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SAIL AWAY CHAPTER THIRTY  NINE


The rest of the afternoon  wasn't like the day before; not one iota. In some 
ways, looking back, I wished  that it was.

This kid Mark; well I guess  he must be some kind of spoiled teenager, 
because he sure did put on airs while  he was on the plantation. It didn't take but 
a few minutes to figure out that  this Mark kid was the son of the other adult 
male. I couldn't always see what  any of them were doing or saying. If my 
fucking horse blinders weren't obscuring  my view, and the men weren't outside of 
me being able to hear everything they  were saying to one another.

I could do  nothing more than to maintain my posture, and occasionally when I 
did fidget  around, the dildo seemed to be my constant companion; always 
reminding me of my  place in life.

It was kind of neat, being  able to see some of the workers toiling away 
inside the barn. At times it was  rather noisy from all the hammering and electric 
saws and the what-nots. From  all appearances, the entire barn had been 
gutted and they were now in the  process of constructing everything anew. Some of 
the things I saw them build,  left me clueless; but none the less, to see the 
muscles flex, the foul language  flying from one worker to another and the 
occasional glance from some of them  kept me entertained while Master was 
apparently playing  host.

When Master and the other two males  approached me, I didn't know what to 
make of their facial expressions. Master  and the grown man seemed to have a 
blank look to their faces while the boy,  Mark, was grinning from ear to ear.

Master  stopped directly in front of me, and I knew he was looking directly 
at my bowed  head as he spoke. "I want you to take young Mark here back to the  
house."

I couldn't figure out just what  the point of Masters order was. But I soon 
remembered that I'm not supposed to  even think, I'm supposed to do, and do  
promptly.

My cart bounced around, sending  minor waves into my tunnel; which felt sorta 
nice. "Now you be sure and hold on  son," the man was saying to the boy.

"Okay  slave off you go, and remember that you are moving human cargo," 
Master quickly  interjected.

I had to back up a few steps,  in order to make a proper turn. Once I'd 
located myself and the cart on the  path, I felt much better; even though I could 
easily detect the added weight I  had to pull. It didn't hurt me, and I was 
rather grateful for the chance to work  more of my leg muscles.

As I stated up the  small hill, was when I 'really' noticed the boys weight; 
but my legs didn't let  me down. Not forgetting to mention, is also when the 
boy started speaking to  me.

"You know," he began, "you seem like a  good slave. My dad brought me here to 
see just what goes on around your Masters'  place. I asked him to get me a 
slave for my upcoming eighteenth birthday, so he  made arrangements for me to 
come out and look around. I'm not one of those girly  queers, so don't you go 
getting the wrong idea. The only reason I want a slave  is for my own personal 
use; something like a servant, but also one that me and  my friends can 'play' 
with. Your Master tells me that you're in training to  become a personal sex 
slave, and that he's also teaching you the fine art of  pleasing your Master in 
more ways than just  sex.

If you were my slave; not only would  you bath and dress me but you would 
also be subject to suffer pain so that I may  find pleasure in your anguish. I 
don't plan on fucking my slave, but sure as  hell the slave will suck my cock 
when and where I tell him  too."

I listened to him, but I didn't pay  close attention to what he was intending 
for me to understand. The only thing I  was hoping; was that Master wasn't 
thinking of training me and then selling me  to this kids' father.

The kid had lots of  ideas and thoughts on just what and how his slave 
should/would be; but again, I  didn't fret his words, as I drew closer and closer to 
the  house.

Master was waiting on us, along  with the boys' father. "So how was your 
ride? Did you have a nice time watching  the slave from behind?"

The boy answered  like a sissy, "Oh yes daddy, it was so much fun. I think 
I'm going to like  having a slave of my very own, especially if he can stay 
naked like this one.  But, will I have to be shaving him and all that other stuff  
too?"

"All in good time," the man  replied.

By now the butler had arrived,  and had begun getting me out of the 
restraints and free of the water cart. It  felt nice, not having to stay out all 
afternoon; tending to the needs and  desires of the day helpers.

Master clipped  my leash to the Prince Albert; and surprised me by handing it 
to the teenager. I  was shocked by the look I was receiving from this kid and 
began to have some  reservations as to the reasoning behind him holding my  
leash.

