Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2006 11:46:35 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 51

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Sail Away  Chapter Fifty  One


The odor of food cooking on the outdoor grill began to fill the entire
slave barn, as I remained bound on the floor for all to witness. The barn
was silent as everyone, including Mark's brother had gone outside to
partake in the 'festivities'. If I concentrated long and hard enough, I
could catch an occasional whimper coming from Mark's stall.

By the crescendo of everyone's voice I could tell that the cookout was into
what was now a very festive atmosphere. Once, perhaps twice I sensed that
someone had come back into the barn to check up on the two of us. I
couldn't see anything except the heavy wooden beams of the ceiling above my
body; so to even begin to guess who it was, was of no value. I can say with
a great deal of certainty that I myself, was feeling the pangs of hunger.

I could only hope for a much better night. My eyes were closed, as I
contemplated my daily existence. I'd come a long way, now accepting myself as  being
the who and the what. If it wasn't for all of the unknowns I would  probably
have felt much better a long, long, time ago. It was foolish and futile  for me
to think that I had any right, what so ever, to be 'kept in the loop'.  There
was nothing that I needed to know, if I was to survive my new world. What
any free person said or did was of no concern to me. I had to strive to believe
in myself and my abilities, rather than waste time wondering what was next,
who  was next, etc, etc. But I could go for a nice hot juicy hamburger, since
that  was about all I was smelling.

The noise from the crowd began to dwindle, and I could readily see that
someone  had begun to turn on a few lights inside the barn. Like a pack of rats,
the five  porno kids came running into my stall. They were all bright eyed and
smiling, as  they surrounded my  nakedness.

As if on command, they grabbed their respective cocks and began pissing all
over  my body; from the toes to the nose. The smell of all the urine permeated
the  air, not to mention soaking the straw which I lay upon. One of the teens
moved  up and squatted over my face, telling me to lick his ass. I complied
without  hesitation.

Another of the teens began to take little swats at my vertically bound thing,
 which sent shivers of agony into my gut. Yet, another thought he'd amuse
himself  by getting down next to me, in the piss soaked straw and began tugging
on my  nipple rings. I think it was the oldest of the group that reached
beneath me,  and yanked out my butt plug without as much as considering the
potential  consequences of his  actions.

One by one, they each replaced one another until all of them had used my
tongue  for a human replacement for toilet  paper.
Not  long after that, was when I discovered that the remained of the adults,
including Mark's brother had either entered my stall or where hanging over
the  short wall which enclosed my space. Well, not all. Master Doc and Alan's
mom  along with my mom had departed to the main house. I was mentally thankful
for  such a  favor.

Then surprisingly, Alan, Shaun, Jordan and my Master all came forward;
standing  over me like giants, they all released their own piss, once again filling
the  stall with the fragrance of free  men.

"Does everyone see!" Shouted Shaun. "I was told about this slaves inability
to  comprehend his life; and as I've watched him all week long just so his
master  didn't become even more disappointed in him, I'm here to tell all of you
that  this slave is disrespectful, lazy, self serving, puffed with self pride
and a  whole list of other unacceptable aspects of a good slave's  life."

Man oh man, what the fuck had I done to deserve such a verbal lashing from
Shaun? Surely he would have corrected me long before this if I'd screwed  up.

"Gentlemen, what you see laying before you is a slave that has forgotten one
of  his most important  obligations."

Turning immediately to Alan, Shaun asked; "has this slave thanked you for the
 valuable time you spent with him earlier?" Alan could only answer with a
'no'.

Wheeling back around, facing the majority of the teenagers, he asked; "has
this  slave thank any of you for allowing him the pleasure of sharing your
asshole  with him? Has he thanked you for sharing your piss with  him?"

The teens were momentarily silenced, but it was long enough for Shaun to
answer  for them. "No, Sir, he hasn't thanked us for anything  Sir."

I knew he wasn't going to ask my Master the same line of questions; as it
might  have gotten him in  trouble.

"A good and proper slave must always thank a free man for each and everything
 the slave receives!" Barked Shaun, just like a drill  sergeant.

"Now then, as punishment the slave shall receive from all of you, six strokes
of  the cane, or the whip, or the paddle." My sentence was sealed when I
heard Shaun  speak those words. "Any part of the slave's body is fair except for
the slaves  head. Caution should be used when administering a punishment to his
worthless  cock and  balls."

In a flash Shaun left my stall, but was back equally as fast. In his hands he
 held the implements of my corrective lesson.  If my math was correct, I was
to receive a total of forty eight strikes, somewhere on my body. I was
concerned  when I saw Master releasing my ankle restraints; which would now free up
my butt  cheeks for the lesson in  manners.

Four of the five teenagers went relatively easy on me. They seemed content to
 use the paddle on my butt; alternating back and forth from cheek to cheek.
The  fifth and oldest of the teens used the paddle to administer three ear
splitting  whacks to each of the bottoms of my feet. My feet felt like they were
ablaze  with no relief in  sight.

Shaun yanked the paddle out of the boys hand with a fiery look on his face.
"Now  we shall begin again!" He barked. "Do all of you see what I mean about
the  slave's manners? Did he once consider it an honor and privilege to receive
your  love and attention?  Since he has failed, once again, to thank each of
you  separately; please feel free to show the slave your disappointment. Maybe
next  time, the slave will be more diligent in his duties as a waste of
flesh."

I thought that my screams and begging would have been sufficient enough to
let  them all know that I was sorry for my transgressions; but apparently that
wasn't  the way I was to respond. My feet and butt were still ablaze when Shaun
handed  one of the youth what looked to me like a wooden  stick.

My ankles were grabbed and pushed towards my head, exposing even more of my
butt. Shaun touched the backs of my legs, pointing out the best place (s) for
the boy to strike my flesh; thus causing the most amount of pain with the
least  amount of physical damage. I saw Alan standing next to Jordan, both
watching  with interest; yet neither of them appeared to be displaying any signs of
sympathy towards me. Master, being the tallest of them all was easily seen
standing behind the group watching intently as His slave was getting a lesson
on  manners. Silent, motionless and without expression, He stood firm and
resolute;  knowing, as I did, that this lesson was long  overdue.

The group of boys seemed overjoyed, at the fact of being made part of my
lesson.  They were goading one another on; as each of them boosted that 'they'
would be  the one to leave the reddest mark on my  body.

I watched in horror as the boy took a step back, measuring himself and the
cane  from my body. As much as I wanted to close my eyes and wish the whole
thing  would just go away; I couldn't. I watched his arm pull back and heard the
swoosh  of the cane as it came toward  me.

I let loose with a blood curdling scream, as the cane landed on the back of
my  thigh. It felt as if a thousand bees had just stung me. The teenagers began
 laughing at me, or so I thought. It wasn't but a mille-second before I
realized  that they were all laughing because I'd just pissed all over myself. I
looked  over at the kid that had just landed the first of many terrorizing blows
and saw  that he had a raging stiffy.
Five more  lashes, and I was quickly reduced to a whimpering, blubbering
slave. The boy  stood over me, beaming from ear to ear; with a droplet of
pre-ejaculate beaded  on the end of his cute cock.

As I saw him hand the cane to the next in line, the only thing that came to
mind  was, "Sir, thank you for showing this slave the errors of his ways,  Sir."

With each group of strokes, came more screams and pleadings; but the end
result  was always the same; "Sir, thank you for showing this slave the errors of
his  ways,  Sir."

Thankfully, Jordan was not among those who administered my lesson, nor was my
 Master. The only remaining two were Shaun and Alan. I wasn't sure if Alan
would  even partake in the lesson, but I damn well knew that Shaun would. I saw
Master  pull one of the teens aside and whisper something into his ear; which
sent the  kid out of my  stall.

Alan made his way up to me and his face showed concern mixed with a little
twinkle in his eyes. I knew that I had transgressed against him too; but I
wasn't at all expecting him to administer a portion of the  lesson.

Shaun rudely grabbed Alan's hand and placed a short whip into it. Shaun made
mention that if the whip was to strike any already marked skin that it may
cause  the skin to break. He pointed to several 'available', yet painful areas
on my  legs; mainly the front of them; as he had the two who were holding my
ankles  bring my legs back out straight.  I was surprised that Shaun didn't
allow  them to lower my legs to the ground; but from the rough straw already
making  contact with my butt, I was to be thankful for the 'small  favor'.

