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SAIL AWAY CHAPTER  FORTY


I was not sure what to expect when the large screen came to life; perhaps I 
was  thinking that I'd be watching more instructional videos just like those at 
 school. I can honestly say, now, that the video wasn't actually what I'd 
call  instructional.

I instantly recognized most of the 'actors', as being the boys I'd met just 
the  other day. I was pleasantly surprised by the fact of the video not looking 
 anything like the run of the mill video (s) I used to watch over at one of 
my  friends home. This appeared to be a top quality production including the 
'stage'  it was filmed on.  

Before I paid any attention to the action on the screen, I concentrated on 
the  room itself. Sure the boys were on a luxurious bed in all degrees of sex; 
but  what I was taken back with was the fact that I could tell that the room 
was used  for more than casual sex. In the distance, I could easily see items 
hanging on  the wall, which for the most part resembled some of the things at 
school, not to  mention that the wall appeared to be covered in some sort of 
sound deadening  material and black at  that.

I then, only then, began to watch the teens having a gay old time on the bed. 
 Four males all sucking, fucking and kissing, non-stop, and the sound was so  
refined that I could hear everything including the words spoken and the 
moaning  and groaning. I found myself enthralled with the sexual frenzy. I found it 
easy,  once I'd watched for several minutes, to become enormously captivated 
by the sex  and the naked males. I felt the blood making way past my cinch 
ring and  engorging my thing. If you never got stiff while wearing a heavy steel 
cinch  ring, you don't know what the feeling is really  like.

I wanted to stroke myself, but I knew that such action would surely be 
detected,  if not seen on some hidden camera, so I endured the frustration and 
focused all  of my attention on the flick. I think one of the things I found 
interesting was  the fact that unlike the cheap productions, where you get to see 
the 'money  shot', you knew that each of the boy's orgasms was happening either 
in a mouth  or up someone's butt.  

I suppose I can see the why and how of the success of Masters' video sales. 
Such  quality productions and the magnificent stature of the males would make 
just  about any gay male drool. The only dismal moment for me was when I 
noticed that  all of them still had their body hair; and oh how, at times I miss  
mine.

Amazingly, I watched the whole video and wasn't any less a person for 
watching  it. I have to say that the boys seemed genuinely interested in one another, 
as  if they had an attraction for their peers. Nothing, and I do mean 
nothing,  seemed to be staged or rehearsed.  

I felt tired, now that I'd watched a movie, had eaten twice and the subtle  
movement of the cool air surrounding me seemed to be bathing me in a comforting 
 blanket. I rearranged myself so that my legs were out straight, my 
'equipment'  was in no danger of being injured and I found it quite comfortable to lean 
back  against one of the leather chairs in the screening room. I closed my 
eyes,  thinking that I'd get a rest because the screen had gone blank and I 
could only  assume that when Master was ready; he'd come for me or send for  me.

I instantly began thinking of Jordan and Alan; wondering, the 'what if". What 
if  I actually was gay, you know, like 100 percent queer? What if, Jordan 
meant what  he'd said to me?  What if, I went to work at the school (with dad); 
would I  find it a life altering job? What if, I ended up being a slave for the 
rest of  my life? What if, this kid Mark ends up with Jordan as his personal 
slave or  worse yet,  ME?

I knew now, that I'd been dreaming, or at least thought so, when I heard a  
familiar voice. I listened for a moment or two, but I couldn't see in my mind  
who was speaking to me. As the voice continued to speak, I slowly opened my  
eyes; thinking perhaps that maybe, just maybe, the entire slavery thing is  
nothing more than a bad  dream.

The screen was illuminated, but only in the center. As the cloudiness lifted  
from my eyes, I could finally see who it was that's talking to me. The more 
my  vision cleared the better I could  focus.

Sitting on a lounge chair, bathing in the darkness of the night was Alan. 
Now,  I'm pissed that I didn't waken sooner; as for now, I had no idea what he'd 
said  already. I couldn't get my eyes off of his smooth bare chest as he 
spoke. It  looked like his body was bathed in a halo of light, with most everything 
else in  the throws of the night; it looked very 'romantic', if that would be 
a proper  descriptive word to  use.

"I honestly did reply to that email from the guy aboard ship; you must 
believe  me." Alan said, at a point where I began concentrating on words rather than 
 visual effects. "I've also seen the photographs and one of the videos that 
your  mom left with my dad. Jesus, they sure did 'ring' you up; but not to 
sound mean  or nothing, you look great. I want you to know that dad gave his 
permission for  me to make this video and I'm hoping that you will be able to see 
it.  

