Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2006 18:44:57 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 49

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Sail Away Chapter  Forty Nine

I  slept like a baby last night, and when I woke; I could hardly wait to be
released from my bonds. Not only did I have to piss really bad, but my thing
and  balls were black and blue; not to mention that my thing seemed a lot more
swollen compared to the first time it had been  pierced.

The  room was still pitch black when I woke, but it gave me additional time
to think  about yesterday and more importantly; it gave me a little time to
sort through  everything that I could remember of my dreams and thoughts while I
slept.

It  was so quiet down here, alone; but I could make out the faintest of
footsteps on  the floor above. It seemed as if at least two people were up and busy
doing  something. Finally, the door opened and the butler came in to release
my chains  and permitted me to crawl over to the shower area and empty my
bladder.

I  was dutifully informed that my morning meal would be available up at the
barn,  along with my normal enema and shower. I crawled awkwardly this morning,
all due  to the new butt plug lodged in my tunnel.

As I was  making my way across the cool floor in the kitchen, I saw Jordan
off in a corner  eating his breakfast, just like a good and proper slave. His
face was buried in  the large metal  bowl.

He,  Jordan, didn't even acknowledge me as I traversed the kitchen. I
struggled just  a bit, as I made my way down the few steps onto the pool deck and
headed over to  and out the back gate. I glanced over to the cottage and an eerie
feeling of  abandonment began flowing over me.

The closer  I got to the barn, the more nervous and hesitant I got. I
couldn't believe  everything from last night had really happened; but a quick look
downward at my  thing and balls validated the previous  night.

The  barn for some reason looked foreboding, as the sun started its journey
skyward.  I couldn't even begin to think about Mark and his tribulations of
yesterday. All  I knew was that today was Monday and that meant that I'd been
here ten days  already. I had to face each day as if it were a new beginning, if
I was to  survive. I had to somehow evade any thoughts of Jordan or anyone
else if I was  to make it. I still couldn't believe that in my mind, Jordan had
(perhaps)  played me like a frig'n fool. Wasn't it bad enough that dad had
started me off  down this road of slavery, under one if not more guises of fame
and  fortune.

Surely Master must care for me more than He is letting on. He did say that He
 had waited many years for this, and THIS is how He treats His nephew? I felt
a  bit betrayed, perhaps by everyone, since I'd left home. At least mom had
sent me  a great letter, which thankfully I'd committed to memory. But, I had
to think  about my Master and all the ways which will please Him. Perhaps
Jordan was right  and I'm not a good cocksucker just yet. Lord knows that I haven't
had enough  piss to swallow, so nobody can hold that against me; it's not my
idea or my  fault.

Hell,  Jordan thrives on cock and assholes. I suppose he must have been
having man to  man sex for a number of years, but he shouldn't have talked down to
me as he was  my better. How many times had he told me that he was here to
help me learn? What  had Jordan taught me? Perhaps he has taught me not to put
all of my trust and  faith in  him.

As I  crawl closer and closer to the barn, one truck of workers is already
driving  down the dirt lane. I can only imagine what they are going to say about
all of  my new decorations; not to mention the most recent slave boy Mark.  I
can  see Shaun, walking around outside the slave entrance to the barn;
probably  keeping an eye on me, or taking a smoke break. I don't see Mark, but then
again  I really didn't expect to see  him.
I wonder, now  more than ever, if Master has plans to train me more on
becoming a proper slave  and then putting my ass up for sale. I don't think He
would; not after  everything He has had done to me, and everything thing He has
done with me. I'm  betting that Jordan just said that to put the 'fear' into my
soul.

I'm so  close to the barn now that I can smell the straw and see the three
workers who  are just milling around inside. Shaun stands there with his arms
folded as if he  is the greatest gift to slavery on this planet; gawking at me
as I approach. I  put my personal thoughts on hold, for now; as I come to a
stop in front of  Shaun.

Lessons and punishments came to mind, as I leaned down and kissed the dusty
pair  of boots. I knew that Shaun probably knew every damn rule and procedure
that was  ever written at school; and I didn't want to be on the receiving end
of any  undue disciplinary  session.

"You are to always refer to me as Sir," Shaun barked. "I don't ever want to
see  your eyes looking at me, nor do I ever want to hear you speak unless
commanded  to do so. You will always remain in the proper mode of movement, unless
otherwise told. Any hesitation or reluctance on the slaves part will result
in  immediate sanctioned  discipline."

Shaun simply stopped his cursory introduction of himself, as he wheeled
himself  around and began walking the few steps into the barn. I obediently
followed  him.

The  workers who were here this morning weren't here on Saturday, so they had
no clue  as to who Mark was, or what else had transpired. Thankfully, for me,
that would  turn out to be a good  thing.

I  continued following Shaun, as he led me over to what was now to be my
home, or  should I say stall. He simply pointed to the two bowls on the floor and
ordered  me to eat my morning meal. While I ate, all I could think of was just
how much  Shaun seemed to desire to run the slaves in a quasi-military
fashion. The one  thing I hadn't counted on was the fact that Shaun took great pride
in making  sure that any and all slaves under his control were properly
cleaned out and  scrubbed well on the outside. To obtain such results, Shaun
performed the  arduous task of administering my enema and to the scrubbing of my
body.

He had  taken care, not to abuse the fresh piercings for which I was
appreciative.  Dripping wet, I followed him over to where the two tables had been set
up for  Master Doc. There, on one of the tables was  Mark.

Mark  had be trussed up in a similar fashion as I'd been last night; with the
 exception that he was on a hard surface. It was easy for me to see the
bandage  below his cock, yet it wasn't so large that it covered his anal piercing.
His  butt was plugged and I can only assume that his mouth was also.  There
was  one of those hospital poles next to his shoulder with some kind of liquid
being  administered to his body. There was no sound coming from the table, so I
assumed  that the slave was still sleeping  soundly.

I  was ordered up onto the second table, whereby it was now a lot easier to
see  Mark. Indeed, his eyes were closed. I, too, was bound to the table; just
as I'd  been last night. Surely I wasn't going to loose my balls?

Shaun set a  couple of items on my stomach, which he used to meticulously
clean and sanitize  each and every one of my piercings; both old and new. The
cleaning was quite  painful; something along the lines of stinging and a mild
burning sensation.  Shaun was silent throughout; probably concentrating on the
job at hand, or job  in hand as the case may  be.

With my  head flat on the table, it was difficult to actually see what he was
doing; so I  had to rely on my senses and my brain to tell me what he was
doing. The only  time that I did see him was when he worked on my nipple rings
and my septum  piercing.

Shaun looked over, and back, towards the workers who seemed to be busy and
said  to them, "If any of you men feel the need to fuck a slave today, please
make use  of this one, " he said pointing to me. "He's going to be on the table
until noon  time, so don't be bashful, and remember to put his plug back in
after you've  fucked him."

There seemed to be a considerable amount of cheers and shouts, coming from
the  workers, and that was all I needed to hear. I knew right then that I was in
for  a long day.

I must have laid there for a time, before I saw my first assailant. He was
one  of the younger ones who had a cute smile which matched his face. He leaned
in  over my face and told me to 'enjoy the  ride.'

I had  to kind of help push, as he pulled on the butt plug. I'm thinking that
he really  hadn't been exposed to much man on man sex before; or at least not
like  this.

