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Sail Away Chapter  Forty  Seven


Master Doc appeared out of nowhere and soon I was free of Mark's brother and 
his  manipulations. It was odd, at first that I wondered why Master Doc hadn't 
 released Jordan; but somehow my mind quickly erased any thoughts of Jordan. 
As I  crawled out of the stall, Jordan was working steadily on the kid's cock 
as his  father seemed interested in just observing a slave at  work.

Once  free of the barn, Master Doc simply and without discussion sent me on 
my way  down to the house. I hadn't noticed any immediate reason as to why I 
was going  back to the house, but at least I wasn't around Mark's brother; which 
was a sigh  of relief.

I  had gone up the hill and was on my way down the last leg of the path, when 
I  noticed movement out of my right eye. I slowed down, not wanting to stop; 
and  watched as Mark's father repositioned his truck. I saw Shaun leading Mark 
from  the barn by one of the large chains which he seemed to like to use as a 
leash.  Mark was pushed forward, into the back of the truck and I could see 
that he had  rolled over onto his back. Shaun jumped up, next to Mark and began 
tying him  down spreadeagled. I watched closely, thinking that perhaps Jordan 
would be led  out next, but that never  happened.

After Shaun had finished and slid off the truck, Mark's brother climbed up 
and  stood over Mark; and began unleashing what looked like a long stream of 
piss all  over Mark.

Master Doc, and Mark's father got into the cab of the truck and I heard the  
engine come to life. They didn't even put the tailgate up; thus Mark would be  
totally exposed to anyone who might drive up behind  them.

The  last thing I saw was Shaun giving a cursory wave to the group; as they 
made  their way out to the main road and Shaun returned to the barn, with  
Jordan.

Whatever was going on, I was sure that I'd somehow discover the outcome at 
some  later time and place. I quickened my crawl towards the house and for the 
first  time, there wasn't anyone there to open the gate. I hesitated for a 
moment  before standing and releasing the hatch from the other side. As the gate 
swung  open, I crawled through; then with my left foot I kicked the gate 
closed.  

There  wasn't anyone around the pool or in the pool, so I proceeded to make 
my way up  the few steps which led into the kitchen. I don't know what I did, 
or didn't do;  but the housekeeper was surprised to see me and she immediately 
began scolding  me for scaring the crap out of her. At first I thought I'd 
done something wrong,  but that was quickly put to rest the moment my Master came 
into the kitchen; and  He wasn't to polite when it came to barking at the 
housekeeper for making such a  ruckus. 

I  followed Master as we once again headed down the stairs, which by now knew 
led  to the studio. Funny though, as I slowly descended the stairs my mind 
went back  to the barn; and I came to the realization that there weren't any 
closed circuit  cameras in the barn (yet). I don't know why I thought about 
cameras at a time  like this, but the sheer thought of not being watched 24/7 just 
might have its  good points. Maybe we'd be able to use this time as our 'free 
time' and I could  talk with Mark; which I still hadn't put much effort into  
yet.

The  boys seemed very anxious for my arrival. I quickly learned why. "The 
boys had so  much fun earlier today giving you your enema and bath, which they 
wanted to do  it one more time before their rides come to pick them up." Master 
said to me in  a whimsical tone of voice. I, myself, keyed in on the word  
'fun'.

So  with that said, the boys all seemed to want to get their grubby little 
fucking  hands on my body. The gingerly led me into their shower area. I was 
surprised to  find that there was a vinyl covered 'V' shaped bench in there. It 
was inverted,  and by the time the boys had me in place; my butt was sticking 
way up in the air  and my head was firmly on the cold tiled  floor.

I'm  guessing that because the tiled area was so small that not all of the 
boys could  fit into the area all at the same time. But, surprise, surprise! 
While I was  getting my tunnel cleaned out, I was also getting a majority of my 
body scrubbed  at the same time. The sensation of my gut expanding from the 
warm water flowing  into me and the warm soapy bathing water on the outside; 
seemed to offset one  another making the whole experience one to  remember.

I  couldn't have needed to many 'refills' since my last tunnel rinse, but 
they  seemed to go on forever. I heard Master saying something to the boy who was 
 administering my enema, and now I remember that the 'standard' nozzle which 
had  always been used on me; had now been replaced by some kind of thick, yet  
flexible hose. Each time the boy began to 'refill' my tunnel; the tube was  
pushed in further and further. I thought once or twice that I even felt the 
tube  sliding way up inside of me.  