I met your mom and she seems quite nice; and she is really concerned about 
your  ass; no pun intended. And now that everything is unraveling, well, I have 
to  tell you that I've even met your dad; but that was awhile ago. You see, 
dad and  him had a few meetings here way back when dad wanted to start using 
slaves  around the house. I'm pretty sure that on one of those times, he must 
have  figured out that I was gay, unless dad told him. Anyway, that's not why I'm 
 sending you this  video.

If you really enjoy being a slave, that's great. I still don't know all the  
particulars that got you where you are today, but I'm getting bits and pieces 
on  a steady basis. You know how it is when your parents talk between 
themselves;  one can't but to hear something you ain't supposed to hear. I haven't 
said  anything to anybody, except my closest friends; and you know who they are, 
so  you're not to worry about your group of buddies finding out that what you 
look  like and what you are doing.  
I'm sure  your dad wouldn't have done all this to you, unless he had a bigger 
plan for you  in the months and years to come. I know you must be pissed off 
at him, and maybe  even me, although I didn't have anything to do with any of 
this shit, which I'm  hoping that you believe  me.

But, I gotta tell you one thing, which you probably already know. Above  
everything else you must obey your Master as if he was a god. Nothing else in  the 
world matters right now, except that you obey him and do what he tells you.  
If it wasn't for your Master, you'd probably be a slave without nuts, in some  
far away country where they beat the crap out of you just for fun; not to  
mention being raped by man and beast seven days a week. Trust me on that, won't  
you?

Now, I gotta keep this short so that I'll have a better chance at getting 
this  to you. Listen up here; it's important what I'm going to say. If, and only 
if, I  speak with my dad and he speaks with your Master, maybe I can arrange a 
visit to  see you before your enslavement becomes official and legal down 
there. Besides,  I'd love nothing better than to spend some private time alone 
with you, just the  two of us if you know what I'm  saying."

I was glued to the screen watching him speak each and every word, but then 
when  he completed that last sentence the camera started to move and I thought 
Alan's  video was going to end. Instead, I began to see why the camera was 
moving. It  moved down his Zeus like chest and abdomen and their in the presence 
of the gods  above was the pool boy sucking on Alan's  cock.

"I'd be interested to see if you can handle my cock, just like this 'boy' 
can;  and besides I'm sure that I could come up with a bunch more things the two 
of us  can do together.  Bye for now; hugs and kisses to  you."

Once  again the screen feel silent and left me feeling a huge emptiness in my 
heart  and soul. I'm not sure if it was just being homesick or what, but just 
having  the few minutes of seeing and hearing Alan made me happy yet sad. I'm 
glad that  he knows where I am, and that he's met mom and all that other 
stuff. I'm not too  happy that he's seen my pictures and I sure as hell don't know 
what video he has  watched of me. I sure as hell hope he does get to see 
anymore, that's for  sure!

The whole evening, being alone, was of some relief. At least I got to rest, 
and  especially good that I got to see and hear Alan. It gave me something to 
hold on  to, which just might get me out of here some day. I know, I know! I'm 
not  supposed to be thinking and for sure I'm not supposed to hold out hope 
that I'll  be miraculously  rescued.

With carpet on the floor, I couldn't hear any footsteps; but fortunately I  
caught a quick glimpse of a bare leg coming up along side of me and I instantly 
 got up onto my knees, bowing my  head.

"Follow me slave," came the baritone voice of my Master. "Do I need to put 
your  leash on, or will you be following behind me  properly?"

I didn't know that I was expected to answer Master; but He quickly and in his 
 own way, told me that for the rest of the night that I was permitted to 
speak  when asked a  question.

"Sir, yes Sir," I squeaked out, "Your slave shall follow properly  Master."

I dropped to my hands, and proceeded to follow my Master out of the screening 
 room, into the bright lights of the hallway. It was the first time all day 
that  I'd just now got to notice the camera man, stud. He was ahead of Master, 
walking  backwards filming the two of  us.

Up a wide, spiral staircase we climbed; passing both the butler and the  
housekeeper as they were descending the stairs. Down another short hallway until  
we went through two huge wooden doors, made of solid maple with bright brass  
door knobs.  

Once in the room, it was plain to see that it was opulent. Everything seemed 
to  be placed just right and the lights were, how shall I say, rather 
conducive to a  romantic  setting.

