Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2005 08:52:57 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away  Chapter 1

Note to Reader: This story is about slavery. Its main characters are adults
(18+), engaged in consensual and non-consensual activity. This story
contains, but not limited to, sm, bd, torture,and body modifications just
to mention a few. The story has been broken down into thirty chapters. Your
comments are, as always, welcomed.


This story is C  Copyright 2005, by TM. All World Wide Rights Reserved.
This story may not be  sold or made part of any collection without prior
written
permission.



Sail Away Chapter  One

My high school years were the greatest. I had decent grades in  all of my
classes, had lots of friends; of which a handful were some of my  closest. I
never encountered a problem when it came to girls; in fact I probably  had too
many girlfriends throughout those fabulous four years of  school.

I didn't have to get an after school or summer job; as my  parents were well
off and to put it bluntly... I was spoiled..

For as  far back as I can remember, my mother always seemed to be the one to
turn to  whenever I wanted something. All of my needs were automatically taken
care of,  but it was my 'wants' that perhaps did me in.

A lot of the time, it  was my 'wants' that caused my parents to get in to
squabbles and heated  discussions. My dad was the disciplinarian of the family
and in my younger  years, it wasn't unheard of if he'd taken a belt to my ass;
but once I started  going through those difficult puberty years the whippings
came to a  stop.

My father worked his way up the 'corporate ladder' from the  ground up. But,
truth be told, he knew from the beginning that he would one day  run the ocean
going shipping company, which had been started by his father and
grandfather. It was always his intention, that his only son would one day run  the
company; keeping it forever in the family.

I never gave it much  thought while I went to school. Hell, now that I've
graduated, I still don't  think much of the idea. I should have gone away to
college, but with all the  perks of living at home, I dismissed it as if it were
the least of my worries;  but my father didn't see it the same way I did.

Countless arguments  ensued between my parents for the following year, after
my graduation. Dad  taking the point of view, that I either went to college or
moved out of the  house; while my mother seemed to enjoy having me around the
house.

Free room and board, a great car and plenty of spending money  would keep
anybody living at home; well... at least it was my plan. I just figured  that I
would have plenty of time to learn all I needed to about the shipping  industry...
after I had my fill of freedom and loose women.

I was  looking forward to my nineteenth birthday, as it had always been the
one day of  the year where I could have all of my friends over for a wicked
cool pool party;  not to mention some classy gifts. This year my birthday was on
a Friday, so my  mother set everything in motion for my party to be an evening
party; with one of  the kitchen ladies doing an outdoor cookout for me and
all my friends.

Friday shows up, and I'm getting anxious having to hang around the  house all
day; trying to 'make believe' I'm having a good time helping out with  all of
the preparations and stuff. YUK!

The only drawback to having  the party at my house was that it was going to
be difficult for anyone to sneak  beer or booze in; as my father was never far
away, keeping a keen eye on  everything that was going on. Perhaps after the
party, I and some of the guys  would find a way to quench our thirst in a more
fitting manner.

The  party was going great. The girls were in some awesome looking, skimpy
swimsuits;  showing the guys what they were missing. I began to feel a little
out of my own  element when I started paying attention to my male friends. It
seems that some  of them had taken up going to a gym and their bodies looked a
hundred times  better than mine. I'm not fat, but I sure don't have the six
pack abs and  bulging biceps like they do. I guess I'm just your average sort of
teen with  normal dimensions. Well, I will admit that I have a decent sized
cock and low  hanging nuts; but then some of my friends do also. Some of my
friends were  jumping in and out of the pool, when I noticed that they were
wearing 'speedo'  like swimsuits; really showing off their buff bods. Not being gay,
which I  always assumed that all gays wore speedo swimsuits, I began to
wonder if they  were gay. I quickly dismissed that thought as soon as I saw some of
the girls  start to hang all over their bodies.

It didn't take long before  the 'rough housing' started in the pool and
that's when those 'gay' thoughts  came back into my brain. Over and over again, I
felt hands grabbing at my ass  and even my cock and balls. In return, I too,
started grabbing nuts and cock,  which seemed to be a normal thing this year in
the pool. An occasional hand even  found its way to my cock, and the phantom
hand slowly rubbed it, causing my dick  to swell to unimaginable proportions
under my swimsuit. Each time I would turn  around to see whose hand was rubbing
my cock, the hand was gone and there was  just no way of telling who the
perpetrator was.

