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Sail Away Chapter  45


Master came forth and re-attached my leash; leading me out of the confines of 
 the stall. It was immediately evident that my father was enjoying himself 
with  two of the boys. One was sucking his dick, while the other had spread 
dad's butt  cheeks and was lapping at his pucker hole. I momentarily observed my 
dad slowly  moving his head back and forth; almost in sync with the teen who 
was copulating  with his cock. It was almost hilarious watching the two males in 
motion, one  with the other, as  one.

I was quietly led down the row of stalls until we can to the end one, in 
which  Jordan had been taken by my father. There was Jordan, balled up in a corner 
like  a frightened kitten. Using the free end of my leash, Master tied it to 
one of  the rings on Jordan's collar; and all I could do for now was to look 
at him with  a high degree of sympathy. He wasn't crying, nor had he been 
crying; but I just  knew something had gone terribly wrong. I couldn't see any 
outward signs of  physical abuse, but then I'm no expert either.  

Finally Jordan moved up onto his knees and dropped his head in the straw;  
exposing his butt to me. Jordan then used his hands to spread his own cheeks and 
 then I saw what had caused Jordan to become despondent. My father had 
brutally  fisted Jordan to the point where I could actually see the inner lining of 
his  intestine.  

Not only was my father responsible for the physical appearance, but I knew 
from  school that not only was a slave to be spared a fucking until his master 
was  available to perform such an act; but a true fisting experience is also to 
be a  savored and honored tradition among most masters. My dad had no thought 
of  becoming Jordan's master, yet he took advantage of the situation. Surely 
dad had  plenty of what he calls 'boy pussy' at his school and in the town; 
that he  didn't have any need to be fisting my friend. The rage within my heart 
began to  multiply and it took every ounce of restraint and believing in my 
own Master,  that I didn't sound off or seek my father out for  revenge.

Three of the boys came sauntering into the stall and could easily detect the 
raw  emotions that Jordan and I were experiencing. They quickly sat down in 
the  straw, with us, and began to use their own hands to sooth our contemptuous  
emotions from our souls. The boys seemed to sense that we were more than just 
 pissed off and they continued to fain away any and all ill feelings until 
the  two of us started to relax. Since neither of us could speak, I simply 
placed my  hands on two legs of the boys and caught their attention; mouthing the 
words  'thank you'. The three boys knew that we appreciated their attentiveness 
and  soon the three boys were exchanging kisses and genital fondling with us . 
It  seemed quite proper, now, that I at least try to relax and offer a 
helping hand.  Touching a mans genitals without being command to do so, was a big 
step for me;  and it was one that I'll always remember. It was a lot different 
than touching  another slave's thing and balls, as a free man has a forest of 
pubic hair,  indicating his status in the world. It was just another 
'experience' or lesson  that I'd come to accept and one that would be with me for years 
to come.  
It wasn't  long, and I uncontrollably lowered my mouth onto one of the boys' 
dicks and  began a rather slow and deep sucking. It seemed only proper and 
since I hadn't  been instructed otherwise, I knew that what I was doing was a 
normal slave  reaction on a naked cock. It must have been fifteen or twenty 
minutes before the  boy dropped his seed into my mouth; but since I'm sure he'd had 
multiple orgasms  over the last few hours; he should be proud of  himself.

I knew that Master had not given them permission to enter my tunnel again, so 
 the best that they could do was to tempt my tunnel entrance with their 
fingers,  which seemed to aggravate my thing and ball situation. I almost pushed 
their  hands away, but knew that a free man can do with a slave, that which 
pleases  him.

Master and my father were speaking, away from inquiring minds; but their  
conversation kept getting louder and louder, with the tone of their voices  
turning to anger. It wasn't but a few minutes and it was an all out shouting  match 
between the two. Now it was easy to hear every word. Dad was attempting to  
tell Master what he thought Master still needed, and how his school was so much 
 better than Master's. Now any fool knows that it takes time and big money to 
get  a school up and running, and Master couldn't get a single word in edge 
way about  his plans to expand and add to the school. I knew the shit was going 
to hit the  fan when I saw dad poke a finger onto Masters' chest; but Master 
maintained  himself and seemed not to lower himself to the demeaning butt hole 
that dad was  making of himself. I was so proud of my Master the way he 
seemed to let the  distasteful words roll off his  back.