Master spoke softly to the camera man, briefly; as the stud was rapidly 
making a  few adjustments to what appeared to be several video cameras 
strategically  placed about the room. I noticed that each camera had a cable leading from 
it,  to some sort of junction box mounted on the wall. I realized quite fast 
that  everything was going to be seen live and in color someplace else in the  
house.

As the stud was exiting the room, I could hear Master Doc speaking to 
someone. A  quick, unauthorized, glace towards the doors explained the voices. At 
first all  I could see was Master Doc walking passed our doors and then came 
Mark; who was  holding a thick rope. At the end of the rope was Jordan, crawling 
on all fours,  with the rope attached to his 'pleasure balls'. Jordan not once 
looked anywhere  but down. I felt a pang of sympathy for him, but I suppose 
it's something that  he likes, being a pain slave and all that  stuff.

The two large doors closed and clicked solidly together, as Master moved away 
 from me; heading presumably into another room. I snapped out of my 
mini-trance  and quickly caught up to  Him.

I ended up following Master into His bathroom. It was a large if not larger 
than  my bedroom back home. It too was simply beautiful, not to mention 
complete with  a Jacuzzi. There must have been two dozen lit candles, of all shapes 
and sizes.  The aroma was hypnotic.  Masters' bathtub seemed to be big enough 
for four  grown  people.

"Now then slave," Master began, "I want you to start by running my bath 
water.  Don't make it to hot or to cold. Once you've got that done, I expect you to 
 undress me. Do you  understand?"

"Master, yes Master," I said with a degree of conviction to my  voice.

"While in this room, if need be slave, you will be permitted off of your 
knees  and  hands."

Since that wasn't a question I didn't have to speak, but I chose to; by 
thanking  Master. I think Master liked it when I spoke with me showing  gratitude.

Once the water seemed to be filling the tub, at the proper degree of  
temperature, I turned my attention to Masters' clothing. I don't believe Master  
noticed, but I got a quick look at his face, and it was smiling, full of  pleasure 
and  pride.

It was odd and awkward for me to be standing here, like this, trying to 
unbutton  Masters' shirt. First off, I'd never disrobed another person before, 
except  well, once I tore the clothes off of the skanky bitch I was getting ready 
to  fuck; but that was early last year. I couldn't at first figure out why the 
 buttons were on the wrong side, but then I wised  up.

I moved behind Master and slid the shirt from his shoulders and arms. Only 
then  did I realize, just by Masters' scent, that he must have already had His 
shower.  I folded his shirt the best I could and placed it on a cushioned 
little seat  thing. I returned to Masters' front side and unbuttoned His Tommy 
Hilfiger  shorts, followed by slowly unzipping them.  

One by one, Master lifted his feet so that the shorts would be free and I 
placed  them too on the fancy stool thing. As Master stood there before me, 
naked; it  was really the first time that I got to see just how in shape He was. 
All of the  other times when He'd been naked, I was to nervous and scared to 
take notice.  For a man nearing forty, He looked as if He was in His early 
thirties at  most.

Master moved to the tubs edge and stood perfectly still. It took a moment 
before  I realized that He wanted me to turn off the water first; which I hastily 
did.  As He stepped into the tub, I resumed my kneeling position. His body 
gleamed  with manliness, as the candle light bounced and flicked off of His 
nearly  perfect  skin.

"Well slave," Master said in a soft, forgiving tone of voice, "Let's see what 
 you've learned. Kindly take this sponge and gave your Master a  bath."

"Master, yes Master," I said with nothing less than fervor and  appreciation.

I took the sponge and began carefully washing Masters' back. After a few 
minutes  of washing, I found myself admiring the musculature of my Master. "You'll 
never  finish if you don't keep your mind on your duties, slave." Master said 
with a  slight  chuckle.

"Yes, Master, sorry Master."  

I wasn't sure what to do next, now that I'd just finished scrubbing His back. 
I  moved forward just enough so that Master could see me, and knelt there in  
silence. I had expected, or at least thought, that Master would raise his 
legs  so that I may have the privilege of bathing them. A big friendly smile 
erupted  on Masters'  face.

"Well slave," He began, "you can't wash the rest of me from out  there."

Not that I was feeling stupid or nothing like that, but I never thought 
Master  had expected me, a slave, to be in His tub, with Him. Master splashed the  
surface of the water with his hand, still maintaining a gleeful smile on his  
face.  

