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Sail Away Chapter  Thirty Six     


I really must have forgotten about what all of the pills given to me back at  
school were for. Shortly after I finished my evening meal, Jordan had to help 
me  into the shower for my nightly duties. I half assed, without even a 
worry,  completed my shower and enemas. I stood there watching Jordan finish up and 
then  he helped me back to my own bed. I dropped off into one of the deepest 
sleeps  that I'd had in a long  time.

All of my thoughts, dreams and visions during the night were all consistent 
with  every bit of training that I'd been exposed to so far; and if I wasn't 
vividly  dreaming about my training, I was reliving each and every one of the 
videos that  they forced me to watch.  

Morning came all too soon. When I woke up, Jordan was already in the shower  
singing some crazy song. I jumped out of bed, not knowing just how long the  
lights had been on; and without doubt not wanting Master to evoke some form of  
punishment on  me.

It took three of four steps for me to get the 'rubber' feeling out of my 
legs.  For some reason I could feel all of my jewelry bouncing around and even my 
anal  plug felt odd. The water in the shower felt extremely hot to me today, 
and when  I went to remove my plug; the pain hit me as if it was my first time 
with having  something up my  tunnel.

I questioned Jordan, to see if he too was having any of the same feelings as 
I  was experiencing and he was quick to say that he wasn't; but he did have a  
rather evil grin on his face. I knew then that he must have some inclination 
as  to what was going on, or at the very least he had experienced them at one 
time  or another.  

I was able to finish my shower duties at the same time Jordan completed his. 
I  felt good this day, as it was the first time that both of us were able to 
get  out of the shower, dry off and get down into our respective positions, 
BEFORE  the butler  arrived.

The smell of hot food permeated the cottage, as Jordans' meal was set down on 
 the floor. It was beyond hope that Master would grant me such a meal, as my  
slave food was tersely placed on the floor, just below my face. The butler, 
such  as he was now seen in a position of high authority, shoved two pills down 
my  throat before granting me the privilege of eating. It seemed odd, 
however, that  the housekeeper didn't bring our meals in. I wonder why she didn't, 
but in more  ways than just one; I was thankful she  hadn't.

After eating Jordan was hastily removed from the cottage, presumably to begin 
 his new assignment. I, on the other hand, had to endure a lecture from the  
butler. He re-enforced the same words Master had spoken yesterday; as he put 
it,  "so that you don't have any doubts as to your  work."

I was soon being led out of the cottage, and down a different path than 
before.  I was finally beginning to feel 'comfortable' walking with the large anal 
ring  swinging between my legs. I'm sure that to an outsider, my stance and 
stride  must have looked rather odd. I guess you could say it looked as if I was 
walking  bowlegged and bent at the knees all at the same  time.

I saw nothing that resembled a 'working' plantation. There were woods and 
fields  of grass as far as the eye could see. The path I was on was nothing more 
than  bare earth. The air was filled with the scent of late summer, early fall 
as the  wildflowers appeared to be close to withering.  

It wasn't long, before we passed a group of four men, who were stacking cut 
wood  onto a huge wagon. They all stood there, taking a moment to witness the 
slave  (me) who was being led by a heavy chain leash. I should have expected 
it, as one  or two of them whistled at me and made insensitive remarks; one of 
them even  said, "see you real soon honey  buns."

We passed two more groups of men; four per group, all working at what I could 
 only think of was 'land clearing.' One group of men was busy, with 
chainsaws,  cutting trees, while the other group of men was kept busy removing the 
limbs and  branches from fallen trees.  

Coming to a fork in the path, I was led down the one which seemed to be 
heading  away from the men. I soon found out that the path ended shortly, at what 
looked  like an old barn. Master came out from the open ended barn and greeted 
the  butler; but He either failed to, to desired not to, recognize my  
presence.

Entering the barn and being unclipped from the leash was when I saw the water 
 cart. I heard Master describe some of the 'neat little' features of the new  
apparatus. I learned that there was one other group of men, which I hadn't 
seen  yet; and that there was one transmitter per group, to which I'd find out 
soon  enough, was another blessing in disguise.  

