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Sail Away Chapter  Forty Eight

Master remained by my side, continuously rubbing my chest; which made me feel 
a  bit more at ease. Although I knew that it was inappropriate to look at a 
free  person directly, I did it anyway.  

Shaun was  preparing the things he would need to perform the next phase of my 
decorations.  The housekeeper was looking down towards the floor in the area 
directly in front  of Master Doc and the butler was standing on the opposite 
side of the metal cart  and looked to me as if he was assisting Shaun.  

My eyes  went back to Master Doc who seemed to be the most distinctive person 
in the  studio at the moment. His eyes were closed and his arms seemed to be 
down and a  little forward of his body. Then it came to me that Jordan must be 
on his knees  giving Master Doc's cock a good blowjob. That was the only 
explanation that I  could think of that would also being causing the housekeeper 
to look in that  direction. 

I didn't want to be caught staring, so I reverted my eyes back towards the 
lower  part of my body; afterall, I was to be observing this upcoming  event.

Shaun  looked at Master just as he began speaking, "Sir, if you don't mind my 
asking;  but would you like to extend the ringing by doing all of the holes 
first and  then install the rings and studs? It is something which I've learned 
that has a  great impact on a slave. It is, in some ways, associated with 
what is called  'play piercing' and that seems to have a much greater effect on 
slaves, not to  mention the beauty of seeing the needles all in place at the 
same time. I  personally like that idea, as it seems to heighten the ceremony of 
ringing a  slave. A good slave should welcome the decorations which his 
Master bestows upon  him and it appears that the slave eventually begins to display 
a sense of pride  when amongst slaves of a lower or different class. There 
have been several  occasions at my former employment, whereby a slave was 
subjected to a most  delightful session of the 'play piercing' and the slave seemed 
to enjoy it.  Seeing your slave lay here before me, with the balls bound 
tightly against the  thing is the only reason which I mention such,  Sir."

Master  stood silent; as He removed His hands from my skin. He looked me in 
the face as  He answered Shaun. "Your ideas and suggestions are well taken. As 
this slave's  Master I have such authority to permit your idea as fact. A good 
slave must  always remember that the body he fills does not belong to him. A 
slave, such as  this, all though he is purportedly a sex slave, should not 
forget that his  Master or any future Masters he may have, just might also enjoy 
a bit of the  extreme. I myself have seen the 'play piercing' done and I truly 
enjoyed seeing  it. In time to come, this and other slaves might just be used 
for such a  purpose; but not today. I'd love to see the balls, thing and 
nipples decorated  with countless amounts of needles. The tiny droplets of blood 
seem to bring  forth a certain crescendo of sexual euphoria. However, for today 
just stay with  the prolonged needle insertions.  I believe that it will go 
better and  faster if you simply leave all of the needles in place until you're 
ready to put  the slave's rings and studs in  place."

I  think the combination of listening to my Master and the constant tongue 
working  on His cock, caused Master Doc to throw His head back as He unloaded 
what must  have been a sizeable load of manseed into Jordan's mouth. I could see 
that  Jordan's devout determination to please a free man also seemed to bring 
a broad  smile to the housekeeper's  face.

I  returned to process what Master had just told Shaun and come to realize 
that I  was going to be a human pin cushion; or is that a slave pin cushion. I  
envisioned what it must look like, let alone feel like with needles stuck in  
one's tits and balls. I'm sure that it isn't a very pleasurable experience for 
 anyone, especially a  slave.

"NO!"  shouted my Master.         
I wasn't sure why  Master shouted like that until I saw Him step back a half 
step and bring His  hand down hard. I heard His hand make contact with flesh; 
and could only think  that Jordan was attempting to unzip my Master and 
graciously suck His  penis.

Not  wanting his own moment of glory to fade into a room full of discontent, 
Shaun  quickly ordered Jordan over and underneath the table which I was lying 
on. It  was easy to hear the familiar sounds of a belt buckle and a zipper, 
knowing now  that Shaun had defused the situation by offering Jordan another 
cock to suck cum  out of.

