Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2006 07:44:26 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: SAIL AWAY PART 33

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Sail Away Chapter  Thirty  Three


Jordan and I could do nothing more, than to remain on all fours as the
workers  ate their noon time meal. The advantage, if you want to call it, was that
they  chatter was easily heard and was of some benefit; at least to me it  was.

It seems that the workers are actually men who work for a firm that supplies
labor to people when they need it. It isn't as if my uncle and Master Doc
have  to have them working here seven days a  week.

And gathering by their conversations, having them here today was for a bit
more  than just work. An occasional tidbit was tossed in my direction, which I
quickly  ate; caring not that it was now coated in dirt and  grass.

I dare not bring my head up and look around, but I did keep my eyes moving at
 all times, trying to see if Jordan was okay. I heard a few of the workers
comment on the differences between Jordan and myself; which really boiled down
to them already being told that Jordan was the 'experienced' gay boy and I
was  the unwilling slave.

I knew right away that Jordan would be used more than me, as he had already
been  made to swallow piss, thanking the men once they were drained. I had
time, scant  as it was, to think about the day's activities. I could understand
the reasoning  behind my willingness to agree so quickly with sucking cock.
Sucking dick wasn't  going to get me punished. It wasn't something that repulsed
me anymore, but I  still didn't have the same craving for it as Jordan did;
just another example  between straight and gay, I  suppose.

By now, I had totally gotten over my embarrassment, shyness, about being seen
 naked in front of other men; regardless if they were slaves or free men.  I
had to realize that my life was changing faster than I could keep up with it,
 and to just allow myself to go with the flow seemed to be the fastest way
out of  here and back home; perhaps even to help dad run his company. I just
knew that  my dad and uncle had been scheming this for a long time, perhaps
keeping mom out  of the picture completely. As dad would have called it; 'one of
life's  lessons'.

It didn't take long before one of the workers placed a plate of scraps under
my  face. He made sure that I understood him telling me to eat everything on
the  plate, 'like a good boy'. As I began to eat, I noticed that they had even
put  food on the plate that had been chewed on already. That part of my
training I  found to be disgusting. All I could do was close my eyes and bury my
face onto  the plate and 'chow down'. As I was eating, one of the workers
thought it would  be amusing to stand over me and piss on to my meal. The smell of
hot urine,  mixed with the food made me want to vomit; but someone saw fit to
hold my head  down so that there was no escaping the fact that I was having to
get my very  first taste of man  piss.

I had not one once of concern for Jordan by now. He always wanted to be a
slave,  and now he is getting his wish. If this is the lifestyle, life, he wants;
then  from what I can tell, he sure as hell will get it, and  more.

I hadn't even finished eating the food and piss, before some of the workers
were  pissing all over my back, butt and bald head. They seemed to be amused by
their  own actions, as each and every one of them made some kind of degrading
remark;  which was aimed at me.  The stench of so much piss began to cause my
own  stomach to  churn.

"It looks like you men enjoyed your lunch, not to mention the little extra
sideshow," my uncle said in a humorous tone. "Why don't you fix the slave up to
 your table so that his pert little tunnel is exposed even more. You can play
 with him for the next hour, providing it doesn't interfere with any of your
work, remaining to be done  today."

For a second, I thought my Master was talking about me and MY tunnel, but as
it  turned out he was referring to Jordans' beautifully shaped butt. I could
hear  one or two of the men directing Jordan, as to where and how they wanted
him  draped over one of the outdoor tables. I didn't hear Jordan complaining,
so once  again Jordan was getting what he wished  for.

I could also hear my uncle asking Jordan if he wanted to be fucked by these
men  and Jordan answered that he did. But, when my Master came over to me he
simply  asked if I wanted to be fucked; omitting the words 'by these men'. Since
I was  dumb enough to follow Jordans' led the first time about sucking cocks;
I  couldn't nor wouldn't fall into the same trap again; so I answered Master
with a  resounding "Master, no  Master."