I was  amazed that I could even feel his cock inside me, as after last night
I would  have thought my tunnel was beyond constricting against a man's rigid
cock.  However, I did feel him make an easy entrance up my tunnel, as he
continued  commenting on the fact that 'this is the best ass I've ever fucked; and
I've  fucked more than my share of little pussy  boys.'

The  manor and way in which the man fucked me, told the story; as for sure he
had  been accustomed to fucking a rectum. Whether or not it was a mans' ass
he'd  always had wasn't clear; but he sure did like fucking me like a dog in
heat. The  other thing that set him apart from those who'd already feed my
tunnel their  sperm; was the ear piercing, gut wrenching sound he made when he
exploded deep  within my guts. The amount of his sperm was detectable, only to the
point where  I knew it seemed to be more than some of the  others.

The  grease had began to soften and mixing with the man's sperm, made the
insertion  of the butt plug all that much easier; for which I was most thankful.

I thought  perhaps that Shaun would have been observing and/or commenting
during the attack  on my ass; but not only did I not see him; I didn't hear him.
I turned my head  to the side, to watch for any signs of movement from Mark
but he was still  floating on cloud nine.

After the  third man had drained his scrotal contents into me, Shaun came
over and released  me from the bindings; and ordered me into my stall. By now I'd
lost any and all  apprehensions about being used by a 'free man'; which sure
did help me to  concentrate and think on a lot of other more pressing  matters.

By  the time I reached my stall and had my collar chained firmly to one of
the many  eyelets spaced all around; Shaun came up and stood directly in front
of me,  keeping his hands to his  sides.

Rapid  flashbacks to one of my many lessons and I was using my teeth to unzip
his dirty  and smelly shorts. I proceeded, the best I could, to get his cock
free. Once it  was free, I promptly placed it in my mouth. Soon after, I was
swallowing for all  I was worth; as his piss burst into the back of my mouth
and down my throat. It  was over in no time, and Shaun didn't wait around for me
to put his cock back  and zip him up. He simply shook off one or two
remaining droplets onto my face  and left.

I  was swallowing my fourth load of man piss, just as Shaun and Master
appeared in  my stall.  The last worker exited, on his way to lunch and this gave
Master  ample time to admire the new decorations; before he, too, drained his
bladder  into my stomach. I made sure, this time, to give His cock a little
extra sucking  action upon completion; as I didn't want Him to find any drops of
urine dripping  from His most admirable manstick. "I think I'll fuck his brains
out after  lunch," Master said in a rather humorous way. "I need to take
advantage of his  young and eager mouth before the slave becomes 'hardened and
mindless' to all of  his responsibilities. It is so much better to train a slave
than it is to own  one, as well trained slaves are excellent in what they do,
they leave little to  no chance to find fault with their activities."

Okay, so  now Master is telling Shaun that He hopes I fuck up. And if I fuck
up, I'm to be  punished.  I'm just going to have to do much better in
everything that I'm  told to do, or forced to do.  Punishment is something that all my
life, was  only a word in a dictionary. Now the word meant pain and
suffering. I guess  Shaun isn't the type of teacher that would send me to the
principles office.

Master left  the barn as fast as he'd arrived. My lunch was brought into the
stall, along  with a bowl of water. I ate every bit of slave chow and wanted
to ask for more;  as my hunger pain hadn't subsided all that much.  The slave
chow tasted  different than this mornings, and perhaps is the reason that I ate
it all. Not  long after I'd washed it all down with nearly lapping the water
bowl dry; that  my stomach began to feel bloated. Cramps followed and soon I
was curled up on  the floor, in agonizing pain.

"I see the  slave enjoyed his meal," Shaun sternly commented. "A good and
well trained slave  learns not to eat to fast, as the food mixes rapidly with
water and has a  tendency to cause bowel spasms if the two are mixed together in
great  quantities."

Great, now  he tells me! A lesson well learned, but unfortunately for me, a
slave, there was  no sympathy or solution to my problem. Shaun simply left me
on the floor,  twisting and turning as the meal continued to deliver its
intended consequences.  The course fibers of the straw seemed relentless, as it
almost felt delight in  aggravating my most recent body piercings. My bladder,
being full, combined with  my turbulent stomach; caused me to let loose with a
steady stream of slave piss,  which did nothing to relieve the spasms. The stink
of my piss only amplified my  anguish.
After a  lengthy time, my body seemed to settle down and I was able to come
to grips,  once again, with my current situation. A large plastic bucket was
tossed into my  stall, followed by Shaun's not so courteous order to put the
soiled straw in the  bucket. As I cleaned up the piss laden straw, I noticed that
Shaun wasn't  standing over me. I'm guessing that he had plenty of other
things to do to  occupy his time, rather to watch a slave perform such a menial
task.

The  afternoon was really quiet. I stayed in my stall the entire time. Shaun
seemed  to have been kept busy with staying on top of the workmen, as
apparently there  were a ton of questions that needed answering; regarding where this
and that  were to be installed. The only work I had to do was to act as the
urinal for the  three workers and Shaun.

As the  workers piled into their pickup truck and sped down the lane, I felt
a sense of  loneliness of sorts. All I could do was to reposition myself, as
far as my leash  would allow, and watch as Shaun fiddled around with the things
that the workmen  had completed. He only paid a cursory visit to Mark, who
was still adrift in  sleep.

I  could tell, just by looking in the direction of any one of the two main
entry  ways, that the sun was beginning to set and I was assuming (again) that
my  Master would be coming soon to return me to the main house. I would soon
discover that once again my insecure notions were not to be  fulfilled.

Both of the Masters came into the barn, stopping first to chat with Shaun,
then  to inspect all of the work which had been done today. Their next stop was
to  stand over Mark and tend to his needs, such as changing the dressing which
 covered his balls, or where his balls used to be. Master Doc, changed the IV
bag  and seemed to have injected some form of medication into the plastic
tubing.

Next  stop was my stall. Master Doc drained himself completely down my
throat; while  my Master was undressing in preparation for fucking my tunnel. Every
second of  my impalement seemed distant and unfamiliar; comparing the previous
times Master  had fucked me. I'm not sure whether it was because I just
wasn't 'into it', or  possibly Master just wanted to display his dominance; not his
caring. Whatever  the feelings were, I lay there on my back, in the straw,
while Master delighted  himself once he'd unloaded his manseed. Master said
nothing as He re-inserted my  butt plug. Both of the Masters left without as much
as a single word or gesture.  As the three men walked away, they started up a
conversation which continued  well passed the entrance to the barn. Sometimes
the conversation sounded heated,  while other times the vocals seemed hushed
and subdued. It really didn't matter  now, did it; as I never heard a single
understandable word from the beginning.  All I can say is that they talked more
outside of the barn than they did on the  inside; which to me meant that I
wasn't supposed to hear it in the first  place.

When  Shaun returned, I was released from the chain leash and taken, once
more, to the  shower area. I didn't much care for the rough way Shaun rinsed out
my tunnel,  but his continued cautious manner in the way he washed my body was
much  appreciated.

As I moved  from the shower area, crawling properly behind Shaun, a cool
breeze began to  filter through the barn. The air smelled fresh and there was a
mild hint that  rain was in the  future.