The feud went on for several more minutes, as by now every boy and slave in 
the  barn was able to hear the exchange of words. It seems as though I learned 
more  about how my father thinks, than I ever did when living at home. I guess 
he's  the type of guy that has to have everything his way; and those around 
him have  to do everything the way which pleases him; even if dad doesn't own 
the business  or the people. I could begin to feel the tension in the air; as 
everyone had  shocked expressions on their face. If I had been able, been 
permitted, I would  have gone to my Master's side.  

It was becoming clearer to me, just how my father had respected my mom. I'm 
glad  that she left him. I'm glad that she is fighting for everything that she 
wants,  AND deserves. I'm guessing, now, that the workers and the towns people 
in  Guatemala fear reprisals from my father for any outward signs of 
disobedience  towards him.  

Fortunately, my Master wasn't that dedicated towards dad; and He stood up to  
him. From the conversation, I ascertained that this wasn't the first time 
that  the two men had come to such an impasse.  My father even tried to belittle  
my Master by bringing His past into the conversation; but that too, had 
little  or no effect on Master.  

Dad apparently had had enough and ordered his team of people to leave the  
premises. Daniel, the slave transport driver and the other man all made a hasty  
exit from the barn. Dad yelled at Shaun, who was still standing shoulder to  
shoulder with Master Doc; to 'get his ass back into the  SUV'.
"No  Sir, I'm sorry but I've decided to stay here at the plantation; if these 
two  gentlemen will have me. I can no longer work for someone the likes of  
you."

Dad was outraged and began to take steps towards Shaun; when he and the rest 
of  us saw Shaun ball up his hands into  fists.

Master Doc calmly and rather politely told Shaun that he could indeed stay on 
as  an employee of the plantation. Hearing Master Doc, accept Shaun was all 
my  father didn't need to hear. Dad wheeled around and stormed out of the barn  
yelling a dictionary full of obscenities to the entire  group.

Instantly, in order to diffuse any raw emotions, Master Doc told the young 
boys  to head back to the house and get a snack from the housekeeper. That left 
the  three men and the three of us slaves alone in the  barn.

Jordan and I moved slowly towards one another; finding some comfort once we 
were  side by side. Master Doc had sprung to my Master and was holding him in a 
rather  tight embrace. Shaun was left standing there, but he seemed relieved 
that the  situation had come and  gone.

I had a lot that I wanted to say but knew that I couldn't. I also had a  
tremendous amount of feelings which had surfaced during the verbal battle; but I  
repressed them for the time being. The one thing that I didn't notice were the 
 tiny rivulets of tears trickling down my  face.

I took the chance, forbidden as it may have been, to look over at where Mark 
had  been taken. All I could see were the bottoms of his two feet and the 
backs of  his legs and they rested in the stirrups.  

There seemed to be so much going on in my life over this last month, and I  
wondered if I would ever be able to figure it all out. What I had failed to  
recognize was the sheer absence of my dad's attention while he was here  
visiting. He wasted no time in toying with the boys, yelling at my Master and  
alienating himself, but he hadn't shown any real interest in me, his  son.

Even with the younger boys gone, the two Masters seemed distant to the rest 
of  the small group. They continued to talk softly to one an other, as Jordan 
and I  remained kneeling and Shaun had gone back stand next to  Mark.

I'm guessing that the two men wanted nothing to do with us slaves, or any 
slave,  right this moment. I believe that Master Doc was reassuring my Master 
that what  he had accomplished in such a short time was nothing less than 
remarkable. I  noticed that both men were now holding hands as they slowly worked 
their way to  the open barn doors.  

On the other hand, I'm thankful that Master Doc interceded, on our behalf. If 
 Master had stayed upset and angry, he could have easily taken out his  
frustrations on any one of us three slaves or all of us had he so  chosen.

My brain began to whir and all I could think about now was how bad my dad 
must  feel about right now. I'd never seen or heard him ever get that way, so I'm 
 thinking it was a one and done sort of moment for him. I couldn't believe 
that  the dad I knew could also have another life as a mean and self-centered 
bastard.  Did I want to ever work along side of him, in the slave trade 
business?   Did I want to really work at all, now that I was having satisfying sex, 
with  nice people? Dad has enough money to buy whatever he wants. Mom has enough 
money  to do as she pleases and my Master has enough money and resources to 
keep  himself happy for life. What do I have?  Fuck, I don't even own clothes,  
let alone have a dollar to my name! I have a roof over my head, food to eat 
and  get to have sex; nothing more, nothing less. I need to make something of 
myself  and get a life; but how on earth can I now do such  things?

