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Sail Away Chapter  Fifty  Three


The truck hadn't gotten to the main road and most of us had turned our backs 
on  it. Mom seemed to be on a mission; heading straight for Mark. I crawled 
back  over to where I had previously been, and Alan was right behind  me.

The boys all cannonball their way into the pool; much to the dismay of Shaun. 
I  could almost feel Shaun's anger towards Mark's brother, along with the two 
 Masters.  

The butler went into the house as the housekeeper went about pouring all the  
free men a cool drink. Alan's mom was now sliding into the pool herself, 
easing  up towards two of the teenagers. There's a word for women like her but it 
eludes  my mind  presently.

Mom was down on her knees, looking at the tattered and torn Mark; with both  
Masters now at her side. I could see their lips moving but I wasn't able to 
hear  a single  word.

"Well slave, you've had quite an educational morning." Alan said, breaking my 
 lack of respect for his presence. "Sir, yes Sir, quite the morning Sir, 
thank  you  Sir."

"I'm guessing that the kid will pay dearly for his actions, once he goes 
through  the court system down here. But, he deserves everything he's got coming 
to him.  I myself am learning that a slave needs certain discipline, but I 
would never do  such an evil deed to a slave. You understand that don't you  boy?"

"Sir, yes  Sir"

"You've seen how I treated our pool boy, and he only got disciplined when dad 
 felt it necessary. But, if I'm to have my own 'personal' slave, dad said 
that I  would have to take on the responsibility of the slaves discipline myself. 
Over  the years dad has put together quite the dungeon down in the basement. 
He has  even installed things like vacuum pumps and a milking machine, along 
with stocks  and a wooden table, a cross and all kinds of implements of 
instruction. I think  I'd make a good master, don't you  boy?"

"SSSIR, yes Sir." I stuttered my  answer.

"My slave will tend to every single one of my needs, bathing, pissing and 
wiping  my ass after I shit. The slave will avail every single orifice of his 
body for  my pleasure, amusement and sexual gratification. My slave will have to 
tend to  the pool and all of the flowers and shrubs surrounding it. My 
personal slave,  unlike the pool boy, will not be allowed to wear shorts or shoes. He 
will remain  naked for all to see his perfection and his imperfections. He 
will not be  expected to pleasure a female of the human race, as there are 
female slaves for  just that purpose.  

>From time to time, I'll be taking a vacation and the slave will always 
accompany  on such vacations, naked of course. I normally take my vacations aboard 
the  family yacht three times a year, a month at a time. I never take vacations 
with  my family; we only go on 'outings' together, at the most they are 
overnighters.  Family vacations are for the less fortunate people, but I don't 
fault them, not  at  all.

My slave will serve at every function that I hold. Most of my friends are gay 
 and the slave shouldn't feel insecure when around any of them. My friends 
never  bother a slave, unless they ask me first. I might even have a party once 
in  awhile with those who I'd like to have as friends, but they are worldly  
'straight'  people.

And since this school is designed to train slaves exclusively for sexual  
positions in the world, I'm sure I'll be able to get a well trained, decent  
looking slave from here, wouldn't you  think?"

"Sir, yes Sir," I answered, nearly choking on my words and fighting back  
emotions.

"One would suppose that in a week or so, the school will have a much broader  
selection from which one can choose a slave suited to his liking and  such?"

"Sir, yes  Sir."

"Wouldn't you think that a proper slave would like to spend his nights in a 
bed  rather than on a hard, straw covered floor? A slave that would not only be 
cared  for, but loved for who and what he  is?"
I  couldn't answer the question. My eyes had betrayed me, and I found myself 
using  my arm to wipe away beneath my nose ring. All I could do was to 
acknowledge  Alan's questions with a simple nod of my  head.

"You see over there, two slaves who have issues. One slave, the new boy, has  
been enslaved without the love and support of his own family. He cries out 
for  love and understanding. The other slave simply craves a life of torture and 
 abuse. He thrives on being a good slave, but if he doesn't feel pain during 
the  day, he feels like he has failed himself. I don't suppose he'll have 
trouble  here, getting a daily dose of pain. I think the Headmaster has enough 
evil in  him for at least thirty such slaves. And, I don't think the slave is 
capable of  understanding the true meaning of  love."

I was so ashamed of myself that my head hung down to my nipple line. How 
could I  allow my emotions to grip me like they have? I'm kneeling in front of a 
free man  and I can't even act like a proper slave. I'm useless, hopeless and 
fucking  stupid. I had already counted three mistakes I'd made, and lord knows 
how many  more I'm going to make before the weekend is over. The guilt was 
building up  fast and all I could think about was getting back to the barn and 
withdrawing  into my  stall.

"And one of the most important things I'm going to look for in selecting a 
slave  is his ability to express himself physically, emotionally and verbally. I 
need a  slave that is going to respect me as his master, yet one that will 
have the  capability to love me as well. I don't need another 'pool boy'.  "

Still silent, not moving a muscle, I couldn't even think clearly. Alan 
scooted  himself closer to the edge of his lounger and placed his arms around the 
back of  my shoulders; pulling me into him.

"Geez, slave, what on earth has gotten you so upset? Surely it isn't 
something  which I have  said."

Alan's grip became one of compassion as he cradled my head next to his chest. 
 "If you must cry, do so; as I won't think the lesser of you for doing such. 
Let  it out, whatever the tears are for; but know that I'm here for you 
anytime you  feel the need for  me."

I haven't a clue as to how long I cried, but long enough to soil Alan's shirt 
 which I thought, for sure would bring a severe  punishment.

"Now then slave, have you anything to say to  me?"

"Sir, this slave is sorry for acting and behaving like a sissy boy  Sir."

"Nonsense slave, you've not demeaned yourself in the least. Your action or  
rather your reactions to the spoken words of a free man are most commendable.  
What say you and I go over and ease ourselves into the shallow end of the  
pool?"

"Sir, yes Sir, thank you so much Sir." I replied honestly and even remembered 
to  kiss the man's shoes; since I'd forgotten to do that when I first noticed 
Alan  earlier.

Alan leaned over a bit, allowing me to remove his pullover shirt, and after  
standing I was able to finish disrobing him. His body gleamed in the mid day  
sun, so much so that I caught myself staring at him. His smooth, hairless 
chest,  his neatly trimmed armpits as well as his trimmed pubic area seemed to 
exude  authority mixed with simple  beauty.