Once  I was back up on the table, I had time to look over at Mark. His eyes
were now  open, his cheeks stained with dried tears. He looked rather meek and
timid,  compared to everything that I knew of him. I could see him exercising
his  fingers and wiggling his toes, apparently trying to work up an increase
in blood  flow. The overhead light glimmered against the few pieces of body
jewelry that I  could see. He just looks so sad lying there, but I knew that I
didn't have the  need to, or the want of, feeling sympathy for him. I've been
there, done that,  so I know well what his future is destined to  become.

Shaun tended, once more, to all of my piercings; which he delighted in
twisting  and turning. Nope, I wasn't and no I didn't make a single sound. I think
my  dedication towards my new life, seemed to be the beginning ways of pleasing
 Shaun; or at least I hoped  so.

"Since  the slave is sleeping in the stall tonight," started Shaun, "we can't
have any  of these new rings getting dirty and infected, now can  we."

Damn!  So much for going back to the house tonight; I'm going to be sleeping
like an  animal.

"Lift those hips up high for me will you boy." Shaun laughingly  ordered.

I  no sooner had my hips up off the table and Shaun had slid one of those
disposable diapers underneath me. After a couple of tugs and pulls; the entire
area was covered with a large pink  diaper.

Before I was chained in for the night, Shaun felt it his duty, his
responsibility, to ravage my throat one last time and to leave my mouth with the
bitter sweet taste of his  manseed.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday were all nearly the same for me. The
few  exceptions were minor ones; with either different workers or more workers
on any  given day. Mark had been removed from the table, in think on
Wednesday, and  placed in his stall.

Once each  day I was taken outside for a bit of sunshine and a long walk.
Other than that,  it was becoming mundane, to say the least. Suck and be fucked;
was about the  extent of the last five  days.

Saturday, however, was a totally different experience. To begin with, Marks
brother and father arrived while we were eating our morning meal. It only took
a  single breath before I could plainly hear Mark's brother start in on him.
I  could plainly see the father's head towering over the two teenagers, as
Shaun  looked on passively.

I hadn't  seen Jordan all week, but that didn't keep me from thinking about
him and to  what extent he was being trained or used as a sexual object. The
absence of  Jordan only intensified my feeling towards him, which I suppose
might just be a  normal thing for a slave. I wanted, needed, and desired to see
him, touch him,  smell him and taste  him.

It  wasn't long after our meal, when Master arrived; which was something a
bit out  of the ordinary for this week. Normally Master would come up to the
barn right  after the noon feeding. Master and Shaun chatted for awhile, before
the two of  them pulled Mark's father aside and had a lengthy  talk.

While  the three men were talking, Master Doc arrived; with the group of
teenage porn  boys in tow. The boys all stopped, briefly, to inspect my body and
to quip about  the weekends activities which they hoped would come to fruition.
Thankfully all  of my piercings had healed and scabbed over enough so that
their rough handling  of the rings didn't bother me much at all.

Somebody, I  don't know who, called out to the boys and they all scampered
two stalls down to  where Mark and his brother were. Moments later the laughter
and taunting remarks  began; and I just knew that Mark was in for one hell of
a  weekend.

I  was beginning to feel a churning in my own stomach, apparently from the
anxiety  of not knowing. The barn was filling up, yet I was the only one who was
all  alone. Did I need attention? Did I need some form of punishment? Did I,
was I,  simply beginning to crave what everyone said would one day become
natural.

I  could only guess that either the workers had been given this day off or
else  their work was completed; as by now, surely they would have arrived. That
would  be about five sperm deposits I'd not be receiving; not to mention the
copious  amounts of piss that I'd not have to swallow. For some reason, I was
going to  miss it.

After exiting Mark's stall, the five teens were given orders by Master Doc.
Their assignment for the rest of the morning was to clean and tidy up the
barn;  asking Shaun for any direction should they find themselves in a  quandary.

As  the Masters departed, the butler and the housekeeper arrived. Neither of
the two  came to pay me or Mark a visit. They seemed to have a set agenda this
particular  morning. The two conversed with Shaun, pointing in this way and
that, as they  spoke. Had I not been confined to my six foot leash I could have
gotten closer  and heard most everything.

It must  have been at least two to three hours later and the boys were sent
back down to  the main house, accompanied by the housekeeper. What ever the
case may have  been, the boys were all back at the barn within thirty minutes;
creating a bit  of a ruckus just outside the slave  entrance.

Two of the young boys followed Shaun as he came up to my body and released me
 from the leash. Then, without a word spoken, Shaun attached two separate
leashes, one attaching to each of the two rings on my scrotal piercings. The
next thing I know; I'm being led from the stall by these two teenagers and taken
 out the slave entrance, past what is now all to clear. I was led right
passed  two picnic tables and one rather large gas grill. The grill, I remembered
as  being the one that was always down at  poolside.

The housekeeper was doing her thing, by making sure that the table cloths
weren't wrinkled, the plates and glasses all placed precisely where they were
supposed to be, etc.  The butler was fumbling around in one of many ice
chests, digging out some ice cold bottles of  beer.

There  was no sign of Jordan, nor did I see Mark; as I was forced to follow
the two  boys as they made their way up the embankment and onto the path. They
remained  quiet the majority of the time; well, they spoke to themselves on
and off but  not a word with  me.

We  hadn't gone to far, perhaps a quarter of a mile; where I could still see
the  barn, the main house and the earthen driveway from the road, when I heard
the  sound of a vehicle  engine.

The  boys stopped, as did I; watching with interest, as the vehicle slowed
down as it  neared the barn, parking right alongside of the pickup truck.  The
vehicle  looked identical to the one that my father used last weekend; and at
first I  thought dad had come back to make amends with my  uncle.

I  then saw my Master enter the barn, and appeared to be walking towards the
'guest' entry way; when out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. I turned
my  head slightly to the left, and approaching the barn from down below was
Jordan.

I  remembered what the Masters had said last weekend, about having a cookout
each  weekend if 'we were well behaved' during the week. But this was Saturday
not  Sunday, so I couldn't quite come to grips with the  situation.

I  followed, eagerly, the movement of Jordan as he approached the slave side
of the  barn; where he stopped and dropped to his knees, directly in front of
Master  Doc. It was rather nice to see him bend down and kiss his Master's
boots. At  least I knew that Jordan was still alive and well; and I was getting
anxious to  being with  him.

My  attention was averted back to the vehicle, as the doors opened up. The
driver  was indeed the same one from last week. The shock of seeing a female
exit the  vehicle was unnerving. She climbed out from the seat directly behind
the  driver's seat. The next thing which came into view was another female; who
had  walked around behind the vehicle to join the other lady. I couldn't see
their  faces, but I could easily tell that both of them were blondes. I
couldn't  imagine why Master would invite two females here, to join us in our weekend
 cookout.

Something must have occurred inside the barn, as Master Doc turned quickly
away  from Jordan and seemed to be looking toward the barn. Before I could put
two and  two together, what appeared to be a man, well dressed, came charging
out of the  slave entrance. He must have been saying something, as Master Doc
raised his  right hand and they both shook.

After a  moment spent on greetings, Master Doc turned around and looked in my
direction.  I saw his right arm come up as he pointed in our direction. The
man, tall and  thin, began to move up the embankment. The further away from the
barn, his pace  quickened until he was on the path in an almost all out run.
Half way between  the barn and where the three of us were on the knoll, is
when I recognized the  man.

Instinctively, I moved to narrow the distance between the two of us; but the
boys were still holding my two leashes and they had no intention of
relinquishing their control. The sudden jerk on my balls sent me to the ground  faster
than a speeding  bullet.

