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Sail Away Chapter Forty  Three


Jordan nudged me awake, long before the lights had come on. By the ring 
dangling  from my thing, he led me into the shower area and eased me down onto my 
knees. I  was fighting to get the sleep from my body, as Jordan placed his cock 
against my  lips. I couldn't help but to notice that it was a raging 
erection; but I soon  learned that Jordan only needed to piss. The torrent of piss 
began flowing and I  swallowed faster than I ever had before. At least during 
this urinal 'training',  Jordan was kind enough to hold the sides of my head and 
gently stroke my skin  with several of his fingers. I found it to be rather a 
romantic moment, even  though a month ago I would have considered such an act 
as  depraved.

Once he had drained himself he eased back and his cock slipped from the 
confines  of my mouth. As I moved my head to look into his face, he lowered himself 
so  that the two of us could, once again, kiss one another. I was beginning 
to have  flashbacks of the previous night, and just how much I desire the 
affection which  Jordan was bestowing upon  me.

The next thing I knew, Jordan was helping me to my feet and even seemed to be 
 placing my feet in a wide stance; after which he got down on the tiled 
flooring  and came to rest between my spread out legs. Looking down all I could see 
was  his head and chest. "Just close your eyes and relax. Let your piss go 
and then  open your eyes. Move your hips back and forth and shower me with your 
hot juice.  Just remember that you can't use your hands to make contact with 
your thing. I  want to feel you on me and in me, and I can't wait to see your 
piss flowing from  your piss slit and the hole in the bottom of your  thing."

Jordan's words seemed odd at first, but then I realized that he was trying to 
 bond further with me; or so I thought. As my piss began to flow, I moved my  
hips; and while some of it was finding its way into his mouth; the piss 
coming  out beneath the thing never made it that far. Most of that was spent on his 
 throat and chest; but none the less it really did make me feel just a tad 
bit  more aware of my own  needs.

After another bout of sensual contact, Jordan and I quickly cleaned out and 
then  gave ourselves a warm soapy shower. I wanted so much to bath him, but 
without  having permission I had to abstain from my own  'wants'.

This morning had started out a lot different, and I just fucking knew that 
the  rest of the day was going to be different as well. We had accomplished so 
much  already, even before the lights came on; so when the lights DID come on, 
I  decided to show Jordan the letter I'd gotten from mom.  He read it with due 
 diligence, but I feel sure that when he got to the last line, the part about 
 Alan, he wasn't to pleased to know that Alan still 'cared' about me. Folding 
the  letter and handing it back to me he simply said, "Nice letter you got 
from your  mother."

I could detect a small amount of resentment on Jordan's part, as the look in 
his  eyes seemed to indicate such. I wanted to comfort him and to reassure him 
that I  had no deep feelings for Alan but the door sprung open and both our 
Masters  walked in carrying our morning  meal.

We dropped to the proper position, and began eating immediately. It seemed 
odd  that our Masters brought the meal in; which in the past had been delegated 
to  the butler or housekeeper.  

As I ate, I could tell that the Masters were not happy about something; as 
they  paced back and forth all around the two of us. Yep, I knew it; today was 
going  to be different for  sure.

Just as we were finishing the butler came in, bringing with him an armload of 
 empty boxes. The boxes were set down by the cabinets, and he left; only to  
return time and time again with more boxes. Both Masters began emptying out 
the  cabinets and placing everything into the  boxes.

Jordan and I were instructed to begin moving the boxes up to the barn. After  
each of us had been loaded down with two boxes we were sent on our way; 
harshly  warned not to slack off along the way, as we had to move ALL the boxes.  

I broke a cardinal rule, once we'd gotten out of range of anyone hearing us. 
I  asked Jordan what we had done wrong, as to upset our Masters. Jordan 
proceeded  to ramble off what was an endless list of things which he knew we had 
done  wrong; with probably the biggest offense was him (Jordan) fucking me last 
night.  I began to feel disappointed in myself; as I'd hoped to not offend my 
Master by  doing something stupid and regrettable. I had to prepare myself for 
any and all  consequences which Master would  impose.