After we had submerged our bodies in the warm water, Alan made his way over 
to  his mother; whispering something to her, which brought a smile to her face. 
Alan  returned to me and we both simply leaned against the side of the pool 
soaking  away the events of last night and this  morning.

During the time that Alan had been speaking with me, the housekeeper had 
busied  herself with bringing out food for everyone, including the slaves. From 
where I  was, it appeared that Mark had fallen asleep or was knocked out by 
whatever was  in the  syringe.

The boys scrambled out of the pool at the first mention of lunch. Master Doc  
made some sort of passing remark about the bottomless stomachs on the boys.  

When everyone else, being free men, were eating; Jordan picked up two bowls 
off  of the table and motioned for me to follow him. We ate alone, on the 
opposite  side of the pool. The food was great as it always is when the housekeeper 
makes  it. No sooner had I finished eating, and Jordan told me to follow him. 
I had a  look of bewilderment on my face, so Jordan had to repeat himself; 
plus add the  fact that we had permission to stand and  walk.

I followed Jordan as he exited the pool area and soon after we'd gotten out 
of  hearing range Jordan began to speak to  me.

"This is one of those 'free times' that seem to have eluded us for days and  
days. So feel free to speak about anything that you want to. I have much to 
tell  you  too."

"This is great Jordan, how'd you arrange for 'free time' in the middle of the 
 day! Anyway I'm glad that we got it. Man oh man, Alan sure has his shit  
together. He's talking about getting another slave to replace the one his dad  
sent over to mom's place. He wants to get one from here when one is available.  
Pretty cool? And did you see how mom reacted towards me. Hell, I'd have 
thought  that she would be pissed or something; but she ain't. It made me feel good 
to  have her clean my rings and stuff. I bet slaves don't get their mom's 
doing  stuff like that all the time.  And Mark, what the fuck was his brother  
thinking! Now the judge is going to send him right back here and Shaun is going  
to beat the living breathe right outta his ass. I saw you with Master Doc and  
you looked so happy and all, so I guess you and him had a good week together. 
 You can't imagine how weird it is to sleep on a bed of straw by yourself. 
Every  night, I waited for you to come but you never did, so I'm guessing your 
Master  kept you in His bed and fucked you every  night."

"Dang it all, slow down will ya!" Jordan said comically." Nothing but 
question  after question, so how on earth do you expect me to remember them all. Let 
me  start off by talking about Mark. I listened in while your mom and the 
Masters  were talking. Your mom, well, she wants to take Mark home with her once 
the  slaves body has healed. It won't fetch much money now that his skin is all 
 scarred and all, but your mom thought that since the boy didn't have his 
balls  that he could replace the other slave. He'd been tending the pool and 
doing the  shrub and flower thing just like your mom taught you how to do. I 
think, but I  ain't sure, the slave at your house now will be sorta like an 
exchange for Mark;  that way there won't be any money needing to be spent. You see, 
John Henry, by  the time the court gets through with Mark's brother, they are 
also going to take  Mark away legally from their family. So the parents won't 
have no kids to boss  around and work their farm. That's what I call  justice!

And tomorrow, according to my Master, we're getting four indentured males 
from  the county courts. I guess the judge already knows them guys are going to 
be  guilty and he's already made up his mind to send them here. So Shaun is 
really  going to have his hands full; which in some ways is good. At least he 
won't be  picking on you as much; which means that if you keep your nose clean 
you won't  be getting anymore beatings on your feet and back. Yeah, I heard all 
about it.  It wasn't so bad, was it?  

Now then, I gotta talk serious to you; so listen up. My Master talked to me 
over  the last few days, and he's wanting me to live in the main house with 
him. So I  guess I won't be sleeping up at the barn with you, unless Master 
decides that he  made a mistake.  It's going to be just you and Mark, not counting 
the new  guys. They are going to put you and Mark in the same stall, so that 
you can tend  to his cuts and bruises while Shaun is busy with the others. But 
I'll be seeing  you during the week and on weekends, if you're still  here."

"What do you mean, 'IF I'M STILL HERE!'  I  shouted.

"Well, that's what I want to talk to you about also. Now mind you, this is 
only  stuff that I heard this week and yesterday, so I can't say for  certain.

It sounds like your Master has arranged to transfer his temporary ownership 
over  to somebody else, BUT then you will be permanently enslaved and owned, 
till you  turn twenty one.
I thought perhaps it was your dad who was getting you  back but it ain't. 
Then I tried to find out if your ma was getting you but she  ain't. But, I knew 
you weren't going to Mark's place; as that would be a  disaster.  It ain't 
because your Master doesn't love you, because He does.  I guess he seen how much 
love is in you and he don't have all the time to be  with you to experience 
your love; so he's decided to allow you to have your  happiness, but that ain't 
the same thing as having your worldly life back. He  just wants what he thinks 
is in your best  interest."

"Holy shit Jordan, what about how we feel towards each other? Doesn't that 
count  for something? They gonna break us up just like that?" I was so mad that 
I  stormed off, heading for the woods.  

Jordan followed me, but not to close; as he wanted me to have a little time 
to  myself. He finally caught up to me, about the time I'd gotten to a nice 
clearing  surrounded by majestic trees. I sat on the ground and Jordan sat next 
to me; his  arm wrapped over my shoulder. It didn't take long before he kissed 
me. I jerked  backwards and refrained from returning his  affection.

"Chill boy, chill out. Both of the Masters have given their permission for us 
to  be together and I do mean 'together'; so chill, will ya."Jordan said 
through his  laughter.

We wrapped our arms around each other and had one of the most memorable 
kisses  that I'd ever had. Although my butt was aching from the corrective lessons 
from  yesterday, it didn't seem to matter much any more. My emotions had gone 
from  high, to low, and back to high throughout the day and I sometimes wonder 
if this  was a test; or was this just part off me growing up and not being 
able to get  things done my way.  

Jordan's hands roamed over just about every inch of my body, and mine his. 
Our  sexual excitement continued for quite some time. I even tasted Jordan's 
sperm  and got a healthy dose of his piss. As much as I felt the need to have 
Jordan  fuck me, I wasn't about to endanger either of us, skirting a severe 
punishment.  