Every single man there must have heard my response, as they all broke out
into  fits of laughter; which unbeknownst to me, infuriated my uncle. My Master
quickly unsnapped my ankle chain and led me, on all fours, back to the
cottage.

It was plain to tell by the shear swiftness of our walk, that I'd made my
Master  very upset. Once inside the cottage, I noticed that the butler was once
again  present, telling Master that Master Doc, had left for his  clinic.

"Very well then," Master replied, "you can stay and help me with this
worthless  and thankless excuse for a sex slave. You should have heard the men
laughing,  and I think that they were laughing not just because the slave didn't
want to  mate, but also they were laughing at me because I haven't seen fit to
instill  the proper attitude in this mother fucking bitch. But that's all going
to change  today, starting right  now!"

The butler grabbed my leash and dragged me into the shower area, as my Master
 was unlocking ALL of the cabinets. The water, this time, was ice cold; the
butler apparently not wanting to waste any of the hot water on me. The stench
of  man piss was quickly rinsed from my body, while the butler was himself,
stripping naked.

>From the way I was kneeling in the shower, I had a good view of the cottage.
I  even saw inside the cabinets, noting some rather mysterious looking items.
My  Master had just turned towards me, with something in his hand; when the
front  door swung  open.

Standing at the door was a young man, about twenty five years old, his hands
and  arms laden with black nylon duffle bags. Apparently, Master was expecting
him;  as he told the young man where to set the bags, what he needed 'taken'
first. I  was still looking at the young man, when I realized that my
curiosity had just  gotten me into more  trouble.

The butler was now naked, in the shower with me, and was using a very stiff
bristle brush to scrub my body; paying little to no attention to my piercings,
 as the brush scraped and scratched its way over my  skin.

My Master reached in and handed the butler, what ever it was that he'd been
holding. The butler simply told me to 'open', and I promptly obeyed him by
opening my mouth.

A funny looking piece of metal was wedged behind my teeth, followed by the
butler squeezing the handles off to the side. I tried to keep up, as this
foreign object kept widening my mouth; but soon the pain became to much for me
and I simply allowed the device to do what it was designed to  do.

I didn't think that my own uncle would allow somebody to break my jaw, so I
wasn't frightened, but I was terrified as to the purpose of this thing that
was  holding my mouth wide open. I tried not to raise my eyes, but the few times
I  did, I could see my Master standing  off to the side, and free of any
possibilities of getting himself wet from the shower  head.

Flicking my eyes away from my Master, I noticed the young man standing rather
 close; holding a professional style camera, filming the whole scenario. I
guess  he is the replacement for the last dude who was doing the filming, but
who ended  up losing his own  nuts.

As soon as the water was turned off, the butler stepped from the shower and
dried himself, but was told by my Master not to bother getting his clothes
back  on, just  yet.

Master quickly took a position directly in front of my kneeling body. He
began  to slap my face from side to side; seemingly oblivious to the steel mouth
stretcher. He even felt the need to call me all sorts of vile names, which if
it  were some kid who said such things; I'd of knocked him  silly.

"Go ahead and set up your other equipment," Master said to the young man.
"Now  that you've been promoted to chief cinematographer you need to take command
of  these types of things. You have been working here for three years now and
know  what to do, so just fucking do it!"  Master turned and walked back to
the  cabinet, leaving the butler to have a moment or two with playing with some
of my  body  rings.

It didn't take long before the young man had set up two tripods and mounted
cameras on them; along with placing two rather bright studio lights behind
them,  which made it difficult to see to far in front of  me.

As the man walked passed me, I noticed the bulge in his trousers. I was
rather  impressive, even coming from me to think  such.

Master returned, and just by the way I heard his footsteps I could tell that
he  was still highly upset with me. I saw a can in his hand and then I noticed
him  peeling the top off of it, tossing the lid to the  floor.

"Perhaps I've treated the 'boy' with to much compassion, seeing how he was
once  my own nephew. From now on, I'm going to make it my primary responsibility
to  treat him like I might have treated just any other ordinary slave." Still
the  voice of my Master was filled with  contempt.