By  the time I'd gotten up off the ground, on to my knees, the man was
standing  directly in front of my naked body. As much as I wanted to stand up and
greet  him in a worldly way, I remembered what I was. I leaned over and kissed
his now  dust covered black  loafers.

Two  hands came down and slid under my arms and gently lifted me up. My mind,
my  heart, my every fiber were racing; but I had to remember who and what I
was, at  all times.

The smile, the perfect teeth, the two dimples and the deep blue eyes nearly
sent  me into a crying spell. My entire body was shaking uncontrollably, as his
hands  slid around to grasp my back and pull me even  closer.

As  he kissed me, on the lips, his tongue began to explore my mouth. His grip
became  even more restrictive, as his hands found their way down to my butt
cheeks.

Tears were flowing like hot lava, and I didn't' know what to think.  My
entire being was still shaking as he gave my butt plug a gentle twist before
moving his hand in between the two of us and began to massage my two bound  balls.

I was  nearing hysterical proportions, when he told the two boys 'leave us'.
The sounds  of the feet told me that they had understood the  request.

I  flashed back briefly to the two women and I still didn't know who they
were, but  I knew who was kissing me. I knew who was holding me up against his
own body. I  knew who was exploring parts of my body and it was the one person
who I would  never have  expected.

He  eased me down so that I was firmly on the ground, in a sitting position;
as he  too sat down, still holding my hands. There was that long moment of
silence, as  my tears began to slow down; before he began looking at me as if
he'd just found  his long lost  relative.

"You don't know how frig'n long I've been waiting for this day," Alan said in
 the most emphatic tone of voice, with the biggest smile I'd even  seen.

Not to  diminish the moment we were having, BUT! I'd heard that nearly
identical  sentence from my uncle.
Sail Away Chapter  Fifty

The way we were sitting, left me just enough area that the barn was easily
seen.  I couldn't see the people, but I at least got to note their presence and
movements. Alan was sitting directly in front of me, his head moving up and
down; with his eyes wide open, searching my body for something which to begin
his  conversation.

Lord knows how much I wanted to start speaking to him, but I knew that,
without  permission I would be setting myself up for a discipline session. Alan's
hands  moved in and once again started fondling my thing and balls. The way he
was  sitting and the distance from all of the other free men, there wasn't a
chance  that his manipulations would be  detected.

"John, you just don't know what the hell has been going through my mind, from
 the moment my dad told me about your enslavement. The first few days of not
knowing anything drove me absolutely crazy. Then when I got the email from
your  friend, I started to become even more  upset."

So far, Alan hadn't set the world on fire with his opening remarks, but he
did  however seem to pause, anticipating my comment. It didn't take him long to
figure out that I wasn't going to say a single word, voluntarily, without his
 approval.

"As soon as I saw the first photos of you, which I'm guessing were taken
aboard  your dad's ship; I was shocked to see what kind of people your dad has
working  for him. It took some courage, but I managed to get my dad to open up to
me  about your dad. That's the only way that I could start to figure out this
whole  stupid mess. I never knew it until recently, but your father is the
one who has  helped my dad find the right kind of slaves for our place. Not that
they came  from his school, but just that he put my father on to the right
people who  seemed to know just where the best of the best slaves  were."

Okay, so you learned something about my father and the slave business, SO
FUCKING WHAT! I thought to myself. I just want Alan to keep talking, so that I
can finally put my life, what there is of it, into perspective. I sat there,
in  total silence, as Alan used his hands to spread my bent legs apart even
further.  His eyes cast down, presumably to focus in on the base of the butt
plug.

"John, I gotta tell ya, man; that up until last weekend my dad was getting
the  latest updates, photos and videos of all your training. I still can't
believe  how beautiful you look; and if I say so myself, you look gorgeous either
as a  free man or a  slave."

My eyes caught a little movement down by the barn; which turned out to be the
 two ladies taking seats at one of the picnic tables; while one of the porn
boys  appeared to be serving them a cocktail.  A little white smoke started
wafting its' way into the air, which told me that the butler had fired up the
big grill.
Alan began to playfully tug on some of my decorations, but he must have known
 just how much he could play with them without causing any undue discomfort.

"Well anyway, as I was saying. With all that's going on back home, I haven't
had  much time to myself to hang around with to many of my friends. Your mom
has been  over to our place at least six or seven times now; and I think she is
getting  quite accustomed to being around properly attired slaves. That
should be of some  comfort to you,  hopefully."

Yes, so what! So mom has been visiting your place, big deal! And why are you
making such a thing out of my mom being around naked  men?

"I heard this week that your dad and your uncle had a big blow out. In some
ways, I guess, that's a good thing. Your mom heard about it from your uncle,
opps, I mean your master. She comes and tells my dad; and the two of them go
into his den and close the door. So I'm guessing that she had something super
secret to tell him. They were in there for over an hour. Then when they came
out  she was so polite to me that I couldn't stand it much longer. I just
couldn't  put my finger on it, but I knew that I could worm it out of my dad at
dinner."

I kept listening, more intently now, than before. Alan was apparently trying
to  build up to something, but I had to endure the whole story before I was to
learn  the ending. Alan was steadily tugging at my nipple rings and squeezing
my teats  between two of his fingers. Normally, I might just have gotten a
bit aroused by  such actions, but today just wasn't one of those times. I could
easily detect  Alan's boner just straining for freedom; but I sure as hell
wasn't going to take  it upon myself to expose his cock. Alan, remember, is the
one who was always  wanting to get into my pants; and perhaps I'd made an error
by allowing him to  suck my cock just before my  enslavement.

"You know John, that I'd still love to suck your cock, but as it stands now;
I  don't think there is one mouth that could withstand all of your piercings.
But  perhaps you'll be able to suck my manhood before I leave. Oh, and did I
tell  you; that we're staying until Monday morning? So you see, there might
just be  plenty of time for that and more, if you get my drift. It was nice of
your  master to allow us to visit here this weekend. He said that you've been
progressing really nice and that he has even left you alone the whole week;
just  so that you could concentrate on one or two of the areas that needed
perfecting.  By the way, do you get to jack off a lot around  here?"

Now he's gone and done it. Alan has gone from filling in a lot of the blanks,
 questions that have been in my mind for weeks on end; to talking about sex.
Sex  between me and him, or him and me; whichever way you want to look at  it.

"Sorry about that, I got off track just a bit. I could tell by the way you
looked at me that you weren't expecting to see me. Well, it was supposed to be
a  surprise and I think it was. I guess you know who else flew down with me,
don't  you?"

The look in his eyes, told me that he was awaiting a verbal response; so I
answered quite simply, "Sir, no  Sir."

Well, my dad wanted to come, but he has a bunch of paper work to do for your
mom. So my mom decided to come down in his place, and between you and me; I
think she just needed a break from the big city plus she wanted to see if
there  were any good looking slaves around the place. She always did tell me that
she  thought you were a 'hunk' of a stud, so I'm sure she can't wait to see
you up  close and personal; if you know what I mean. And, I'd be remising if I
didn't  tell you that she wanted to come to keep your mom  company."

MY MOM! Shit and hell fire! Why on earth is my mom here? She can't see me
naked.  And she can't see me looking and behaving like a slave. What am I going
to do?  What am I going to say to her?  This was NOT going to be a weekend like
 last weekend; that was all but  certain.