The cart was rather simple looking, as it had only two wheels and a small  
platform which held the water container. The front part of the cart had two  
rails and a bunch of rings and leather straps dangling from  it.

I don't know why I wasn't surprised when Master and the butler guided me in  
between the two rails. My two wrists cuffs were quickly attached to the  
rails.  Master then proceeded to put some kind of leather thing over my  head and 
when it was in place I had a huge piece of leather on either side of my  eyes; 
which prevented me from looking anywhere except straight  ahead.

Thick pieces of leather were attached to my ankle cuffs; with two pieces on 
each  cuff. One piece was fastened to the cart behind me while the other piece 
was  fastened to the rails end, just ahead of my  face.

Both of the men then took a wide piece of leather and fixed it around my 
waist,  just above my hips. From this belt, they attached leather which was firmly 
 affixed to the  rails.

What caught me off guard was when one of them took a firm grip on my thing 
and  attached a large cow bell to my Prince Albert ring, while the other man 
hung  weights on my pleasure balls. The pain was instantaneous, and I began to 
thrash  around best I could; yet remembering that 'silence is golden', I didn't 
utter a  sound. Two smaller weights were once again fixed to my nipple rings 
and then  Master said, "Well let's take him out so we can adjust his stride if 
we need  to."

The butler grabbed my right ear ring and began pulling it forward, with me  
obediently following his lead. "It appears that the slave can move quite  
nicely," Master said in his normal tone of voice; as the butler simultaneously  
agreed.

"Let's let the slave take the cart down to the garage and we can add the ice 
and  water there," Master semi-ordered the butler. I was led around to the 
back side  of the old barn where we picked up another path which led directly to 
the  garage. The butler released his hold on my ear ring and I simply walked 
alone  towards the only thing I could see. I'm guessing that Master and the 
butler  lagged behind a few paces, just to watch and see if I was performing my 
duties  properly.

By the time we got to the garage, the final group of workers came sauntering  
around the corner. Some were laughing and some were speaking obscenities. I  
could only think that they'd been told to say these foul things, as part of my 
 training in  'humility'.

At the garage, the butler told the men to 'fetch the blocks of ice, and get 
the  water flowing'. The men scurried to perform their tasks, while Master 
emerged  from the garage with something small in one hand and a long pole in his 
other  hand. I couldn't see much as it was, but soon all my thoughts and 
questions  would be  answered.

I could easily feel it when the workers dumped the ice blocks into the water  
cooler, as the cart seemed to bounce up and down with ease. My sense of  
immortality seemed to be rearing its' head, as I could think of nothing right  now 
other than wanting to find a hole to crawl into. I would rather be in the  
cottage getting further lessons than be outside where anyone and everyone would  
be able to see me. Even if I could find my 'private space' this instant, I 
don't  think that it would have done me any  good.

The space between my eyes filled with the Master, as he approached and went  
below my range of vision rather quickly. I could feel Him wrapping something  
around the vacant spaces of my thing and then he fumbled around with the 
leather  belt around my waist, apparently tucking something between it and my  skin.

"Now for a test run," Master said in a rather odd tone of voice. Before I 
knew  what was going on, a surge of electrical current was surging its way down 
and up  my shaft. I jolted, in place, causing the cow bell to sound. "Darn 
thing works  pretty fucking good," commented the butler; who I was getting to like 
less and  less with each passing minute. "Hell, the slaves ball weights are 
still  swinging," I heard one of the workers say with a  laugh.

If I was a master, I sure as hell wouldn't be putting a slave through such  
demoralizing things, let alone in front of a bunch of redneck farm workers. I  
don't understand why my uncle is doing all of this to me, not at all. He could 
 have at least sent the workers on their fucking way, instead of allowing 
them to  witness a slave in pain, at my  expense.

