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SAIL AWAY CHAPTER FORTY  ONE


The cottage was empty. Jordan wasn't there; nobody was there except Master 
and  me.  In His quiet tone, Master commanded me to shower and clean. I moved  
deftly into the shower area and started my  duties.

I knew that Master was observing my every movement, as he stood leaning 
against  the wall. I couldn't help but to notice, that when we entered the cottage 
that  the wooden cross was still in the same place for two nights ago. I 
wonder if  Jordan had been made to suffer the same pain I had; having my thing and 
balls  worked over by that brainless vacuum  pump.

Today's shower routine was a little different than my others. Since I'd been  
coated with all that sawdust and wood shavings, I allowed the shower spray to 
 run; cascading over my body while at the same time I was cleaning out my 
tunnel.  It seemed to even make me feel a little more relaxed, perhaps to much. 
By the  time I'd finished, I could really tell how sore my muscles were and 
just how  tired I really was. But, when I think about it; a good hard day of work 
was good  for me. I was finally beginning to feel like I was at least 
contributing to  something, even if it wasn't for just myself or my  benefit .

Once out of the shower, Master commanded me to mount the wooden cross and it  
seemed only proper and just that I do it without any mental reservations. I 
lay  there, expecting Master to bind the body to the cross; but this night was 
to be  quite  different.

Master came forward, between my outstretched legs. His voice commanding my  
attention, as he began speaking, "Slave, again you have pleased me with your  
performance today. Any master would be proud to have such a slave. Had I not  
been busy today, we would have spent more 'quality' time together; but such  
occurrences happen more frequently than not. But, we have time now; so I don't  
want to waste any of it by just standing here looking at your beautiful  body."

That said, Master careful removed my butt plug, and tossed it aside. It 
seemed  as if things had changed, and indeed were going to be changing a lot from 
here  on out. I had expected to have the plug unceremoniously placed between my 
 teeth.

Next came the first time that I'd had my ankle cuffs connected to chains; and 
 the chains pulled so that the ankles were well past my head; exposing the 
parts  of me that Master found great pleasure with. It took me a moment, but 
finally I  was able to assure myself that I wouldn't fall off the horizontal  
cross.

I could hear the click and metallic sound of Master unlocking one of the  
cabinets; after which he returned to my butt. He leaned forward, allowing me to  
see the expression of happiness in His voice as he said, "now slave, we shall  
have 'our' moment together. The one moment in time where you will feel pain 
and  suffering as it turns into sheer delight and exuberant  joy.
Master quickly inserted two of his fingers into my tunnel entrance and began  
massaging the surrounding muscles. It was easy to ascertain that Master had 
put  copious amounts of grease on his hand, as the fingers seemed to slide 
around  without causing any discomfort. I felt excited, as He moved the two 
fingers  forward and backward several times; before inserting a third.  

I was beginning to feel like I'd won an award or something. Nothing in my 
life  could have come close to the way I was feeling now. Master kept up his  
manipulations, sometimes quickly, and other times in a slow almost caring way. I  
knew that my thing must be pointing towards my head by now, as the desire, 
not  need, to spew my cum was overwhelming.  

Masters' forth finger entered my body, and it felt good; real good. The 
twisting  motion of Masters' wrist only amplified my need for sexual gratification. 
As  Master began to slow His movement down He carefully chose His words and 
spoke to  me in a way in which I didn't consider Him to be my Master. "Slave, 
now the time  comes for your life altering experience. You may want to scream 
and shout, but  at the moment I'm not thinking that you'll have the desire. You 
may drift into  another space and place in time. You might even have visions 
of things which  bring you great pleasure. Whatever the case may be, I know 
that you will bring  me great pleasure and  satisfaction."

Little, to none, did I notice that Master had resumed His actions within my  
tunnel. I had been so captivated by His sentences that I hadn't given any  
thought to 'me'. I began to feel my entrance straining to accept Masters' hand.  
I knew that it might hurt; I was finally beginning to understand the 
purposeful  need for the butt plug all these past  days.

As His hand maintained a steady pressure against my body, Master continued to 
 twist His wrists; all the while His fingers were busy inside of me, 
searching  for and finding that one spot which seemed to always bring me such delight. 
My  breathing became more rapid and deeper as the 'hard spot' was being 
assaulted. I  closed my eyes, trying to visualize what it may have looked like from 
Masters'  perspective.  

I could see the puffy skin entrance to my tunnel, quivering with excitement;  
anticipating the final and deliberate move. I could even see some of the 
grease  liquefying as the 'heat of the moment' turned the mass of white into a 
river of  slow moving  gel.