What ever was in the can, smelled nasty. Soon the discovery that the contents
of  the can was slave meal made me cringe, as Master used two of his own
fingers to  scoop out a sizable  amount.

"I thought the one thing I could do for you was to at least feed you human
food,  but I see that too was a huge mistake. So perhaps you'll get your past
life out  of your brain once you start to eat proper slave  chow."

The butler re-entered the shower and stood behind me; taking a firm grip on
my  large ear rings, pulling them up and back. As the vile odor of the slave
chow  found its way into my nostrils, I just knew that this wasn't going to be
the  easiest thing to  do.

Master took his free hand and pulled my tongue out, as far as it would go;
before wiping the paste like food onto it. He made sure that all of it was off
of his fingers before he released my tongue; which automatically retracted
back  into my mouth.

I never knew until now, just how hard it is to swallow something with my
mouth  open. It took forever, so it seemed, before I was able to swallow the food.
It  tasted worse than it smelled. The butler began laughing, which seemed to
break  up the tension in the cottage. I caught sight of the second scoop of
food on  Masters' fingers, as it appeared that he was squeezing something out of
a small  bottle on to the top of the  crap.

The butler continued to laugh intermittently, as the third serving was being
scooped from the can. Master, using his free hand pulled out something from
his  pocket and placed it on top of the goop; before scraping the entire mess
onto my  tongue.

After about seven or eight servings, Master seemed pleased that I'd eaten the
 contents of the slave food. "Good, very good," said Master, "now that you
seem  to like this so much, I'm going to make sure that you get to eat it three
times  a day maybe four if you're a good 'boy'. What do you have to say about
that, you  useless  faggot!"

Did Master just call me a faggot? Damn, how mean is he anyway? He sort of
reminds me of my dad. One minute nice and buddy buddy, and the next minute
treating me like an animal.

"Now I suppose you want a glass of milk to wash it all down with? Well milk
we  don't have here, but I've got something more to your liking; I'm sure."
Master  said in a more relaxed  voice.

Standing directly in front of me, Master unzipped his shorts and extracted
his  man sized cock. He pressed his hips forward until his cock was resting on
my  tongue and released a full bladder of hot piss into my open mouth. I
gurgled and  choked, but I was able to swallow most of it. Master then asked the
butler if he  need to relieve himself, to which the butler answered in the
affirmative.

"I hope that helps you 'boy', as I know just how a slave needs something
refreshing to wash a good healthy meal down." Uncle said politely. "Now I think
you need to rest a little bit before we  continue."

Master and the butler moved me around, still in the shower, until I was
scrunched up lying on my back. The butler leaned over me as Master handed him my
two ankles, and proceeded to pull my legs upward and back towards my head. It
didn't take but a few seconds and my toes were touching the tile floor just
behind my ears.

Master, without regard to my comfort, yanked my butt plug out; which sent a
wave  of pain into my gut. I could tell by the change in lighting that the man
was  moving his lights and cameras around; which meant that I wasn't really
going to  be getting any  rest.

I never knew that my body was so limber, as I wasn't in any discomfort with
my  feet next to my head. I saw Master hand the butler something, which he'd
retrieved from his other pocket. Before I knew it, the butler had clipped my
iron ankle bands to my ear rings. Master AND the butler seemed to find that
rather funny, laughing not with me, but at  me.

My tunnel opening was pulsing like it did last night, as the air seemed to be
 sucked into it. I lay there, not knowing what was next but the way my brain
was  acting, I really didn't give a shit at this  point.

Suddenly, my stomach started to rumble and I could feel its contents wanting
to  come back up my throat. I knew that at any moment now I was going to toss
my  cookies. As if that wasn't bad enough, my gut began to ache, unlike any
belly  ache I'd ever  had.

Master and the butler quickly stepped out of the shower area, leaving me
alone  with my not so well feelings. I did, however, notice the camera man coming
into  view; but not so close as to interfere with my  Master.