As  Master returned to my side, the first needle made contact with my skin, 
and I  gasped more out of surprise than pain. Shaun's first needle seemed to 
have been  placed just above my anal ring.  

As the  sensation subsided, I felt the clamp grip my skin again, followed by 
another  needle stick. After two more needles, that part of the ordeal was 
over. Shaun  seemed pleased with his work, and to prove that he enjoyed what he 
was doing; he  began to twist each and every needle. He even went as far as to 
pull each of  them back a little before pushing them forward again. I guess 
that his technique  of body piercing has a little bit of a personal  flare.

I was  grateful for the moments of silence before Shaun began again. It 
seemed as if  all the 'free men' wanted to see Shaun's handy work.  I denoted a 
small  smile on my Master's face; which automatically sent the message to my 
brain that  He was satisfied to this  point.

I  hadn't even thought about what Shaun was going to pierce next, as he once 
again  spoke. "Sir, which set of piercings would you prefer to be done next? 
The  remaining ones will all have just about the same degree of 'discomfort'; 
however  the three penetrating the shaft will likely take the most amount of 
time and  persistence."

"Well why not just start again with the group on the underside of the thing,  
then do the ring of piercings around the head of the thing and save the three 
 deep piercings for last. That sounds like a plan, does it  not?"

Before  getting a response from Shaun, Master spoke to the cameraman; telling 
him to  make sure that he gets plenty of 'footage' up close and personal. I 
was  confident that the dude operating the camera was more interested in 
filming the  blowjob action than focusing in on the needles protruding from my  skin.

The  clamp was placed way down on the shaft, awfully close to the cinch ring. 
Even  the clamp seemed to send a brief, but sharp amount of discomfort to my 
brain.  Shaun looked up at me, and seeing that I was indeed watching his every 
move;  held the clamp in one hand and jabbed the needle through. It stung 
like a bee,  but the sting rapidly dissipated. I made it through five more of the 
same,  before Shaun declared that the underside of my thing looked 
"smashingly  magnificent" and, "all of this sure will leave this slave without hopes of 
ever  having a set of lips around his slave  meat".

The  needles were so long that I could quite easily see each of them dangling 
 independently from both sides of my thing. Master commented to Master Doc, 
that  he'd done a most excellent job in placing all of the markings; to which 
Shaun  had proudly lanced. With so many needles down there, it was also easy to 
note  that whatever loose flesh may have existed before; was now being pulled 
taut by  the needles and I'm sure the rings will continue the  sensation.

I  was beginning to see myself in a whole new light. I suppose that Master 
was  right. Well, I mean, I knew he was right. I don't own anything, anymore; 
not  even this body. I'm sure that some of these 'decorations' were quite 
aesthetic  to the eye of my Master; while others had already been shown to me to be 
quite  useful as a mean to  control.

With a rather sinister look in his eyes, Shaun thusly conveyed to me that he 
was  now going to pierce the ridge which goes around the thing. The instant he 
put  the clamp in place, I began to scream and yelp behind my gagged mouth. 
Master  had to use both of His hands to push down on my torso; as I'd arched my 
body so  high that my chin was touching the middle of my chest. The sudden 
commotion  seemed to catch everyone's attention. All but my Master were now 
enveloped in  fits of  laughter.

Shaun seemed to beam, in light of my pain; as he extracted even more screams 
and  yells from me as he pushed the needle through. I could feel the sweat 
begin to  form on my face and in my outstretched armpits. As before he fiddled 
with the  needle; and as my thing was still attached to the chain it gave me a 
front row  seat of the latest needle. It was dead center of my thing and it 
stuck out both  sides of my flesh like an arrow running through a  worm.

Shaun  had the best of two worlds. One he had a paying job and two; he got to 
be around  naked flesh which he had earlier professed to be obsessed  with.

He  wasted little time in putting the clamp over the two matching, evenly 
spaced  marks and in no time he had the second needle sticking out of my skin. 
Now I was  seeing those little drops of blood that were mentioned  earlier.

Both Masters moved over for a closer look and both seemed excited at the  
outcome, so far. Shaun paused for a minute, so that the butler and housekeeper  
could get a well deserved look as well. The housekeeper made some remark to the 
 butler but since her head was turned away from me, I never knew what she'd  
said.

