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Sail Away Chapter  38

Farther east, John Henrys' mom had just concluded another conversation with  
Alan's dad, which also included two attorneys. It has gotten to the point 
where  his mom was trying to decipher just exactly what the Federal, State and 
Local  laws really were, pertaining to buying slaves, selling slaves, enslavement 
and  most of all; what could and could not be done with male slaves.  

Oddly enough, she wasn't as nervous or timid about being around the slaves at 
 Alan's home this visit Even when they served coffee and cookies, good old 
mom  dealt with it in a most polite and sophisticated manner. She was rather  
surprised that none of the slaves seemed the least bit disturbed by her  
presence. Even when the attorneys took physical liberties with the slave's  sexual 
equipment she didn't seemed at all  upset.

During the entire meeting, Alan was present but opted to sit by himself; far  
enough behind John Henrys' mom that he wasn't even noticed. He, of all the 
males  in the room, was taking the most advantage of having naked slaves coming 
and  going. The strangest part of him and the slaves was when one of the 
slaves  actually knelt between the young mans legs and sucked away on Alan's dick;  
which, by all sense of humanity would have seemed odd to be getting a knob 
job  right there in front of your own father. One can only wonder just how far 
Alan  took liberties with his slaves, if and when his own mother was  around.

John Henrys' father was viewing the latest video of his sons first full day 
at  his new Masters' abode. He wasn't viewing the finished product, but the 
rough  footage was supplying him with more than enough thoughts on how he could 
improve  new slaves' abilities at his school. He seemed to be relishing in a 
pool of self  pride, as he watched his son pull the water cart around and 
'service' the  urinary needs of the 'day labors'.  One can only wonder if he would  
eventually get to see a video of John Henry alone with  Jordan.

Daniel was keeping quite busy on the ship; as three newly indentured slaves 
had  arrived from Argentina. He, like always, was hoping that they wouldn't be  
auctioned off any time soon. His delight in using and abusing a new slave was 
 the highlight of any given day and he didn't want those to end any time  
soon.

John Henry had both of Jordans' balls in his mouth now, sucking and licking  
them; not because he was told to do it, but because he was finding out for  
himself just how much pleasure he was and could afford a male body. Jordan, by  
now, didn't have to tell John Henry anything. Jordans' moans and gasps of 
sheer  pleasure was enough of an incentive for John Henry to keep right on doing 
what  he was doing. If anything, Jordans' body scent was enough to keep John 
Henry in  a state of bliss for a long time to come. Finally, though, Jordan knew 
that he  had been instructed to have the slave do more than just orally 
manipulate a pair  of 'pleasure balls' and he also knew that his own cock was 
aching for a  release.

"Well John, best we get on with more of your training." Jordan said with a 
tone  of sadness. "Just stay put while I adjust myself and then you can practice 
by  giving me even more pleasure and  joy."

Jordan pushed himself up and turned around so that his butt was facing John  
Henrys' face. "Now I'm going to work with you on the proper methods and  
techniques on 'face sitting'. Not that you will ever sit on a face; but what you  
can expect and just how you are to work your  tongue."

After several sentences of instruction, Jordan lowered himself down over John 
 Henrys' mouth; but careful enough not to bring his entire body weight to 
bear.  Jordan could feel the moist tongue lapping at the sides to the entrance of 
his  tunnel. The tongue finally began to dart on and off of his rosebud 
pucker, which  was something that Jordan really loved to feel. Each passing minute, 
Jordan  lowered himself fractionally, so that John Henry might get the idea 
(hint) on  his own, to go ahead and allow his tongue to venture into a place, 
where a month  ago he had never even considered such. Jordans' thing was so 
engorged with blood  that it was now vertical and making contact with his abs. 
Jordan could only  image what was going through the mental process of the slave 
lying prone beneath  his muscled  torso.

Another disheartening moment, when Jordan raised himself up and moved to the  
side of the bed; nearly out of breath and sweating profusely. "Well boy, what 
 have you got to say for yourself? Tell me what you were and are thinking 
now."  Jordan asked hoping beyond hope that the slave would say something to his  
liking.

