Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2006 07:20:27 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 47

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Sail Away Chapter Forty  Seven


Master Doc appeared out of nowhere and soon I was free of Mark's brother and
his  manipulations. It was odd, at first that I wondered why Master Doc hadn't
 released Jordan; but somehow my mind quickly erased any thoughts of Jordan.
As I  crawled out of the stall, Jordan was working steadily on the kid's cock
as his  father seemed interested in just observing a slave at  work.

Once  free of the barn, Master Doc simply and without discussion sent me on
my way  down to the house. I hadn't noticed any immediate reason as to why I
was going  back to the house, but at least I wasn't around Mark's brother; which
was a sigh  of relief.

I  had gone up the hill and was on my way down the last leg of the path, when
I  noticed movement out of my right eye. I slowed down, not wanting to stop;
and  watched as Mark's father repositioned his truck. I saw Shaun leading Mark
from  the barn by one of the large chains which he seemed to like to use as a
leash.  Mark was pushed forward, into the back of the truck and I could see
that he had  rolled over onto his back. Shaun jumped up, next to Mark and began
tying him  down spreadeagled. I watched closely, thinking that perhaps Jordan
would be led  out next, but that never  happened.

After Shaun had finished and slid off the truck, Mark's brother climbed up
and  stood over Mark; and began unleashing what looked like a long stream of
piss all  over Mark.

Master Doc, and Mark's father got into the cab of the truck and I heard the
engine come to life. They didn't even put the tailgate up; thus Mark would be
totally exposed to anyone who might drive up behind  them.

The  last thing I saw was Shaun giving a cursory wave to the group; as they
made  their way out to the main road and Shaun returned to the barn, with
Jordan.

Whatever was going on, I was sure that I'd somehow discover the outcome at
some  later time and place. I quickened my crawl towards the house and for the
first  time, there wasn't anyone there to open the gate. I hesitated for a
moment  before standing and releasing the hatch from the other side. As the gate
swung  open, I crawled through; then with my left foot I kicked the gate
closed.

There  wasn't anyone around the pool or in the pool, so I proceeded to make
my way up  the few steps which led into the kitchen. I don't know what I did,
or didn't do;  but the housekeeper was surprised to see me and she immediately
began scolding  me for scaring the crap out of her. At first I thought I'd
done something wrong,  but that was quickly put to rest the moment my Master came
into the kitchen; and  He wasn't to polite when it came to barking at the
housekeeper for making such a  ruckus.

I  followed Master as we once again headed down the stairs, which by now knew
led  to the studio. Funny though, as I slowly descended the stairs my mind
went back  to the barn; and I came to the realization that there weren't any
closed circuit  cameras in the barn (yet). I don't know why I thought about
cameras at a time  like this, but the sheer thought of not being watched 24/7 just
might have its  good points. Maybe we'd be able to use this time as our 'free
time' and I could  talk with Mark; which I still hadn't put much effort into
yet.

The  boys seemed very anxious for my arrival. I quickly learned why. "The
boys had so  much fun earlier today giving you your enema and bath, which they
wanted to do  it one more time before their rides come to pick them up." Master
said to me in  a whimsical tone of voice. I, myself, keyed in on the word
'fun'.

So  with that said, the boys all seemed to want to get their grubby little
fucking  hands on my body. The gingerly led me into their shower area. I was
surprised to  find that there was a vinyl covered 'V' shaped bench in there. It
was inverted,  and by the time the boys had me in place; my butt was sticking
way up in the air  and my head was firmly on the cold tiled  floor.

I'm  guessing that because the tiled area was so small that not all of the
boys could  fit into the area all at the same time. But, surprise, surprise!
While I was  getting my tunnel cleaned out, I was also getting a majority of my
body scrubbed  at the same time. The sensation of my gut expanding from the
warm water flowing  into me and the warm soapy bathing water on the outside;
seemed to offset one  another making the whole experience one to  remember.

I  couldn't have needed to many 'refills' since my last tunnel rinse, but
they  seemed to go on forever. I heard Master saying something to the boy who was
 administering my enema, and now I remember that the 'standard' nozzle which
had  always been used on me; had now been replaced by some kind of thick, yet
flexible hose. Each time the boy began to 'refill' my tunnel; the tube was
pushed in further and further. I thought once or twice that I even felt the
tube  sliding way up inside of me.

After  Master was satisfied that my entire intestinal tract had been
completely  emptied, He handed the kid a large can of grease; which the boy seemed
more than  happy to pack into my body cavity. I could actually feel the grease
begin to  slide further into my bowels, just from gravity alone. I began to
wonder if in  fact the whole can was meant to be packed inside of me. It didn't
really hurt,  but I sure as hell could tell that my guts were filling up rather
nicely. It  felt like, well, you know; when you gotta take a  dump!

I  never knew if the whole can was used; but the boy stopped and two others
finished scrubbing down my butt and the back of my legs. I was left there to
air  dry; as one by one each of the boys came over and kissed me! They kissed
my  fucking butt cheeks! And, if that wasn't odd enough (at the time) most of
them  said 'thanks' and 'hope to play with you again next  week'.

I  couldn't see the activity but by the sound of everything; it seemed as if
they'd  all said their good-byes to Master and bolted up the stairs to go
home. The  silence combined with a stillness in the air was both refreshing and a
little  un-nerving.

The unmistakable hands of my Master made contact with my bare back and his
words  seemed to comfort me. "You've come a long way slave. I'm quite pleased
with your  progress and it appears that you are slowly coming to terms with your
new life.  You've had a rather easy day, from what I've been told and a slave
truly  deserves a day such as this once in awhile. You will stay like this
for another  thirty minutes, or until the grease in your slave ass warms up and
becomes more  pliable within the confines of the slaves intestinal  tract."

I  was positive that Master must have known that I had an urgent need to
evacuate  my bowels; as he seemed to pause and before I could blink and eye,
Master had  pushed another rather large butt plug up inside of  me.

"This  should keep the grease inside very nicely. I'll send for you later,
but for now  just stay firm and enjoy the peace and quiet; as I'm positive the
barn was a bit  noisy at  times."

Indeed, the shower area, the whole fucking room was left in dead silence. I
wasn't a bit surprised that Master had seen fit to turn off the lights in the
shower area and dim the lights in the studio. I could have tried to listen to
 any outside sounds and voices but I didn't seem the least interested at the
moment.

I  tried to figure out an approximate time of day, but that was a complete
failure.  For almost a month now, I'd not had a watch or even seen a clock. To
be able to  tell that today was a Sunday was good enough for me. I recalled my
morning meal,  but for some odd reason I couldn't or didn't remember eating a
mid day meal.  Maybe I didn't, just for the simple reason Master and me slept
in a little later  than usual.

Another item that crossed my mind was the cottage. I'm guessing that since
the  barn is almost completed (?), that Shaun will be living in the cottage and
the  rest of us slaves will be sequestered in the barn at night unless our
bodies are  needed by the  Masters.

I  quickly discovered, rather painfully, that if I didn't keep my thought
process  engaged; that the urge to empty my tunnel was excruciating.

I thought  briefly of my father, hoping that he had a safe return to his
school. The tragic  thought of him still being upset when he returned bothered me
a little. I didn't  want him taking out his anger and frustrations on any of
the young town boys or  my half  brother.

In  my mind I read mom's letter over again, which seemed to sooth my
impatience just  a bit.

I had  time enough to think about and wonder what the hell was going on up in
the barn.  I hope that Shaun wasn't mistreating Jordan. I also thought about
Alan, and  wondered what he was doing; but realizing that it was a Sunday I'm
sure that he  is hanging out with his own crowd of buddies.

Then the  oddest thing struck me. Here I was, draped over a frame, but I
wasn't even  secured to it! How easy can it be to get my sorry ass off of this
thing and find  a way out of here? Where I come from, every basement or cellar
has at least one  other way out; in case of emergencies or something. I wonder
if there is an  underground slave railroad just like back during the civil war;
which perhaps  would get me back to  mom?

I'm not  sure, at all, why those thoughts went through my mind. I had to
realize that so  much of my own life has changed. I've met new people, some not so
nice, but at  least I had broadened my perspective of the world, outside of
my so called  sheltered and spoiled  life.