I began to get light headed, and I could feel sweat starting to form all over
my  body. Cold chills captured my body, as I trembled. My ears were starting
to move  each and every time my ankles moved. If I wasn't careful, I'd rip the
rings  right out of my own  ears.

Moments later I launched the contents of my stomach all over my face and
chest.  The more my stomach churned, the worse the feelings nearing my tunnel
opening  became. A severe case of the shits ensued. Being in this position, the
turds not  only ran down my ass, but made their way down over my thing and
pleasure balls  and onto my lower stomach area. Both ends of me were erupting and
there was  nothing I could do about  it.

As my bodily functions lessened, I could tell that the cameraman was really
getting into his work; even making some rather strange comments to my Master.
Before I knew it, my thing was releasing its own copious amount of piss onto
my  body. Jesus, now I'm covered in piss, shit and puke. What did I do, ever
do, to  deserve such treatment from a member of my own  family.

"This sure beats filming the normal gay porn we always have going on up at
the  house," said the cameraman. "I guess flicks like this will sell pretty
fucking  fast, since you seem to have a large following of all your flicks,  Sir."

"Why most certainly," responded Master, "with a world of slaves and so many
people wanting to know what they can use a good slave for; flicks like these
will simply add to the millions I've already been able to put in the bank.
AND,  the best thing is, that now films like this are not illegal. Eight years
ago, I  spent time for making such a flick but now I haven't a thing to worry
about.  I've got a list of people, even leaders of countries just waiting for my
next  series of gay videos; and if you do as good a job as the one before you
did, you  too shall reap many benefits. Just ask the butler how much he has
got socked  away from helping produce the flicks. That just reminded me, I've
got to check  on his account and transfer all of his money back into the
general fund. He  certainly won't ever be needing money again; not in his life
time."

I lay there, not thinking about the situation I was in, but rather what I'd
just  heard Master saying. I couldn't help but to think that all these years he
was  making sex flicks; no doubt in my mind that he had some help from my
dad.

"Say, did I offer you a place to piss?" questioned my Master of the young
photographer. "Don't be bashful. If you need to release any piss, feel free to
piss right in  there."

Now why was I not surprised that uncle was using his hand to point directly
at  me. What surprised me just a bit, was how quickly the young man sat his
camera  down and stood as close as he dare to me. He unzipped and sprung his cock
free  in the blink of an eye. He has a nice looking and prominent cock, not
to mention  he also has a Prince Albert; which looks to be less than half the
size of mine.  I guess he has one just because it might make him look 'cool'.
Nonetheless, he  proceeded to unleash a torrent stream of hot piss; which
apparently pleased him  immensely as all of it landed on my puke covered  face.

After the cameraman zipped up and moved back, the butler reached in and
turned  on the cold water which instantly caused me to have a reaction. My legs
moved,  which in turn tugged at my ear rings, which sent pain into my head. I had
to  stay bound up until it was clean enough for the butler to enter the
shower and  turn me around to that my butt and legs would get rinsed off.  The 'ice
 bath', as the butler called it, lasted for quite some time, but finally he
turned on the hot water to warm me up; as he, himself, stepped inside and once
 again mercilessly scrubbed my  body.

I was in heaven when Master handed the butler a weird looking set of pliers,
which to my amazement released the entire steel contraption which had been
trapping my cock and balls, separating my two most prized possessions, and had
also been stretching my nut sack. I could feel the air flowing over the skin,
 which had been so secured over the last couple of weeks. I almost, briefly,
thought the feeling was rather sensual. The butler used the brush to scrub my
 cock and balls squeaky clean, which didn't bother me in the  least.

When my tunnel was being scrubbed, well, let me tell you... that hurt like a
nest  of bees had been set loose on it.  The one good thing that came out of my
body scrub was just knowing that the entire foul stench was now down the
drain  and  gone.