As Jordan sat on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently for some indication 
or  words from John Henry; little did he or even the slave know that at this 
same  moment in time, Alan was in his bedroom clicking his way through the 
myriad of  pages of the Morris School of Slave Training website and that John 
Henrys' mom  was now sitting in her own living room, now determined more than ever 
to watch  every single moment of her sons journey beginning with his time 
aboard  ship.

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I didn't know how to answer Jordan, as I still had a flood of questions to 
ask  him and I wasn't about to forget about it either. But I had to start 
somewhere.  "I don't know what to say or what you are expecting me to say. Do you 
want me to  say it was great fun, to lick your ass, and to suck on your hole? Am 
I supposed  to be overjoyed with the prospect of doing this again and again? 
Do you suppose  that I'll like sticking my tongue up some dudes' ass who 
hasn't been cleaned  out? Jesus, just what in the fuck do you want me to say! It's 
always about you  and everybody else! Nothing around here is ever about me, 
let alone does any  fucking body give a shit? HELL NO! Everybody seems to be 
having a gay old time  at my expense. Just when I think I'm understanding and 
accepting myself, people  like you come along a fuck up my thinking. Why can't I 
just have time alone, so  that I can think things out? Everybody wants to make 
me out to be something I  just might not be.  Do I always have to be having 
sex in order to please  everyone? Jesus Jordan, one minute you say you love me 
and all that other crap  and the next thing I know is that you are acting like 
a master. What gives man?  Hey I like you a lot man, and I'm starting to have 
feelings for you as well, but  not when you act like you are my  boss."

Jordan bolted from the bed, turned around and stood there; staring at John  
Henry; unaccustomed to having someone fire off question after question in such 
a  mad tone of voice. Jordan was caught speechless, which wasn't going 
unnoticed up  at the main house.  

"I gotta piss," I rudely said as I nudged Jordan out of the way, making my 
way  into the shower area. If Jordan couldn't tell or understand what I'd just 
said,  tough shit. I at least got to feel my thing react, as piss flowed 
steadily down  and out, which seemed to replenish my sense of being a man. I had 
never been  that verbally abrasive in my entire life; not even when me and dad 
got into it.  I made sure that all of the little piss droplets had fallen from 
my thing and  ring before heading back to the bed.  

Jordan was already lying on the bed and had his eyes locked on to my every 
move.  "I'm sorry Jordan for yelling at you the way I did, but I'm not sure what 
it is  that everybody wants from me." I said softly; as I scooted over top of 
Jordan to  my side of the  bed.

The two of us just lay quietly on the bed, perhaps each waiting for the other 
to  speak. Jordan, had he not been pissed off or something would have begun 
pawing  me by now; so I knew that he was either really upset with me or at the 
very  least mad by my volley of  questions.

I felt the bed move and noticed Jordan once again kneeling between my legs, 
but  not looking at my face. One by one, he put each of my legs on his 
shoulders and  began to crawl even closer to me; raising my butt each time he 
repositioned  himself. I thought, briefly, that I could detect the heat from his 
groin. I  positioned my head so that I could look him straight in the face; as he 
was now  staring at me with those beautiful cobalt blue  eyes.

"Listen up boy," he began, "You gotta learn that worldly folks don't give a 
damn  about 'your' feelings. They know that slaves have feelings and emotions 
but such  things are not important to them. The only thing that is important is 
that their  slaves work and perform for the duties for which the slave was  
purchased."

Jordan was now employing the use of his two hands to softly rub all over my  
thing and sore balls as he continued to speak, "As for me, well what I said  
earlier still goes; but our Masters have given me a task to perform and I have  
to do it or else. I'm trying to make this all easy on you and everything, but 
 I'm not so sure you can understand any of it. I'd rather be doing this to 
you,  with you, because we both want the same thing. Now then, boy, I'm not 
allowed to  fuck you even though right now I could do it so fucking easy. But our 
Masters  have said that I can make you feel good, if I thought you were 
learning your  lessons well. Do you want to feel good? So here's the deal. I'm going 
to make  you feel good, but then you've got to make me feel  good."

