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Sail Away Chapter Forty Six 
The stairs led to a hallway which I hadn't seen before. The carpet was  
luxurious. It felt like my knees were on clouds. Even the air temperature was  
cooler than the main floor which was a welcome relief. I continued following my  
Master for about another twenty five feet, until He opened up a large oak door  
and went through. I waited until given permission before I crawled through 
the  expansive opening.  
This for sure had to be Master's private bedroom. I'd never before seen  such 
a big bed and everything in the room reeked of luxury. I followed Master  
past several large pieces of furniture and into what was the world's biggest  
bathroom. I couldn't help but to stare in awe of my  surroundings. 
Master turned to me and said, "slave, in this room you may stand when you  
feel the need and you may also speak when spoken to; is that  understood?" 
"Master, yes Master," I quickly responded. 
"Now let's get the tub water started and then you can disrobe me and bath  me 
like the well trained slave that you are becoming." He said with a comforting 
 smile. 
After responding properly, I quickly began to adjust the water to a nice  
temperature and I even added a small amount of scented body oil to the water;  
watching as it made the cutest little bubbles. As the water ran, I turned all my 
 attention to my Master and removed all of his clothing; placing it neatly on 
one  of those fancy chairs that has a built on clothes rack on the back of 
it.  
Master slid effortlessly into the tub and seemed pleased that the water  was 
properly adjusted to his liking. Did I mention that the tub was big? It even  
has water jets on all five sides.  
I began gently scrubbing Master's back as He started speaking to me. I'm  
sure that what He was saying wasn't meant for me to comment on; as none of it  
seemed to really be a question. 
Master spoke about the recent turmoil he and dad had gotten into and how  
much He hated such things; especially in front of other men. Master told me that  
this wasn't the first time that the two of them had come to loggerheads. 
Master  seemed pleased that Shaun had decided not to return to Guatemala with  my 
dad. He spoke a lot about the new slave, Mark, and how he would be properly  
trained by Shaun every day and through out the night hours. I couldn't help but 
 to wonder why Master was telling me such details, unless he just needed a 
body  to speak at. 
Master spoke even more about Jordan and how pleased He was that  Jordan 
seemed to be settling in. He  talked some about Master Doc, and how he was glad 
that he had a slave to tend to  his personal needs and desires. Talking about 
Jordan in such a  way, left me feeling rather sad; as I had never given any 
thought to the two of  us slaves being separated for any length of time. 
I had finished washing Master's legs and chest, leaving only His genital  
area to bath. I carefully washed His cock and balls; but I only used my hands,  
leaving the sponge out of the task. Master's cock began to harden under my  
fingers, which He seemed all to pleased.   
As my soapy fingers were 'washing' the area behind Master's balls, Master  
finally said to me, "Is there anything the slave would care to talk about? Just  
be very careful what you say and how you say it. Should I determine that your 
 speech is disrespectful, insubordinate, demeaning or down right stupid I 
won't  hesitate a second to summon Master Doc and Shaun and you will be whipped 
to  unconsciousness." 
Shit, here is the perfect time to mention to Master what kind of plans I  had 
of my very own; but now I was scared shitless that He might take my words  
the wrong way. 
I slid my hand out from under Master and took up the sponge, once again,  and 
began to gently wash Master's feet. Master hadn't allowed me into the tub,  
so it was rather awkward for me to get to His other foot; but I managed.  
Finally, after minutes of silence, I began to speak; guarding each and every  word 
from my mouth. 
I don't' know how long I spoke, but it was enough time to actually bath  
Master completely for a second time. Master remained calm and seemed rather  
docile while I gingerly made my thoughts come out clear and precise; without  
abusing any of the guidelines that Master had set forth. 
The moment I set the sponge aside, Master pushed Himself up and stepped  out 
of the tub. I quickly grabbed one of those really fluffy towels and dried  Him 
off. Master seemed to be in a different zone; as He simply told me that I  
was now to 'turn down His bed." 