After  Master was satisfied that my entire intestinal tract had been 
completely  emptied, He handed the kid a large can of grease; which the boy seemed 
more than  happy to pack into my body cavity. I could actually feel the grease 
begin to  slide further into my bowels, just from gravity alone. I began to 
wonder if in  fact the whole can was meant to be packed inside of me. It didn't 
really hurt,  but I sure as hell could tell that my guts were filling up rather 
nicely. It  felt like, well, you know; when you gotta take a  dump!

I  never knew if the whole can was used; but the boy stopped and two others  
finished scrubbing down my butt and the back of my legs. I was left there to 
air  dry; as one by one each of the boys came over and kissed me! They kissed 
my  fucking butt cheeks! And, if that wasn't odd enough (at the time) most of 
them  said 'thanks' and 'hope to play with you again next  week'.

I  couldn't see the activity but by the sound of everything; it seemed as if 
they'd  all said their good-byes to Master and bolted up the stairs to go 
home. The  silence combined with a stillness in the air was both refreshing and a 
little  un-nerving.

The unmistakable hands of my Master made contact with my bare back and his 
words  seemed to comfort me. "You've come a long way slave. I'm quite pleased 
with your  progress and it appears that you are slowly coming to terms with your 
new life.  You've had a rather easy day, from what I've been told and a slave 
truly  deserves a day such as this once in awhile. You will stay like this 
for another  thirty minutes, or until the grease in your slave ass warms up and 
becomes more  pliable within the confines of the slaves intestinal  tract."

I  was positive that Master must have known that I had an urgent need to 
evacuate  my bowels; as he seemed to pause and before I could blink and eye, 
Master had  pushed another rather large butt plug up inside of  me.

"This  should keep the grease inside very nicely. I'll send for you later, 
but for now  just stay firm and enjoy the peace and quiet; as I'm positive the 
barn was a bit  noisy at  times."

Indeed, the shower area, the whole fucking room was left in dead silence. I  
wasn't a bit surprised that Master had seen fit to turn off the lights in the  
shower area and dim the lights in the studio. I could have tried to listen to 
 any outside sounds and voices but I didn't seem the least interested at the  
moment.

I  tried to figure out an approximate time of day, but that was a complete 
failure.  For almost a month now, I'd not had a watch or even seen a clock. To 
be able to  tell that today was a Sunday was good enough for me. I recalled my 
morning meal,  but for some odd reason I couldn't or didn't remember eating a 
mid day meal.  Maybe I didn't, just for the simple reason Master and me slept 
in a little later  than usual.

Another item that crossed my mind was the cottage. I'm guessing that since 
the  barn is almost completed (?), that Shaun will be living in the cottage and 
the  rest of us slaves will be sequestered in the barn at night unless our 
bodies are  needed by the  Masters.

I  quickly discovered, rather painfully, that if I didn't keep my thought 
process  engaged; that the urge to empty my tunnel was excruciating.  

I thought  briefly of my father, hoping that he had a safe return to his 
school. The tragic  thought of him still being upset when he returned bothered me 
a little. I didn't  want him taking out his anger and frustrations on any of 
the young town boys or  my half  brother.

In  my mind I read mom's letter over again, which seemed to sooth my 
impatience just  a bit.

I had  time enough to think about and wonder what the hell was going on up in 
the barn.  I hope that Shaun wasn't mistreating Jordan. I also thought about 
Alan, and  wondered what he was doing; but realizing that it was a Sunday I'm 
sure that he  is hanging out with his own crowd of buddies.  

Then the  oddest thing struck me. Here I was, draped over a frame, but I 
wasn't even  secured to it! How easy can it be to get my sorry ass off of this 
thing and find  a way out of here? Where I come from, every basement or cellar 
has at least one  other way out; in case of emergencies or something. I wonder i
f there is an  underground slave railroad just like back during the civil war; 
which perhaps  would get me back to  mom?

I'm not  sure, at all, why those thoughts went through my mind. I had to 
realize that so  much of my own life has changed. I've met new people, some not so 
nice, but at  least I had broadened my perspective of the world, outside of 
my so called  sheltered and spoiled  life.

Thankfully, I heard the door open and footsteps. The distraction brought me  
right back to reality. There was come chatter and clanking noise. I noticed,  
too, that the lights had been turned on in the fartherest part of the studio. 
I  quickly recognized the voices to belong to the butler and the camera man.  

Moments  later, Master arrived to remove me from the shower and I was led 
over to the  other two men. I noticed that there were two cameras set up and the 
camera man  was also holding one. I just knew that this wasn't going to be a 
fun  night.