Shaun stepped away, as Alan draped the whip ends over the top of my right
leg,  adjusting his own distance. I, regardless of the rules of protocol, looked
Alan  square in his eyes, and knew that he had some, not much, reservations
about  doing what he was about to do. I knew that he'd never punished any of his
 household slaves before and I was positive that he wasn't going to be doing
this  with perfection. Just before he raised his arm, I could see an
expression of  pain and anguish stream across his own face. It was then, only then,
that I knew  that Alan was only doing this so that Shaun and Master wouldn't
consider him to  be a weakling.

The whip struck with not much ferocity, but stung nonetheless. Alan got
admonished by Shaun for not 'putting effort into his lesson'. Alan's second
lashing, wrapped itself over the top of, and down the side of my leg. I let out
yet another scream, as tears flowed like tap water. I could plainly see that
Alan's eyes had begun to water as well.

After the third lash had left its' mark, the teenage boy returned to my stall
 and had brought Mark in with him. Master shoved Mark to the front of my
stall,  whereby he could plainly see what was happening to me. Master told him to
watch  and to pay attention; as any transgressions on his part would result in
the same  form of corrective actions.

I rolled my eyes backwards, which gave me a close view of Mark from his knees
 up. His bandage had been removed, when I don't know, but the area beneath
his  thing was black and blue, void of any signs that he'd ever had a scrotum.
Mark's  Prince Albert glimmered in the artificial light like a beacon. Matter
of fact,  all of the rings that I could see, twinkled brightly. He was
standing, with his  hands behind his head, legs spread wide, with his head pointing
down towards the  floor; allowing me to see his face. He looked awful, to say
the least. I don't  know what he's been put through but I don't think he'd been
getting much sleep,  if  any.

Unlike Jordan, I didn't consider myself a 'pain pig'; but after so many hits
with the paddle, the cane and now the whip, the pain didn't seem to be as bad
as  it initially started off as.

By the time Alan had finished his six lashes, his eyes had begun to overflow
and  his hand was trembling. Shaun, silent, took the whip from Alan; as I
mustered up  strength to thank Alan for showing me the 'errors of my  way'.

The first, lightning quick lash from Shaun found its' mark directly in my
left  armpit. It was excruciating and I could feel the skin begin to blister. The
 remaining lashes were focused on my abdomen, which in itself, doesn't leave
a  slave in the best of emotional shape. I was coughing and crying at the same
time  that my stomach was churning and I just knew that I was going to puke
at any  moment.

I struggled to get my head up from the floor, turning it sideways just as the
 contents of my stomach lurched forth. Thankfully, nobody was in jeopardy of
my  vomit landing on them.

"Sir, thank you Sir, for showing this slave the errors of his ways, Sir." I
meekly, but effectively was able to get  out.

Shaun cast the whip aside as he quickly took hold of Mark's thing and
commanded  him to piss. Like a dog, Mark pissed without hesitating. Shaun made sure
that he  himself guided Mark's thing all over my face. "Sir, thank you Sir." I
replied,  as I'd been  taught.

I only had Master left, to show me that I'd done wrong. However, Master
ordered  everyone out of my stall, except for Mark. His eerie silence, piercing
eyes,  strong body and mind; left me to ponder what was coming  next.

"Go quickly now!" Said my Master to Mark; "Fetch the bucket and get this
straw  removed quickly, and then replace it with clean."

"Sir, yes Sir," Mark squeaked out as he quickly stepped around my body and
that  of Master.

I dare not seek out Master's eyes; not after what I'd just gone through. Mark
 returned with two rather large buckets and by using his two hands was soon
finished with removing all of the smelly and filthy straw.  I must have  gone
somewhere other than here; as I hadn't noticed the stench or the  filth.

I noticed Shaun coming by the outer wall of the stall, stopping only briefly
to  toss in a fresh bale of the prickly straw. Mark hastily spread out the
fresh  straw, with Master rolling me from side to side; enabling the straw to be
spread  beneath me. Not that I may have known an easier way to do the task, as
I was  doing my utmost NOT to think  anymore.

Master retrieved something from his pocket, which looked like a small tube of
 toothpaste; well, it was shaped the same way anyway. He began to apply the
cream  from the tube onto my welts and cuts. It stung like hell, but I withheld
any  indications of it causing me discomfort. I couldn't see myself, yet, but
the  ointment left me to believe that I was really bad off. It wasn't as bad
as the  actual corrective lesson I just had, but it left a lasting impression
in my  mind.

Master handed Mark my butt plug and ordered him take it out and get it
cleaned  up and lubricated. Mark dutifully replied and was off like a bolt of
lightning.

"You did well my slave. I'm quite proud of you." Master said, leaning over
me.  "I could have stopped your lesson, but what good would that have done? I,
too,  am at fault for failing to correct your errors when they  occurred."

Master's tone of voice and the manner in which he spoke was soothing. "I
purposely left you alone this week so that you might contemplate your new  world.
 And, I wanted Shaun to get used to you and Mark without a great  deal of
interruptions.  Shaun seems to have taken a liking to you, which is
understandable; considering the slaves good looks, and the slave's background.  Alan tells
me that the two of you had a great 'free time', and that pleases me
immensely."

Yikes, I hope that Alan didn't tell him everything that I'd said. That just
might cause some problems for me down the  road.

"Your mother seems to be taking all of this in stride and in a respectable
fashion as well. She tells me that at first she was embarrassed to see your
nakedness but that she understood the reasoning behind it. I'm sure that she has
 much more to tell you, but that must wait until your next 'free  time'."

Mark came back, handing Master the grease covered butt plug. Master held it
up,  so that I, too, could see the massive image. "I'm grateful that you are
able to  accept this plug; as it tells me that you've accepted the fact that
your body no  longer belongs to you.  You have learned much in the last month,
and I'm  holding out high hopes that you continue your education. Such progress
can only  be a good thing; as it will also enable this other slave to follow
your example.  More and more slaves will be coming here, and I don't want to
have to worry that  they will become a burden to Shaun and any others which may
be used to teach  them the proper life. Your presence allows Shaun to settle
in and he has assumed  his role as "Headmaster' quite nicely. He has given me
much needed advice on the  expected process to break and train any and all new
slaves; into their  respective new  worlds."

I listened with eagerness, accepting each and every word as gospel. When
Master  fell silent, I knew that he was preparing to insert the plug back into the
body  of His slave. The coolness of the grease, felt great. Master eased,
ever so  slowly, the plug into my tunnel until the outer lips grasped the
narrowest part.  For whatever reason, I felt better now that the plug was back in its
proper  place.

I'm almost positive that I surprised my Master, when I softly said; "Master
thank you Master." I could feel my anal muscles sucking on the plug, as a
flood  of warmth rushed over my prone  body.

"Tomorrow morning, after meal time, we will meet upstairs in the main house.
Your mother wants to witness your eagerness and desire to please your
Master."  That said, Master leaned over and kissed my lips. He stood tall as He
turned and  exited my stall, and the  barn.

Mark's brother came and collected him; and they appeared not to be heading
for  Mark's stall. Alan came into my stall, carrying something rather large
under his  arm.

"I'm going to be staying here tonight, with the slave," Alan said as he began
 unfolding what appeared to be an old canvas army  cot.

After the cot was set up, Alan took little time to release the remaining
chains  which had held me captive. Just having my thing free, felt like a gift. "I
 suppose the slave needs to eat, so let's get going. I've got your meal all
ready  for  you."

Slowly and painfully, I rolled over and got on my hands and knees, following
close behind my friend. I was surprised that he hadn't brought my meal into
the  stall, but I was thankful that I had the chance to get up off the straw.
We went  out the slave entrance and towards one of the picnic tables. Indeed,
we were all  alone. I caught a glimpse of Mark and his brother nearing the back
gate of the  main house and I saw the shadowy outline of Shaun as he embarked
on his way to  the  cottage.

Alan took my big metal bowl off of the table and set in on the ground in
front  of me. I was overcome with joy, with what he had put in the bowl. "Sir,
thank  you Sir!"
I feasted on two juicy cheeseburgers, a small handful of potato chips,
chopped  up celery, pieces of carrot; and my water bowl was filled to capacity with
Pepsi  Cola.

