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Sail Away Chapter Forty  Four


By the time I'd gotten the cart close to the barn, Master gave a tug on my 
right  ball and I immediately made my way down to the main drive and came up to 
the  back gate of the house. Perhaps I should have pulled up a little more; 
but once  the butler had opened the gate, I could see Jordan toiling away 
performing his  pool duties. His entire body was covered in welts and torn skin from 
his earlier  punishment. I felt sorry for him, yet I myself had to feel pain 
and suffering,  so the feelings towards Jordan's misery weren't all that e
ncumbering.  

My attention was diverted the second that Master came and patted me on the 
head  and telling me that I'd proven that the cart was indeed a good idea. I 
guess in  some way, his words were a compliment to my desire to please him. As he 
walked  away, I could only hope that we would have some more private time 
together. The  more I think of Master the more I'm beginning to think and 
understand like a  slave. At least my Master seems totally committed to taking care 
of me, being  thoughtful and yet a firm disciplinarian when He needs to be. He 
may not be what  I had ever expected him to be, but now that I'm getting to 
know Him, I think  that He is one hell of a good  man.

My father came and faced me, pulling my chin up to meet his gaze. He still 
had  that 'dominant' facial expression that I'd seen so much of while at his 
school.  I didn't let on that I'd changed much from the last time he'd seen me; 
but I'm  sure that if he had the time he probably would have watch some of the 
videos by  now. I really had to do a lot of contemplating over the next few 
months of my  like; that much I did know. I began to wonder if I would really be 
happy working  alongside my own father. I waited for what seemed the longest 
time, before my  father began  speaking.

"Well slave, you sure have changed in the week that you've been here. I must  
admit that I do like the new arrangement of your 'pleasure balls'. Your 
master  tells me that you were punished this morning for a list of transgressions; 
and  I'm hoping that you've learned a most valuable lesson. A slave must learn 
that  sex is a 'forbidden fruit' unless such sex is between a master and his 
slave. I  suppose you have a lot to learn still and I know that you have the 
proper master  to teach you everything you need to learn; in order to please 
him. I'm looking  forward to spending the weekend with your master, so that I 
can help him to plan  ALL his needs for a most excellent school. Your master 
tells me that you've  given him a good donation of slave sperm; which I might add 
is going to be  returning with me. I'm going to see if your selective gene 
pool will bring forth  a new and more willingly slave than those that are 
currently being sired by my  own slave making sperm cells. It will truly be 
interesting to see which one of  us can produce a better slave  baby."

Dan said nothing else, as he abruptly ended his conversation. He made his way 
 into the pool area; only to disappear into the house. I stayed, staring 
intently  at Jordan as he continued to scrub down the sides of the pool. The one 
or two  times that we made eye contact was enough for me to see Jordan's face; 
still wet  with tears and his eyes showing signs of remorse. I had only wished 
that I could  have gone to him; comforting him with an  embrace.

The butler showed up, telling me that I could return to the barn; which under 
 normal circumstances would have been a welcomed relief. However, just 
knowing  that Daniel was here was enough to scare the 'be-Jesus' out of any half 
witted  human  slave.

By the time I'd gotten to the barn, one of the workers had seen fit to have a 
 large pail of cool water available; so that I might quench my thirst. I 
buried  my whole face in the bucket and sucked the water down as if it were the 
last  water on earth. Even as I consumed the water, my piss began to flow 
beneath my  body and I, finally, understood that such things are considered 'normal' 
for a  good slave.  I guess that certain things had already started to become 
 natural for me, as some of the other things would take time for me to accept 
and  embrace with an open mind and heart. I knelt by the cart, after 
finishing the  water; waiting for who knows what to happen. I knew that it wouldn't be 
long  before Daniel would come out and taunt me to no  end.

