Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2005 13:42:57 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 10

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Sail Away Chapter  Ten


The walk back to my bunk was painful and demoralizing. I had to actually
crawl  on my hands and knees, which made going down the three flights of stairs
not  only awkward, but dangerous. I suppose I'd been condemned to wearing the
heavy  nut stretching weights; as they swung back and forth with each clumsy
attempt I  made to move forward. The stairs were by far the worst, as the weights
banged on  each and every step; sending chards of pain from my nuts deep into
my gut. The  few times I faltered on the steps, Jordan was right there to
prevent me from  cascading down the metal stairs. And, if this wasn't bad enough...
when we passed  the engine room, the door was open; and I could easily see one
of the slaves  being struck across his back with a wide leather whip;
amazingly enough, the  slave never made a sound. I couldn't tell if the slave was one
of those who had  been castrated or not, but still; the scene was from some
terrestrial place  unknown to  me.

I was kept on my hands and knees, while Jordan applied a soothing lotion over
 every inch of my skin. When Jordan was rubbing the stuff on my balls, the
sensation was too much for me and my cock sprang to life, my little cow bell
jingling away. As I began to feel the cooling effects of the lotion, Jordan
spoke to me. "'boy', you've got to stay like this from now on. Your owner has
demanded that we make you feel not only like a sex slave, but also a being
which  is less than human. I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but if I don't
then I  too will be severely punished. There are a few more things in store for
you, but  I'm not at liberty to discuss them with you, but you will soon see
for yourself.  But, I want to at least tell you that I sent two quick emails out
to the  addresses that you gave me. If they respond to the emails, they will
go into a  special 'scrapper account' that I've worked through Daniels. He
will have no  idea that I've gotten them. They automatically delete once I've
read them and  closed my mail.  They were both basically the same, as I told them
that you  were being held against your will and would be sold into slavery
any day now. I  took a chance, and looked at the website that shows what humans
are up for sale  or auction through your owners website. Your photos are
already on there. And I  mean all of them, including a few of you sucking the first
mate's cock. I hope  your mother doesn't know anything about that website, as
it would be a rather  difficult thing to see; especially the ones showing you
getting your  enemas."

As depressed as I was, I couldn't help but to raise my hand from the floor
and  lightly stroke Jordan's lower leg; as a gesture of appreciation and thanks
for  what he had done for me. I knew my time was getting short, on the ship;
as  tomorrow would be the day that the first helicopter would be bringing out
my  potential owner. If not tomorrow then perhaps I'd have to be placed into
the  auction circus; which I now know is the most degrading thing to be in, let
alone  see. Jordan had already mentioned some things about such auctions; and
I think  the one that scares me the most is that even some of the small
villages pool  their money and buy white slaves for the whole village or town.  How
sick  is that? A white slave for God knows how many men, boys and perhaps
women of all  ages.

Daniel showed up, staring down at me and spoke with Jordan for several
minutes.  I overhead him mention something about tomorrow's visitors and what Jordan
had  to do before they arrived. After a brief silence, I felt Daniel take
hold of my  nutsack and gently rub each individual ball. My bell began to ring,
which seemed  to bring a short laugh from Daniel. "I see you like having your
nuts played with  'boy'. Not to worry, I'm sure that your new owner will play
with them a lot  until he tires of them and has them cut off. A good sex slave
has no use for  balls anyway. As for you, your current owner is still thinking
about having them  removed before he sells you, which would bring him more
money for your pussy  ass. It sure is a shame that I can't show you how much
pleasure your pussy gives  to a real man, but since you seem to like sucking cock
how's about sucking  mine."

I was in shock at what I'd just heard. Daniel couldn't have been serious. Not
 after everything that he'd put me through already. Certainly Daniel was not
seriously thinking about ramming his big and thick manpole into my mouth.
But,  from behind, Daniel grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards, until I
was  kneeling upright. At first, all I could see was the surprised expression
on  Jordan's face but that changed when Daniel stood in front of me, his
exposed  cock standing at full attention; its' menacing size and girth just a
fragment of  an inch in front of my mouth.  As Daniel reached down, grabbing my nose
 ring, he ordered Jordan to scamper off to the mess hall and prepare my
dinner.

Much like with the Captain's first mate, Daniel began his torment by slowly
easing his dark skinned cock into my mouth, as he was now holding me by my ear
 rings. Slowly he inched his way into my mouth until he reached my gagging
point;  whereby he withdrew his cock, only once, before he impaled me completely
with  his fuckpole. The more I squirmed and franticly flailed my arms, the
louder  Daniel's voice got, as he began calling me his 'little whore boy'. His
laughter  was so disgusting. Snot was oozing from my nose, my eyes were rivers
of tears  and foamy spit was seeping from the corners of my mouth, and still,
Daniel  continued to face fuck me until I almost passed out. Thankfully Daniel
needed a  body that was awake, to swallow his cum, thus he withdrew his cock
as I sucked  in lungs full of  air.