After the butler was finished, he released the two clips holding my ankles to
 the ear rings. I was surprised throughout the entire ordeal that my legs
didn't  cramp up. The last bit of scrubbing, of my back, was done quickly and
efficiently. I was then allowed to remain on all fours until the majority of
water had either dripped from my body or  dried.

While I was drying, the cameraman was busy setting up his equipment in
another  section of the cottage and the butler had been sent outside to retrieve
Jordan  from what I could only imagine as an hour of ruthless butt  fucking.

Master led me out of the shower area, as Jordan was led into the cottage;
only  to replace me in the shower. I didn't get a chance to see how Jordan
faired, but  I wasn't to concerned about him; at least not yet. I suppose the man
got  everything, every inch he wanted or  needed.

I was led over to the 'Fucking Bench', where I was promptly positioned, with
hardly any slack left in the bindings. It reminded me so much of the one back
in  dads' school; except this one had more straps to secure a body and it
felt much  softer.

My Master was in front of me, going through the selection of items which I'd
seen mounted on the wall the day we arrived. The cameraman was asking a few
questions of Master, apparently attempting to get some idea of what was ahead
for me, in order that he may position his  equipment.

With my head, held firmly in place; the only thing I could see was the floor
below. I knew all to well that I was going to receive a punishment lesson and
 there was absolutely nothing I could say or do to change Masters'  mind.

Master was still swishing his whips and things through the air, in an attempt
to  select what he deemed the proper instrument; while I was temporarily
enjoying  the freedom of having nothing covering my thing and having nothing
torturing my  pleasure balls. I could also hear the water running in the shower,
but what I  didn't know was that Masters' butler was fucking Jordan in front of
Master and  the cameraman.

Finally, Master had selected his implement of pain. I could see his shadow as
he  passed behind me. The room had fallen into an eerie silence. The next
thing I  know, or should I have said heard; was the swooshing sound of something
flying  through the  air.

The pain was unbelievable. I had never experienced anything like it in my
life.  I yelped and screamed; yet not once did I beg for Master to stop. Six more
times  the instrument came in contact with my  butt.

At first I thought that my punishment was over, until I felt the prod making
contact on the head of my thing. Master gave my thing six jolts of electrical
 current before he decided to stop. Could this be the end of my punishment
lesson?

The answer came all too soon. I smelled a faint odor of sulfur, like what one
 might smell if he were to light a match stick. Master placed my balls in his
 hand and within seconds my balls were on fire. Over and over again, the hot
sensation struck the exposed skin covering my nuts. The hot sensation faded
to  nothing more than warm feeling, before Master let my pleasure balls drop
from  his hand. The next thing I knew, or felt, was the same hot sensation as it
found  its mark, which was my exposed tunnel opening. I had never yelled or
screamed so  much in my life as I was doing now. I didn't have time to
'process' anything, as  there was no need to do it anyway. I was simply there to take
the punishment  that I had single handedly earned. For once in my life, I have
to admit that I  fucked up and I had to be man enough to take responsibility
for my own actions.  I guess I should have said 'slave enough', not man
enough.

Everything I received was either because I deserved it, or else it was to
make  me a better slave. I know that if I put my mind to it, I could be the best
slave  that my uncle, dad, mom, Alan or Jordan has ever seen. I knew that I'd
fucked up  here and at dads' school, not to mention being a spoiled little
brat most of my  life. I suppose that if I put everything out of my mind except
what I need to  learn, to do, to become a good slave I would be much better
off; not to mention  make my uncle extremely proud of  me.

After a few minutes my brain slowed down and I could only assume that my
punishment had concluded. Master even held a small bowl of water under my face,
allowing me to lap it all up. It must be the well water around here or
something, because it didn't taste as clean as the water at home or the water at
dads' school. Master removed the bowl as soon as I'd lapped it all up, to which
I said "Master, thank you Master," trying to earn a few 'brownie  points'.

I was allowed to remain tied to the bench for some time, without anything
happening to me; but I knew that something was still going on in or near the
shower area. It could mean only one thing, and you already know what that  is.

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