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Sail Away Chapter  Forty Nine

I  slept like a baby last night, and when I woke; I could hardly wait to be  
released from my bonds. Not only did I have to piss really bad, but my thing 
and  balls were black and blue; not to mention that my thing seemed a lot more  
swollen compared to the first time it had been  pierced.

The  room was still pitch black when I woke, but it gave me additional time 
to think  about yesterday and more importantly; it gave me a little time to 
sort through  everything that I could remember of my dreams and thoughts while I  
slept.

It  was so quiet down here, alone; but I could make out the faintest of 
footsteps on  the floor above. It seemed as if at least two people were up and busy 
doing  something. Finally, the door opened and the butler came in to release 
my chains  and permitted me to crawl over to the shower area and empty my  
bladder.

I  was dutifully informed that my morning meal would be available up at the 
barn,  along with my normal enema and shower. I crawled awkwardly this morning, 
all due  to the new butt plug lodged in my tunnel.  

As I was  making my way across the cool floor in the kitchen, I saw Jordan 
off in a corner  eating his breakfast, just like a good and proper slave. His 
face was buried in  the large metal  bowl.

He,  Jordan, didn't even acknowledge me as I traversed the kitchen. I 
struggled just  a bit, as I made my way down the few steps onto the pool deck and 
headed over to  and out the back gate. I glanced over to the cottage and an eerie 
feeling of  abandonment began flowing over me.  

The closer  I got to the barn, the more nervous and hesitant I got. I 
couldn't believe  everything from last night had really happened; but a quick look 
downward at my  thing and balls validated the previous  night.

The  barn for some reason looked foreboding, as the sun started its journey 
skyward.  I couldn't even begin to think about Mark and his tribulations of 
yesterday. All  I knew was that today was Monday and that meant that I'd been 
here ten days  already. I had to face each day as if it were a new beginning, if 
I was to  survive. I had to somehow evade any thoughts of Jordan or anyone 
else if I was  to make it. I still couldn't believe that in my mind, Jordan had 
(perhaps)  played me like a frig'n fool. Wasn't it bad enough that dad had 
started me off  down this road of slavery, under one if not more guises of fame 
and  fortune.

Surely Master must care for me more than He is letting on. He did say that He 
 had waited many years for this, and THIS is how He treats His nephew? I felt 
a  bit betrayed, perhaps by everyone, since I'd left home. At least mom had 
sent me  a great letter, which thankfully I'd committed to memory. But, I had 
to think  about my Master and all the ways which will please Him. Perhaps 
Jordan was right  and I'm not a good cocksucker just yet. Lord knows that I haven't 
had enough  piss to swallow, so nobody can hold that against me; it's not my 
idea or my  fault.

Hell,  Jordan thrives on cock and assholes. I suppose he must have been 
having man to  man sex for a number of years, but he shouldn't have talked down to 
me as he was  my better. How many times had he told me that he was here to 
help me learn? What  had Jordan taught me? Perhaps he has taught me not to put 
all of my trust and  faith in  him.

As I  crawl closer and closer to the barn, one truck of workers is already 
driving  down the dirt lane. I can only imagine what they are going to say about 
all of  my new decorations; not to mention the most recent slave boy Mark.  I 
can  see Shaun, walking around outside the slave entrance to the barn; 
probably  keeping an eye on me, or taking a smoke break. I don't see Mark, but then 
again  I really didn't expect to see  him.
I wonder, now  more than ever, if Master has plans to train me more on 
becoming a proper slave  and then putting my ass up for sale. I don't think He 
would; not after  everything He has had done to me, and everything thing He has 
done with me. I'm  betting that Jordan just said that to put the 'fear' into my  
soul.

I'm so  close to the barn now that I can smell the straw and see the three 
workers who  are just milling around inside. Shaun stands there with his arms 
folded as if he  is the greatest gift to slavery on this planet; gawking at me 
as I approach. I  put my personal thoughts on hold, for now; as I come to a 
stop in front of  Shaun.

Lessons and punishments came to mind, as I leaned down and kissed the dusty 
pair  of boots. I knew that Shaun probably knew every damn rule and procedure 
that was  ever written at school; and I didn't want to be on the receiving end 
of any  undue disciplinary  session.