That phrase caught me off guard for a few seconds, until I remembered  from 
one of the videos what the terminology meant. I could tell that Master was  a 
littler perturbed by my slow response to His directive. 
As Master was sitting on the edge of the bed He said, "Go now and clean  
yourself, then come to Me." 
I made like a freight train back to the bathroom and quickly bathed,  again; 
as I wasn't dirty or smelly the time I spent in the tub was minimal.  
Master was already propped up on several pillows, his right hand patting  the 
bedding; so I quickly slid into the Master's bed and lay there with only a  
single pillow under my head. Master laughed aloud, telling me that I'd need 
more  than the one pillow if I was to watch a movie. Master indicated where I'd 
find  additional comfort and I quickly retrieved two more pillows; now the two 
of us  were leaning against the headboard. 
My eyes searched the room for cameras, mirrors, implements of discipline  and 
anything else that might indicate the nights' activities. Astonished, to  
discover that Master's personal bedroom was not like other rooms in parts of the  
main house.  
I watched as Master grabbed a remote from His nightstand and pushed a  
button; causing a screen to descend from the ceiling. Moments later a movie  
started, which to my surprise wasn't a sex video.  
After a few minutes of viewing the movie, the butler came in and gave  Master 
a mixed drink; and for me all I received was an intimidating stare from  the 
butler.  
With a drink in one hand and my thing in the other, Master seemed content  
just watching the movie. I watched also, but Master's fingers kept twinking with 
 all my body jewelry which prevented me from becoming engrossed with the 
film. An  occasional squeeze of my balls kept me alert to just about anything 
Master saw  fit to do with His slave. 
After the movie ended, a couple pushes of the remote sent the screen back  
into the ceiling and the lights to go out; with the exception of one, which  
dimmed so that I could just barely make out the outline of Master's  body. 
Things started out rather simple; with me performing oral sex, which is  
apparently something Master truly enjoys. Finally Master had had enough of that  
and eased me onto my back; pulling my legs up and back towards my head; which 
He  then had me hold momentarily. As I held my ankles, Master eased the plug 
from my  tunnel and held it in front of my face. I released my right ankle and 
took the  butt plug and eased as much of it as I could into my mouth, before 
taking  control of my ankle again. 
Master began fucking me slowly and deliberately. It felt so good and my  
young emotions were once again beginning to overcome my thoughts of Jordan and  
Alan. It seemed different somehow. Master wasn't making it seem like passionate  
sex. It was just sex; which is something that I could relate to; seeing as 
how  I'd fucked a few girls just so I could say that I'd fucked  them. 
There wasn't even a kiss, not even a word the entire time. Rapidly, I  began 
to realize that Master was using me like I'm supposed to be used. It was  
becoming apparent that Master knew exactly what he wanted all  along. 
I could only think, however vain it was of me, that Master had always  wanted 
me for one reason; and one reason only. Now cemented in my head was the  idea 
that Master had only desired me for all of these years, just to get me away  
from my father. It wasn't that he loved me or anything like that; just that he 
 wanted me to not be raised as a slave trader but as a slave. I could, 
however,  hope that such thinking was in error; but the more my thought process 
lingered  on the subject matter, the more I was becoming convinced that I was 
right.  Master has to love me! After all, I am his nephew. 
That last sudden thrust, with Master's pubic hair brushing into my smooth  
skin told me that He was finished. Before Master withdrew his cock, He reached  
up and removed the plug from my mouth. Immediately after pulling out His dick, 
 the butt plug was unceremoniously re-inserted up my tunnel. 
Master just eased Himself off of me and positioned Himself on His back,  with 
His legs slightly bent and wide. I knew what He was expecting, so I really  
had no choice but to move into position and suck His cock clean of cum and ass  
slime. 