Alan sat on the bench right next to me, as I ate; running his two hands up
and  down my back, not wanting to touch my bruised and battered butt. The
softness of  his skin, while I ate was overwhelmingly relaxing. I ate slow enough to
prolong  the attention he was affording me, as well as to enjoy the
scrumptious meal as  long as I  could.

"Did the slave like its' meal?" Asked  Alan.

"Sir, Oh yes Sir" I properly  replied.

"Let's see about getting you properly cleaned up, shall we." He half  asked.

I followed Alan into the shower area and again he surprised me by doing my
enema  himself. He was gentle and supportive to my welted butt and the
surrounding  areas. When he returned the butt plug, he did it with almost the same
generous  consideration as had my  Master.

Another surprise came when Alan stripped naked and turned on the overhead
shower. He even had the water temperature set to a mildly warm setting which
really was a shock to me; as I was expecting the normal 'cold shower' that I'd
become accustomed  to.

Warm water, liquid soap and Alan's soft hands washed away any remnants of my
earlier lesson. He even washed my head, as if I'd had a full head of hair;
which  seemed odd, but rather  pleasing.

When he was done washing me, he stood up and began to wash himself. His cock
was  right in front of me, yearning for attention. I suckled his cock the
entire time  he stood beneath the cascade of warm waters. It never got really
erect, but I  knew that he was enjoying the attention that I was giving to his
manhood.

Once the water had shut off, and right before Alan stepped out of the shower
area, I leaned down to his two feet and kissed them; saying "Sir, thank you
Sir."

"We'd best not towel the slave off, as it would only fester the cuts and
bruises  even more so." He said with a sympathy tone to his voice.

Like a proper slave, I reached for a towel and from my kneeling position
began  to towel dry Alan. I hesitated briefly, but after seeing the look in Alan's
 face, I carefully and respectfully dried off his cock and balls. Alan took
the  towel from my hands and dried off the upper torso and his  hair.

"Your master left me with the cream for your abrasions, so let's get this
part  over with as quickly as possible." Alan applied the ointment with the
lightest  of touch, which he laughingly called it the 'gay way'. It didn't sting
nearly as  much as the first application, but it did smart  some.

I noticed that Alan's clothes had just been dumped onto the floor, and I took
 the opportunity to pick them up and fold them the best I knew how; putting
them  on one of the nearby stools.  I'm pretty sure that Alan appreciated my
willingness to do something without having to of been told to do it. But, he
didn't say 'thanks' but then again, I'm sure that after having slaves around
your house you don't always feel the need to be thanking them for what they do;
 after all, a slave is supposed to do, with what he is trained to do without
any  need for  compliments.

Alan walked slowly back towards my stall, with me right behind him; just like
an  obedient puppy dog. Once we were in the confines of the four walls Alan
spoke,  "This night shall be one that I remember for years to come, if not for
perhaps  my entire  life."

I was finding it much easier not to think. I can listen, understand and obey;
 all without thinking.  Could this all lead to a better life for me? I dare
not ponder the  possibilities.

Alan had me assume my 'sleep' position, while he watched from the edge of his
 cot. It had, after all, been a long day for me, not to mention seeing mom
and  Alan; with a corrective session tossed  in.

Alan stood up just as soon as I'd gingerly lain prone on the bed of straw. He
 stood over me like a towering Greek God. He positioned himself so that his
feet  were spread wide on either side of my head. He slowly began to ease
himself down  and it became clear what his initial intentions were.

Alan's nutsack made contact with my mouth, and I opened wide to accept, not
one,  but both of his balls. Beyond the smell of the soap, the fragrance of his
 manliness quickly spread throughout my brain. I lost myself in the task at
hand,  and it was nirvana. Only once or twice did I hear him verbalize his
feelings.  With my eyes closed, my brain working in overdrive; I never felt Alan
locate his  hands all the way down to the sides of my waist. The next sensation
I feel is  his mouth sucking away on one of my balls. It was the most
titillating sensation  that I'd felt in days or perhaps weeks. He seemed not to have
any difficulty in  getting both of my balls, with their rings, into his mouth
and the tidal wave of  lust cascaded over me; washing away any remaining
feelings from the whipping I'd  had less than two hours ago. It only created a
passion within me to worship his  nuts even better. My own thing was straining to
become totally rigid, but the  cinch ring, piercings and my Prince Albert
seemed to be the restraining factor.

Alan moved from my balls, to any and every free piece of skin on my shaft.
His  tongue was moist and warm; continuously elevating my desire, need, want to
deliver my slave seed to the world. He slowed down just long enough to elev
ate  his hips, popping his balls from my mouth. A slight adjustment on his part
and  now his cock presented itself to me. This time, the scenario was a little
 different and with him spread out on top of me, working his hips; it didn't
take  to long before I'd consumed every inch of his manhood. My throat muscles
were  working in perfect stride with each thrust he made. I was elated that
he had  been able to keep his body above mine, without allowing the two to
contact each  other. That would have been a painful situation, considering the
welts and  broken skin on my  stomach.

Alan managed to get his tongue flickering over, in and out and around the
piss  slit of my thing; which by now was twitching, as if it had a mind of its
own. My  balls began to ache, from the need to move seed from point A to point
B; but the  cinch ring and the other steel bands made it nearly impossible. If
and when I  made a sound it wasn't all from any pleasure I was being given;
but mostly just  from the aches and pains coming from the captive  balls.

Alan pressed on; moving once again up and down the shaft; this time oblivious
to  all of my piercings.  He moved back to sucking on my balls, while he
increased his speed thrusting harder and harder against my  face.

I knew he was about to 'drain the swamp' merely by the pulsating of his cock.
 Little did I know, or understand, that we were about to have a joint  climax.

Just before Alan dumped his seed, he placed his mouth over the entire tip of
my  thing; Prince Albert and all. Holding his body up with just one hand, his
other  hand massaged my balls until we both shuttered and moaned; stiffening
our  respective bodies while his man seed and my slave seed spewed endlessly.
His  sperm tasted better this time than it had the first  time.

He eased himself off of me, only to present his butt to my mouth. I licked it
 like an ice cream cone. Alan squirmed just a little as my tongue made
contact  with his pucker and he seemed pleased that I didn't hesitate to administer
to  his desires. I was able to get my tongue inside of him, noticing the taste
was  something that I'd really have to acquire in order to become the best of
the  best.

By the time he raised himself off of me, his cock was once again semi-rigid.
He  twisted and turned, presenting me with his cock. I knew from this
afternoon,  what was expected of me. I swallowed every single drop of his piss and
didn't  waste time 'thinking' about  it.

Now laying alongside me, he began to bath my nipples in passionate kissing
and  sucking. The rings were so big that they had no ill effect on his efforts
to  drive me insane. From one tit to the other, back and forth; until most of
my  upper chest was covered in sweat and saliva. I hadn't realized that I had
placed  both of my arms around Alan, in what one might consider a passionate
manner;  allowing my hands to venture down to the sweet, soft cheeks of Alan's
butt. I  moved my head and found his armpit, which I lavished in soft endearing
kisses.

What seemed like only minutes was in reality over an hour; and Alan brought
our  activity to a halt. As he stood, I quickly knelt; kissing both of his
beautiful  naked feet; followed by, "Sir, thank you  Sir."

Alan moved over to the cot and the last thing I remember before falling into
the  best sleep ever, was him saying to me, "Good night, my good and obedient
slave."

There were no dreams, no nightmares, no thinking this night; just much needed
 rest. Tomorrow would prove to be another exciting, humiliating, and sex
filled  day. My world was moving faster than ever, but I'm bound and determined to
take  each day, each situation with a great deal more zeal than ever before.
Maybe,  just maybe, life IS better when I don't 'think'.
Sail Away Chapter  52


The night, my sleep, was softly interrupted by the gentleness of Alan
stroking  my chest with his own two hands. His boyish smile, greeted me as my eyes
filtered through the haze of  awakening.

"Remember slave that you are not in any form of 'free time' so make sure you
adjust your thought process accordingly." Alan said in a hushed  voice.

