Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2006 07:51:11 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: SAIL AWAY PART 37

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Sail Away Chapter Thirty  Seven

PREFACE: I'm glad this chapter showed up when it did. With some of you
asking some great questions about some rather obscure situations; this
chapter should help to fill in the answers to some (SOME) of your questions
and concerns. You didn't think any of our stories would leave you hanging
for to long anyway... did ya?  hugs Billy, aka 'the bad boy of the week'
award winner


It wasn't soon after the camera stud went into the cottage that Master and
the  butler came out. The sun was going down and the air began to have a certain
 coolness about it, which somehow heightened my desire to get  inside.

Master told the butler to 'hurry up and remove his bindings', while Master
took  matters in to His own hands when it came to the rubber cock up my tunnel.
Once  Master knew that I was free to move forward, He had the butler grasp my
collar  and pull me out from between the two cart poles. I could feel the
rubber as it  made its way out of my body. It wasn't a bad feeling; on the
contrary, it felt  sensual. Once the image was free and clear of my tunnel, I could
feel a rush of  air; first exiting behind the image and the second was the cool
air permeating  my swollen  opening.

"Damn fine job of opening up the slaves' tunnel. Perhaps we should have used
a  fatter dildo." Master commented to the butler. "It seems that the slaves'
tunnel  opening is ready for a much bigger one, just by the sheer swelling of
the  tunnels' pucker lips. Come look for yourself, this contraption really does
work;  money well  spent."

Master didn't have to talk about my asshole like he was doing. Like, just how
 many people was He intending to show off my tunnel to anyway.  I watched as
he passed the long pole forward, past my head. I could see the grease, which
looked as if it had spots of blood on it; not to mention a large amount of
ass  slime.

"Yes, I believe you are correct Sir," came words from my Masters' butler. "If
I  may Sir, I'd probably suggest not only the fatter one for tomorrow, but
perhaps  a better adjustment of the spring; as I noticed that the entire shaft
of the  dildo never made it up inside the slave,  Sir."

Master didn't respond to the butlers' comment about tomorrow. At least now, I
 knew the proper name for the rubber cock; a 'dildo'. Not that I hadn't heard
 about such things, but equating what one hears to what one sees is sometimes
 difficult under stressful  situations.

With the pole in one hand and his other hand on my collar, the butler pulled
me  along; behind himself and Master, as we entered the cottage. For some
reason the  cottage appeared to be a lot brighter tonight, but I quickly
discovered that  there were more of those special lights set up all over the room. I
was being  filmed, as I made entrance to the cottage; and even as I remembered
to drop to  all fours upon entering, the camera stud was right there taking
close up video  of my obscenely stretched tunnel. At least, I really should have
been thankful  that Master hadn't forced a plug into my ass.

I didn't immediately see Jordan, and wondered what had become of him. With so
 many bright lights, I couldn't even see a shadow of Jordan. But, if I didn't
see  him come out of the cottage then he had to be here  somewhere.

"I saw Master move towards the shower area saying, "well I told you that
you'd  earned something special for all your hard work so as a man of my word, I
shall  reward  you."

There He goes again; telling Jordan just how pleased he was with his
performance  today. Surely, it couldn't have been any where near as exhausting as mine
was.  How could Master be so upset with me? I did everything that I was
commanded to  do and I even had to suckle all of those nasty male cocks and swallow
their  piss. I bet Jordan didn't have to do anything close to what I had to
do. No, I'm  not the jealous type, but he's the fag, not me. He's the one who
couldn't wait  to be owned, not me. He's the one who needed a master, not me.
He's the one who  even helped Daniel prepare me, I didn't help prepare him. Not
to mention all the  'cushy' things he got to do at school, while I was being
tortured. Just wait  until we are alone, and allowed our 'talk time'; man oh
man, do I have some  questions for his  ass.

I heard the water start to run, knowing that Jordan was preparing to do his
enema and shower. Every second that passed I was finding myself becoming
contemptuous. I could have been described as a 'mad dog' only after about a
minute or so; but still holding out some faint hope, that perhaps Master was  going
to share the reward. Even though Jordan had brutally scrubbed me earlier,  I
could still use my daily warm and soapy shower.

Time seemed to pass slowly, as I knew what Jordan was going through with his
enema. Then Master called for me, and I was sudden forgetting all of my pent
up  feelings of neglect and  abuse.