As I listened, my mood began to change and I could see that Jordan was 
sincere  in what he was saying. "Now the thing is boy, in order to make me feel 
good, you  have got to really practice on sucking cock. So, it is up to you. You 
can lay  there and forget about feeling good or you can accept your next  
lesson."

My hesitation in speaking quickly, had nearly become a disaster. Jordan was  
lifting my legs from his shoulders, when finally I blurted out, "Yes, I want 
to  feel good." Without a word, Jordan repositioned my legs as he leaned back 
onto  his own heels. He never once took his eyes off of  mine.

Jordan began with only a single finger, twitching away inside my tunnel. I 
could  feel my thing begin to harden and I was becoming more aware of ever 
single nerve  ending in my whole body. The second finger worked its way inside, as 
Jordan used  the width of both fingers to stretch my tunnel opening even more. 
For some  reason, I began to make small arches in my back, almost as if I 
wanted more,  needing more.  

Jordans' third finger caused me discomfort but I remembered to do the inhale, 
 exhale thing I'd learned at school. Back and forth his wrist turned, 
stretching  my hole more than even the dildo had done all day. I remember moaning and 
making  unintelligible sounds, as one of his fingers finally began to massage 
my hard  spot.

I closed my eyes, so that I could concentrate solely on the feelings, without 
 any outside influences. Jordan must have had this done to him many times, as 
he  sure knew how to make me feel good. I never gave it any thought as to how 
many  times Jordan had put his fingers up another mans  hole.

His voracity and tenaciousness continued, stretching my muscles more and 
more;  with the vigor of a dog in heat. The times when his fingers made contact 
with my  hard spot continued to send wave after wave of sexual excitement 
through every  fiber of my  being.

Finally all of Jordans' concentration was centered on the hard spot and I 
became  more and more delirious with each passing second. I knew that I was 
actually  pressing my own body onto his fingers, each and every time I bucked 
upward. When  I finally opened my eyes, Jordans' eyes were still focused intently 
on my face.  I faintly remember him saying something like 'okay baby, it's 
okay, you can cum  now baby  boy'.

Sperm went every which direction, as my thing rose and fell and whipped side 
to  side. The only thing I can equate my orgasm to would be like saying, 
'sharks on  a feeding frenzy'. It was awesome.  It had to be the moment of truth 
for  me, finally coming to grips with my sexuality. Alone with Jordan, his 
nakedness  emblazoned in my memory for a lifetime, the feeling of freedom not to 
mention  the raw emotions I was going through just knowing how much I was 
enjoying man to  man sex with  him.

I took my hands, as weak as they were, and began to trace them through the 
sperm  that was on my chest and stomach. As I continued to look into Jordans' 
eyes, I  brought my cum coated fingers to my own mouth and sucked the seed of 
life from  them. Jordan seemed to smile even bigger now that he'd just witnessed 
my  actions.  

He offered me his three fingers and I anxiously accepted them into my open 
mouth  and sucked them clean; which I must admit, it too was fantastic. Not 
surprising  though, was Jordans' attention to the remaining sperm on my body, 
which he  himself lapped up before it had a chance to ruin the  bedsheet.

"Now slave boy, you get to make me feel good."  

Jordan eased my legs from his shoulders, politely leaving them bent at the  
knees. He took a position on my chest which was rather a nice thing for him to  
do. "We don't want to get my Prince Albert stuck to your tongue piercing so 
just  remember to keep my cock head well past it, okay." Jordan said with a  
smile.

As he raised himself up, the scent of his sexuality filtered through my nose 
and  triggered my own emotional attraction to his body and soul. My mouth was 
open  before Jordan had a chance to allow his cock head to dance on my lips.  

Each inch of his manliness, his thing, was worshiped as it entered my mouth. 
I  wanted it all, every inch, and I wasn't going to deny myself of it. As his 
thing  rolled over my tongue piercing, I could tell that the steel ball was 
having its  intended effect. The more of Jordan I was consuming, the more he was 
leaning in  towards my own body. I was able to control my breathing, which 
not only made my  task easier; but seemed to add to the whole scenario of our 
'love making".  

Jordan began to slowly pump his hips, as if he was fucking a chick. I never 
once  closed my eyes; as I wanted to see, to hear, and to feel his every 
movement. I  almost wished that this would never end, but as a young adult myself, I 
knew  that no matter how much one desires to refrain from spewing sperm; the  
inevitable always takes precedence over one's  desires.

