Date: Thu, 8 Dec 2005 18:28:35 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 16

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Sail Away Chapter  Sixteen


The  two young boys, hesitantly moved away from me, but I could tell that
they  weren't far away. Their father, the Headmaster was standing between them
with  his forearms, once again, over each of their shoulders. It seemed to be
getting  warmer in my cell, and the only reason I could come up with, for the
rise in  temperature, was the fact that my cell was filling up with more
teachers. Like,  as if I needed any more shameful embarrassment.

The doctor sat in front  of me on the stool, and placed a large plastic pail
on the floor, beneath my  legs. I later found out that it was going to be
used, allowing me, should I need  to empty my bladder.

The two boys seemed like dry sponges, constantly asking their father question
 after question. Some of them, even I didn't understand, until I heard the
Headmaster answer them.

By the way everyone was forming their own little groups around me, leaving my
 front side exposed only for the doctor; that one of those tiny 'pinhole'
cameras  was concentrated on my cock and  balls.

This was one time  that I'd wish for leniency. Since my eyes were always cast
down; the 'main  attraction' being my family jewels was about the only thing
in full view.

The two boys seemed to  be getting restless, as there wasn't any 'real
action' taking place. Their  father explained to them that certain things had to be
'prepared' before 'the  action' could take  place.

It was then that  the doctor and the Headmaster got into a rather heated
'discussion' on whether  or not 'the slave' was to get any painkiller before
starting. Apparently the  Headmaster won out. I wasn't going to get the painkiller;
thus, allowing me the  "privilege of feeling the pain to which my master
desires." Now there was no  doubt left in my mind; that whatever was about to
happen wasn't going to be a  'picnic'.

As the doctor  began swabbing a brown solution all over my cock, the
Headmaster and his two  boys moved in behind me. I felt the leather straps, which had
been resting down  my back and dangling loosely near the floor, being moved.
Each of the leather  strap ends was placed thru the rings on either of my nut
bands and pulled  backwards. I could feel the strain the leather was now
putting on my balls, and  I wasn't, how you say, a 'happy camper'. "Now boys, what
you need to do are to,  slowly pull on your leather strap so that the slaves
balls are between his legs.  Pull gently or else you'll cause great harm to the
slave and his master will be  so upset that he'd want me to peel the skin off
of your bodies. Now pull slowly,  that's it, easy now. Keep pulling until I
say  stop".

Apparently the  Headmasters' sons were very obedient boys. The obeyed each
and every word. My  balls were on fire, as my scrotal skin was stretched beyond
reasoning.

In what I thought was a  'good move', I shuffled my feet just a bit; which
turned out to be a wrong move,  again. I suddenly realized that I'd just given
the two little shits more space  in which to pull my balls backwards towards my
ass. Jesus did that hurt. So much  for second guessing. The more the two boys
pulled my balls back, the lower my  cock drooped also. I was able to make
brief eye contact with the doctor, once I  saw him holding an aerosol  can.

He quickly and  thoroughly sprayed something all over my dick, right after
he'd mopped that  brown stuff on it. Good old sadistic Doc then placed a weird
looking device over  the entire length of my cock and it seemed to simply stay
in place without  having to latch or lock  it.

Jesus, damn it all,  I was getting my nuts ripped off my body, my cock
encased in plastic and now I  was being held firmly in place via my shoulders;
preventing me from doing much  of anything. It was only a matter of time  now.

Another quick spray  all over the piece of plastic and the next thing I saw
was the biggest fucking  needle in the world.

I'm  not sure if it was my primeval screaming, or what; but the two young
boys seemed  to find the whole thing very funny. The doctor had run the thick
needle into a  hole on the right side of the plastic case, through my dick, and
straight out a  hole on the other side. With watery and blurry eyes I could see
the size and  length of the needle as the doctor was busy dabbing away the
blood which was  oozing out.