I was expecting at any moment now, that I'd be yelling and begging for mercy . 
 The pressure was enormous, yet somehow I didn't find it painful. My eyes 
began  to roll around in my head, spit was foaming from my lips and sweat was 
forming  in my pits; and all I could think about was laying beneath Master 
bringing him  pleasure.  

As Masters' hand finally entered my tunnel, my muscles seemed as if they were 
 grabbing His hand and trying to suck even more of Him into me. I was still 
in  the midst of wild passion, when Masters' forward advance stopped once His 
wrist  made contact with my body. Master slowly continued with moving His hand 
around  in semi-circles, each time making direct contact with my 'hard spot' .  
 
I knew,  later, that I had even attempted to move my own body in such a way 
as to get  more of Master in me. I never learned until much later that this 
'fisting' is as  much, if not more, of a pleasure for a slave as it is a Master.  

I don't know how long we continued this learning experience, but it seemed to 
 last for hours. Every bit of my life, over the past month flashed through my 
 brain. I felt every raw emotion of hate, resentment, sadness, loneliness,  
humiliation and jubilation. Visions of Master, Daniel, Mom and Dan, Jordan and  
Alan constantly intermingled with each emotion as it raced through my brain. 
I  didn't return to reality until I could feel Master withdrawing his  hand.

Without Masters' hand inside of me, I felt sadness and most of all I felt  
dejected. Master, wise as He is, leaned over by torso and placed his lips  
gingerly to mine. Master had never kissed me before. I opened my eyes, only to  
find two beautiful eyes looking into my soul. We kissed for a few minutes and I  
felt loved and needed for once in my life. If I'm to be a slave for who knows  
how long, I want it to be right here; with MY  Master.

It felt good and yet it seemed odd, that someone like Master never spoke the  
word love. I suppose that perhaps I didn't want Master to tell me that he 
loved  me. After all; I've not known to many slaves in my life, let alone any of 
them  who's Master loved them. Jordan is the only male that has ever said he 
loved me;  and Alan is the only male who has ever said he'd love to be with me, 
probably  just to use me for his sexual  needs.

I couldn't get this 'love' thing out of my mind. Here I am with my uncle, who 
 owns my body and we are doing man-to- man things. I knew now, that my uncle 
had  desired my body for many years and now he had me. It is my uncle/Master 
who had  Daniel and Jordan remove my hair, pierce my body and subject me to 
great  humiliation. Yet, I don't proclaim to know everything about being a sex 
slave  and I hope that there isn't to much more to learn. Although, if it 
pleases my  Master, then I shall continue to learn, obey, respect and work  hard.

Master finally lifted himself up, and began to stroke my inner thighs, as His 
 cock began to take the journey into my glowing cavernous tunnel. Masters'  
strokes were slow and deliberate, as my anal muscles seemed to grab and control 
 His flesh. It was truly another life changing moment for me. Not only was I  
getting used as a sexual object, I, myself, was starting to crave the 
attention  and the emotional excitement that accompanied  it.

This one time, Master remained silent; yet His eyes fixed to my face as He  
released a steady stream of his seed. I thought that I could even feel it 
splash  against the walls of my bowels, which heightened the moment that much  more.

When satisfied, Master withdrew His deflated member and ordered me off the 
cross  and back into the shower area. Master presented his slime coated cock to 
my lips  and I greedily began to lick and suck it clean. The mixtures of taste 
and smell  sent a shockwave of eroticism through every fiber of my body. 
Master was kind  enough to remove any traces of the slime, by unleashing a torrent 
of piss into  my mouth. Even this, once perverted act, didn't seem to affect 
me now. I knew  that my Masters' desires and needs came before all  else.

When finished, Master surprised me by allowing me to choose between two 
things.  He asked to me to choose between receiving another fuck or to be subjected 
to  another session with the vacuum system. I was able to watch my Masters' 
face as  he proposed the two options. He had a bigger smile on his face when he 
mentioned  the vacuum training; so I didn't want to disappoint Him, thus 
choosing the last  option.

I was pleased that Master decided not to bind my body, as I truly wanted to 
see  if I could withstand the torment and subsequent pain without Him thinking 
I was  still a  wimp.

Master slowly brought the suction to a point where my balls got sucked inside 
 the cylinder without Him having to work them in, like the time before. The  
immediate shock of having one's balls being pulled away from their natural 
state  is not the most pleasant feeling in the world; but it isn't the 'end' of 
the  world.