I heard the faint sounds of at least one other, now in the slave barn. I knew
 that the passionate experience last night was now just a fond memory, one
which  I too will keep with me  forever.

Alan jumped from his cot and scampered over to where I'd folded his clothes
the  night before. I watched as he stepped into those cute undies and pulled
his  jeans up over them. He took a brief amount of time to blindly straighten
out his  hair, before going over to where the other people  were.

Moments later I saw Mark and his brother walking towards the shower area;
well,  Mark was actually being pulled along behind a thick chain leash which had
been  attached to his Prince Albert. By the sounds coming from the shower
area, it  left me with a big impression that Mark's brother was still being cruel
towards  him. I could only hope that Shaun or my Master would intervene on
Mark's  behalf.

With such a night, being disciplined, I affirmed to myself to improve
drastically. I had come to the realization that indeed I had slacked off over  the
last days. I quickly assumed the proper position for greeting Master or a  free
man. My butt was up high, facing the entry way to the stall, my head was
touching the floor and my arms were also making contact with the floor. Anyone
who entered was to be greeted in such a manner, as to say that the only thing
this slave has to offer is his body, which includes his  ass.

Thankfully, I'd made the right decision at just the right time; as soon
thereafter a shiny set of black boots appeared directly in front of my head. I
brought my head up just enough so that I could kiss each of them in a manner
worthy of His homage. "Rise slave and follow me," came the demanding words from
Master.

Crawling behind Master gave me my first opportunity to notice the work done
yesterday. There were lots of iron or steel rings placed all over the place,
as  additional rings and chains hung from the ceiling in several key areas used
for  training and discipline. As I looked around it was an odd feeling that
came over  me, just knowing that Jordan and me had worked in here for nearly a
week, in a  sense helping to create and build our own living spaces.

Crawling down to the shower area, I could see outside and noticed that some
of  the teenagers were all sitting around on one of the picnic tables;
apparently  drinking their morning coffee. What I would give for a cup of the hot
stuff  right now.

Nearing the shower area, the sounds of voices became clearer. The distinct
tone  of Mark's brother was more than evident, as he was still berating his
brother.  Shaun was also present but he was only sporadically making  comments.

By the time we reached the showers, Mark was hanging by his ankles; now
completely outfitted with steel wrist and ankle restraints. His neck was encased
in a rather thick and wide iron collar with six large rings spaced evenly
around  the  circumference.

I remember the one or two times that I'd been inverted at school, and knew
exactly how the slave was feeling. To see his thing dangling downward, without
having a scrotum, sent shivers down my spine. That's one thing that I'd never
 wish on anybody, not even a slave.

Mark has an enema hose going directly into his tunnel, from one of the
standard  spigots. I'm assuming that he is receiving one of those 'deep cleanings'
that I  had to experience.

As Master proceeded to speak with Shaun, I watched with interest as Mark's
slim  body began to bulge from the influx of tap water. No sooner did Mark begin
to  moan, that his brother shoved a black butt plug into the slave's mouth;
silencing him for the most  part.

Shaun stepped over towards me; which I had no reason to believe I was or had
done anything 'yet' to summon his mean streak. He stopped, faced me, and
stood  firm. Immediately my reactionary instincts took over and I kissed his boots
with  as much reverence as I had done moments ago to my Master.

Shaun moved back, which allowed me the clear view of Mark once more. His
brother  had removed the hose and had just told his brother that he needed to
retain the  water for as long as possible. I know, as you do, that it isn't as
easy as some  folk's think it is. Mark began to twist and turn, as his brother
moved back to a  safe distance.

Ass slime went straight up, and back down; in huge spurts as the slave
evacuated  his bowels. It fell on the tile floor as well as landing on the slave.
The same  hose that had been shoved down the slave's tunnel was used to rinse
the slave  off; just prior to being re-inserted for a second, third and fourth
filling. The  last expulsion of water came out clear as glass; which brought an
end to Mark's  cleansing.

"Now slave," Master said, speaking directly to me, "Today you are responsible
 for seeing to it that the new slave's body is squeaky  clean."

I scurried into the shower, AFTER I'd properly responded to Master's
directive.  Shaun had set the water temperature, which turned out to be not so bad. It
 wasn't cold, but had enough hot water mixing with it to take the chill  off.

I was given the liquid soap and a wash cloth, with which to perform my
assignment. I knelt in front of the slave and began washing him, but it wasn't
until I moved around behind him that I noticed his butt was black and blue.
Somebody, most likely Shaun and his own brother had used the 'frat paddle' on
him. I couldn't bring myself to use the wash cloth so I simply squeezed some of
the soap into the palms of my hands and massaged his beaten skin. I did the
same  thing when it came time to wash the slave's thing and well, you know;
where his  balls once were.

It was then, while washing Mark that I began to understand the 'slave
mentality'  part of life. We, as slaves must take care of one another. We have the
foremost  responsibility to please our Masters but we MUST take care of one
another.  Regardless if one is a sex slave or a worker slave; each of us, down to
the last  slave, must assure ourselves that we are doing whatever possible to
make all the  other slaves feel useful in their new world. To forgo our fellow
slaves, would  be like tossing them to the wolves. We must align ourselves
with each other, we  must tend to the smallest needs and wants of one another
and above all else, we  must honor and love one another. I felt a personal
warmth flow within my soul,  as this new revelation came to  light.

No sooner than I had finished bathing Mark, Shaun turned the water off and
ordered me out of the shower. I knelt there, next to Master; with the water
from  the shower dripping off my body. Shaun came at Mark with a large mug of
shaving  soap and his bristle brush and lathered the slave from toenail to the
top of his  naked head. The bright light of the shower sparkled off of the
straight razor  Shaun was going to use to rid Mark of the stubble which he'd
acquire over the  past week.  It was over with in just a matter of minutes.

While watching the expert shaving, I hadn't noticed the arrival of Master Doc
 and Jordan. They weren't exactly close by; but close enough to observe the
proceedings. Mark was given one final rinse, with cold water and Shaun quickly
 released the chains from the slave's ankles, gently dropping Mark to the
floor.

I was amazed, no; I was stunned to see how fast Mark got to his hands and
knees  and kissed Shaun's feet, followed by a most humble 'thank  you.'

"Come on slave, I don't have all fucking day to let you play like a baby!"
Marks  younger brother  barked.

As Mark turned to crawl off of the tiled flooring, his brother clipped a
leash  onto his collar and began rather forcefully to lead him outside for his
morning  meal. I did feel sadness for Mark, and could only hope that his brother,
one  day, would settle down and not be so cruel to him. I vowed that I would
try and  sooth away any pain, any mental anguish that Mark incurred by the
wrath of his  brother.

Master Doc turned and followed the two; stating that he wanted to inspect the
 slave's rings and his recent operation. Jordan stayed behind, in a proper
slave  posture; while I was shoved into the shower.  Like Mark, I was strung up
by  my ankles; amazed that the workers had apparently installed electrical
hoist in  more places than I already knew  about.

The responsibility of my enema was left to Jordan. I was filled three times,
before the water flowed clean. By now, getting hosed out was becoming so
regular  that I can't even remember when the last time was that I had a worldly
urge to  take a dump. I guess a body gets rather accustomed to such changes over
time.  After Jordan rinsed me off, he stepped aside; kneeling between Master
and Shaun.

I half expected Shaun to release my ankles, but that wasn't the case. Alan
came  forward and even inverted, as I was, I watched as Alan shed his own
clothes. He  adjusted the water to suit himself, and went right to work giving me a
complete  scrubbing.

Immediately following my bath, I thanked Alan; and was led out to the morning
 meal by a leash attached to my Prince Albert. By the time I'd gotten
outside,  Mark was already having the final binding placed on him and the pole with
the  large dildo on it was about to be rammed up his tunnel. His brother had
already  taken his seat on the cart and was directing the teenagers below. I
watched in  horror as the dildo was shoved up Mark's ass with the free end firmly
attached  to the cart. What I hadn't planed on seeing, was that Mark had been
fitted with  some kind of leather head gear which made him look like a beast
of burden. It  even had a one of those things, one might see when around
horses; the thing that  goes into a horse's mouth so the rider can steer better.