It wasn't long after I'd placed my two hands on Jordans' cheeks that he let  
loose with a primal sort of grunt and groan; followed by his sperm freely  
entering my mouth. It was sweet and rather thick and even when it mixed with the  
leftover taste of my own sperm; the taste was truly one of  astonishment.

Jordan panted aloud as he tried desperately to gain control of his own  
breathing. I then, placed my hands on the back of his head and took control;  
bringing our two mouths together as one. I was the one, this time, to incite the  
frenzy of our two tongues. I was a gift from the unknown. I'd never 
experienced,  nor ever felt such raging passion for another man.  

By the time we both, simultaneously, broke our kiss; we were covered in 
endless  sweat. Jordan raised himself a little higher and began to take quick jabs, 
with  his tongue; attacking my pierced nipples. It not only felt like the 
right thing  to be doing, but I too, wanted to reciprocate his attentiveness.  

By the time I'd gotten my hormones in check, Jordan had slid off of the bed;  
only to retrieve something which lay under it. "Now my baby slave, I've got 
to  put this in you. It is much larger than your earlier ones, and I know you 
won't  like it. But just think of me, as I ease it in and you'll do really 
good."  

I turned to see just what Jordan was speaking about; only to become scared to 
 death by the size of the black butt plug he was holding with his two hands.  
However, just knowing that Jordan was assigned the task of inserting this 
anal  invader, seemed to keep me in  check.

I watched as Jordan tore open a small packet of lubricant and smeared it all 
up  and down the monster plug. I listened and obeyed as he told me to pull my 
legs  up to my head; exposing my tunnel opening for him and the cameras to see 
once  again.

I knew from my limited experience, that such a plug was going to really hurt. 
I  brought to mind any and all, things I'd learned at school about anal 
relaxation.  I even envisioned the slave on the video as he was forcibly impaled on 
the cock  of a  horse.

My muscles and anal tissue were being forced to go far beyond my imagination. 
I  didn't do bad at first, but as soon as the muscles had been pushed beyond 
the  width of Jordans' three fingers, I was struggling to remember just how I 
was  supposed to breathe; not to even mention 'relax'.  

Jordans' words to me, during this time of need and pain, were quite soothing. 
I  attempted to listen to him speak versus trying to block out his words to 
only  think about myself and my feelings. It finally was over, yet Jordan 
continued to  use his hands to hold onto the huge base of the plug. He never once 
stopped  talking in a concerning tone. I will always remember him telling me 
that even a  willing slave seldom gets plugged with one so enormous. He told me 
that as soon  as he would release his grip, that my entire body would feel the 
weight of the  plug. I knew that I'd be walking even more bowlegged tomorrow, 
since the new  plugs base was at least three inches wider than the earlier 
one.  

Jordan did everything in his power, to assure me that it hadn't torn me up 
any.  He also told me that the reason my Master wants this size plug in me; is 
so that  in days to come I'll be ready to accept a fist and forearm without 
causing  damage. My brain began to float some; as I pondered the word 'fist'. I 
wonder  who, or 'whom', would be the one to first introduce a fist to my 
tunnel. Gosh,  if it could only be  Jordan.

Jordan helped to get my legs down gently. It was really awful having to keep 
my  legs spread apart this much. He suggested that I sleep on my side tonight, 
which  might allow my body to adjust to its new friend. I took his advice and 
turned  carefully towards him, allowing myself ample time to adjust my legs 
to where I  could get 'reasonably'  comfortable.

He was so kind to me, as he fluffed up the cheap pillows which we'd been 
given.  He even gave me a sweet kiss on the lips just before he lay down to sleep. 
 Having his arm over me gave me a reasonable amount of security for the night 
as  we both fell into deep sleep. Little did I know that sleep this night 
would be  one of the few good nights' sleep I'd be getting for  awhile.