Thankfully, I heard the door open and footsteps. The distraction brought me
right back to reality. There was come chatter and clanking noise. I noticed,
too, that the lights had been turned on in the fartherest part of the studio.
I  quickly recognized the voices to belong to the butler and the camera man.

Moments  later, Master arrived to remove me from the shower and I was led
over to the  other two men. I noticed that there were two cameras set up and the
camera man  was also holding one. I just knew that this wasn't going to be a
fun  night.

"It  looks as if the little bit of sun that the slaves been getting has
started to  blend in those punk ass tanlines," the camera man said. "I was thinking
that  we'd have to put some makeup on him so that the shoot would look more
realistic.  It seems that naked boys with a good tan sell tons more videos than
the ones we  used to take years ago; not to mention slaves like this will
even double or  perhaps triple our sales  volume."

"Perhaps you're right," Master quickly added. "We really won't know until you
 get those fucking clips put together so we can at least get them up on our
website. It's not that you haven't had enough time and I do believe that
you've  also gotten your fair share of sucking and fucking  in."

Master  seemed to still be in a rotten mood. I could envision Him taking out
his anger  on me when he concluded his talk with the camera man. "Why don't
you put down  that extra camera for now and get to work on the clips so that we
can have them  on the website by midnight. I think you've had enough fun for
the weekend; that  you don't need to film anymore this evening, and besides;
I'd almost bet that  our slave here wouldn't mind seeing himself plastered all
over the internet. I  know at least one person who would just fucking love to
see how his friend has  improved since the last time he saw  him."

Oh  great; just what I needed to hear. Master must know more than he is
letting on.  Now I'm going to be a celebrity slave on the internet; well maybe not
a  celebrity but I'm going to be Master's first venture into the world of
master/slave videos. Just what I fucking wanted to  beâ^À¦NOT!

The  cameraman turned on his heels and made a hasty retreat, followed in
silence by  the butler. I'm guessing, again, that the butler didn't want to
experience the  wrath of Master  either.

Master beckoned me to rise, which I did instantly. Master, although He was
standing directly in front of me; I could see that there was a weird
contraption  off to my right, which was suspended by chains. All I could think of was
chains  = pain.

With His hands, Master turned my body so that my back was to the chains and I
 was made to back up until I felt something touching my cheeks. "Now slave I
want  you to just sit down slowly until your entire weight is off of your
feet."

Master continued holding on to me as I slowly lowered myself. I instantly
felt  the material my cheeks were touching. It was hard, yet comfortable leather.
As I  kept lowering myself the leather was moving and I became startled
momentarily;  until Master assured me that all was proper. Master had me grasp the
two chains  on either side of my body and told me to wriggle myself backwards
until he told  me to stop. The more I moved backwards it became clear that
whatever I was  sitting on was like some kind of a web of leather. I could feel
the warmth of my  body contacting the leather, yet where there was no leather
the cool air glided  across my bare  skin.

"Now  slave I need you to lay back and you needn't worry; as you won't fall."
Master  said in a reassured tone, while he moved his hands from my shoulders
to my  wrists. Masters sheer strength gave me comfort in knowing that He
wouldn't let  me fall backwards.

My head  came to rest on the leather web thing as my eyes focused on the four
chains  supporting all of my weight. On each of the chains were additional
pieces of  chains. Master stood between my legs, raising first my right ankle
and clipped  my ankle cuff to the chain. Then He did the same thing to my left
ankle, which  now left me exposed. The same thing was done with my wrist cuffs;
which secured  me completely and without a doubt that I was immobilized until
Master saw fit to  release me.

"I see your thing is enjoying the added excitement," Master said with a
smile.  "You are attached to what we call 'the sling' and you must not fear  it.
You must come to love it, to be one with it, to always want, desire and need
it."

I  figured that whatever was coming was something that Master knew would
bring me  pleasure; or at least I thought so. I know, I know, I'm always thinking
but I  can't help it. Everything is all so new to me still. Everyday something
 different something new.

Master had  hooked His finger in my Prince Albert and was pulling it away
from my body;  which caused my balls and the other body piercings to feel the
awkward movement.  Master had been correct though; as I hadn't even felt my thing
begin to stiffen  up. Master pulled it backwards, away from my body, over and
over again; allowing  it to spring back towards my  abdomen.

"Now slave," Master began, as He held up a butt plug for my mouth. "I want
you  to experience this night with only your brain for your eyes and  ears."

I had  opened my mouth and had the entire butt plug inserted, when Master
began placing  something in my ears. As Master continued speaking, His words
became null and  void as the remaining plug was put into the other ear. In stealth
like fashion  Master began sliding a leather hood over my face, with only two
holes at my nose  for air to be taken in. The room was dark, I couldn't
speak, see or hear; but I  knew that Master was to be  trusted.

For  whatever reason, the sling began to rock back and forth for several
minutes; so  I could only assume that Master was simply trying to reassure me that
everything  was okay. I could only equate the movement of the sling, to that
of a child's  swing. It was really neat, in its own special way. Although I
was attached to  the chains and kept without sound, sight or speech I felt
secure and somewhat at  ease.

I  began to visualize just what, in fact, was happening. I knew Master had
once  again taken hold of my Prince Albert and I felt as if my thing was now
attached  to something which kept it at a ninety degree angle from my body. My
ball rings  were now attached to something which pulled them in the opposing
direction away  from my thing. My nipple rings were being carefully stretched
away from my body;  and by the simple touches of Master's hands I could tell that
they were now  attached all the way back to my ankle  cuffs.

I  think it was a piece of leather that Master used to tie my anal piercing
up  around my thing; keeping it away from the butt plug. I wasn't sure at first
what  Master was doing next; although I felt Him attach something vaguely
similar to  Band-Aids just below my nipples and one on each of my  balls.

I was  left alone for several minutes to contemplate my situation; as Master
must have  purposely intended. Still, I wasn't scared or even nervous; as
nothing but nice  thoughts of Master filtered through my brain. Just as long as I
wasn't going to  get anymore of those fucking hot ointment treatments I would
be just  fine.

The  next thing I knew, electricity was coursing through my body; from my
balls to my  nipples, which caused me to scream rather loudly behind my gagged
mouth. It  didn't last long, but indeed it was truly a torturous few  seconds.

Master began to thump something, maybe his fist, against the large base of my
 butt plug. Each time the base was struck, it set the sling in motion. Each
time  the sling moved forwards it came in contact with something, which over
and over  again struck my butt plug. I was beginning to think that Master was
trying to  get the oversized base up my  tunnel.

The  sling began to slow down and then Master must have grabbed the butt
plug; as it  began to spin around inside of me. Master combined the spinning with
a few up  and down movements; which by doing such caused the plug to come in
contact with  my 'hard  spot'.

Now  my brain was feeling sex. Raw fucking sex; which didn't seem to help me
any, as  there was no way possible that I could have grabbed my cock and
jerked off. For  certain, Master had to have had to hear the soft and gentle moans
trying to  escape my mouth; just before another jolt of electricity caused me
to forget  about sex for the time  being.

After  I'd settled down, Master withdrew the huge plug from my tunnel;
leaving what  felt to me like nothing less than a large gapping hole sucking for air
between  my legs.

I  could feel my Master's fingers, two I think, enter my tunnel and begin to
search  around in the dark moist and grease filled cavity. Another jolt of
current and  Master went about putting another finger inside of me; pausing only
a second or  two as the fingers seemed to be working on the 'lips' of the
tunnel, stretching  and pulling on them as Master made it feel  so.

Another  jolt and Master now proceeded to place his fourth finger inside my
body and once  again He'd found the 'hard spot'. The tide of passion that
overcame me was, and  still is, the best that I'd ever  experienced.

The next surge of current caused Master to get His fist into me, up to the
widest part of His hand. He twisted and turned His fist at an amazing speed
which at first didn't seem very 'sensual and loving' but I understand that my
Master loves me and is only doing what He knows is right for me; not to mention
 what Master feels that I  need.

Master's hand slipped into me immediately following the next flow of current.
It  felt warm and comforting just knowing how much Master cared for His
slave.   Master slowly twisted his fist around, and I even felt Him open his fist a
 fraction which caused the tunnel to expand with the hand. The back of His
hand  was always rubbed against the 'hard spot' each time it twisted around. I
was  always getting 'high' on the sexual desires but it never failed that when
I  thought my desire was going to explode the electrical current would zap it
all  away.

