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Sail Away Chapter  Thirty  One

The video had only been playing for about a minute, when I felt Master gently 
 manipulating my butt plug. The soft and rhythmic motion of the plug seemed 
to  make me feel tingly all  over.

After several long minutes of slowing twisting, tugging and pushing on the 
plug,  my Master eased it out of my tunnel. I was trying my very best to pay 
attention  to the video; as Master was explaining the rules which he had in place 
 pertaining to any and all slaves who either worked on the plantation or who 
were  to live here. They seemed simple and easy enough to follow; at least for 
now  they  did.

I felt Master inserting what I believed to be one of his fingers into my 
body,  just as the video was describing some of the more 'sexually intimate' 
situations  I would eventually find myself in. However, I was so sure, or 
confident, that  what he called a 'rim job' was something that I wanted to, or even 
would,  consider  intimate.

As my Master worked a second finger into my tunnel, that magical, mystical,  
feeling began to flood over my entire body. I don't' know what he was doing, 
but  I do remember the first time that this same identical feeling overcame my  
resistance to slavery. I could feel him pressing down with one of his 
fingers,  onto something rather hard just inside my body. His second finger followed, 
as  both of them were now not just pressing firmly, but also in a back and 
forth  motion.  

It was becoming more and more difficult to watch, let alone listen, to the  
video. I found myself closing my eyes and actually enjoying whatever it was 
that  Master was doing to me. I quickly realized that I didn't want this feeling 
to  ever  stop.

My pleasure balls began to ache, probably because of the steel bindings; but  
possibly due to what I discovered was my thing starting to rise up. The  
discomfort caused by my pending erection, seemed a distant second to the rush of  
euphoria my tunnel was providing  me.

I was struggling to pay attention to the video, hearing more than I was 
actually  seeing. Master was saying things like learning to bath him, shave him, 
toilet  assistance, dress him and a myriad of other things; which seemed 
insignificant  at the  time.

I felt fingers, now at the edge of my tunnel; gently tugging and pulling the  
flesh back. It seemed as if they were sliding around the rim of my tunnel, at 
 the same time the other fingers were dancing inside of me. There was 
pressure  and discomfort each time Master bent his finger (s) and pulled on my 
opening,  which didn't feel to be lasting to long; perhaps overshadowed only by the  
motions going on inside of my tunnel.  

My entire body began to shake and quiver. My hips seemed to be moving in a  
motion very similar to when I would have been fucking some girl. I could feel  
the cold beads of sweat sticking to my skin, as my thing continued to bounce 
up  and down with every movement of my hips.  

I could feel my tunnel getting full, as Master apparently had inserted a 
third  finger; and the tugging and pulling continued on at a more rapid pace. By 
the  time Master had placed his fourth finger inside my tunnel, he refrained 
from  using his other hand. Four fingers seemed to be all I could take or even 
wanted.  Master began to twist his hand, first to the left and then to the 
right; over  and over, in silence, as several times I was sure that I was going to 
pass out  or have heart failure.  

Not more than two minutes had passed, and I found myself vocalizing, guttural 
 sounds known to many a man. I could feel the blood beating in my thing, as 
sperm  raced its' way down through my shaft, past the two piercings and 
erupting in a  sea of white, foamy strings, running down the steel ring at the end of 
my thing.  I thought for a second that I'd been electrocuted; for the mere 
fact that my  entire body shook, bound or not, as I even heard the rattle of the 
four chains  holding me in  place.

My body went limp, almost like a wet spaghetti noodle; with a great portion 
of  my weight now relying on my chained wrists to hold me up. I felt the 
fingers  gingerly ease their way out of my tunnel; as they were presented, next, to 
my  mouth in order that I may suck and lick them clean for my  Master.

I remember distinctly, that I sucked and licked them all clean; finding 
myself  with four fingers inside my mouth, stretching my jaws to capacity. It 
didn't  seem to have any effect on me; which was really rather strange, as to suck 
and  lick the fingers was something which I had not expected. But when I 
remembered  that some of my education included having my butt plug shoved into my 
mouth, the  situation didn't seem to revolting after  all.

Master must have been pleased with my progress, as the fingers didn't remain  
wedged between my jaws for too long. I could see the lower half of Master as 
he  once again walked towards the cabinets, the video still playing.  

He returned and held up, under my face, the last butt plug which had been in 
my  tunnel, still coated in grease and slime; and along side that plug, he 
held  another one, which was bigger than the last one.  

The grease and slime covered plug was rubbed over my lips, until Master 
placed  the tip of it against my lips; which indicates to a slave that your Master  
desires you to open your mouth. I swallowed hard and opened my mouth, 
allowing  Master to ease the rancid plug deeper and deeper in my mouth; even passing 
over  my tongue  piercing.

It soon became apparent where the larger plug was going, and I tried, I 
honestly  tried, to relax and accept the fate. I couldn't take the width of the 
plug  without experiencing a great deal of pain; signifying same by trying to 
scream  through the plug in my  mouth.