Under the water, stood Jordan, looking like a Greek God as the water cascaded
 down his lean muscular frame. As tired as I was, there was and always would
be  some bit of inner strength that would keep me alert around somebody like
Jordan.  I discovered, almost instantly what was so different about Jordan  now.

I could see the faint signs of stubble, black, beginning to sprout on
Jordans'  head. Furthermore, all of Jordans' body rings had been reduced in size by
as  much as two thirds the size of mine. I wasn't envious at all. The changes
in the  rings made him even more attractive, not to mention desirable. I was
soon to  realize that my on and off again feelings towards the same sex had a
lot to do  with all of the drugs I was being fed.

"Now slave," Master said looking and speaking directly to me, "it shall be
your  responsibility to bath your fellow slave, in such a manner as you would
desire  to be bathed."

I fucking couldn't believe what I'd just heard. I'm going to bath Jordan?  ME?

The butler came forward with a bottle of liquid soap, a small wash cloth and
a  huge, not to mention real, sponge; placing them just inside the shower
area.

All of the men, Master, the butler and Master Doc, stepped back a few paces;
guaranteeing themselves of staying dry. I could see the camera stud moving
two  cameras into place, even closer than  ever.

I looked up, into Jordans' eyes and could see the delight he was wrapped in.
I  knew that he knew, this was going to be something for him and me to
remember for  a long, long  time.

I began bathing Jordan, from his feet up. He was even helpful, in that he
raised  his legs and feet so that I might wash the bottoms of his feet. I even
got  between each of his toes, which seemed perhaps to be one of Jordans'
ticklish  spots. I got right up to his upper thighs and Jordan turned around, facing
the  wall.

I could only surmise that Jordan was saving the best for last. I knelt there
and  gently washed his butt; but I didn't use anything except for the soap and
my  bare hands to cleanse the daily grime and sweat from his cheeks. I got my
hands  right into his butt crack and could feel his tunnel entrance; which
sent him  bucking his hips into the wall momentarily. When he pushed his butt
back towards  me, he held it still; as if he wanted me to wash him there some
more. I did, and  I even flicked one of my fingers over his tunnel. At this
point I didn't care  who, or if anyone was actually watching us. I took my soapy
finger and gingerly  pushed it against Jordans' opening. He pushed back
instantly, sending my finger  completely up inside his body. Jordan began pumping his
body back and forth  seemingly as if he thought he was getting fucked. Jordan
kept this up for a long  time and somehow, some way, it was as if he was
wanting more. Taking the lead, I  placed a second finger alongside the first and
Jordan thrust himself right on  it. I could now hear him moaning and could even
see his whole body shiver once  or  twice.

It wasn't until I focused on his new, smaller anal piercing, that I had one
of  those feelings of resentment. It was only a fleeting moment, thank
goodness, as  I had a lot more of him to bath. For the first time, I wasn't feeling in
control  of my mind or emotions. I could only suspect that it too, was
something to do  with all of the pills; just like at  school.

I couldn't believe how soft Jordans' skin was. I had never really paid much
attention to it before now, and I was finding it rather erotic. With the help
of  the soap, my hands found their way back down his legs and back up again;
before  Jordan knelt down allowing me easy access to his back. Even though I
had started  to wash his back with the soft natural sponge, I soon found myself
reverting  back to just using my hands.

Every muscle in his back seemed to flex and prod me on; to explore more of
this  magnificent specimen of male Adonis. Thankfully the soap Master had
provided was  overly scented and I was able to inhale Jordans' manliness. I found
myself  almost mesmerized by the shear softness and purity of his skin. Jordan
moved his  head in circles, as my two hands not only washed his neck, but
gently massaged  it as well. I thought that perhaps he might have been a little
tense from all of  his day of work, so I even applied a bit of pressure via my
fingers to each and  every muscle they came in contact with. By the faint, and
soft sounds he was  emitting it was easy to tell that he was enjoying all of my
attention and  tenderness.

I maintained my concentration, not fearing the watchful eyes of the two
Masters  nor the ever present camera lens. I made sure that all of the soap had
been  washed from his back as Jordan slowly began to turn to face me. The look in
his  eyes, when we finally made contact, told me instantly that he was
gratified with  his  'reward'.