I  really had to struggle in order to breath; as my heart rate must have been 
off  the charts as the clamp was once again put in place. By the time the 
last needle  had been put in place on the right side of my thing, I was desperate 
for a  break. Shaun, in his 'infinite' wisdom must have read my mind. Instead 
of  starting on the last half of the circle, he paused long enough to dab off 
the  accumulated blood which had now dripped down onto my hairless pubic 
region.  He'll never know just how glad I was that he hadn't decided to play with 
the  five needles sticking out around half of my  thing.

Master allowed the sweat to accumulate, thus creating a rather pungent odor 
in  the small area which all of us occupied. By now, even my chest and stomach 
was  covered in a sheen of perspiration; but no one seemed indifferent to it.  

Well, so  much for his 'infinite wisdom'. I thought (don't remind me) Shaun 
stopped on  account of me but I was totally wrong. Through all of my yelling 
and screaming,  I'd forgotten about one thing; one person actually. Shaun had 
stopped to  experience the natural animalistic ritual of his orgasm. His entire 
body  shuddered as he unloaded into Jordan's  mouth.

Shaun  dropped his head, now speaking to Jordan; "Now turn around and get to 
work on  the slave's tunnel." That's all he said. In a matter of seconds, the 
pain was  gone and I was beginning to feel 'normal'  again.

Not  to sound gross or nothing, but I'm positive that Jordan was nibbling on 
the  puffy areas which surrounded my tunnel. At times I thought as if his face 
was  completely buried against by body; which was something I'd not yet 
experienced,  but in my current position anything might just be possible. His 
tongue worked  the lining of my guts as I began to moan softly with a bit of 
passion tossed  in.

It must  have been too obvious to all the others standing around, as Shaun 
once again  began his methodical, disturbing work. I tried to think of nothing 
else except  Jordan and it helped, but only a little. I'd have to say that the 
clamping of my  skin hurt just as much as the needle. Finally that part was 
over with; well  except for the actual installation of the  jewelry.

I  couldn't believe how much enjoyment, pleasure, sadistic satisfaction that 
anyone  can have over having a slave decorated like this, but I was finding 
out that  Shaun certainly was one of those. My body was looking more and more 
like a pin  cushion, as tell-tell drops of blood continued to land on my  
stomach.

I  knew that there were only three needles left to go; but I knew from the 
two  shaft piercings that my thing already had, that these three were going to 
be the  worst of the  night.

By  now I could feel my blood taking command. It, along with my heart, 
continued to  race; some from pain, some from anguish and yet some from 
anticipation. Sweat  continued to rain from my bound body as Master moved in ever so close 
to inspect  Shaun's last set of needles. The sling began to move, as Master 
grabbed one of  the chains to balance himself as he moved to within inches of 
my thing and  balls. 

"I'm  beginning to see why some masters really do enjoy having their slaves 
ringed in  such a manner. Not only does it prevent self abuse, it also 
enlightens the  particular slave that his life is no longer his; reminding him that 
all things  good and proper are pleasing to his master. Thusly, in time; I may 
just require  more decorations." Master said to anyone and everyone who could 
hear His  voice.

Master Doc add, "Yes, and if it wasn't so damn unsanitary, I'd even leave the 
 needles in. But unfortunately such is not the case here and soon the slave 
will  have his rings and bars. Let's finish the last three, which should be a 
bloody  mess; then we all can go upstairs and launch our newest website. It 
will be  interesting to see who and how many are interested in having a slave of 
their  own, and how many, if any would desire us to properly train their own 
slave or  slaves. I'm certain that not only will we be able to provide ample 
and proper  training for their slaves; but I sure that there will be enough moms 
and dads  that want or need to make some extra cash by selling their sons. I 
don't think  we are going to have any major competition here in the states and 
I know that  with our low overhead we will be so much more competitive in 
just about every  aspect."