The thoughts kept rushing into my thought process at such a high rate of 
speed  that I was becoming overwhelmed. I began to block out the sights and sounds 
in  the barn, including the sense of smell and went quickly into my 'private  
space'.

Floating in fond memories, I found solace. I could think of nothing except my 
 friends, my car and my closet full of the finest clothes money can buy. The 
days  and nights of laughter and total freedom were some of my better moments. 
I  re-visited my most recent birthday party, finding comfort in knowing that 
I had  such good friends; all of whom are from 'well to do' families.  The 
sights  and sounds of mom rushing effortlessly through the house, being a devout 
wife  and mother. I couldn't help but to recall all of the great times I'd had 
while  on the swim team. The team practiced, and competed as a unit, a family 
of sorts.  

I realized that just having sex, to have sex; wasn't all that great. Sure I 
got  to be one of the 'cool kids' at school because of sex but now I can tell 
that  there is a big difference in casual sex versus intimate sex; which by my  
standards is so, so much nicer. I thought of the many times that I'd been 
forced  into sex acts with men, and that wasn't sex. I'm thinking about the sex 
with  Jordan, and Master; which is the real deal. I suppose being away from 
family  permits one to explore and experience the real world. I'm even 
considering the  blowjob that Alan gave me to be more than casual sex; well, at least he 
told me  that he really does care a lot about me.  

The two Masters came back to Jordan and me and hooked our collars with their  
fingers and led us over to Mark and Shaun. Both of us were then permitted to  
stand; one of us on either side of the  table.

Up close, Mark looked even better than before. Shaun had given the boy a good 
 rub down with some sweet smelling oil, which made Mark's skin glisten and 
look  even smoother. Mark's earlier yelling and screaming had come from him 
getting  his foreskin removed; which now left nothing more than an ugly looking 
ring of  raw flesh encircling his cock. It was plain to see that some sort of 
clear  substance had been spread all over the end of Mark's cock; thus helping 
to  promote healing and ward off infection. Master Doc busied himself by 
searching  through one of the cabinets, only to return and lay a cloth covered tray 
on  Mark's  chest.

Master reached underneath the table and produced the glass tube that I'd 
earlier  deposited my sperm in; which thankfully never left with my  father.

Mark look horrified as Master commanded him to open his mouth; holding the 
tube  close to Mark's lips. "Open!", shouted Master. "There is no sense in 
allowing  this seed to go to waste, and you'll be getting plenty more from a lot 
more  cocks in the days to come." Master placed his other hand over Mark's 
forehead  and squeezed rather hard, which caused Mark to open his mouth. I watched, 
with a  small degree of happiness, as my cold sperm slide from the tube and 
into Mark's  mouth. I could easily see Mark's Adams apple move up and down so I 
knew that  he'd swallowed it. What was funny, kind of, was when Master pushed 
the tube into  Mark's mouth and allowed it to stay there telling Mark, "we'll 
just let the last  bit of sperm drain out and besides; I'm sure that you will 
appreciate the  smell."

Shaun stepped in and fastened a large leather strap across Mark's forehead; 
as  Master Doc began unwrapping the tray. Once I saw the contents, I knew that 
Mark  was going to be in for some rather painful body piercings. Shaun, 
nicely, put a  small butt plug in Mark's mouth after he'd removed the empty tube. I 
could see  Mark struggling to get his breathing under control as he tried to 
acclimate his  mouth to the latex  intruder.

I could see everything from where I stood. I knew, just by the size of the  
rings, that Mark was going to look exactly like myself and Jordan. It sure  
seemed odd, to be watching another body get decorated. The ear rings didn't'  
bother me, nor did they seem to bother Mark; but when Master Doc began spreading  
out Mark's nose, I knew that the pain would be intense. Mark's eyes looked 
like  he'd just seen the devil; and perhaps he did. The crunch of the cartilage 
was an  instant reminder of how mine sounded, when the hole was punched 
through. Shaun  was a great help to Master Doc, as he was dabbing up the blood from 
Mark's nose.  The only difference between my first piercing and Mark's is that 
Mark wasn't  getting any bead on his rings. Master Doc and Shaun were using 
that heat gun and  some chemical to weld the two ends together. I'm guessing 
that either Master or  Mark's father wanted them to remain quite large and had 
no immediate plans to  reduce them in  size.