"You are to always refer to me as Sir," Shaun barked. "I don't ever want to 
see  your eyes looking at me, nor do I ever want to hear you speak unless 
commanded  to do so. You will always remain in the proper mode of movement, unless  
otherwise told. Any hesitation or reluctance on the slaves part will result 
in  immediate sanctioned  discipline."

Shaun simply stopped his cursory introduction of himself, as he wheeled 
himself  around and began walking the few steps into the barn. I obediently 
followed  him.

The  workers who were here this morning weren't here on Saturday, so they had 
no clue  as to who Mark was, or what else had transpired. Thankfully, for me, 
that would  turn out to be a good  thing.

I  continued following Shaun, as he led me over to what was now to be my 
home, or  should I say stall. He simply pointed to the two bowls on the floor and 
ordered  me to eat my morning meal. While I ate, all I could think of was just 
how much  Shaun seemed to desire to run the slaves in a quasi-military 
fashion. The one  thing I hadn't counted on was the fact that Shaun took great pride 
in making  sure that any and all slaves under his control were properly 
cleaned out and  scrubbed well on the outside. To obtain such results, Shaun 
performed the  arduous task of administering my enema and to the scrubbing of my  
body.

He had  taken care, not to abuse the fresh piercings for which I was 
appreciative.  Dripping wet, I followed him over to where the two tables had been set 
up for  Master Doc. There, on one of the tables was  Mark.

Mark  had be trussed up in a similar fashion as I'd been last night; with the 
 exception that he was on a hard surface. It was easy for me to see the 
bandage  below his cock, yet it wasn't so large that it covered his anal piercing. 
His  butt was plugged and I can only assume that his mouth was also.  There 
was  one of those hospital poles next to his shoulder with some kind of liquid 
being  administered to his body. There was no sound coming from the table, so I 
assumed  that the slave was still sleeping  soundly.

I  was ordered up onto the second table, whereby it was now a lot easier to 
see  Mark. Indeed, his eyes were closed. I, too, was bound to the table; just 
as I'd  been last night. Surely I wasn't going to loose my balls?  

Shaun set a  couple of items on my stomach, which he used to meticulously 
clean and sanitize  each and every one of my piercings; both old and new. The 
cleaning was quite  painful; something along the lines of stinging and a mild 
burning sensation.  Shaun was silent throughout; probably concentrating on the 
job at hand, or job  in hand as the case may  be.

With my  head flat on the table, it was difficult to actually see what he was 
doing; so I  had to rely on my senses and my brain to tell me what he was 
doing. The only  time that I did see him was when he worked on my nipple rings 
and my septum  piercing.

Shaun looked over, and back, towards the workers who seemed to be busy and 
said  to them, "If any of you men feel the need to fuck a slave today, please 
make use  of this one, " he said pointing to me. "He's going to be on the table 
until noon  time, so don't be bashful, and remember to put his plug back in 
after you've  fucked him."

There seemed to be a considerable amount of cheers and shouts, coming from 
the  workers, and that was all I needed to hear. I knew right then that I was in 
for  a long day.

I must have laid there for a time, before I saw my first assailant. He was 
one  of the younger ones who had a cute smile which matched his face. He leaned 
in  over my face and told me to 'enjoy the  ride.'

I had  to kind of help push, as he pulled on the butt plug. I'm thinking that 
he really  hadn't been exposed to much man on man sex before; or at least not 
like  this.

I was  amazed that I could even feel his cock inside me, as after last night 
I would  have thought my tunnel was beyond constricting against a man's rigid 
cock.  However, I did feel him make an easy entrance up my tunnel, as he 
continued  commenting on the fact that 'this is the best ass I've ever fucked; and 
I've  fucked more than my share of little pussy  boys.'

The  manor and way in which the man fucked me, told the story; as for sure he 
had  been accustomed to fucking a rectum. Whether or not it was a mans' ass 
he'd  always had wasn't clear; but he sure did like fucking me like a dog in 
heat. The  other thing that set him apart from those who'd already feed my 
tunnel their  sperm; was the ear piercing, gut wrenching sound he made when he 
exploded deep  within my guts. The amount of his sperm was detectable, only to the 
point where  I knew it seemed to be more than some of the  others.

