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Sail Away Chapter  Fifty

The way we were sitting, left me just enough area that the barn was easily 
seen.  I couldn't see the people, but I at least got to note their presence and  
movements. Alan was sitting directly in front of me, his head moving up and  
down; with his eyes wide open, searching my body for something which to begin  
his  conversation.

Lord knows how much I wanted to start speaking to him, but I knew that, 
without  permission I would be setting myself up for a discipline session. Alan's 
hands  moved in and once again started fondling my thing and balls. The way he 
was  sitting and the distance from all of the other free men, there wasn't a 
chance  that his manipulations would be  detected.

"John, you just don't know what the hell has been going through my mind, from 
 the moment my dad told me about your enslavement. The first few days of not  
knowing anything drove me absolutely crazy. Then when I got the email from 
your  friend, I started to become even more  upset."

So far, Alan hadn't set the world on fire with his opening remarks, but he 
did  however seem to pause, anticipating my comment. It didn't take him long to  
figure out that I wasn't going to say a single word, voluntarily, without his 
 approval.

"As soon as I saw the first photos of you, which I'm guessing were taken 
aboard  your dad's ship; I was shocked to see what kind of people your dad has 
working  for him. It took some courage, but I managed to get my dad to open up to 
me  about your dad. That's the only way that I could start to figure out this 
whole  stupid mess. I never knew it until recently, but your father is the 
one who has  helped my dad find the right kind of slaves for our place. Not that 
they came  from his school, but just that he put my father on to the right 
people who  seemed to know just where the best of the best slaves  were."

Okay, so you learned something about my father and the slave business, SO  
FUCKING WHAT! I thought to myself. I just want Alan to keep talking, so that I  
can finally put my life, what there is of it, into perspective. I sat there, 
in  total silence, as Alan used his hands to spread my bent legs apart even 
further.  His eyes cast down, presumably to focus in on the base of the butt  
plug.

"John, I gotta tell ya, man; that up until last weekend my dad was getting 
the  latest updates, photos and videos of all your training. I still can't 
believe  how beautiful you look; and if I say so myself, you look gorgeous either 
as a  free man or a  slave."

My eyes caught a little movement down by the barn; which turned out to be the 
 two ladies taking seats at one of the picnic tables; while one of the porn 
boys  appeared to be serving them a cocktail.  A little white smoke started  
wafting its' way into the air, which told me that the butler had fired up the  
big grill.
Alan began to playfully tug on some of my decorations, but he must have known 
 just how much he could play with them without causing any undue discomfort.  

"Well anyway, as I was saying. With all that's going on back home, I haven't 
had  much time to myself to hang around with to many of my friends. Your mom 
has been  over to our place at least six or seven times now; and I think she is 
getting  quite accustomed to being around properly attired slaves. That 
should be of some  comfort to you,  hopefully."

Yes, so what! So mom has been visiting your place, big deal! And why are you  
making such a thing out of my mom being around naked  men?

"I heard this week that your dad and your uncle had a big blow out. In some  
ways, I guess, that's a good thing. Your mom heard about it from your uncle,  
opps, I mean your master. She comes and tells my dad; and the two of them go  
into his den and close the door. So I'm guessing that she had something super  
secret to tell him. They were in there for over an hour. Then when they came 
out  she was so polite to me that I couldn't stand it much longer. I just 
couldn't  put my finger on it, but I knew that I could worm it out of my dad at  
dinner."

I kept listening, more intently now, than before. Alan was apparently trying 
to  build up to something, but I had to endure the whole story before I was to 
learn  the ending. Alan was steadily tugging at my nipple rings and squeezing 
my teats  between two of his fingers. Normally, I might just have gotten a 
bit aroused by  such actions, but today just wasn't one of those times. I could 
easily detect  Alan's boner just straining for freedom; but I sure as hell 
wasn't going to take  it upon myself to expose his cock. Alan, remember, is the 
one who was always  wanting to get into my pants; and perhaps I'd made an error 
by allowing him to  suck my cock just before my  enslavement.

"You know John, that I'd still love to suck your cock, but as it stands now; 
I  don't think there is one mouth that could withstand all of your piercings. 
But  perhaps you'll be able to suck my manhood before I leave. Oh, and did I 
tell  you; that we're staying until Monday morning? So you see, there might 
just be  plenty of time for that and more, if you get my drift. It was nice of 
your  master to allow us to visit here this weekend. He said that you've been  
progressing really nice and that he has even left you alone the whole week; j
ust  so that you could concentrate on one or two of the areas that needed 
perfecting.  By the way, do you get to jack off a lot around  here?"