Amazed, that I wasn't anywhere near the discomfort as before, Master turned a 
 knob on the hose and the pain began to increase ever so slowly. Thankfully, 
I  was able to grasp the edges of the cross and hold on for dear life. I 
raised my  head, fractionally, to see the apparatus at work. I really was an 
awesome sight  and I was even proud of myself for being able to cope with the 
machine and more  over being able to act properly in the presence of my  Master.

Master was busy, messing around with some of the items in the cabinets when 
the  front door sprung open. Coming in the door was the teenager (Mark) 
followed by  Jordan, on his hands and knees. As Mark went over to my Master, Jordan 
kept  crawling towards me. I couldn't see all of him, not much really; but I 
could  easily see his back and it was covered in red marks from the back of his 
neck  down to his hips.  

Jordan, once alongside the cross, rose to kneel; and it was then that I could 
 see the same red marks on his chest and upper legs. His face gave every  
indication that he'd been subjected to enormous amounts of pain. I watched as he  
placed his hands behind his head, something that I hadn't seen him ever do  
before. It was then that I noticed four or five steel clothespins attached to  
the slaves' sensitive skin in his armpits. I could only imagine that the pain  
was  excruciating.

Jordan tried his best to smile, but with his body wracked in pain and 
discomfort  it was a near impossible task. Mark finally made his way over to me; 
standing  between my outstretched legs. Being the 'prick' he was, he began to 
manipulate  the clear cylinder backwards and forwards, side to side. Each of his 
motions  caused a severe strain on my reproductive system. He stood there, 
causing the  pain for quite some time, before he released his grip on the 
cylinder; only to  lower both hands to his belt  buckle.

If it had been anyone but him, I'd not objected; but since he's such a punk 
and  spoiled rotten I had my inner doubts about feeling the inevitable. "Well 
slave,  I haven't seen you for awhile, as I've been busy learning from Master 
Doc; but  now I get to fuck your sorry fag ass. I can't wait to see if it is as 
tight and  good as the ass I've been fucking for the last day and a half. If 
you don't  please me, I'm going to whip you just as I've done so to this other 
poor fucking  excuse for a  slave."

Mark moved in and mercilessly rammed his teen cock into my tunnel. Thankfully 
it  wasn't anywhere near the size of Masters' cock; but perhaps this kid knew 
that  so he was attempting to make up the difference by ramming me like a 
female bitch  in heat. It was more of a discomfort, and there wasn't any 
emotional connection  between this fuck and Masters' tender and passionate coupling. 
I'm guessing that  this kid just wants to display his worldly freedom over me. 
What really hurt was  when he began taking slaps at the cylinder; while he 
continued to fuck my  tunnel. I never once let on, to him, that I was in pain; 
let alone give any  indication that I wasn't enjoying his attention. For all he 
knew, I was  accepting his treatment of me and I wasn't displaying any verbal 
or physical  signs of abuse. I guess you might say, 'I won this battle' but 
I'm sure the war  isn't over  yet.

With a mighty, conquering, yell the teenager unloaded a less than spectacular 
 amount of sperm in my tunnel. After he withdrew, his still engorged dick, it 
was  presented to Jordan; who submissively licked it sparkling clean. Jordan 
was then  led into the shower area where he was given a steamy shower 
consisting of the  teenagers piss.  

After Jordan had properly cleansed his body, he was made to perform the 'rim' 
 service on the teenager; which apparently Jordan was well trained to do. The 
 vulgar language which ensued from the boys' mouth was unbelievable. I was  
beginning to think that my Master was observing and listening to everything 
this  boy was doing and saying; predetermining if perhaps he would be suited as a 
 slaves master. I could only hope for Jordans' sake that this boy, Mark, 
wasn't  going to be getting any slave from my dad or my Master. That, my friends, 
would  put an uneasy, yet wonderful, end to this young adults fantasy of 
having his own  personal servant  slave.

After Jordans' torment, Master Doc arrived and beckoned the young adult to  
follow him back up to the house. This left my Master alone with me and Jordan.  
It seemed refreshing to just be here, with Jordan; who after all was/is the 
one  person I felt comfortable being with and talking to.  

It wasn't but a few more minutes and the vacuum apparatus was removed from my 
 thing and balls. The flood of relief was a welcome feeling as my thing began 
to  wither and return to a more normal  condition.