"It  looks as if the little bit of sun that the slaves been getting has 
started to  blend in those punk ass tanlines," the camera man said. "I was thinking 
that  we'd have to put some makeup on him so that the shoot would look more 
realistic.  It seems that naked boys with a good tan sell tons more videos than 
the ones we  used to take years ago; not to mention slaves like this will 
even double or  perhaps triple our sales  volume."

"Perhaps you're right," Master quickly added. "We really won't know until you 
 get those fucking clips put together so we can at least get them up on our  
website. It's not that you haven't had enough time and I do believe that 
you've  also gotten your fair share of sucking and fucking  in."

Master  seemed to still be in a rotten mood. I could envision Him taking out 
his anger  on me when he concluded his talk with the camera man. "Why don't 
you put down  that extra camera for now and get to work on the clips so that we 
can have them  on the website by midnight. I think you've had enough fun for 
the weekend; that  you don't need to film anymore this evening, and besides; 
I'd almost bet that  our slave here wouldn't mind seeing himself plastered all 
over the internet. I  know at least one person who would just fucking love to 
see how his friend has  improved since the last time he saw  him."

Oh  great; just what I needed to hear. Master must know more than he is 
letting on.  Now I'm going to be a celebrity slave on the internet; well maybe not 
a  celebrity but I'm going to be Master's first venture into the world of  
master/slave videos. Just what I fucking wanted to  be…NOT!

The  cameraman turned on his heels and made a hasty retreat, followed in 
silence by  the butler. I'm guessing, again, that the butler didn't want to 
experience the  wrath of Master  either.

Master beckoned me to rise, which I did instantly. Master, although He was  
standing directly in front of me; I could see that there was a weird 
contraption  off to my right, which was suspended by chains. All I could think of was 
chains  = pain. 

With His hands, Master turned my body so that my back was to the chains and I 
 was made to back up until I felt something touching my cheeks. "Now slave I 
want  you to just sit down slowly until your entire weight is off of your  
feet."

Master continued holding on to me as I slowly lowered myself. I instantly 
felt  the material my cheeks were touching. It was hard, yet comfortable leather. 
As I  kept lowering myself the leather was moving and I became startled 
momentarily;  until Master assured me that all was proper. Master had me grasp the 
two chains  on either side of my body and told me to wriggle myself backwards 
until he told  me to stop. The more I moved backwards it became clear that 
whatever I was  sitting on was like some kind of a web of leather. I could feel 
the warmth of my  body contacting the leather, yet where there was no leather 
the cool air glided  across my bare  skin.

"Now  slave I need you to lay back and you needn't worry; as you won't fall." 
Master  said in a reassured tone, while he moved his hands from my shoulders 
to my  wrists. Masters sheer strength gave me comfort in knowing that He 
wouldn't let  me fall backwards.  

My head  came to rest on the leather web thing as my eyes focused on the four 
chains  supporting all of my weight. On each of the chains were additional 
pieces of  chains. Master stood between my legs, raising first my right ankle 
and clipped  my ankle cuff to the chain. Then He did the same thing to my left 
ankle, which  now left me exposed. The same thing was done with my wrist cuffs; 
which secured  me completely and without a doubt that I was immobilized until 
Master saw fit to  release me.

"I see your thing is enjoying the added excitement," Master said with a  
smile.  "You are attached to what we call 'the sling' and you must not fear  it. 
You must come to love it, to be one with it, to always want, desire and need  
it."

I  figured that whatever was coming was something that Master knew would 
bring me  pleasure; or at least I thought so. I know, I know, I'm always thinking 
but I  can't help it. Everything is all so new to me still. Everyday something 
 different something new.  

Master had  hooked His finger in my Prince Albert and was pulling it away 
from my body;  which caused my balls and the other body piercings to feel the 
awkward movement.  Master had been correct though; as I hadn't even felt my thing 
begin to stiffen  up. Master pulled it backwards, away from my body, over and 
over again; allowing  it to spring back towards my  abdomen.

"Now slave," Master began, as He held up a butt plug for my mouth. "I want 
you  to experience this night with only your brain for your eyes and  ears."

I had  opened my mouth and had the entire butt plug inserted, when Master 
began placing  something in my ears. As Master continued speaking, His words 
became null and  void as the remaining plug was put into the other ear. In stealth 
like fashion  Master began sliding a leather hood over my face, with only two 
holes at my nose  for air to be taken in. The room was dark, I couldn't 
speak, see or hear; but I  knew that Master was to be  trusted.