As I washed his face, his eyes closed ever so gently; and I could only
imagine  what he was thinking about as he had to know that our two things were
making  sporadic contact with each other. Which, not to my surprise, I discovered a
 short time later that both of us had things straining, to the limit, to
erupt in  a sea of hot sperm. If only we had permission, Jordan and I would have
been in a  magical  place.

When my hands found their way to, and over, Jordans' nipples; my hands seemed
to  glide right over the nipple rings. I couldn't, however, break away from
staring  at his face; so my hands were acting independent of my train of
thought and  desires. I noticed that when the water drops landed on his nose ring,
that the  lights hit it just right; making it look as if stars were dancing all
around the  ring  itself.

I knew, finally, that my hands were nearly touching Jordans' cinch ring and I
 hesitated; perhaps to long. Jordan must have sensed my reluctance; and stood
up,  his head blocking a major portion of the water from the shower head. Now
that I  was no longer looking him in the eye, my brain and thoughts went back
to  concentrating on the task at hand. Perhaps, that was a poor use of words
there.

I had never really touched another mans cock in such a manner. Sure we all
did  when we were going up and jerking one an other off; but this... this was so
different. I didn't want to appear to Master as if I was faltering with my
duty  so, I leaned forward and rested my forehead on Jordans' abdomen. I'm not
sure if  that wasn't a BIG  mistake.

I can just see Jordan now. I'm sure that he had his eyes closed, as his two
hands found their way to my bare head; holding it there in a gentle way. This
was the first time that I could recall that anyone had every held me so
lovingly, other than my mom. Jordan could have sensed my momentary lapse in
bathing his private parts, as he began to run his hands in a loving manner over
the top and sides of my scalp. His actions, sent shivers down my entire body. I
was once again discovering those mixed signals that Jordan sometimes sent to
me.  Did he care for me, or was it that he was just enjoying the attention
he'd been  rewarded  with?

Nervously, my hands began soaping up Jordans' cock, and as expected it was
rather firm to the touch. His cinch ring slid beneath my fingers as I soaped it
 as well. I made sure that I cleaned his Prince Albert, just like we'd been
instructed to do to our own. It felt odd, moving it back and forth through the
 holes, knowing as I do, that it can be very arousing. His balls were like
silk.  Being a man, I know how gingerly one must cradle the nutsack. I made sure
that I  was extra careful not to cause Jordan any discomfort. I was
continuously being  'rewarded' in a way; as Jordan never stopped touching my head; and
he even,  once, moved his hands down to my shoulder blades.

Once I'd gotten all of the soap removed, Jordans' true fragrance came
through.  His body scent was pure man, one hundred percent raging hormones. I wasn't
sure  what to do next, as I'd finally finished bathing him. I knew what I
wanted to  do, but was totally afraid to expose myself to anybody. Just the simple
act of  removing his hands, Jordan sent me the signal that his bath was
complete.

Sadly, I leaned back just enough for him to step aside; allowing the full
force  of the shower spray to strike my body full force. Thankfully I had
anticipated  it and was more than relieved to have it flowing over my own body. I
knew that I  needed to clean my tunnel out first, so I reached up and grabbed the
enema  nozzle and got right to work.

I used the wash cloth to reach every inch and pore on my body. After the day
that I had, I knew that even the job Jordan had performed earlier had still
left  a feeling of uncleanliness in my mind. This new soap felt so good on my
skin, I  honestly didn't want to stop showering. I was so relaxed by now, that
all I  wanted to do was climb into bed and sleep until morning. I had gotten
in a good  days work, I ate what I was given, I didn't feel as if I'd done
anything  deserving of punishment and last but not least I was able to explore my
'other  side'; be it ever so  briefly.

As I crawled from the shower, Jordan had already moved towards his Master and
I  crawled over to mine; only to discover that the two Masters were kissing
each  other with the passion and fervor of two animals in  heat.

I was plain to see that the camera stud wasn't interesting in getting their
romantic tryst on tape. He was squatting down between the two of us slaves,
moving his camera around as if he was getting close ups of our  faces.

Moments later, Master finally spoke, "You slaves have had a long day, so
after  your evening meal you'll be permitted, this once, to go directly to  bed."

Now that sounded like a plan if ever I heard one. That means that I'm not
going  to be getting any instructional punishment tonight, nor is Jordan. Sleep,
the  word sure has a ring to  it.