Mark faired much better, but still in pain as his nipples were ringed and  
sealed. Mark received his anal piecing before he suffered through getting his  
Prince Albert. The only difference between Mark and me was that he didn't get  
the rings in his scrotal sac. That should have been an instant indicator that  
his father was still considering having his son's nuts removed. When all of 
the  piercings were in, Master Doc had Shaun remove the mouth gag. Saliva began 
to  roll from Mark's mouth much like that of a rabid  dog.

"I've had enough yelling and screaming for one day," Master said in a most  
sullen voice. "I'm going back to the house for awhile. Perhaps I'll feel better 
 after I've had a short nap." I couldn't help but to feel sorry for Him. 
Having  my father yell at him that way was way beyond any chance for the two of 
them to  reconcile their differences. Master turned and walked slowly out of the 
barn and  back towards the  house.

"Well then," Master Doc said, as he looked at Shaun. "I think I need to be  
getting back to the boys downstairs, as we all know how teenagers can be when  
left unsupervised. Why don't you let this slave (pointing to me) bath the 
other  slave and then he can display for you, his ability to perform a good enema 
on  the newest of the  slaves."

"Very well Sir," came a military type reply from  Shaun.

After Master Doc had removed himself from the barn, Jordan crawled towards 
the  tub, with me crawling behind him. His tunnel was still red and swollen from 
the  tortuous fisting my father had inflicted upon him. Just by the sound of  
footsteps I could tell that Shaun was directly behind the two of us; either  
watching our movements or else he had some other sinister plan in mind.  

The shower room in the barn wasn't as nice as the one in the cottage. This 
one  was nothing more than a gigantic fiberglass enclosure, with six or eight 
hooks  in the ceiling, at least a dozen hooks in the walls and the floor was a 
smooth,  glazed,  concrete.

I took my time washing Jordan, and was hoping that he could feel my sadness 
for  him; just by the way I was tending to his body. I only used my bare hands 
to  wash his abused tunnel entrance, as the sponge or even the brush would 
have  caused Jordan a great deal of anguish. I was petrified, in some ways, when 
it  came time for me to put some grease in his tunnel, let alone having to put 
a  butt plug back  in.

Jordan must have sensed my reluctance and reached behind himself and placed 
his  hand over mine; thus forcing the plug into himself which only caused him 
to yelp  and scream. Shaun didn't say a single word to either of us the entire 
time. He  either was pleased with my diligence or he just wanted to watch two 
slaves in  the  shower.

Jordan, crawled from the shower, still dripping wet and Shaun told him to 
return  to the stall in which he 'entertained' my  father.

I was ordered to remain in the shower and await Mark. A few minutes later 
Shaun  appeared, with Mark crawling behind him attached to a heavy chain  leash.

I got Mark into position, near the drain, and flashbacks of my first enema 
came  to mind. I didn't want Mark to have to endure the discomfort as I had; but 
I  knew that I had a job to  do.

I was about to insert the nozzle up Mark's tunnel, when Shaun grabbed it from 
my  hand and in less than two seconds had it shoved up the kids ass. Shaun 
yelped  and pleaded but to no avail.  

I made sure the water temperature was tepid before I opened the valve to 
permit  the water to flow. I'm guessing that Shaun had no idea that the water 
wasn't  going in fast. I only had to listen for signs of discomfort from Shaun 
before I  shut the water off.  

Four times, Mark got filled up before he 'ran clean'. I was glad that this 
part  of Mark's processing was over with. I only had a need to get over and be 
with  Jordan, and Mark wasn't in any of my  plans.

Mark was led out of the shower area and over to the same stall as Jordan was 
in.  Just that simple little thing began to upset me; but Shaun quickly 
returned to  me and ordered me to get clean, both inside and out. Thankfully he left 
me  alone, as he had 'other more important things to  do.'

Once clean, I started to crawl out of the shower cubicle and was greeted by  
Shaun; who was now beaming with joy for some unknown reason. He clipped my 
leash  on and took me over to Jordan's stall. A swift boot to my butt sent me 
toppling  over into the stall. I reeled around to see Shaun walking  away.

One quick look and I already didn't like what I was seeing. Mark's chain 
leash  was fastened to a huge ring in the wall; and he was resting his head on 
Jordan's  chest. Jordan was rubbing the boys bare chest in a way which seemed, to 
me, to  be a bit more than a friendly manner. Mark had his own legs bent at 
the knees  and wide so that his fresh anal piercing wouldn't be disturbed. I 
guess,  briefly, that I might have been a tad jealous of the situation but I had 
enough  on my mind that I quickly dismissed Jordan's display of companionship 
towards  Mark.