For  whatever reason, the sling began to rock back and forth for several 
minutes; so  I could only assume that Master was simply trying to reassure me that 
everything  was okay. I could only equate the movement of the sling, to that 
of a child's  swing. It was really neat, in its own special way. Although I 
was attached to  the chains and kept without sound, sight or speech I felt 
secure and somewhat at  ease.

I  began to visualize just what, in fact, was happening. I knew Master had 
once  again taken hold of my Prince Albert and I felt as if my thing was now 
attached  to something which kept it at a ninety degree angle from my body. My 
ball rings  were now attached to something which pulled them in the opposing 
direction away  from my thing. My nipple rings were being carefully stretched 
away from my body;  and by the simple touches of Master's hands I could tell that 
they were now  attached all the way back to my ankle  cuffs.

I  think it was a piece of leather that Master used to tie my anal piercing 
up  around my thing; keeping it away from the butt plug. I wasn't sure at first 
what  Master was doing next; although I felt Him attach something vaguely 
similar to  Band-Aids just below my nipples and one on each of my  balls.

I was  left alone for several minutes to contemplate my situation; as Master 
must have  purposely intended. Still, I wasn't scared or even nervous; as 
nothing but nice  thoughts of Master filtered through my brain. Just as long as I 
wasn't going to  get anymore of those fucking hot ointment treatments I would 
be just  fine.

The  next thing I knew, electricity was coursing through my body; from my 
balls to my  nipples, which caused me to scream rather loudly behind my gagged 
mouth. It  didn't last long, but indeed it was truly a torturous few  seconds.

Master began to thump something, maybe his fist, against the large base of my 
 butt plug. Each time the base was struck, it set the sling in motion. Each 
time  the sling moved forwards it came in contact with something, which over 
and over  again struck my butt plug. I was beginning to think that Master was 
trying to  get the oversized base up my  tunnel.

The  sling began to slow down and then Master must have grabbed the butt 
plug; as it  began to spin around inside of me. Master combined the spinning with 
a few up  and down movements; which by doing such caused the plug to come in 
contact with  my 'hard  spot'.

Now  my brain was feeling sex. Raw fucking sex; which didn't seem to help me 
any, as  there was no way possible that I could have grabbed my cock and 
jerked off. For  certain, Master had to have had to hear the soft and gentle moans 
trying to  escape my mouth; just before another jolt of electricity caused me 
to forget  about sex for the time  being.

After  I'd settled down, Master withdrew the huge plug from my tunnel; 
leaving what  felt to me like nothing less than a large gapping hole sucking for air 
between  my legs.

I  could feel my Master's fingers, two I think, enter my tunnel and begin to 
search  around in the dark moist and grease filled cavity. Another jolt of 
current and  Master went about putting another finger inside of me; pausing only 
a second or  two as the fingers seemed to be working on the 'lips' of the 
tunnel, stretching  and pulling on them as Master made it feel  so.

Another  jolt and Master now proceeded to place his fourth finger inside my 
body and once  again He'd found the 'hard spot'. The tide of passion that 
overcame me was, and  still is, the best that I'd ever  experienced.

The next surge of current caused Master to get His fist into me, up to the  
widest part of His hand. He twisted and turned His fist at an amazing speed  
which at first didn't seem very 'sensual and loving' but I understand that my  
Master loves me and is only doing what He knows is right for me; not to mention 
 what Master feels that I  need.

Master's hand slipped into me immediately following the next flow of current. 
It  felt warm and comforting just knowing how much Master cared for His 
slave.   Master slowly twisted his fist around, and I even felt Him open his fist a 
 fraction which caused the tunnel to expand with the hand. The back of His 
hand  was always rubbed against the 'hard spot' each time it twisted around. I 
was  always getting 'high' on the sexual desires but it never failed that when 
I  thought my desire was going to explode the electrical current would zap it 
all  away.

The  following surge of current was followed by my Master pushing His hand 
into me  even farther than before. And each time it was accompanied by Him 
slowly turning  his fist to the right and then to the  left.

Each  time the current flowed, Master was pushing his arm into me more and 
more. Once  or twice I felt as if I was being torn apart; but I knew in reality 
that such  was just not the case. I had to really concentrate for awhile on my 
breathing;  as I found myself actually holding my breath each time Master 
pushed more of  Himself into me. I was really beginning to see what Master had 
meant when He  told me about seeing and feeling with my brain and not my  eyes.