We started back, me not wanting to return to the main house, and Jordan 
wanting  to see how Mark was doing. Jordan held tightly to my hand, as we walked 
slowly  towards my new world. We talked about small stuff and we both cracked a 
few  jokes along the way; but it didn't do me much good, as I could still hear 
the  words of my mother and those of Alan.  I was beginning to believe that I 
 was here on earth, enduring my last week of life. I couldn't possible go to 
some  stranger, but I knew that just wasn't my decision. I began thinking 
about what  Alan had said, combined that with what Jordan had told me and just 
about  concluded that I would be heading back to the 'Big Apple' some time soon. 
I  honest do love Alan. I love what he stands for, and I love him for standing 
up  to the bullies in school who constantly used to tease him about being 
gay. I  love him for being so open and honest with me; and I love him for the way 
he  treats me, not to mention the great sex. But I was exhausted and I didn't 
want  to THINK anymore  today!

Once back inside the pool enclosure, everybody seemed to be having a great 
time.  The boys were either in the pool or running around the perimeter of it 
playing  some sort of strange 'redneck' game. The adults and free men were all 
grouped  around the food table, apparently having a bit of dessert along with 
what looked  like a nice glass of wine. I'd take the dessert but you can have 
the wine, I  thought to  myself.

Mom noticed our entrance and came over to me, taking me aside. "Did you two 
have  a nice  chat?"

"Yes, we did ma'am." I  responded

"I never gave you much opportunity to say what was on your mind, so use the 
time  now to say whatever you feel the need to say,  son."

"Ma'am, well ma'am; I have much on my mind. First I'd like to thank you for  
coming all this way to see this slave. This slave has enjoyed the visit very  
much and hopes that other visits can be arranged. I'd also like to thank you 
for  the attention which you've given to the new slave  Mark."

"Well, son, he does need a considerable amount of attention. His brother 
acted  like a beast, which was uncalled  for."

"And mom, I'd like to thank you for tending to my body rings and bars; that 
was  most kind of you to help out like that. And I hope that you found my  
attentiveness towards Alan acceptable for a slave such as myself. I'm improving  
on the needed skills each and every day; honest mom, I'm working harder than  
ever to prove myself worthy to be called a  slave."

"Yes John Henry, I can see that; and you seem happy amongst all of these 
males  and the other slaves. You apparently need the guidance which your father 
and I  could never seem to give  you."

"And ma'am, I just want to say that I'm sorry if I've caused you any anguish  
over the years. I apologize for any transgressions for which I was at  fault."

"John Henry, there's no need to apologize. You grew up just like any other  
child. I just wished we as a family could have talked more as a family. Not 
that  things would have been any different, but at least we would have 
communicated  better and more. Your uncle tells me that you've been communicating quite 
well  since your arrival here, and I'm so proud of you for that. He tells me 
that  you've learned to communicate not only in word, but in other ways; which 
I  suppose is  commendable."

Ok, there I've said what I need to say to mom, now I feel a tad better; even  
though I know that she is still clueless. She is an okay mom, but since you 
grew  up a spoiled little girl, she really never got much opportunity to 
express  herself all that much. You know how it is, growing up around cooks, maids,  
housekeepers, butlers, chauffeurs; you never get an opportunity to express 
the  real you. Gee, does that sound familiar or  what!

I suppose I could worm myself into mom just a bit more, cry a lot and tell 
her  that I want to come home, etc, etc; but I'm not going to do that. I need to 
 prove to myself that I can work out my own problems. Besides, I have my own 
set  of goals to achieve, and the only way I can accomplish them is to do them 
 myself.  

But the main thing, here, is that mom knows how I feel now. She accepts me 
for  who and what I am now. Not that she is the brightest bulb in the pack, but 
at  least she has a small grasp of the situation.  I think the main thing was  
that I didn't mention anything about dad, which just might have triggered a  
confrontation. I may not like what dad did, the way he did it, the total  
humiliation he caused; but he's my dad and I still love  him.

"Well John Henry, you've given me quite a lot of your feelings and  
understandings. I'm thankful to you, for that. It seems that you've grown up so  much 
over the last four or five weeks, that at times I don't think you are the  same 
boy I raised. You know I will always love you regardless. It's nearing time  
for us to leave, and I haven't yet packed my bag, but I'll say my good-byes to 
 you before I  go."

Mom just turned around and headed towards the house, to pack her bag. You 
know,  maybe mom IS right. Maybe I have grown up a lot. Hell, I'm on my knees 
talking  to her and I could have used the situation to beg and plead with her to 
take me  home. Thankfully, I was weighing all the pros and con's before I 
spoke with  her.

Alan saw mom enter the house and I suppose he thought it was his turn. I 
watched  him, as he slowly and deliberately made his way over, standing tall, 
directly in  front of  me.

"Slave, I just want to take a minute to say that I truly enjoyed the weekend. 
 You have made the visit well worth  it."

Just as Alan was starting his next sentence, being the good slave that I am; 
I  leaned in and took hold of his zipper with my teeth. I think that I 
surprised  him with my  actions.
"I'm glad to see that you're whip marks and the few cuts are healing nicely 
and  I'm sure they won't be leaving any last scars. To bad about that other 
slave, as  I'm positive that he'll have a few marks to remind him of his beating. 
I just  want you to know that I'm proud and excited. You've shown me, just 
how much  you've learned, how much you've accepted your sexual orientation, how 
much you  desire to become a better  slave."

All I could think of at the moment was how good Alan's cock tasted, not to  
mention the scent of his manliness. I didn't care who was watching, but I HAD 
to  let Alan know just how much I love him. I loved the feeling of his hands 
holding  the back of my head as I bobbed up and down on his rigid  pole.

"This won't be the last visit, for sure. I'm positive that I'll be returning  
before you know it. I'm proud of the way in which you've grown into your  
responsibilities as a slave. With more training and discipline, any man would be  
crazy not to think that the slave wasn't the best slave in the world. You've  
done yourself proud. Now I must go and pack, but I'll be sure and say 
good-bye  before I  go."

Alan shoved my mouth down the entire length of his cock and exploded in  
gargantuan proportion. I do indeed love this man. I love everything about him. I  
didn't want to think; how things might have been had I recognized my true self 
 years  ago.