"Now slave, you must remove yourself from your Master's bed." Master said  in 
a quiet tone. "You will sleep here, next to my bed", as He pointed to the  
floor directly next to His side of the bed.  
I slid off of the bed and moved around to Master's side and before I even  
got down to the floor, Master tossed one of the pillows down for me to use; as  
He was now sliding His own legs over the edge of the bed. "But before you 
sleep,  you must remember that your Master always enjoys a good healthy piss after 
a  good fuck." 
Astonished that Master would or even could say something like that to me;  I 
had no choice but to kneel between His legs and accept a healthy dose of His  
hot piss before I was to get any sleep. I was finally getting myself situated 
on  the floor, when Master once again spoke, as the one remaining light was 
nearly  dimmed to extinction. "You will find a chain and a lock under the bed. I 
must  always secure yourself each night that you spend with your  Master." 
I stuck my arm under the bed and found the huge chain and lock. Slowly I  
pulled it out and locked it onto my ankle cuff. I gave it a short yet hard tug  
just to see how secure it was under the bed; and quickly found out that it was  
anchored well. 
In the darkness, with my eyes wide open, I recaptured the events of the  day . 
I was soon finding myself fading into my 'private space'; just about the  
time I began to replay my most recent fuck. 
I awoke only to discover that my sleep had been terminated by my Master  and 
His need to piss. As Master stood erect and prominent on His two feet, I  
scurried on to my knees to once again assist my Master in relieving his  bladder. 
Now that I'd had two servings of Master's piss, I too needed to relieve  
myself. Thankfully Master unlocked me from the chain and allowed me to scurry  
into the bathroom to piss. I jumped into the tub and knelt over the drain, as  
the pressure of my bladder quickly began to subside.  I was thankful for the 
opportunity, as I  wasn't sure just how much longer I could have held it in. 
I stepped out of the tub as directed and began the water running in  Master's 
huge shower. Just before I thought I was going to bath Master, He  ordered me 
downstairs to the kitchen. He never said why I was to go, but I was a  bit 
curious as to the reason he didn't want me to bath him. 
Once I'd opened the bedroom door, I dropped down and crawled my way back  
down to the kitchen, noticing on the way, that the sun had already come up. I  
guess Master and I had slept longer than I'd thought we did. The odor of food  
was beginning to make it's way into my nose, which seemed all to quickly to  
alert me to my own hunger. 
I was greeted rather rudely by the housekeeper once I arrived in the  
kitchen. She pointed to a bowl near one corner of the kitchen and told me that  my 
meal was getting cold. I couldn't tell what in the hell was in the bowl, but  I 
ate it none the less. It wasn't anywhere as good as yesterday's meal; but on  
the other hand it wasn't as bad as having to eat the standard slave chow.  
Once I'd finished the meal, the housekeeper instructed me to hurry my  "cute 
tight slave ass" up to the barn. Gee, this lady sure has a way of making  me 
feel wanted, NOT! 
As I left the enclosed pool area, I noticed that the cart had been  removed; 
not to mention that I had yet to see Jordan. I wasted  little time getting 
myself up to the barn. I noticed that there was a fairly new  pickup truck parked 
near the barn, as well as discovering that the cart had also  been brought 
up.  
All of the "porno boys", along with Jordan were  already in the barn; as was 
Shaun. I had yet to see Mark, but I wasn't overly  concerned that I didn't. 
Jordan appeared to be in good  spirits, as he smiled one of his 'dreamy' 
smiles at me just as soon as he saw me  enter the barn. I crawled over to him and 
took up the proper kneeling position;  while the boys were focused on 
something that Shaun was showing them in one of  the many cabinets.  
Jordan gave me a slight nudge with  his body, directing my attention over 
towards Mark's stall. It seemed to me,  that there was a man standing with his 
back to us, legs slightly spread, with a  naked body kneeling in front of him. 