"You're quite right," replied Master. "Ever since the government reinstituted 
 slavery, it really hasn't had a good foot hold in America. But now with our  
website it won't take long for others to recognize a good thing when they see 
 it. Besides, it won't be long before the state comes knocking on our door 
and  wanting us to take in some of the state owned slaves from the courts; until 
they  can be sold  off."

Now I  know I'm not up to speed on slavery in America, but just hanging here 
listening  to free men talking about other humans like they are nothing more 
than meat and  dollar signs, sure does put my life into prospective. I wonder 
if someone came  along and offered a sizeable sum of cash for me or Jordan, if 
the Masters would  sell us off.

"I know," Shaun interjected, "Let me finish up with this slave and then we 
can  all go upstairs and celebrate as the website starts up. That way we can 
just  leave the slaves down here and think about what has just happened and who 
and  what they are; before we slide on the  decorations."

Everyone took their places, as Shaun pushed Jordan's head even tighter up  
against my tunnel. Shaun swabbed my shaft one more time with the antibiotic  
before he picked up the first of three  needles.

There wasn't going to be any clamp this time. I watched as Shaun lined the  
needle up; knowing that any second now the pain would rush back. His free hand  
took a firm grip on my shaft, just below where he was going to puncture my 
skin,  and he squeezed with all his strength. I knew, by watching Shaun, when to 
inhale  and when to exhale. Just as I began to exhale, the needle made 
contact and Shaun  effortlessly guided it through the meat of my thing until the tip 
of the needle  came through on the other side. He quickly dabbed away the 
blood to confirm that  he'd come out exactly where the black mark had been 
placed. He was proud of  himself for lancing my thing with perfection. The last two 
needles went as the  first; painful yet bearable, probably due to the minor 
distraction at my tunnel.  Once again both Masters took a look-see and they 
commended Shaun on his  performance. It seems as if they were both quite pleased 
with the unexpected  arrival of Shaun to their plantation.  

All of the  needles were then sprayed with some kind of liquid that was going 
to keep me and  the needles clean and sterile until the free men returned to 
install the  rings.

The  butler and housekeeper came up for an up close and rather personal look 
at the  needles. Both of them seemed amazed that the human body could be 
changed on the  wants and desires of another person. "To bad," the housekeeper 
blunted stated;  "this once was a nice looking manly cock, great for fucking and 
sucking. But now  it ain't nothing more than a piece of sausage waiting for me 
to cook it. I got  me one pair of slave balls to cook up in the morning and 
it's to bad we ain't  got another set to go along with them, not to mention I 
can find me a good  recipe for a cock and ball stew, if'n we had us a nice meaty 
 cock,"

Everyone in the room began laughing. All that is, except me and Jordan. Both, 
 the butler and housekeeper were quickly excused from the studio; as Shaun  
cleaned up the tray, getting it ready for  later.

"When  we leave, you slaves may have that time to use as your 'free time'; 
with the  exception that the slave is to remain in the sling. Just remember that 
there  will be no sexual contact between you two slaves. Now get up off your 
fucking  knees and find something to do, unless you want a punishment 
session." Master  Doc barked down at  Jordan.

"Oh,  I almost forgot," Master said as he moved over to rummage through one 
of the  small dressers. "We need to keep the slave's hole nice and pretty for 
later on,  so I'm thinking this "King Kong" plug should fit him quite nicely  
now."

I only  got a glimpse of the damn thing before Master pushed it or should I 
say forced  it, into my tunnel. I yelped behind the gag as the muscles 
stretched even  further than before. The sheer weight of the plug was enough to send 
shockwaves  of fear into my body. It had to weigh at least five pounds, if not 
more. I sure  hope that I don't have to crawl around with it up my  ass.

"I hope  that my buddy down at the other place got the chance to box up all 
of my stuff,"  Shaun said, "I've got all my clothes and a bunch of goodies that 
will come in  handy up at the barn. One of my favorite things is shaving boys 
and turning them  into hairless slaves; with my straight razor. There's 
nothing better than to  feel the hair glide off the skin of a taint little slave 
boy. I say this only  because this slave (Jordan) is in dire need of a good 
shave and I'm just the man  to give it to  him."