Whatever I was, or wasn't doing, seemed to be pleasing my Master and all of a 
 sudden I didn't want anything to change. Nothing, nada, zilch; for now I was 
 going to do whatever it took to keep that smile right where it  is.

As I climbed into the tub Master spread his legs out so that I might kneel  
between them; and that's exactly what I did. As I began to wash His shoulders,  
the twinkling of the candles made Masters' eyes seem to come alive with 
passion  and premonition. I wished that I was able to read His  thoughts.

I washed all the way down his chest and stomach, noting that Master must 
shave  his torso; as it was completely void of body hair. I hesitated briefly, 
then  scooted back just a bit so that I might raise His legs and tend to their 
needs.  I didn't want, nor desired to wash his thick cock and big nuts; and I'm 
sure  Master detected my  reservations.

"The slave is doing a most admirable job, bathing his Master. I'm hoping that 
 the slave hasn't forgotten one last region of his Masters' body." Master 
said,  still without sounding like an ogre. "But I suppose the slave is saving 
the best  for  last?"

I stuttered momentarily before saying, "Master, yes Master." I slowed down 
when  it came time to wash Masters' last leg and I just knew, without even 
looking,  that Master was growing a bit  impatient.

The moment of truth was at hand, literally. After setting Masters leg back 
down  I again moved slightly forward; now staring at my Masters' cock and balls, 
which  were semi-floating without a care in the world.  

I took a noticeable deep breath and placed the sponge on top of Masters' cock 
 and began to slowly work the sponge around in a small circle. Now, we all  
fucking knows what happens when your cock is horny. Master was no different, as 
 his manhood began to poke its' head out from beneath the edge of the sponge. 
I  must have turned ten shades of red, but thankfully the candlelight 
prevented my  Master from detecting my  emotions.

I eased the sponge from His cock to the underside of his nuts and managed to  
guide the sponge in circle like motions. I watched as His cock grew even 
larger  than I thought I  remembered.

"Well done slave, very well done." Master said with a sense of closure.  

Before I knew what was happening, Master eased the sponge from the death grip 
I  had on it and began to wash down my own chest. He seemed to be massaging 
my  shoulders with the sponge and I could even feel the tension and 
embarrassment  leaving my  body.

As if Master had done this a thousand times, he had me sit between his legs; 
as  he began to wash my own legs. When Master finished my legs, He had me 
stand up  in the tub; and he began to wash my thing and balls with diligent care.  

Master had the sponge going back and forth over my thing; which itself was  
rapidly inflating. And, to my surprise Master placed one of my bound balls into 
 His mouth and began to lick and suckle it. The feeling was awesome, to say 
the  very least.  

My thing was so hard it began to hurt; probably from all of the steel 
bindings  on and around it, not to mention the total of three piercings. Masters' 
mouth  moved over to my other ball and it too was bathed in lavish  adorations.

The brain was going a hundred miles an hour, trying to correlate all my 
emotions  and feelings. Let me get this clear, I'm being 'trained' as a sexual 
pleasure  slave? I don't care who or what is giving me so much attention right 
this  second, but it can't stop  now.

The sponge feel into the tub, exposing my erect member, at the same time 
Master  succumbed to releasing my ball. Using His two hands, Master turned me 
around;  facing away from  Him.

With one hand on my hip, the other on my lower back; Master exerted enough  
strength to indicate He wanted me to bend forward. As I did so, I placed my  
hands on my knees for balance. I could detect Master grasping my butt plug and  
from experience (not much) I exhaled while, I put muscles to work  The butt  
plug came out so easy, that I could only attribute it to being relaxed and not  
afraid.

Once more, Master had the sponge in hand, scrubbing away at my tunnel.  
Unknowingly, I re-positioned my hands so that I could spread my cheeks for  Master. 
More pressure was placed on the sponge as Master used short, quick  strokes. 
It was over all to soon, but not before I felt at least two of Masters'  
fingers twinking around inside my tunnel; occasionally brushing up against the  
'hard  spot'.

>From between my legs, Master reached through and started the water draining 
out  of the tub; signaling the end of the bathing  lesson.

After we'd gotten out from the tub, I quickly noticed a large fluffy bath 
towel;  which I used to pat the water droplets from my Masters' body. As I was 
nearing  completion Master spoke to me saying, "Good job, for your first time 
slave; just  keep on improving and you'll do just fine. After you've dried 
yourself, kindly  join me on the  bed."