>From where I was, I could see the workers bustling all around inside the 
barn. I  could also see the driver of the slave transport going back and forth; 
along  with two other men who I could only assume had been in my father's 
vehicle. I  hadn't yet laid eyes on Daniel, but I was in no real hurry either. Nor 
did I see  or hear Mark, as my thoughts were quickly focusing on him; wondering 
if he was  okay. I shouldn't even think like that, but I guess one slave's 
feelings towards  another slave are a normal thing. I wondered if, in time, Mark 
would think about  how he had treated Jordan and would regret his  actions.

It soon became apparent that whatever was going on in the barn didn't seem to 
be  pleasing to some of the workers; as a couple of them made it a point to 
look at  me with sad facial expressions and shake their heads in disbelief.  

I knelt there long enough for me to expel more piss between my legs, 
fortunately  none of it got on the horse hair butt plug; as I'm sure that such, would 
only  add to any infractions which I may have to atone for at a later time. I 
took the  time to look at myself in a whole different light. With the 
different rings on  my body, my balls bound to the top of my thing and everything 
seemed to be  pointing in a direction that I'd never known before. I was slowly 
becoming aware  of my sexuality and it wasn't to difficult to start letting go 
of the past. I  can always think of how 'it was', but now that Master has shown 
me how much  better life can be; I'm in no hurry to get back to that 'free 
man' lifestyle;  where everyone seems to have to be greedy and competitive to 
succeed. A slave's  life may be more demanding and treacherous, but there 
appears to be more pro  than con, when I compare the two. Sure, a slave has to take 
the good with the  bad; and in some cases there is more bad than good; but so 
far I've not had to  experience what perhaps a standard slave endures. Time 
will be the judge of  that, which I'm sure  of.

The noon meal was brought up by Jordan, of all people. We both ate in silence 
as  was the rule. After eating the scrumptious lunch and washing it down with 
 another bowl of water, Jordan and I simply kept on kneeling. There was still 
no  indication as to who, when or what was to happen next. I'm guessing that 
the  Masters and my dad are down in the studio watching the boys make yet 
another  fine movie. Who knows, but I could almost guarantee that dad has had at 
least  one of the boys suck his cock and swallow a good sized load of  manseed.

As the air began to cool and the sunlight began to be hidden from us; our  
Masters and my dad appeared, out of no where. Jordan and I were soon commanded  
to move inside the barn; where the workers were finishing up for the  day.

There, big as life stood Daniel; greeting us with an evil smirk. Thankfully 
both  of us were still on our hands and knees, and I'd only caught a glimpse of 
 Daniel's  face.

He, Daniel, clipped leashes onto the two of us and led us over to an area 
where  I could instantly see two spread-eagled legs, and bare feet. There was a 
mass of  man flesh all around the sides of the two legs; and I could only 
assume that  they were the other men from the vehicles plus two Masters and my 
father. Jordan  and I were commanded to kneel, and when we did; we were face to 
cock with  Mark.

Daniel had shaved the boy from head to toe, leaving the faint scent of soap 
on  the newly enslaved boy's body. I could see some red marks on his legs and  
thighs; which must have occurred yesterday. Mark looked beautiful, now that he 
 was naked and smooth. He has the cutest nipples I'd even seen. His cock 
wasn't  the biggest I'd seen but for one so young, it was rather  impressive .

Daniel had seen fit to put a mouth gag in Mark, so I'm guessing that Mark 
still  has, or had some insubordination in him. Mark's eyes were quite puffy so 
I'm  thinking that he'd cried out all of his  tears.

What came next was the shock of the century for me. My father stepped even  
closer to the boy and began speaking, directly and firmed with conviction. "We  
have been speaking with your father AND mother about you. It seems that 
you've  not only been a disrespectful male here but also at home. Your parents tell 
us  that over the last year or so that you've been forcing yourself on your 
younger  brother. Your mother tells me that she had to take him, once, to the 
clinic so  that the doctor could inspect his rectum. It seems, from speaking to 
her, that  you have forced your brother to take your slave cock up his ass. I 
hear from  your father that you have been forcing your brother to suck your 
dick two or  three times a day as well. I guess you think it was nothing more 
than sheer fun  to watch him swallow your teenage seed. However, things are 
changing for you  now, as you can see. But, what has been decided is that you 
will NOT be coming  with me to our school. You will be staying right here and 
become this new  schools first 'student'. I'm sure you'll appreciate how this 
school will teach  you on the proper etiquette of being a good slave. Then, once 
the school feels  that you've accepted your new life, you will be turned over 
to your new owner.  I'm sure that he'll take good care of you and see to all 
of your needs,  including your sexual outlets. Oh, I almost forgot to mention 
who your new  owners will  be."