Jordan crawled over to me and on his knees he began to administer a welcomed  
tongue bath of my tunnel. I'm still not sure just why he did it but I wasn't  
going to complain, was I. The feeling of his tongue in my gapping tunnel felt 
 almost as erotic as Masters' fingers and hand. Jordan even attempted to suck 
out  everything which Master and Mark had deposited. A truly exorbitant 
amount of  pleasure was afforded me, this time. Jordan pulled away and knelt with 
his hands  behind his back, as Master took command of my naked and obedient 
body. I was  soon covered in metal clothespins, similar to the ones still 
dangling beneath  Jordans' armpits. Only once, had I been 'pinned' but now they were 
the heavy  kind and it took a long time for me to get my thought process in 
line with the  training session. Master even had them running down the 
undersides of my legs,  on both ears, two on my lower lip; not to mention the big V 
pattern on my chest  and stomach. The only thing that concerned me, somewhat, was 
just knowing how  much pain I would endure when Master removed  them.

After several minutes of fidgeting around, I could see Master approaching my  
head again. I didn't want to think, as I knew it to be wrong; but what else  
could He be going to do to me. He stood over me like a tower of manliness,  
complete with muscle, beauty and oozing with authority. Leaning forward he once  
again kissed me and I couldn't do anything but to return his affection. For 
what  ever reason Master felt the need to kiss me, I wasn't about to complain. 
His  actions seemed to be driven by his inner desire and strength of 
conviction to  nurture me to becoming what he must have known all  along.

Shortly thereafter, Master left the cottage but not before he gave Jordan a 
kiss  too. It was rather heart warming to see that Master could have a 'softer' 
side.  As I lay there, I had completely forgotten about all of the steel pins 
clipped  to my skin; but knew full well that Jordan was going to have to be 
the one to  remove them all.  

I won't go into the details of the immense pain, as I'm sure most of you have 
 experienced such, long before I'd even been put through such a session. I 
was  extremely pleased that Jordan made it as painless as he possibly could. 
Once the  ordeal was complete, I remained flat on the cross for several minutes, 
allowing  my sensory nerves to regain some form of normalcy. Then it was off 
to bed for  the two of us, as the lights dimmed or extinguished themselves as 
if on  cue.

Before either of us had a chance to speak, we were both entangled in each 
others  arms; with Jordan being most cautious of my tender skin. I experienced 
the best  sex of my young life. I don't' give Jordan total credit for it, but 
for most of  it; that's for sure. I feel that I've now come complete circle as 
far as my  sexual orientation and am willing to accept it as to be what it is. 
I'm praying  that I don't or won't have any further doubts in my mind as to 
who and what I  am.

I found myself exposing my tunnel, yearning for him to fuck me. He didn't  
hesitate and what surprise me the most was the simple fact that fucking me with  
a Prince Albert looped through his thing amplified the experience a hundred  
fold.

I was eager to clean his shaft and to even give Jordan the same affection to 
his  tunnel as he'd given to mine. I was surprised that he still had his 
tunnel  plugged but I cautiously removed it and made a mental note of the condition 
of  his entrance. It was swollen beyond belief. I could only imagine what his 
Master  and/or Mark had done to him. I spent a great deal of time, lapping at 
his body;  much longer I suppose than I probably should have, but I felt Jord
an needed some  'tender loving care'. All the while, Jordan had a hold of my 
head, grasping it  gently as I licked and sucked on his tunnel. It was a 
feeling of kinship that  I'll always remember. I was beyond wanting to spurt cum 
myself; all I wanted to  do was to please my pal Jordan and I wasn't going to 
stop until he was  happy.

By the time the lights came on the next morning Jordan and I were already in 
the  shower area, doing our daily routines. We talked a lot about the last two 
days  and I was eager to tell him all about the barn and how nice the workers 
treated  me. Jordan told me in words and ways, which I could understand, just 
how  difficult his time had been. I felt a small amount of guilt, since I'd 
earlier  cast off any thoughts of him while I was working in the barn. Now I 
know better;  I'll always think of Jordan while we are apart and if ever there 
comes a time, a  chance, that I can some how alleviate his painful lessons, I  
will.

The rest of the time inside the cottage was nothing but normal; but as soon 
as  the butler arrived things took on a whole different perspective. He quickly 
and  quietly checked both of us over, doing a little bit of extra cleaning 
and  scraping away some small particles of  'crud' from our piercings, which he  
later explained was a 'normal' occurrence, furthermore telling us that all of 
 the steel and skin looked to be in excellent  condition.

The housekeeper had arrived only minutes behind the butler and I think that 
the  two of us were taken by surprise when she began speaking. I knew from the 
one  time before, that she sometimes just couldn't keep certain bits and 
pieces of  news to  herself.

I also got another surprise, when I discovered that my meal wasn't the slave  
chow. I was given the same breakfast as Jordan; and it was scrumptious, to 
say  the very  least.