I could tell that the lights in the barn had been left on all night, and I  
wondered, silently, if Mark would be there. When we arrived I didn't see Mark 
at  first, as we both set the boxes down and quickly returned for another load. 
It  looked as if yesterday afternoon was spent doing last minute things in 
the barn,  even to include the placement of straw in three of the stalls on the 
far side.  There were four handsome cabinets in the one area where they had 
installed the  hoists and pulley systems.  

On the second trip, I saw the water cart sitting off to the side of the barn; 
 but it looked a lot different. Instead of having the large water box on top, 
it  looked to me as if it had been replaced by an old fashion buggy seat. It 
did, in  a certain way, look rather cute; as I'd seem pictures of them in some 
of my old  school  books.

By the time we got back to the cottage, the Masters had finished packing up 
the  boxes; and it looked as if we'd have to make at least three more trips in 
order  to finish the task.  

On one of the trips, I noticed that the beds had been pulled apart and put 
back  into their original positions. That should have triggered something in my 
brain,  alerting me that Master was pissed off; but fearing a severe 
punishment I just  kept my thought process on the task at  hand.

The last time in the cottage, with only three boxes remaining; the 
housekeeper  was busy cleaning the entire place down with that pine smelling stuff. She  
didn't even look our way, let alone say something to us.  

I took the two heaviest boxes and headed up to the barn; knowing that 
something  hellish was about to take place. Jordan took the smallest and lightest box 
and  followed behind me. That alone seemed odd; as before, he walked along 
side of  me.

We were nearing the barn, when a large delivery van pulled up and several men 
 jumped out. By the time we'd gotten to the barn, the truck was backed up to 
the  far side doors and the men were just standing around, chatting with our  
Masters.

No sooner had we set the boxes down that Master Doc yelled at us to unload 
the  truck. The three men began laughing at us, and to make things worse were  
whistling at me calling me their 'sweet pussy boy' and 'slut cum  dump'.

Jordan and I began unloading the truck, along with the other guys; which 
seemed  to have nothing but large pieces of 'furniture' on it; some of which 
looked like  stuff one might find in a doctors office. Master showed us exactly 
where to put  each piece and it didn't take to long before we had the truck 
empty; both of us  now coated in a fine sheen of  perspiration.

The more I glanced around, the more concerned I was having about everything I 
 was looking at. So much, so many things reminded me of my father's school.  
Flashbacks were beginning to flood my thought process, thinking only of how 
many  days I'd been subjected to so much harsh  treatment.

I was the first of us, to understand just how upset our Masters were. I was  
placed in the section of the barn that had the hoist and wench. With my arms  
stretched out parallel to my body, a heavy timber was lowered down and my 
wrist  cuffs were secured to it. My legs were spread and my ankle cuffs were 
attached  to recessed eyebolts. It felt as if the piece of lumber resting on my 
shoulders  weighed a hundred pounds. Slowly and methodically the wench began to 
lift my  body up towards the ceiling. Thankfully Master halted the wench, just 
as the  balls of my feet were lifting off of the floor. Every muscle in my 
body began to  feel the pain. My skin even felt as if it was about to tear at any 
 moment.

Next to me, Jordan was attached to a piece of lumber, but in the opposite 
manner  that I'd been attached. I could barely see what they were doing, once the 
whir  of the electric motor started but I knew that Jordan was in more pain 
than I  was. I'd not have even considered hanging someone upside  down.

After several silent, somber minutes, both of our Masters began to spout off 
the  list of our infractions. I'd never even thought that there were so many 
rules  that I'd broken. From simple things like taking to long in the shower, 
to not  being in the proper position when a master comes into a room. I'd 
forgotten some  of the positions that they taught me in school; but apparently I 
chose to forgo  maintaining proper protocol.  

Jordan's list of violations was quite similar to mine, but also included such 
 things as talking without permission, improper movement, and worst of all he 
had  fucked me without permission. He did however have permission to 
'pleasure the  slave', but he took it upon himself to 'assert authority over another  
slave'.

I was to receive two strikes with a leather strap for each infraction; 
whereas  Jordan was to receive three strokes of the cane for each of his 
improprieties.  Sadly, his list was longer than  mine.

I learned quite fast, as a matter of fact, how to properly 'count' for 
Master;  as the pain rained down on both sides of my naked flesh. To this day, I 
can't  find the words, proper or otherwise, to describe the pain and the emotions 
which  accompanied  it.