I hadn't had my first bite of food, and I heard the swish of air from behind
Mark, as his brother cracked a whip on Mark's lower back; yelling at him to
'getter up'. I watched in shock as Mark struggled to pull the cart and his
brother up the incline. I made note of Mark's  situation.

As I ate, the sounds of the boys seemed to come and go. I knew that Alan was
sitting close by, as I could see his cute, adorable legs and feet. I'd hoped
for  more time with Jordan, but for some reason it appeared that maybe they
were  trying to separate the two of us. I must say, Jordan looked well rested
and  happy when I saw him earlier.

After completing the meal, I had expected my standard bowl of water; but as
luck  would have it, water wasn't on the menu this morning. Instead, by the
graciousness of the heavens, a mug of hot steaming coffee was placed on the
ground next to my meal bowl. I didn't look up to see who placed it there, but I
knew.

Once my hunger and thirst had been satiated, I rose to my knees and properly
gave thanks to the only male there; Alan. They were never, EVER, going to
punish  me again for forgetting my  manners.

One of the boys came and said something to Alan. Alan giggled and laughed at
what was said; but I wasn't concerned at this point. Since I hadn't seen
Master  Doc since before my meal, I'm guessing that he along with some of the boys
had  returned to the main house. Jordan soon appeared, kneeling on all fours,
next to  me as his meal was given to him; and I couldn't help but to think if
Mark had  already been fed. That would have been the least his brother could
have done for  him before making him the 'morning  pony'.

I was excited that Master was along side of me. Just His presence seemed to
calm  any and all anxieties that I may have had. And, by now I was well adapt
at  smelling him, even if I wasn't able to see him. He has the most
overpowering  scent of a man that one can imagine.

I was suddenly struck with the fact that I was attracted to three men; one of
 which is a slave and one is my Master, and the third one was Alan. Not bad
really, considering the fact that a month ago I wasn't even looking at a male;
 thinking of ways in which to please him and even 'worship' him. But, I knew
that  my life had already been decided for me and as a slave there was
absolutely  nothing in the world that I could do about it, except run away; which at
the  moment, I had no intentions of  doing.

At the very moment that Jordan finished eating, Shaun clipped a leash to his
Prince Albert and the two of us were being led towards the main house. Just
looking at my Master's strong, muscular legs increased my wants and desires to
 have a good day. I knew, or I thought I knew, just how much Master likes me
and  after a week without my Master it was such a grand experience just being
behind  him. As we continued the walk, all I could think about were the times
that  Master and I were alone and I was able to please him, like a good
obedient  slave.

On the other hand, Shaun wasn't built like Master; but he had a nice body and
a  pleasing face, yet his temperament seemed ten times worse than any free
man I'd  come in contact with over the last thirty days. Yes, he was even more
vile and  sadistic than Mark's brother; that is, if someone were to ask my
opinion.

Nearing the main house, I heard a noise which was all too familiar to me. It
was  the ringing of a cellphone. I saw Master slip a hand into his pocket and
pull  out the phone and answered it.  Come to think about it, it was the first
 time since, who knows when, that I'd heard a phone  ringing.
Master held up His free arm, signaling our little group to stop. Both Jordan
and  I looked at one another at the same time; both of us with a puzzled look
on our  faces. Shaun seemed not to care one way or the other about either of
us, as he  took this opportunity, away from the barn, to light up a cigarette.
He even  dropped Jordan's leash and stepped away from the three of us, as not
to offend  Master with the foul smell of the  smoke.

I couldn't help but to notice Jordan's balls dangling free beneath him. I
wondered what he'd look like if his balls were bound up just like mine. At least
 with mine up and out of the way, I was able to move about a little more
freely  and without the chance that they'd be in the way. I was no longer envious
of  him, having the much small jewelry either. Perhaps the one thing that he
had  that I wished I had, was his long and thick dick, Opps, I mean his  thing.

Master continued speaking, but now He had turned towards the two of us,
smiling  from ear to ear. Whoever was on the other end of the call, was at least
keeping  Master in a good mood. Now, however, I was able to hear at least the
one side of  the  conversation.

"Well, since you've arrived at the only conclusion; I will accept your
apology."
"No, they are both doing just fine and as a matter of fact they are both
right  here next to  me."
"Well, we were just on our way down to the house, so that John Henry can get
an  inspection."
"No, I don't mind telling you at  all."
"No,  it's not a perspective buyer. It's your former wife, my  sister."
"Yes, well; she arrived yesterday with a friend of hers and the ladies  son."
"Oh  no; they both seem nice. The boy is or used to be an acquaintance of
John  Henry's."
"Well, that I just don't know. The lady has mentioned it to me last night but
I  haven't really given it much  thought."
"Don't forget, that I'm holding his legal but temporary papers. So that has
yet  to be  decided."
"No I haven't forgotten everything you've helped me with; but don't you
forget  everything that I've done for you  either."
"I think you might just be wrong on that part. You see, she has taken all of
the  negatives and has turned them all into positives. She even has a slave on
loan  to her and she seems more than happy with the  arrangement."
"Yes, I'm sure it is a naked slave. A male slave,  yes."
"Well, I don't have an answer for that,  yet."
"Sure, if you call again tomorrow I'll be able to tell you much more than I
know  now."


"Oh that! Well, after a night of watching a couple of videos of him and being
 around some of my weekend boys, she seems quite  relaxed."
"No, I'm sure by now he understands his new life, in his new  world."
"No, listen to what I've said. She is most comfortable with it, and him, and
I'm  glad that she wants to prove to herself and him that she stills  cares."
"Well now let me see how to answer that one right at the moment. You could
say  that Doc has taken a fancy to  him."
"Yes, that also is something which must be  decided."
"No, not exactly. You see, all this week I've been in constant contact with
the  County court and they've agreed to my  arrangement."
"OHH yes! Quite lucrative, a great source of income for  me."
"Thanks, coming from you that is quite a  compliment."
"I'm hoping that we will start getting a few, as early as  tomorrow."
"By the way the judge was talking Friday; it will be a mixture of them, but
no  females."
"Yes, he understands that pretty well. I told him that down the road, we
might  get to training them but not right  now."
"No,  I'm not sure about that; but I do know that neither of these two will
be  involved with any of the new indentured. They have enough to do and learn
without the burden of being around the  newbies."
"No, that's between you and her, I'm not going to get in the middle of that.
If  she wants a slave, she can have one of the newbies that we'll be training.
Hell  for all I care she can keep the fucker she has now. He's probably got a
good  supply of cum to go along with a nice big fat fucking cock; which
should make  her forget all about  reconciliation."
"Seriously man, she can buy whatever she wants to. She has money now and from
 what I understand she has some powerful ideas on how to make even more.
She's  getting a lot of advice in that department; so I just stay out of  it."
"Yes,  I enjoy his company a great deal; but the outcome is yet to be seen.
There just  might be a fly in the ointment now; but I can come to some type of
arrangement I  think everybody will be happy, including the  slave."
"Hey, I gotta get these slaves down to the house, so call me tomorrow evening
 and perhaps I'll have some more to tell you; but for now, nothing has
changed,  that is except for your soon to be  ex-wife."

A flip of the phone and it was right back into Master's pocket. Shaun had
snuffed out his smoke and put the butt into one of his pockets. Both of our
leashes were back in their hands and we were off, once again towards the main
house; with me wondering why I hadn't seen  Alan.

The obvious answer to who Master was talking to was easy to figure out, as
the  back gate came into view. I was, and yet I wasn't, looking forward to
seeing mom  this morning. She did say, after all, that we were going to have some
'free  time' with which she wanted to speak with me some more.

As Shaun flicked the lever up on the gate; pushing it open, I could see a
great  deal of activity all around the pool deck. I do mean a lot of  activity.

The housekeeper was fussing around, on one of the tables, and the butler was
carrying out a large silver tray of what looked like fancy pastries.

All of the boys were busy wiping down the outdoor furniture, and one of them
was  even netting any floating leaves from the water's  surface.

I still hadn't seen Alan since he had fed me, and mom was nowhere in sight.
Both  Jordan and I were made to lift up one knee at a time so that one of the
boys  could wipe off the dirt as he also made us lift up one hand at a time for
the  same  purpose.

"Jacob,  come here if you please." The butler quite politely asked of one of
the teen  aged boys. "When Ms. Morris comes down, please see to it that she
gets anything  and everything she requires and  requests."