"I know that your mom hasn't seen your master for many years; but they've
been  talking on the phone a lot over the past week. I think it has something to
do  about your dad and perhaps they've found a way to piss him off even more.
That,  my friend, would be something to see.  I overheard mom and your mother
talking on the plane, and it seems that your master and your mom are trying
to  work something out, with my dad. I'm not sure of to much, but I guessing
that my  dad is going to be investing a large amount of capital in this slave
school.  Your mom said something about this place being tens times better than
your dad's  place and that just the fact of it being here in the States, would
substantially  reduce the amount of slave trade that your old man will have. I
guess that he's  still going to be getting a lot of foreign trade to keep him
sexually active and  quite wealthy but not so much if he losses the slave
business in America. Don't  you think that would be cool? If my old many becomes
an investor in this school,  I'd be able to see you a lot. You'd like that
wouldn't  you?"

I sat stunned and silent. I didn't answer his question. I was dumbfounded to
say  the least. Before I knew it, Alan was raising his voice to me; telling me
that I  had failed to answer when spoken to and that it was his
responsibility to report  such a  shortcoming.

After Alan had composed himself, he started speaking once again. "Now, let's
try  this again. I'm feeling a bit horny so I'd like to know if you want to
suck my  cock?"

DAMN! Nothing like going from shy gay friend to domineering. I didn't look at
 his face, but I did answer him; "Sir, no  Sir".

"Well, at least you know the proper way to answer a free man. But please do
tell  me, your friend, just why it is that you wish not to please me by sucking
my  cock."

"Sir, I've not yet gotten accustomed to being intimate with friends Sir, and
I  don't think that I should ruin a friendship by sucking on your cock Sir."
Now if  that doesn't sound shitty, I don't know what does; but maybe Alan will
buy the  lame  excuse.

"Nonsense John, don't forget that I've seen you sucking cocks already. It
doesn't look like you've had much difficulty in learning. So, since we are alone
 up here, just take my cock out and suck on it just a  little."

I was stuck. I really didn't have a choice in the matter. If I wanted to suck
 Alan's cock, it would have been much better for me, but now I was being
ordered  to suck a cock by a free man. As I leaned down and began to unzip his
pants;  Alan took the two leashes and brought them up behind my neck and pulled
them  rather tightly together and tied the two ends in a knot. The strain on my
balls  was bearable yet uncomfortable against my body as I continued to bend
at the  waist.

I was finally able to get my teeth on to his zipper and he obliged me by
leaning  backwards just enough to allow the zipper to slide easily. He was wearing
 underwear, which was something I hadn't seen in a month. I quickly managed
to  acquire the waistband of his blue briefs with my teeth and pulled the down
far  enough so that they lifted up his balls. It wasn't the first time I'd
seen his  naked cock. I knew just how thick it was, from the time we spent
splashing in  his pool and while I watched him ram it down the throat of his 'pool
boy'.

As my  lips came in contact with the piss hole, Alan gently placed his two
hands on my  head; ever so slightly applying pressure. I opened my mouth and
accepted his  manhood allowing myself to get it down to my tongue  piercing.

My tongue started to flicker on the underside of his shaft, while I did my
best  to work up a sizeable amount of spit. "Damn John, you don't give yourself
enough  credit when it comes to sucking cock. You sure would make me happy if
you were  my slave. Now, why don't you start to work it up and down and just
maybe, if you  do a really good job, I'll reward you with some of my man  seed."

Well, okay; what could I say to that? After all I know that any red blooded
male  doesn't just want a quick blowjob. Alan wants to unload in my throat and
I sorta  knew it from the beginning. I bobbed my head up and down on his
shaft, feeling  the meat swell to enormous proportion. I thought of only one thing,
one thing  only; and instantly put myself into my 'private space'. I mean,
well, you know;  how many times do I have to mention that Alan always seems to
pop up, every time  I'm in my  space.

"You know John, by all rights and privilege I should be calling you 'boy' or
'slave', but since it's just you and me for now I guess it won't do any harm.
 Did I mention that some of your pals approached me about where you had gone?
I  didn't want to lie to them, so I told them all the truth. Roger and that
nerd  Blaine didn't believe me, so I had to show them some of the pictures and
videos  that your dad sent my dad. They were really amazed at how much work
you've been  through. Roger came right out and said that he'd like to fuck your
'sweet ass'.  Blaine seemed horror-struck at first, but he soon realized that
he too, could  enjoy at least a long and wet blowjob from one of his best
buddies. I called  them both this week to tell them that I was coming down to see
you and they all  said to say hello. Roger told me that he had mentioned
something about you to  some of the other guys on the swim team and they all seemed
delighted that you  had finally come to terms about being gay. I guess they
all knew about you,  before you knew about  you."

I didn't pay much attention to what Alan just said, as I knew that there was
just about no way in hell that any of my friends would ever see me like this,
in  person. Not that I wasn't upset that Alan showed them my pictures, mind
you; but  that seemed to be the least of my worries at the  moment.

"And, I even got a few calls from the girls that you used to date. Seems like
 they sorta knew it also. That one girl, what's her name... Terry said that all
you  ever wanted from her was to get your cock sucked; which to her meant
that you  must be at least a bi-sexual dude. A couple others said that you fucked
them,  but that you didn't seem to know just how to make them have their own
girly  orgasm. But don't you worry any, they all want to see you no matter if
you are  gay or straight; or a slave. I'm betting that they'll all pool their
resources  together and make arrangements with your master so that they can
visit you some  weekend, before school starts up  again."

I'm pretty sure that Master wouldn't allow such an occurrence. After all,
this  is a slave training facility, not a damn zoo. I could feel Alan begin to
moan  softly, as he added a bit more pressure to the top of my head. I decided
to take  more of his shaft, allowing it to glide over my tongue roller. I'd no
sooner  gotten his cock into my throat, with my muscles 'milking' it; and Alan
let go  with a real gusher. He uncontrollably pushed my head all the way down
on his  shaft, until my nose was buried in his trimmed pubic hairs. I could
smell his  manliness, just like I had envisioned it would be. I continued
working on his  cock until he had begun to have those irritable feelings on the end
of his cock.  I knew that I may have just gone on a bit to long, as he
quickly pulled my mouth  off of his  cock.

"Damn 'boy'; don't you know better than to keep sucking after a man gives you
 his protein. I'm just going to have to report that also, ya  know!"

Alan was right. I had lost myself, while in my 'space'. Actually, I didn't
want  it to end so quickly. Sucking Alan was probably one of the best things
that I  had gotten to do ever since being enslaved. Life seems to be throwing me
one  curve ball after another, but I'm bound and determined to do what is
required of  me. The way I figure it; if it's meant to be, then I'll just have to
go with the  flow. I was happy, that Alan was here today. I couldn't
understand why I hadn't  shown him more of my happiness. Maybe it's because I have
started to have an  attached feeling with my Master that I was unable to display
any true affection  towards Alan; who the heck knows. For now, I'm a slave, and
for however long I  am one, I'm going to prove to others and myself; that for
once in my life I can  do something which is pleasing others and not  myself.