Once the pain subsided, my tunnel entrance seemed to be quivering; attempting 
to  adjust itself to the wider latex plug. My Master came around to face me;  
commanding, no yelling at me to look him in the eyes. "Haven't you even 
learned  one simple fucking rule yet?" Master shouted at the top of his voice. I 
was in a  daze, trying quickly to think of what the hell I possibly could have 
done that  would have pissed of my  uncle.

Master held up his smaller version of the slave prod, which I knew was about 
to  strike some part of my body; just about the same time as my mind reverted 
back  to school. 'A slave never, ever, creams his thing without  permission.'

I watched the prod as Master lowered it, finally out of my sight; and the 
first  indication as to where it was headed was simply to watch the movement of 
my  Masters' eyes. My right ball got shocked first, as Master seemed to really 
hold  the prod there for a few seconds. Then my left ball felt the wrath of my 
Master,  and I had no idea that the pain would have, could have, been so 
intense.  

Any and all of my pleading and begging went unnoticed behind my stuffed 
mouth,  as each ball was treated to a second helping of electrical current. I saw 
Master  step aside, and then I felt my bladder release a stream of piss. I just 
fucking  knew that I was in for more torture. I began to cry like a newborn 
baby; and I  wasn't sure if it was my crying or something else that caused my 
Master not to  inflict more pain, for the time  being.

"Simply disgusting slave, simply unacceptable. We are going to have to work 
long  and hard to assure that such infractions never occur again". Master said 
in a  toned down voice which almost seemed as if he was displeased with me, or 
even  disappointed in his choice of having me as his personal sex  slave.

I did the best I could at gathering up my emotions, putting myself on alert 
that  I hadn't been here a day yet; and I already seem to be a tragic 
disappointment  to my  Master.

Hell, I couldn't even focus on the video which was still playing; still with 
my  Master speaking. I knew that a lot of the video had passed by without me 
even  noting what he had been saying. The one thing I knew for sure was that if 
I have  missed anything which I shouldn't have; that an instructional lesson 
on pain  tolerance would be  administered.

The cottage door sprung open and since I couldn't turn my head; I could only  
assume that Jordan and Master Doc had returned. "Holy fuck! What in the hell  
happened here? Please don't tell me that we have a wimp assed pussy boy on 
our  hands." I knew immediately that Master Doc was in the  cottage.

The next thing I knew was that Jordan was scampering over, on hands and 
knees,  lapping up anything and everything that was on the floor beneath me. After  
several minutes of licking the floor clean, Jordan knelt upright and began  
licking my Prince Albert; cleaning it of the drying slave sperm which I'd so  
thoughtlessly allowed to happen. How could I have been such an ass of a slave 
to  upset my Master so easily and  quickly?

I knew he wasn't going to be a 'push over' of a Master, but I wasn't sure if 
or  even possible, that he would equate my body as that of his nephew; or was 
I  going to simply remain his  slave.

"I can't believe you have waited this many years, just to have a slave sperm 
and  piss without permission. Just because he was once related to you, you 
seemed to  have forgotten that such disrespect deserves more than just a simple 
and bland  prodding."

"Yes, I'm aware that I was too easy on the slave, but I'm sure that once I've 
 had a good night's rest that things will change drastically. And just 
because he  was related to me, doesn't have any bearing on what I have planned for 
him. He  will still receive the training as you and I have outlined. He will 
learn  everything, unless he wants to feel the hot blade slicing off his 
worthless  balls. Will we make him the finest sex slave in the land, even if it takes 
me  the rest of my life to achieve the goal. Not to mention the fact that his 
former  father will be envious of how well the slave is trained in all 
aspects of his  new surroundings. Least not we forget his former mother, who 
immediately  ostracized me from the family went I got myself into trouble with the 
New York  authorities. If and when she sees the boy again, she will see just how 
much he  has changed and that everything is all nice and legal now; unlike 
years past;  not to mention how much her 'baby' loves his new  lifestyle."

"Okay slaves, get yourselves cleaned up and out and get to bed, tomorrow will 
be  here before you know it, " came the command from Master Doc; as he and my 
Master  released me from the  chains.

When all was said and done, Jordan and I lay quietly on our beds, chained to  
them as regulated. I wasn't in any frame of mind to carry a conversation with 
 Jordan, and he must have felt the same way. I wonder what Master Doc and 
Jordan  had done while they were away from the cottage. I couldn't help but to 
think  that Master Doc had fucked Jordan or made him suck his monster of a  cock.

I tried to relax, re-visit the two videos, but I couldn't concentrate all 
that  much. My mind was focused on mom and I began to wonder how she was making 
out  talking to a man about slavery in our  society.

What I didn't know, but assumed, mom was talking to Alan's' dad. I wished 
that I  was a fly on the wall, listening to the two of them talking. Knowing my 
mom, she  was asking all the questions and not waiting for the complete answer 
before  she'd be asking another question. For good or for bad, what follows is 
a  minuscule fragment of what I later on found to have  transpired.

Q:        Is it legal for my husband to have  enslaved our  son?
A:         Yes, it is totally legal.  Whether the courts sentence some 
person, male or female to servitude; or as in  John Henry's case, being enslaved by 
a parent while still not reaching twenty  years of age is all  legal.