I sensed that Jordan was looking right at me, and indeed he was. His face had
a  rather sweet glow radiating all over  it.

As the butler was about to re-enter the house, the door opened and Alan's mom
 came out in a long flowing kinda robe. She paused to say something, quietly,
to  the butler before he disappeared into the  kitchen.

The next thing I know is that Master, Master Doc, and Shaun are all sitting
on  the opposite side of the pool, holding piping hot cups of mid morning
coffee; to  which the aroma sailed across the pool. The housekeeper was once again
doing  something on the main serving table; protected from the rays of the m
orning  sun.

As the door re-opened, out came mom; who was greeted by Alan's mom. They
exchanged pleasantries for a minute or so and then they both began to approach
Jordan and me. Alan's mom stopped short and took up laying on one of the
loungers; directly opposite of the free men on the other side of the pool.

Mom came directly passed me, and took up the first lounger directly behind
me. I  turned around and, remained on all fours, greeted her just as if she and
I were  at home. She seemed to like it on one hand, but was a little surprised
that I  had called her 'mom' instead of the customary slave word  'ma'am.'

Jacob was quick to ask her if she wanted a coffee and breakfast roll, and mom
 replied back, that she did. Another boy appeared to be tending to the needs
of  Alan's mom.

>From the corner of my eye, I noticed Master coming over in our direction and
instantly thought that I'd done something  wrong.
Master greeted mom in the most friendliest of ways, which seemed only right;
since they were related. "If there is anything, anything at all, that you
need,  just ask Jacob and he will see to it that it is taken care of." Mom
thanked him  for his exceptional kindness for the weekend and Master seemed pleased
that mom  was actually happy and not treating him like she had for so many
previous years.

Turning to me, bending at the waist; as if He was going to kiss me; Master
very  quietly said, "I shall consider this morning as our weekend outing, which
as you  know gives you some lateral leeway in which you may speak if  needed."

I bent down, kissed Masters now bare feet and thanked him  properly.

The butler soon returned, carrying a rather large tray and had Jacob place
one  of those small TV like trays right next to mom. After setting the tray
down, the  butler simply told mom that he 'believes that everything needed has
been  provided.'

Mom motioned for me to come closer, which at first I was concerned, but that
soon faded as she began to speak to me. "Listen son, you need not fear your
mother. All I'm going to do is to clean and sanitize your body piercings;
which  at the same time will allow me to spend quality time with you and we both
can  have a nice chat. I've seen enough of the videos, witnessed first hand,
last  night, the male to male ritual of sexual desires; so you needn't think
that I'm  not up to speed with such things, not to mention the world of  slavery."

I moved as close as possible to mom, as she told me to kneel. Ma'am, yes
Ma'am"  came an almost involuntary response. She made a fuss over all of my
bruises and  cuts from last night; coating each of them in a mint scented
antibacterial  ointment.

My eyes had closed, reverting my world back to the times when I'd come in
with a  cut or scrape on my skin and mom would fix it up just like a  nurse.

Mom started the ring cleaning with my large rings which dangled from my
earlobes. The moment she took hold of my nose ring, she started speaking in her
normal soft feminine tone of voice. "I'm still shocked at why some men want
their slaves to have a cute nose ring. I'd of thought that only animals had such
 things; but I possibly can understand the mental aspect of having one's
slave  wear a nose ring. Did it hurt when they put it in?" She didn't wait for me
to  answer the question; as she must have realized that anytime you punch a
hole  through human cartilage it has to  hurt.

Mom sent Jacob off to get her a refill of coffee; and then began to clean my
nipple rings. "You know, I saw those pictures and the one video where your
father had you hooked up to that machine. It sure has made your tits standout."
 Just hearing those words from mom sent a cold shiver down my spine; but she
continued, "And I don't suppose these big rings are of any help either. Just
by  the weight of them, I can see that your tits are so much longer. Do you
know how  long they will get?" Again, she didn't wait for me to answer. "I've
heard that  after a year or so that a man's tits can exceed one inch in length;
which I  believe is what most masters consider 'appropriately normal for a
slave'. Not  that you wouldn't look nice with such tits, but it's not up to me to
say;  because apparently you seem happy and content with everything that your
father  and your uncle have done with you, and to you."

Man oh man, did that give me an open door to say something, or what! However
she  just kept right on talking, just like she always did. Perhaps my turn
would come  soon  enough.

Mom's coffee refill was brought over and she took a break to enjoy it; but I
think she was having more of a pleasant time just looking at my nakedness and
 talking; all the while Jacob stood silently behind her, with the biggest
grin  I'd ever seen on any man. I'm sure he was enjoying the  'show'.

"You understand John Henry, oh of course you do; there's not much sense in
going  over all the troubles your father and I had, it's just so sad that we
didn't  understand your sexual orientation long before you were involuntarily
enslaved.  I'm just mad at your father for what he put on your application for
indenturement. He told the court that you weren't a good son and that you had
'issues' with authority. At least he got the court to allow him to do your
intake, because you might not know that in the city, a newly indentured slave is
 kept in a cage and gang raped until he gives up all hope of ever returning
to  the outside world. And for a straight, normal fella, that would seem so
awful,  don't you  think."

Well of course I might have had a comment to make about that as well, but I'm
 doing my best; even with mom, not to think too much. Thinking seems to
always  get me into trouble. Thankfully she changed the subject matter  completely.

"This lad here (pointing to Jacob) was so nice last night. First he explained
 himself to me and all about his homosexual lifestyle. Then he demonstrated
just  how caring and wonderful sex is between two males. I simply had no idea
until he  showed me. He showed so much restraint while his penis was inside the
rectum of  that boy right over there (pointing to the youngest of the porno
boys).  Thankfully, that dreadful cameraman isn't out here with us. I simply
wouldn't  allow it. You should have seen his disgusting behavior last night.
You'd have  thought that the boys owed him sex all the time; just by the way he
was always  grabbing  himself."

I'm pretty sure mom might have been stalling for time or something; just by
the  way she carried on about this and that. I knew which rings were to be
cleaned  next and obviously she wasn't offended by them. There had to be some
other  reason.

She even called out to Master, who came over and listened as she asked, "Why
is  it that the boys are wearing shorts and a shirt? Isn't it possible that
they'd  like to be naked and go swimming or something? It wouldn't bother me at
all.  Especially not after seeing them all last  night."

Master was just about to say something, when mom started up again. "Look
there.  See Alan's mother; she's got one hand up that boys shorts yanking on his
penis  and the other hand down the backside; probably feeling the boys anus.
She thinks  that all males are meant to play with, and her pool boy has told me
so much  more."

"Very well, Sis," Master replied. Turning to the group Master told the boys
to  strip down and to feel free to use the  pool."

As Master began to return to his seat, he bent down and got a hold of Jordan
by  the collar and led him over to Master Doc. I'd all but forgotten that
Jordan had  been kneeling only a few feet behind me. I guess that I'd learned
enough the  hard way; that a good slave gives all of his attention to a free man
before  thinking about another  slave.

"Would you look at that," mom said with disgust. "Alan's mother has gone a
tad  to far. She's over there masturbating that poor boy. You'd think she got
enough  sex at home with her husband that fooling around with a teenager would
be the  last thing on her  mind."

I didn't even conjure up a mental response to that last remark; as even if I
had, I wouldn't have been able to  say.

"Now stand up son, so we can finish the  cleanings."

I stood up and placed my hands behind my neck, as mom began the lengthy chore
of  cleaning each and every ring on my thing and balls. I really had to keep
my eyes  closed and try to think of anything but having hands on my  thing.

The only words I heard her say to me were, "This so reminds me of when you
were  just a baby and I had to change your diapers, give you baths and powder
your  behind."

I was so glad when she was finished, or so I thought. "Only one ring left
John  Henry. Why don't you turn around and lay over that lounger and I'll clean
the  last one and you'll be all clean and cute." She wanted me to expose my
butt to  her, just so she could clean my anal  ring.

I obeyed without hesitation, BUT, when I turned around Alan was sitting on
the  lounger. I never heard him come out onto the pool deck. I wonder how long
he'd  been sitting there, taking all of this  in.