Now he's gone and done it. Alan has gone from filling in a lot of the blanks, 
 questions that have been in my mind for weeks on end; to talking about sex. 
Sex  between me and him, or him and me; whichever way you want to look at  it.

"Sorry about that, I got off track just a bit. I could tell by the way you  
looked at me that you weren't expecting to see me. Well, it was supposed to be 
a  surprise and I think it was. I guess you know who else flew down with me, 
don't  you?"

The look in his eyes, told me that he was awaiting a verbal response; so I  
answered quite simply, "Sir, no  Sir."

Well, my dad wanted to come, but he has a bunch of paper work to do for your  
mom. So my mom decided to come down in his place, and between you and me; I  
think she just needed a break from the big city plus she wanted to see if 
there  were any good looking slaves around the place. She always did tell me that 
she  thought you were a 'hunk' of a stud, so I'm sure she can't wait to see 
you up  close and personal; if you know what I mean. And, I'd be remising if I 
didn't  tell you that she wanted to come to keep your mom  company."

MY MOM! Shit and hell fire! Why on earth is my mom here? She can't see me 
naked.  And she can't see me looking and behaving like a slave. What am I going 
to do?  What am I going to say to her?  This was NOT going to be a weekend like 
 last weekend; that was all but  certain.

"I know that your mom hasn't seen your master for many years; but they've 
been  talking on the phone a lot over the past week. I think it has something to 
do  about your dad and perhaps they've found a way to piss him off even more. 
That,  my friend, would be something to see.  I overheard mom and your mother  
talking on the plane, and it seems that your master and your mom are trying 
to  work something out, with my dad. I'm not sure of to much, but I guessing 
that my  dad is going to be investing a large amount of capital in this slave 
school.  Your mom said something about this place being tens times better than 
your dad's  place and that just the fact of it being here in the States, would 
substantially  reduce the amount of slave trade that your old man will have. I 
guess that he's  still going to be getting a lot of foreign trade to keep him 
sexually active and  quite wealthy but not so much if he losses the slave 
business in America. Don't  you think that would be cool? If my old many becomes 
an investor in this school,  I'd be able to see you a lot. You'd like that 
wouldn't  you?"

I sat stunned and silent. I didn't answer his question. I was dumbfounded to 
say  the least. Before I knew it, Alan was raising his voice to me; telling me 
that I  had failed to answer when spoken to and that it was his 
responsibility to report  such a  shortcoming.

After Alan had composed himself, he started speaking once again. "Now, let's 
try  this again. I'm feeling a bit horny so I'd like to know if you want to 
suck my  cock?"

DAMN! Nothing like going from shy gay friend to domineering. I didn't look at 
 his face, but I did answer him; "Sir, no  Sir".

"Well, at least you know the proper way to answer a free man. But please do 
tell  me, your friend, just why it is that you wish not to please me by sucking 
my  cock."

"Sir, I've not yet gotten accustomed to being intimate with friends Sir, and 
I  don't think that I should ruin a friendship by sucking on your cock Sir." 
Now if  that doesn't sound shitty, I don't know what does; but maybe Alan will 
buy the  lame  excuse.

"Nonsense John, don't forget that I've seen you sucking cocks already. It  
doesn't look like you've had much difficulty in learning. So, since we are alone 
 up here, just take my cock out and suck on it just a  little."

I was stuck. I really didn't have a choice in the matter. If I wanted to suck 
 Alan's cock, it would have been much better for me, but now I was being 
ordered  to suck a cock by a free man. As I leaned down and began to unzip his 
pants;  Alan took the two leashes and brought them up behind my neck and pulled 
them  rather tightly together and tied the two ends in a knot. The strain on my 
balls  was bearable yet uncomfortable against my body as I continued to bend 
at the  waist.

I was finally able to get my teeth on to his zipper and he obliged me by 
leaning  backwards just enough to allow the zipper to slide easily. He was wearing 
 underwear, which was something I hadn't seen in a month. I quickly managed 
to  acquire the waistband of his blue briefs with my teeth and pulled the down 
far  enough so that they lifted up his balls. It wasn't the first time I'd 
seen his  naked cock. I knew just how thick it was, from the time we spent 
splashing in  his pool and while I watched him ram it down the throat of his 'pool  
boy'.

As my  lips came in contact with the piss hole, Alan gently placed his two 
hands on my  head; ever so slightly applying pressure. I opened my mouth and 
accepted his  manhood allowing myself to get it down to my tongue  piercing.