Our two Masters left the cottage, apparently with plans of their own for the
night; leaving us with the camera man.

The butler arrived minutes later with our meals and both of us consumed them
in  record time. As we ate, a lot of the camera equipment was folded up,
packed  against a wall and when the butler left with our empty bowls, the stud also
 left. It was now time to climb into bed, but I wasn't about to fall directly
 asleep without talking to Jordan  first.

I turned, on all fours, towards my bed; only to find it missing. I stopped
dead  in my tracks for a moment, before realizing that we were in 'free talk'
time. I  turned towards Jordan at the same time I blurted out something about my
bed  missing; only to discover that my bed had been placed directly next to,
adjoining Jordans' bed. It looked like one gigantic  bed.

Jordan was already on top of the bed, a big smile beaming, set apart from the
 rest of his nakedness. He silently took his hand and patted the bed,
indicating  that I was to get to bed as well. I no sooner climbed up, and then the
lights  dimmed. For some reason they all didn't go completely dark like always;
several  of them simply dimmed to a rather inviting degree of  illumination.

I lay there for several moments, just enjoying the comfort of having a good
mattress beneath me. I'd never been more thankful that the bed wasn't even
comparable to the ones on the ship or at school. The atmosphere soon changed as
Jordan rolled over, facing my prone body with his head right next to mine. He
 draped his arm and hand over my mid section and began a slow, rather hushed
conversation.

"God, John, you sure did a great job bathing me just now, thanks man. I could
 tell that you were rather intrigued with my cock and balls. But, that's a
good  thing. I'm sure that the Masters noticed it as well. The more you get used
to  touching a male body, the sooner you'll get used to having someone touch
you and  pleasure themselves with  you."

Jordan leaned in to my ear, his nose brushing against the skin, "John, just
remember this one thing tonight. The reason we are not in total darkness is
because our Masters are watching up at their home, not to mention that they've
left the cameras running and are taping everything we say and  do."

Intently, I took every word Jordan said with a tremendous amount of authority
 and knowledge. I dare not commit another  offense.

Jordan leaned back, and I could feel his hand easing itself towards my
private  parts. The softness of his hands began to work something that I can only
describe as magic. He was alternating his fingers over, on and around each one
of my grossly extended balls. The combination of his soft fingers mixed with
the  soft firm skin surrounding my own balls sent a wall of passion coursing
through  my entire body.

As his hand left my balls it moved closer and closer to my tunnel, which was
still vacant. He began to tease the swollen and puckered skin surrounding the
 entrance for several minutes before he inserted two fingers and began
immediately to massage that secret 'hard spot'. I was surprised, to say the  least,
that Jordan knew about such things in and on a male body.  I began  to moan
in ecstasy, as my thing seemed to grow  endlessly.

Jordan, experienced as he is, must have known that I was nearly a volcanic
climax and quickly removed his two fingers. The emptiness that followed was
devastating. He then presented my mouth with his two fingers, that I eagerly
sucked clean; while he kept himself busy by nibbling at the skin surrounding my
ringed nipples. He even went so far as to use his tongue to raise the nipple
rings and let them back down ever so gently.

I was beginning to see that there was, there could be, real passionate and
meaningful relationships between two men. I could actually feel my heart
thumping away beneath my ribcage.

Jordan eased himself up and over my body; allowing us to become face to face.
In  the dim light, Jordans' eyes glittered like two blue jewels. "You know,"
Jordan  began, "that the meds that you are taking are to make you more
receptive to sex  from a man. They also help your body to produce an abundance of
hormones. Your  Master is using the same ones from the school, hoping that one
day you will see  just how you really are.
There are a few things that I've known, but never  told you; so I guess now
is as good a time as any to spill the  beans.'

In a quiet voice, and a very subdued tone I responded. "What do you mean
'spill  the beans? How much more is there that I need to know? And why are you
treating  me in such a kind way; when all the other times you seem to gloat your
slave  status over mine? Can you tell me why you got all of your rings reduced
to these  small ones? Can you tell me why you got the easy work and I have to
be treated  like an animal? Do you know what is ahead for me? It seems like
you know a hell  of a lot about me and I end up not knowing  shit."