There  weren't any follow up comments to Shaun's; as the three men left us 
two slaves  alone. Jordan quickly came to me and removed the latex mouth gag.  
My jaw  was so sore, and I had to ask Jordan to massage my face so that the 
stiffness  might  subside.

As  he gently soothed away the aches, Jordan continued to look, in total 
silence at  my bound, suspended body. "I fucking can't believe that your Master is 
giving  you all these new rings and stuff. I thought you looked great just 
the way you  are. Are your nipples hurting you, all stretched out like this? 
Your balls are  turning blue from all the stretching they've been getting 
tonight. Your eyes are  all puffy from fussing and all. I need to get you cleaned up 
some, before they  all come back. I'll get you something cold to drink. I hate 
to see you this way.  I would rather have taken your place than to see you go 
through all of  this."

I was  glad when Jordan fell silent. I was beginning to think that Jordan 
really didn't  mean a damn thing he said. There had to be some reason that Jordan 
never seemed  to be getting the 'raw deal'. He got to suck and get fucked 
more than anyone  that I've seen in the last few weeks. He's only had the one 
punishment session  last week and that was all. There has to be more to his story 
than I know; but  then, what the hell am I supposed to know. I mean, like he 
is most always with  Master Doc. Jordan, ever since I met him, always seems to 
be on the side of the  free men. Is Jordan some kind of snitch or something? 
I'm trying to be a good  person, a good slave; but now I'm guessing that I'm 
doing it all, for all the  wrong fucking reasons.  Do you think that Master 
would ever think of  selling me to somebody else? I heard what they all said and 
I bet if somebody  flashed a wad of money around, I'd be gone in a fucking 
heart  beat.

Jordan  came back with a basin of warm water and a soft cloth and began 
rinsing away the  sweat and stench from my body. His eyes didn't seem to be focused 
on any one  thing in particular, and he wasn't saying anything. I had to talk 
with him now,  as I don't know when another chance would arise. I must choose 
my words very  carefully, lest he go and tell somebody everything that we  
discussed.

"Thanks Jordan, the warm water feels so good," I said trying to work my way 
into  a more in depth conversation with  him.

"You're  most welcome John," came his  reply.

"Did  you ever meet Shaun back at the school, before he showed up here?" I  
asked.

"Yeah, I'd seen him around a few times, but I never had to be with him, if 
you  know what I  mean."

"I'm  wondering," I started, choosing each word carefully. "Back at school, 
why'd you  have to get all your decorations? It sounds as if Master Doc isn't 
one who likes  to many rings and stuff." I asked with a sheepish tone in my  
voice.

"I  was just as surprised as anybody," Jordan replied. "I think it had to do 
more  with the Headmaster than anything. He's kind of freaky and he thinks all 
slaves  must have rings. I'm hoping that in time my rings can come out for 
good; but I  don't honestly see that ever happening. It's just a wish that I 
have. It's not  that I don't like rings, but, well, you know, they always look 
better when they  are on somebody else, like you for instance. I think you will 
always carry  yourself well with your rings, which is more than I can say for  
myself."

Well, that answer sucks. I guess I'll try another question. "Why do you 
suppose  Master lets the young kids use me? They all seem really excited every 
fucking  time they are around me. Have they ever played with  you?"

"Well  no, they haven't 'played' with me; except the occasional grope or butt 
slap when  I'm out cleaning the pool. I suppose your Master lets them 'play' 
with you so  that you can get used to other men using your body. Afterall, you 
don't have  much experience yet in all the ways to please a man. I'm sure 
that your Master  will intensify your training so that you will one day even be 
able to bring  pleasure and much joy to even the  boys."