The  following surge of current was followed by my Master pushing His hand
into me  even farther than before. And each time it was accompanied by Him
slowly turning  his fist to the right and then to the  left.

Each  time the current flowed, Master was pushing his arm into me more and
more. Once  or twice I felt as if I was being torn apart; but I knew in reality
that such  was just not the case. I had to really concentrate for awhile on my
breathing;  as I found myself actually holding my breath each time Master
pushed more of  Himself into me. I was really beginning to see what Master had
meant when He  told me about seeing and feeling with my brain and not my  eyes.

After  who knows how long, the current stopped and Master didn't make any
forward  progress with his arm. Everything was still. Everything seemed to be
floating.  Everything felt good. I tried hard to feel Master's hand, only to
discover that  it had made a tremendous amount of progress into my body. I knew,
just by the  feelings surrounding my tunnel entrance that Master had a large
portion of his  forearm in me. What really amazed me was the fact that I didn't
feel full nor  did I have one of those natural feelings like I needed to be
sitting on a  toilet. I could feel the liquefied grease oozing out of my body
and making a  small river down the crack between my outstretched legs.

Once or  twice I had even thought that I could even feel my Master's pulse
beating from  His wrist. It was as the two of us had become one. One in body and
one in soul;  as I was quickly and finally understanding the word "bonding"
that Master had  used several times before. I was truly at a lose, not knowing
what else could  'top' this experience; if there even was such a  thing.

There  was a small amount of pressure now being applied against the upper
side of my  tunnel and I felt as if Master was simply raising His arm up and down
while He  maintained the length of it inside of me.  Up and down several
times before  he began to move it right to left and back again. This went on for
quite some  time and Master even used His free hand to rub my belly; feeling
perhaps for  himself just how far he had indeed gone into me. At this moment in
my life, I  didn't want the experience to end but knew that it would
(eventually).

Master then began to withdraw a small amount of His forearm and thread it
back  inside of me. Over and over Master withdrew a certain amount, increasing
said  amount each time and then re-inserting it back into me. I was being fucked
with  my Master's forearm. Again, the flood of sexual excitement rushed
through my  entire body, thus increasing my own need for an orgasm; to which I damn
well  knew wasn't under my control  anymore.

No  sooner than I had settled into Master's rhythm combined with my own
personal and  selfish desires when the electrical current flowed once again. I
screamed once  more; but not from the electricity but rather from the stretching
of my tunnel  opening. I knew now that Master had taken it one step further and
had worked His  elbow passed the entrance. I struggled for air but that
seemed to be the least  of my worries. My mind replaced the dripping anal grease
with the thought of  copious amounts of blood; which later on, I discovered was
a false assumption on  my part.

Master was now taking His time fucking me with his arm, just like before; but
He  was timing it to correspond with the meticulous reliability of the
electrical  current. By now my mind had overcome the feeling of pain and had turned
it into  pleasureâ^À¦my pleasure. I never would have thought that I would or
could convert  pain into pleasure but I indeed had. Master, please don't stop; I
said to  myself.

On  the next short 'break', all I could think about was Jordan, and how he
had  always seemed to accept pain in the most expressive of ways. I was rapidly
coming to understand why he never really complained to me about the few times
 that I 'assumed' that he was in such anguish. What really was beginning to
scare  me a lot was just the fact that I was enjoying some of the things that
had and  were being done with me and to  me.

Just as  Master withdrew his arm and hand completely, the current began
flowing again;  which of course Master knew all about such things. No sooner had
the jolt  subsided, and Master began to actually attack my tunnel in a ferocious
 manner.

Each  time Master's fist entered me; there was a gush of air and grease that
was  ejected from my tunnel. I later learned that such activities is called
'punching'; which once I'd gotten used to it after about thirty minutes seemed
to heighten my senses even  more.

By the  time Master and the electrical current had finished I too, felt
drained. I  quickly discovered that fisting is an art in its self and that such is
very  demanding on the fister as well as the fistee. I was drained of every
once of  energy; simply from the highs and lows that Master had taken me to. I
could  still feel the grease streaming from my tunnel; but the most prominent
feature  for me, at least, was the feeling that my entrance would never look
the same  again. I could actually feel the puffiness in the skin and tissues
surrounding  the opening; which in itself seemed large enough now to park a small
melon  in.

Master  left his position, between my legs, and came around to stand over me;
feeling my  chest heaving up and down as I was slow to recover. He then
proceeded to remove  the electrical apparatus from my balls and chest. My chest was
wiped off with a  washcloth soaked in cool, refreshing  water.

Master finally gave each one of the chains and ropes that had been attached
to  my body piercings a couple of menacing yanks; sending me into another world
of  pain and discomfort. I was beginning to believe that my Master took pride
and  great pleasure in hearing the yelps and groans emit from my face; even
though  for now they were  muffled.

I  guess Master had planned for the next part of my training. He simply left
me  alone, bound and hooded. I could only hope that I wasn't going to be left
like  this to long; but it really wasn't uncomfortable no matter what I might
have  originally  thought.

I  tried to count the times that my Master had brought me so close to busting
my  nut, but it now seemed impossible and trivial to even waste time thinking
about  it. Had Master desired to see my thing spit slave cum; He surely would
have done  it somewhere along the way. I'm sure that He has enough experience
to know just  when to stop; thus preventing such from  occurring.

It was rather nice, actually, being alone finally. For the first time in a
long  time, I was able to discover so many things about myself. I didn't have
sound or  sight to distract me while I lay in the sling. I was finally getting
used to  being exposed for others to see my body and to use me in ways that
were approved  by my Master. I was even beginning to think that I really was
'special' in ways  that only a slave can feel. Time and money had gone into
getting me this far and  I'm glad that my father and uncle had seen fit to pursue
their gut feelings. I  had never experienced such highs before and when I was
permitted an orgasm they  were the finest in the world. All I had to do now was
to continue my education  into a slaves' life and one day perhaps I would be
in charge of slaves or even  better. But, what then could be better? I hadn't a
clue, nor do I know why I  even thought about such things.

Hooded or  not, I finally went into a deep sleep while in the sling and the
rest was surely  overdue. I was so tired that I didn't even dream, which was a
normal thing for  me to do here lately. Not even a single thought about
Master, Jordan or Alan  this time.

The movement of the sling brought me to full alertness; with the removal of
the  hood which had covered my head for God knows how long. My eyes blinked
constantly as they tried to adjust themselves to the light. Standing over me now
 was Master Doc. I became rather shaken by his domineering size, with me
being  bound in such a manner. I know, that I shouldn't have been; but I wasn't
expecting this!  Just how much time had gone by? Hadn't Master Doc gone  away
with Mark and his  family?

Master Doc began by slowly releasing the bindings on my body piercings, one
by  one. Each ring was examined quite carefully and cleaned of any build up of
dried  crust. I sure would feel better if the damn things would have healed
over by  now. Do you have any idea how disruptive it is when someone begins to
slide your  body ring through the hole in your skin if there is dry crust on
the ring?  Believe you me, you notice it right  away.

I knew  something was different when I felt Master Doc begin messing around
with the two  rods going through my thing. What He was doing was enlarging the
size of the  bar. As He withdrew the original bar, Master Doc was pushing
something of steel  through the opposing hole. Its main purpose was to enlarge the
existing hole,  permitting an even thicker rod to be placed through my thing.
The idea of  stretching the existing hole seemed a bit 'over the top' but
then again, I'm the  slave and have no say in  anything.
I yelped,  screamed and even raised my torso up off the sling; as the pain
was tremendous.  I could see that my agony brought about an ear to ear smile on
the face of  Master Doc. Was there an actual purpose to these bars with rings
on the ends of  them? They hadn't been used yet for anything so I'm guessing
that the only real  intention for them is purely for  decorations.

As sweat pour from my body, my Master returned and removed the ear plugs;
allowing the rush of sound to invade my senses. It seemed different in a way,
now that my hearing was back. I kind of liked it when I didn't hear  things.