After  who knows how long, the current stopped and Master didn't make any 
forward  progress with his arm. Everything was still. Everything seemed to be 
floating.  Everything felt good. I tried hard to feel Master's hand, only to 
discover that  it had made a tremendous amount of progress into my body. I knew, 
just by the  feelings surrounding my tunnel entrance that Master had a large 
portion of his  forearm in me. What really amazed me was the fact that I didn't 
feel full nor  did I have one of those natural feelings like I needed to be 
sitting on a  toilet. I could feel the liquefied grease oozing out of my body 
and making a  small river down the crack between my outstretched legs.  

Once or  twice I had even thought that I could even feel my Master's pulse 
beating from  His wrist. It was as the two of us had become one. One in body and 
one in soul;  as I was quickly and finally understanding the word "bonding" 
that Master had  used several times before. I was truly at a lose, not knowing 
what else could  'top' this experience; if there even was such a  thing.

There  was a small amount of pressure now being applied against the upper 
side of my  tunnel and I felt as if Master was simply raising His arm up and down 
while He  maintained the length of it inside of me.  Up and down several 
times before  he began to move it right to left and back again. This went on for 
quite some  time and Master even used His free hand to rub my belly; feeling 
perhaps for  himself just how far he had indeed gone into me. At this moment in 
my life, I  didn't want the experience to end but knew that it would  
(eventually).

Master then began to withdraw a small amount of His forearm and thread it 
back  inside of me. Over and over Master withdrew a certain amount, increasing 
said  amount each time and then re-inserting it back into me. I was being fucked 
with  my Master's forearm. Again, the flood of sexual excitement rushed 
through my  entire body, thus increasing my own need for an orgasm; to which I damn 
well  knew wasn't under my control  anymore.

No  sooner than I had settled into Master's rhythm combined with my own 
personal and  selfish desires when the electrical current flowed once again. I 
screamed once  more; but not from the electricity but rather from the stretching 
of my tunnel  opening. I knew now that Master had taken it one step further and 
had worked His  elbow passed the entrance. I struggled for air but that 
seemed to be the least  of my worries. My mind replaced the dripping anal grease 
with the thought of  copious amounts of blood; which later on, I discovered was 
a false assumption on  my part. 

Master was now taking His time fucking me with his arm, just like before; but 
He  was timing it to correspond with the meticulous reliability of the 
electrical  current. By now my mind had overcome the feeling of pain and had turned 
it into  pleasure…my pleasure. I never would have thought that I would or 
could convert  pain into pleasure but I indeed had. Master, please don't stop; I 
said to  myself.

On  the next short 'break', all I could think about was Jordan, and how he 
had  always seemed to accept pain in the most expressive of ways. I was rapidly  
coming to understand why he never really complained to me about the few times 
 that I 'assumed' that he was in such anguish. What really was beginning to 
scare  me a lot was just the fact that I was enjoying some of the things that 
had and  were being done with me and to  me.

Just as  Master withdrew his arm and hand completely, the current began 
flowing again;  which of course Master knew all about such things. No sooner had 
the jolt  subsided, and Master began to actually attack my tunnel in a ferocious 
 manner.

Each  time Master's fist entered me; there was a gush of air and grease that 
was  ejected from my tunnel. I later learned that such activities is called  
'punching'; which once I'd gotten used to it after about thirty minutes seemed  
to heighten my senses even  more.

By the  time Master and the electrical current had finished I too, felt 
drained. I  quickly discovered that fisting is an art in its self and that such is 
very  demanding on the fister as well as the fistee. I was drained of every 
once of  energy; simply from the highs and lows that Master had taken me to. I 
could  still feel the grease streaming from my tunnel; but the most prominent 
feature  for me, at least, was the feeling that my entrance would never look 
the same  again. I could actually feel the puffiness in the skin and tissues 
surrounding  the opening; which in itself seemed large enough now to park a small 
melon  in.

Master  left his position, between my legs, and came around to stand over me; 
feeling my  chest heaving up and down as I was slow to recover. He then 
proceeded to remove  the electrical apparatus from my balls and chest. My chest was 
wiped off with a  washcloth soaked in cool, refreshing  water.

Master finally gave each one of the chains and ropes that had been attached 
to  my body piercings a couple of menacing yanks; sending me into another world 
of  pain and discomfort. I was beginning to believe that my Master took pride 
and  great pleasure in hearing the yelps and groans emit from my face; even 
though  for now they were  muffled.

I  guess Master had planned for the next part of my training. He simply left 
me  alone, bound and hooded. I could only hope that I wasn't going to be left 
like  this to long; but it really wasn't uncomfortable no matter what I might 
have  originally  thought.