Even before the lights came on, I was awakened. Startled at first, by the  
darkness and unknown, I called out Jordans' name. I got no response, but quickly 
 discovered why. Jordan had repositioned himself earlier so that he could 
suck on  my balls and lick my shaft. He was really concentrating on my right 
ball,  sucking and licking it for all he was worth. His hand was toying with my 
shaft,  which had long since rose to the occasion.  

As my vision and thoughts cleared, I was looking at Jordans' cock. I had to 
have  at least one more time with his manstick, before the lights were turned 
on. I  moved slightly, which brought his thing to my lips and I eagerly 
attacked it,  knowing full well that this is something that I want to do, for a 
change.  

His second deposit of slave cum in my mouth was a sweet as the first. He and 
I  both were startled by the onslaught of illumination as the signal to begin 
our  day. Jordan scrambled out of bed without saying a single word and headed  
straight for the shower. I had to more or less ease myself off the bed, as 
the  new plug was also awake and reminding me of just how much fun I was going 
to  have today. I had to crawl carefully and ever so slowly to the showers; 
where I  discovered Jordan nearly finished with his  enemas.

"Morning boy, looked like you slept well," Jordan said to me with a smile. 
"One  last thing for you this morning is that I'm supposed to tell you not to 
worry  about getting cleaned out today. Your Master desires the plug to be left 
in for  now."

In a way, I was glad to hear that bit of news. I didn't' want to endure the  
hardship of trying to remove it, let alone get it back in. Thankfully Jordan  
noticed I was having a bit of trouble reaching underneath and around certain  
areas of my body and he jumped at the chance to help me. He nor I mentioned 
one  word about him not being allowed to help me bath; although I was becoming  
acutely aware of all the 'demerits' I was stacking up for a good old fashion  
punishment  lesson.

Breakfast came and went with fanfare. Soon both of our Masters arrived, with 
the  butler in toe behind them. Jordan was sent on his way, this day to work 
with a  landscaper. I was led once again outside and hitched to the water cart. 
I  screamed aloud as the butler used both of his hands to force the anal plug 
from  within. For screaming I received an instant slap to both sides of my 
face; which  brought out a flow of water from my  eyes.

Indeed, the dildo had been changed. Fatter AND longer! They backed me into 
the  fucking thing and I knew instantly that this day wasn't going to go very 
well at  all. The three men accompanied me to the old barn, where workers had 
already  begun to assemble. The large container was once again laden with ice 
and water,  and all of the workers, like yesterday, had some diabolical remarks 
to make. The  only difference today was that I didn't have a butt plug shoved 
into my mouth,  which for once made sense. Well, it made sense at the time  
anyway.

After Master tested the transmitter and receiver, I was sent on my way to  
deliver water to any group that requested it. After about an hour, I was  
learning to deal with the enormous dildo up my tunnel. I'd only been summoned  twice 
for water which allowed me time to walk slowly and reminisce about last  
evening.  


There was  one more thing that struck me as odd. Unlike yesterday, there was 
one less group  of men working away out here. There wasn't a group of men 
loading wagons with  cut wood; only the men cutting the hardwood trees and the 
bunch of me who were  stripping the branches and limbs away. But, the men seemed 
to be a lot nicer to  me today compared with yesterday. They weren't calling 
me vile names nor were  they making fun of my position as a slave. I didn't 
experience any of their piss  coursing down my throat either. Some of them did 
find it amusing that such a  huge dildo was working its way into my  tunnel.

I was never even called down to the barn for water either, which was really  
unusual. The only time I was summoned to the barn was for my lunch time meal.  
But that was enough to frighten even me, as I shall  explain.

The closer I got to the barn, I knew something was either really amiss, or 
that  something had gone terribly wrong.  From atop the last shallow hill, I  
could see what appeared to be a police car, a couple of lumber trucks and big  
trailer full of stuff from some sort of home supply store and another regular  
automobile.

By the time I'd gotten down the hill, Master was waiting for me, with a leash 
in  hand. He quickly snapped it to my Prince Albert and led me forward, 
towards the  barn and what now appeared to be a gathering of men. Men dressed in 
all forms of  clothing.

I noticed that the police car wasn't a police car. The markings on the side 
of  the vehicle denoted it as being from the "Arkansas State Slave Regulatory  
Commission". There were two men dressed nicely yet casually in what appeared 
to  be uniforms. They had more things dangling from their belts than you could 
ever  imagine.