Just when I  got my breathing under control, a second needle was coursing
its' way through  another hole in the plastic; about an inch and a half behind
the first needle.  After I'd nearly fainted, but held firm by the two goons, I
blinked my eyes,  clearing them of moisture.

The doctor was still  sopping up the blood, which (to me) didn't appear to
want to stop. I was a bit  confused now with the reason, the purpose, and the
intent on spearing my once  beautiful male sex  organ.

Once the blood  had seemed to stop, the doctor carefully removed the plastic
sleeve that he'd  used as guides for his needles; and cleaned up even more
blood. The doctor  hadn't said a word to anyone. I think I can now understand why
he and the  Headmaster had gotten into a verbal debate on the usage of
painkillers. Hell, my  cock hurt so bad, that I'd all but forgotten about the pain
the two little  Hitler's were creating.

For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why, or what purpose stabbing my
cock  to death would serve.

The doctor, soon, began to fill in some of the pieces to my puzzle. Now, on
his  lap sat a small plastic dish with two steel rods and four half inch steel
balls.

"Okay boys, I'll  hold the slaves balls while you two go around and watch the
doctor fit the slave  with his jewelry. That's almost funny. Jewelry for
jewels, how  quaint."

The boys  gathered either side of the doctor, in sheer delight, as they were
about to  witness something they'd never seen before. One of the boys had the
audacity to  ask his dad why they couldn't have watched when the 'boys penis
was lanced'. His  dad didn't respond to the question, but simply added more
pressure onto my  balls. If he pulled any harder they would be ripped off any
second now.

Taking the first steel  rod, the doctor used it to push the first needle out.
More pain; just what I  needed. Then the doctor did the same thing to the
second needle, leaving me with  two rods running through my cock. The four steel
balls were slowly and carefully  screwed onto the threaded ends of the rod. If
these balls and rods were on  somebody else's cock; I'd have to admit that
they looked awesome, but since they  were now a fixture on my dick they not only
looked bad but felt bad as well, not  to mention heavy.

When  the doctor finally released his grip on my dick; it dropped earthward
like a  fucking rock.

"Daddy,  why is the 'boy' allowed to wear all this pretty jewelry and we
can't have any?  I want some too. Please daddy can I have some just like  'boy'."

Still no  response from the Headmaster, as the doctor finished cleaning  up.

"Yeah, dad, you  should let him have the same rings and all that the 'boy'
has", began the other  young son; "if you knew what I know, you wouldn't be too
happy with him  anyway."

Hot damn, the  Headmaster let go of the two leather pieces holding my nuts up
into my ass  crack. He quickly got up and took hold of both of his sons and
moved them out of  the way; I think to the farthest corner of my cell. I wanted
to turn to see, but  I was now well educated on moving without  permission.

For some  reason, the doctor had moved his body, which gave me the chance to
look at his  face, briefly. He had the sadist expression that I'd ever seen on
a man.  Apparently he didn't want to do this without really numbing my cock,
but I had a  fleeting thought that perhaps he didn't want to perform this
little 'operation'  in the first place. Common sense should have told me that the
sad face was for  something other than my mutilated cock; especially if he
enjoyed the freedom to  mangle plenty of other slaves, over the years.

I was wise enough, at  least I thought, to figure out the reason(s), or
purpose behind these two new  piercings. The way they were placed along my manhood;
it would be nearly  impossible for me to even get three fingers around it at
any one place. So there  goes jerking off and there goes getting my dick in
some twat. Well, at least for  now. Once I was free, they and the other pieces
of jewelry would be the first  things to go bye-bye. Mind you, I think body
jewelry is beautiful to look at,  but it is not for me to wear. Then my mind
reverted to something that someone  had said earlier. When I pissed, if I could,
there would be a noticeable  difference in the way I felt inside my cock and in
the way it would now have to  really 'spray' out. What a fucking mess! What a
fucking  nightmare!