The  grease had began to soften and mixing with the man's sperm, made the 
insertion  of the butt plug all that much easier; for which I was most thankful.  

I thought  perhaps that Shaun would have been observing and/or commenting 
during the attack  on my ass; but not only did I not see him; I didn't hear him. 
I turned my head  to the side, to watch for any signs of movement from Mark 
but he was still  floating on cloud nine.  

After the  third man had drained his scrotal contents into me, Shaun came 
over and released  me from the bindings; and ordered me into my stall. By now I'd 
lost any and all  apprehensions about being used by a 'free man'; which sure 
did help me to  concentrate and think on a lot of other more pressing  matters.

By  the time I reached my stall and had my collar chained firmly to one of 
the many  eyelets spaced all around; Shaun came up and stood directly in front 
of me,  keeping his hands to his  sides.

Rapid  flashbacks to one of my many lessons and I was using my teeth to unzip 
his dirty  and smelly shorts. I proceeded, the best I could, to get his cock 
free. Once it  was free, I promptly placed it in my mouth. Soon after, I was 
swallowing for all  I was worth; as his piss burst into the back of my mouth 
and down my throat. It  was over in no time, and Shaun didn't wait around for me 
to put his cock back  and zip him up. He simply shook off one or two 
remaining droplets onto my face  and left.

I  was swallowing my fourth load of man piss, just as Shaun and Master 
appeared in  my stall.  The last worker exited, on his way to lunch and this gave 
Master  ample time to admire the new decorations; before he, too, drained his 
bladder  into my stomach. I made sure, this time, to give His cock a little 
extra sucking  action upon completion; as I didn't want Him to find any drops of 
urine dripping  from His most admirable manstick. "I think I'll fuck his brains 
out after  lunch," Master said in a rather humorous way. "I need to take 
advantage of his  young and eager mouth before the slave becomes 'hardened and 
mindless' to all of  his responsibilities. It is so much better to train a slave 
than it is to own  one, as well trained slaves are excellent in what they do, 
they leave little to  no chance to find fault with their activities."  

Okay, so  now Master is telling Shaun that He hopes I fuck up. And if I fuck 
up, I'm to be  punished.  I'm just going to have to do much better in 
everything that I'm  told to do, or forced to do.  Punishment is something that all my 
life, was  only a word in a dictionary. Now the word meant pain and 
suffering. I guess  Shaun isn't the type of teacher that would send me to the 
principles office.  

Master left  the barn as fast as he'd arrived. My lunch was brought into the 
stall, along  with a bowl of water. I ate every bit of slave chow and wanted 
to ask for more;  as my hunger pain hadn't subsided all that much.  The slave 
chow tasted  different than this mornings, and perhaps is the reason that I ate 
it all. Not  long after I'd washed it all down with nearly lapping the water 
bowl dry; that  my stomach began to feel bloated. Cramps followed and soon I 
was curled up on  the floor, in agonizing pain.  

"I see the  slave enjoyed his meal," Shaun sternly commented. "A good and 
well trained slave  learns not to eat to fast, as the food mixes rapidly with 
water and has a  tendency to cause bowel spasms if the two are mixed together in 
great  quantities."  

Great, now  he tells me! A lesson well learned, but unfortunately for me, a 
slave, there was  no sympathy or solution to my problem. Shaun simply left me 
on the floor,  twisting and turning as the meal continued to deliver its 
intended consequences.  The course fibers of the straw seemed relentless, as it 
almost felt delight in  aggravating my most recent body piercings. My bladder, 
being full, combined with  my turbulent stomach; caused me to let loose with a 
steady stream of slave piss,  which did nothing to relieve the spasms. The stink 
of my piss only amplified my  anguish.
After a  lengthy time, my body seemed to settle down and I was able to come 
to grips,  once again, with my current situation. A large plastic bucket was 
tossed into my  stall, followed by Shaun's not so courteous order to put the 
soiled straw in the  bucket. As I cleaned up the piss laden straw, I noticed that 
Shaun wasn't  standing over me. I'm guessing that he had plenty of other 
things to do to  occupy his time, rather to watch a slave perform such a menial  
task.