Both of them then began to tend to Jordans' red marks, by gently applying 
some  kind of ointment to all of them. As before, the housekeeper started 
conversing  again; this time with the butler and it was all about our dear buddy  
Mark.

Seems that she over heard the boy yelling and screaming, over the telephone,  
with his father. I guess the kid was getting a good tongue lashing for the 
way  he treated Jordan. But what I couldn't figure out is why hadn't Master Doc 
had  not put a stop to it; that is until I heard that Master Doc wasn't 
present when  these atrocities took place. When the two Masters compared their 
thoughts on the  prospect of selling the boys father a slave for his sons use, is 
when the  proverbial 'shit hit the fan'. It seems as if the boy isn't going to 
be getting  a slave for his own use; instead, the boy will be sent away to 
school, a most  private and prestigious school known as the Morris School for 
Slave  Modifications.

When Jordan and I heard that bit of news, both of us quickly looked at each  
other with a gleam in our eyes and a smile on our faces. Who said that  
'vengeance' wasn't good!

Any how, I'm sure that the housekeeper  enjoyed her stay in the cottage; 
being able to grope Jordan freely, as she  applied the ointment, not to mention 
the occasional, yet gentle, stoking of my  thing and balls. She could have been 
twenty years younger, more beautiful than a  goddess, but I still don't think 
I would have enjoyed  it.
The  butler made sure that our plugs were in place, our steel collars and 
cuffs were  dry before he explained our daily assignments. We BOTH were to help 
out in the  barn this day. Now that's what I call a miracle! Not to mention 
that we could  both walk up to the barn instead of crawl; which in reality was 
going to save  time, which would prove to be more productive.  

As we neared the bottom of the hill, both of us could see the water cart 
being  pulled by a slave. Each of us wondered in silence who it was, that was 
pulling  the cart. As we needed to pass the cart on the path, it became obvious 
just who  it was.  

At noon time we learned that Mark would be staying on the plantation until 
the  weekend; when travel arrangements permitted a timely and safe transfer to 
the  "SHIP OF REALITY".  I could only hope that Daniel would take extra special 
 care of the  teenager.

I'm sure that Master and Master Doc had crossed all their t's and dotted all 
the  I's before speaking to Marks' dad. It wouldn't surprise me if my own 
father  might have something all lined up for the boys arrival; perhaps a few 
extra  weeks in one of the doctors 'special' rooms  perhaps.

When allowed, Jordan and I worked side by side; out performing most of the 
other  workers. I knew that Jordan would have a much better perspective as to 
what all  the things were that were now being added to the structure.  Perhaps  
tonight I'd get him to explain them to me.  

Once the workers had left, Jordan and I took it upon ourselves to clean the 
barn  up. I found a standard broom and Jordan found a push broom and we both 
raced to  see who'd clean the most area before someone came to get us. We not 
only  finished sweeping, but we also had enough time to organize the lumber and 
stow  away some of the hand tools which had been lying around. I don't suppose 
one  could expect miracles from the workers, when it comes to cleaning up 
after  themselves.

Master came for both of us, and to our delight we didn't' have to walk home.  
Jordan and I were rewarded with a ride atop the water cart, as far as the 
back  gate to the pool area. As exhausted as were both were, the ride seemed to 
be a  blessing in  disguise.

I couldn't wait to get back inside the cottage. Both of us turned around, to 
see  Mark being led away from the water cart with a heavy rope around his 
neck. I  could only imagine what he's going to look like once he is properly 
attired. I  was even surprised that our Masters had allowed him to wear his shirt 
and shorts  for the day, but it is not up to me; just how the new 'boy' is to 
begin his life  long journey but I hope it isn't a pleasant one for  now.

Once in the shower, Jordan and I couldn't wait to start talking with Jordan  
really opening up about everything that the teenager had forced him to do. It  
was so traumatic for Jordan to even get half way through his dialog, when he  
started to cry. I was so moved by his emotions and behavior that I took  
immediately to holding him firmly and carefully in my arms; knowing full well  
that I didn't have permission to hold him so, but I would suffer the  
consequences, as long as Jordan was safe from harms  way.

We had a wonderful dinner meal and we both seemed content with having done a  
good day of work. Small talk about literally nothing seemed to fill the time  
leading up to bedtime. I suppose what I learned all day was enough for me to  
digest tonight that I didn't bother to pose my questions to Jordan. Tomorrow  
would be another  opportunity.

A second night of passion, a second night of me being who I am was only  
interrupted by the lights coming on and both of our Masters entering followed by  
a resisting, and defiant  Mark.

I wasn't ready for what happened next.

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