After picking myself up from the floor, I crawled over to an opposing wall 
and  stretched out on the straw. I could see Jordan and Mark looking at me as if 
I  didn't want to be bothered. How soon I dozed off; it was great and both my 
body  and mind needed the rest. I was trying to dream of ways to exact some 
sort of  revenge, punishment, or retribution against my own father. I came up 
with a ton  of ideas, all of which were nearly impossible to pull off, not to 
mention  impractical. The one or two ideas that I felt secure with needed to be 
told. I  had to find a way to tell Master what I had been thinking and 
dreaming about.  Would there ever come a time that Master would allow me to speak  
'freely'?

The rustling and clanking of Mark's chain woke me up, with the next thing 
being  Shaun ordering me up off the floor. I crawled over to Mark, where I was 
told to  grasp his two ankles and pull them back towards his head; which I 
quickly did. I  surprised even myself that I was even responding to Shaun with a 
"Sir, Yes  Sir".  Shaun stepped out, only to return with the small butt plug all 
 slimed down with anal grease. I beamed with delight, but I'm sure that no 
one  saw my display of pleasure.  
Mark went  ballistic when the plug was shoved forcefully up his tunnel. 
Because I had a  firm grip on his ankles and my crotch was directly over his head; 
he could move  much, if any. The first step in learning to accept your new 
life as a slave is  that you don't own your body anymore and that a free man can 
do most anything to  you that he or she wants. In Mark's case, it was 
accepting his naked hairless  form, body decorations, no intimate time alone in the 
shower and to always have  something up his slave ass. Ah, do I remember those 
first few days of my new  life, or what? The view of the black plugs base along 
with the steel anal ring  looked amazing; but Mark's farmers tan didn't do 
much more to accentuate his new  body. In the days ahead he would begin to tan 
quite nicely. I remember when I  lay on the table aboard ship and saw my own 
boardshort tan line. Now, I'm  getting a rich deep tan from stem to stern. Mark 
will adjust quite nicely, I  think.

The three of us were then told that we had to get down to the main house; as  
there was some sort of surprise waiting for us. With Mark's chain in Shaun's  
hand, and Jordan's and my leash dragging along between our legs we were off 
to  the house. Since we were behind Shaun and Mark, it was an enjoyable crawl. 
We  got to watch Mark struggle to crawl with his legs spread out wide, trying 
to  avoid the anal  ring.

The closer we got to the house, the more we heard sounds of joyful playing 
and  laughter. There was a faint column of smoke rising above the hedges and 
bushes  and I quickly figured out that someone was having a  barbeque.

The butler greeted our group at the gate; he too was smiling and in the most  
cheerful mood he'd been in since we arrived. As we entered, the five boys  
stopped playing in the pool and came to greet us with big hugs and a few kisses. 
 Master and Master Doc strolled over and told us that we needn't crawl; that 
is  except for  Mark.

I couldn't figure out what in the hell was going on; but whatever the fuck it 
 was, I wasn't going to complain. Jordan didn't seem to be as nearly excited 
as I  was; and I didn't understand why  not.

Master grabbed hold of Jordan's and my leash and pulled us off to the side, 
with  Master Doc bringing up the rear. "Your Masters have decided to institute 
a new  rule. If all and I mean ALL, the slaves have been good during the week; 
we shall  have a cookout during nice weather each and every Saturday. Any 
slave that is  either new, or who hasn't worked to his or her ability will forgo 
the cookout.  However, slaves will not be allowed to speak; unless they are 
required to speak.  Have I made myself  clear?"

"Master, Yes Master," Jordan and I replied simultaneously.  

"Well, go play if you wish and you have permission to use the pool as well,"  
stated Master Doc. Jordan and I didn't need any coaxing. We ran off and did  
cannonballs into the pool. Mark was led over to one of the pool loungers and 
his  chain was  attached.

It didn't take but a minute and the five boys joined us in the pool and I was 
 surprised by their attentiveness to my body. They commented to us how nice 
we  looked and how much fun we all were going to have at the cookout. I was  
dumbfounded by the terminology they used when referring to 'fun'. I didn't know  
which of the boys found it rather amusing to start twisting my own butt plug, 
 but it didn't bother me. I just knew that these boys were just like I was 
when I  was their age. At fifteen and sixteen all I could think about was sex 
and more  sex and always jerking myself  off.