All of the males made their way to  the gate; accessing the pool and garden 
area, and all I could do was to  follow.

Once inside the enclosed back  yard, I instantly saw Jordan standing 
alongside some lady; who apparently was  grading his work prior to lunch. Jordan 
either didn't want to look in my  direction or he had been instructed not to. I got 
a sad feeling in my soul, when  he didn't acknowledge my presence.

Master  went over and spoke to the lady for several minutes and then she 
left; making  her way into the house.
The boy was then beckoned by my Master and he  proceeded to move in His 
direction; with me following  behind.

Master began speaking to this Mark  kid, as the boys' father had taken up 
residence on one of the many lounge chairs  surrounding the pool.

I listened intently  to my Master speaking. However, he was telling this 
teenager the differences  between me and Jordan; which in many ways, seemed to be 
putting me down a peg or  two.

Mark kept saying that he understood  everything Master was saying, as my 
Master invited him to make use of the  pristine pool.

The boy dropped my leash,  and grasped one of Jordans' hands; pulling Jordan 
behind as if he was some kind  of baby. They walked over to the far end of the 
pool, where I saw Jordan begin  to undress the boy. Each article of clothing 
Jordan took off; he folded neatly  and placed it on one of the available  
chairs.

"DAD! DAD!," the boy called out,  "I don't have my swimsuit. What am I 
supposed to do without my suit,  dad?"

Master, the butler and the boys'  father all began laughing simultaneously. 
"Jesus, Mark, it's just us men and  slaves here. Have you not ever gone 
skinny-dipping  before?"

>From where I was, all I could see  was the teenagers' lily white ass; as he 
had his hands clasped over his cock and  balls. It was rather funny, but I knew 
I couldn't laugh along with the others. I  don't think this kid has spent 
five minutes in the sun, as I couldn't even see a  tan line, which most teenagers 
get from wearing their 'board shorts' all  summer.

It was even funnier when the  housekeeper came out with a tray of cold 
drinks; and the boy froze in his  tracks, his hands like cement, covering his  
genitals.

Funny how the housekeeper knows  just the right time to make an appearance, 
wouldn't you say. Any way, the boy  was stark naked, totally embarrassed and 
time was a wasting. Now we'd all get to  see his 'equipment', one way or the 
other; as his dad pushed himself up from the  lounger.

"Mark, come here this instant!  Stop acting like a fucking sissy boy. Do you 
want your own slave or don't you!"  the boys' dad barked out in a rather 
unpleasant tone of  voice.

Mark turned around, facing his  father, with hands glued over his cock and 
balls. It was hilarious to see the  teenager walk while covering up his 
privates. And, the ever vigilant housekeeper  was watching every move the boy made.

"Why  are you covering yourself? Don't you think that we've all seen a penis 
and  scrotum before? Now act your age and stand tall like a real man is 
supposed to."  The father said to his totally red faced  son.

As tears began to roll down the boys'  face, he moved his hands to his sides. 
"Jesus almighty" Yelled the  father.

I couldn't see what he was yelling  about, but I sure could hear every 
fucking word.  

Apparently, Mark had shaved his nuts; for  some yet unknown reason. His 
father was furious and in an instant back handed  his son so hard that the poor kid 
fell sideways into the pool.  

Master went running, in defense of the  teenager; telling the boys' dad that 
a lot of teenage boys do it, apparently to  entice the girls to lick and suck 
on their boy balls. From what little I could  hear, I don't think that the 
father was buying that  reasoning.

Mark stayed in the pool,  clinging onto the side; shielding his cock and 
balls from everyone's inquiring  eyes.

Jordan moved swiftly, pouring the  lad a cool drink and delivering it to him 
poolside; which apparently had a  de-fusing effect on the teenagers' dad. 

The boy even thanked Jordan, which in itself was a rather odd thing to do; as 
 I'd never heard anyone thanking a slave before. Jordan kept his own body 
between  that of Mark and his father, presumably to perhaps shield the boys' fear 
and  shame from dear old dad.

It wasn't long  before Mark invited Jordan into the pool; which again seemed 
odd. Jordan  apparently got an approving nod from my Master and slithered into 
the crystal  clear water, standing not to far from the red faced  youth.