Now I'm not stupid; as I just caught what my father had said to Mark. He used 
 the word 'owners'. This was going to be different, not to mention 
interesting.  

"You see, slave, the school could sell you for a most lucrative profit; BUT 
what  has been decided is as follows.  Your parents are going to pay the school 
 to teach you everything there is about being a proper slave. Once you've 
been  taught, you will be returned to your own family and you will become their 
slave  and no longer will you be their son. And before you begin to think how 
your  folks can afford to pay the school; let me just say that your father AND 
your  brother are going to be working around here every weekend until such 
time as the  debt has been paid. At least that way they just might be able to 
watch for  themselves any and all progress you are making. I'm sure that once you 
are  returned to them, that they will have ample duties for you to perform, 
which I'm  sure will be to service your brother, or shall I say 'former 
brother'. Turn  about is fair play, and I'm sure you will suck his cock better than 
he sucked  yours, not to mention him using your fuck hole as a depository for 
his seed and  piss."

The look on Mark's face was beyond description. I couldn't tell if it was one 
of  disbelief or of relief; from not being sent away to a different slave 
school.  The one thing I did know, however, was that his life was about to change 
 forever.  

I learned later on, that evening, that one of the men who came with my 
father;  was going to remain here on the plantation and assume the role of 
'Headmaster'  and his name was Shaun. He wasn't as big as Daniel, but he had the 
muscles to  back up any disobedient slave he'd come across. I'm only guessing that 
he must  have worked at dad's school, but I'd never seen him  before.

My father then began speaking to Mark once more, "Your parents want us to  
castrate you, but I've persuaded them to hold off for a while; until we can  
properly evaluate your learning curve and sexual appetite. They also want you to  
be properly ringed, not to mention circumcised like a proper slave. Don't 
ever  forget that your parents have temporarily given up their claim on you and 
that  we won't hesitate to cut your nuts off and remove your vocal cords if you 
 persist on giving us any more of your juvenile behavior. By this time 
tomorrow,  you'll have taken countless 'free man' cock up your ass and you'll have 
sucked  many a dick, so I won't belabor your training until after Master Doc 
and Shaun  here have gotten you all  prepared."

Dad stepped back and Shaun quickly took hold of Mark and led him over to the  
examination table to begin his initial transformation from free man to slave . 
I  couldn't see Jordan's face; but had I, I'm sure that he must have had a 
slight  smile.

With that part of the evening out of the way, and under way; I began to 
wonder  what was coming next. The one thing, the last thing, I heard my dad say to  
Master and Master Doc was something about Mark's father catching his son, 
Mark,  fucking one of the farm animals; and how much my dad was wondering if the 
boy  would like to be fucked by some animal one day. It wouldn't surprise me 
any, if  they forced Mark to become a 'bitch' for some  animal.
The muffled screams and moans began rapidly as Mark was being lashed down on 
the  steel table; which once again brought back the fresh memories of my own 
initial  processing. Master Doc and Daniel soon joined Shaun and I just knew 
that the  'fun' was just about to begin. This was going to be one newly enslaved 
boy that  wouldn't benefit from the care and affection which Jordan had 
bestowed upon me  and who knows how many  others.

My father began speaking to Master, outlining some of what his normal 
procedures  are with new slaves; most of which I'd been subjected to. Dad reassured 
Master  that Shaun was quite capable of teaching slaves and that Shaun would 
gladly  follow any directives given to him by either of the two  Masters.