Master leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek which seemed to ease my mind
 for a moment but I soon had to pay attention as Master began speaking. "I
received an email and a photograph from one of my new clients, and he and his
family thought that you'd look nicer if you had a few more decorations on your
 thing. After studying the picture for a few days and imagining you with the
added jewelry I must admit that I agree with them. They suggested that it be
done all at the same time, in order that the slave wouldn't have to endure
more  than the one time discomfort; which I'm sure any slave would agree to as
well.  From what Master Doc tells me, none of the new piercings will interfere
with any  bodily function; which of course is my main  concern."

I  could see that Master had the photo in his hand but He hadn't bother to
show it  to me; not that He had to of course, but it might have been one of
those times  He wanted to show me a bit of His pleasure.

The  clankety clank of a metal cart rolling into the studio caught my
attention and  moving my head I saw the butler pushing the cart closer and closer. To
my  surprise the housekeeper was right on his  heels.

It  seems as if Master is always pushing my body and spirit to the brink. I
couldn't  figure out why on earth the housekeeper was here, but I knew that
Master had His  reasons, and that was going to have good enough for me.

I fixed my  eyes on Master, trying not to think about the female in the
studio. Master came  over to me and helped me expel the plug that had been in my
mouth for hours. My  jaw ached but it was a relief to have my mouth back  again.

"I'm  sure that the slave is thirsty by now, so that is why I've removed your
plug.  But it will go back in when you have finished your water." Master said
 authoritatively.

The housekeeper came forward and hoisted what looked like a half gallon
bucket  over my mouth. In the bottom of the bucket was something that I was all to
familiar with; a water cock. She lowered it slowly into my mouth and I
quickly  put my lips around it just so she wouldn't lower it so much that the damn
thing  choked the life out of me. The water was ice cold, which was a welcome
relief as  well. As I sucked on the water cock, the housekeeper kept her other
hand busy by  gently tugging on some of the chains which were attached to my
nipples and  balls.

I  mean, I was getting used to her making comments about my body and grabbing
a  quick feel of my butt on occasion; but having her stand over me, acting
like she  was in charge, didn't seem to sit to well with me. I had to fend off
my  inhibitions about her if I was to please Master; which I did by
concentrating on  getting the bucket of water empty; even though the housekeeper took
additional  advantage of my bound body by running her hands up and down my torso
and into my  smooth  armpits.

"Don't go thinking that I'm done with you yet slave," she said; which once
again  put a bit of fear into  me.

The  water cock was retracted and once again I was looking into my Master's br
illiant  smiling face. "Now I know you've not pissed in awhile so I want you
to close  your eyes and try to concentrate on releasing all of your piss. It
may be  difficult but if you think about nothing more than having to piss,
you'll  piss."

So  now, I had to perform something which for the moment seemed highly
impossible.  How could I piss with all of these people around; not to mention that
my thing  was strung up like a chicken in a Chinese kitchen? I closed my eyes,
as Master  had commanded and tried my best to relax my bladder. I knew that my
piss, if I  could do it, was going to soar into the air and probably land on
me before  dripping down onto the  floor.

Before I knew what was happening or better yet who was doing it, my tunnel
was  getting a good tongue job. I could feel the warmth and constant flickering
of  the tongue going non-stop at licking around my swollen entrance. I'm sure
that  whoever was doing the licking was getting a good dose of anal grease.
Between the anal tongue job and my command to piss, it was over all too soon.
My  bladder let loose a horrendous amount of piss which went sailing upward
before  gravity took over.

"Now get  that fucking mess cleaned up slave, before I have your master cane
your fucking  ass," yelled the housekeeper. Who the fuck was she talking to
like that; the old  bitch!

My  question was answered when I saw Jordan stand up and begin to lick away
all of  the piss that was still on my body. I never saw him come into the room;
so I  guess he crawled in behind the butler and housekeeper. Any more
surprises for me  tonight? I sure as hell hope not; as I was still quite tired and
close to  exhaustion. I could go for something to eat but I know that Master
knows  best.

"Good  evening Sirs," came an all to familiar voice. It was Shaun. "I was
just on my  way to the cottage for the night and thought I'd stop in and let you
know that  the new slave is all bedded down for the night and I'm sure he
probably won't be  getting much  sleep."

"Well thank you Shaun. You've had an eventful day and I'm sure that you can
use  a good nights rest yourself." Master said in a brotherly way. " We were
just  getting this slave ready for a series of body piercings so that he will
look  something like this when he is done."

"Holy  fuck!" exclaimed Shaun after looking at the photo that Master just
handed him.  "That really looks great. The slave's thing will be a masterpiece of
art once  all of these things are done to it. You don't mind if I stay and
watch for  awhile do you  Sir?"

"Suit  yourself Shaun," replied Master Doc. "Neither of these two slaves will
be going  back to the barn tonight so there is really no need to concern
yourself with  having to get back up and taking them to their  stall."

"Now  then, let's get this going," began Master Doc, "I don't think any of us
want to  stay up all night and drag this out for hours. It will take long
enough as it is  and for me personally; well I think that I too have had a full
day, not to  mention the 'trip' to the clinic on my day  off."

There  was no mention of Mark during that exchange, but I knew what He meant.
I'm  guessing that Mark must have had an extremely painful and difficult time
at the  clinic.

"I've got the video clip all ready to go!" came the words from the cameraman
as  he bounded into the studio. "Holy shit, it sure looks like I missed a lot
of  excitement, just by the looks of the slave's  pussyhole."

Master spoke up, "Well good! And it appears that we have a couple of hours
before midnight, so why don't you pick up your hand held and start filming this
 part of the slave's indoctrination into the new  world."

I  put two and two together really quick and figured out that I'd been strung
up on  the sling for over seven hours. No wonder I was tired and hungry. I
watched as  the man began filming Jordan, who by now was back down on his hands
and knees  licking up the grease and piss off of the floor. I wondered, now,
just how 'bad'  my tunnel entrance looked; seeing as how the cameraman had made
such a blatant  comment about  it.

"You  know Sir," Shaun began, "I've had the privilege to learn quite a bit of
piercing  when I was employed in my other school; and I would be honored if
you would  allow me to unburden you by doing some of them for  you."

"Damn  almighty," Master Doc chimed, "That would be so gracious if you did
them all;  that is if the slave's master has no objection. Of course, I'll make
them for  you so you'll have an easier time of  it."

To my  surprise Master seemed pleased, to say the least, that Shaun stepped
forward and  offered assistance. I'm certain though that there was an ulterior
motive in his  offering. Shaun excused himself, in order that he could scrub
his hands before  donning the latex  gloves.

The  butler had gone over to the studio fuck bed and retrieved a pillow. He
folded it  in half and placed it under my head, as he put it; "so the slave can
watch as  the thing suffers." He wasn't lying; as now I could clearly see my
bound balls  and thing all strung up. "Would anyone care for a cool drink?" He
added with a  smile; to which everyone said 'no  thanks'.

It  sure seemed like everybody was making a big production out of me getting
a few  more piercings.

The  housekeeper in a joyous manner came forward with a small bottle of that
brown  stuff, along with a handful of gauze pads. She set about, soaking a pad
in the  liquid and proceeded to begin wiping down my entire thing and she
even went  beneath it; washing all the way down to my anal ring. Several more
applications  of the liquid were applied; and I can only assume, as a slave, that
the  housekeeper was really getting turned on by my thing and its prominent
jewelry.  I didn't have time to feel embarrassed, as she went about doing her
job; nor did  any of the Masters seem indifferent to her  work.

I  could only think that, as a slave, I had no choice but to allow this to
happen.  If Master wanted a female to touch this body then everything He wanted
was to be  respected.

When she was done, Master Doc came forward with a fancy measuring device and
began to measure the shaft from top to bottom. He made three distinct marks
on  my thing, with a matching mark on the opposite side.

What caught  me off guard was the fact that the markings were on the top of
my thing and on  the underside of my thing. There were three sets of markings.
One in front of  the horizontal piercing, one exactly in the middle of the two
horizontal  piercings and one equal distance as the first set of markings
behind the last  horizontal piercing. Holy shit, I'm getting three more rods run
through my  fucking cock! If it hurts like the first two, I'm in for a world
of fucking  hurt.