The workers and those who apparently had driven the other vehicles to 
Masters'  plantation were all gathered around the barn. I could see quite readily 
that  they'd all been working on the inside of the barn; which looked rather 
barren  now.

The two men approached Master and talked out of my hearing range for a couple 
of  minutes, before leaving Master to stand alone as they now came forward to 
me. I  wanted so much not to have my blinders on, so that I could see Master; 
which in  a strange sense would have given me a feeling of security.  

The men began examining my complete body, including my thing and balls. As 
one  man spoke the other was taking notes and using a sort of 'check list'.   
They even opened my mouth and inspected my tongue piercing and teeth; before one 
 of them ran a huge swab around, collecting a sample for DNA testing and  
analyzing.

One of  the men began speaking to me, and asking me questions. I didn't know 
that I had  to answer them. I'd been taught to keep silent unless given 
permission to speak  and since Master hadn't granted such, I simply kept quiet.  

My silence appeared to have enraged one of the men, who quickly applied his  
little zapper thingy to my shoulder. I was sent backwards, involuntarily, 
which  caused me to impale myself a few unneeded inches on the dildo. A second 
surge of  current was quickly applied to my bound balls and I continued to 
reverse myself  onto the dildo. The two men began to laugh at me. "Why is it that 
all these  fucking slaves never answer our questions?" the older of the two men  
asked.

All I could think about was why hadn't Master intervened. With sweat now 
pouring  from every bit of my flesh, I stood my ground firmly and properly; just 
like a  good slave should do. I instantly realized that my silence could 
actually be  working more in my favor than I had anticipated. Could perhaps, my 
diligence to  orders cause Master to have second thoughts about my accumulating 
demerits? If I  had any luck at all, maybe I'd be spared any form of punishment 
after the  evening  meal.

The younger of the two men, summoned Master and began asking him the 
questions  that I hadn't answered. Questions which seemed of no importance what so 
ever,  like;

How long has this male been a  slave?
Why  was he  enslaved?
Who enslaved him  originally?
Does the slave eat slave  chow?
How  often is it  fed?
How  often is it fucked and by  whom?
Do  you intend on fist fucking his  rectum?
Are you anticipating any 'animal  husbandry?
Is it going to be  castrated?

At least  two dozen more questions were asked of Master before the two men 
fell silent.  They apparently had never seen a cart like mine and did some 
further inquiry as  to just how well it worked and if such a thing was costly. If I 
was a betting  man, I 'd say that they were just stalling for time, as each 
of them seemed more  than happy to stroke my skin, as if I was some kind of 
animal to  them.

One of the men even went so far as to handle the shaft which held my dildo. 
He  managed to push in back and forth an inch or so; which caused him to giggle 
like  a silly school girl. Surely Arkansas could have hired better employees 
than  these two backwoods hillbillies. "Mind some time if when we come back 
next week  that maybe we'd could get a good poke as its asshole?" One of the men 
asked  Master, as if wanting Master to oblige him. "Yeah, and I'd like to be 
getting a  good blowjob as well and might even let him suck the shit outta my 
country boy  ass, if'n you don't mind." Master never answered the questions or 
hinted that he  would oblige their  requests.

The two men bid their farewell and attempting to act important, the driver of 
 the car spun his tires; kicking up a huge cloud of dirt and dust. I could 
only  guess that Master was pissed at them for doing that, but more pleased that 
the  hillbillies had  left.

Master slowly regained control of my leash and led me right up to the barn,  
where my noon meal and a large bucket of water awaited me. As I ate, so did 
all  of the other men, including all of the truck drivers. I could see, sort of, 
 Master going into the barn and speaking with a man; who was apparently the  
driver of the other car. I couldn't make out what they were saying to one  
another, but I did hear the man calling out for someone named Mark. It was only  
a minute or less, until I saw this 'Mark'. He was only a kid, who appeared to 
be  under the age of eighteen. Who he was, or what he was doing here was  
bewilderment to me at the time; that is until I totally forgot about all of the  
men around me and continued to eat my meal, while all of my thoughts were  
reverting back to last night.

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