Once again I jumped, as apparently the butler, removed my butt plug. Right in 
 front of the workers, he presented my mouth with the grease laden and slime  
coated plug. After I'd gotten my mouth wide enough to accept the plug, the  
butler took a small thin chain and attached it to my collar and the exposed 
base  of the plug. Jesus am I going to have to have my mouth plugged all day  too.

In horror I watched, as Master passed the long pole underneath me. The one 
end  had a huge spring attached to it, with some form of metal coupling. The 
opposite  end had the longest, fattest, scariest looking cock like image bouncing 
 around.

I could only hear what was going on, as Master fixed the spring end of the 
pole  to the cart, mumbling to Himself, as he had to fuss with the pole to make 
it  align properly. The butler moved back along my side and pried my butt 
cheeks  apart, as Master was aligning the cock with my tunnel opening. "I don't 
know if  I'm going to like this arrangement," I heard Master say to the  butler.

The butler was quick to point out that the spring hadn't been compressed yet 
at  which point Master had two of the workers pulled the spring back as best 
they  could. "Okay, that much better," Master said, as I could now begin to 
feel the  tip of the latex cock prodding at my tunnel. "When I say the word, you 
two men  slowly release the spring, and I do mean slowly; unless you want some 
of the  same."

When the spring was released, I jolted forward causing myself even more 
trouble.  I would have stumbled to the ground had it not been for all of the 
leather  straps holding me to the rails. Master was yelling at me to stop, as all I  
wanted to do was to escape the thing up my ass. Suddenly my thing felt the  
electrical current, which not only brought me to a halt but caused me to 
scream,  behind my plugged mouth. The bell was ringing, the weights were swinging 
and the  workers were all  laughing.

Thankfully, Master hollered at the workers and sent them back to work at 
their  assigned tasks, as he gently began to rub my sweat covered  head.

"Good boy, easy boy," Master spoke softly into my ear. "Now let's go over 
your  work assignment one final time slave." Master seemed to wait, to continue, 
until  he assured himself that I'd gotten my breathe back and was giving him 
my full  attention.

"You must not leave the pathways for any reason other than to turn around. 
Now  that you know what the transmitter feels like, it will be easy for you to 
tell  when one of the groups needs water. The good news is that the further you 
are  away from a transmitter the less you will feel it. With that said, you 
will  quickly be able to tell where, or which, group of men need your services. 
Each  group has a transmitter and I have the fifth one. I don't intend on 
using it  unless there is an emergency and I need you for something, so just 
concentrate  of the four groups.  

You will quickly discover that the thing up your tunnel will begin to work  
itself even deeper and deeper inside the body. The more it stretches your  
tunnel, the more goes in. The more that goes in, allows for the next thickest  
part to stretch you even more. Rather ingenious I think; to bad I didn't invent  
it."

The butler chimed in, adding his two cents worth of wisdom by simply telling 
me  that he would see to it that I had my noon meal. Master had me move 
forward  about twenty feet, as he watched deciding whether or not any further 
adjustments  needed to be  made.

I could feel the rubber cock up my tunnel, pushing as if it wanted to get 
more  of itself inside my body. My balls were really aching by now and the 
fucking  bell didn't help matters much  either.

"I'm not going to strap your head this morning, unless I discover you aren't  
keeping your head out straight when you are pulling the cart. If I see that 
you  are dropping your head, I'll add straps to it, so that your head will look 
 straight at all  times."

I heard Master telling the butler that he was more than pleased with his  
purchase of the slave cart and couldn't wait to see the end  results.

"Now off you go slave, and remember to work hard. Make me proud of you this  
day." Master quickly said, as he slapped his open hand on my butt cheek; 
causing  me to jerk forward.  

I just knew that Master was watching me, as I made my way down the path. I 
knew  that He wasn't expecting to see me stop unless a group needed water. The 
cart  wasn't that hard to pull actually. The wheels and suspension of the cart 
were  made so a slave could use his legs to pull it without having to add the 
use of  the hands and rails. The way I saw it, the less water and ice in the 
cart, the  easier my task would be. Now only to get the workers to drink the 
water up  fast.