Master  Doc then began to measure the ridge of flesh just behind the tip of
my thing.  One by one, he made six sets of marks with the  pen.

He then  measured the amount of flesh that was on the underside of my thing,
making sure  that he considered the three existing marks. "You've got room for
eight if you  want all eight." He said, looking at my Master.

Master made  no effort to speak, but I watched as He nodded His head in
approval. Master Doc  once again made eight pair of marks on the underside of my
thing.

"And what  about these?" Master Doc said, pointing to something on the
photograph.

"If you think that they would be to much or that they would interfere with a
slaves' duties then we'll not have them installed." Master  responded.

Master Doc was silent, as he set about measuring and marking my body; just
below  the cinch ring and before the anal  piercing.

I  made a quick glance towards Master and could see Him clearly displaying a
pleasant smile; which made me  happy.

I  watched as the cameraman seemed to be getting everything down on film,
Jordan  was still out of sight, and I heard the snap of the latex gloves going on
to the  hands of Shaun. Another cursory glimpse towards the housekeeper, and
she seemed  mesmerized by the  proceedings.

Master came forth and re-inserted the mouth gag, as everyone looked on. He
kissed my forehead and looked me square in the eyes; as if to tell me that he
cared for  me.

I knew  that I was at the mercy of my Master. I knew that what my Master
wanted, He got.  I knew that this was just another step, another test, of my
willingness to  please my Master. I knew that I had to suffer, in order to bring
pleasure to  Master during this upcoming session; but I knew that I was safe in
the hands and  heart of my  Master.

By  the time I looked down towards my balls and thing; Master Doc had already
 stepped away and Shaun was standing tall between my bound legs.

All I could  really do at this point was to endure the session and perhaps
I'd be able to  somehow get into my 'private  space'.


Sail Away Chapter Forty  Eight

Master  remained by my side, continuously rubbing my chest; which made me
feel a bit  more at ease. Although I knew that it was inappropriate to look at a
free person  directly, I did it anyway.

Shaun was  preparing the things he would need to perform the next phase of my
decorations.  The housekeeper was looking down towards the floor in the area
directly in front  of Master Doc and the butler was standing on the opposite
side of the metal cart  and looked to me as if he was assisting Shaun.

My eyes  went back to Master Doc who seemed to be the most distinctive person
in the  studio at the moment. His eyes were closed and his arms seemed to be
down and a  little forward of his body. Then it came to me that Jordan must be
on his knees  giving Master Doc's cock a good blowjob. That was the only
explanation that I  could think of that would also being causing the housekeeper
to look in that  direction.

I didn't want to be caught staring, so I reverted my eyes back towards the
lower  part of my body; afterall, I was to be observing this upcoming  event.

Shaun  looked at Master just as he began speaking, "Sir, if you don't mind my
asking;  but would you like to extend the ringing by doing all of the holes
first and  then install the rings and studs? It is something which I've learned
that has a  great impact on a slave. It is, in some ways, associated with
what is called  'play piercing' and that seems to have a much greater effect on
slaves, not to  mention the beauty of seeing the needles all in place at the
same time. I  personally like that idea, as it seems to heighten the ceremony of
ringing a  slave. A good slave should welcome the decorations which his
Master bestows upon  him and it appears that the slave eventually begins to display
a sense of pride  when amongst slaves of a lower or different class. There
have been several  occasions at my former employment, whereby a slave was
subjected to a most  delightful session of the 'play piercing' and the slave seemed
to enjoy it.  Seeing your slave lay here before me, with the balls bound
tightly against the  thing is the only reason which I mention such,  Sir."

Master  stood silent; as He removed His hands from my skin. He looked me in
the face as  He answered Shaun. "Your ideas and suggestions are well taken. As
this slave's  Master I have such authority to permit your idea as fact. A good
slave must  always remember that the body he fills does not belong to him. A
slave, such as  this, all though he is purportedly a sex slave, should not
forget that his  Master or any future Masters he may have, just might also enjoy
a bit of the  extreme. I myself have seen the 'play piercing' done and I truly
enjoyed seeing  it. In time to come, this and other slaves might just be used
for such a  purpose; but not today. I'd love to see the balls, thing and
nipples decorated  with countless amounts of needles. The tiny droplets of blood
seem to bring  forth a certain crescendo of sexual euphoria. However, for today
just stay with  the prolonged needle insertions.  I believe that it will go
better and  faster if you simply leave all of the needles in place until you're
ready to put  the slave's rings and studs in  place."

I  think the combination of listening to my Master and the constant tongue
working  on His cock, caused Master Doc to throw His head back as He unloaded
what must  have been a sizeable load of manseed into Jordan's mouth. I could see
that  Jordan's devout determination to please a free man also seemed to bring
a broad  smile to the housekeeper's  face.

I  returned to process what Master had just told Shaun and come to realize
that I  was going to be a human pin cushion; or is that a slave pin cushion. I
envisioned what it must look like, let alone feel like with needles stuck in
one's tits and balls. I'm sure that it isn't a very pleasurable experience for
 anyone, especially a  slave.

"NO!"  shouted my Master.
I wasn't sure why  Master shouted like that until I saw Him step back a half
step and bring His  hand down hard. I heard His hand make contact with flesh;
and could only think  that Jordan was attempting to unzip my Master and
graciously suck His  penis.

Not  wanting his own moment of glory to fade into a room full of discontent,
Shaun  quickly ordered Jordan over and underneath the table which I was lying
on. It  was easy to hear the familiar sounds of a belt buckle and a zipper,
knowing now  that Shaun had defused the situation by offering Jordan another
cock to suck cum  out of.

As  Master returned to my side, the first needle made contact with my skin,
and I  gasped more out of surprise than pain. Shaun's first needle seemed to
have been  placed just above my anal ring.

As the  sensation subsided, I felt the clamp grip my skin again, followed by
another  needle stick. After two more needles, that part of the ordeal was
over. Shaun  seemed pleased with his work, and to prove that he enjoyed what he
was doing; he  began to twist each and every needle. He even went as far as to
pull each of  them back a little before pushing them forward again. I guess
that his technique  of body piercing has a little bit of a personal  flare.

I was  grateful for the moments of silence before Shaun began again. It
seemed as if  all the 'free men' wanted to see Shaun's handy work.  I denoted a
small  smile on my Master's face; which automatically sent the message to my
brain that  He was satisfied to this  point.

I  hadn't even thought about what Shaun was going to pierce next, as he once
again  spoke. "Sir, which set of piercings would you prefer to be done next?
The  remaining ones will all have just about the same degree of 'discomfort';
however  the three penetrating the shaft will likely take the most amount of
time and  persistence."

"Well why not just start again with the group on the underside of the thing,
then do the ring of piercings around the head of the thing and save the three
 deep piercings for last. That sounds like a plan, does it  not?"

Before  getting a response from Shaun, Master spoke to the cameraman; telling
him to  make sure that he gets plenty of 'footage' up close and personal. I
was  confident that the dude operating the camera was more interested in
filming the  blowjob action than focusing in on the needles protruding from my  skin.

The  clamp was placed way down on the shaft, awfully close to the cinch ring.
Even  the clamp seemed to send a brief, but sharp amount of discomfort to my
brain.  Shaun looked up at me, and seeing that I was indeed watching his every
move;  held the clamp in one hand and jabbed the needle through. It stung
like a bee,  but the sting rapidly dissipated. I made it through five more of the
same,  before Shaun declared that the underside of my thing looked
"smashingly  magnificent" and, "all of this sure will leave this slave without hopes of
ever  having a set of lips around his slave  meat".

The  needles were so long that I could quite easily see each of them dangling
 independently from both sides of my thing. Master commented to Master Doc,
that  he'd done a most excellent job in placing all of the markings; to which
Shaun  had proudly lanced. With so many needles down there, it was also easy to
note  that whatever loose flesh may have existed before; was now being pulled
taut by  the needles and I'm sure the rings will continue the  sensation.

I  was beginning to see myself in a whole new light. I suppose that Master
was  right. Well, I mean, I knew he was right. I don't own anything, anymore;
not  even this body. I'm sure that some of these 'decorations' were quite
aesthetic  to the eye of my Master; while others had already been shown to me to be
quite  useful as a mean to  control.