I  should have gone on to another question, but for some reason I just had to 
 respond to what Jordan had just said. "I'm not comfortable having a bunch of 
 teenagers flaunt their freedom over me. I don't like having to think about  
sucking their cocks or letting them fuck me. If I'm older than they are, they  
shouldn't be allowed to even be around me. And what do you mean by 'Master 
will  intensify my training'? Don't you think I've been put through enough? 
Wasn't all  of this done just so I could get a true understanding of slavery?  "

"Take it  easy John Henry! One question at a time ole boy." Jordan began, 
with a degree of  what I'd call dominance in his voice. "First off, you don't get 
to pick and  choose who fucks you or whose cock you suck. It could be 
somebody who is even  younger than those teenagers if you're Master so commands. You, 
as a slave have  no say in the matter, or any matter as far as a Master is 
concerned.   Besides, how is your Master going to find out which boy might just 
make a good  slave or better yet a good Master. You heard what they said about 
their website!  They are in this for the long haul and I'm positive that 
they'll be making a ton  of cash from training and selling slaves. So just relax 
and let the boys enjoy  'playing' with your body. But, what I'm hearing a lot 
of is the words "I" and  "my"; and you'd better get those fucking words out of 
your vocabulary pretty  damn fast. There is no more 'my and I'! As far as your 
training goes; give me a  fucking break, will ya! You haven't seen the half 
of it yet. You've got so much  more to learn, it ain't funny! From what I hear, 
you ain't even sucking cock all  that good yet; so just keep that in mind the 
next time you get one between your  lips. Right off the top of my head, I'd 
say you got gallons of cum yet to go,  before you can proclaim yourself as a 
good cocksucker. Not to mention you've got  months and months of swallowing piss 
ahead of you, and perhaps if your Master is  in a bad mood, He might just 
make you lick his butt after he takes a good  healthy shit. Nothing worse than 
having shit streaks on your Master's skin. A  slave like you will learn to 
accept anything that is required of  you."

I  could tell that Jordan was getting upset with me; although I didn't really 
care.  I paused briefly and decided to change the subject matter for the time 
being.  "Jordan, thanks man; I owe you one (not). What do you suppose they 
did with  Mark?"

"Jesus, boy are you stupid or what!" Jordan shouted down at me. "Didn't you 
hear  one fucking thing they were talking about all day long? Mark got his 
balls  removed at Master Doc's clinic in town. The boy's father doesn't want him 
having  balls so that he'd ever get the idea of fucking his brother, who is now 
going to  be in charge of the dumb shithead. It wouldn't surprise me if they 
done  something else to him, but I don't know nothing for sure,  yet."

Confirming my suspicions about Mark, made my stomach churn. How can a father  
have his own son castrated? How can a brother be 'in charge'? Mark is at 
least  three years older than his brother, so that doesn't sound right at all. 
But, the  kid did make me service his cock earlier in the day, so perhaps it is 
true what  Jordan is saying. Now I had to press on, and ask questions about me, 
yes me; the  one who isn't supposed to think! Both of us remained silent, as 
Jordan continued  wiping down my body, being somewhat careful as he cleaned 
around my puffy and  grossly enlarged tunnel entrance, plugged with an obscene 
butt  plug.

"Man,  you sure know how to make a slave feel good Jordan. Thanks for being 
gentle on  my body with the washcloth and all." I said once again in sort of an 
apologetic  tone. "Do you think that the argument Master and my father had 
earlier is the  end of their friendship? I remembered Jordan's admonishment 
about me asking to  many questions at  once.

"It  sure sounded like it to me bro. I don't know what started them two 
fueding but  it sure got hot in a hurry. I'm concerned a little bit though, just 
because of  you. Your Master is the legal holder of your temporary placement 
papers and if  he wanted to, you'd never see your dad ever again. I'd hate to see 
that happen,  just because I'm thinking that you and your dad could make some 
sort of a good  team. I'm not sure about the business end of it though, but 
I'm almost sure that  you'd make him a proud slave  owner."

I  could have, and should have spoken up about Jordan's thinking I'd make a 
good  slave for my dad, but I didn't. Instead, after a quick pause I fired off 
yet  another question. "Who do you suppose would have sent Master a photograph 
of a  cock and balls full of piercings?" By asking this question, I just 
might get an  insight as to how much information Jordan is really privy to.  He 
had told  me weeks ago how much he knew about everything that went on aboard 
dad's ship;  so I'm taking the chance that he just might know what the hell is 
going on  around here as  well.