My tongue started to flicker on the underside of his shaft, while I did my 
best  to work up a sizeable amount of spit. "Damn John, you don't give yourself 
enough  credit when it comes to sucking cock. You sure would make me happy if 
you were  my slave. Now, why don't you start to work it up and down and just 
maybe, if you  do a really good job, I'll reward you with some of my man  seed."

Well, okay; what could I say to that? After all I know that any red blooded 
male  doesn't just want a quick blowjob. Alan wants to unload in my throat and 
I sorta  knew it from the beginning. I bobbed my head up and down on his 
shaft, feeling  the meat swell to enormous proportion. I thought of only one thing, 
one thing  only; and instantly put myself into my 'private space'. I mean, 
well, you know;  how many times do I have to mention that Alan always seems to 
pop up, every time  I'm in my  space.

"You know John, by all rights and privilege I should be calling you 'boy' or  
'slave', but since it's just you and me for now I guess it won't do any harm. 
 Did I mention that some of your pals approached me about where you had gone? 
I  didn't want to lie to them, so I told them all the truth. Roger and that 
nerd  Blaine didn't believe me, so I had to show them some of the pictures and 
videos  that your dad sent my dad. They were really amazed at how much work 
you've been  through. Roger came right out and said that he'd like to fuck your 
'sweet ass'.  Blaine seemed horror-struck at first, but he soon realized that 
he too, could  enjoy at least a long and wet blowjob from one of his best 
buddies. I called  them both this week to tell them that I was coming down to see 
you and they all  said to say hello. Roger told me that he had mentioned 
something about you to  some of the other guys on the swim team and they all seemed 
delighted that you  had finally come to terms about being gay. I guess they 
all knew about you,  before you knew about  you."

I didn't pay much attention to what Alan just said, as I knew that there was  
just about no way in hell that any of my friends would ever see me like this, 
in  person. Not that I wasn't upset that Alan showed them my pictures, mind 
you; but  that seemed to be the least of my worries at the  moment.

"And, I even got a few calls from the girls that you used to date. Seems like 
 they sorta knew it also. That one girl, what's her name… Terry said that all 
you  ever wanted from her was to get your cock sucked; which to her meant 
that you  must be at least a bi-sexual dude. A couple others said that you fucked 
them,  but that you didn't seem to know just how to make them have their own 
girly  orgasm. But don't you worry any, they all want to see you no matter if 
you are  gay or straight; or a slave. I'm betting that they'll all pool their 
resources  together and make arrangements with your master so that they can 
visit you some  weekend, before school starts up  again."

I'm pretty sure that Master wouldn't allow such an occurrence. After all, 
this  is a slave training facility, not a damn zoo. I could feel Alan begin to 
moan  softly, as he added a bit more pressure to the top of my head. I decided 
to take  more of his shaft, allowing it to glide over my tongue roller. I'd no 
sooner  gotten his cock into my throat, with my muscles 'milking' it; and Alan 
let go  with a real gusher. He uncontrollably pushed my head all the way down 
on his  shaft, until my nose was buried in his trimmed pubic hairs. I could 
smell his  manliness, just like I had envisioned it would be. I continued 
working on his  cock until he had begun to have those irritable feelings on the end 
of his cock.  I knew that I may have just gone on a bit to long, as he 
quickly pulled my mouth  off of his  cock.

"Damn 'boy'; don't you know better than to keep sucking after a man gives you 
 his protein. I'm just going to have to report that also, ya  know!"

Alan was right. I had lost myself, while in my 'space'. Actually, I didn't 
want  it to end so quickly. Sucking Alan was probably one of the best things 
that I  had gotten to do ever since being enslaved. Life seems to be throwing me 
one  curve ball after another, but I'm bound and determined to do what is 
required of  me. The way I figure it; if it's meant to be, then I'll just have to 
go with the  flow. I was happy, that Alan was here today. I couldn't 
understand why I hadn't  shown him more of my happiness. Maybe it's because I have 
started to have an  attached feeling with my Master that I was unable to display 
any true affection  towards Alan; who the heck knows. For now, I'm a slave, and 
for however long I  am one, I'm going to prove to others and myself; that for 
once in my life I can  do something which is pleasing others and not  myself.