He tucked his cock back behind those cute undies he wears and zipped up. He  
leaned down, raised my head and gave me a wonderful kiss. I'm one hundred  
percent sure that everyone saw me sucking Alan's cock and they had to witness  
the passionate kiss as well. I'm sure that Master was pleased, that I responded  
like a good slave. I kissed his feet, just before he moved  away.

I turned to watch Alan walk into the house. His departure was going to be  
nothing shy of total heart break. I just knew that I was honestly going to miss  
him. I wished he could have stayed here longer, thus, allowing me to better  
understand him. Right about now, all I could think of was that, life just 
isn't  fair, not at  all.

The boys pulled on their shirts and shorts, as Alan's mom went inside. Master 
 Doc was instructing them about something; which I soon discovered was how to 
 pick Mark up and to take him downstairs to the studio bed. Master Doc, Shaun 
and  Jordan followed the boys as they made an easy job of carrying the still  
unconscious Mark  downstairs.

I had expected, foolishly, for Master to come over; or at least beckon my  
presence. All that was going on now was the butler and housekeeper doing their  
normal tidying up and straightening of the lounge chairs. The concrete and 
stone  pool deck was beginning to play havoc on my knees, but somehow I forced 
myself  to endure the  discomfort.
As the boys began to filter back outside, the familiar sounds of the 'family' 
 vehicles could be heard coming closer and closer. Such impeccable timing.   
Master called each of them over, the same as last week, and handed each of 
them  their own envelope. Giving Master a hug and peck on His cheek they 
scampered out  the gate; only now, more anxious than ever for next weekend to  arrive.

Shaun came out with Jordan, and it didn't take but a minute before he was  
telling Jordan to take the cart back up to the barn, clean the cart and the  
carriage whip; all to be completed before the supper hour. Shaun and my Master  
conversed for sometime afterwards; with each of them intently watching me 
simply  kneel; waiting for me to screw up or something, was all I could  imagine.

Mom, Alan and Alan's mom came outside, all cleaned up and nicely clothed. 
Funny,  isn't it; that when you haven't wore clothes for so long, that seeing 
others  dressed in worldly fashion doesn't have much of an effect on you. Well, 
that is  except if you were to see Alan, in the multitude of ways in which I 
saw him. The  butler went quickly to take their small suitcases, thus freeing 
them up for  their  goodbyes.

Whoever said that "parting is such sorrow", wasn't kidding. Except for Alan's 
 mother, it was hard for me to say goodbye to mom and Alan. Alan was the last 
of  the trio to say bye and it was hard for me as it was for him. At least I 
got  another big hug and wet kiss from him before they all piled into the 
black SUV  and began their journey  'home'.

Soon thereafter, Shaun left; heading for the barn, most likely to check on  
Jordan's work or worse. The housekeeper and her sidekick butler both went back  
inside the house; leaving just Master and me at the  pool.

Master began moving towards me and instinctively I turned around and dropped 
my  hands to the ground; raising my butt. My eyes flicked, as I watched His 
feet get  closer and closer until He was standing directly behind me.  

Master told me to turn and kneel, which I did quickly. I was eyeball to 
zipper  and I was almost about to slide His zipper down; when He took hold of my 
head  and raised it so that I was looking Him in the  face.

"There will be plenty of time for that later slave. I just want you to know 
how  proud I was of you today. Your manners and obedience to the worldly people 
was  nearly without a flaw. I can only assume that the slave had a nice day, 
being  with old friends and the female who carried his soul for nine  months.

Now, since I've deliberately been absent from your week, we shall spend the  
remainder of the day together. So come, let's avail ourselves of the  pool."

Before I could say my thanks, Master had twisted me around, pushed me forward 
 and carefully removed the butt  plug.

I followed Master into the pool; where for whatever reason, He scooped me up 
and  gave me a big hug and kiss. My feet weren't even touching the bottom of 
the pool  as we continued to kiss, like two sex starved teenage  lovers.

Master began to bounce me up and down, which sent waves of water up my open  
tunnel. The feeling and experience was exhilarating, to say the least. From  
being in a bear hug, to being picked up and sat down on the edge of the pool,  
legs and feet dangling in the  water.

One of Master's hands began to work its way towards my tunnel, while the 
other  hand was softly holding my thing, I placed my hands slightly behind myself 
for a  little bit of security and balance as I didn't want to fall backwards. 
Before I  knew it, Master had three fingers inside of me and His tongue was 
flicking the  tip of my cock. The combination of the two, sent bolts of passion 
throughout  every part of my body.  His fingers were working their magic, as 
they'd  found my 'hard spot', and Master's tongue was invading the piss slit. 
Even  though I knew Master loved me so, I'd never seen Him in such a passionate 
mood.  But when two people love each other, there doesn't have to be a 
continuous flow  of sex just to maintain the relationship, does it.  Master's free 
hand was  now twinking each and every one of my genital piercings; which 
further indicated  that they were pleasing to Him. His every move seemed to have 
been well thought  out in advance; or perhaps it was simply from the years of 
experience Master  had. Someday, some year, I too might be able to develop my 
senses and skills in  the same  manner.

The withdrawal of Master's fingers and the absence of His tongue on my thing  
signaled an end to the frenzy of passion. I soon found myself back in the 
water;  my balls and thing struggling against the need to spew forth another  
emission.

"Now slave," Master whispered in my ear; "I feel it is time for us to have 
our  very own, 'free time'. I want you to tell me anything and everything that 
is  currently on your mind and everything, including your feelings from the 
past two  weeks or even the past four or five weeks. You need not fear a 
disciplinary  session when it is just the two of us involved in a 'free time' 
exercise. This  is the only way, or should I say one of the ways in which not only do 
YOU learn,  but I too can learn from it as  well."

The expression on my face must have been one of sheer terror, as Master had 
to  reassure me that what was said wasn't going to equate in to a punishment; 
nor  would our conversation go beyond just the two of  us.

So, I began by thanking Master for his kindness. The water seemed to relax me 
 some; which made me feel my at ease with this 'free time'.  I felt  
confident that if I started from the beginning; the day that I went aboard ship,  that 
when it came time to express my inner most personal feelings and thoughts,  
Master would accept them more  readily.

I hadn't realized that I had taken up most of the time, by being the one who 
was  doing most of the talking. I hadn't even noticed that the sun was fading 
on the  other side of the house, until the kitchen door opened up and the 
butler came  out.  

Our conversation stopped while the butler went around and lit the poolside  
lanterns which, added to the atmosphere, the kindred warmth of the  moment.