Both of the Masters quickly shed their own clothes and slid into the warm 
pool  water. Most of the boys gravitated to them, and left Jordan and I to find 
our  own enjoyment. I wanted to speak with him but knew that doing so would 
only  result in something far worse than being taken out of the pool. I glanced 
at  Jordan, but didn't make any attempt at approaching him. I started to do the 
'dog  paddle' in the pool; putting distance between the two of us, plus the 
exercise  might help me to relax a bit  more.

I was over half way to the other end of the pool when the kitchen door opened 
 and the housekeeper came out; pushing a large metal serving cart. The butler 
 quickly went and assisted her. I watched intently, at the two of them and 
was  beginning to think something other than just two employees of our  Masters.

They quickly went about setting pitchers of tea and a tray of cold sodas on 
to  one of the several tables. I glanced over to Mark, who seemed to still be 
in a  great deal of discomfort. Once I'd gotten to the other end of the pool, I 
 climbed out and walked right passed the housekeeper and over to  Mark.

As I sat on the lounger, Marks eyes followed my every move. I slowly began to 
 run my hand up and down his back, in a way which should have reassured Mark 
that  he would be okay, with time. Mark shivered when my hand went down to his 
butt  crack, and I knew that he wasn't accustomed to having a slave pay him 
such  attention. I tapped his butt plug once or twice, not to mention I flicked 
my  fingers on each of his dangling pieced of body jewelry.  

I couldn't help but to think that his own father might have him castrated. 
How  demoralizing is that? What red blooded kid wants to go through life without 
the  ability to have a good spurt of baby makers. I suppose time will tell 
what his  fate will be; but I'm hoping that he gets to keep his balls; even 
though I don't  like him all that much  yet.

I wanted to attempt to let Mark know that I wasn't just a slave. I wanted him 
to  know that I cared about him, even if it was only in small ways. I slid 
myself  off the lounger and knelt directly in front of Mark, allowing our eyes 
to lock  onto each others. Little did he or anyone else know that he (Mark) 
would be part  of my plan to raise havoc upon my own father; if I could find the 
ways and means  to exact the  plan.

To seal the deal, I leaned forward and gave Mark a soft gentle kiss on his 
lips  and to my astonishment he began to flick his tongue at my lips. I think 
perhaps  he'd had enough pain and humiliation for one day and was simply 
grateful that  someone was paying a bit of attention to him. I didn't want everyone 
to see his  actions so I quickly leaned away from him; only to discover that 
his eyes had  those sad 'puppy dog' looks. I rubbed the top of his naked head 
and made my way  back to the  pool.

Shaun had chosen to sit alone and simply observe the activities and I for one 
 wasn't going to go upset him by going over and sitting beside him. He would 
fit  into soon enough, after the Masters had gotten a better chance to work 
alongside  him when there wasn't so much commotion going on, as had been the 
case a couple  of hours ago. The one thing that struck me odd was how or where 
Shaun was going  to get his things from dad's school. I'm guessing that he'd 
just have to  purchase everything new in town. Not that I'm weird or anything; 
but Shaun is  rather handsome for a man. He doesn't have much fat on his body, 
if any at all.  My eyes made contact with his as I passed in front of him. He 
smiled a pleasant  smile, but I knew deep down that he was still quite upset 
over the earlier  fiasco. He had a good sized bulge behind his shorts as well, 
or have I already  mentioned  that.

The two employees were standing at the grill, putting on hot dogs, hamburgers 
 and chicken. The sight of such food activated my hunger pains and I was 
anxious  to try some of the food. The housekeeper went about setting the two 
remaining  tables with pretty checkered cloths, glasses, silverware and even cloth 
napkins.  This was truly going to be a day to  remember.

I used the steps this time, to enter the pool and noticed that Jordan was 
still  watching every move I'd been making. I almost swam over to him but I opted 
to  stay separated from the entire mass of man flesh. The water felt 
refreshing, and  it felt extraordinarily good on my knees; which had become rather 
callous and  dry from all of the crawling. I lowered myself deeper into the 
water, to where  only my head was above water. I closed my eyes so that I could 
feel my own body  reacting to the water and how my piercings seemed to want to 
float upwards. I  put my hand between my legs and for the first time, I felt the 
large anal ring.  I was amazed just how sensitive that part of my body was. 
It really did feel  good, when I tugged softly on the ring and when I started 
to see if it would  spin around beneath my skin; I was shocked that such action 
could heighten ones  awareness to his own genitalia.  Slowly and without 
allowing my face to  give away what I was doing; I continued to pull and turn the 
ring until my thing  began to harden. With my eyes closed, I floated off into 
a place, some place I'd  never been before; and I was having intimate sex with 
a man, who I could see who  it was. My mind tried and tried to see the man, 
but his entire body was nothing  more than a blurry  shadow.