With a rather sinister look in his eyes, Shaun thusly conveyed to me that he
was  now going to pierce the ridge which goes around the thing. The instant he
put  the clamp in place, I began to scream and yelp behind my gagged mouth.
Master  had to use both of His hands to push down on my torso; as I'd arched my
body so  high that my chin was touching the middle of my chest. The sudden
commotion  seemed to catch everyone's attention. All but my Master were now
enveloped in  fits of  laughter.

Shaun seemed to beam, in light of my pain; as he extracted even more screams
and  yells from me as he pushed the needle through. I could feel the sweat
begin to  form on my face and in my outstretched armpits. As before he fiddled
with the  needle; and as my thing was still attached to the chain it gave me a
front row  seat of the latest needle. It was dead center of my thing and it
stuck out both  sides of my flesh like an arrow running through a  worm.

Shaun  had the best of two worlds. One he had a paying job and two; he got to
be around  naked flesh which he had earlier professed to be obsessed  with.

He  wasted little time in putting the clamp over the two matching, evenly
spaced  marks and in no time he had the second needle sticking out of my skin.
Now I was  seeing those little drops of blood that were mentioned  earlier.

Both Masters moved over for a closer look and both seemed excited at the
outcome, so far. Shaun paused for a minute, so that the butler and housekeeper
could get a well deserved look as well. The housekeeper made some remark to the
 butler but since her head was turned away from me, I never knew what she'd
said.

I  really had to struggle in order to breath; as my heart rate must have been
off  the charts as the clamp was once again put in place. By the time the
last needle  had been put in place on the right side of my thing, I was desperate
for a  break. Shaun, in his 'infinite' wisdom must have read my mind. Instead
of  starting on the last half of the circle, he paused long enough to dab off
the  accumulated blood which had now dripped down onto my hairless pubic
region.  He'll never know just how glad I was that he hadn't decided to play with
the  five needles sticking out around half of my  thing.

Master allowed the sweat to accumulate, thus creating a rather pungent odor
in  the small area which all of us occupied. By now, even my chest and stomach
was  covered in a sheen of perspiration; but no one seemed indifferent to it.

Well, so  much for his 'infinite wisdom'. I thought (donâ^À^Ùt remind me) Shaun
stopped on  account of me but I was totally wrong. Through all of my yelling
and screaming,  I'd forgotten about one thing; one person actually. Shaun had
stopped to  experience the natural animalistic ritual of his orgasm. His entire
body  shuddered as he unloaded into Jordan's  mouth.

Shaun  dropped his head, now speaking to Jordan; "Now turn around and get to
work on  the slave's tunnel." That's all he said. In a matter of seconds, the
pain was  gone and I was beginning to feel 'normal'  again.

Not  to sound gross or nothing, but I'm positive that Jordan was nibbling on
the  puffy areas which surrounded my tunnel. At times I thought as if his face
was  completely buried against by body; which was something I'd not yet
experienced,  but in my current position anything might just be possible. His
tongue worked  the lining of my guts as I began to moan softly with a bit of
passion tossed  in.

It must  have been too obvious to all the others standing around, as Shaun
once again  began his methodical, disturbing work. I tried to think of nothing
else except  Jordan and it helped, but only a little. I'd have to say that the
clamping of my  skin hurt just as much as the needle. Finally that part was
over with; well  except for the actual installation of the  jewelry.

I  couldn't believe how much enjoyment, pleasure, sadistic satisfaction that
anyone  can have over having a slave decorated like this, but I was finding
out that  Shaun certainly was one of those. My body was looking more and more
like a pin  cushion, as tell-tell drops of blood continued to land on my
stomach.

I  knew that there were only three needles left to go; but I knew from the
two  shaft piercings that my thing already had, that these three were going to
be the  worst of the  night.

By  now I could feel my blood taking command. It, along with my heart,
continued to  race; some from pain, some from anguish and yet some from
anticipation. Sweat  continued to rain from my bound body as Master moved in ever so close
to inspect  Shaun's last set of needles. The sling began to move, as Master
grabbed one of  the chains to balance himself as he moved to within inches of
my thing and  balls.

"I'm  beginning to see why some masters really do enjoy having their slaves
ringed in  such a manner. Not only does it prevent self abuse, it also
enlightens the  particular slave that his life is no longer his; reminding him that
all things  good and proper are pleasing to his master. Thusly, in time; I may
just require  more decorations." Master said to anyone and everyone who could
hear His  voice.

Master Doc add, "Yes, and if it wasn't so damn unsanitary, I'd even leave the
 needles in. But unfortunately such is not the case here and soon the slave
will  have his rings and bars. Let's finish the last three, which should be a
bloody  mess; then we all can go upstairs and launch our newest website. It
will be  interesting to see who and how many are interested in having a slave of
their  own, and how many, if any would desire us to properly train their own
slave or  slaves. I'm certain that not only will we be able to provide ample
and proper  training for their slaves; but I sure that there will be enough moms
and dads  that want or need to make some extra cash by selling their sons. I
don't think  we are going to have any major competition here in the states and
I know that  with our low overhead we will be so much more competitive in
just about every  aspect."

"You're quite right," replied Master. "Ever since the government reinstituted
 slavery, it really hasn't had a good foot hold in America. But now with our
website it won't take long for others to recognize a good thing when they see
 it. Besides, it won't be long before the state comes knocking on our door
and  wanting us to take in some of the state owned slaves from the courts; until
they  can be sold  off."

Now I  know I'm not up to speed on slavery in America, but just hanging here
listening  to free men talking about other humans like they are nothing more
than meat and  dollar signs, sure does put my life into prospective. I wonder
if someone came  along and offered a sizeable sum of cash for me or Jordan, if
the Masters would  sell us off.

"I know," Shaun interjected, "Let me finish up with this slave and then we
can  all go upstairs and celebrate as the website starts up. That way we can
just  leave the slaves down here and think about what has just happened and who
and  what they are; before we slide on the  decorations."

Everyone took their places, as Shaun pushed Jordan's head even tighter up
against my tunnel. Shaun swabbed my shaft one more time with the antibiotic
before he picked up the first of three  needles.

There wasn't going to be any clamp this time. I watched as Shaun lined the
needle up; knowing that any second now the pain would rush back. His free hand
took a firm grip on my shaft, just below where he was going to puncture my
skin,  and he squeezed with all his strength. I knew, by watching Shaun, when to
inhale  and when to exhale. Just as I began to exhale, the needle made
contact and Shaun  effortlessly guided it through the meat of my thing until the tip
of the needle  came through on the other side. He quickly dabbed away the
blood to confirm that  he'd come out exactly where the black mark had been
placed. He was proud of  himself for lancing my thing with perfection. The last two
needles went as the  first; painful yet bearable, probably due to the minor
distraction at my tunnel.  Once again both Masters took a look-see and they
commended Shaun on his  performance. It seems as if they were both quite pleased
with the unexpected  arrival of Shaun to their plantation.

All of the  needles were then sprayed with some kind of liquid that was going
to keep me and  the needles clean and sterile until the free men returned to
install the  rings.

The  butler and housekeeper came up for an up close and rather personal look
at the  needles. Both of them seemed amazed that the human body could be
changed on the  wants and desires of another person. "To bad," the housekeeper
blunted stated;  "this once was a nice looking manly cock, great for fucking and
sucking. But now  it ain't nothing more than a piece of sausage waiting for me
to cook it. I got  me one pair of slave balls to cook up in the morning and
it's to bad we ain't  got another set to go along with them, not to mention I
can find me a good  recipe for a cock and ball stew, if'n we had us a nice meaty
 cock,"

Everyone in the room began laughing. All that is, except me and Jordan. Both,
 the butler and housekeeper were quickly excused from the studio; as Shaun
cleaned up the tray, getting it ready for  later.

"When  we leave, you slaves may have that time to use as your 'free time';
with the  exception that the slave is to remain in the sling. Just remember that
there  will be no sexual contact between you two slaves. Now get up off your
fucking  knees and find something to do, unless you want a punishment
session." Master  Doc barked down at  Jordan.

"Oh,  I almost forgot," Master said as he moved over to rummage through one
of the  small dressers. "We need to keep the slave's hole nice and pretty for
later on,  so I'm thinking this "King Kong" plug should fit him quite nicely
now."