With my body still hunched over, just inches away from Alan's cock, he began
to  rub my back with his hands, as he leaned over and rested his head on my
shoulder.  His soft, supple hands seemed to be magical, as all of my
resistance seemed to disappear. "You, know," Alan began speaking softly, "It's  times
like this that I wished would have happened under different  circumstances.
I've really never been around someone like you. I've always  hung around with my
gay friends and when dad brought some slaves into our home  to help out, it
just seemed natural for me to use one or two of them for sex.  You're so
different, and it seems a little odd to see you this way. Don't get me  wrong, I
enjoy a slave's body as much as the next guy, but I've known you for a  long
time, and now that you are kept as a naked slave, it just seems so  different.
It's a good different, nothing wrong with it at all, and I'll always,  always
have a place in my heart and life for you no matter what happens. I know  how
you've been in lessons, learning how to please a man, which is a hell of a  lot
better than getting lessons on how to please a female. God that would just  be
awful, dreadful and disgusting, if you were to ask  me."

Silence fell over me, as Alan continued rubbing my back. Moments later Alan
picked up where he'd left off. "I'm guessing that you have some built up
resentments towards you dad and maybe your mom. You gotta remember that moms  will
be moms, no matter what. They always think that they have your best  interest
at heart. I think your mom, is a lot like mine used to be; that is,  until
dad took her on a short cruise on our boat, and when they came back, she  was a
different person. I bet ya that after this weekend your mom will be a
completely different person, especially where you're concerned. But, ya know,  how it
is after a guy jacks off or fucks, he's always gotta piss and I'm no
different. I'm not going to ask you to swallow, but I know that you're in  training
to become a perfect urinal. So just lean on back down there and let me  drain
my lizard; come on and be a good boy for me, won't  you."

How he went from talking about family and stuff to wanting me to drink his
piss  is beyond me; but I knew what he was getting at and I had to comply. I'm a
slave  and he knows it. Once again I find his scent intoxicating as Alan
takes his time  in relaxing himself. He continues to smooth over the skin on my
back as he tells  me, 'be a good boy and swallow it all, once I start  flowing."

Even soft, Alan's cock is rather sizeable; not that mine isn't, but it also
seemed to be mystical. As I began to swallow his piss, I hadn't noticed the
'standard' acrid, and salty taste. I swallowed it all without being repulsed
knowing that I'd just done another one of a slave's duties; and doing it with
Alan was better than doing it with, or to, a strange free man. Alan kept one
hand on my back and the other on my head, even after he'd finished. I didn't'
suck on his cock, but kept it well into my mouth, with each passing second in
 time; I was feeling wanted and  needed.

"I heard that you only get to cum when your master helps you out in that
department. That's to bad, and I don't know how the hell you do it. I can't go
half a day without spanking the monkey. Maybe, just maybe, your master will let
 me help you out while I'm here  visiting."

Now that would be just fucking ducky, if you ask me. Six weeks ago Alan is
giving me head, and now I'm sucking his cock, drinking his piss and now he
wants  to fuck me. Did I miss something or what! But, down deep, if I'm going to
be  getting fucked this weekend, I'd rather it be him or my Master. I don't
particularly like being fucked by the porno boys and I don't think Shaun gives a
 rat's ass about a passionate fuck; just so long as he gets his sperm up a
tunnel  and demonstrates his  authority.

"I also heard that you haven't had any of your scheduled 'free time' in a
week,  which must be hard on you. So, if you feel up to it, and you think that I
might  be able to help out; use this time that we share together now to speak
whatever  is on your mind. Just talk to me, as perhaps you might speak with
another slave.  Don't think of me as your better, or a free  man."

I slowly withdrew my mouth, away from Alan's cock; but remained bent at the
waist, staring at his magnificent cock and huge balls. I started off on the
wrong foot when I called him Sir, to which he quickly reminded me that this is
MY free time and that the word Sir wasn't to be used; so I started over
again.

"Well, everything seems to be moving to fast. First I'm lied to by my father
and  placed into slavery. Then I'm made to look like a fucking slave, no hair
and all  this jewelry. Hell, I can't even use a toilet to piss in, let alone
shit in.  Hell, I haven't had a single day go by where I don't have to clean my
tunnel out  at least twice. I don't know what a 'natural urge' is anymore. I
feel so bad  about not having my friends around anymore. I always had such
good times with  them and now look at me. You're telling me that a bunch of them
always thought I  was gay, and that some of them can't wait for me to suck
their dicks. I don't  know who, if ever, I can trust anymore, except for my
Master."

That was about all I could get out before I broke down into tears. Alan
seemed  interested in each and every word I'd spoken; as he eased my head down onto
his  lap, allowing me to be close enough to his cock that it made everything
seem  alright. So I continued, as Alan still remained constant with his back
rub.

"I was glad to know that you sent the email to Jordan on the ship, but I
hated  to let you even know that my father had had me enslaved. I didn't think you
 would ever want to speak to me again. I started getting close with Jordan,
but  I'm not so sure that he doesn't have some hidden agenda. I feel as if he
is like  a spy or something for his Master and my Master. Shaun treats me okay,
but he  never speaks to me. He isn't mean to me or nothing, but since I
screwed up today  I'm guessing that Shaun will have to punish me for being so damn
stupid.

And we got this new kid, Mark, who was pretty tough on his younger brother
but  now he is the slave and a week ago Master Doc cut the boys nuts off. His
younger  brother fucks him and makes him suck his cock. I overheard him just
this  morning, forcing Mark to stick his tongue up his butt and eat some of the
kids  shit.

And then we have my Master making gay porn in the downstairs studio with them
 kids you must have seen on your way up. They think they are so cool, getting
to  suck and fuck each other and to get paid for doing it. Last week I had to
let  them bath me, clean out my guts and then they all had me suck them off
and  worse. But of all the people I've had to met over the last month, Master
is the  only one that is honest with me. All the others seem to be telling
tales or else  they just make up one lie after another. I just want everyone to at
least be  honest with me, even though I'm a slave now. I think it is the
least that  anybody can  do."

I had to stop, as my sobs and tears began to interfere with my speech; and I
didn't want to spout out a bunch of unintelligible words. Alan was silent for
 the longest time; but he'd now moved one of his hands up to my bald head and
was  smoothing away my fears and  disappointments.

Alan gave the slightest of squirms and now my lips were once again touching
the  tip of his cock. I slowly opened my mouth and took his limp manhood into
my  mouth; which seemed to calm me down just a little. I guess you could say
that I  was using Alan's cock as my personal  pacifier.

After just a few minutes, I started talking once again; telling Alan all
about  my 'private space' and how going there seemed to help out a lot. I didn't
know  at the time, just how profound any of what I'd said meant to Alan; yet,
at least  it made me feel so good to finally have the time to speak like a free
man. The  amount of things I told Alan about would have made for a good book,
or even a  movie; but Alan took it all in stride and little did I know that
I'd reap a  world of benefits from saying what I'd said to him. It must have
had a  tremendous impact on my  friend.

It took some time before Alan began speaking, but he didn't seem one bit
upset  over what I had spoken of. I was relieved that Alan wasn't pissed off,
because  some of the things I talked about wouldn't normally be allowed, coming
from a  slave.

"Damn John, you sure had a lot on your mind. I'm glad, though, that you felt
comfortable enough to tell me everything that you did. I hope that before I
have  to go back home that we can have another such talk. I've never been on to
lie to  anybody, and I can't see any reason why I'd lie to you, even though
you are  legally nothing more than a slave. You talked about many things that I
have an  opinion about, but you haven't really asked any questions; so for
now I suppose  that I don't have to many answers. I don't know your friend
Jordan, so I can't  really tell you anything about him. But, it is good to see that
you have some  feelings towards him. I'm sure that he has your best interest
at heart and  wouldn't do or say anything that would cause you any grief.
Perhaps you are  harboring a few of those bad thoughts about him just because
everything you've  been through in the past month is all new to you. I know that I
would have tons  of questions, mountains of ill feelings towards people too.
As for your Master,  I think he's a good man. I also think he's a good man to
learn from and if I was  a slave, I'd be lucky to have a Master like  him."