With my body still hunched over, just inches away from Alan's cock, he began 
to  rub my back with his hands, as he leaned over and rested his head on my  
shoulder.  His soft, supple hands seemed to be magical, as all of my  
resistance seemed to disappear. "You, know," Alan began speaking softly, "It's  times 
like this that I wished would have happened under different  circumstances.  
I've really never been around someone like you. I've always  hung around with my 
gay friends and when dad brought some slaves into our home  to help out, it 
just seemed natural for me to use one or two of them for sex.  You're so 
different, and it seems a little odd to see you this way. Don't get me  wrong, I 
enjoy a slave's body as much as the next guy, but I've known you for a  long 
time, and now that you are kept as a naked slave, it just seems so  different. 
It's a good different, nothing wrong with it at all, and I'll always,  always 
have a place in my heart and life for you no matter what happens. I know  how 
you've been in lessons, learning how to please a man, which is a hell of a  lot 
better than getting lessons on how to please a female. God that would just  be 
awful, dreadful and disgusting, if you were to ask  me."

Silence fell over me, as Alan continued rubbing my back. Moments later Alan  
picked up where he'd left off. "I'm guessing that you have some built up  
resentments towards you dad and maybe your mom. You gotta remember that moms  will 
be moms, no matter what. They always think that they have your best  interest 
at heart. I think your mom, is a lot like mine used to be; that is,  until 
dad took her on a short cruise on our boat, and when they came back, she  was a 
different person. I bet ya that after this weekend your mom will be a  
completely different person, especially where you're concerned. But, ya know,  how it 
is after a guy jacks off or fucks, he's always gotta piss and I'm no  
different. I'm not going to ask you to swallow, but I know that you're in  training 
to become a perfect urinal. So just lean on back down there and let me  drain 
my lizard; come on and be a good boy for me, won't  you."

How he went from talking about family and stuff to wanting me to drink his 
piss  is beyond me; but I knew what he was getting at and I had to comply. I'm a 
slave  and he knows it. Once again I find his scent intoxicating as Alan 
takes his time  in relaxing himself. He continues to smooth over the skin on my 
back as he tells  me, 'be a good boy and swallow it all, once I start  flowing."

Even soft, Alan's cock is rather sizeable; not that mine isn't, but it also  
seemed to be mystical. As I began to swallow his piss, I hadn't noticed the  
'standard' acrid, and salty taste. I swallowed it all without being repulsed  
knowing that I'd just done another one of a slave's duties; and doing it with  
Alan was better than doing it with, or to, a strange free man. Alan kept one  
hand on my back and the other on my head, even after he'd finished. I didn't'  
suck on his cock, but kept it well into my mouth, with each passing second in 
 time; I was feeling wanted and  needed.

"I heard that you only get to cum when your master helps you out in that  
department. That's to bad, and I don't know how the hell you do it. I can't go  
half a day without spanking the monkey. Maybe, just maybe, your master will let 
 me help you out while I'm here  visiting."

Now that would be just fucking ducky, if you ask me. Six weeks ago Alan is  
giving me head, and now I'm sucking his cock, drinking his piss and now he 
wants  to fuck me. Did I miss something or what! But, down deep, if I'm going to 
be  getting fucked this weekend, I'd rather it be him or my Master. I don't  
particularly like being fucked by the porno boys and I don't think Shaun gives a 
 rat's ass about a passionate fuck; just so long as he gets his sperm up a 
tunnel  and demonstrates his  authority.

"I also heard that you haven't had any of your scheduled 'free time' in a 
week,  which must be hard on you. So, if you feel up to it, and you think that I 
might  be able to help out; use this time that we share together now to speak 
whatever  is on your mind. Just talk to me, as perhaps you might speak with 
another slave.  Don't think of me as your better, or a free  man."

I slowly withdrew my mouth, away from Alan's cock; but remained bent at the  
waist, staring at his magnificent cock and huge balls. I started off on the  
wrong foot when I called him Sir, to which he quickly reminded me that this is  
MY free time and that the word Sir wasn't to be used; so I started over  
again.

"Well, everything seems to be moving to fast. First I'm lied to by my father 
and  placed into slavery. Then I'm made to look like a fucking slave, no hair 
and all  this jewelry. Hell, I can't even use a toilet to piss in, let alone 
shit in.  Hell, I haven't had a single day go by where I don't have to clean my 
tunnel out  at least twice. I don't know what a 'natural urge' is anymore. I 
feel so bad  about not having my friends around anymore. I always had such 
good times with  them and now look at me. You're telling me that a bunch of them 
always thought I  was gay, and that some of them can't wait for me to suck 
their dicks. I don't  know who, if ever, I can trust anymore, except for my  
Master."

That was about all I could get out before I broke down into tears. Alan 
seemed  interested in each and every word I'd spoken; as he eased my head down onto 
his  lap, allowing me to be close enough to his cock that it made everything 
seem  alright. So I continued, as Alan still remained constant with his back  
rub.