Listening to Jordan scream and beg for forgiveness made my blistered body 
seem  insignificant. The unmistakable sound of a cane arching its way through the 
air  would, and does, send chills down the spine; of even the most hardened  
person.

As Jordan hung there, still weeping and gasping for breaths of air, I was  
removed from the chains and allowed to shake of the numbness for a brief moment  
or two. Master grabbed me by the ring on the back of my collar and in less 
than  polite ways, hauled me over to the stainless steel exam table; that we'd 
just  set up less than an hour ago. The cold hardness of the table felt good as 
my  blistered and welted butt and back slowly made  contact.

As Master Doc approached, my mind easily dismissed any and all sounds and  
thoughts of Jordan; as the expression on Master Doc's face hadn't seemed to  
lessen any. I began rummaging around in the cabinets and then he went through  
several of the yet unpacked boxes. I almost felt his actions, or lack there of,  
was deliberate; in an attempt to make me feel  vulnerable.

The sound of a vehicle caught my attention, and the next thing I hear are 
some  familiar voices. Apparently some of the workers had returned to finish up 
some  of the small things that still needed to be done. I used my elbows to 
push  myself up from the exam table to notice the three men from the previous two 
 days. I think that they may have been quite surprised to see me laying on 
the  table, not to mention Jordan; as he was now being lowered from his upside 
down  position.

"Hey, Doc," the tallest of the three spoke out, "we won't be working all day  
long today. We've got a small list of things that still need attention so we  
kinda figured we'd get them out of the way so's we could start on another job 
 come Monday. Sure hope you don't  mind."

"No not at all," Master Doc replied. "I am assuming that everyone had a good  
time last night. I guess you've left him nice and comfy in one of the stalls; 
 which by the way look absolutely marvelous. I've not gone to check on him 
yet,  as we've had a sort of set back this morning. I sure wish that we could 
have one  weekend, just one fucking weekend where everything goes good. But no! 
There is  always something that keeps the two of us from having our time  
alone."

"I sure do understand that one Doc. Being married and all, sure cuts into my 
own  time doing what seems to come natural; so I'm guessing that we just might 
have  more in common than you might think. If you need any help or something, 
while  I'm here just let any of us know; we'd be more than happy to help ya  
out."

That said, the workers went off to tinker with some small things they had yet 
to  do. Minutes later I heard a scuffling sound coming from across the 
building,  followed by a few yelps and  'ouches'.

Master Doc, came over to me and placed a rather course feeling cloth under my 
 nose and over my mouth. "This is to keep you from getting blistered," He 
said.  Your Master has decided on a few decorative changes, so you'll just have 
to  accept the minor discomfort as you certainly do not deserve any pain 
medicine;  not after all of your fucking mistakes. I thought your father had taught 
you  better than to disobey, but I see that you haven't learned a fucking 
thing. As  much as I love your uncle, if it were up to me I'd fucking cut your 
nuts off and  feed them to you right up your asshole.You'd better start having a 
hell of a lot  more respect for your Master if you have any intentions of 
keeping your nuts and  dick."

Master Doc proceeded to remove my snout ring; replacing it with one that 
wasn't  so big around, yet the same thickness. The flicker of a bright flame 
caught my  attention moments before Master Doc used it to permanently join the two 
ends of  the snout ring together. "There, that one is done. If you were mine, 
I'd have  left the large one in and even added about a dozen more fucking 
rings."  

Several minutes passed before the cloth was removed. From beneath the table,  
Master Doc unlatched two things which swung out. My calves were placed into  
them, and memories of the school entered my head. The lower part of the table  
was released and now my thing and pleasure balls seemed to be hanging in  
mid-air.  My eyes darted back and forth, searching for Master but I never  once 
saw him the entire time I was on the table; only the sinister eyes of  Master 
Doc occasionally made contact with  mine.