Having said that, Master without looking back, slowly made his way out of the 
 bathroom and presumably to His bed. Just before I was to begin using the 
damp  towel to dry myself; the need to smell the towel surged over me like a  
hurricane. I smelled Masters' scent, his manliness, his authority over me with  
every breath I  took.

As I crawled toward the bed, it was plain to see that Master was atop the  
sheets, with the bed cover properly pulled down and folded without a  wrinkle.

Master once again used his hand, to pat the bed, coaxing me up to lay 
alongside  Him. I lay next to Master, feeling the warmth of his naked body touching 
mine.  Masters' hand quickly, yet carefully extracting my inner passions as He 
so  delicately stoked both of my bound balls. I didn't have to have eyes, to 
see  that my thing was getting stiffer by the second. My heart rate increased 
as my  breathing seemed to be slowing down.  

Both, Mater and myself lay quietly as if there wasn't any need for words. I  
wasn't sure if Master desired His slave to reciprocate or not; but somehow I  
knew that I must, I wanted to, I needed to and I desired  to.

I was just about to place my hand on Masters' chest, when suddenly I heard a  
muffled, yet distinct scream. My torso began to lift from the bed, but Master 
 quickly moved His hand to my chest and eased me back down, saying, "its okay 
 slave. It is just Master Doc having a pleasurable moment with his slave; not 
to  worry," It could only mean that Jordan was being used in a painful way, 
to which  I tried to distance myself from; at least for  now.

As quickly as I'd heard the scream and reacted; I was equally as quick to 
return  my thoughts to that of only my  Master.

Not once did I feel insecure, used, or coerced as I found great pleasure in  
knowing that I'd made Master feel good; as I nurtured His cock until it 
finally  deposited His seed into my mouth.  

Not once did I feel strange, broken or humiliated as I found great pleasure 
in  knowing that I'd made Master feel good; as I bathed his anus with my tongue 
 until Master seemed over-taken with sheer  delight.

When I woke in the morning, I quickly discovered that I was alone in Masters' 
 bed. The sheet and the comforter had been pulled up over me, covering my 
naked  form. The entire room was bathed in the morning sunlight. I looked around, 
as if  I was in my own room, looking for a clock; but was unable to find one. 
For a  moment or two, I was worried that I'd be severely punished for  
oversleeping.

The door, to the bedroom, slowly opened and the butler appeared at my 
bedside.  "Slave, you must follow me. Your Master has left orders with me to bath you 
this  day."

I was on my hands and knees the instant I slid from the bed; following the  
butler downstairs and yet down one more flight of stairs.  We went into the  
room that looked exactly like the one from last nights video and then into a  
glamorous looking  bathroom.

The butler bathed me and gave me my morning enema; and it seemed as if even 
on  this day he, the butler, was being extra kind and gentle towards my body. 
After  he'd dried me, I followed him up the stairs and into the kitchen where 
my  standard breakfast awaited me. I had forgotten about the pills, until the 
butler  pushed three different ones into my mouth and down my  throat.

By the time I'd finished my meal, the butler was no where to be seen. I 
knelt,  expecting his return but for the longest time I was kept wondering when he 
would  come for me. It gave me time to think. I replayed last night and found 
that none  of my senses, none of my former upbringing, none of my fears of man 
to man love  prevented me from enjoying the memories of the previous  night.

I even thought about what it might be like to have unbridled sex with Jordan 
or  even Alan. I didn't want to stop thinking about it. It was consuming every 
 second of my  life.

I replayed the video, mentally, from Alan and wondered what it would be like, 
 now, if I could watch it over again. Would I learn more the second time? 
Would I  be able to tell if Alan was trying to send me a coded sort of  message?

The entrance of the housekeeper, into the kitchen, broke my concentration. "I 
 see that whatever it is that the slave is thinking about has provided him 
with  an erection," She said in a rather demeaning tone of voice. Sure enough, I 
had a  steel hard  cock.

The butler soon returned and clipped the leash, this time to my nose ring; 
like  I was a farm animal. He was silent throughout, and I had no other choice 
but to  follow him  outside.

I had expected to see Jordan working away at the pool or flowers but he was  
nowhere to be seen. I didn't even see Mark. I could tell that Jordan hadn't 
even  tended to the pool yet; so he must have been assigned another chore this  
morning. The butler led me out the backyard gate; where I was expecting the  
water cart but it too wasn't visible. He continued to led me up to the barn,  
where there seemed to be a bevy of activity going on  already.