"I was glad to know that you sent the email to Jordan on the ship, but I 
hated  to let you even know that my father had had me enslaved. I didn't think you 
 would ever want to speak to me again. I started getting close with Jordan, 
but  I'm not so sure that he doesn't have some hidden agenda. I feel as if he 
is like  a spy or something for his Master and my Master. Shaun treats me okay, 
but he  never speaks to me. He isn't mean to me or nothing, but since I 
screwed up today  I'm guessing that Shaun will have to punish me for being so damn  
stupid.

And we got this new kid, Mark, who was pretty tough on his younger brother 
but  now he is the slave and a week ago Master Doc cut the boys nuts off. His 
younger  brother fucks him and makes him suck his cock. I overheard him just 
this  morning, forcing Mark to stick his tongue up his butt and eat some of the 
kids  shit.

And then we have my Master making gay porn in the downstairs studio with them 
 kids you must have seen on your way up. They think they are so cool, getting 
to  suck and fuck each other and to get paid for doing it. Last week I had to 
let  them bath me, clean out my guts and then they all had me suck them off 
and  worse. But of all the people I've had to met over the last month, Master 
is the  only one that is honest with me. All the others seem to be telling 
tales or else  they just make up one lie after another. I just want everyone to at 
least be  honest with me, even though I'm a slave now. I think it is the 
least that  anybody can  do."

I had to stop, as my sobs and tears began to interfere with my speech; and I  
didn't want to spout out a bunch of unintelligible words. Alan was silent for 
 the longest time; but he'd now moved one of his hands up to my bald head and 
was  smoothing away my fears and  disappointments.

Alan gave the slightest of squirms and now my lips were once again touching 
the  tip of his cock. I slowly opened my mouth and took his limp manhood into 
my  mouth; which seemed to calm me down just a little. I guess you could say 
that I  was using Alan's cock as my personal  pacifier.

After just a few minutes, I started talking once again; telling Alan all 
about  my 'private space' and how going there seemed to help out a lot. I didn't 
know  at the time, just how profound any of what I'd said meant to Alan; yet, 
at least  it made me feel so good to finally have the time to speak like a free 
man. The  amount of things I told Alan about would have made for a good book, 
or even a  movie; but Alan took it all in stride and little did I know that 
I'd reap a  world of benefits from saying what I'd said to him. It must have 
had a  tremendous impact on my  friend.

It took some time before Alan began speaking, but he didn't seem one bit 
upset  over what I had spoken of. I was relieved that Alan wasn't pissed off, 
because  some of the things I talked about wouldn't normally be allowed, coming 
from a  slave.

"Damn John, you sure had a lot on your mind. I'm glad, though, that you felt  
comfortable enough to tell me everything that you did. I hope that before I 
have  to go back home that we can have another such talk. I've never been on to 
lie to  anybody, and I can't see any reason why I'd lie to you, even though 
you are  legally nothing more than a slave. You talked about many things that I 
have an  opinion about, but you haven't really asked any questions; so for 
now I suppose  that I don't have to many answers. I don't know your friend 
Jordan, so I can't  really tell you anything about him. But, it is good to see that 
you have some  feelings towards him. I'm sure that he has your best interest 
at heart and  wouldn't do or say anything that would cause you any grief. 
Perhaps you are  harboring a few of those bad thoughts about him just because 
everything you've  been through in the past month is all new to you. I know that I 
would have tons  of questions, mountains of ill feelings towards people too. 
As for your Master,  I think he's a good man. I also think he's a good man to 
learn from and if I was  a slave, I'd be lucky to have a Master like  him."

Just the tone of Alan's voice had a calming effect for me. I listened 
intently,  while his cock was still gently resting on my tongue. His cock, his scent, 
his  human touch upon my skin was the most reassuring thing that has occurred 
to me  in a long  time.

"John, there are some things that I haven't spoken of, and you haven't asked  
about; so I'm not going to bring them up now. I feel its best that you 
continue  your training just like you're doing, for the time being. I know that 
seeing  your mom for the first time in a month is going to be difficult and 
strange for  you; but, think about your mom too. This is all new to her as well. I 
know for a  fact that she is doing everything possible to help you out; but at 
the same time  she has so much on her mind. She is dealing with the divorce 
bit, trying to run  the house without a husband or son, and finding the means to 
learn more about  the shipping industry on top of having to accept you for 
who you are. If you  want me to, I'll stay right by your side when we go down to 
see your mom. I bet  that right this minute she too, is a nervous wreck. 
She's only see the same  stuff about you that the rest of us have and I know that 
seeing you in person is  so much different; well, at least for me it is. Just 
remember, none of us are  perfect. Don't expect anything, and that which you 
do receive will feel that  much better. Just give your mom some time to get 
used to seeing the 'new you'  and I bet everything will work out pretty good; 
maybe not perfect, maybe not the  way you'd hoped it would, but it will all work 
out. You have no idea how much  legal crap goes along with your mom's 
situation and take it from me; talking to  lawyers wouldn't be the highlight of my day 
 either."