The  afternoon was really quiet. I stayed in my stall the entire time. Shaun 
seemed  to have been kept busy with staying on top of the workmen, as 
apparently there  were a ton of questions that needed answering; regarding where this 
and that  were to be installed. The only work I had to do was to act as the 
urinal for the  three workers and Shaun.  

As the  workers piled into their pickup truck and sped down the lane, I felt 
a sense of  loneliness of sorts. All I could do was to reposition myself, as 
far as my leash  would allow, and watch as Shaun fiddled around with the things 
that the workmen  had completed. He only paid a cursory visit to Mark, who 
was still adrift in  sleep.

I  could tell, just by looking in the direction of any one of the two main 
entry  ways, that the sun was beginning to set and I was assuming (again) that 
my  Master would be coming soon to return me to the main house. I would soon  
discover that once again my insecure notions were not to be  fulfilled.

Both of the Masters came into the barn, stopping first to chat with Shaun, 
then  to inspect all of the work which had been done today. Their next stop was 
to  stand over Mark and tend to his needs, such as changing the dressing which 
 covered his balls, or where his balls used to be. Master Doc, changed the IV 
bag  and seemed to have injected some form of medication into the plastic  
tubing.

Next  stop was my stall. Master Doc drained himself completely down my 
throat; while  my Master was undressing in preparation for fucking my tunnel. Every 
second of  my impalement seemed distant and unfamiliar; comparing the previous 
times Master  had fucked me. I'm not sure whether it was because I just 
wasn't 'into it', or  possibly Master just wanted to display his dominance; not his 
caring. Whatever  the feelings were, I lay there on my back, in the straw, 
while Master delighted  himself once he'd unloaded his manseed. Master said 
nothing as He re-inserted my  butt plug. Both of the Masters left without as much 
as a single word or gesture.  As the three men walked away, they started up a 
conversation which continued  well passed the entrance to the barn. Sometimes 
the conversation sounded heated,  while other times the vocals seemed hushed 
and subdued. It really didn't matter  now, did it; as I never heard a single 
understandable word from the beginning.  All I can say is that they talked more 
outside of the barn than they did on the  inside; which to me meant that I 
wasn't supposed to hear it in the first  place.

When  Shaun returned, I was released from the chain leash and taken, once 
more, to the  shower area. I didn't much care for the rough way Shaun rinsed out 
my tunnel,  but his continued cautious manner in the way he washed my body was 
much  appreciated.  

As I moved  from the shower area, crawling properly behind Shaun, a cool 
breeze began to  filter through the barn. The air smelled fresh and there was a 
mild hint that  rain was in the  future.

Once  I was back up on the table, I had time to look over at Mark. His eyes 
were now  open, his cheeks stained with dried tears. He looked rather meek and 
timid,  compared to everything that I knew of him. I could see him exercising 
his  fingers and wiggling his toes, apparently trying to work up an increase 
in blood  flow. The overhead light glimmered against the few pieces of body 
jewelry that I  could see. He just looks so sad lying there, but I knew that I 
didn't have the  need to, or the want of, feeling sympathy for him. I've been 
there, done that,  so I know well what his future is destined to  become.

Shaun tended, once more, to all of my piercings; which he delighted in 
twisting  and turning. Nope, I wasn't and no I didn't make a single sound. I think 
my  dedication towards my new life, seemed to be the beginning ways of pleasing 
 Shaun; or at least I hoped  so.

"Since  the slave is sleeping in the stall tonight," started Shaun, "we can't 
have any  of these new rings getting dirty and infected, now can  we."

Damn!  So much for going back to the house tonight; I'm going to be sleeping 
like an  animal. 

"Lift those hips up high for me will you boy." Shaun laughingly  ordered.

I  no sooner had my hips up off the table and Shaun had slid one of those  
disposable diapers underneath me. After a couple of tugs and pulls; the entire  
area was covered with a large pink  diaper.

Before I was chained in for the night, Shaun felt it his duty, his  
responsibility, to ravage my throat one last time and to leave my mouth with the  
bitter sweet taste of his  manseed.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday were all nearly the same for me. The 
few  exceptions were minor ones; with either different workers or more workers 
on any  given day. Mark had been removed from the table, in think on 
Wednesday, and  placed in his stall.  