Dad began to laugh, louder and louder, the more Mark tried to scream. 
Apparently  Master Doc and Daniel weren't generous, when it came time to inject Mark 
with a  painkiller, prior to removing the slave's  foreskin.

I could see dad taking hold of Jordan's leash and moving towards one of the  
vacant stalls; followed by the two remaining men. I felt sure that the three 
men  were going to avail themselves of Jordan's body. My heart sank to my 
knees, as I  could do nothing more than to envision Jordan's fate under the 
direction of my  father.

Master gently took my leash and led me to one of the remaining stalls, which  
thankfully was at the far end of the row of stalls; allowing me no chance of  
seeing or hearing Jordan or  Mark.

My leash was removed, as was my butt plug. Master sat on the straw covered 
floor  and looked me right in the eyes; as his mouth came closer and closer to 
my lips.  Master kissed me like he'd never kissed me before; sending wave after 
wave of  pent up emotions through my entire body. One of his hands reached 
beneath me and  took hold of my balls and cock. The gentleness of his touch told 
me that I  wasn't, yet, to receive any harsh treatment. Slowly his hand moved 
from my balls  up to my nipple rings, all the while our lips and tongues were 
rapidly  exchanging aggressive  behavior.

My testicles ached for freedom as my thing strained for relief. With all of 
them  fixed to one another, it was extremely painful for me; as my balls wanted 
to  retract and my thing wanted to grow even more. Once or twice, my brain 
was  allowing me to actually feel the flow of blood through the shaft, not to 
mention  you could probably take my pulse just by placing your finger on top of 
my  thing.

I had been so consumed by Master's attention, that I didn't hear anything or  
anyone. It was just the two of us, like I'd earlier hoped for. Master knelt 
in  front of me and I properly removed his shirt, and when Master stood in 
front of  me, I remembered to use my mouth to remove his shorts and skivvies .  

Master's cock hadn't totally erected, until I had it well into my mouth; 
passed  my tongue piecing. Once erect it wormed down my throat and for some reason 
it  was very easy for me to breathe through my nose, this time. Master held 
the back  of my head and gently rocked back and forth; himself, consumed in the 
fervor of  the  moment.

Master's gentle hands now pushed my mouth from his cock and He helped get me  
into the proper position allowing Him to fuck me. It was awesome. My legs, 
this  time, were over His shoulders and His eyes fixed firmly upon mine. The 
feeling  was beyond belief, as He lowered Himself into me. With extreme passion 
Master  began to fuck me. I couldn't even compare Master's fucking with any 
other. With  each thrust, I could only think that I didn't want it to stop; not 
now, not  ever.

The orgasm, that eventually happened; was followed by Master inserting two  
fingers up my tunnel and extracting His seed along with some ass slime. Master  
offered his two fingers to me and I didn't hesitate this time. I needed Him; 
I  needed everything He had to offer me. I wanted nothing more than to please 
my  Master. I licked and sucked every speck of Himself from His  fingers.

Soon, I found myself on hands and knees; with Master slowly working three of 
His  fingers inside of me. Over and over again Master removed the fingers and 
with  each probe He twisted slowly and compassionately. The forth finger, as 
before,  gave me a bit of a challenge but it wasn't near as uncomfortable as 
the first  time Master had done  it.

Master was scrapping against my 'hard spot' with every forward motion; but He 
 was careful not to prolong the massage. It wasn't long before my tunnel 
entrance  was being spread to its fullest; and I knew that the two of us would be 
bonded  at any moment. In a single, deliberate and slow push, Master's whole 
hand was  inside of me and I surprised even myself by not making a sound any 
louder than a  moan.

"Let's see just how much of me you are capable and willing to accept 
tonight",  Master said in a low  voice.

Slowly Master began to twist His hand at the same precise moment He began 
adding  pressure to my body. I never will know how much of Master's forearm 
entered me,  but it was the most exciting and exhilarating experience of my life. 
Master even  allowed me, His slave, to push back on his hand and arm when I 
felt that I could  take more of Him. I was becoming rapidly in love with my 
Master, and I had no  verbal way to express those feeling to Him. We stayed 
'bonded' to one another  for a long time and I felt nothing but emptiness once Master 
had removed  Himself. I was even out of breath and dry mouthed from the  
experience.