What Alan said started to make some sense, as I processed every word. It was  
plain to see that Alan was indeed different than I was; probably because he 
was  brought up in a much more accepting family. Alan seemed to speak 
logically,  where I had only spoke of my self-indulged feelings. Not that, that is 
wrong,  but I can understand where Alan is coming  from.

"It won't be but a few more minutes and I think we need to start heading back 
to  the group. Just remember what I said about your mom. Both of you need to 
get  used to one another almost as if you were a brand new baby boy.  And I'm  
going to hate having to tell your master of your two transgressions. I hope 
that  he goes easy on you. I've never seen a slave getting a discipline session 
 before. Dad always took them down into the cellar, out of sight; but no 
matter  how easy he was on them, they always seemed to be heard, even up in my 
room.  Perhaps it would be better if I stay with you during your session and that 
just  might make things go easier on you. I could lie to your master, but I'm 
not one  who normally tells a lie, so we both will just have to wait and see 
what  happens."

All of Alan's words stuck in my head. I knew that he'd have to report my two  
screw ups but Master just might consider the circumstances for which I 
committed  them. I slowly pulled my head back, not really wanting to release his 
cock; but  I knew he was right about the time. Instinctively, I guess, I moved my 
mouth  just enough so that I could at least savor the taste and odor of 
Alan's balls. I  began licking one of them, causing Alan to moan with delight. I 
kept licking for  a minute, before I decided to work his ball into my moist 
mouth. Alan continued  moaning softly and before I knew what had come over me, I 
had both of his man  nuts in my mouth; sucking and licking them as if they were 
two pieces of hard  candy. Alan had even gone so far as to moisten one of his 
fingers and place it  into my ear. I don't know how he knew, but such a thing 
always got me hot and  bothered when I was with a girl; in my former  life.

"Easy boy," Alan started; "If you keep that up, I just may have to give you  
another one of my famous protein drinks. Stop and put my equipment away like a 
 good slave does, won't  you."

Seeing that my knees were so roughed up from four weeks of crawling around, 
Alan  told me to walk back to the barn. I stayed the proper distance behind 
him; as he  seemed empowered to hold the two leashes attached to my  balls.

The closer I got, the more nervous I became. The outline of all the free 
persons  was becoming quite distinctive. Thankfully, the porno boys were 
constantly on  the move, acting as waiters and helping out the butler and housekeeper 
as well.  I think someone must have noticed just how close we were to the barn 
and  everyone turned around to watch Alan leading me down the  knoll.

I was for sure back into slave mode. I didn't want to screw up anymore than I 
 already had. Just as soon as we stopped, I dropped to my knees in front of  
Master and greeted Him by kissing each of his boots. Likewise, I did the same  
for Shaun and Master Doc. Alan was about to hand Master my two leashes when  
Master told him to led me over to 'our other two guests for the  weekend."

So there I was, kneeling like a slave dog, in front of my own mother. She 
bent  down and lifted up my head, until our eyes met. Even though I could plainly 
see  that her eyes were watery, I took a sigh of relief seeing that her face 
was  beaming with joy. When she came even closer and kissed me on my lips, I 
knew  that any and all of the worries that I had held, where quickly 
dissipating. She  took the two leashes from Alan and thanked him most graciously for 
spending so  much time with  me.

"I guess son," mom started; "that we need to have a good long talk; don't you 
 agree?"
I  looked puzzled for a moment, before I meekly answered her. "Ma'am, yes  
Ma'am.

As mom turned towards the barn, I saw the entire group watching me crawl 
behind  her. I didn't know what to think, but I knew that Master's keen eyes would 
catch  any and all of my faults. I heard Alan say something like, 'that sure 
is a big  enough fucking butt plug the boy carries around.' It wasn't a secret 
about my  plug, as it was so large that I had to even crawl in a wider 
position, which  allowed the whole world to see the gigantic base wedged between my  
cheeks.

"Which of these rooms is yours son?" Mom asked in the most innocent of  ways.

There was enough slack in the leash that I just took over and led mom to my  
stall. Unfortunately we weren't alone in the barn; as Mark was being kept busy 
 by his brother and Shaun. From the sounds of it, Shaun was having to 
verbalize  instructions; teaching Mark's brother the proper way to 'squat over the 
slave's  face.' I didn't want mom to have had to hear that part of a slave's 
training,  but there was absolutely nothing in the world I could do to prevent  
it.