Just the tone of Alan's voice had a calming effect for me. I listened
intently,  while his cock was still gently resting on my tongue. His cock, his scent,
his  human touch upon my skin was the most reassuring thing that has occurred
to me  in a long  time.

"John, there are some things that I haven't spoken of, and you haven't asked
about; so I'm not going to bring them up now. I feel its best that you
continue  your training just like you're doing, for the time being. I know that
seeing  your mom for the first time in a month is going to be difficult and
strange for  you; but, think about your mom too. This is all new to her as well. I
know for a  fact that she is doing everything possible to help you out; but at
the same time  she has so much on her mind. She is dealing with the divorce
bit, trying to run  the house without a husband or son, and finding the means to
learn more about  the shipping industry on top of having to accept you for
who you are. If you  want me to, I'll stay right by your side when we go down to
see your mom. I bet  that right this minute she too, is a nervous wreck.
She's only see the same  stuff about you that the rest of us have and I know that
seeing you in person is  so much different; well, at least for me it is. Just
remember, none of us are  perfect. Don't expect anything, and that which you
do receive will feel that  much better. Just give your mom some time to get
used to seeing the 'new you'  and I bet everything will work out pretty good;
maybe not perfect, maybe not the  way you'd hoped it would, but it will all work
out. You have no idea how much  legal crap goes along with your mom's
situation and take it from me; talking to  lawyers wouldn't be the highlight of my day
 either."

What Alan said started to make some sense, as I processed every word. It was
plain to see that Alan was indeed different than I was; probably because he
was  brought up in a much more accepting family. Alan seemed to speak
logically,  where I had only spoke of my self-indulged feelings. Not that, that is
wrong,  but I can understand where Alan is coming  from.

"It won't be but a few more minutes and I think we need to start heading back
to  the group. Just remember what I said about your mom. Both of you need to
get  used to one another almost as if you were a brand new baby boy.  And I'm
going to hate having to tell your master of your two transgressions. I hope
that  he goes easy on you. I've never seen a slave getting a discipline session
 before. Dad always took them down into the cellar, out of sight; but no
matter  how easy he was on them, they always seemed to be heard, even up in my
room.  Perhaps it would be better if I stay with you during your session and that
just  might make things go easier on you. I could lie to your master, but I'm
not one  who normally tells a lie, so we both will just have to wait and see
what  happens."

All of Alan's words stuck in my head. I knew that he'd have to report my two
screw ups but Master just might consider the circumstances for which I
committed  them. I slowly pulled my head back, not really wanting to release his
cock; but  I knew he was right about the time. Instinctively, I guess, I moved my
mouth  just enough so that I could at least savor the taste and odor of
Alan's balls. I  began licking one of them, causing Alan to moan with delight. I
kept licking for  a minute, before I decided to work his ball into my moist
mouth. Alan continued  moaning softly and before I knew what had come over me, I
had both of his man  nuts in my mouth; sucking and licking them as if they were
two pieces of hard  candy. Alan had even gone so far as to moisten one of his
fingers and place it  into my ear. I don't know how he knew, but such a thing
always got me hot and  bothered when I was with a girl; in my former  life.

"Easy boy," Alan started; "If you keep that up, I just may have to give you
another one of my famous protein drinks. Stop and put my equipment away like a
 good slave does, won't  you."

Seeing that my knees were so roughed up from four weeks of crawling around,
Alan  told me to walk back to the barn. I stayed the proper distance behind
him; as he  seemed empowered to hold the two leashes attached to my  balls.

The closer I got, the more nervous I became. The outline of all the free
persons  was becoming quite distinctive. Thankfully, the porno boys were
constantly on  the move, acting as waiters and helping out the butler and housekeeper
as well.  I think someone must have noticed just how close we were to the barn
and  everyone turned around to watch Alan leading me down the  knoll.

I was for sure back into slave mode. I didn't want to screw up anymore than I
 already had. Just as soon as we stopped, I dropped to my knees in front of
Master and greeted Him by kissing each of his boots. Likewise, I did the same
for Shaun and Master Doc. Alan was about to hand Master my two leashes when
Master told him to led me over to 'our other two guests for the  weekend."

So there I was, kneeling like a slave dog, in front of my own mother. She
bent  down and lifted up my head, until our eyes met. Even though I could plainly
see  that her eyes were watery, I took a sigh of relief seeing that her face
was  beaming with joy. When she came even closer and kissed me on my lips, I
knew  that any and all of the worries that I had held, where quickly
dissipating. She  took the two leashes from Alan and thanked him most graciously for
spending so  much time with  me.

"I guess son," mom started; "that we need to have a good long talk; don't you
 agree?"
I  looked puzzled for a moment, before I meekly answered her. "Ma'am, yes
Ma'am.

As mom turned towards the barn, I saw the entire group watching me crawl
behind  her. I didn't know what to think, but I knew that Master's keen eyes would
catch  any and all of my faults. I heard Alan say something like, 'that sure
is a big  enough fucking butt plug the boy carries around.' It wasn't a secret
about my  plug, as it was so large that I had to even crawl in a wider
position, which  allowed the whole world to see the gigantic base wedged between my
cheeks.

"Which of these rooms is yours son?" Mom asked in the most innocent of  ways.

There was enough slack in the leash that I just took over and led mom to my
stall. Unfortunately we weren't alone in the barn; as Mark was being kept busy
 by his brother and Shaun. From the sounds of it, Shaun was having to
verbalize  instructions; teaching Mark's brother the proper way to 'squat over the
slave's  face.' I didn't want mom to have had to hear that part of a slave's
training,  but there was absolutely nothing in the world I could do to prevent
it.

I stopped once I'd gotten into my stall and had crawled over to the corner;
which would place us the farthest distance away from Mark's stall. I waiting,
and waited for mom to start speaking. I'm guessing that she was taking her
time,  assembling her words, or perhaps even taking in the sights within the
confines  of the  barn.

"John Henry, I just don't know where to begin. I feel that I'm partially
responsible for your current situation, and I just know what to say except that
I'm sorry and I hope that you can forgive  me."

As prim and proper as my mom is, she cast it all aside and sat down on the
bed  of straw alongside of me. She even told me to 'sit' which I did in a timely
and  proper manner. Did I ever tell you just how beautiful my mother is? She
has to  be the prettiest girl in the  world.

"John Henry you look well. I can't say that I agree with all of your rings
and  things but you look nice nonetheless. I had a hard time comprehending the
photographs your father and uncle had sent me in the beginning; but now that
I'm  here, I don't think you look bad at all without any hair. It reminds me so
much  of when you were a baby. I want you to know that I haven't watched all
of the  video that your uncle has sent to me, but I have watched every piece
of the ones  from your father. I'm sorry that he has made you suffer so much. I
didn't like  it when I saw you crying and  all."

Well, with that said, I began to feel even better yet. Now I knew that this
isn't the first time she's seen me in such a fashion. I decided that perhaps
since she is my mom that I should look at her while she speaks to me; you
know,  we were all taught to look at our parents when they spoke to us. It sure as
hell  can't result in me getting anymore of a punishment  session.