Q:        Do you think that John Henry will  become a good slave and work 
hard for his  owner?
A:         Most every male that is  placed into slavery, becomes a worthwhile 
investment for his or her owner. In  the rare case that the slave fails to 
perform well for his owner, he or she is  generally sold to another person or 
company that actually reduces them to  nothing more than an animal, slaving away 
eighteen hours a  day.

Q:        I noticed when I arrived that you  have more than the one slave. Do 
they all live together or do you keep them  elsewhere?
A:         We keep our male slaves in a  small building near the rear 
property line in a small, how should I say, a  'cottage'. The one female slave we 
have is kept in a nice room in the basement,  right next to our own small 
'classroom'; which we use for such things as  'enhanced  education'.

Q:        Now I hate to even bring this up  but, John Henry's father has sent 
me some rather unnerving photos and one video  of my son. It appears to me 
that he is not doing so well. I had a hard time  recognizing him without his 
beautiful hair, not to mention the simple fact that  I'd not seem him naked for 
quite some time. Why do they remove a slaves hair not  to mention put all of 
those pieces of jewelry all of  them?
A:         That is indeed a good  question, but to answer it could be 
complicated; however, I'll do my best to  answer your question in the same manner in 
which it was asked. I am not sure of  what photos that you possess, but most 
all male slaves who are American have  their hair removed in the initial stage 
of enslavement. That is simply to let  them know that their normal way of life 
no longer exists; sort of like giving  them a fresh start or a 're-birth'. As 
for the jewelry your son may be wearing;  that is normally done for better 
control of a slave should the slave become  unruly. Some owners, who actually 
plan for their slaves' future use as a  personal servant, will sometimes have a 
pretty ring placed through the slave's  penis, as it adds a certain bit of 
'charm' to the slave. And most of the  personal servant type slaves are kept 
naked, so that their bodies and jewelry  are seen by all to  enjoy.

Q:        Well now that you've breached the  subject matter, do you have a 
personal servant here?  
A:         No, not at this time.  However, my son wants me to purchase him 
one. Alan continues to work well in our  business and he seems to have little 
time other than to spend with some of his  close friends. A personal servant 
would allow him more time for his own things  in life, other than just work, work 
and more work. He's the same age as your  boy, I think; as I believe Alan had 
him over once right before the poor lad was  sent off. He was a rather 
handsome specimen if memory serves me  correctly.

Q:        So how do you come about to get  your own slaves? Did you go to a 
special auction or did you just have to know  the right person and just placed 
an order for  one.
A:         Well, most people go to the  slave auctions which are held twice a 
month in every state in the union. But, I  purchased mine from a rather 
meticulous supplier of slaves around the  world.

Q:        So if you get your son a personal  servant slave, he'll be going 
around here naked all the time? Won't that be an  embarrassment for him? Not to 
mention your wife; how will she feel about having  some naked man on your  
property.
A:         First of all, we have a very  open and liberal family here. Alan 
is allowed to go naked any time he desires to  or feels that he has too. He has 
a great body and it is always a pleasure to see  him naked, as he takes good 
care of himself and eats properly too. Most every  personal servant, by the 
time they enter a house fully trained, are adapted to  know nothing more than to 
be naked. To such a slave, clothes make them feel  awkward and out of place.  
To become a personal servant, in its self, is a  position few slaves ever 
achieve; as it takes a tremendous amount of training  and their owner has to have 
a great deal of understanding and patience as their  slave learns his new 
life. But, I will say, that most male servants are well  educated in pleasing 
their master in even sexual ways. Alan, you see is gay; and  if I get him a 
personal servant; that servant will have to be trained in ways  which will be 
pleasing and gratifying to my son. I wouldn't want it any other  way for  Alan.

"Well, you've certainly given me a few things to think about and I really do  
appreciate your time and your honest answers. Can I call upon you again, 
soon,  so we can have another of these informative  discussions?"

"Yes, Mrs. Morris, you just feel free to come by any time you want to. Our  
family is here to answer any questions you may have; which I might just add 
that  if you'd like to speak with Alan; I'll arrange his schedule to make him  
available to  you."

Well, mom left Alan's house and drove home in silence, her mind trying to 
absorb  every word and syllable that Allan's father had spoken. I think she even 
perhaps  felt good enough now that she wanted to view the photos once again, 
and muster  up enough fortitude to push the 'play' button on the  VCR.

As for Alan's father; well, moms' little Q and A session sparked him to sit 
down  in front of his computer and from his 'favorite places' icon; click on 
"The  Morris School of Slave Training and Acquisitions". It wasn't long before 
he was  once again looking at all of the slaves in the school; stopping to open 
the one  folder on the website marked 'Personal Servants', where he could see 
all of my  photos and even one short video marked "Gratifications'. The last 
time he'd  looked and noticed my picture (s) he had invited Alan to view them 
as well: but  this time, when he got to the bottom of the last page of photo's 
he was saddened  by the big red letters looking like a big hand stamp, the 
words  'SOLD'.

Pushing a button on the phone and saying, "Alan, would you please come  
downstairs. I have something important to show  you."        


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