I  tried to count the times that my Master had brought me so close to busting 
my  nut, but it now seemed impossible and trivial to even waste time thinking 
about  it. Had Master desired to see my thing spit slave cum; He surely would 
have done  it somewhere along the way. I'm sure that He has enough experience 
to know just  when to stop; thus preventing such from  occurring.

It was rather nice, actually, being alone finally. For the first time in a 
long  time, I was able to discover so many things about myself. I didn't have 
sound or  sight to distract me while I lay in the sling. I was finally getting 
used to  being exposed for others to see my body and to use me in ways that 
were approved  by my Master. I was even beginning to think that I really was 
'special' in ways  that only a slave can feel. Time and money had gone into 
getting me this far and  I'm glad that my father and uncle had seen fit to pursue 
their gut feelings. I  had never experienced such highs before and when I was 
permitted an orgasm they  were the finest in the world. All I had to do now was 
to continue my education  into a slaves' life and one day perhaps I would be 
in charge of slaves or even  better. But, what then could be better? I hadn't a 
clue, nor do I know why I  even thought about such things.  

Hooded or  not, I finally went into a deep sleep while in the sling and the 
rest was surely  overdue. I was so tired that I didn't even dream, which was a 
normal thing for  me to do here lately. Not even a single thought about 
Master, Jordan or Alan  this time.

The movement of the sling brought me to full alertness; with the removal of 
the  hood which had covered my head for God knows how long. My eyes blinked  
constantly as they tried to adjust themselves to the light. Standing over me now 
 was Master Doc. I became rather shaken by his domineering size, with me 
being  bound in such a manner. I know, that I shouldn't have been; but I wasn't  
expecting this!  Just how much time had gone by? Hadn't Master Doc gone  away 
with Mark and his  family?

Master Doc began by slowly releasing the bindings on my body piercings, one 
by  one. Each ring was examined quite carefully and cleaned of any build up of 
dried  crust. I sure would feel better if the damn things would have healed 
over by  now. Do you have any idea how disruptive it is when someone begins to 
slide your  body ring through the hole in your skin if there is dry crust on 
the ring?  Believe you me, you notice it right  away.

I knew  something was different when I felt Master Doc begin messing around 
with the two  rods going through my thing. What He was doing was enlarging the 
size of the  bar. As He withdrew the original bar, Master Doc was pushing 
something of steel  through the opposing hole. Its main purpose was to enlarge the 
existing hole,  permitting an even thicker rod to be placed through my thing. 
The idea of  stretching the existing hole seemed a bit 'over the top' but 
then again, I'm the  slave and have no say in  anything.
I yelped,  screamed and even raised my torso up off the sling; as the pain 
was tremendous.  I could see that my agony brought about an ear to ear smile on 
the face of  Master Doc. Was there an actual purpose to these bars with rings 
on the ends of  them? They hadn't been used yet for anything so I'm guessing 
that the only real  intention for them is purely for  decorations.

As sweat pour from my body, my Master returned and removed the ear plugs;  
allowing the rush of sound to invade my senses. It seemed different in a way,  
now that my hearing was back. I kind of liked it when I didn't hear  things.

Master leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek which seemed to ease my mind 
 for a moment but I soon had to pay attention as Master began speaking. "I  
received an email and a photograph from one of my new clients, and he and his  
family thought that you'd look nicer if you had a few more decorations on your 
 thing. After studying the picture for a few days and imagining you with the  
added jewelry I must admit that I agree with them. They suggested that it be  
done all at the same time, in order that the slave wouldn't have to endure 
more  than the one time discomfort; which I'm sure any slave would agree to as 
well.  From what Master Doc tells me, none of the new piercings will interfere 
with any  bodily function; which of course is my main  concern."

I  could see that Master had the photo in his hand but He hadn't bother to 
show it  to me; not that He had to of course, but it might have been one of 
those times  He wanted to show me a bit of His pleasure.  

The  clankety clank of a metal cart rolling into the studio caught my 
attention and  moving my head I saw the butler pushing the cart closer and closer. To 
my  surprise the housekeeper was right on his  heels.

It  seems as if Master is always pushing my body and spirit to the brink. I 
couldn't  figure out why on earth the housekeeper was here, but I knew that 
Master had His  reasons, and that was going to have good enough for me.  

I fixed my  eyes on Master, trying not to think about the female in the 
studio. Master came  over to me and helped me expel the plug that had been in my 
mouth for hours. My  jaw ached but it was a relief to have my mouth back  again.