Mom quite casually put one of her hands on my bare leg, which was something
that  she always used to do, right before she began to say something which was
always  of a serious nature. "John Henry, I'm so glad that your friend Alan
and his  mother came along with me. I don't think that I could have done it
without their  help (her normal way of 'breaking the ice'). I never knew about
your father's  school and of all the men he has converted into worthwhile slaves.
I did,  however, have my doubts about your sexual orientation. You just used
to do some  of the 'girlie' things when you were growing up that I suspected
you to be gay,  just like your uncle. I'll never know why I was so damn upset
with him either;  except for my own sheer stupidity. If we had been a better
set of parents to  you, I'm sure that your father and I would have been able to
understand you  better and none of this would have  happened."

Oh great, I'm getting one of her infamous talks on how they failed me as
parents. I'm not surprised at all, that she is enduring a serious 'guilt trip'.
I can't wait for round number  two.

"The way the lawyers are explaining things to me, it's my understanding that
you  will remain enslaved until you turn twenty-one; and then you will be
returned as  a free man, unless either your Master or you decide that you must
remain a  slave. So if you feel comfortable being like you are, I'll support you
in every  way I can. I'm sure your father would just love to see you remain a
slave, but  there are some things that I'm going to discuss with you this
weekend that will  surely upset him to no  end."

Okay, now she believes that I like being this way. It's one thing for me to
be  coming to terms with my own sexuality, but for mom to think I want to be a
slave  is beyond belief. What can I do, I have to sit hear and listen, like a
good  slave is supposed to do. I just can't jump up and hop into my car and
drive over  to a friends place; now can  I?

"I don't want to alarm you, but what has been going on over the last month
has  taken a toll on me also. I'm not getting much sleep, nor am I eating all
that  good."

FINALLY! Something that we have in  common.

"Well, you remember that slave over at Alan's house; the one that they called
 their 'pool boy'? Well, they loaned him to me two weeks ago, just so I could
get  used to being around a naked man all the time. I think it has helped me
to the  point where I'm not even nervous being so close to you, all naked and
things.  Well, as you know, our home isn't set up for slaves and I had to have
a  contractor come over and install a large ring in the kitchen wall; where
each  night I have to chain and padlock the slave. During the day he is free to
do his  chores without being chained up but at night I have to lock him in
for the  night. Alan's dad says that they usually keep him in a steel cage at
night, but  I didn't want to spend that kind of money unless in time we get our
own  slaves."

All right MOM! For eighteen plus years she was dead set against having slaves
in  the house and after I'm gone she gets one to help her out and she even
chains  him up at night. AND if that isn't bad enough, it is the slave that Alan
uses  all the time for his sexual needs. Lord above, what is happening to the
mother  who I had hoped and prayed would get me the fuck out of this mess. I
ain't  smelling any roses just yet  MA!

"And you see son, with the house and the business that I'm getting from the
divorce, we'll be set for life financially. Well, that is I'll be set for
life.  Your father is keeping his one vessel and his school and I get all the rest
 including twenty percent of the available cash in the bank account. The
attorneys and Alan's father have been most helpful; expensive but helpful.   I'm
going to continue putting money into your personal account, just like  always;
just in case you decide on your twenty first birthday if you want to  come
home and work along side me. I think, after nineteen years it is already  just
about ready to reach a million dollars, but don't hold me to it; you know  how
bad I am at finance and  money."

So your attorneys are 'helping' you. Sure they are. They are helping
themselves  to a bunch of your money. Attorneys are like buzzards on top of road kill
Armadillo.

"But anyway, that's enough about me for now. I'm just so excited to see you
that  I don't know what to say next. Did you know that for years and years your
father  wanted me to put my lips around his penis? He said it was the proper
thing to  do. I never did it of course, but now that I've watched you, how do
you say,  'sucking cock', I can see why men like it so much. Sure is a lot of
moaning and  groaning going on with 'sucking cock'. Your father never moaned
like those guys  did, when he was having sex with me. I guess sex with a man is
so much more, how  do they put it; well it's primitive yet it's proper to
have sex among men,  especially with a slave. I never knew that they have certain
classifications of  slaves. It surprised me to no end that you want to be a
sex slave instead of a  worker slave. I'd hoped that you would have wanted to
go out in the world and  work as a slave rather than just have sex most of the
time. Isn't there  something wrong or at least odd about having a slave around
just for personal  use, like for sex and 'cock sucking'.  I guess your father
was right about  a few things, like he always told me that unless you went
off to college; that  you'd end up hanging around doing nothing that amounted to
much except for  having sex. I'm still not sure he is right, but only time
will tell. You've got  a couple more years to mess around before you have to
make a life changing  decision."

MOM! What on earth has happened here. Like hello, did I ask to look like
this,  be treated this way. I wish I could get a word in here, but she hasn't
permitted  me to speak yet, so I'm just bidding my time until she does. Someone is
or has  filled her head with a lot of notions that I'm really doing most of
this now on  my own accord. At least she knows that dad is responsible for my
enslavement,  but doesn't she understand that I don't have any choice on what
happens to my  brain, body and soul. I knew she was naïve; that's why I got
away with so much  at home. That's why I always went to her for anything. Now
look at me! Mom still  hasn't come to realize that I played her like a fool, for
everything I got,  everything I own and everything I did. Surely, after a
month of this crap she  would come to realize that dad has also played on her
unwillingness to accept so  many different worldly ways. One might say that 'what
goes around, comes  around'; and now it has come full circle and fucked me
right in my own damn  ass!"

"Well, John Henry, if you don't mind I'm going to call for Mr. Shaun. Your
uncle  said that when we were finished talking I was to call for him. We can
talk much  more later on, as I'm here until tomorrow  night."

Mom stood up and brushed the flecks of straw from her pretty clothes. She
looks  so beautiful, yet I can't understand why she hasn't come to grips with
reality.  I'm her son, I'm her enslaved son and she seems to be accepting it like
it was  'normal' for some sons to be enslaved until they turned twenty-one.
I'm thinking  that she's thinking it has something to do with gay guys. God
help  me.

Mom called out rather loudly, for Shaun, who came in right away. Alan also
appeared to come in moments after Shaun. Alan handed my mother what looked like
 a mixed drink; which she, as always, sipped very 'lady like'.

"Now remember John Henry, we'll talk more either tonight or tomorrow. You
behave  yourself, like I know you know how to." Mom stood there watching as Shaun
put me  onto my back. The two leashes were removed from my balls, and mom
still  continued to watch. The heavy chain was attached to my collar, as well as
chains  to my extremities; which when done left me spread eagled out on the
straw  covered floor, and mom was still  watching.

A lighter weight chain was lowered down from the ceiling and was attached to
the  Prince Albert; which left my thing standing straight up into the air. Mom
was  still  watching.

Thankfully, Master came in and escorted mom out of the stall and back outside
to  join Alan's mom. I didn't know what was happening; as I'd not been bound
in this  manner, at least not here in my stall. Shaun left, leaving only Alan
in the  stall with me. His eyes looked sad, as if to say something bad had
happened or  was about to  happen.

Alan slowly walked over to me and knelt beside my face, only to say; I'm
sorry  but I had to tell the truth.

To Be Continued...

Just three more  chapters remain in this story, which will be posted this
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