Master Doc was between my legs, manipulating my balls; and in no time my two  
bound balls were set free. Then He released the heavy cinch ring, which 
really  made me feel strange. Master Doc ran his hands over every inch of my 
region,  apparently finding everything to be in proper condition. Without even 
looking, I  could feel that my sac had stretched quite abit; as my thing didn't 
even come  close to the bottom of my balls. I was thrown into a panic when Master 
Doc began  to remove the rings in my scrotal sac; only to replace them with 
thicker and  heavier ones. I began to tremble when He removed my Prince Albert; 
thinking  perhaps that it too was going to change in  appearance.

It is beggaring description, on just how much different you feel without your 
 Prince Albert ring. Without the weight pulling on the piss hole you really 
do  feel naked and improperly adorned. I really wanted my ring back, for some  
strange  reason.

Moments later, the cool and slippery feel of lube touched my tunnel entrance  
followed by two fingers. As Master Doc worked his two fingers into my body, I 
 closed my eyes and began to relax. At least now, I now how good such a 
feeling  can be; if it is done properly and without malice. "At least your slave 
sperm  comes from good stock. I hope it will continue to give us a good supply 
so that  we can start our own program of slave  propagation."

Holy cock snot! These Masters are going to use me to supply sperm for 
females.  I'm guessing that they have seen a way to 'profit' from slaves in more than 
one  way. The advantage, for me, was that my thing was getting stiffer by the 
minute.  Master Doc had located my hard spot and was massaging it, while His 
free hand  was massaging my balls. 
It was the first time that I'd been drained without  the cinch ring, Prince 
Albert and bound balls and it felt awesome. I could even  feel my thing 
bouncing up and down on my abdomen, as if it had a mind of its  own.

"Here is the cooler filled with ice Sir, just as Sir has requested." The 
butler  said and soon had the cooler sitting on my chest.  

"Excellent! I think that the ice should keep it cold enough until it is 
picked  up." Master Doc said. "Once we get the production and shipping in order, 
we'll  be going to dry ice; but since this load is a 'special delivery' the ice 
will  keep it properly maintained and  viable."

What is He talking about, 'production and delivery'? The least He could do 
would  be to let me fuck the girl who they want to get pregnant! Well, no; not 
really,  I'm not so sure I'd like that anymore. Well, maybe once or twice 
wouldn't be so  bad; but that would mean they'd have to take my ring out each  time.

"Since you're here, why don't you go ahead and get this slave fixed to the  
table." Master Doc said to the butler.  

"Yes Sir, that would be most pleasurable Sir," the butler replied. "And Sir, 
if  I may say so, the slaves new nose ring looks most adorable Sir. It should 
prove  to be more enjoyable for a real mans cock sliding back and forth past 
the slaves  lips."  

Now I was really beginning to think that there was more to just getting sperm 
 out of me. Why is there a need to bind my body to the  table?
I  was still feeling the throbbing in my balls from the bigger rings, as 
Master Doc  continued to stroke my hard spot. For some reason, even though my 
thing was  stiff; I wasn't feeling the pleasure that'd I'd felt from the previous 
times.  I'm guessing that since this is a 'clinical milking' that I'm not 
supposed to  feel the same way. I even tried to go into my 'private space', but 
that didn't  have any effect. I could feel the liquid begin to boil up through 
my body,  knowing well that the orgasm was well on its way. What I didn't feel 
was the  test tube being placed over my pisshole just moments before a torrent 
of sperm  came exploding out. When I opened my eyes, I saw Master Doc holding 
it up to the  light and commenting on the amount He'd been able to capture in 
the glass tube.  He quickly placed it inside the small cooler; in essence 
putting my little  soldiers on  ice.

The butler had just about completed his task of binding me to the table; with 
 the last strap of leather going across my forehead, which left me completely 
 immobile not to mention terminally exposed to anyone and  everyone.

Everything seemed to be on hold for quite a few minutes, as Master Doc and 
even  the butler were nowhere to be seen or heard. I lay quietly and didn't seem 
to  care about anything. My mind was actually blank, for once. There wasn't 
even a  disturbing sound to which I could relate to either Jordan or Mark. Even 
the  workers seemed to be working in silence. I just closed my eyes and tried 
to  revisit last night; at least that should bring some relief to the moment, 
or so  I  thought.

I found some solace in last nights images, but then I began to think about 
what  last night has cost Jordan and me. It didn't seem worth it,  now.