"John  Henry, I'm only speculating here, but I'd say that it is someone who 
has seen a  picture of you and is a good friend of your Master. Most masters 
seem to  gravitate towards the same goals and our are no different. A lot of 
masters  share ideas with one another, such as that photograph. Perhaps whoever 
sent it  to your Master has his own slave decorated like the cock and balls in 
the  picture. It could even be a picture of the slave in question. But, on the 
other  hand; let's just say that your Master has plans down the road to sell 
you off.  In addition, let's just assume that the person, who wants to own 
you, likes a  slave's thing and balls to look just like yours. So therefore, if 
your Master  decorates you like the photograph and sends the man another photo 
of you all  nice a pretty; the man, or Master, may just make up his mind to 
purchase your  slave ass and then he'd own you permanently, not like now with 
your temporary  papers. And of course you know that in American once a slave has 
permanent  papers he or she can not be resold,  EVER!"

Well,  in fact I didn't know that. I didn't know a lot of things that Jordan 
was  saying; but I did know that he had no reason to be lying to me, so I took 
it all  as true and factual. I probably should have stopped right then and 
there and not  asked anymore questions; but as it would turn out, I wasn't done 
yet. I hadn't  used any previous time to ask questions and I didn't know when 
the next  opportunity would present itself, SO  THERE!

"So,  Jordan; I guess that Shaun now has possession of the cottage and you 
and I are  going to live permanently in the barn. Shaun probably has a mean 
streak a mile  wide and I bet both of us will be in a world of hurt if either of 
us fucks up.  I'd be better off back at school. At least I wouldn't have to be 
sleeping in  straw." Then after a split second I dropped the big one on 
Jordan. "Hey, you  never did tell me about you. Do you think that somebody will buy 
your slave ass,  if your Master decides to sell off your temporary  papers?"

There was a coldness that fell out of the sky, as Jordan was caught off guard 
by  my question. You could hear the proverbial 'pin drop'. "There you go 
again John  Henry; asking a mountain of questions that you don't even need be 
concerning  yourself with. But since you asked; NO! I can't be sold off. Master 
Doc already  holds my permanent papers. I'm His slave for life! He bought my 
papers while I  was still aboard your old mans fucking boat. So there! Ya fucking 
happy now?  You're the one that needs to worry about getting sold off. Hell, 
if I was your  father, I'd buy your sorry fucking ass back and make you suffer 
all day long.  I'd fuck you till your hole was big enough for a damn 
watermelon. Or I'd sell  you off to some old lady so's she could bed with you. But who 
gives a shit! Once  a slave, always a slave! That's my  motto!"

After that exchange of words, Jordan ceased his washing; which was almost  
complete anyway. I watched him storm away to empty the wash basin. He was  
pissed, really pissed; and it showed. He walked so fast that his cheeks were  
rubbing together, swishing as it were; just like one of the fairy queens we had  in 
senior  high.

I had  enough info now that I needed time to process it all. I wasn't 
supposed to  process nothing, nada, zilch. When Jordan returned he seemed to be a lot 
calmer  and he reminded me that it wasn't up to me what happens to me at any 
given time.  He told me in a rather polite way that I should simply forget 
about "this  ridiculous conversation", and concentrate on being the best 'slave 
pussy' that I  could possibly  be.

The  sound of laughter filled the hallway, outside the studio. Their voices 
were  loud; louder than I'd ever heard them. It sounded as if Master had gotten 
out of  his anger mood and was now feeling much better.  

The three  men entered and it was apparent that they'd had a few drinks. They 
weren't drunk  or nothing; but the odor of alcohol was permeating from their  
clothes.

Jordan quickly put the gag back in my mouth and knelt in submission to his  
Master.

Shaun went right between my legs, as if he was more than eager to install the 
 rings.

My  Master once again took His place next to my chest, just as Shaun began  
installing the rings; in the same order in which he'd begun the piercings.  

The needles  seemed to slide out quite easily, which must have been 
attributed to the stuff  Shaun had sprayed on earlier. One by one, a ring was used to 
push the needle out  of my body.