"If you have more to talk about, perhaps we should continue the 'free time'  
later. It seems we've exhausted what is left of the afternoon and it must be  
nearing the dinner hour already," Master said in a hushed  voice.

"Yes, Master, this slave was nearing the end of his thoughts but such 
thoughts  are important for Master to hear. Later would be nice, if Master would be 
so  kind as to continue later,  Master."

"Excellent" Master said with a smile, "I've enjoyed every minute of our chat 
and  it would be negligent on my part not to allow the slave to finish his  
thoughts."

I was almost feeling as if a mountain had been lifted from my body, as Master 
 then informed me that he would inform Master Doc, that Jordan and me would 
be  allowed 'free time' until AFTER supper.  YIKES, how nice is  that?!

The rest of the afternoon and early part of the evening was sheer bliss. I 
knew  that this sort of activity wasn't going to be allowed every weekend. It 
must  have been some sort of special occasion or something which I wasn't aware  
of.

The butler came out with a tray of cold drinks, and a pretty plate of healthy 
 snacks. Master Doc and Jordan emerged from the house shortly thereafter and 
the  two of them were quick to join us in the pool. They were informed of the 
slaves  'free time' which allowed Jordan and me to horse around like two 
little school  kids.  

Both of the Masters watched intently as their two slaves frolicked in water;  
seeming content that we had earned such a play time. Moments later, Shaun 
came  in and took a seat by the table which had the drinks and snacks. Master 
climbed  out and spoke to him about the current activities to which Shaun 
apparently  agreed with. In like fashion, Shaun was eager to slip out of his clothes 
and  join everyone in the pool. He was more intent on being able to swim laps 
at the  moment than to do anything else. I couldn't believe, in my wildest 
imagination  that Shaun had EVER had a polite  side.

Shaun had to come up to me and Jordan, telling us it was time to climb from 
the  pool and enjoy the cold drinks while they were still cold. Jordan and I 
looked  around for our bowls but none were found. We had to, as a slave should, 
take our  sodas to the other side of the pool and drink them straight from the 
can. Now  that sure seemed weird; to drink a soda right from the  can.

Jordan and I talked a lot about Mark, as Jordan had spent most of his 
afternoon  with him, and I brought up the subject of Shaun and how he seemed 
different now.  Jordan assured me that Shaun was just 'following orders to be nice'; 
and that  after the customary weekend get together Shaun would be back to his 
'normal'  self.

Dinner arrived and the two of us had every intention of eating by ourselves; 
but  were surprised to be told that we could sit on the pool deck by our 
Masters and  eat. Hell, we even had plates, but no forks or nothing. I guess you'd 
call it  'finger food' for supper; as it consisted of BBQ ribs, corn on the 
cob, homemade  rolls, and salad. The salad was a bit messy but what more could 
one ask for. At  least everything we ate was healthy and from what we were 
told, it had all be  raised or grown by some of the families of the five  
teenagers.

I found it amazing how much one learns while sitting in silence. Tomorrow,  
Monday, Master had to go into town for the court appearance of Mark's brother  
and Master knew that the confrontation with the family wasn't going to go very 
 well either. Shaun had even brought up the possibility that if Mark's father 
 raised a ruckus right there in the court room, in front of the judge, that 
he  too might find himself in a heap of trouble; and I wondered if Shaun really 
 meant a 'heap of  straw'.

Master Doc was going to have a full day at the clinic, as is usual for a 
Monday  but he'd try to leave early if at all possible. That meant that Shaun 
would be  in complete control over all of the slaves, us and the new arrivals. 
Hope beyond  hope that Master wouldn't be stuck in the court house all day; was 
all I could  think  of.

Shaun excused himself for the night, as he expected to be quite busy tomorrow 
 and wanted to get a good night's sleep.  I had expected to be sent to the  
barn, but was surprised to learn that I'd once again be sleeping in the main  
house.  

All four of us went downstairs to check on Mark, but the 'free time' had 
expired  and Jordan and I crawled the entire way, like the good slaves that we 
are.  

The housekeeper was there tending the boys skin, as Mark was awake and had 
just  finished eating a good meal. She brought Master up to speed on Mark's 
treatments  and left  thereafter.

After both Masters had inspected Mark, Jordan and I were allowed to see him  
also. He was laying on his side, with only one ankle restraint in use; locked 
to  the bed frame. I saw his back up close and it made my stomach churn; but 
knew  that in time all would be all good once again. I listened as Master 
explains to  me how I was to clean and cover the skin, to prevent infections and 
promote  rapid healing. I was the first of, and actually the only one to give 
Mark a  rather gentle peck on his forehead before leaving. I'm thinking that it 
may just  allow Mark the comfort to know that at least one person around here 
has his best  interest at  heart.

Jordan and Master Doc went up the front stairs as we went up the back 
staircase.  I knew that we were going into Master's private bedroom, the one so large 
and  opulent that it would be the envy of the high and mighty rich folks back 
 home.

Our bathing routine was identical to last weeks, which was still one of the  
highlights of being alone with Master. During the early part of the evening,  
Master and I just seemed to want to snuggle against one an other; which in  
itself was wonderful.  

Master finally decided that I needed to be fucked, although I had had a lot 
of  sex already in just one day; but I wasn't about to say no. Master's 
motions,  words, and his soft touch against my body was all that was needed for me to 
 explode all over my stomach and chest. How much more can I possibly describe 
my  feelings towards my Master? He's simply the greatest grown man that I  
know.

And true to His word he allowed me time to finish up speaking about my 
personal  feelings. I'm pretty sure that Master was impressed with the way in which 
I had  carefully worded every sentence. I was hoping that I didn't leave 
anything out  and that I was able to convey every miniscule thought, feeling and  
emotion.

We both slept like babies, but this time Master allowed me to sleep in His 
bed;  and not chained on the floor. Neither did we sleep in. Master actually had 
to  nudge me awake. A quick trip to the bathroom and Master was dressed and 
heading  down stairs, leaving me to do my own enema and shower. I must admit, 
that I took  some liberties in the bathroom. I used up all the hot water while 
showering, as  I didn't know when a shower like this would present itself  
again.

Jordan and I arrived in the kitchen about the same time, and I was pleased to 
 see my bowl had been set down on the floor. We ate in silence, knowing that 
the  day was going to be a long one, leaving us much to think  about.