My thoughts  went quickly back to the two young boys, and the doctor. I
wonder if something  was going on with the doctor and one of the Headmaster's sons.
Now that would be  something to distract the Headmaster, whereas he might not
pay close attention  to me. On the other hand, it could make him more upset
and he'd take his anger  out on me and the others. Fuck the others, just worry
about me and Jordan. We  gotta get out this place. My mind was quickly
becoming a cesspool of  nightmares.

Out of  nowhere, I was pushed to the ground; which I quickly assumed the
proper four  point position. The padded mitts and the other leather sure did make
the  concrete floor seem as if it weren't too bad. One of the goons kicked my
knees  further apart; actually further apart than even I had ever been keeping
 them.

He quickly took  hold of the two loose ends of the leather strap, which were
still looped through  my ball bindings, and pulled them straight up between
the crack of my butt. My  balls strained to follow the leather strap. Even
without looking I could tell  that my nuts were now well between my legs. He
continued to pull on the straps,  and was running the loose ends to the ring on the
back of my collar. He made  several adjustments on the leather before he
seemed satisfied. God, was he going  to leave me like this? How could I ever stand
up again? Hell, I wouldn't even be  able to crawl around like was learning to
do. I'd have to move around like some  gimpy nerd or worse. If I tried to move
anything other than my head, my nuts  would get the self inflicted pain.

Next, the goon began  playing with my balls; which felt like they were now
actually behind my legs.  Jesus, now they were a perfect target, a pair of
sitting ducks, for these  assholes to abuse any fucking time they wanted. All the
tension on my balls also  caused my cock to point straight down towards the
floor. It must have been an  awful sight if you were watching from behind me. I
guess you'd see all the  glitter and glitz from back there as well. The four
added steel balls seemed to  feel like a ton, as they instantly began allowing
gravity to take over.  Eventually, the weight and movement of the new piercings
would even enlarge the  holes through my cock where the steel rods had been
inserted.

The goon then raised my  right ankle, bending my lower leg straight up. With
some help, my right ankle  was now attached to the right ring on my collar. In
the same fashion, my left  ankle was likewise attached to the ring on the
left side of my collar. Jesus  above... what is going to happen to me next? Why are
they doing this? No man in  his right mind would put me through this shit.
Then it hit me... that's the reason  they put those padded leather sleeves over my
knees! Fuck, did they expect me to  move around all the time like this, or is
this just a bit of extreme terror they  are playing on me just for now. Damn
it all... why me. They couldn't read my mind  or anything, so how'd they even
think that I was trying to find a way out of  hell.

I simply knelt  there waiting for a command, anything; just so I could get
them all out of my  cell for the night. And, if they left my door open and
Jordan's open, I'd crawl  over and spend all the time I could with him. I just knew
that he was still in a  lot of pain and discomfort. I wouldn't be able to do
anything more than give him  some water and kneel there; but at least it was
something that I needed to  do.

The doctor finished  up putting everything onto the cart and one of the
slaves wheeled it right  passed me and down the walkway he went. One other slave
remained behind,  kneeling next to the doctor; even if the doctor moved the
slave would move with  him. There were still three goons in the room, the
Headmaster and his two boys.  Man, did I want to just rear up and holler 'parties over
motherfucker!'

I closed my eyes,  trying to think of Jordan, but somehow the Speedo clad
Alan popped right in  there. You must admit, his body was that of a Greek God. He
looked sexy in his  swimsuit and he looked just as good in any type of
clothes he wore. His smile  brightened the gloomiest of days. Jordan's skin was a
wealthy bronze; his mind  was quick and at times witty. I'd never seen him with
any real clothes on so I  couldn't even compare the two men. Jordan's eyes
were ocean blue and he had a  smile to match. I don't even know why I began to
compare the two men. They both  had good, special qualities that any girl OR boy
would love. I seemed to have  some hang up now on these two individuals which
I needed to address when my mind  wasn't moving at warp speed. No sooner had
I blinked my eyes, and their images  were erased from my mind, for  now.