With each step, the rubber cock up my ass kept me fully aware of its 
presence.  I'm sure, that Master could have adjusted the spring more; one way or the 
other.  The cow bell was in constant motion, as were the two weights dangling 
beneath my  balls. My snout ring was bouncing on the base of the plug in my 
mouth and the  two smaller weights were quickly becoming a nuisance on my  
nipples.

Why, I asked myself, did I get this assignment? Why wasn't Jordan allowed to  
fulfill his dreams of becoming an animal like slave? I decided right then and 
 there that I wasn't going to dwell on it. All I wanted to do was to perform 
as  good as possible and get through the day, which, was really a beautiful 
day to  begin with; weather wise.  

It didn't take long before my thing started to tingle. I knew from what 
Master  had said that the distance between myself and the transmitter would more or 
less  aid me in determining which way to go and who needed a drink. I turned 
to the  right, once I'd gotten to that one fork in the path and caught sight 
of one of  the workers holding his arm up in the air. Whew, my first stop, my 
first  customer; I couldn't be more  pleased.

As I came to a stop, the workers gathered at the rear of the cart and, using 
the  water ladle which had been provided, began to quench their thirst. I 
quickly  discovered that I was going to learn more about my Master, Master Doc, 
and the  plantation than I ever thought possible. Not to mention, I was also 
going to  learn that there are a lot of men in these parts who don't care if you 
are a  man, a woman or even an animal when it comes to having  sex.

After all of them had apparently ceased to be thirsty, they began to take  
liberties with my body. I'd guess that every inch of my skin was touched by the  
workers. Comments were flying around like buzzards over road kill  Armadillo.

The one thing I learned first, by listening to them talk, was that they were 
all  'day laborers'. The only contact I had ever had with such types of men 
was when  mom hired some to help construct a few new flower beds. I knew that 
they were  generally lazy, heavy drinkers and most of all they were filthy as a 
baby's  diaper. None of these men here were any different. After they'd made 
my bell  ring for their amusement, flicked my nipple rings several times, that 
one of  them took hold of my nose ring and pulled me forward several  feet.

I was directly in front of a large pile of fallen trees. The man who'd pulled 
my  nose ring climbed up on the wood and unzipped his denims; producing his 
hair  covered, uncut, obscenely large cock. He then leaned forward and removed 
the  plug from my mouth, allowing it to drop until the chain halted it. His 
next act  of depravity was to tell me to swallow his 'man piss'. His words 
shocked me and  his stench began to nauseate my stomach. There really wasn't much I 
could do to  stop him, as he put his cock up to my lips. Thankfully, he 
didn't put that  disgusting thing in my mouth but he made sure that ninety percent 
of his urine  went down my throat. The entire group was hysterical with 
laughter as he tucked  his dick back behind the zipper. "Anyone else need to piss?" 
he asked of his  co-workers. The others declined the offer to use my mouth as 
a place to  piss.

Just then my thing got a sudden and severe jolt of current. The fucker had  
triggered his transmitter just for fun, as my body reared backwards, impaling 
my  tunnel even more onto the rubber cock. "Now get on the fuck outta here 
slave,  before we'z all fuck your brains out, you dumb cocksucking whore piece of 
white  trash."

They put the plug back into my mouth as I was backing up to turn around. 
Tears  were flowing from my eyes not so much from the pain in my thing and balls, 
but  from the words that the man used to describe me. I just wanted to run, 
but as  you know, I couldn't do much more than a fast sort of duck  walk.

This same scenario was played out over and over again, by each of the four  
separate groups. I'm positive that Master hadn't choreographed any of their  
debauchery.
A few of the men must have been perverts or even worse. They took  liberties 
with my mouth by inserting their tongues right after someone else had  filled 
my mouth and stomach with piss. A couple of the men even licked around  the 
rubber dick in my tunnel while another one was licking my bound balls. I  think 
that the worst thing that happened to me, before lunch, was when one of  the 
workers had apparently gone behind a bush to take a dump and returned, only  to 
wipe a dirty finger underneath my nose. Could my day get any worse?  