Once each  day I was taken outside for a bit of sunshine and a long walk. 
Other than that,  it was becoming mundane, to say the least. Suck and be fucked; 
was about the  extent of the last five  days.

Saturday, however, was a totally different experience. To begin with, Marks  
brother and father arrived while we were eating our morning meal. It only took 
a  single breath before I could plainly hear Mark's brother start in on him. 
I  could plainly see the father's head towering over the two teenagers, as 
Shaun  looked on passively.  

I hadn't  seen Jordan all week, but that didn't keep me from thinking about 
him and to  what extent he was being trained or used as a sexual object. The 
absence of  Jordan only intensified my feeling towards him, which I suppose 
might just be a  normal thing for a slave. I wanted, needed, and desired to see 
him, touch him,  smell him and taste  him.

It  wasn't long after our meal, when Master arrived; which was something a 
bit out  of the ordinary for this week. Normally Master would come up to the 
barn right  after the noon feeding. Master and Shaun chatted for awhile, before 
the two of  them pulled Mark's father aside and had a lengthy  talk.

While  the three men were talking, Master Doc arrived; with the group of 
teenage porn  boys in tow. The boys all stopped, briefly, to inspect my body and 
to quip about  the weekends activities which they hoped would come to fruition. 
Thankfully all  of my piercings had healed and scabbed over enough so that 
their rough handling  of the rings didn't bother me much at all.  

Somebody, I  don't know who, called out to the boys and they all scampered 
two stalls down to  where Mark and his brother were. Moments later the laughter 
and taunting remarks  began; and I just knew that Mark was in for one hell of 
a  weekend.

I  was beginning to feel a churning in my own stomach, apparently from the 
anxiety  of not knowing. The barn was filling up, yet I was the only one who was 
all  alone. Did I need attention? Did I need some form of punishment? Did I, 
was I,  simply beginning to crave what everyone said would one day become  
natural.

I  could only guess that either the workers had been given this day off or 
else  their work was completed; as by now, surely they would have arrived. That 
would  be about five sperm deposits I'd not be receiving; not to mention the 
copious  amounts of piss that I'd not have to swallow. For some reason, I was 
going to  miss it.

After exiting Mark's stall, the five teens were given orders by Master Doc.  
Their assignment for the rest of the morning was to clean and tidy up the 
barn;  asking Shaun for any direction should they find themselves in a  quandary.

As  the Masters departed, the butler and the housekeeper arrived. Neither of 
the two  came to pay me or Mark a visit. They seemed to have a set agenda this 
particular  morning. The two conversed with Shaun, pointing in this way and 
that, as they  spoke. Had I not been confined to my six foot leash I could have 
gotten closer  and heard most everything.  

It must  have been at least two to three hours later and the boys were sent 
back down to  the main house, accompanied by the housekeeper. What ever the 
case may have  been, the boys were all back at the barn within thirty minutes; 
creating a bit  of a ruckus just outside the slave  entrance.

Two of the young boys followed Shaun as he came up to my body and released me 
 from the leash. Then, without a word spoken, Shaun attached two separate  
leashes, one attaching to each of the two rings on my scrotal piercings. The  
next thing I know; I'm being led from the stall by these two teenagers and taken 
 out the slave entrance, past what is now all to clear. I was led right 
passed  two picnic tables and one rather large gas grill. The grill, I remembered 
as  being the one that was always down at  poolside.

The housekeeper was doing her thing, by making sure that the table cloths  
weren't wrinkled, the plates and glasses all placed precisely where they were  
supposed to be, etc.  The butler was fumbling around in one of many ice  
chests, digging out some ice cold bottles of  beer.

There  was no sign of Jordan, nor did I see Mark; as I was forced to follow 
the two  boys as they made their way up the embankment and onto the path. They 
remained  quiet the majority of the time; well, they spoke to themselves on 
and off but  not a word with  me.

We  hadn't gone to far, perhaps a quarter of a mile; where I could still see 
the  barn, the main house and the earthen driveway from the road, when I heard 
the  sound of a vehicle  engine.

