Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2006 07:45:29 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 29

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Sail Away Chapter  Twenty  Nine

The ride in the cargo net was rather short; perhaps only fifteen minutes
tops,  but a rather fun way to forget the previous days if only for a short  time.

It was easy to tell that the ride was over, as the net slowly down to a
gentle  swaying motion. I could feel the earth's heat rise up to meet us. I could
also  smell the all familiar odor of asphalt. The next thing I knew was that
several  pairs of hands were grabbing hold of the net, slowing down the swaying
and the  twisting; until we were eased gently back to  earth.

The sound of the metal snaps being released and the roar of the helicopter's
engines now seemed but a memory; as the net was pulled away from us and I
unconsciously rolled away from the body next to  me.

I was helped up to my feet as a leash was attached to my Prince Albert as
someone pulled me across the hot pavement. I tried to walk fast but the anal
ring between my legs prevented me from doing anything more than a slow waddle;
like a  duck.

"Steps Ahead", were the only two words spoken to me by somebody; whose voice
I  didn't recognize; just about the time I was bumping my shin into a metal
step. I  slowly stepped up and followed the leash up a very short flight of
stairs.   A hand quickly pushed my head down at the exact time I heard 'duck'.

Wherever I was, the air seemed cool and the feeling beneath my feet made me
think, for just a moment, that I was back home; as the soft short nap of
carpet  soothed the heat from the soles of my  feet.

I could smell something which perhaps, just maybe, was a faint whiff of
alcohol.  Not rubbing alcohol either, but the drinking  kind.

It was easy, now, to stand erect; which even sent more cool air cascading
over  my face and chest. Gosh, it felt so good compared to the last week or so. I
 could tell that the other person who came along with me was now close behind
me;  he too being led by his  leash.

It wasn't long before my mouth gag was removed, which allowed me a bit of
time  to exercise my jaw muscles; before I figured out that I'd best keep my
mouth  closed.

Two or three bodies bumped against me, as they went from being in front of
me,  to being somewhere behind. I felt a strong yank on my leash, and quickly
responded.

"Kneel", came the command; and I was pretty sure it was the voice of my
uncle.  As I was lowering myself to the floor, I could feel relatively sure that I
was  kneeling between a pair of hairy  legs.

I heard a similar command being given to the other slave, who I'd hoped was
Jordan. "Suck it you fucking bitch", was the next sentence I overheard from my
 other Master. I could only imagine that Jordan, if it was him, was being
made to  suck the Master's  cock.

Then without much fanfare, two hands were pressing against the back of my
head,  causing me to lean in and downward. I felt the flesh of my Master's cock
on my  lips and I readily opened my mouth and took his manstick, allowing it to
rest on  my tongue, just in front of my tongue piercing.  The hands began to
maneuver my head up and down in a steady gentle motion. Every four or five
'down  strokes' my Master began to glide his spit covered cock deeper and deeper
in my  mouth; now allowing it to roll over the tongue piercing which seemed
to  stimulate his cock even  more.

I would have thought that perhaps I'd have heard the men speak to each other
or  to the two of us slaves; but the entire situation apparently was more to
their  liking if it was in silence. I guess that this was really the first time
the two  Masters had their two slaves alone; without anyone from the school
or video  camera's being trained on their  activities.

"Excuse me Sir, but we are all set to take off now. Please pardon the
interruption", came a voice from behind me.

"That's quite all right, Captain. You're not interrupting anyone, as you can
plainly see that I'm merely sitting here waiting to get out of this forsaken
country", my Master  responded.

The next sound I heard was the 'thud' as the door was closed; which now more
than ever, confirmed the fact that we were all on an airplane. It couldn't
have  been more than two minutes before I heard the whir and high pitch sounds
of the  jet engines winding up; and the plane began to slowly move. On a plane,
naked  and blindfolded, sucking my Master's cock and we were about to head
out,  presumably to my Master's  home.

Having been on many planes, especially small jets like this, I could easily
tell  what was going on around me; even with the use of my eyes. The engines
began to  rev up more and more and the plane made a sharp right turn and the
sounds and  rumblings of the jet racing for rotation began to fill the cabin of
the  aircraft. As the nose of the jet began to ascend, gravity became a major
player  in the scene; as my head was being pulled further and further down on
to the  shaft of my Master's cock.