I only  got a glimpse of the damn thing before Master pushed it or should I
say forced  it, into my tunnel. I yelped behind the gag as the muscles
stretched even  further than before. The sheer weight of the plug was enough to send
shockwaves  of fear into my body. It had to weigh at least five pounds, if not
more. I sure  hope that I don't have to crawl around with it up my  ass.

"I hope  that my buddy down at the other place got the chance to box up all
of my stuff,"  Shaun said, "I've got all my clothes and a bunch of goodies that
will come in  handy up at the barn. One of my favorite things is shaving boys
and turning them  into hairless slaves; with my straight razor. There's
nothing better than to  feel the hair glide off the skin of a taint little slave
boy. I say this only  because this slave (Jordan) is in dire need of a good
shave and I'm just the man  to give it to  him."

There  weren't any follow up comments to Shaun's; as the three men left us
two slaves  alone. Jordan quickly came to me and removed the latex mouth gag.
My jaw  was so sore, and I had to ask Jordan to massage my face so that the
stiffness  might  subside.

As  he gently soothed away the aches, Jordan continued to look, in total
silence at  my bound, suspended body. "I fucking can't believe that your Master is
giving  you all these new rings and stuff. I thought you looked great just
the way you  are. Are your nipples hurting you, all stretched out like this?
Your balls are  turning blue from all the stretching they've been getting
tonight. Your eyes are  all puffy from fussing and all. I need to get you cleaned up
some, before they  all come back. I'll get you something cold to drink. I hate
to see you this way.  I would rather have taken your place than to see you go
through all of  this."

I was  glad when Jordan fell silent. I was beginning to think that Jordan
really didn't  mean a damn thing he said. There had to be some reason that Jordan
never seemed  to be getting the 'raw deal'. He got to suck and get fucked
more than anyone  that I've seen in the last few weeks. He's only had the one
punishment session  last week and that was all. There has to be more to his story
than I know; but  then, what the hell am I supposed to know. I mean, like he
is most always with  Master Doc. Jordan, ever since I met him, always seems to
be on the side of the  free men. Is Jordan some kind of snitch or something?
I'm trying to be a good  person, a good slave; but now I'm guessing that I'm
doing it all, for all the  wrong fucking reasons.  Do you think that Master
would ever think of  selling me to somebody else? I heard what they all said and
I bet if somebody  flashed a wad of money around, I'd be gone in a fucking
heart  beat.

Jordan  came back with a basin of warm water and a soft cloth and began
rinsing away the  sweat and stench from my body. His eyes didn't seem to be focused
on any one  thing in particular, and he wasn't saying anything. I had to talk
with him now,  as I don't know when another chance would arise. I must choose
my words very  carefully, lest he go and tell somebody everything that we
discussed.

"Thanks Jordan, the warm water feels so good," I said trying to work my way
into  a more in depth conversation with  him.

"You're  most welcome John," came his  reply.

"Did  you ever meet Shaun back at the school, before he showed up here?" I
asked.

"Yeah, I'd seen him around a few times, but I never had to be with him, if
you  know what I  mean."

"I'm  wondering," I started, choosing each word carefully. "Back at school,
why'd you  have to get all your decorations? It sounds as if Master Doc isn't
one who likes  to many rings and stuff." I asked with a sheepish tone in my
voice.

"I  was just as surprised as anybody," Jordan replied. "I think it had to do
more  with the Headmaster than anything. He's kind of freaky and he thinks all
slaves  must have rings. I'm hoping that in time my rings can come out for
good; but I  don't honestly see that ever happening. It's just a wish that I
have. It's not  that I don't like rings, but, well, you know, they always look
better when they  are on somebody else, like you for instance. I think you will
always carry  yourself well with your rings, which is more than I can say for
myself."

Well, that answer sucks. I guess I'll try another question. "Why do you
suppose  Master lets the young kids use me? They all seem really excited every
fucking  time they are around me. Have they ever played with  you?"

"Well  no, they haven't 'played' with me; except the occasional grope or butt
slap when  I'm out cleaning the pool. I suppose your Master lets them 'play'
with you so  that you can get used to other men using your body. Afterall, you
don't have  much experience yet in all the ways to please a man. I'm sure
that your Master  will intensify your training so that you will one day even be
able to bring  pleasure and much joy to even the  boys."

I  should have gone on to another question, but for some reason I just had to
 respond to what Jordan had just said. "I'm not comfortable having a bunch of
 teenagers flaunt their freedom over me. I don't like having to think about
sucking their cocks or letting them fuck me. If I'm older than they are, they
shouldn't be allowed to even be around me. And what do you mean by 'Master
will  intensify my training'? Don't you think I've been put through enough?
Wasn't all  of this done just so I could get a true understanding of slavery?  "

"Take it  easy John Henry! One question at a time ole boy." Jordan began,
with a degree of  what I'd call dominance in his voice. "First off, you don't get
to pick and  choose who fucks you or whose cock you suck. It could be
somebody who is even  younger than those teenagers if you're Master so commands. You,
as a slave have  no say in the matter, or any matter as far as a Master is
concerned.   Besides, how is your Master going to find out which boy might just
make a good  slave or better yet a good Master. You heard what they said about
their website!  They are in this for the long haul and I'm positive that
they'll be making a ton  of cash from training and selling slaves. So just relax
and let the boys enjoy  'playing' with your body. But, what I'm hearing a lot
of is the words "I" and  "my"; and you'd better get those fucking words out of
your vocabulary pretty  damn fast. There is no more 'my and I'! As far as your
training goes; give me a  fucking break, will ya! You haven't seen the half
of it yet. You've got so much  more to learn, it ain't funny! From what I hear,
you ain't even sucking cock all  that good yet; so just keep that in mind the
next time you get one between your  lips. Right off the top of my head, I'd
say you got gallons of cum yet to go,  before you can proclaim yourself as a
good cocksucker. Not to mention you've got  months and months of swallowing piss
ahead of you, and perhaps if your Master is  in a bad mood, He might just
make you lick his butt after he takes a good  healthy shit. Nothing worse than
having shit streaks on your Master's skin. A  slave like you will learn to
accept anything that is required of  you."

I  could tell that Jordan was getting upset with me; although I didn't really
care.  I paused briefly and decided to change the subject matter for the time
being.  "Jordan, thanks man; I owe you one (not). What do you suppose they
did with  Mark?"

"Jesus, boy are you stupid or what!" Jordan shouted down at me. "Didn't you
hear  one fucking thing they were talking about all day long? Mark got his
balls  removed at Master Doc's clinic in town. The boy's father doesn't want him
having  balls so that he'd ever get the idea of fucking his brother, who is now
going to  be in charge of the dumb shithead. It wouldn't surprise me if they
done  something else to him, but I don't know nothing for sure,  yet."

Confirming my suspicions about Mark, made my stomach churn. How can a father
have his own son castrated? How can a brother be 'in charge'? Mark is at
least  three years older than his brother, so that doesn't sound right at all.
But, the  kid did make me service his cock earlier in the day, so perhaps it is
true what  Jordan is saying. Now I had to press on, and ask questions about me,
yes me; the  one who isn't supposed to think! Both of us remained silent, as
Jordan continued  wiping down my body, being somewhat careful as he cleaned
around my puffy and  grossly enlarged tunnel entrance, plugged with an obscene
butt  plug.

"Man,  you sure know how to make a slave feel good Jordan. Thanks for being
gentle on  my body with the washcloth and all." I said once again in sort of an
apologetic  tone. "Do you think that the argument Master and my father had
earlier is the  end of their friendship? I remembered Jordan's admonishment
about me asking to  many questions at  once.

"It  sure sounded like it to me bro. I don't know what started them two
fueding but  it sure got hot in a hurry. I'm concerned a little bit though, just
because of  you. Your Master is the legal holder of your temporary placement
papers and if  he wanted to, you'd never see your dad ever again. I'd hate to see
that happen,  just because I'm thinking that you and your dad could make some
sort of a good  team. I'm not sure about the business end of it though, but
I'm almost sure that  you'd make him a proud slave  owner."