The party ended up  being a great success, but without the chance to smuggle
in any beer. Most of  the guest left together, except the three or four boys
who had worn the Speedos.  They hung around, still in their swimsuits, helping
the housekeeper to clean up  the large patio area. I sat there; simply
watching them all toil away like ants  after honey.

Once the patio was clear and the hired help gone, the  guys all came over to
me and sat down in adjoining pool chairs. So as not to let  any of the adults
overhear anything; they all confessed to me that they were  gay, and that for
the entire years of high school, they'd all wanted to have sex  with me.

I didn't really know what to say. They had been my friends  forever. I was
actually speechless for once, which caused them all to laugh; as  my mouth just
hung wide open. Finally I gathered my thoughts and told them that  I wasn't
upset that they were gay, and that I would never toss them aside. I  enforced my
response by telling them that the thought they all had about sucking  my cock
was appreciated, but I didn't feel, at this time, 'that having one of  your
male friends swallow you dick was the proper thing to be  doing.'

They weren't upset that I held firm, even if the blowjobs  would have been an
added birthday present. They bid their farewells and we all  agreed to hook
up on Monday.

As I was about to go back inside the  house, I heard my mothers car start up
and drive away. I went inside to the  sound of my father calling me into his
home office.

I was about to  sit on one of his leather chairs, when he told me to just
stand in front of his  desk. It was his tone of voice, which alerted me to the
fact that this was going  to be one of his more formal discussions; or how
should I say... fatherly  lectures.

"It seems as if you had a great party, and your friends  seem quite nice as
well." Dad began, still not smiling. "Your mother and I have  been trying to
find you something for your birthday, which could be of some use  to you. But,
there seems to be nothing available which is more appropriate for  you than the
gift we are giving you now."

I looked around the room,  but nothing seemed abnormal or out of place, as my
father again began speaking  to me. "What your gift is, is not a material
thing, son. As I sit here and look  at you, I see a young man, well developed
both physically and mentally. Your  attributes will help you with the gift we are
going to give you. In ten days  time, your mother and I will be flying you
out to California."

I  began to get excited, as I thought they'd bought me my own Oceanside condo
or  something, which quickly I discovered wasn't to be the case.

"We  are going to introduce you to our company's senior sailing captain. For
ten  months, you are going to be his shadow, his boy so to speak. You will
learn what  it takes to skipper an ocean going cargo vessel. You will learn every
job, of  every sailor on that vessel. As I and your grandfather did so many
years ago, so  too shall you. Your experiences aboard one of our cargo vessels
will enlighten  you, so that in the years to come you will know exactly what
they have to go  through, each and every day; as they are away from their
family and  friends."

My head sunk down to my chest, my mouth was dry, my eyes  starting to water;
and my mother was no where in sight to get me out of this  mess.

"When you return, perhaps then you will have decided to  continue your
education instead of wasting your life lounging around the house,  filling your time
with computer games and nonsense.

Being a sailor  is not easy task, and the men aboard any of our ships will
tell you the same  thing. You have no choice in the matter other than to move
out of the house, far  away from here; at which time you will also loose any of
your god given rights  to any inheritance which may befall you. Whatever you
can take with you in your  car, is all that you'll be allowed. What money you
currently have is all that  you will be allowed, as well. You will have to find
a place to live, perhaps  with one of the boys who just left; and you'll have
to find a job to support  yourself."

I almost felt myself, dropping to my knees; to plead my  case, but I couldn't
find it within myself to beg. For a split second, I almost  turned away from
my father; thinking I'd pack up and move out  tonight.

However, the look my father was giving me wasn't one of  anger, but one of
concern and love for me. I knew he'd been right all these  years, and that one
day my 'easy street' living would have to come to a  halt.


All I could do was to accept his 'offer' of a job.  He stood up and came
around from behind his desk; giving me a big hug and  fatherly kisses on the
forehead. "I'm proud of you son, very proud of you", my  dad said as he continued
holding me and rubbing my bare back. But his soft hands  soon sent those waves
of man to man contact to my brain, as I tried dismissing  them instantly.

I couldn't figure out why I was having such  thoughts, on this day
especially. I politely broke his hold on me and quickly  went to my room, as I needed to
take care of my raging erection before it took  over my thought process.

to be continued...


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