The  boys stopped, as did I; watching with interest, as the vehicle slowed 
down as it  neared the barn, parking right alongside of the pickup truck.  The 
vehicle  looked identical to the one that my father used last weekend; and at 
first I  thought dad had come back to make amends with my  uncle.

I  then saw my Master enter the barn, and appeared to be walking towards the  
'guest' entry way; when out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. I turned 
my  head slightly to the left, and approaching the barn from down below was 
Jordan.  

I  remembered what the Masters had said last weekend, about having a cookout 
each  weekend if 'we were well behaved' during the week. But this was Saturday 
not  Sunday, so I couldn't quite come to grips with the  situation.

I  followed, eagerly, the movement of Jordan as he approached the slave side 
of the  barn; where he stopped and dropped to his knees, directly in front of 
Master  Doc. It was rather nice to see him bend down and kiss his Master's 
boots. At  least I knew that Jordan was still alive and well; and I was getting 
anxious to  being with  him.

My  attention was averted back to the vehicle, as the doors opened up. The 
driver  was indeed the same one from last week. The shock of seeing a female 
exit the  vehicle was unnerving. She climbed out from the seat directly behind 
the  driver's seat. The next thing which came into view was another female; who 
had  walked around behind the vehicle to join the other lady. I couldn't see 
their  faces, but I could easily tell that both of them were blondes. I 
couldn't  imagine why Master would invite two females here, to join us in our weekend 
 cookout. 

Something must have occurred inside the barn, as Master Doc turned quickly 
away  from Jordan and seemed to be looking toward the barn. Before I could put 
two and  two together, what appeared to be a man, well dressed, came charging 
out of the  slave entrance. He must have been saying something, as Master Doc 
raised his  right hand and they both shook.  

After a  moment spent on greetings, Master Doc turned around and looked in my 
direction.  I saw his right arm come up as he pointed in our direction. The 
man, tall and  thin, began to move up the embankment. The further away from the 
barn, his pace  quickened until he was on the path in an almost all out run. 
Half way between  the barn and where the three of us were on the knoll, is 
when I recognized the  man.

Instinctively, I moved to narrow the distance between the two of us; but the  
boys were still holding my two leashes and they had no intention of  
relinquishing their control. The sudden jerk on my balls sent me to the ground  faster 
than a speeding  bullet.

By  the time I'd gotten up off the ground, on to my knees, the man was 
standing  directly in front of my naked body. As much as I wanted to stand up and 
greet  him in a worldly way, I remembered what I was. I leaned over and kissed 
his now  dust covered black  loafers.

Two  hands came down and slid under my arms and gently lifted me up. My mind, 
my  heart, my every fiber were racing; but I had to remember who and what I 
was, at  all times.

The smile, the perfect teeth, the two dimples and the deep blue eyes nearly 
sent  me into a crying spell. My entire body was shaking uncontrollably, as his 
hands  slid around to grasp my back and pull me even  closer.

As  he kissed me, on the lips, his tongue began to explore my mouth. His grip 
became  even more restrictive, as his hands found their way down to my butt  
cheeks.

Tears were flowing like hot lava, and I didn't' know what to think.  My  
entire being was still shaking as he gave my butt plug a gentle twist before  
moving his hand in between the two of us and began to massage my two bound  balls.

I was  nearing hysterical proportions, when he told the two boys 'leave us'. 
The sounds  of the feet told me that they had understood the  request.

I  flashed back briefly to the two women and I still didn't know who they 
were, but  I knew who was kissing me. I knew who was holding me up against his 
own body. I  knew who was exploring parts of my body and it was the one person 
who I would  never have  expected.

He  eased me down so that I was firmly on the ground, in a sitting position; 
as he  too sat down, still holding my hands. There was that long moment of 
silence, as  my tears began to slow down; before he began looking at me as if 
he'd just found  his long lost  relative.

"You don't know how frig'n long I've been waiting for this day," Alan said in 
 the most emphatic tone of voice, with the biggest smile I'd even  seen.

Not to  diminish the moment we were having, BUT! I'd heard that nearly 
identical  sentence from my uncle.

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