I knelt down, and as I did Alan swung his legs over the side of the lounger;
now  we were almost staring one another face to face. His hands moved down to
unsnap  his shorts and to slide the zipper down. He lifted himself up just
enough to  allow his shorts to fall around his ankles. I'm sure that mom knew
what was  going to happen; as it had probably all been  pre-arranged.

I snagged a quick glance over to the other side of the pool, and all of the
free  men, and the housekeeper were watching. Even the three boys in the pool
were  hanging on to the side of the pool closest to us, their eyes bulging,
anticipating the  moment.

"Now lean forward John Henry, so I can get to this last ring of  yours."

I don't know if I was scared, embarrassed, humiliated or what; but I slowly,
ever so slowly bent forward, with my hands still behind my neck. No sooner
had  my head dropped below the level of Alan's chest; he put his soft hands on
my  shoulders and began to make small circles with the palms of his hands. His
relaxing technique seemed to be working. If mom worked on my anal piercing,
like  the others, this would be over in no time; provided she didn't say to
much.

"Another ring, that I find no purpose for," mom began speaking, "Alan, dear,
why  is it that the slave has so many rings and especially those bars running
through  his  penis?"

Alan kept silent, as he was now applying a steady pressure on my back,
bringing  my mouth in contact with his manhood. I didn't take to much of it at
first, as I  could feel Alan sort of, withdraw the pressure he was expending. I
knew that  this was going to be a long drawn out process; which had it not been
for mom, I  might have been  ecstatic.

"Well Mrs. Morris, most rings are quite useful to a slave's master, with some
 exceptions. The reason for John Henry's anal ring is basically designed to
correct his worldly habit of movement. Even a good, properly trained slave
would  never think of walking a hundred percent like a free man. Some rings and
bars  are simply to decorate a specific part of the body, yet can also provide
a means  to retard any inclinations a slave may have towards self
masturbation. You see,  a slave can not be permitted to play with his cock, unless he has
been granted  permission. Like you see all of John Henry's rings and bars, he
too would have a  most difficult time in grasping his cock to manipulate
himself to orgasm.  Personally I love the look of jewelry on his cock, the part of
him that he now  knows is nothing more than a  thing."

Alan and my mother were taking about me as if I wasn't even here. On the
other  hand, I was glad to finally see that mom was taking an interest in me,
other  than just putting me on nineteen years of display as her accomplishment in
life.  As for Alan, I was glad to see that he knew a lot about slaves and
their  needs.
Mom  seemed to be lagging behind with my anal ring, perhaps just enjoying the
time  spent talking with Alan. Several times she slipped a finger in between
the base  of my butt plug and my tunnel entrance; tracing the outline of the
puffy skin  surrounding it. As weird as it may sound, the touch was heavenly;
soft, caring  and warm.

"Alan, do you mind me asking you all of these questions? I mean, well, I'm
trying to understand and accept so much lately. A gay son, slavery and last but
 not least a divorce; which has nothing to do with John Henry or anyone
else."

"Oh, no ma'am." Alan replied. "It is good that you ask questions, because
that  is about the only way to learn the slaves new  world."

"Well, I do have 'one' question that is still puzzling me." Mom came back
quickly. "My brother told me that a lot of the rings and bars on John Henry's
penis came from a photograph that someone had sent him. He likes them, but what
 puzzles me is why YOU sent the picture to John Henry's uncle, I mean
master."

I instantly raised my mouth off of Alan's cock, after hearing mom ask him
that  question. I wanted to know the answer now, just as much as she did. Alan
quickly  pushed my head down, but not onto his cock. With an open mouth, I got
Alan's  sac, hairy as it was, completely engulfed. I hadn't even started a
proper tongue  action, when all of a sudden there was a commotion on the other
side of the  hedgerow.

The shuffling of lounge chairs, the patter of feet told me that several free
men  were hastily on their way to discover the reason for such a disturbance.
Mom  fell silent as did Alan, but neither of them moved; nor did Alan
relinquish his  firm grip on my  earrings.

What I write here is from what I learned later, which seemed to be another
catalyst in bringing my uncle's place that much closer to becoming exactly what
 he wanted it to  be.

Apparently, Mark's brother had become so blind as to the amount of stress,
strain and pain he had been causing. The boy had whipped Mark severely. Not
only  the whipping but that he had Mark running most of the time as well. Finally
Mark  was unable to keep up the rapid pace required by his brother, that his
body  received more strikes of the whip than it should have.

I could distinguish Master Doc's voice rising above all the others, but
couldn't  make out to much of what he was saying. My master had called all of the
boys  out, to assist Him in removing Mark from the cart.

The way my head was positioned in Alan's lap, I finally saw Master Doc; with
a  tight grip on the collar of Mark's brothers shirt. He pushed him down onto
one  of the loungers and ordered him not to move a 'fucking muscle'. Master
Doc said  something to the housekeeper and she was moving like a scalded dog
towards the  house. The butler was right behind her, and both disappeared rather
quickly.

I could also see two of the boys, holding Mark up by his shoulders; half
walking, half dragging him over to the last available lounger. They laid him
flat, face down, and I could see the signs that he'd received a severe to brutal
whipping.

By now Shaun was standing in front of the now sobbing brother; towering over
him  just like he did the rest of us. Master Doc was kneeling down next to
Mark,  awaiting the return of the housekeeper and butler.

Master had retrieved his cellphone and was apparently waiting for the party
on  the other end to answer. Master paced, incessantly. I could see the redness
of  anger in His face. Finally the party answered and I discovered that he
was  talking to the parents of Mark and his brother.

As Master talked, he began walking in our direction; apparently not wanting
his  conversation to be heard by all. "You do know, don't you, that it is
against the  law to treat a slave in such a manner! Well, I don't give a shit! As
soon as I  disconnect, I'm calling the authorities and have him arrested for
his  crimes."

Master, without another word ended the call. With Master now behind me, I
could  hear Him explain to the authorities the situation. This kid was in deep
shit, if  you'd ask me. "Yes, we have him down back in our pool area. Yes, if
need be we  can restrain him until you arrive. Just be sure you send the
enforcement  officers and not the uniformed police, as they are not as adapt in
handling such  a situation. Well right now the boy is crying, but he does seem to
have a quick  triggered temper, so if it were me I'd come well prepared for the
worst case  scenario." The phone conversation  ended.

Master apologized to his sister and to Alan for the ruckus. Both of them
apparently had no problem with the situation and Alan even commented that it
might be quite educational; watching the officers cart the kid away. Mom even
agreed with Alan, adding that she hoped the kid would create a  disturbance.

"You being a good boy aren't you." Master said to me; as He came over and
rubbed  my bald head, knowing full well that my mouth was stuffed to capacity
with  Alan's balls. Jacob returned, as well, standing close  by.

Soon, the housekeeper came out with an arm full of supplies with which Master
 Doc would use to repair the damage done by the severe whipping. The butler
returned with the cameraman and had him take photos of 'the  crime'.

"I wish the cameraman would go back down into his hole." Mom said with a
menacing tone in her voice. "For some reason I just can't stand to look at his
sorry ass."

"I'm sure he'll return to his studio Mrs. Morris." Replied Alan. "He has a
ton  of work to do and if it isn't completed on time, I'm sure he'll receive the
 wrath of  hell."

The cameraman left within three minutes, but not before walking past us and
snapping a few photos; probably for his own collection. Everything seemed to
settle back down after that. Mark's sobs stopped, his brother remained silent
and passive and the boys all went about their duties or playtime. Alan's
mother  was satisfying herself with her personal boy; rubbing suntan lotion all
over his  body, using it well, I might add. Jordan was by his master's side,
helping him  with Mark. I couldn't help but to briefly think, that Jordan was
content, happy  and in love with his master; and no matter how hard I wanted him
to be with me  it just wasn't going to happen. Yes, it saddened me, but I
suppose that is what  happens when one slave falls in love with another slave.

My momentary lapse in the current situation was reconstituted when my mother
began speaking. "Young man, would you please bring me something cold to drink
 and perhaps one of those breakfast rolls." Jacob was off and  running.

"I know that I still have much to learn about gays and slavery, but being
here  this weekend is like being immersed into the subject matter. So now where
were  we?"