By the time we'd gotten to the barn, Shaun was already preparing for his 
first  batch of new arrivals. He seemed in high spirits. He allowed us to stand, 
while  helping him set things up. I'm guessing that he had enough experience to 
 understand the immediate needs of the newly indentured.  

We had hung four sets of chains, gotten out four sets of manacles with their 
own  chains, four nasty looking mouth gags and two pair of scissors. Shaun had 
taken  the time to strop his straight razor to a fine honed edge.  

Then Shaun had us prepare the shower area, enabling two enemas to be done at 
the  same time. After that we hastily dragged more chains into the stalls 
along with  a galvanized bucket for each one as  well.

Jordan and I worked well together; so well that I think Shaun was running out 
of  things for us to do. I did, however, locate the cot that Alan had used 
and  carried it into my stall, knowing that Mark would perhaps be transferred to 
the  barn if his cuts were healing  properly.

We didn't have to long to dilly-dally around; as the prisoner transport van 
came  rumbling down the dirt lane.  What a mess these guys were. I didn't even  
want to know what they'd done to get arrested for in the first place. They 
all  looked like they'd just crawled out from under a rock. Nasty clothes, 
smelly,  unshaven, yellow teeth; just to name a few. Their only saving grace; that 
once  they got properly outfitted, I'm thinking that they would look a hundred 
percent  better.

The two guards that accompanied the prisoners, now indentured slaves, helped  
Shaun to get their ankle cuffs and chains put on.  As the two guards stood  
idly by, Shaun gave the slaves 'his' welcome speech. I think he impressed all 
of  them, especially when he came to the part about not having handcuffs on. To 
 emphasize his point, Shaun quickly produced his slave prod and nailed the 
slave  closest to him. The slave fell to the ground, rolling around as if he was 
doing  the 'stop and drop' fire extinguishment  method.

The two guards were given the honor of installing the mouth gags. I'm pretty  
sure the guards said something to Shaun about this being their first time at 
a  slave training center; which if you'd ask me, only heightened Shaun's ego 
that  much more. What was nice of Shaun was the fact that he invited the guards 
to  stay for a while, if they wanted and had the time. Needless to say, they 
wanted  to  stay.

Jordan and I were ordered to remove the slaves boots, socks and the rest of  
their clothing. I had to actually breathe through my mouth, as their feet 
stunk  so badly. With the help of the scissors they were all naked as a Jay Bird 
in no  time at  all.

I'd never seen such filthy bodies in all my short life, not to mention so 
much  body hair; which some of it was even matted down like it was stuck on with 
glue.  It was simply the awfullest sight I'd ever seen. I briefly thought that 
my  morning meal would come up. Jordan quickly picked up all of the old 
clothes,  boots too, and ran them outside; dumping them into a heap on the ground.  

The men were quickly ushered into the shower area, two at a time. After the  
first two were clean, Shaun took them over to his 'prep area' which he'd set 
up  for just such occasions; while the two guards stood watch over the last two 
 slaves. All four slaves were summarily attached to the chains over their 
heads  and their feet were placed in spreader bars.  
Just the  look on Shaun's face told Jordan and I that he was in his glory. He 
denuded the  four men of all of their worldly body hair in under an hour. Now 
the slaves were  starting to look like slaves.  

Back into the shower area they all went; and two by two they all got their  
insides cleaned out. Shaun felt the need to perform the enemas by himself as if 
 to exude his authority of these slaves. I'm sure that the two guards hadn't 
seen  anything like that, ever. Shaun was courteous enough to have a co
ntinuous flow  of water going, keeping the waste products from accumulating; thus 
keeping the  odor to a bare  minimum.

After all of them had been hosed out, Jordan and myself had to scrub each one 
of  them, with the bristle brushes; needless to say we sure did redden their 
skin.  For some reason I had no sympathy for any of these  men.

I had no idea that the state had rigid requirements for any and all slaves 
which  went through the courts. The entire day was filled with things that I 
thought  only a select few slaves had to go  through.

Two of the guards, before leaving, left a large wooden crate with Shaun which 
I  knew, by the wording on the outside, was for the four new slaves. No 
sooner had  the guards left, and Shaun got into  overdrive.

His voice got louder and considerably more vicious. For no apparent reason he 
 amused himself by prodding all of the slaves. It didn't seem to bother me as 
 much as I'd thought it would have; perhaps just because I'd been in the 
'system'  now or could it be that I was just thankful that the prod wasn't making 
contact  with my own  skin.

One by one, the slaves were violated with each of them receiving their own, 
very  first butt plug. Watching that process made my own cheeks squeeze 
together; as I  vividly remembered the first time that was done to me. OH  WELL!

Then the group was herded back into Shaun's workspace and they began learning 
 all of the proper positions that a good slave must maintain. It was almost 
an  identical replay of the very first video I' seen at dad's school. And to 
top it  all off, Jordan had a rigid cock and mine was straining to become rock 
solid as  well.

Can you just imagine what it looks like seeing four new slaves, chained 
naked,  hairless and oh so vulnerable. Both Jordan and myself smiled to one another 
at  the sight spread out before us. A couple of the new slaves even looked 
good  enough to warrant a second, third and forth glance from  me.

I could not even begin to think how much financial gain Master and Master Doc 
 were going to amass from being the state's first slave 'maintenance and  
training' facility. I only knew that it was going to be sizeable. Arkansas  
before now, had to ship it's indentured humans out of state but now it seems as  if 
Master has paved the way for the state to save money, while He makes  money.

OH! Did I fail to mention that the induction process, required by law, had to 
be  filmed. Wouldn't you know it; the camera man was in a state of constant 
arousal.  Just by being silent, listening to Shaun and the camera man talk back 
and forth;  one sure can learn a lot more than expected.  

Now I suppose you want to know what I learned. Well, first off, one of the  
requirements was that a copy of each slave's induction was to be sent to the  
courts. Another copy of the induction was to be kept, permanently, at the place 
 of induction and lastly; a copy of said induction was to be forwarded to 
each  next of kin, of the aforementioned inductee.  

The initial thoughts coursing through my head were mostly answered just by  
listening; as I'm sure Jordan was doing the same, just because that's the way  
he'd been ever since I'd met  him.