By lunchtime, I was ready to do just about anything Master would have 
required  me to do, if only he'd release me from this cart. Every inch of my body 
ached,  and every ounce of my soul and inner being had been tormented and  
debased.

I knew it was lunchtime, simply because the butler came out and led me back 
to  the barn; where he placed some type of leather gear over my head and around 
my  neck and hung a metal bowl of food  from it. I had to eat just like a  
horse, wearing a feeding sack. If anything else like this happened to me today,  
I think I'd rather be a labor slave in some ore mine or on farm some place. 
All  this training… for what? If what they said, including my pal Jordan, about 
 turning me into a sexual pleasure slave was true, then why all this other 
stuff.  I just knew that if given the opportunity, I would invite Master to 
answer some  of my questions and concerns.  

After my lunch, the butler simply sent me back on my way, to tend to the 
needs  of the workers. I just knew that the afternoon was going to be nothing 
more,  nothing less, than a repeat of the morning. I wasn't  wrong.

By the time that the truck came to collect the workers, I was dog tired. My 
legs  felt like rubber and my body ached from head to toe. Even my tunnel was 
sore,  feeling as if it was on fire. I couldn't tell how much of that rubber 
cock had  worked its way inside of me, but by the feeling I was getting; a hell 
of a lot  more of that thing was inside me compared to the anal plug that I 
was still  sucking  on.

Just as the butler had me at rest in the old barn, my thing got one final 
jolt  of juice; which caused me to really buck hard. Over and over again my thing 
felt  the stabbing pains of current, which by now meant that the transmitter 
wasn't  that far away. If the workers had already gone, the only other 
possibility would  be that Master was calling for me.  

The butler watched as I backed the cart up and went around the barn, moving 
my  head in search of an upright arm. I was turning the corner on the final 
side of  the barn when in the distance I could see Masters' arm; slowly waving 
back and  forth in an attempt to get my attention.  

>From where I was, to the house where Master was standing, there wasn't a 
path. I  knew that I had orders to stay on the path, so the only thing I could do 
was to  turn around, once more, and follow the long path back to the house. 
Two maybe  three times more, my thing got zapped by electrical current, 
apparently from  Master who I could only assume was getting  impatient.

I realized that I wasn't perhaps moving to fast, so I did my best to pick up 
the  pace. I then remembered that Master had told me earlier that he would 
only use  his transmitter for emergencies; and here I was taking my sweet old  
time.

By the time I had gotten to Master, it was easy to see that He wasn't too 
happy.  He didn't speak of or display his anger towards me; which only sent 
signals to  my brain, telling me that a punishment lesson was due later  on.

Either I had forgot about, or never realized, that I had pissed during the 
day.  Master made a couple not so pleasant remarks that I smelled and looked 
even  worse than I smelt. I couldn't roll my head down far enough to see what he 
was  referring too, but now that He'd said it, my nose picked up the odor of 
stank  piss.

Master wasted no time in calling for Jordan, who came running. "Take this  
disgusting slave up to the garage and get him cleaned up. Use the garden hose  
and the brush we use to scrub the cars, and you might consider using some of 
the  car soap that's there also. I don't want to see this garbage until he's fit 
to  be seen and he doesn't smell like  crap."

Jordan never came in front of me, so I never saw him snap a leash onto my 
collar  as he led me away. I again had failing hope that I'd be released from the 
cart  first, but as usual my desires weren't coming to  fruition.

In agonizing silence I remained tethered to the cart as the cold water 
blasted  away at my head; working its way down my back and legs. I could feel the 
liquid  soap being squeezed onto my back and head just moments before Jordan 
started  scrubbing away.  

I'm sure that Jordan must have picked up the wrong brush. It was tearing at 
my  skin and causing me a great deal of discomfort. The soap had its own 
stinging  effect on my skin. Jordan didn't waste one ounce of sympathy on me. I'm 
guessing  that he was having a good time scrubbing my butt, just for the amount 
of time he  was  taking.