"I'm  sure that the slave is thirsty by now, so that is why I've removed your 
plug.  But it will go back in when you have finished your water." Master said 
 authoritatively.

The housekeeper came forward and hoisted what looked like a half gallon 
bucket  over my mouth. In the bottom of the bucket was something that I was all to  
familiar with; a water cock. She lowered it slowly into my mouth and I 
quickly  put my lips around it just so she wouldn't lower it so much that the damn 
thing  choked the life out of me. The water was ice cold, which was a welcome 
relief as  well. As I sucked on the water cock, the housekeeper kept her other 
hand busy by  gently tugging on some of the chains which were attached to my 
nipples and  balls. 

I  mean, I was getting used to her making comments about my body and grabbing 
a  quick feel of my butt on occasion; but having her stand over me, acting 
like she  was in charge, didn't seem to sit to well with me. I had to fend off 
my  inhibitions about her if I was to please Master; which I did by 
concentrating on  getting the bucket of water empty; even though the housekeeper took 
additional  advantage of my bound body by running her hands up and down my torso 
and into my  smooth  armpits.

"Don't go thinking that I'm done with you yet slave," she said; which once 
again  put a bit of fear into  me.

The  water cock was retracted and once again I was looking into my Master's 
brilliant  smiling face. "Now I know you've not pissed in awhile so I want you 
to close  your eyes and try to concentrate on releasing all of your piss. It 
may be  difficult but if you think about nothing more than having to piss, 
you'll  piss."

So  now, I had to perform something which for the moment seemed highly 
impossible.  How could I piss with all of these people around; not to mention that 
my thing  was strung up like a chicken in a Chinese kitchen? I closed my eyes, 
as Master  had commanded and tried my best to relax my bladder. I knew that my 
piss, if I  could do it, was going to soar into the air and probably land on 
me before  dripping down onto the  floor.

Before I knew what was happening or better yet who was doing it, my tunnel 
was  getting a good tongue job. I could feel the warmth and constant flickering 
of  the tongue going non-stop at licking around my swollen entrance. I'm sure 
that  whoever was doing the licking was getting a good dose of anal grease.   
Between the anal tongue job and my command to piss, it was over all too soon. 
My  bladder let loose a horrendous amount of piss which went sailing upward 
before  gravity took over.  

"Now get  that fucking mess cleaned up slave, before I have your master cane 
your fucking  ass," yelled the housekeeper. Who the fuck was she talking to 
like that; the old  bitch!

My  question was answered when I saw Jordan stand up and begin to lick away 
all of  the piss that was still on my body. I never saw him come into the room; 
so I  guess he crawled in behind the butler and housekeeper. Any more 
surprises for me  tonight? I sure as hell hope not; as I was still quite tired and 
close to  exhaustion. I could go for something to eat but I know that Master 
knows  best.

"Good  evening Sirs," came an all to familiar voice. It was Shaun. "I was 
just on my  way to the cottage for the night and thought I'd stop in and let you 
know that  the new slave is all bedded down for the night and I'm sure he 
probably won't be  getting much  sleep."

"Well thank you Shaun. You've had an eventful day and I'm sure that you can 
use  a good nights rest yourself." Master said in a brotherly way. " We were 
just  getting this slave ready for a series of body piercings so that he will 
look  something like this when he is done."  

"Holy  fuck!" exclaimed Shaun after looking at the photo that Master just 
handed him.  "That really looks great. The slave's thing will be a masterpiece of 
art once  all of these things are done to it. You don't mind if I stay and 
watch for  awhile do you  Sir?"

"Suit  yourself Shaun," replied Master Doc. "Neither of these two slaves will 
be going  back to the barn tonight so there is really no need to concern 
yourself with  having to get back up and taking them to their  stall."

"Now  then, let's get this going," began Master Doc, "I don't think any of us 
want to  stay up all night and drag this out for hours. It will take long 
enough as it is  and for me personally; well I think that I too have had a full 
day, not to  mention the 'trip' to the clinic on my day  off."

There  was no mention of Mark during that exchange, but I knew what He meant. 
I'm  guessing that Mark must have had an extremely painful and difficult time 
at the  clinic.

"I've got the video clip all ready to go!" came the words from the cameraman 
as  he bounded into the studio. "Holy shit, it sure looks like I missed a lot 
of  excitement, just by the looks of the slave's  pussyhole."

Master spoke up, "Well good! And it appears that we have a couple of hours  
before midnight, so why don't you pick up your hand held and start filming this 
 part of the slave's indoctrination into the new  world."