I could feel the rings above my anal piercing and I knew instantly that they  
were almost the same identical size, but perhaps a tad smaller. I watched  
intently as Shaun began guiding the rings into place on the bottom side of my  
thing. The ring nearest the cinch ring was the largest and they progressively  
got smaller as they were installed, leading up to the head of the  thing.

There  were a total of nine, smaller rings, which went completely around the 
ridge of  my thing. They were all the same size, which made the thing look 
rather  majestic.

The three bars that ran through the shaft were the most difficult for me to  
endure. There is so much 'meat' that the needle and the bar have to travel  
through, that there is simply no way not to experience the pain and  discomfort.

Everyone beamed with overwhelming delight at all of my new rings and bars. I  
even thought that Shaun had done a grand job, but I sort of wished that none 
of  them were on my thing; Jordan's yes, just not  mine.

"The  slave needs to piss soon, so that the piss tube can clean itself out." 
Shaun  said.

"Yes,  I'll see to it that the slave pisses before he sleeps," replied 
Master. "We'll  have the slave tidy up, so why don't you retire for the night Shaun. 
You've had  a long and prosperous day and you look as if a good nights sleep 
is in  order."
Shaun wasted  no time, as he excused himself and made a hasty retreat. Master 
Doc, on the  other hand started up a conversation with Master; as Jordan 
remained kneeling  and I was left bound to the  sling.

>From  their chat, I learned that the website went up on time, without flaws, 
without  problems. It took less than five minutes before Master's 
acquaintances were  logged onto the website. It took less than fifteen minutes before the 
first  'paying' customer signed up. Within thirty minutes there had been 106  
subscriptions sold and there were over a dozen of the 'elite' group online  
looking at the new website and emailing Master about 'this and that'. They  
seemed anxious to return to the upstairs office and find out for themselves what  
had since transpired. One thing for sure, they were making money off of naked  
boys and  slaves.

Master Doc and Jordan were the first to leave, assuming that they were going 
to  go upstairs and fool around with the  website.

Master came up and removed the mouth gag; and as He did such, He commented on 
 how proud He was of me for the way I maintained a good and proper slave  
mentality throughout the entire piercings session. I was told that I'd be  
sleeping in the studio bed for tonight; as sleeping on straw just might agitate  the 
new decorations.  Now that was a blessing in disguise for  sure!

Master  released my wrists from the chains and it was such a good feeling to 
be able to  shake the soreness out. I hadn't realized just how much tension 
had been placed  on my shoulders and in my  armpits.

I  was a bit surprised at first when Master left my ankles high and wide. 
But,  before I knew it, the humongous plug had been removed and replaced with 
three of  Master's fingers.  

As his  fingers roamed around inside what must by now be the human version of 
the Grand  Canyon, he used his free hand to release all of the other 
bindings. I looked  down as close to my tits as possible and realized just how much 
longer they had  been stretched. Now I could understand the word 'teats', which 
Master had  occasionally used when referring to stretching my nipples. It was 
a monumental  relief to have my balls and thing surviving on their own, 
without the chains  holding them up.  

Master had  located my 'hard spot' which sent a signal to my thing; which 
began pulsing and  bobbing all by itself. I knew what was coming and I closed my 
eyes to enjoy the  sensual effects. My balls strained against their own 
confinement, as the inner  fluids began to make the journey. Master's fingers began 
what I can only  describe as a 'frantic attack on the hard spot.' Several 
minutes later, my thing  erupted in a most magnificent way; sending slave cum all 
up and down my  chest.

I  cleaned Master's fingers, like a good slave and He then released my ankles 
from  their chains. Master helped me off the sling and onto the floor into my 
hands  and knee position. He quickly placed a bucket beneath my thing and 
told me to  stay put until I'd flushed out the thing.  

It was a  much needed relief to piss, although it was rather like being an 
animal in many  ways. From there Master led me over to the bed, where once again 
I found myself  chained by my wrists and ankles to the four corners, but not 
before Master had  put the cannon ball sized plug back into my  tunnel.

The  lights went out, sending the room into total darkness; with only the 
last words  of the day; "Good slave, sleep  well."

I had  much to think about, many avenues to explore, feelings and emotions to 
deal with  and understand.

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