After rinsing off the backside of my body, was when I got my first look at  
Jordan. He didn't make eye contact with me, nor did speak. He used his hands,  
thankfully, to rub the soap into my face; but he left the butt plug in my 
mouth  as if he was letting me know that he was in  command.

My remainder of my body was cleaned with his hands as well. Apparently he 
didn't  want to entangle the brush with the weights which were still affixed to 
my body  piercings. He paused for half a minute to play with the bell, making 
it clank  and clang like a kid with a new  toy.

Jordan had no sooner finished washing me, when my bladder let go with a gush 
of  piss. I could see the look of dismay on Jordans' face and I was beginning 
to  feel as if I'd just done something wrong to my best friend. Thankfully 
Jordan  wasn't like Master or anyone from the slave school; as he quickly took 
the hose  and rinsed the bottom half of my  body.

Jordan pulled me away from the water soaked earth, allowing me to rest on the 
 pavement; as the water evaporated from my body. I could catch a glimpse of 
him  every once in awhile, as he put everything he used back in its proper 
place. I  noticed that something was different about Jordan, but I wasn't able to 
put my  finger on it. I tried to watch his every step, every movement, to see 
what it  was about him that caught my attention but I was too exhausted to 
concentrate  all that well. Perhaps once we'd been returned to the cottage, I 
could tell  more.

Unceremoniously, I was led back down to the back of the house where Master 
and  now Master Doc were standing. "Now that's more like it slave. You've done a 
good  job all day and you will be handsomely rewarded for all your efforts." 
Master  said, I thought referring to  me.

"Master, thank you Master," Jordan cheerful burst out.  

I stood tethered to the cart, near tears and exhaustion, as Jordan received  
accolades from my Master. As dumb as it may sound, I honestly expected 
something  of a 'pat on the back' for all of the work that I'd done as  well.

"Tomorrow will be even better than today. Both of you slaves will have  
additional work to perform and it will be interesting to see if you're slaves  
enough to keep up with the work load," Master Doc interjected.  

Master turned, and began speaking with someone, who, by the question and  
answers; I was able to tell that he was speaking with the camera man. The entire  
day, the whole fucking day, I hadn't even considered that the fucker was out 
and  about, filming activities. Jesus Christ, now he's got me on film drinking 
white  men's piss, not to mention all of them pawing all over me every chance 
they  got.

Right now all I wanted was to get released from the cart, take a hot shower 
and  get cleaned out. I needed to get the rubber cock out of my ass, and the 
weights  removed from my rings. I'm not an animal, no matter what Master thinks, 
and I  need to be treated with a little respect and afforded some dignity. 
I'm getting  so tired that I could almost fall asleep standing here like this.  
My eyes  are blinking shut, my tunnel is twitching against the rubber up my 
ass, the pain  is beginning to dull my senses and I'm really unable to process, 
clearly,  anything that I'm hearing. There is just no excuse for a human being 
to be  treated like this, even if he's a slave. Animals at the Humane Society 
get  better treatment than this. Did I mention that I am about ready to fall 
asleep,  tethered to this  cart?

A quick slap on my rump, jerked me to attention. I was being led to the 
cottage,  still attached to the cart. I focused my eyes and could see that it was 
the  butler who's leading me back.  

Once we'd arrived at the cottage, my future was looking a lot brighter, or so 
I  thought. The butler dropped the leash and proceeded to enter the cottage 
alone.  I could hear a few sounds; something akin to dragging furniture across 
the  floor. Shortly thereafter, both Masters and Jordan walked passed me and 
went  inside. I didn't see a leash on Jordan, or did I. Why does it seem that 
just  when I need Jordan, he appears to be separating himself from me? I knew 
that I'd  just have to ask him some 'rapid fire' questions later on; just so 
that I could  reassure myself that he and I were still playing on the same team.

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