I  could have, and should have spoken up about Jordan's thinking I'd make a
good  slave for my dad, but I didn't. Instead, after a quick pause I fired off
yet  another question. "Who do you suppose would have sent Master a photograph
of a  cock and balls full of piercings?" By asking this question, I just
might get an  insight as to how much information Jordan is really privy to.  He
had told  me weeks ago how much he knew about everything that went on aboard
dad's ship;  so I'm taking the chance that he just might know what the hell is
going on  around here as  well.

"John  Henry, I'm only speculating here, but I'd say that it is someone who
has seen a  picture of you and is a good friend of your Master. Most masters
seem to  gravitate towards the same goals and our are no different. A lot of
masters  share ideas with one another, such as that photograph. Perhaps whoever
sent it  to your Master has his own slave decorated like the cock and balls in
the  picture. It could even be a picture of the slave in question. But, on the
other  hand; let's just say that your Master has plans down the road to sell
you off.  In addition, let's just assume that the person, who wants to own
you, likes a  slave's thing and balls to look just like yours. So therefore, if
your Master  decorates you like the photograph and sends the man another photo
of you all  nice a pretty; the man, or Master, may just make up his mind to
purchase your  slave ass and then he'd own you permanently, not like now with
your temporary  papers. And of course you know that in American once a slave has
permanent  papers he or she can not be resold,  EVER!"

Well,  in fact I didn't know that. I didn't know a lot of things that Jordan
was  saying; but I did know that he had no reason to be lying to me, so I took
it all  as true and factual. I probably should have stopped right then and
there and not  asked anymore questions; but as it would turn out, I wasn't done
yet. I hadn't  used any previous time to ask questions and I didn't know when
the next  opportunity would present itself, SO  THERE!

"So,  Jordan; I guess that Shaun now has possession of the cottage and you
and I are  going to live permanently in the barn. Shaun probably has a mean
streak a mile  wide and I bet both of us will be in a world of hurt if either of
us fucks up.  I'd be better off back at school. At least I wouldn't have to be
sleeping in  straw." Then after a split second I dropped the big one on
Jordan. "Hey, you  never did tell me about you. Do you think that somebody will buy
your slave ass,  if your Master decides to sell off your temporary  papers?"

There was a coldness that fell out of the sky, as Jordan was caught off guard
by  my question. You could hear the proverbial 'pin drop'. "There you go
again John  Henry; asking a mountain of questions that you don't even need be
concerning  yourself with. But since you asked; NO! I can't be sold off. Master
Doc already  holds my permanent papers. I'm His slave for life! He bought my
papers while I  was still aboard your old mans fucking boat. So there! Ya fucking
happy now?  You're the one that needs to worry about getting sold off. Hell,
if I was your  father, I'd buy your sorry fucking ass back and make you suffer
all day long.  I'd fuck you till your hole was big enough for a damn
watermelon. Or I'd sell  you off to some old lady so's she could bed with you. But who
gives a shit! Once  a slave, always a slave! That's my  motto!"

After that exchange of words, Jordan ceased his washing; which was almost
complete anyway. I watched him storm away to empty the wash basin. He was
pissed, really pissed; and it showed. He walked so fast that his cheeks were
rubbing together, swishing as it were; just like one of the fairy queens we had  in
senior  high.

I had  enough info now that I needed time to process it all. I wasn't
supposed to  process nothing, nada, zilch. When Jordan returned he seemed to be a lot
calmer  and he reminded me that it wasn't up to me what happens to me at any
given time.  He told me in a rather polite way that I should simply forget
about "this  ridiculous conversation", and concentrate on being the best 'slave
pussy' that I  could possibly  be.

The  sound of laughter filled the hallway, outside the studio. Their voices
were  loud; louder than I'd ever heard them. It sounded as if Master had gotten
out of  his anger mood and was now feeling much better.

The three  men entered and it was apparent that they'd had a few drinks. They
weren't drunk  or nothing; but the odor of alcohol was permeating from their
clothes.

Jordan quickly put the gag back in my mouth and knelt in submission to his
Master.

Shaun went right between my legs, as if he was more than eager to install the
 rings.

My  Master once again took His place next to my chest, just as Shaun began
installing the rings; in the same order in which he'd begun the piercings.

The needles  seemed to slide out quite easily, which must have been
attributed to the stuff  Shaun had sprayed on earlier. One by one, a ring was used to
push the needle out  of my body.

I could feel the rings above my anal piercing and I knew instantly that they
were almost the same identical size, but perhaps a tad smaller. I watched
intently as Shaun began guiding the rings into place on the bottom side of my
thing. The ring nearest the cinch ring was the largest and they progressively
got smaller as they were installed, leading up to the head of the  thing.

There  were a total of nine, smaller rings, which went completely around the
ridge of  my thing. They were all the same size, which made the thing look
rather  majestic.

The three bars that ran through the shaft were the most difficult for me to
endure. There is so much 'meat' that the needle and the bar have to travel
through, that there is simply no way not to experience the pain and  discomfort.

Everyone beamed with overwhelming delight at all of my new rings and bars. I
even thought that Shaun had done a grand job, but I sort of wished that none
of  them were on my thing; Jordan's yes, just not  mine.

"The  slave needs to piss soon, so that the piss tube can clean itself out."
Shaun  said.

"Yes,  I'll see to it that the slave pisses before he sleeps," replied
Master. "We'll  have the slave tidy up, so why don't you retire for the night Shaun.
You've had  a long and prosperous day and you look as if a good nights sleep
is in  order."
Shaun wasted  no time, as he excused himself and made a hasty retreat. Master
Doc, on the  other hand started up a conversation with Master; as Jordan
remained kneeling  and I was left bound to the  sling.

>From  their chat, I learned that the website went up on time, without flaws,
without  problems. It took less than five minutes before Master's
acquaintances were  logged onto the website. It took less than fifteen minutes before the
first  'paying' customer signed up. Within thirty minutes there had been 106
subscriptions sold and there were over a dozen of the 'elite' group online
looking at the new website and emailing Master about 'this and that'. They
seemed anxious to return to the upstairs office and find out for themselves what
had since transpired. One thing for sure, they were making money off of naked
boys and  slaves.

Master Doc and Jordan were the first to leave, assuming that they were going
to  go upstairs and fool around with the  website.

Master came up and removed the mouth gag; and as He did such, He commented on
 how proud He was of me for the way I maintained a good and proper slave
mentality throughout the entire piercings session. I was told that I'd be
sleeping in the studio bed for tonight; as sleeping on straw just might agitate  the
new decorations.  Now that was a blessing in disguise for  sure!

Master  released my wrists from the chains and it was such a good feeling to
be able to  shake the soreness out. I hadn't realized just how much tension
had been placed  on my shoulders and in my  armpits.

I  was a bit surprised at first when Master left my ankles high and wide.
But,  before I knew it, the humongous plug had been removed and replaced with
three of  Master's fingers.

As his  fingers roamed around inside what must by now be the human version of
the Grand  Canyon, he used his free hand to release all of the other
bindings. I looked  down as close to my tits as possible and realized just how much
longer they had  been stretched. Now I could understand the word 'teats', which
Master had  occasionally used when referring to stretching my nipples. It was
a monumental  relief to have my balls and thing surviving on their own,
without the chains  holding them up.

Master had  located my 'hard spot' which sent a signal to my thing; which
began pulsing and  bobbing all by itself. I knew what was coming and I closed my
eyes to enjoy the  sensual effects. My balls strained against their own
confinement, as the inner  fluids began to make the journey. Master's fingers began
what I can only  describe as a 'frantic attack on the hard spot.' Several
minutes later, my thing  erupted in a most magnificent way; sending slave cum all
up and down my  chest.

I  cleaned Master's fingers, like a good slave and He then released my ankles
from  their chains. Master helped me off the sling and onto the floor into my
hands  and knee position. He quickly placed a bucket beneath my thing and
told me to  stay put until I'd flushed out the thing.

It was a  much needed relief to piss, although it was rather like being an
animal in many  ways. From there Master led me over to the bed, where once again
I found myself  chained by my wrists and ankles to the four corners, but not
before Master had  put the cannon ball sized plug back into my  tunnel.

The  lights went out, sending the room into total darkness; with only the
last words  of the day; "Good slave, sleep  well."

I had  much to think about, many avenues to explore, feelings and emotions to
deal with  and understand.

To Be continued

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