I attempted to remember everything I'd seen on the video's, along with the
several cocks I'd already been made to practice on; but nothing prepared me for
 such an impalement on my Master's long and thick cock, as I began to choke.
I  knew his hands were still firmly resting on my head; and that, along with
the  planes ascension made it nearly impossible for me to even pull back even
an  inch. I struggled to remember my breathing technique, as Master's cock
glided  over my tongue piercing and into my throat. I felt his pubic hair and
body,  which was in some ways a relief; knowing that there was no more cock to be
rammed down my  throat.

With my breathing manageable, I began to do the only thing I knew how to do.
I  began to manipulate his cock with my throat muscles and my lips. He must be
at  least a little satisfied with my novice work, as it seemed as if he'd not
been  pressing my head down as  much.

As the plane began to level off, the sound of the engines wasn't near as bad
now, nor was the pressure on my head. I discovered that I was actually moving
my  own head now; back and forth along my Master's cock, allowing the tongue
piercing to aid me in my efforts to bring pleasure to my Master. His hands
began  to play with my dangling earrings, occasionally letting one of his many
fingers  find its way into my ear canal; which had it been a girl doing that to
me, it  would have made my thing jump for  joy.

Just by the rapid pulsing in Master's cock, I could tell that he was close to
 exploding his load in my mouth; however, he quickly pulled his cock out,
presumably not wanting to ejaculate just yet. Master quickly and smoothly pulled
 my head until it came to rest in his lap. I could feel the coarseness of his
 hair on my face, but he had a most delicate and sensual man scent; which
seemed  to take my mind to another  place.

I couldn't hear any talking amongst the Masters, nor did I hear any noise
coming  from the other slave. I could only imagine that he too was resting, after
such a  tedious morning and event filled day. I could only still hold out
hope that it  was Jordan who was aboard the plane with me. At least if it was
him, then no  matter where we were being taken, we might just find solace between
the two of  us.

I must have actually dozed off, because a quick rap on the top of my head
brought me to full alertness; only to find that my Master's cock was waiting for
 my  mouth.

Sucking Master's cock didn't seem so traumatic now. It was almost something
that  I knew I had to do; in order to avoid the punishment prod (or worse).
Master's scent was still exciting my sense of smell, as I began in earnest to
prove my worth to him.  I don't know if it was the situation I was thrown
into or if it was just me, changing.  At least, since my Master is my  uncle, the
one thing that I should be able to do, is to prove to him that my mom  didn't
raise no sissy boy; but how to do this and be able to maintain my need  and
desire for the opposite sex. I suppose sucking a cock because you are made  to
do it, doesn't make one gay, but I can't say that I'm all too comfortable
with my thoughts and feelings for someone like Jordan, or even Alan for that
matter.

Master's hands didn't need to be on my head this time; which I could only
assume  that he realized, just by the way my novice mouth and tongue were working
on his  stiff cock. I felt his hands rubbing my shoulders, which really felt
comforting;  and he even put his hands on either side of my face and stroked
my cheeks while  I was getting into high gear sucking his  cock.

Off to my left I could hear the familiar sounds of a man getting ready to
drop  his seed. And, my feelings were correct; as I heard my other Master saying
those  normal 'male things' while his cock was pumping sperm out; presumably
into the  mouth of the other slave.  If I could get close enough, even
blindfolded, I  would be able to tell if the other slave was indeed Jordan. I'm almost
certain  that it is, just from the scent I'd gotten earlier; but I'm not that
good yet on  telling which man's scent it is that I'm smelling. I only know
that for me, a  clean pubic region is really starting to perk my attention for
some strange  reason. It isn't anything like getting a good whiff of a girl or
nothing; but it  is a totally different and exhilarating  experience.

Time passed rather slowly after I'd swallowed Master's sperm; as both Masters
 were brought a nice smelling meal and I could tell by the comments I'd
overheard, that the food and wine were delicious. Eventually, the Masters
switched places; and I was rather surprised that once again I was made to suck
Master's cock. His cock isn't as thick or as long as the first one (my uncle)  but
nonetheless it was big enough to make sure that I took notice. This time
there was no stopping, as before, but rather what seemed to be a 'forceful
blowjob'. Master not only held my head firm, but he also took advantage to the
situation and actually raised his butt so his cock would ram itself quickly and
effectively down to the passage way of my throat. I guess that is what some of
my buddies used to call 'face  fucking'.