I stopped once I'd gotten into my stall and had crawled over to the corner;  
which would place us the farthest distance away from Mark's stall. I waiting,  
and waited for mom to start speaking. I'm guessing that she was taking her 
time,  assembling her words, or perhaps even taking in the sights within the 
confines  of the  barn.

"John Henry, I just don't know where to begin. I feel that I'm partially  
responsible for your current situation, and I just know what to say except that  
I'm sorry and I hope that you can forgive  me."

As prim and proper as my mom is, she cast it all aside and sat down on the 
bed  of straw alongside of me. She even told me to 'sit' which I did in a timely 
and  proper manner. Did I ever tell you just how beautiful my mother is? She 
has to  be the prettiest girl in the  world.

"John Henry you look well. I can't say that I agree with all of your rings 
and  things but you look nice nonetheless. I had a hard time comprehending the  
photographs your father and uncle had sent me in the beginning; but now that 
I'm  here, I don't think you look bad at all without any hair. It reminds me so 
much  of when you were a baby. I want you to know that I haven't watched all 
of the  video that your uncle has sent to me, but I have watched every piece 
of the ones  from your father. I'm sorry that he has made you suffer so much. I 
didn't like  it when I saw you crying and  all."

Well, with that said, I began to feel even better yet. Now I knew that this  
isn't the first time she's seen me in such a fashion. I decided that perhaps  
since she is my mom that I should look at her while she speaks to me; you 
know,  we were all taught to look at our parents when they spoke to us. It sure as 
hell  can't result in me getting anymore of a punishment  session.

Mom quite casually put one of her hands on my bare leg, which was something 
that  she always used to do, right before she began to say something which was 
always  of a serious nature. "John Henry, I'm so glad that your friend Alan 
and his  mother came along with me. I don't think that I could have done it 
without their  help (her normal way of 'breaking the ice'). I never knew about 
your father's  school and of all the men he has converted into worthwhile slaves. 
I did,  however, have my doubts about your sexual orientation. You just used 
to do some  of the 'girlie' things when you were growing up that I suspected 
you to be gay,  just like your uncle. I'll never know why I was so damn upset 
with him either;  except for my own sheer stupidity. If we had been a better 
set of parents to  you, I'm sure that your father and I would have been able to 
understand you  better and none of this would have  happened."

Oh great, I'm getting one of her infamous talks on how they failed me as  
parents. I'm not surprised at all, that she is enduring a serious 'guilt trip'.  
I can't wait for round number  two.

"The way the lawyers are explaining things to me, it's my understanding that 
you  will remain enslaved until you turn twenty-one; and then you will be 
returned as  a free man, unless either your Master or you decide that you must 
remain a  slave. So if you feel comfortable being like you are, I'll support you 
in every  way I can. I'm sure your father would just love to see you remain a 
slave, but  there are some things that I'm going to discuss with you this 
weekend that will  surely upset him to no  end."

Okay, now she believes that I like being this way. It's one thing for me to 
be  coming to terms with my own sexuality, but for mom to think I want to be a 
slave  is beyond belief. What can I do, I have to sit hear and listen, like a 
good  slave is supposed to do. I just can't jump up and hop into my car and 
drive over  to a friends place; now can  I?

"I don't want to alarm you, but what has been going on over the last month 
has  taken a toll on me also. I'm not getting much sleep, nor am I eating all 
that  good."

FINALLY! Something that we have in  common.

"Well, you remember that slave over at Alan's house; the one that they called 
 their 'pool boy'? Well, they loaned him to me two weeks ago, just so I could 
get  used to being around a naked man all the time. I think it has helped me 
to the  point where I'm not even nervous being so close to you, all naked and 
things.  Well, as you know, our home isn't set up for slaves and I had to have 
a  contractor come over and install a large ring in the kitchen wall; where 
each  night I have to chain and padlock the slave. During the day he is free to 
do his  chores without being chained up but at night I have to lock him in 
for the  night. Alan's dad says that they usually keep him in a steel cage at 
night, but  I didn't want to spend that kind of money unless in time we get our 
own  slaves."

All right MOM! For eighteen plus years she was dead set against having slaves 
in  the house and after I'm gone she gets one to help her out and she even 
chains  him up at night. AND if that isn't bad enough, it is the slave that Alan 
uses  all the time for his sexual needs. Lord above, what is happening to the 
mother  who I had hoped and prayed would get me the fuck out of this mess. I 
ain't  smelling any roses just yet  MA!