Voices, loud  voices, overtook my entire being; as I now concentrated on
what, if anything, I  could hear the Headmaster saying to his boys. I heard him; I
think it was him,  slapping one or both of them. Whatever he had learned
about his one son, must be  rather disturbing; as the volume in his voice would
rise then lower, back and  forth. Several more times I distinctly heard him
hitting his son (s). Then the  commotion seemed to settle down before he spoke
again.

The next thing I  know, one of the boys is being carried over to the doctor's
stool and forced to  lay his chest upon it; exposing his young butt. This
much I couldn't help but  see since the damn stool was less than two feet in
front of me.

The goons were told to  restrain the boy's limbs, as the Headmaster took his
prod and began  administering a healthy educational program to the boys butt
and perhaps even  his youthful private parts. The screaming was terrible; the
boy pissed all over  the floor, snot was cascading down his face as well as
tears.

I had no idea how  long the lesson went on; but it stopped just as soon as
the boy fell silent. I  mean, this was the man's own son, not some heathen soul
from god knows where.  Someone abruptly pulled the stool out from under the
boy and he hit the floor  like a sack of Idaho potatoes. I knew then that the
boy had passed  out.

The Headmaster  barked a mouthful of orders to the goons, said a few things
to the doctor and  exited my cell, with his other son in  tow.

The doctor and one  of the goons weren't far behind, in their own haste to
leave my cell; but the  goon returned a few minutes later and dropped a bunch of
stuff on the floor, out  of my sight.

I was  finally able to discover that the boy left behind, wasn't the one who
had  wanted me for his own personal plaything. As the goons talked amongst
themselves, I listened; as doing such was keeping my mind off of the pain and
discomfort I was  feeling.

They spoke as  if I wasn't there, or else they just didn't care if I
overheard them. Apparently  the boy was born gay and up till now, only his brother was
aware of it. The two  boys had had some, juvenile experiments together shall
we say. Unable to obtain  erections yet, the older boy had be finger fucking
his younger brother and  forcing the boy to suck his youthful prick. Now, if
you were to ask me, I'd be  punishing the older son, not the one who is gay.

They learned not only  in whatever 'classes' they were taking but they also
learned from personal  experience. Apparently the gay son had some feelings
towards the need to be  dominated. Well shit, as a kid we are all dominated by
our parents and older  siblings; so what the fucks the big deal. This kid only
had expressed his need  for it rather than just accepting it as a part of
growing up. Now the boy was in  for a rude awakening, if what little I knew of the
Headmaster was any  indication.

I can  remember all of the shit and stuff that Alan and his gay friends had
to deal  with in school, which wasn't easy. But this kid, now has to deal with
his  father, the Headmaster of this slave training school. If he wants to be
dominated, well he sure will be getting  that.

They moved the boy  just enough so that his body was now laying squarely in
his own pool of piss,  and proceeded to tie his hands together as well as his
feet. They even forced  his mouth open and put a dildo like gag in his mouth,
and buckled it behind his  head. One of the goons handed another goon a small
yet long black rubber dick  shaped ass plug, which, after simply lifting the
unconscious lad off the floor  by his ankles, rammed it non-stop up the boys
butt. This brought the boy to  alertness in a real hurry as all of the goons
laughed directly into his  face.

After their  laughter had subsided, they gathered around the boy even closer;
and each of the  grown men produced their own cock and quickly inundated the
boy's body with  their urine.

One of the  goons stayed behind, as the other two began to slide the canvas
back in Jordan's  cell, and then mine. Now the slaves on either side of my cell
could look  directly in and only have nothing but contempt for myself and the
young boy. I  just knew that they must have wanted to watch the whole show,
but the Headmaster  must have had a good reason for them not to. Yet, they
remained silent for the  longest time. I knew, quite easily, that they had to of
heard just about every  word, every sound that had been made the whole time.
I'm even certain that  they've seen this type of activity long before me or
Jordan ever got  here.

