal ring, it is a sign that his owner has given 
consideration  and merit to having said slave castrated. If a slave can't be 
controlled or  taught to become whatever he is purchased for, the master will not 
hesitate to  remove the one thing which remains that just might be causing the 
problem. So  just keep your ring in your daily thoughts, knowing that it is to 
remind you to  behave, learn, respect, and above all to bring nothing but 
happiness, pleasure  and pride into your master's  life.

Before leaving you to your new life, I just wanted to mention to you that the 
 photographer that you saw always filming you up close and personal; well 
since  your master discovered that he wanted to fuck you and almost succeeded, 
had the  man committed to a life of slavery. He has already been cleaned up, 
inside and  out. He no longer has body hair, and his rings are a tad bit larger 
than those  on your body. I'd say that right about now, he is losing his nuts 
in the  doctors' treatment room. Your master has decided to leave him here 
until he  remembers nothing of his former self; and only lives for pain and 
suffering, at  which time he will be returned to your master. Just remember that the 
same thing  could easily happen to you, should you violate your masters'  
confidence."

The video came to a stop, nothing but snow on the screen; as I could hear the 
 disc changer moving to begin playing another DVD. I couldn't help but to 
think  of the poor man getting his nuts cut off, just because he wanted to fuck 
me; but  rules are rules I guess. I wonder if my Master is going to sit through 
another  video with me? I hope Jordan is okay, but there has got to be a 
reason why he  was removed from the cottage.
I don't know how many training videos  that  I'm expected to see and learn 
from but if what dad said is true, I  suppose I should pay real close attention 
to them, along with every word that  comes out of my Masters'  mouth.

When the second video began playing, all that was visible on the screen was 
my  Master, standing next to Master Doc; apparently taken inside of their 
plantation  home.

"Greetings slave", the video had begun...        


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