I was startled from my daydream by one of the older boys. He had swan under  
water and apparently noticed my thing trying in vain to stiffen. He did 
however,  manage to get both of my balls into his mouth and have a bit of fun, until 
he  had to come up for  air.

Before he went back down, he had me turn around and hold on to the side of 
the  pool, with my legs spread wide. The next thing I knew was that he was 
behind me,  playing with my butt plug; which did nothing more than too excite me 
even  further.

One by one everyone was getting out of the pool and grabbing a cold drink. I  
watched as Jordan went over and picked up a can of soda and began swigging it 
 down. I climbed out and went, as well, to the table which had the tea and 
soda.  I picked up a can, and then another can and proceeded to use my hands to  
communicate with the housekeeper asking if she might have two spare bowls on 
the  cart. She reached down to the bottom shelf and handed me two small 
disposable  bowls, made of thick paper and coated with  something.

I went over to Mark and placed both bowls on the pool deck and then popped 
the  tops from the cans and poured them into the bowls. I got down on my hands 
and  knees and joined Mark; as we both lapped up the ice cold soda pop.  

My actions didn't go unnoticed. Shaun was watching with a big grin as were 
the  Masters. Jordan apparently had failed to remember that he was still a slave 
and  drank from his can; and he had a concerned look on his  face.

The housekeeper called out to one of the boys to help her distribute the 
meal.  He gladly assisted her.  She put meat on each plate, as the boy spooned out 
 some macaroni salad and a handful of baby carrots and slices of celery on 
each  plate. Another boy came running up and began putting the plates around the 
 tables, starting with our two Masters.  

Once all of the plates had been put around the two tables everyone sat down,  
including the butler and the housekeeper. I was the last to arrive and took 
my  seat, in between two of the boys. Master said nothing more than, "Let's 
eat!"  and everybody began to scarf down the food; except me.  

I stood up and lifted my plate from the table, as I'd noticed that there 
wasn't  one for Mark. I attracted the eyes of everyone there, as I moved away and  
proceeded to go over to Mark. I put the plate down in front of him and he and 
I  began taking turns at dropping our mouths into the plate of food; making 
sure  that we each got enough to eat. The food was some of the best I'd had in 
months.  I wanted to go back for a second helping but I didn't want to expose 
myself to  scrutiny.

What happened next was something I'd not expected. Shaun came over and sat 
down  on the lounger and gave me the most intense glare I'd ever seen. I 
couldn't tell  if he was mad or happy. He sat in silence, his eyes never blinked, his 
muscles  never  flinched.

Suddenly, "Who gave you permission to feed this slave? By what right do you 
take  it upon yourself to do such a thing?" he asked in a low tone, yet one of  
authority.  

"Sir, this slave only wanted to make sure that the new slave had something to 
 drink and eat Sir. The slave did not participate in the enjoyment of the 
pool or  the friendship of others Sir." I said in a most humble  way.

"Well slave, I can see that you and I need to have a session but I'm going to 
 let it go this time. At least you had the thought to care enough about your  
fellow slave that you dare risk a punishment session. Just don't let it 
happen  again or you'll find yourself on the receiving end of a sturdy whip." Shaun 
 smiled a meek smile, but it was a smile nonetheless, as he got up and 
rejoined  the  others.

After the meal was completed and the boys had cleaned off the tables, they  
headed directly for the studio. Master Doc took Jordan with him into the house; 
 as I watched Shaun leading Mark out by the chain.  

Master, finally after all this time, came to me and told me to follow him. At 
 first I had no idea why or where we were going until Master turned and 
entered  the house as well. Thankfully Master was walking slow enough for me to 
keep up  with him. He took me to a part of the house I'd not been before and He 
began to  climb a set of  stairs.

After six or seven steps He stopped and turned to me, "It is time for my bath 
 and then we'll go to bed; perhaps watch a movie or two  first."             

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