One could cut the icy silence with  a knife, as the bystanders, watched with 
anticipation. Marks' dad moved over to  poolside and bending down quietly 
apologized to his son for the physical  retribution he had inflicted on his only  
child.

I was still amazed at how things  around here could change faster than a bolt 
of lightning. I suppose in time that  I would learn to accept and perhaps 
even understand how and why some humans act  the way they do. All I can say is 
that my dad never, EVER, hit me when I was  growing up.

It didn't take long before the  two males in the pool began to frolic around 
like two school age kids,  apparently enjoying one another's company. I again 
couldn't believe my eyes, as  I watched a free man playing in a pool with a 
slave. I think I would have been  much better off if I hadn't been exposed to 
this sort of demonstration. I can  only imagine what was going through the minds 
of the housekeeper and butler as  their eyes seemed glued to the two naked 
forms in the pool. Didn't they get to  see enough naked males when the boys came 
by to make the porno  flicks?

Thankfully Master put me out of my  misery, by commanding me to 'trot off and 
get all cleaned up'. I felt a rush of  relief as I quickly made my way to our 
 cottage.

No sooner had I entered the  cottage than I noticed that something had 
changed. A weird looking wooden 'X'  had been placed directly in the center of our 
room. It was held up by a series  of wooden legs, and the whole thing was 
ominous looking. The wood was smooth and  had been stained a dark rich brown; with 
what appeared to be an epoxy finish of  some kind. It was the only thing 
different in our cottage that I could readily  detect.

I took my sweet time with my enema  and an even longer time with my shower. I 
allowed the warmth of the water to  sooth away any soreness I may have had 
and to allow my body to relax for just  this once. It felt so good, that I 
didn't want to turn the water off.  

Jordan finally showed up to do his own  cleanings as I knelt by the bed, 
waiting to be instructed. The ever present and  vigilant butler showed up with our 
evening meal, before Jordan had finished  bathing; so I took it upon myself 
to simply wait until he was done so that we  both might eat together. If I 
could seize any chance to speak with him, I was  going to.

We were about half way through  our dinner when the door sprung open. 
Standing there, juggling a large tray of  food was Mark. He stepped in and used his 
foot to push the door closed. Nothing  could have prepared me for what I saw, 
other than the food tray. Mark was  naked.

It was quite obvious that Jordan  and I were staring wide eyed at the naked 
youth as he spoke up, "What's the  matter, haven't you slaves ever seen a naked 
free man before? I just figured now  that everybody around this fucking place 
has seen me without my clothes on that  I'd stay this way for awhile. I just 
wanted to come down a watch you two slaves  eat. I told dad that I didn't 
believe it when your Master said you guys ate out  of bowls without any eating 
utensils."

The  teenager sat on our bed, shoveling down his food as if it was his last 
meal;  while he kept an intent eye on us while we finished our dinners. He 
didn't say  anything the entire time; as he seemed quite satisfied with just 
watching us eat  and then kneeling, waiting our Masters.

Thankfully we didn't have to wait long. At least now we, or I, didn't have to 
 feel like a fish in a fish bowl; with him just staring at me all the  time.

Both of our Masters arrived,  preceded through the door by the boys' father. 
I was quickly instructed to stand  and then place myself face up on the wooden 
'X'. The wood felt nice against my  smooth skin and as I doing my best to 
keep my head level, Master Doc moved  something beneath the 'X' which instantly 
gave a cushioned support to my neck  and head. It felt better than the pillows 
which we'd been given to sleep  with.

With a Master on either side of my  prone body, they began to fasten me down 
to the 'X' with nylon webbing. The  straps were placed about a foot apart; 
beginning with my ankles up to and  including my hip joint. Wider straps were 
then placed just above my hips and  concluded just above my nipple line.

I was  for all intents and purposes left immobile; which seemed rather 
strange to be  happening in front of what I'd call 'complete strangers'. It wasn't 
as if this  was the same as back in school. I didn't think I'd ever be put on 
'display' like  this for someone else's amusement.

Master  Doc then went and unlocked the two cupboards, allowing the doors to 
stay open.  He called for Jordan and the next thing I knew, Jordan was wheeling 
something  extremely medical looking towards me. It had a clear jar, a motor 
and foot after  foot of clear hose.