It wasn't for a few seconds, and I had a hard shaft back in my mouth. I
tried,  hard as it was, to remember everything about sucking cock that Jordan had
coached me on the day before. I finally began to accept the fact that I wasn't
 going anywhere until Daniel was finished with me. It wasn't that sucking
cock  tasted bad; just the idea that I, a straight guy, was being forced to do it
was  beyond my comprehension. At least I wasn't doing this out in the open
with an  audience. I felt Daniel's hands release my ear rings as he cupped the
back of my  head. He continued slowly to increase the amount of his dick the
felt I could  handle. Soon, as with the first mate, Daniel had the entire length
of his cock  embedded into my mouth and throat. I was comfortably breathing
through my nose,  as Daniel began to rock back and forth; fucking my face.  I
thought of the  one or two times that I'd had a girl give me a blowjob, and I
discovered that I,  myself, had been no where near as gentle as Daniel was
being. I had either  simply shoved my dick directly down the girls throat or the
girl would end up  scraping her teeth across my sensitive skin, causing me to
lose my cool. Several  minutes later and Daniel began the all too familiar
'male moaning ritual',  indicating his sperm was nearing the end of it's' journey.
It was odd, in a way,  that I found myself actually comparing the taste of
Daniel's sperm to that of  the first mate's.  I'd find out later in my life,
that every mans sperm  tasted different. I guess it was one of the things that I
never thought about  when one of the girls got a taste of  mine.

Once Daniel had his shorts back on, he took a leash and led me out of my
room. I  was instantly alarmed when we began to enter the engine room. All of the
slaves,  naked, stopped what they were doing and watched as Daniel kept me
moving until  we reached some big piece of equipment. Daniel took his end of my
leash and tied  it to a large pipe, preventing me from moving to far. The noise
in the room was  loud, from the huge engines, which made it impossible for me
to hear a single  word Daniel and his friend were saying to one another.  The
only thing I  could figure out was that whatever was being said must have
been funny; as both  men were laughing uncontrollably.

Daniel soon had me kneeling upright, and I thought I was about to suck his
cock  again.  However, one by one, the slaves stood in front of me; presenting
me  with their own dicks, which once it was in my mouth they began to piss down
my  throat. Needless to say, I spat a lot of it out ( at first), until I was
physically reminded of my 'destiny in life'.  I began to swallow almost
every spurt and splash of male piss, much to the amusement and pleasure of
Daniel. Daniel and his friend were the last two, to relieve themselves, and I  was
glad that this part of my so called 'training' was over.

Jordan arrived, carrying a shiny bowl. No sooner had he set it down in front
of  me, had I discovered that the bowl contained my dinner. As the slaves went
back  to their respective jobs, Jordan, Daniel and Daniel's friend stood
there waiting  and watching; just to see what I would do. And, I really didn't
know what to do;  at least not now, not without a fork or spoon. The food in the
bowl had been all  cut and chopped up into small bite sized pieces. There was
some kind of meat and  a lot of vegetables. Although it didn't look
appetizing, it sure smelled  good.  When I lifted my head, in Jordan's direction, he
simply nodded his  head up and down; in what could have been best described as an
exaggerated  motion. I watched as Jordan put his hand out and dropped his
mouth to his  hand.  God, did they now expect me to eat like a dog from the bowl?
In  quick fashion, Jordan was kneeling beside me, and in fact, whispered into
my ear  that I was to only use my mouth to eat, not even able to use my
hands. As hungry  as I was, not to mention the smell of the meal making my stomach
growl, I slowly  lowered my head into the large bowl. At first I found it
difficult to eat,  having to find a way to open my mouth without getting my nose
ring in the way.  But soon I discovered that once I dragged my face backwards
through the bowl, my  ring would move out of the way. Now that the ring wasn't
a problem, I decided to  just keep my face buried in the bowl; which, made it
easier than having to move  my nose ring each time I wanted to take a bite of
food. I was almost finished,  when Jordan moved just a little bit; and to my
surprise he had exposed his own  cock and began pissing into my food. This was
getting way out of hand. One  minute Jordan is nice to me, beyond thanks, and
the next minute he is acting  just like the other men aboard ship. I had a
hard time coming to realize that if  Jordan didn't do what he was told to do, and
then he'd receive a severe  punishment; which to this day I have never held
any of it against him. Daniel  must have been satisfied with my 'training'; as
he had Jordan take me back to my  room.

Thankful to be in my room, with only Jordan; I just wanted to lay on my bunk
and  sleep away this nightmare. Jordan, however, had been given further
instructions.  He produced another bowl, this one filled with clean, cold water and
told me  that I'd have to learn to drink from a bowl as well; and to practice
with each  spare minute I had. Man wasn't meant, nor designed; to lap water
from a bowl and  it took a long time before I got the 'hang' of it. My bladder
was near it's  bursting point, which didn't go unnoticed by Jordan; who simply
placed a pail  beneath my cock and balls. After a minute or so, of
embarrassment, I was able to  relax myself enough so that my piss began flowing. I
thought my piss would never  stop, mindless to the fact that I'd swallowed enough
piss already to satisfy  Daniel's need for  pleasure.