Then I noticed that there was another man  standing off in the far corner of 
Mark's stall. For now, that was all I was  going to see. I'm guessing that 
Jordan knew more about what was going  on than I did. 
The entire group of boys came over and took me into the shower area;  where 
unbeknownst to me, they proceeded to give me my enema and to bath me. They  
really seemed to be getting in to this domination theory. My enema seemed to be  
a great deal more discomforting not to mention longer. I wasn't able to see  
which of them the main 'player' was in my enema session, but for all I knew;  
they all were taking part in it. The one thing I do know, they all took part in 
 scrubbing my body. There wasn't any sponge, nor any cloth; just several 
rather  stiff brushes working harshly over every inch of my body. I didn't have 
time to  feel beleaguered with my situation, as no sooner had they completed my 
bath;  that one of them pushed me forward onto my hands, while another boy 
greased my  tunnel and shoved in a butt plug. I'm only guessing that Master Doc 
had given  the boys a bit of a break from being down in the studio and to keep 
them  entertained had sent them up here to the barn.  
Gay is gay, but why on earth is Shaun showing them what it is like here  
amongst slaves and Masters? Don't tell me that these weekend porn boys are going  
to start getting involved. If in fact they do, I can only hope that is with 
Mark  and not me. 
Thankfully, if you want to call it that, Shaun came to my rescue. He took  me 
by my collar and led me back over to Jordan; where he left the two of us,  
while he went into Mark's stall. Whatever the conversation was, I wasn't able to 
 tell what they were talking about. I did however hear several yelps and 
moans,  but with the extra person in the stall there just wasn't any way for me to 
see  what was happening. 
If my memory was anywhere near correct; today was Sunday and that meant  the 
boys would be leaving by days end. Thank goodness!  And, that would mean that 
perhaps the  workers (some of them) might be here tomorrow. They really are a 
nice group of  men to hang with, even if they are somewhat 'rednecks'. 
The boys finished cleaning up the shower area and had everything put back  in 
its proper place, just about the time Master Doc came in to the barn. They  
all gathered around him, as if he was their 'shepard' or something a kin to it. 
 As Master Doc made his way to Mark's stall, the boys followed like school 
kids  in a fire drill. 
Mark's stall was now as crowded as a New York subway at rush hour. Clothed 
men,  naked boys and I still was unable to tell exactly what was happening. 
Soon,  Master Doc left the stall with his entourage in tow; walking passed Jordan 
and  me with only a smile and a soft pat on Jordan's head. Jordan  seemed to 
be smiling a bit more, now that Master Doc had acknowledged his  presence.  
Shaun came out and collected me and Jordan, taking us into Mark's stall;  
where I got one hell of a surprise. Mark was on his knees, sucking his younger  
brother's cock, while their father stood in the corner and observed. As I  
crawled passed Mark I could see that his eyes were a bit puffy; apparently from  
hours and hours of crying. He and Shaun must have had a long training session  
the night before. 
Once we'd gotten behind Mark, I saw what must have been something Shaun  had 
conjured up. It looked almost like one of the stools on board dad's ship;  
with a long black dildo attached to it. Mark was being impaled on the latex  
dildo while being made to suck off his brother. I could only imagine just how  
much of the tunnel invader the boy had up his ass; but I'm sure that Shaun was  
keeping track. 
Mark apparently had not been obedient towards Shaun, as he had many; and  I 
mean many marks across his back from an instrument of corrective instruction .  
No wonder the kid has puffy eyes. I know exactly how he is feeling about  now. 
Mark's brother pushed his entire cock into his mouth, causing Mark to gag  
and spew spit from the corners. I'm only guessing that his brother unloaded a  
healthy load of sperm into his mouth. Just as Mark got his breathing under  
control, Shaun took a grip on his shoulders and forced his body down further  
onto the dildo; causing Mark to scream the best he could. Shaun yelled at Mark,  
who still had a cock in his mouth, and gave him a hard bare handed slap on the 
 back of his head. That sent Mark's head one way as the cock popped out of 
his  mouth; all covered in spit and sperm.  