Then I could do no  more than to watch as my Master and Marks' dad fastened 
my arms down; completing  the job by putting a wide band of leather over my 
forehead; leaving me totally  at Masters' mercy.


I heard  Marks' dad saying something to him and the next minute, Mark was 
presenting my  mouth with a butt plug to suck on. "Wicked kewl,man." Mark said as 
if he'd just  opened up a Christmas present. He stood there his green eyes 
glaring down at my  face; apparently thrilled that his father had just included 
him in the  'festivities'.

Mark, then seemed more  interested with what Master Doc was doing between my 
legs; so he quickly left me  alone. 

I could only surmise that it was  in fact Master Doc between my legs; I 
couldn't see down my body anymore. My  thing was lifted up and before I knew what 
was going on, I could feel the heavy  steel ring of my Prince Albert sliding 
out from my cock. I felt sort of naked  now, not feeling the weight anymore. 
Then the steel bindings around the base of  my thing and the steel ball 
separators were  removed.

My Master came forward to inform  me that after my lesson, the thing and 
pleasure balls would be 'dressed' again.  At least somebody here had the 
forethought to at least tell me something. It is,  or was, after all my body they were 
toying around  with.

The cool and wet feeling of slimy  lubricant was easily detected as someone 
was lathering my thing and balls in the  stuff. If they had kept it up much 
longer, I sure as hell would have gotten a  stiffy.

A 'snap' sound, followed by the  sound of the motor running got my undivided 
attention. With the motor whirring  away, it was difficult if not impossible, 
to hear what Master Doc was saying to  the small group; which sure as fucking 
hell seemed to now include Jordan. I  guess I'm pre-judging Jordan, as I can't 
see him; so I really don't know if he's  standing around watching or doing 
something  else.

There was an instant where I felt  something hard, encompassing my balls; 
then whatever it is, began to suck my  balls away from my body. There was a 
certain amount of discomfort at first, but  I sort of knew that soon it would turn 
into pain.  

I detected a change in the sound of the  motor, as I could now feel my thing 
being sucked into this machine, BACKWARDS! I  began to scream behind the plug, 
as my body involuntarily began to thrash about  beneath all of the bindings. 

I tried to  display some 'bravery' at this point but such an attempt was 
futile. It wasn't  but a fraction in time before my thing actually straighten out 
all by itself;  which apparently was the expected results that Master Doc had  
intended.

Another change in the sound of  the motor and more power was being used to 
rip my cock and balls off, or so I  thought. My eyes blinked continuously, 
trying to get the salty tears out. No one  seemed the least bit interested in me, 
except for my thing and balls. Whatever  had the 'death grip' on my family 
pride, sure was doing its' job. I'm guessing,  but I think Master Doc used his 
hand to elevate the damn thing, which put added  strain and stress to my thing. I 
could faintly see the top of the tube, with the  clear plastic tube running 
out from the top of it. He pushed it back and forth,  and from side to side; 
which, again, wasn't doing me the least bit of good.  

It was a considerable length of time  before the motor went silent, but my 
'equipment' was still nestled tightly  inside of the clear tube. As Master Doc 
began to wiggle the cylinder around I  heard him say, "You need to go slow when 
you vacuum a slave. Twenty minutes on,  ten off, twenty on; until you've 
completed about two hours worth the first time.  

The seal against my skin was broken and  Master Doc carefully extracted the 
cylinder from my body. My balls still hurt,  and I sure as hell wasn't looking 
forward to yet another 'treatment' in just  under ten minutes.

I'm pretty sure that  Master, as well as Mark, got a chance to use the vacuum 
on me. The only reason  why I'm saying this is because I caught a glimpse of 
each of them with their  hand on the cylinder as it was sliding down over my 
thing. As difficult as it  was, for me to endure the pain of having my balls 
and thing sucked nearly off my  body; I couldn't help but to still feel 
concerned about  Jordan.

I was to find out later, that he'd  been on his knees the whole time; giving 
his Master a blow job. I was sort of  relieved when Jordan was able to tell me 
that bit of  news.