Do you remember all of the trees and such that the workers were clearing? 
Well  those locations are going to be where additional housing of slaves will  
occur.  I can just see it now; a different slave each day, bound to the  water 
wagon, getting all the attention he  needs.

And one of the bigger questions in my young brain was just who the heck is 
going  to be doing the training along with Shaun. Well, not to my surprise, I 
learned  that the two oldest porno boys would begin working here just as soon as 
the  ratio of slave to teacher was surpassed. Hum… I guess that the new 
teachers will  finish their redneck education the good old fashion American way; 
Home  Schooled.

The only job that Jordan and I had to do for the longest time was to make 
sure  that we kept putting a pail under each of the slave's cocks so that if they 
had  to piss, it wouldn't go onto the beautiful hardwood floor below. I even 
managed  to cop a feel of each of their things; which surprisingly enough, 
when I grasp  their thing they all tried in vain to back away. They'd learn soon 
enough not to  be doing  that.

I pretty sure that Shaun was in the best mood ever. He decidedly blurted out 
to  his entire audience what procedures the court had directed the school to 
take on  their first  day.

Three of the four were going to get their foreskin removed; as the forth one 
was  apparently clipped right after he was born. All four were going to have 
iron,  not steel, collars and cuffs put in place. And, it is a state mandate 
that each  and every slave; regardless of sex (male or female) have a snout ring 
installed.  

Damn, this was going to be the highlight of my life; watching all this crap 
take  place. Does it bring back unpleasant memories? Sure it does. Do I feel 
sad or  repulsed by what these men have to go through? Hell  no!

The new  slaves seemed to be getting tired, just hanging by their wrists; as 
the noon  meal hour approached. Shaun told them that they weren't getting fed 
until the  evening meal in order to reduce the chance of nausea during ringing 
and their  extensive examination by "THE DOCTOR".  

I wasn't surprised either that both the housekeeper and the butler came up 
with  the noon meal. How could the housekeeper keep herself away? I'd have 
thought  she'd been here long before now. I was actually beginning to take a shine 
to  her, as she was now the keeper of my meals.  

The two free men ate a scrumptious looking lunch, while me and Jordan ate 
ours  from a bowl right in front of the four newbies. However, I knew that the 
only  food these new guys were going to get was nothing more than the prescribed 
slave  chow. At least Jordan and I got leftovers from the day before.  

Shaun told us to leave, with the butler and housekeeper, so that the two of 
us  could bring Mark up to the slave barn.  I'm positive that as we turned away 
 from the four slaves, they all got a good look at the size of my butt plug; 
not  that I wanted to strike a cord of fear into them or anything like that.  

We walked (waddled) behind the two and seemed to smile and nearly giggle 
almost  the entire way back to the house. Mark was anxious to get off the bed and 
we  quickly undid his ankle chain and helped him to his feet. The first minute 
or so  Mark seemed quite 'lightheaded', so we both made sure that we had a 
good hold on  him before we started up the stairs and back to the  barn.

"We got company!" I said  aloud.

"Heck no," replied Jordan, "That's just your Master's  vehicle.

"How the heck do you know that?" I said with an inquisitive tone to my  voice.

"God you really are dumb, aren't you!" Jordan jumped in. "What all do you 
think  I was doing last week? Do you think I was having sex and getting my butt 
whipped  all the fucking time? Hell no, not only did I tend the pool, weed the 
gardens  and tend to the shrubs, but I had to keep both of our Masters 
vehicles clean  every damn day; whether they used them or not.  "

Now I felt like a dumb ass. I quickly made amends with Jordan; who laughed it 
 off as if it were nothing at all. Thank goodness for  that.

Nearing the barn, another vehicle can down the lane, slowly and not making 
much  of a dust cloud. Without asking, Jordan told me that the vehicle belonged 
to  Master  Doc.

By the time the three of us arrived at the slave barn, one of the slaves was  
already on the table getting his circumcision, and nose ring.  

Master was glad to see us, and even helped us get Mark into our stall and 
onto  the cot. Against all rules, Mark came right out and asked my Master, "Is it 
okay  if I just sit here, or do I have to lay  down."

Now if I talked that way, I would most assuredly set myself up for a 
whooping.  But Master seemed genuinely to care and allowed Mark to sit on his cot; not 
that  he could see much from there unless it passed right in front of our 
open entry  way.

The now familiar screams from gagged mouths became more and more apparent as 
the  four men suffered through some of their processing. "Damn, I almost 
forgot  something," Master said in a rather serious voice. "You two slaves go out 
there  and bring in the package from the trunk of my  car."

Thankfully, Jordan already knew where the little button was under the 
dashboard  and the trunk popped open. PACKAGE, MY  ASS!!!

There hogtied in the trunk was Mark's brother. He had a wide piece of tape 
over  his mouth; which helped to hold a rag in place. This was going to get even 
 better as the day wore  on.

Jordan and I made damn sure that we came to a momentary stop in front of my  
stall, just to make sure that Mark got a good look at the 'package' we were  
carrying like a sack of cement. Mark sat straight up, amidst the soreness in 
his  back and smiled from ear to  ear.

Doing as ordered, we deposited the kid on the floor, next to the  showers.

The arrival of the kid left the three adult free men talking up a storm. Not  
only did the kid get indentured, he got enslaved for life; just for being a  
shithead.
And, as we listened, ever so intently, we learned that the boys'  father had 
been charged with "contributing to the delinquency of a minor,  involving an 
indentured male." Said charge, if found guilty would result in a  minimum 
sentence of ten years hard labor at a place called The Morris School for  Slaves. 
Shaun broke out into a fit of laughter that I felt sure he was going to  piss  
himself.

At least the man wasn't going to be placed anywhere near the two teens that 
he  once called 'sons'. And then Master was overheard saying something about 
'from  now on, Mondays will be the day that the court has set aside as 
indenturement  day'.
Thank God for that; as I think every one of the Masters, Shaun and the four 
new  slaves will have more than enough to keep them on the go for the next 
seven  days. I, basically, had already been assigned my task; taking care of Mark 
until  he healed up some. In some ways I was thankful for the chance to tend 
to Mark's  needs, and a few of his desires during the  week.

I was disheartened just a bit when Master went into the stall and put a chain 
to  Mark's ankle restraint, but I knew that such was a constant requirement 
when a  slave is not assigned a specific task. Master even stood in front of 
Mark, and  coached the slave on how to use his mouth and teeth to slide a zipper 
down;  after which Master emptied his own bladder into the waiting mouth. I 
had to  scoop up the urine soaked straw that fell prey to the overflow; as Mark 
still  had much to  learn.