"Yes, I can answer just about every one of those questions. But, please let
me  answer them in my own way. There is more to it, than just your questions, a
lot  more. You will have to trust me, and I mean REALLY trust me." Jordan
replied.  "But first, I have something that I want to give  you."

Jordan eased himself down, to where his chest was just barely making contact
with mine and put his lips to mine. Instantly, it brought back the memories
of  my very first male to male kiss; which just so happened to be with Jordan
on the  ship.

The warmth of Jordans' body, the manly scent of his being and the softness of
 his lips seemed to melt away any fears that I may have been having at that
precise moment. As Jordan kissed me harder, I opened my mouth to accept his
tongue. Even the motions of his tongue were not like those of a boy and girl
lusting after one and other. The motions seemed to be sending me some sort of
signal, but it was a signal that I couldn't  decipher.

Now, as I could feel his heart beat as well as my own, I slowly placed my
arms  over his back and pulled him completely down on top of me. I was captivated
by  this experience of man on man contact and didn't want to let go. It was
if I was  doing this of my own free will; and it feels good. I wasn't
concerned, excited  or nervous that our bodies were in close contact. I wasn't in a
tizzy because  our things were touching each other and even his weight on my
bound balls  didn't' affect my current feelings. It seems funny, in a way, that my
mind  didn't pretend that I was kissing a girl; as even I began to
reciprocate by  moving my tongue to meet  his.

We both began to perspire and Jordan took that as time to break the kiss and
return to lying beside me. Both of us seemed to be out of breath, as I could
feel and see my own chest heaving as well as  Jordans'.

"John Henry," Jordan began softly, "You know that your dad told you that you
were to become a sexual pleasure slave. You have been fighting your
enslavement  from day one but I can see some big changes in you lately. I don't mean to
have  you think that I'm a better slave than you. You must remember that I've
known  that I was born gay; whereas you were raised in a worldly straight
family, or so  you thought. Somewhere along the way, your dad recognized some
signs that you  might, yourself, be gay. He even had countless conversations with
your mom about  them, but with her having a gay brother, she didn't want to
believe her own son  was gay. That's one reason why you guys never had any
slaves around your  place."

"How do you know all of this," I asked, still in the receding few minutes of
passion.

"Jesus, John, have you forgotten every fucking thing? Like duh... I've been on
your dads' ship for two years. You don't think that I just lay around and did
 nothing? I found more ways of eavesdropping than there are M&M's in a bag.
Every time your dad came aboard, I made it my mission to hear every word that
I  possibly could. Shit man, I knew you were coming almost a year before you
arrived. Hell, I even got to see a photograph of you; one of you in your
adorable swimming teams Speedo. The blue one with the white and yellow stripe
down the sides, how adorable you looked, not to mention the nice sized bulge you
seemed to be proud of  displaying."

Jordan stopped for a moment, but I quickly said, "go on, go  on."

"Okay, okay...Well the first thing your father wanted to do was to prove to
himself, your mother and you; that you were or were not gay. He already knew
about your pals, of which Alan and a few others were gay. He never told you that
 he knew, as he wanted you to make your own decisions about them. Heck, I
even  found out just before you came to the ship that your dad found about you
hooking  up with Alan and getting a blowjob. AND, he even told your mom, so now
she knows  just about everything. I bet you never knew that all of the slaves
around  Alan's' place, came from your dads' school... did ya? You getting the
picture now  John  Henry?"

Jordan must have sensed that I was getting a little uneasy with his words;
and  ever so gently put his hand on my upper leg, rubbing it slowly in a
circular  pattern. I knew that he was waiting for me to speak, but I had nothing
really to  say. All I wanted to do was to  listen.

Slowly Jordans hand moved right to where the leg meets the body and I
squirmed  around for a second, but relaxed right after I'd repositioned myself to
allow  him better access to whatever part of me he wanted. The palm of his hand
was  making contact with my skin and the back of his hand was simultaneously
making  contact with the bottom of my thing and ball sac. (What there was of
it). It  felt so good, causing me to relax  again.

"Now, comes a difficult thing to tell you John Henry," he began almost like
he  was choking on his words. "Being a submissive boy, like me; well sometimes
people make you do things that you don't want to do. You know exactly what
I'm  talking about, as everything you've done, well most everything; you did
because  you were made to do it. Me, well ... I... I've been forced to have sex with
animals.  Not many mind ya, but a few times when guys wanted to see if I was
good enough  for their animal stock. I really hated it, but there was nothing
I could do  about  it."