Thankfully Master didn't need a lot of time before unleashing his second load
of  the day. It didn't taste anything like the other sperm I had been made to
 swallow, but it wasn't awful  either.

Finally both of us slaves were made to kneel on all fours, whereby someone
placed containers underneath each of us; and we were told to piss into them. It
 felt good to finally be able to relieve myself; and I'm sure the other slave
 felt the same way. Let's face it, if you hadn't pissed in several hours
you'd  start to get that uneasy feeling inside of you too. Whoever was in charge
of us  pissing, even took liberties with my thing; as he must have felt
important  enough to think that he best shake my thing several times to make sure
that all  the little piss droplets weren't hanging on to my Prince  Albert.

After being allowed to piss, we were herded into the back of the aircraft and
 were told that we had about an hour to rest, before landing. It was then,
only  then, that all of my suspicions about the other slave were revealed. I
leaned  right up against his body, my mind racing and my olfactory nerves in high
gear.  Indeed it was Jordan. I wanted so much to say something to him, but I
feared the  punishment should I be  discovered.

I wanted so much to let him know that I was here for him. I took my leather
covered hand and found his leg; whereby I ran it up and down several times;
before letting it come to rest on his cock. Jordan repaid the kindness by doing
 the same to me; except that his hands weren't covered by mitts. His close
contact with my thing sent a sudden chill, followed by deepening warmth
coursing  its way through my entire body. Jordan was very careful with my thing,
knowing  full well that I had the extra barbell piercings running through it; but
it sure  did make me feel so much better knowing that I wasn't going to have
to be all  alone. I suddenly felt so safe, just knowing he was here for me  too.

We eventually dozed off ourselves, with our heads leaning up against one
another; which allowed me to dream pleasant things of the past days, as few as
they might be.  The change in engine pitch and a sharp change in direction
woke the two of us.  We were ushered back to where our Masters were seated  and
were held firmly in their masculine grasp.

The clunk of the landing gears locking in place and a slight downward pitch
in  the plane's attitude alerted me to the impending  landing.

Not being in a seat caused me a bit of a problem as we landed but just
knowing  that my Master had my welfare in his grasp, I wasn't to concerned. Once the
 plane and come to a stop, the exterior door opened up; and I could only
guess  that three or four men entered the  plane.

"Yes, it is only these two items which need crating. Be sure that they have a
 water bottle and a biscuit before you close the crate." My uncle said to the
 men; as he apparently, along with my other Master exited the plane; leaving
us  alone with these  guys.

The Masters no sooner left, and these guys started talking up a storm. They
were  talking about us as if they'd seen naked slaves before and how they just
knew  that we were going to like sucking cock and being fucked all the time.
By their  accents, I easily detected that we must be in Arkansas or some place
in the deep  south.

They had us crawl towards the back door and as I had thought about the steps,
I  was startled by the fact that I didn't go down steps but rather straight
out,  forward onto a metal  deck.

The air felt warm but not as hot as Guatemala. There didn't seem to be much
airport noise; so I figured that this must just be one of those small
community  airports. I crawled as far as I could, before banging my head into steel
bars.  Jordan followed so close behind that he actually ended up banging into my
butt,  before he moved over to the right and finally got himself into the
crate.

Actually, I'd call this 'crate' a cage; as there weren't any closed sides to
it.  But I guess down here they call a cage a crate. The two of us jostled
around  until we found ourselves squeezed in the crate side by side in very tight
 conditions.

We were each given a water bottle, which I held firmly in my mitted hands. I
then felt something at my mouth, which seemed to be rather course feeling but
 smelled good; so I opened wide and accepted the offering. It turns out that
the  'biscuit' was some form of a cereal bar or something similar; but it sure
did  taste great.

I heard the banging of the cage door close and the click of the padlock;
followed by what must have been the tailgate slamming shut, just prior to the
vehicles engine starting. My last recollection of the airport were the words
from one of the men saying to us, "hope we see you again, so you can suck our
dicks and eat our asses". The vehicle lurched forward and we were off to yet
another unknown  destination.

For a short time the vehicle maintained a rather fast speed, sending wave
after  wave of air flowing over us. As the vehicle slowed down, noises from the
surroundings alerted me to the fact that we were being driven down a street
which may have been in a neighborhood or even down the main street of a town;
as  occasional humiliating shouts came from people standing not to far away. I
began  to feel exposed once again, to the unknown, and sweat began to drip
freely from  my naked  body.