Another slap, in the opposite direction; with Shaun barking orders to  him, 
not to mention telling him that he would have to "suck a free mans' cock a  
hell of a lot better".  
Mark then had to lick his brother's cock clean before the teenager  stuffed 
it back into his jeans. 
Shaun took Mark's wrists and attached them to a spreader bar and  proceeded 
to hoist his arms high into the air. The boys arms looked as if they  were 
about to pop right out from the shoulders, not to mention Mark's groaning  and 
moaning from the anguish he was forced to endure. I was to engrossed  watching 
Mark, that I only heard bits and pieces of what Shaun was saying to the  father. 
I watched as Shaun spread Mark's knees out even further than they were;  
which seemed to heighten and evoke more moans from the new slave. In the blink  of 
an eye, Shaun released the rope holding Mark's two wrist and Mark sank  
straight down. Down, all the way, impaling himself completely on the dildo. The  
screams from Mark were ear shattering; but the convulsions he experienced only  
made matters worse, as Mark began to vomit the contents of his stomach onto 
the  straw floor covering. 
Shaun used his foot to push Mark forward, into the pool of puke; as he  then 
pulled the entire dildo from Mark's tunnel. Shaun seemed to be enjoying  
himself as he offered the dildo to Jordan for cleaning. For me, Shaun  ordered me 
to clean Mark's tunnel. As for Mark, he was ordered to clean up the  mess he 
had just made on the floor.  
Shaun went right to work, licking off the slime and sludge from the  dildo. I 
was momentarily repulsed at the sight of Mark's tunnel entrance. By the  
looks of it, the slave's tunnel had gotten quite a bit of use already. The  
texture of what I sucked and licked from Mark's tunnel told me that he must have  
had more than one cock up his tunnel already. Then oddly enough, I began to  
wonder which of his two family members was his master. By now I knew that one if  
not both had fucked him, but what I didn't know was that after his family 
fucked  him; the five porno boys got their shot at fucking him as well. I was 
cleaning  up after seven loads of male spunk had been deposited.  
Not that I had it worse than the other two, but I couldn't help but to  
think, once again, that my purpose in life now is to be 'transformed' into a sex  
slave; and right about now I wasn't feeling like one. On the other hand, if I  
was Mark, I'd be getting yelled at; with Shaun screaming into my ear telling 
me  that I had to eat the puke soaked straw as well as lick the floor clean. I 
guess  that Jordan had the easiest assignment;  but who am I to speculate. 
When the three of us had finished our task, meeting Shauns apparently  high 
standards for slaves, Mark was yanked out of the stall and taken over to  the 
examination table once again; being secured with at least a dozen wide  leather 
straps. Mark's brother and father followed the duo and seemed to be  rather 
pleased at the prospects of having their own personal slave; even though  their 
slave was a member of their own family. 
Shaun returned to the stall and I was the next one removed, and taken to  
another stall which was clean and smelling of sweet straw. I was then placed on  
my back; only to have my limbs attached to chains and left spreadeagled on the 
 floor. Shaun pulled a tube of some kind from his pocket, smiling an evil,  
sadistic smile. He quickly began to squeeze my bound balls, commenting that 
they  looked perfect for my Master. I thought as much myself, seeing as how my 
balls  brought much joy and pleasure to Master. 
I watched, as he flipped the cap off of the tube and began to squeeze a  
white cream substance on both of my balls, adding a smidge of the cream to the  
tip of my thing as well. I felt so cool and it had an overwhelming mint  
fragrance.  
Shaun proceeded to return the tube to his pocket and then he began to rub  
the moisturizing cream into my skin. When he began working the cream into the  
head of my thing, he made a special effort to get some just inside the lips of  
my piss slit. 