Master stayed behind, after all of  the other adults had left the cottage. He 
seemed to be in a rather mellow mood,  not to mention a passionate one as 
well.

With the lights already dimmed for the night, and even as Jordan laid next to 
me  Master was between my legs making what I'd consider to be uninhibited 
love to my  tunnel.

He was so gentle with each stroke,  as his manhood not only filled my tunnel 
but as rubbed across my 'hard spot'. I  was surprised, I guess, that Master 
was able to fuck me for so long. All the  other times, few they may be, were 
over in a couple of minutes; but I must also  remember that some of them were 
done by men who had been 'without' for some  time.

Almost immediately after Master had  planted his seed, he gently lifted me 
right up off the bed and carried me into  the shower; where he set about giving 
me a small enema. After that, Master put  my plug back up inside me and also 
re-installed all of the metallic hardware  that encompasses my thing and balls. 
He did it all, with such caring and  subtlety that I began to think he was an 
entirely different person.  

Master even carried me back to bed, where  he slowly lowered my body onto the 
mattress. "Sleep well you slaves," Master  said in a hushed tone; just before 
he leaned over and kissed us both on our  lips. I again had to wonder, and I 
know it's wrong for a slave to think; but  what is the purpose of Master being 
extra kind to us on this particular  night.

As I lay there, I couldn't help but  to still feel the aches and pains in my 
thing and balls from the previous  training exercise. Pictures of the men 
taking joy and pleasure with, danced in  my head.

I was beginning to get sleepy,  and I hadn't even talked with Jordan the 
whole day; and I still had many things  to talk about. I could feel his hand 
slowly rubbing my leg, just like the night  before. I rolled onto my side, facing 
him and wrapped my own arm over his torso.  We embraced for quite some time 
before we each were in our own dream  land.

My morning routine went without a  hitch, and I was even getting better at 
making the best use of time in the  shower. I think I spent more time washing 
than I did with the enema. Jordan and  I spoke about 'his' yesterday, and I was 
rather pleased to hear that he didn't  like the flower and shrub part all that 
 much.

We didn't have to wait long for  breakfast either; but the butler wasn't the 
one who brought it down to us. The  housekeeper bounced inside like it was 
some sort of special day or something.  She had the biggest smile on her face and 
a 'bounce' in her step.  

After placing our bowls on the floor, she  simply stood there watching us. 
She apparently wasn't going to leave us alone,  like the butler usually does. 
Thankfully, after all that I'd been through the  last two or three weeks, being 
naked in front of her wasn't even on my radar.  What did peak my interest was 
when she began speaking to  us.

"I see that your Master's and their  guest had a wonderful time here 
yesterday. I'm particularly interested in which  one of you two slaves gave that kid 
Mark and his old man the blowjobs. That's  all they talked about when they came 
up to the house after leaving you two  miscreants."

Lifting my face from the  bowl, I turned and looked in Jordan's direction. He 
kept on eating, but I could  easily see that his face had turned a bright 
red. What a way to start my day. He  only told me about giving Master Doc a 
blowjob, not the two guests. Again, it  seems like he got the 'easy' job, while I 
got tortured. I don't think I'll ever  understand any of this, least not to 
where I'd ever consider staying a slave. I  can't wait to talk to dad again and 
maybe I can convince him that I've learned  my lesson and am ready to enter 
into the family  business.

Ever so thankful that the  housekeeper started talking again, distracting my 
mind away from the disparaging  emotions I was ever so quickly feeling, as she 
began "And I bet you two slaves  didn't know, but young Master Eric spent the 
night in the guest room. Apparently  he convinced his father to let him stay 
through the weekend. Last I saw of him  he was in your Master's study watching 
some of the latest slave training  techniques, and I even caught him spanking 
his monkey while he was watching one  of the 'vanilla' gay flicks."

If that  don't bet all! The fucking kid must have been born with a silver 
spoon in his  mouth, and has got dear old dad wrapped around his little finger. 
Two more days  until Friday, yippee! Then the little twit can hang around with 
all the gay kids  and most likely get his cock sucked two or three times a 
day. Just keep him away  from me, that's all I was thinking.