"Holy fuck Jordan, how could they do that to you?" I asked almost in  tears.

"I don't really want to get in to it John Henry, so please let me go  on."

"Okay, dude, I'm  sorry."

"The thing about my new rings, well... Master Doc never was one for the big
rings.  You only have them because your dad and uncle want to make a point. I got
 pierced because both Masters love body jewelry and that's that. Do you
understand what I'm saying  here?"

I replied, "Yes I think  so."

"Okay then... well... you've got the tougher job because your Master feels that
such  work is not only a good way to get you muscled up some, but also to
allow you  time to understand yourself. If in fact you come to realize that you
are indeed  gay, all the better. I mean, well, let's face it. You sure are a
good kisser and  great in the shower and I've been getting certain vibes from you
that you just  might be coming to terms with who or what you really are. I
can't say for sure,  but perhaps this enslavement might just be your dads' way
of allowing you to  explore yourself and to be with men instead of girls. Who
knows, maybe if and  when you admit to yourself that you're gay, and your dad
and your Master find  out from you; then maybe, just maybe your term of
indenturement will cease to  exist. Didn't your dad say something to you about
helping out running the  school?"

By now Jordans' hand was deep within the crevasse of my body. I could feel
the  sexual tension building within me, as his fingers ran circles around my
grossly  swollen tunnel  entrance.

"Okay... here comes the real kicker... so hang on. Sure your Master has this big
 place and all. Sure he's making porn flicks. The thing is, John Henry, that
in  today's world, where slaves are becoming more and more common. There are
only  two or three places here in the states that train slaves for different
jobs.  Your dad and your uncle have teamed up to start their own slave school.
Not in  Central America... but right here in the good old USA. As a matter of
fact, you  and I are the first two students. It ain't much now, but soon, real
soon, this  place will be alive with slaves from America and from all over the
globe. And I  hate to say it, but, your new home will soon be the old barn. The
amount of  workers will double starting tomorrow with most of them laboring
away at the  barn converting it into something 'different'. I asked Master Doc
if I could go  there with you, but he said he'd 'have to think about  it'."

I still couldn't say a word. My brain was in overload not only from the
ministrations from Jordans' hand but also from his  conversation.

"So you see, John Henry, you're Master might only be your Master until you
are  trained as a pleasure slave and then he can sell you  off."

"He wouldn't do that,... would he?" I  asked.

"Well, yes. Yes he would. Yes he's going too." Replied  Jordan.

"He can't, he won't, and I won't let him." I said crying like a baby. "What
about working with my dad? He told me so  himself."

Seconds later, I felt Jordans' hand move from my crack to my thing; his
fingers  dancing up and down the length of the  shaft.

"I see that you're still excited John Henry, that's a good thing." Jordan
said  with a slight uplifting tone to his voice. "Now we better get on with more
of  your training, or we'll both be in hot  water."

"What do you mean, 'more training?" I  asked.

"Jesus, John Henry, you don't think our beds are together out of the kindness
of  their hearts do you? Hello... they want me to help train you. To help you
understand. To make you a better  slave."

I went into a radical depressed place, not knowing what to think now.
However,  what Jordan said to me next, seemed to make me feel a whole lot  better.

"Just follow my lead, my instructions, okay? But first I have one last thing
I  must tell you, so please don't get upset and get mad at  me."

I lay there not knowing what to expect him to say. Whispering into my ear, as
 not to get it on tape, Jordan said something that I never saw coming. "John
Henry, ... I'm falling in love with  you."

Talk about emotions! Fuck me! What am I supposed to say to that? Jesus, Lord
above, how in the fuck did I get myself in such a situation. Please tell me
this  is a dream, a nightmare or a  joke.

Jordan lifted himself off the mattress and began to pull at my legs; which
put  my head about two to three feet from the top of the bed. He slowly mounted
his  body over mine, and I could see his rigid thing and balls directly over
my  mouth.

"Okay, baby slave, I want you to lick my balls first and then I need you to
suck  on each one and after that I want you to get both of them in your mouth
and suck  on them both, as if they are something a good slave needs to  worship.

Jordan began to slowly lower his body closer and closer to my mouth, and I
began  to smell his manliness, which seemed to be commanding my brain and my
every  thought.


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