No sooner had he finished and the cool sensation began to turn into one  of 
warmth. Shaun stood up and peered down on to my defenseless body, as the  
warmth turned into heat, searing heat.  He began laughing, just like some of the 
instructors had done back at  dad's school.  It was all a cruel  fucking joke to 
him, the way he had seemed to comfort me with the cream and now  I was 
beginning to think that my body was on fire. 
Just milliseconds before I thought I was going to scream, I thought of my  
life as Master's slave and for some strange reason I withheld any and all major  
outbursts of pain and suffering. I grit my teeth so tight that the only air I 
 could get was through my nose. My subdued moans and groans didn't seem to 
bother  Shaun in the least; as he continued exalting his status over  me. 
Shaun left, but returned with Jordan; who was chained by his collar  and left 
to kneel beside my thrashing body. Jordan's facial  expression didn't seem to 
change much, if at all. I tried concentrating on his  face; hoping to 
distract myself from the torturous pain. I'm guessing that  Jordan thought I was a 
whimp, as he  didn't seem overly concerned about my condition. 
After about thirty minutes, the burning sensation disappeared and I  finally 
was able to get myself physically and mentally back in control. There  was 
now, only the slightest glimmer of a smile on Jordan's face.  What was he 
thinking? Surely he can understand how much pain I had just endured,  or could he? 
AND, why didn't I see even the slightest indication of sadness on  his face 
while I suffered? What's up with all of his instant personality  change? 
Jordan finally sat down next to me  and began to rub the remaining sweat into 
my skin. His hands felt much cooler  than my body, but it was a welcome 
change. He began spooning the beads of sweat  from my bald head, as he leaned over 
and gave my scalp a quick kiss.  
I instantly decided, right then and there, that I wasn't going to waste  time 
on trying to figure Jordan out. I had enough of my own  concerns to deal with 
and I had to get them in some sort of a list; prioritizing  them wouldn't be 
to difficult.  Number one on the list was to always please my Master by doing 
what He  expects of me. The other things on my 'to do list' would just have to 
fall into  line, somewhere after pleasing Master. 
Mark, what can I say about Mark? I hadn't the faintest idea what Shaun  was 
doing with him at this point, and I shouldn't have been to concerned but I  
was. Later in the day I would discover what Mark had been subjected to but for  
now, it just wasn't meant to be. 
Some minutes later, I don't know how long, but Mark's relatives came into  
our stall and the young son became instantly attracted to my body. He began  
telling his father that he wanted Mark to have the rods going through his thing,  
"just like this cum eating fag slave." It wasn't much later, until the kid  
discovered that my tongue had a pivot ball piercing and of course, his 
"personal  dick sucking and shit eating slave" had to have one just like  mine. 
As the kid got his hand beneath my body and pulled out my butt plug, he  
seemed appalled by the size of it. He replaced the plug with three of his  fingers 
and began fucking my tunnel with them. Nothing but trash talk came out  of 
his mouth the entire time.  "To  bad you ain't getting your nuts removed boy," 
the kid said to me, just as he  spit on my face. "Bitch ass fags like you don't 
deserve to have nuts. If you was  on our farm, I'd slice them off faster than 
a greased pig contest." The punk kid  took both of my balls in one hand and 
squeezed them with all of his strength.  Fuck, the kid was stronger than he 
looked and I thought my balls were going to  burst. I wasn't about to let this 
kid know that he was creating pain beyond  belief and I managed to surprise him 
by doing nothing more than to  smile. 
The kid was still squeezing my balls with one hand and fucking my tunnel  
with his other; when I finally noticed the kid's father step up in front of  
Jordan and unzip his jeans. He  command Jordan to " suck a real mans cock,  you 
worthless piece of shit." 
I was beginning to think that my own family wasn't anywhere near as  
dysfunctional as this bunch of fucking hillbillies.  
I continued smiling at the boy, while Jordan surprised  the father with what 
was probably the best fucking blow job he'd ever  received. 

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