I  put two and two together really quick and figured out that I'd been strung 
up on  the sling for over seven hours. No wonder I was tired and hungry. I 
watched as  the man began filming Jordan, who by now was back down on his hands 
and knees  licking up the grease and piss off of the floor. I wondered, now, 
just how 'bad'  my tunnel entrance looked; seeing as how the cameraman had made 
such a blatant  comment about  it.

"You  know Sir," Shaun began, "I've had the privilege to learn quite a bit of 
piercing  when I was employed in my other school; and I would be honored if 
you would  allow me to unburden you by doing some of them for  you."

"Damn  almighty," Master Doc chimed, "That would be so gracious if you did 
them all;  that is if the slave's master has no objection. Of course, I'll make 
them for  you so you'll have an easier time of  it."

To my  surprise Master seemed pleased, to say the least, that Shaun stepped 
forward and  offered assistance. I'm certain though that there was an ulterior 
motive in his  offering. Shaun excused himself, in order that he could scrub 
his hands before  donning the latex  gloves.

The  butler had gone over to the studio fuck bed and retrieved a pillow. He 
folded it  in half and placed it under my head, as he put it; "so the slave can 
watch as  the thing suffers." He wasn't lying; as now I could clearly see my 
bound balls  and thing all strung up. "Would anyone care for a cool drink?" He 
added with a  smile; to which everyone said 'no  thanks'.

It  sure seemed like everybody was making a big production out of me getting 
a few  more piercings.  

The  housekeeper in a joyous manner came forward with a small bottle of that 
brown  stuff, along with a handful of gauze pads. She set about, soaking a pad 
in the  liquid and proceeded to begin wiping down my entire thing and she 
even went  beneath it; washing all the way down to my anal ring. Several more 
applications  of the liquid were applied; and I can only assume, as a slave, that 
the  housekeeper was really getting turned on by my thing and its prominent 
jewelry.  I didn't have time to feel embarrassed, as she went about doing her 
job; nor did  any of the Masters seem indifferent to her  work.

I  could only think that, as a slave, I had no choice but to allow this to 
happen.  If Master wanted a female to touch this body then everything He wanted 
was to be  respected.

When she was done, Master Doc came forward with a fancy measuring device and  
began to measure the shaft from top to bottom. He made three distinct marks 
on  my thing, with a matching mark on the opposite side.  

What caught  me off guard was the fact that the markings were on the top of 
my thing and on  the underside of my thing. There were three sets of markings. 
One in front of  the horizontal piercing, one exactly in the middle of the two 
horizontal  piercings and one equal distance as the first set of markings 
behind the last  horizontal piercing. Holy shit, I'm getting three more rods run 
through my  fucking cock! If it hurts like the first two, I'm in for a world 
of fucking  hurt.

Master  Doc then began to measure the ridge of flesh just behind the tip of 
my thing.  One by one, he made six sets of marks with the  pen.

He then  measured the amount of flesh that was on the underside of my thing, 
making sure  that he considered the three existing marks. "You've got room for 
eight if you  want all eight." He said, looking at my Master.  

Master made  no effort to speak, but I watched as He nodded His head in 
approval. Master Doc  once again made eight pair of marks on the underside of my 
thing.  

"And what  about these?" Master Doc said, pointing to something on the  
photograph.

"If you think that they would be to much or that they would interfere with a  
slaves' duties then we'll not have them installed." Master  responded.

Master Doc was silent, as he set about measuring and marking my body; just 
below  the cinch ring and before the anal  piercing.

I  made a quick glance towards Master and could see Him clearly displaying a  
pleasant smile; which made me  happy.

I  watched as the cameraman seemed to be getting everything down on film, 
Jordan  was still out of sight, and I heard the snap of the latex gloves going on 
to the  hands of Shaun. Another cursory glimpse towards the housekeeper, and 
she seemed  mesmerized by the  proceedings.

Master came forth and re-inserted the mouth gag, as everyone looked on. He  
kissed my forehead and looked me square in the eyes; as if to tell me that he  
cared for  me.

I knew  that I was at the mercy of my Master. I knew that what my Master 
wanted, He got.  I knew that this was just another step, another test, of my 
willingness to  please my Master. I knew that I had to suffer, in order to bring 
pleasure to  Master during this upcoming session; but I knew that I was safe in 
the hands and  heart of my  Master.

By  the time I looked down towards my balls and thing; Master Doc had already 
 stepped away and Shaun was standing tall between my bound legs.  

All I could  really do at this point was to endure the session and perhaps 
I'd be able to  somehow get into my 'private  space'.         

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