Startled out of my daydream, my Master had begun to rub my chest, as He now  
stood between my outstretched legs. Like Master Doc, He began to massage my  
balls which seemed to make my urges come alive. I waited, and waited, and  
waited; hoping that Master would speak to  me.

Master relinquished his hold of my balls and quickly took a firm grip on my  
thing; re-installing the same Prince Albert. Just by Master doing that one  
simple thing, told me, his slave; that he cares for me. He let the ring flop  
down onto my abdomen as He began messing around with my balls again.  

"You are going to have a new look slave", Master said in His authoritive 
voice;  which assured me that I was now safe from harm. "I am going to change the  
location of these slave balls, which will make it easier for the slave to 
move  about and it will also make it easier for your Master to pleasure Himself 
as He  torments  them."

Just by the feel, I could tell that Master had put my cinch ring back on, 
which  still left my balls to hang free. If Master was going to leave my balls 
alone,  that in itself would be a blessing in  disguise.

"Now then, we're going to be changing the ends on these two bars going 
through  your slave thing. It shouldn't hurt, unfortunately, but nonetheless it will 
make  you look more 'proper' shall we  say."

I could feel Master's finger working swiftly, unscrewing the ends to the two  
rods which had been torturously poked through my cock shaft weeks ago. Master 
 was right, as always; it didn't hurt. When Master was finished, each end of 
the  two rods had rings hanging from them instead of the little steel balls. 
Now my  thing had a total of five rings and I could only imagine that perhaps 
one day,  more would be put in place.  

Master went back, again, to working with my balls. "You understand by now 
slave  that you need permission for just about anything and everything that you 
do. Now  you see what is in store for you when you break the rules or disobey a 
free man,  not to mention your Master. You mentally need to revisit, 
constantly, the  lessons you were shown at school. You, one day, hopefully will become 
the model  slave that I know you can be, if you 'want to  be'."

I could feel cold steel entrapping my left ball, and I could hear the loud 
click  of the steel locking itself in place. The same feeling and sound 
reappeared when  Master was working on the right ball. Now, Master was involving my 
thing,  incorporating it with the balls. I had my eyes closed trying to mentally 
picture  what Master was doing; and to my astonishment, I was  correct.

A narrow piece of flexible metal had been attached to the band trapping my 
left  ball and placed on top of my thing. The metal band then went over to my 
right  ball and looped underneath that band; and Master proceeded to mount both 
of my  balls on top of my thing, which were now held firmly in place with the 
added  metal band. There would be no more dangling scrotum for this slave. The 
way my  balls were so prominently displayed I could now understand what 
Master meant  when he mentioned having the balls 'readily  available'.

The butler came back, and slid soft leather moccasins onto my bare feet. The  
feel of such soft leather made me feel kind of special. It had been ages 
since I  had been able to have covering for my sore feet; and this was like 
receiving a  gift.

Master produced a rather strange looking butt plug and it didn't take a 
rocket  scientist to know that it wasn't anywhere near as big as the one I had in 
place  yesterday. This plug had a long tail, black with a few sprigs of almond  
coloring, so soft and  smooth.

I was left to lay on the table, in silence, to do nothing; except to meditate 
on  the 'errors of my ways'. I heard only bits and pieces of words, as the 
workers  passed by. I never saw Jordan leave his area, nor did I hear mention of 
the  teenager. After some time Master came and removed me from the table; 
which I  instantly responded to by dropping to all fours.  

I followed Master as He exited the barn and made His way to the cart. "Now 
come  and stand between the rails," Master commanded in a rather polite tone of 
voice.  "We are going for a short ride today and I want to make sure that 
everything  works well for future use. If I see that there is a need to bind the 
slave to  the rails, I won't hesitate in doing so; but for now just use your 
own grip and  we'll be  off."

I crawled over in between the two rails before I ventured to stand up. The 
hairs  of the butt plug brushed against my inner thighs and I was surprised to 
discover  how sensual even such a insignificant that like horse hairs can  be.

Master came forth and proceeded to clip a rather ominous looking set of 
leather  straps to the rings on my balls; feeding the loose ends through my nipple 
rings,  in through the rings on the sides of my collar and over my shoulders. 
"Now, if  we want to go right, I'll be tugging on the right rein and the same 
for turning  left." Master instructed in a most casual  way.