For the next four days, I tended to Mark. Jordan assisted Shaun after he'd 
done  his pool/garden chores. For four days, Mark received a less than normal 
routine  of slave training from the Masters and Shaun. I'd overheard that come 
the  weekend that he'd be getting a few more rings and things but I never once 
said  anything to him about it.  

When we were together, Jordan and I fed the slaves, bathed them, and we were  
even allowed to chain them all up and take them for a nice walk; allowing the 
 droves of construction workers to get a good view of them; knowing full well 
 that starting next week the slaves would be hauling  water.

I never really saw to much of Mark's brother, except for the occasional 
passing  coming or going to the showers. He didn't look the same as he once did; 
nor did  he act the way he once acted. I never noticed him lifting his head, but 
that  might just be due to the biggest iron collar known to man, around his 
neck. I  couldn't figure out, at first, why the kid had a huge round ball of 
steel  dangling from his balls but then I remembered my first acquaintance with 
my own  sac stretcher. The oddest thing that Mark displayed was his butt plug. 
It was  not only a sizable plug, but it also had the longest and prettiest 
tail, made  from horse hairs. I can still see the expression on the kids face; 
when once in  the shower room, Shaun said something to him about being a 
'bitch'. The only  true bitch that I know of is a female  dog.

Master always found time for he and I to have a good, lengthy training 
session  down in the studio. Jordan got to sleep every night in the main house, but 
I was  glad to be of help to Mark each night.  

By that Friday, the four slaves had learned a lot, and were now able to go 
most  all day without their mouths being gagged. They crawled around all day, if 
they  weren't out for their daily walk. They even cleaned the stalls and the 
main  corridor of the barn every day; when they weren't in some sort of 
training with  Shaun. Each and every one of them had welts, black and blue marks and 
a few  miscellaneous cuts indicating that their training was going pretty 
darn  good.
Come  Friday afternoon, the five teens arrived and were overjoyed with the 
new slaves.  I wonder what the new slaves thought, when these teenagers began 
'manhandling'  them. I think that the youngest slave was around twenty years 
old; so I'm sure  they all felt a bit embarrassed. OH  WELL!

Friday night seemed to be the best of the week, when Jordan and I had an  
extended 'free time'; which apparently we had 'earned through diligence'. We  
strolled up to the edge of the tree line, kissing and tit nibbling for the  
longest time. Not once did we discuss ourselves or each other, although at times  I 
wanted  to.

Saturday morning, Mark was well enough to join us as we walked the slaves. We 
 conversed about Mark's brother most of the time; letting Mark know just what 
we  knew about the kid. I knew, deep down, that Mark still loved his brother 
and  yearned to see him. However, if I had had half a brain, I would have told 
Mark  to be prepared to see him in a whole different way; if he dare  to.

The further along the morning got; I began the dreadful ordeal of allowing my 
 brain to begin to process the entire week. Now that was exhausting!  I was  
kind of expecting to hear word of or from mom or Alan. I knew that each of 
them  had mentioned that they'd, 'see me soon'. I knew how I felt about all of 
them,  including Jordan. I shouldn't have begun thinking, as each minute drove 
me into  depression more and more. I listened all day long for the sounds of a 
vehicle to  arrive; but that was not to be.  I wanted to see Alan so bad, I 
could  almost taste it. I had so much I need, wanted and desired to say to him. 
My  stomach was in  knots.

As the afternoon wore on, the four slaves were chained down for the rest of 
the  day and night. Shaun had told us to get our 'faggot asses down to the 
pool' and  off we  went.

Once again the pool was made available to the five teens, and they did 
exactly  that. The housekeeper and butler were doing the same routine as before; 
except  this time we were having a BBQ.  

Jordan and Mark went and sat at pool's edge, kicking their feet in the 
pristine  water.  

Master came over to me, and sat down. I was humbled that He felt the need to 
be  near me, this time of day, and on a Saturday at that.  

"You have had an exceptionally busy week slave, and you've proven to me that 
you  continue striving to be the best." Master said, with a saddened tone in 
His  voice; which really caught my attention. "I have considered all which you 
and I  have spoken of during your 'free time'. I have also done a great deal 
of soul  searching; trying to decide that which is best for you. I know how 
much you  adore Jordan and how much you care about your friend Alan. Now, don't 
take this  the wrong way, BUT, my only concern is that you are made to feel 
wanted, needed  and desired. Jordan loves you more than anything else in the 
world. Alan loves  you as do the housekeeper and the butler. You were brought here 
under some very  strange and deliberate circumstances; which you had no 
choice in. But now, I, as  your Master; am going to give you one opportunity to 
make a choice for  yourself."

Masters voice became soft and subdued, as He raised my face to match his 
eyes.  "There is much to tell you, if I'd desired to, but some things just aren't 
meant  for a slave to hear, know or understand. I can say, without 
reservation, that  your mother is content with her own situations, as is your father 
happy with his  life. Now, I want you to tell me what you want. Tell me if you 
want to go live  with your mother and be a slave at home. Tell me if you want to 
be Alan's slave;  as I'm positive he's outlined what he desires, needs and 
wants; or would you  rather be returned to your father, until your twenty first  
birthday.

Master sure does have a way with words. Yikes, maybe I told him to much, or  
maybe I failed to tell him enough. Or maybe, this was nothing more than a 
test,  a joke or something else.  No matter what it was, I was taking it very,  
very  serious.

I took a lot of time; not necessarily to think of an answer; but HOW to 
answer  the question. I didn't want to disappoint Master by saying something that 
would  upset him, BUT the options given weren't exactly what I had in  mind.

"Master," I had started, "If it pleases my Master, this slave has given 
thought  to Master's spoken words and have come to a decision. Master this slave 
has  pondered the options given, but, this slave cares not for any of them 
Master.  This slave, Master, desires more than anything in the world to stay here 
as  Master's  slave."

I thought for sure that I'd said something that offended my Master. He 
abruptly  stood up, like the towering pillar of strength that He is, and scooped me 
up  into his arms. The last thing I saw before my head came to rest on His 
shoulder  was the two tiny tears forming in his  eyes.

THE END!!!


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