I was beginning to  have a little sadness come over me; due to the young boy
who was now wide awake  right in front of my face. He didn't look bad, but it
seemed so unjust the way  his father was treating him. However, there wasn't
the first sign of distress or  sadness on the boy's face. None at all, at least
that I could see. I wondered  what he was thinking. I knew what he was
feeling.

I heard the  cellblock door open. It was the first time I'd heard it all
night. Footsteps,  meant proper kneeling, but how in the world would I be able to
do that.  I  moved ever so slowly, often putting more strain on my balls, but
I finally  managed to kneel properly; well almost properly anyway. The young
boy had no  choice but to simply remain laying in his piss. The footsteps weren'
t coming in  my direction yet, so I, like an ass, 'assumed' that he had
stopped at the cell  where the one slave had been 'bitched out' with a dog.

Some twenty or so  minutes later the footsteps began to head in my direction.
Amen, it was the  doctor and not the Headmaster. He went ever so quickly into
Jordan's cell, where  he stayed for the longest time.  He was joined by the
'goon squad' and I  knew they were talking but as usual I couldn't make out a
single word. The next  thing I knew; the goons were carrying Jordan into my
cell. They flopped him onto  'MY' cot. Once they'd done that, they simply picked
up the young boy by his  bound ankles and dragged him over to the cell that
Jordan had occupied until  now. The goons stayed with the boy, while the doctor
came into my cell. Was I  ever thankful that the goons stayed  out.

The doctor  administered to Jordan; cleaning all of his piercings, applied
ointment to his  ravaged rectum and managed to get him to take a few sips of
water from a cup  which he'd brought along. He put something on all of his cuts
and bruises, which  smelled like a barn; but I'm positive it was a good thing.
He even held a  hospital style urinal onto Jordan's dick and coached him to
release his piss.  I'd never have thought to do that; but then that's why I'm
not a  doctor.

I continued to  watch, best I could, while the doctor did a couple more
helpful things for  Jordan; before the doctor approached my kneeling body. Since
the stool had long  been removed the doctor had to crouch down to inspect my
recent piercings. He  was doing everything in complete silence, which was now
something that I was  getting accustomed to. He even offered me a cup of cool
water, which I might  add, was like getting a gift from  heaven.

I was almost  finished with the water when the doctor pulled the cup away;
leaving a little  bit in the bottom. He brought his hand up towards my face and
showed me that  he'd been keeping a large pill, hidden away. He looked me
square in the eye, as  if to say, 'take the pill... everything will be alright.' I
saw the look in his  eyes, and being the type of trusting individual that I am;
I opened my mouth and  lapped the pill right off the palm of his hand. He
brought the water cup up to  my mouth and I quickly washed the pill  down.

I had no idea what  the pill was for. Perhaps it was a huge dose of
painkiller. All I know was that  I had placed all of my trust in a complete stranger;
who I'd only known to be a  sadist. The doctor seemed to be cleaning up a
little bit; for some unknown  reason. He even went out and down to the end of the
walkway and returned with a  hose; which he used to hose the floor clean. At
least now it didn't smell like a  public toilet.

He set  the hose down by my cell door and walked over to Jordan. He fussed
around with  him just a little; moving Jordan's limbs, I suppose to make Jordan
more  'comfortable', if that was even possible. I watched all of this still
thinking,  WHY?

I heard a bit of  laughter and some loud moans coming from across the
walkway, but it didn't seem  to draw my attention away from Jordan or the doctor.

My eyes were getting  tired and I began to feel like I was about to float
away, just about the time  the doctor had me get down and crawl over to the cot.
Obviously the cot was only  big enough for one man, so I didn't know what was
to happen until I came to a  stop; with my head and neck just over the cot.

No sooner had the  doctor helped get my body into a position, where my head
and neck were actually  resting on the cot; next to Jordan's face, I felt
extremely lightheaded and  weak.

The last thing I  remembered before I fell asleep was the comforting hands of
the doctor, rubbing  ever so gently and soothingly the whole area of my
back.


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