The  housekeeper picked up our empty bowls and as usual, copped a feel of my 
ass  before leaving. I looked into Jordans' eyes, and he knew that I was upset 
with  him for not telling me everything. I didn't have to say a single word; 
he knew  just by the expression on my face that I was pissed  off.

Both Masters appeared and as quickly  as they'd entered; they leashed the two 
of us and Jordan was off to do his  thing, and I was led up to the barn 
passing the cart on the  way.

The workers had already assembled and  were steadily working away. Master 
stopped just outside the barn and reached  into a shopping bag and retrieved a 
pair of leather sandals; instructing me to  put them on.

Master proceeded to call out  to someone in the barn, who it turns out is 
sorta the job foreman. This man was  really a stud. I bet there isn't five 
percent body fat on him and it was so easy  to see that he was 'hung like a mule'

The  two men proceeded to exchange words for several minutes, before Master 
informed  me that my task today was to help the workers inside the barn. I was 
thankful  that I didn't have to haul the water cart around, but then again I 
didn't know  what sort of work I'd be required to do for the workers in the  
barn.

As it turned out, I carried old  lumber out of the barn and tossed it in a 
big pile. Then I'd lug the new lumber  into the barn; even helping some of the 
workers while they drilled holes and  screwed the lumber into place. I don't 
mind telling you that some of the pieces  of wood were a hell of a lot bigger 
than your normal two by fours. One or two  other workers also helped out, doing 
the same work as I was doing. It seems that  they had some kind of bet going 
on, as to which of the three of us would tire  out first. None of the workers 
made any remarks towards me the entire day. None  of them seemed to mind that I 
was a naked slave and they treated me almost as an  equal; that is until 
lunch time when I had to eat from my bowl. I don't really  think they liked having 
to watch me eat that way, but there was nothing I could  do about it. One of 
them even offered me a soda, but he quickly realized that I  couldn't have it 
unless it was in my bowl. He gave me the saddest look, as he  poured it into 
the bowl; but I managed to give him a big smile and he must have  sensed that 
the smile stood for a big 'thank  you'.

By afternoons end, I was fatigued  beyond belief but just knowing that I kept 
up with the workers was a big  personal satisfaction. I hadn't done a days 
hard labor until I'd come here to  the plantation, but I was really beginning to 
feel better about myself not to  mention that in just two short days I could 
begin to see the start to muscle  definition.

The workers did what they  needed to do, prior to leaving for the day. The 
tools were put away, there were  no scraps of trash or old lumber to be found 
inside the barn and each one of  them came over and complimented me on doing a 
good hard days job. Before I knew  it, I was all alone in the barn. I didn't 
dare head back to the cottage without  permission, so I just began to look 
around the barn and see if I could figure  out just what it is that the workers are 
 constructing.

After several minutes, it  was as if a light came on in my brain. The barn 
was being converted into a slave  building; new partitions, the new plastic 
plumbing pipes, the heavy beams  overhead and the miles of electrical wiring over 
head. Unlike dads' school, with  its stone walkways, concrete floors etc; this 
place was more or less being made  of wood. I could even see one or two areas 
where it looks like it might be the  frame work for a slave's cot. I'm glad 
that I'm not the one who has to be  sanding all of this wood. It would take me 
a month to do it by myself. I guess  Master and the workers will be using 
those new high speed electrical sanders, so  that nobody ends up getting splinters 
in their  body.

The sudden appearance of Mark  startled me and to anyone watching, it would 
seem as if I had jumped two feet  into the air when he began speaking. "Your 
Master wants you to 'trot off' and  get cleaned up. He said that he'll meet up 
with you in the cottage; so you'd  best be getting your fag ass going, you 
silly queer boy."  

Little did the twerp know, but at that  precise moment I so much wanted to 
punch his fucking lights out; but being the  better of the two, I simply began 
to hustle my way back to the cottage, leaving  him there watching my naked body 
make its' way  home.

By the time I was soaping my body  down, I'd gotten over the teenagers snide 
remarks, and by the time I'd gotten  out of the shower Master was standing 
right there; apparently watching me for  quite some time.

"You've put in a good  days work slave. So tonight, I feel it proper and 
just, to reward you for all  your efforts. Tonight you shall dine in the main  
house."