It wasn't until the first mate arrived, that I remembered the 'daily chat'
sessions. Again, same as last night, I knelt there and listened to him carry on
 a one sided conversation. He didn't even ask me if I had any questions or a
desire to speak my mind. The man just went on and on about a slaves life and
how  in the near future that my life would be filled with more 'diverse
activities'  once I was properly owned. I wondered just how 'diverse' my life would
become.  Nothing over the past two days was 'normal' to me, and surely nothing
on this  planet could be any where near as bad as sucking cock, drinking piss
and being  kept in the condition these men were keeping me  in.

All I knew, all I wanted, was to get up onto my bunk and sleep this day away.
 The more my knees hurt, from kneeling, the more resentment I was gathering
towards my dad. And, after another 'chat' with the first mate, I was becoming
more informed about my father's activities. Just how many men, slaves, had my
 dad bought and sold? How many of his so called business trips were related
to  the slave trade? How in the world could he have kept all of this from my
mom?  And, to top it all off, everything he was doing was legal in the states
and in  ninety percent of other countries in the world.

When Jordan was ordered out of the room, I became fearful for myself. I
didn't  want to be left alone with this man, this diabolical sadist. As Jordan
walked  passed me, he stopped to rub my head and to tell me to be 'a good little
boy'.  The first mate quickly shucked his clothing and knelt down right in
front of my face; allowing me the only view I now had, the one of his butt. When
 I saw him use his two hands to spread his butt cheeks, I thought it was just
 some sick sense of humor he was displaying. But the words 'get your fucking
mouth on my asshole 'boy', dispelled any 'humor'.  I was scared to death,
almost wanting to cry and plead for mercy. Although I did begin to cry
profusely, I didn't speak. Another command, followed by a threat of castration,  sent
my face into his butt; my lips lightly resting on his anal opening.  I
listened carefully, and followed every word of direction the man gave me. I was  so
humiliated, and intimidated, that I hadn't noticed if in fact there was a
special odor or taste to the mans asshole. I licked it, kissed it and put my
tongue in it; fearing the worst. "Damn, 'boy' you're owner is going to just
fucking love these pictures"; were the words that sent shock waves through my
body. Daniel had observed the entire  scene!

My face was removed from the asshole, or was it the asshole removed from my
face. Dressed and out the door, just as Jordan came back in; knowing full well
 what I'd just been forced to do.

Jordan helped me up, and onto my bunk. He stripped naked and lay on his bunk,
 turning off the lights. I continued to cry, attempting to keep my whimpers
to a  minimum. Several minutes later, Jordan was kneeling beside me, wiping
away my  tears.  My whole mind and body were feeling as if I'd been caught up in
a  tornado. My nuts hurt, my body piercings were killing me and my dose of
human  degradation was compounding the physical  pain.

"Quiet 'boy'," Jordan began, "listen up. Sucking ass is a normal thing for
slaves. You'll get used to it. Just be glad he didn't shit in your mouth! You
had an easy day today, and tomorrow will be a tough day for everyone. So you
better relax and get some sleep. You fuck up tomorrow and you will find
yourself  permanently assigned to the engine room. Now, for the good news. I just
checked  and your mom hasn't replied to my email, but your friend did. He is
raging mad,  and he says that he even went to the slave auction website and saw
all of your  pictures. He could hardly recognize you without clothes and hair.
He wants to go  see your father, but he isn't sure just yet how to do it,
without getting you  into more shit. He did, however, tell his dad about it, which
apparently didn't  set to well with him either. He likes your body piercings
though, and liked the  look of your cock and balls all smooth and bound up. He
said that he'll do  whatever he can to help you and that he would send out
another email first thing  in the morning.  Good thing for you that there is a
four hour time  difference between him and you. That gives him a good head
start on coming up  with some way to help you. Now, get some sleep or we'll both
get our asses  tanned by the  whipmaster."

Jordan raised my nose ring and gave me a long and sensual kiss; to which I
responded by opening my mouth and accepting his tongue. The longer he kissed
me,  the more pain and discomfort I began to feel in my cock and balls; as they
must  have been reacting to the sexual part of my brain. I couldn't fuck him
even if I  had a desire to do so, not with all the steel on and around my cock.
Jordan  finally broke the kiss, and kissed his way down my torso; ending with
two gentle  kisses on my nuts. He crept back onto his bunk and left me there
to ponder the  day's activities and to digest the news he'd gotten from  Alan.

I could feel sleep overtaking my body, as I clung to the thought of Alan
coming  to my rescue. My thoughts went back and forth from Alan to Jordan. From
Jordan  to Alan.  Had the last two days, begun to change my thought process? Did
I  like Alan as a friend and was I beginning to like Jordan more than just a
friend? Sleep finally won out, as I was re-visiting the words of the first
mate..."You'll suck cock like a whore and be fucked like a bitch in heat and
you'll love every second of it."

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