"And you see son, with the house and the business that I'm getting from the  
divorce, we'll be set for life financially. Well, that is I'll be set for 
life.  Your father is keeping his one vessel and his school and I get all the rest 
 including twenty percent of the available cash in the bank account. The  
attorneys and Alan's father have been most helpful; expensive but helpful.   I'm 
going to continue putting money into your personal account, just like  always; 
just in case you decide on your twenty first birthday if you want to  come 
home and work along side me. I think, after nineteen years it is already  just 
about ready to reach a million dollars, but don't hold me to it; you know  how 
bad I am at finance and  money."

So your attorneys are 'helping' you. Sure they are. They are helping 
themselves  to a bunch of your money. Attorneys are like buzzards on top of road kill  
Armadillo.  

"But anyway, that's enough about me for now. I'm just so excited to see you 
that  I don't know what to say next. Did you know that for years and years your 
father  wanted me to put my lips around his penis? He said it was the proper 
thing to  do. I never did it of course, but now that I've watched you, how do 
you say,  'sucking cock', I can see why men like it so much. Sure is a lot of 
moaning and  groaning going on with 'sucking cock'. Your father never moaned 
like those guys  did, when he was having sex with me. I guess sex with a man is 
so much more, how  do they put it; well it's primitive yet it's proper to 
have sex among men,  especially with a slave. I never knew that they have certain 
classifications of  slaves. It surprised me to no end that you want to be a 
sex slave instead of a  worker slave. I'd hoped that you would have wanted to 
go out in the world and  work as a slave rather than just have sex most of the 
time. Isn't there  something wrong or at least odd about having a slave around 
just for personal  use, like for sex and 'cock sucking'.  I guess your father 
was right about  a few things, like he always told me that unless you went 
off to college; that  you'd end up hanging around doing nothing that amounted to 
much except for  having sex. I'm still not sure he is right, but only time 
will tell. You've got  a couple more years to mess around before you have to 
make a life changing  decision."

MOM! What on earth has happened here. Like hello, did I ask to look like 
this,  be treated this way. I wish I could get a word in here, but she hasn't 
permitted  me to speak yet, so I'm just bidding my time until she does. Someone is 
or has  filled her head with a lot of notions that I'm really doing most of 
this now on  my own accord. At least she knows that dad is responsible for my 
enslavement,  but doesn't she understand that I don't have any choice on what 
happens to my  brain, body and soul. I knew she was naïve; that's why I got 
away with so much  at home. That's why I always went to her for anything. Now 
look at me! Mom still  hasn't come to realize that I played her like a fool, for 
everything I got,  everything I own and everything I did. Surely, after a 
month of this crap she  would come to realize that dad has also played on her 
unwillingness to accept so  many different worldly ways. One might say that 'what 
goes around, comes  around'; and now it has come full circle and fucked me 
right in my own damn  ass!"

"Well, John Henry, if you don't mind I'm going to call for Mr. Shaun. Your 
uncle  said that when we were finished talking I was to call for him. We can 
talk much  more later on, as I'm here until tomorrow  night."

Mom stood up and brushed the flecks of straw from her pretty clothes. She 
looks  so beautiful, yet I can't understand why she hasn't come to grips with 
reality.  I'm her son, I'm her enslaved son and she seems to be accepting it like 
it was  'normal' for some sons to be enslaved until they turned twenty-one. 
I'm thinking  that she's thinking it has something to do with gay guys. God 
help  me.

Mom called out rather loudly, for Shaun, who came in right away. Alan also  
appeared to come in moments after Shaun. Alan handed my mother what looked like 
 a mixed drink; which she, as always, sipped very 'lady like'.  

"Now remember John Henry, we'll talk more either tonight or tomorrow. You 
behave  yourself, like I know you know how to." Mom stood there watching as Shaun 
put me  onto my back. The two leashes were removed from my balls, and mom 
still  continued to watch. The heavy chain was attached to my collar, as well as 
chains  to my extremities; which when done left me spread eagled out on the 
straw  covered floor, and mom was still  watching.

A lighter weight chain was lowered down from the ceiling and was attached to 
the  Prince Albert; which left my thing standing straight up into the air. Mom 
was  still  watching.

Thankfully, Master came in and escorted mom out of the stall and back outside 
to  join Alan's mom. I didn't know what was happening; as I'd not been bound 
in this  manner, at least not here in my stall. Shaun left, leaving only Alan 
in the  stall with me. His eyes looked sad, as if to say something bad had 
happened or  was about to  happen.

Alan slowly walked over to me and knelt beside my face, only to say; I'm 
sorry  but I had to tell the truth.

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