I was beaming with undeserved  pride, as I quickly dried off. Just as we were 
leaving the cottage Jordan and  Mark were on their way in. I didn't allow 
myself to even acknowledge Jordan, let  alone the punk ass bitch of a teenager.

Being my first time inside the house, it brought back instant memories of my 
own  home, my mom, and my friends. As we'd entered via the kitchen, I could 
quite  easily smell the food being prepared for supper. The housekeeper gave me 
a smile  and a wink; as I followed Master down a long and carpeted hall. It 
felt awesome  on my feet, and it was just another one of those moments that 
brings back  memories of days past.

When we got to  Masters' den, He took a seat in a chair almost like one of 
the ones in dads'  home office. I could see several, no many, framed 
photographs. I even saw some  of me when I was just a little kid and there were some 
there of my mom. There  were several larger framed collages of what appeared to be 
some of the boys who  I'd seen the other day; all in various poses or 
postures involved in sexual  acts. There were three or four large hand crafted stone 
images of naked men  placed rather strategically around the room as  well.

Master beckoned me to sit on his  lap, which I quickly did. He began to 
stroke my chest and legs at the same time.  It sent rushes of passionate heat 
coursing through my  body.

Master remained silent throughout  his groping of my body. I continued to 
cast my eyes on to every inch of the room  that I could easily see. I noticed 
what looked like whips laying behind one of  the chairs and some medieval looking 
iron cuffs and a collar sitting on top of  the sofa. Propped up in one corner 
were several wooden poles which looked to  have eyebolts attached. Other than 
those few items, Masters' den looked like any  other mans den.

We remained seated from  quite some time, or at least it seemed to be a long 
time, when the housekeeper  entered and announced that dinner was  served.

As Master began to exit his den,  he stopped dead in his tracks and turned to 
face me saying, "You've already made  one big mistake already, do you want to 
try for  two?"

For the life of me, I didn't have a  clue as to what he meant by that. I must 
have had the dumbest look on my face,  because Master had to actually point 
his finger to the floor. Jesus, how fucking  dumb can I be.

I dropped to the floor onto  my hands and knees and followed Master to the 
dining room. This room reminds me  of a true to life dinning room on a southern 
mansion. Its ambiance is beyond  words which can describe it. 

Another  predicament I found myself in was what to do next. I'm like 
thinking, am I  expected to sit on a chair and eat like a free man? I'm going to 
finally get to  use a fork and spoon? 

Master sat at the  head of the table and as he adjusted his chair he simply 
snapped his finger and  pointed to the floor next to his chair.

I  knelt in silence, with my head bent down, as Master ate his meal. It was, 
by all  known senses of smell, a meal of red meat, garlic mashed potatoes and  
vegetables. My poor stomach was growling so loud that I just knew Master,  
himself, must have heard it rumble.

The  next time that the housekeeper came into the dining room, I detected the 
odor of  pecan pie. Master and I at least had one thing in common; the love 
of such a  pie.

As Master ate his dessert, I heard  the housekeeper scraping his plate and 
thought to myself that such a thing done  at the table is quite rude; well, at 
least at my house it was considered a rude  thing to do.

Before I knew what was  happening, the housekeeper came from behind and 
placed a plate full of food on  the floor. It was all bits and pieces left over 
from my Masters plate, but I  didn't give a shit. It was real food! As much as I 
wanted to chomp it right  down, I didn't. I savored every mouth full, and 
chewed it up so fine before I  swallowed it.

I was still eating, when  Master began to rub my head and neck; sending 
shivers down my spine. I'd  forgotten that he and the housekeeper were present; as 
I was so engrossed in my  first real meal in a long time.

I hadn't  lifted my face off the plate more than an inch and the housekeeper 
snatched it  away from me, saying to Master, "The slave must like my cooking, 
as he's even  licked the plate clean."

Soon, we were in  yet another room. It looked like a small private theater of 
sorts. There I was  commanded to 'sit'. I maneuvered myself so that I was 
sitting 'Indian' style,  which apparently met with Masters'  approval.

"Well slave, as your final  reward for doing well today, I'm going to allow 
you some time to watch a few  movies. When the movies are over, I'll come back 
and get you and then we'll  retire for the night."

Movies? We'll  retire for the night???

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