It wasn't until I'd regained a significant amount of composure that I noticed 
 the lights and cameras; which apparently had captured our intimate love 
making.  Off to the sides of the equipment I could make out the faces of the boys 
from  the studio; who apparently had come up to watch and/or to see the 'new' 
barn.  They all had smiles on their faces as they stood in silence.  

Master stood up and once again offered his cock to me and I, being a good 
slave,  took it readily. In a matter of seconds Master filled my mouth with his 
hot  golden nectar; which I'm pleased to say, I didn't waste a single drop. 
Master's  piss seemed to be sweet tasting this time and I wouldn't have minded 
another  mouth full, had He had more to  offer.

"Now then slave," Master began, "I think since you've been a good slave for 
most  of the day I'm going to reward you and allow you to pleasure these fine 
young  men. I know that you understand that you must treat them not as equals 
but as  free men. They have permission to fuck you should they so desire, so be 
sure  that you show them all of the respect that they  deserve."

The boys worked their way around the lights and cameras and slowly approached 
 me; talking amongst themselves as to who was going to go first and who was 
going  to do what.  



I soon had a cock in my mouth and one up my tunnel. They weren't as gentle as 
 Master but the flood of passion was still kept burning in my balls. The 
sperm  tasted different and I attributed it to the age of the male. Even the sperm 
 which they took from my tunnel tasted different. Their piss was salty and  
bitter; the complete opposite of Master's  urine.

The only difference came about when all of them took turns kissing me. I 
didn't  feel the compassion from them nor did I feel the desire to return their  
'affection'. I guess I was beginning to really appreciate my Master more and  
more with each passing  minute.

What I hadn't counted on was when the boys began to actually sit on my face,  
expecting me to rim their tunnel entrances. At least they knew better than to 
 smother my face completely with their cheeks. As I tongued each hole, they  
continued to 'play' with my balls and thing; which kept me at a high degree of 
 sexual awareness. Several times they even raised my legs and played with my  
leaking tunnel, which seemed strange at first. One of the boys had actually  
gotten four fingers inside of me, before he withdrew them and wiped them off 
on  my leg.  

Finally, I heard Master telling one of them that their time with 'the slave' 
was  nearing an end and since I'd been an obedient slave he could 'try' to 
bring me  to a climax. Within seconds, two fingers were in me, searching for my 
'hard  spot', while I was still tending to the needs of the boy sitting on my 
face.  

As the fingers searched, they continued to move in and out; which only  
heightened my need for release. It wasn't much longer and I was softly and  
continuously moaning at the same time erupting with string after string of  sperm.

All to soon, the boys left me laying there in the now damp straw. I looked up 
 and could see the smiling and quite content on all of their faces. Recalling 
my  training I got up quickly onto my hands and knees and proceeded to kiss 
the five  pair of feet which stood before me; and thanked each one of them for 
allowing me  to serve them. To my surprise each of them in turn bent over and 
kissed the top  of my head, in a rather appreciative  manner.

Master told them that they needn't put their shorts back on, as there 'just  
might be more for them to experience'. I could only think of Mark, and what 
he'd  been through already. The boys giggled for a moment before moving out of 
my  stall and gathered around the camera  man.

Master returned to me, squatting down in front of me and asking, "Did you 
enjoy  the boys?" I knew that Master was expecting a verbal response. "Master, 
yes  Master. Thank You Master."  Was my proper and true  response.

Master patted my head and kissed me on the lips, before exiting the stall; as 
 the free boys fell in line and followed Master to another area of the  barn .

I could only assume that they were heading towards Mark, yet I still wasn't 
to  alarmed with what Mark was going through. I was more concerned with Jordan; 
as  he was alone with my dad and two other men. I could only hope that he 
wasn't  being tortured to a point where he would become a different person all  
together.

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