I was unclipped and told to report to the foreman, for my assignments and 
then  the butler disappeared. There wasn't that much old lumber to be removed 
today,  as I think we did a damn good job yesterday. The noise level from all the 
 electrical equipment was deafening. I obtained my work assignments and 
quickly  began to unload a new load of lumber along with boxes of nails and screws; 
not  to mention heavy spools of  chain.

Just like yesterday, a couple of workers helped me with the larger stuff and  
everyone seemed used to having me, the naked slave boy around. Perhaps these 
men  were accustomed to working alongside slaves, or else it was just their 
sense of  humanity, that they didn't look down on me, as being lesser a man than 
they.  

It hadn't been long, and the next thing I knew, the workers were stopping for 
 their lunch break. It struck me odd, and I wanted to ask one of them what 
time  of day it was. Surely, Master hadn't intended on me sleeping all morning 
long,  or did  He?

My meal arrived and I ate all of it, although I had to force the last three 
of  four mouthfuls down. The afternoon went great, as we'd unloaded the whole  
trailer of lumber and I even helped out some, inside the  barn.

The construction work seemed to be taking on a definite shape now. There were 
 five 'stalls' on one side of the barn and on the other side were two larger 
open  sided areas. It was in these areas where the workers had secured many 
lengths of  chain from some of the huge beams that were erected yesterday. I 
watched as the  workers hoisted up some rather large pieces of lumber, fixing 
them to the  chains. It was only then that I recognized that the lumber was 
actually a set of  head and wrist stocks. A couple of the workers laughed as they 
finished  attaching it to the chains; with one of them actually putting his 
head and  wrists into the opening as the other worker playful closed the top 
portion. The  moment that they noticed me looking on, the quickly ceased their 
joyful  expressions and the one worker almost pulled his head off trying to 
remove  himself from the heavy stocks. I could have, a perhaps should have, laughed 
at  their antics, but I  didn't.

There was even an electrician working away; apparently I hadn't noticed his  
arrival but he was dutifully working on two separate electric hoists.  

My last assignment for the day was to help out some of the day laborers sand  
down the wood. Thankfully the foreman showed me how to use one of sanders and 
I  was busy the rest of the day. I'd rather preferred to be using the large 
floor  sander machine, but I suppose that one should be thankful he wasn't 
using what  the foreman called, 'elbow grease' to sand with. I did a good days 
work. I  sanded the entire exterior of all five stalls, which was far more than 
the guy  did sanding the interior sides. I never knew how good freshly cut, 
sanded, bare  lumber smelled. It was a refreshing change from having to smell 
soap, food,  shower enemas and other stuff. By days end I was totally exhausted, 
smelling of  sweat and not to mention covered from head to foot with wood 
dust. To a man,  each worker came up and said 'good night' to me; which made me 
feel good, not  important, just good. I was alone inside the barn for some time 
yet and unsure  of what to do; I decided that until I was sent for, that I 
would keep on  sanding. 
Since my arms were worn out, I figured I would attempt to use the floor 
sander.  It wasn't difficult to grasp the proper procedure for sanding the floor. 
In a  way it too was fun. I didn't' have to worry about the other men,  and I  
just let myself go; worry free, as the big machine smoothed out the hardwood  
floors with endless ease. I don't know, didn't know, just how long Master had  
been watching me work; but however long it was, allowed me time to totally  
complete the sanding of the floor. If I had to venture a guess, I'd say that 
not  one splinter could be found in the wood. At least I didn't have to think. 
All I  had to do was work and work I did. By now, I didn't even think of, nor 
feel, the  butt plug or any of my body rings. It just felt so good to have 
completed a full  day of work; which I don't think I ever had to do  before.

It was only when Master placed His hand on my shoulder that I knew it was 
time  to leave the barn. Without telling me what to do, I coiled up the cord to 
the  sander and stored it safely out of the way. Master seemed to still have 
the same  smile on His face from yesterday.  I guess I should have felt bad, but 
I  never gave Master or anyone else a single thought the entire time I was  
working.  However, now my mind had to change gears quickly as I dropped to  
hands and knees. Without a word, Master led the way back to the cottage, which  
seemed rather strange; but I'm learning quickly not to think, nor to ponder the 
 actions of a free man, especially my  Master.

On the way down the hill, I wondered if I'd bee seeing Jordan tonight. I had  
lots to tell him.

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