Whatever, wherever, our destination was going to be, I could only hope that
it  wasn't anywhere near town; where any person could see us, at any time. My
wishes  must have been heard, as the vehicle began to slowing increase its
speed once  again.

Jordan leaned over, placing his head next to mine; this time it was he who
was  taking the chance of being caught talking, but one that he felt he needed
to  take. "It's me Jordan", he began, "I'm so glad that I'm out of that place I
 don't care what happens next.  If we stick together both of us will be
okay. I'm really excited about having a master, but I don't know if you are.  Just
do what they tell you to do and do it the very best you can and you will be
fine. It is like my dream come true, cocks and ass and all the good things
about  being a slave that come with it. You will learn to like it soon enough, if
you  haven't already begun to like it. Hell, you might even learn to love it;
 especially since I'm here with  you."

I had a few comments to make, but opted to remain silent; as the vehicle
slowed  and made a right hand turn onto a bumpy dirt road. I could smell the trees
and  even some odors that made me think that we were way out in the sticks of
no  where.  The vehicle continued to decrease its speed and made several
turns  in both directions; before once again rolling onto a smooth  surface.

The vehicle stopped and the driver slid out, only to be joined by another
man;  who's voice I didn't recognize as that of one of our  Masters.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time," the voice proclaimed; "my
employers have been telling me about the one slave for several years now and
today their desires have been fulfilled. By their description I can assume
that  the one with the cock piercings is the one they have desired for sometime
now.  So unlock the crate and I'll take them from  here."

We were helped out of the crate and off of the vehicle, left standing side by
 side; until we heard the vehicle start up and drive  off.

What surprised me next, wasn't the silence surrounding us; but the quick
release  of my blindfold. My eyes blinked in the light, as my first sight was that
of  Jordan who had gotten his blindfold removed first. The next thing I saw
was the  man who had spoken to the  driver.

He must have been in his mid fifties but he looked to be in great shape. He
was  wearing impeccable casual clothes and his shoes were highly  polished.

"Greetings and welcome to River Falls Plantation. My name is Mister Vern,
your  Masters butler. I will be taking you to your quarters and get you settled
in,  before you come up to be with your Masters. You will not speak to me
unless I  need you to, nor will you speak to the housekeeper, as she will report
your  disobedience to your  Masters."

Holy shit, did he just say, 'she'. I'm going to be around here naked in front
of  a female. This can't be happening to me, can  it?

Mister Vern turned, beckoning us to follow him. My first look at the house
surprised the hell out of me. It was immaculate on the outside and looked like
one of those old southern style mansions. As we got off the pavement and onto
 the grass, my feet felt so much  better.

I couldn't believe that my uncle and his lover lived here, on a place as
stately  and beautiful as this. Sure, one was a doctor but I wondered what sort of
income  my uncle contributed to the  relationship.

As we walked past the front of the house I got the feeling that someone was
watching us from one of the many windows. It may have been one of my Masters
or  even the housekeeper, but I didn't want to think about that just now. I was
more  concerned as to just where Mister Vern was taking  us.

Coming around to the rear of the house, sat two immaculate cars; one being a
BMW, and the other one a Benz. We continued to walk past the garage towards
what  I'd call a cottage  house.

Mister Vern opened the front door and stood aside, motioning the two of us to
 enter. From the outside, you'd think that the inside would match the stately
 appearance; but the interior was in stark contrast to the exterior. There
were  two twin beds, an open bathroom area, and an open shower area; with the
remainder of the cottage set up to what I'd describe as a dungeon. I easily
recognized some of the items, as I'd seen some of them at school; but there were
 many that I had no clue as to what they were or what they were used  for.

Mister Vern brought us to a halt, and quickly fixed chains to one of our
ankle  restraints. "I'll leave you two slaves alone for a few minutes, to get
acquainted with your surroundings. This will be your home now, unless the
Masters desire your presence. When I return, I will instruct you on how you are  to
bath, shit and anything else you will need to know. Only when you are both
chained and in your space here, shall you be permitted to speak. So I'll leave
you to acquaint yourselves with your new life, but keep your voices low and
there will not be any contact of a sexual nature between either of  you."

No sooner had Mister Vern left and closed the door, that Jordan and I found
ourselves in a warm embrace, with tears flowing down both of our faces; tears
for two different reasons.

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