"You'd asked about the photographs I sent to the slave's master," replied
Alan.  Well you see Mrs. Morris, I gotta tell you the whole story, but I'll
condense it  some. You see, the slave boy that dad sent over to your house, was our
pool boy,  or you might think of him as my personal slave. But, mom was
getting a bit to  friendly with him and as much as dad loves my mom, well; he was
going to have  him nutted. I didn't want that and the only immediate thing I
could come up with  was to get dad and mom to loan him to you. At least for now
he gets to keep his  balls."

As Alan concluded that sentence, he grasped my earrings and raised my head
off  of his balls and once again he was feeding me, slowly, his gorgeous
manhood.

"Dad told me that I'd made a great sacrifice, for the sake of the slave. He
said  that the slave will probably never be the same since mom nearly corrupted
his  thought process. At least at your place, he's not subjected to the
rigorous  routine of having to do all of his work, take care of me AND spend the
remainder  of the afternoons with mom. Dad already told me how much work the
slave is doing  around your place and I'm glad; at least he is free of moms
advances and he can  live a proper life  there.

Now then, dad said that I could get another slave for myself, IF you decided
that you wanted to keep the pool boy at your place. Dad said he's made you a
reasonable offer, which I hope you'll accept. That's the main reason I'm here
 with you this weekend.  After all, both of us wanted AND needed to see John
Henry.

As for the rings, I sent your brother a letter along with the picture. I told
 him that we, my father actually, might be interested in purchasing John
Henry. I  mentioned that if that were to happen that I'd want the slave to have
the thing  all nicely decorated just like in the photo. I was surprised; believe
me, when I  saw that the slave's master had already pierced the flesh of the
slave.

And you know, that dad has made some financial investments with your brother
over the past week or so. Now dad owns part of the slave business here and he
is  hoping that you too will invest in the place. If I take John Henry home
with me;  well, it will solve a lot of problems. Not to mention that you'll be
seeing a  lot of him as will all of his friends and team mates. It sure beats
living here  or being sold off to somebody who'd treat him like that other
slave over  there."

Alan pushed my head all the way down on his cock, which seemed to bring a
comment from my mother. "Doesn't doing something like that, restrict a slaves
airway?"

"No not at all. A slave learns to control his breathing and knows to inhale
through his nose. That's not saying that a slave doesn't choke, gag or even
puke  while he or she is learning how to do this. A lot of free men, in a
different  position will actually fuck a slave's mouth; just as he would fuck his
asshole."

For once mom was silent, as the word 'fuck' and 'asshole' were words that I'd
 never fathom saying in front of  her.

I knew that she had to be done cleaning the last ring, but she didn't seem to
 want me to move off of Alan's  manhood.

They talked a lot; covering such topics in detail as, rimming, sucking,
fucking,  swallowing, urinal duty, toilet training, punishments and yes, even
fisting.  Mom sounded as if she'd understood Alan's explanations better  than
anyone else's; for which she constantly was thanking Alan for his in-depth
descriptive one on one  lesson.

"Well, Alan it sure seems that you have a grasp on what it takes to train and
 raise a slave from the ground up. I'm sure your father will be pleased if in
 fact you decide on taking John Henry  home."

Now, I know, I know…I don't have a say in the matter, but as much as I'm
coming  to like and care about Alan more and more; isn't anyone going to ask me
what I  think? It isn't like we've never met before, is it?
"Mrs.  Morris, it sounds simple enough; but I have to consider the slave's
master and  how he feels towards the slave. I'm not at all sure that your
brother would even  consider exchanging the slave for money. Not that the price
wouldn't be a  significant influx of capital towards the place but there just
might be more to  the story than meets the  eye."

"Well, we'll see about that." Mom said, "If it's John Henry that you want,
and  my brother wants me to invest in the slave industry here, he just might
have to  come to some sort of understanding with everyone involved. It appears
that John  Henry has learned much, and I know you and your father could continue
with his  educational needs. Hell, in six months this place will be crawling,
no pun  intended, with slaves. There is already enough of what'd you call it;
vanilla  sex going on around here that one slave surely won't make that much
difference."

Alan remained steadfast. He continued working my head up and down by my
earrings  on his shaft. "Mrs. Morris, I hope you won't be offended if I ask you to
leave  us for a moment. It seems that I'm nearing an orgasm and perhaps you'd
rather  not see or hear  it."

"Nonsense, if you must, you must. You forget that I saw two such gay orgasms
last night. At least this one is between my son and his friend. So you just
go  right ahead young man and do what you need to  do."

I could almost feel mom's eyes staring in wonderment as her own son was about
to  swallow a free man's sperm. I knew well, that Jacob was glued to the
scene.  Alan's cock pulsed and his hips rose up to meet the downward pressure he
was  applying to my head. A long, soft moan of pleasure escaped his lips; as
rope  after rope of sperm filled my mouth and throat.

"You're done now?" my mother  asked.

"Well, kind of," responded Alan. "There is still the matter of my other
bodily  function which every male seems to need after relieving  himself."

"You just go right ahead young man, and do what needs to be done. It appears
to  me that John Henry is more obedient towards you than he ever was towards
his own  mother and  father."

Alan moved his hands to the back side of his lounger and leaned back, as his
cock softened. I did my best to keep it as far back in my mouth as possible
and  sure enough Alan's torrential river of piss flooded my mouth and throat.

"Good boy, good boy." Alan said in the most rewarding tone of  voice.

"Well, after all this excitement I need to use the ladies room, so if you'll
excuse me Alan, I'll be right back." Mom said in a vain attempt at  humor.
After mom had left, Alan commented on how much he appreciated her asking so
many  questions. He eased my head off of his cock and looked me square in the
eyes;  "so I guess you heard every word, but now isn't the time for your 'free
time'  with me, so we'll keep silent until  then."

Now I was able to move my head and eyes around to see what I'd been missing,
if  anything. All the boys, including Jacob were in the pool; and all had
witnessed  Alan's orgasm. Alan's mother was over by my Master, talking to the
housekeeper  and the butler. Shaun was now sitting on the legs of Mark's brother;
effectively  keeping the boy pinned down.

Jordan was still by his master's side and I witnessed Master Doc injecting
something into Mark's torn up butt. I could only assume that it was something
to  help ease the  suffering.

Alan remained silent as well, as he too soaked up the activities surrounding
the  pool. Just as mom opened the back door, the sound of a vehicle
approaching  caused everyone to look towards the  gate.

Even before the gate had opened, everyone could see that three behemoth males
 were coming in our direction. Once inside the gate, Shaun motioned them over
to  where he was.

A rather lengthy conversation was held between Shaun and the men, who seemed
oblivious to the rest of the people surrounding the pool and in the  pool.

Master proceeded to explain something more to the three men; as one of them
produced a camera and took his own photos of Mark's back and  legs.

It didn't take long and the young man was about to enter into the gates of
hell.  They hauled him up from the lounger and quickly placed a tattered collar
around  his neck. Leather restraints were placed on his wrists and ankles, and
a ball  gag was stuffed into his  mouth.

His wrists were attached to his collar and a four foot long spreader bar was
attached to his ankle restraints. One of the men bent the kid forward as
another  man produced a dildo which was on the end of a three foot pole. Dry, no
lubrication, the dildo was mercilessly shoved up the kid's ass; and even with
a  mouth gag everyone could hear the screams of agony. The other end of the
pole  was attached to the center of the spreader bar. Now, when he moved the
dildo  would react to each and every step he made. All I could think of was, why
wasn't  the dildo fatter and  longer.

The men started the boy moving with a simple application of the prod. It was
kinda funny watching him walk that way. Bowlegged and a dildo stuffed up his
tunnel wasn't what the kid expected, but I thought he'd deserved much more
for  what he'd done to his own  brother.

Master summoned everyone, including Alan and me to witness the boy's
departure.

He was placed into an upright animal cage, atop an open bed truck. They were
going to go to the jail, which was on the other side of town; which meant
that  they would have to drive down the main street in  'Hicksville'.

As the gate was locked, Master walked up to the kid, sneering at him but
managed  to say, "We'll be seeing you real soon, you fucking piece of slave meat.
Get  ready to eat lots of shit."

p.s. there's only one more chapter to  go, so hang in there and have a great
day

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