I gripped the two rails as I'd done when hauling the water and still I was  
having troubles standing totally erect. The sensation of not having ones' balls 
 dangling between the legs seemed to make the experience most odd. A quick  
downward look and everything looked hideous at first; but looking back on it  
now; I've come to realize that a slave's Master always knows  best.

A quick shake of the reins and we were off, heading straight towards the 
incline  of the earth. It was relatively easy to pull the cart with my Master and 
just  having a covering on my feet made the lesson so much easier. It wasn't 
long  before I felt the first tug, to the left; then another tug, left again 
and we  were now on the long lane heading towards the main  road.

The warm sunshine felt so good on my skin and coupled with the breeze made me 
 work without exerting a tremendous amount of effort. Master was quiet for 
most  of the journey that is until we'd gone on for about two more miles. At 
first,  when we had reached the main road, I feared that I would be seen naked 
pulling a  cart; but quickly remembered that being a naked slave is totally 
legal in these  parts of the country. It was a long time before the first car came 
down the  road, directly towards  us.

"Now slave don't you worry, people in these parts will soon learn to accept 
you  as you are. Hell, most of these people run around their own houses naked 
all day  long anyway, so seeing a slave won't be to much of a problem for them 
or  you."

I wasn't so sure that Master's assumption about these 'hill folk' was totally 
 true; yet I of all people had no recourse, and I was just so happy to be 
alone  with Master that I didn't care what anybody thought or  said.

The car slowed down as it passed, and two girls were fighting over who was 
going  to get the better view of a slave. The driver, their father (?) gave us 
only a  quick glace as he soon applied pressure to the gas pedal and sped away. 
  The second vehicle was a battered old pickup truck loaded down with teenage 
 boys, who acted as if they'd been drinking. They did stop, but only 
momentarily,  as we made our way down the road. Behind me, I could hear them saying 
things  like 'we'z gonna be fucking us a white fag soon' and 'hey slave, I've 
got  something you'd be luving to suck on'.  

About another mile down the road and the pickup truck came up behind us and  
slowed. Several of the boys were still making comments, as the truck pulled up 
 along side and out of the corner of my eye, I could see one of them in the 
back  of the truck; kneeling with his jeans down as he was working himself up 
into a  tizzy. Thankfully the truck picked up speed and we didn't see him for 
the rest  of our  trip.

We were half way up a steep grade, and I was beginning to labor; when a truck 
 came over the hilltop and I noticed that it was identical to the one that 
had  brought Jordan and me to my Master's plantation. The cage on the back of it 
was  not to be mistaken for anything but a slave transporter. Directly behind 
the  truck was a black SUV with darkened  windows.

Both vehicles slowed to a stop and Master pulled back on the reins, 
indicating  He wanted me to also stop. I was taken back, when I saw Daniel riding in 
the  passenger seat of the truck; but was even more surprised when the rear 
window of  the SUV retracted and there sat my  father.

Dad got out and greeted Master as if they were the best of friends; chatting  
briefly and they seemed to be deepening their relationship. I could see that  
Daniel still had his strict demeanor about him, as the expression on his face 
 was all  business.

My father waved the truck on, as well as the SUV; as he climbed aboard the 
cart,  sitting beside my Master. Thankfully, for me, Master turned me around and 
we  began the long jog back to the plantation. I could only imagine what, if 
any, I  might be able to hear the two men talking  about.

The short time Master and I had alone was over way to soon. Knowing what 
little  I did about my dad and his means of getting things his own way began to 
once  again settle into my mental process. I could only hope that this madness 
would  soon become nothing more than a speck of  time.

Master slapped the reins against my body, indicating that I was to increase 
the  speed in which I was pulling the two men. I was finally beginning to feel 
the  added weight of the cart, but at least I didn't have to go up any really 
large  hills; and once again I was thankful that Master had seen fit to have 
covers on  my  feet.

At this rate, we'd be back on the plantation within the hour and I was 
praying  that the hour would pass rather quickly; as my lungs began to burn from the 
 exertion of having to pull the  cart.

I could hear Master and my dad talking but I couldn't tell what they were  
talking about; but knowing the two of them, I'd find out when we arrived back at 
 the barn

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