Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2005 22:37:00 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 7

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Sail Away Chapter  Seven


I don't know how much sleep I got because of all the noise and commotion.
Once  my mind began to settle down, the rumbling of the ships' engines were all
to  noticeable, not to mention the mild vibrations emanating from the floor.
The  noise which constantly kept me from falling into a deep sleep sounded like
screams and pleas for help. Two or three times I could tell that someone was
going in or coming out of the engine room; as the sounds of the engines
became  so much more prominent.

I didn't have any pleasant dreams, to say the least. But I was at least able
to  calm some of my fears which befell me earlier in the day. For some reason
I knew  that I wouldn't suffer, hopefully, any of the pains that I presumed
occurred on  this ship. I was most certain that nobody was going to stick their
cock up my  ass.  I knew that the Captain and Daniel had plenty in store for
me on the  second day; that's according to the first mate at least. I think,
what perhaps  made my day somewhat bearable, was the close 'encounter' that I
had with Jordan.  His warmth and seemingly honest compassion was a welcome
relief on a day which  had brought so many surprises, none of which were  good.

I further surmised that the reason we seemed to have gone to sleep early was
because we'd be getting up early; to which, again, would prove to be a
correct  assumption. My day started with Jordan gently shaking my shoulder and
calling  for my attention. I was swiftly released from the chain which had fettered
me to  the bunk and was leashed once again. Jordan helped my sit up, as the
spikes in  my cinch ring kept stabbing my smooth skin. Once standing, I was
led, again, up  the three flights of stairs. Turning towards the stern of the
ship, I quickly  noticed four naked men, receiving what appeared to be some form
of whipping. I'd  always considered a whip to be something long and ominous,
but the whip I saw  was not that long nor did it seem to be doing damage to the
men's skin other  than to redden it and bring up many welts. The men,
strangely enough were not  making a single sound; although I could see that all of
them were gritting their  teeth. The closer we got, the more nervous I became;
thinking that such a  morning ritual was in store for me. Thankfully, that
wasn't the case. Once we'd  reached the same area where just the night before I'd
been hosed out, Jordan  told me that I should piss; as this would be the only
place from now on that I  was allowed to, least I wanted to receive a
punishment for pissing elsewhere. As  I reached my hand towards my cock, Jordan
politely slapped it away, saying that  I wasn't allowed any further contact with my
own body parts. The only reasonable  thing I could do then, was to squat
slightly; allowing my weighted cock and  balls to openly dangle between my legs,
and allow my reservoir of piss begin to  flow. The release of piss was such a
relief, which I hadn't even noticed until  now.

After the last drops of piss landed on the deck, Jordan began what was to
become  another one of my daily routines; a long walk about the deck.  My bell
rang  constantly, with every other step I took. I could tell that my cock,
today, was  stiffer than the day before; thus the reason for more bell sounds. It
had now  been over thirty six hours since I last brought cum out from my nuts
and my cock  was alerting me to that fact. The walk was rather uneventful,
thankfully. There  were no crew members around to make fun of me, or to fondle my
body. I never  once looked up at the wheelhouse, fearing that my eyes would
come in direct  contact with the Captain. I couldn't help but to have some, if
not a lot, of  resentment for the Captain. After all, he knows exactly who I
am, and from what  I gather; he will profit quite nicely, should some one
purchase me as their  slave. The amount of restraint I was showing to myself was
unimaginable. Had  this been any other situation where I was the brunt of a joke,
or some off color  remark; I would have done whatever it took to resolve the
confrontation. Now,  for my own safety, I had to follow along and do as told,
accept the unacceptable  and continue to plan some form of escape from this
ship and these people.  Revenge, if possible, would come face to face the
instant I see my  dad.

Now walking between two large containers, Jordan stopped and starred at me. I
 was taken by surprise when he simply and quickly pushed me backwards into
one of  the containers; pinning my shoulders back. His glaring blue eyes were
the same  color as the crystal blue waters surrounding the ship. He took one of
his hands  and raised my nose ring out of the way and began to kiss me ever so
passionately  for a minute or two. I didn't respond to his sexual advance,
which didn't seem  to upset him in the  least.

"I heard you talking in your sleep last night. You were talking to and
calling  out the name Alan. I think this 'Alan' is more than just a friend, by what
you  were saying. Your secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone about this
'Alan'  guy." Jordan said directly into my ear in a rather hushed  voice.

I almost verbally responded, but thankfully Jordan put his finger to my lips,
to  remind me that silence was my rule number one; just as Jordan began once
again  to speak. "I also know that the way you kissed me last night wasn't
because you  were being made to do it. You kissed me like you meant it. I like
you a lot, and  I want to be with you. I want to make love to you and make love
with  you."

That said, Jordan started me walking again, for fear of being discovered from
 above. We walked the same path over and over again, each time stopping ever
so  briefly so that he could kiss me and make some sort of comment. Each time
we  stopped, his kiss was more passionate than the prior one; and his comments
 confirmed my suspicions. He was definitely gay, from the get go. He hadn't
been  sold into slavery, not to say that my father hadn't been trying; for the
last  two voyages. All of the potential buyers wanted a 'virgin' white
'straight' boy,  instead of a gay male. I also learned that Daniel had already placed
the digital  photos, of me, onto the international website where buyers
always look for  'fresh meat'. Jordan assured me that I'd be sold before the ship
had completed  half its'  journey.

Most, if not every thing, Jordan said to me made me extremely nervous. There
apparently was a lot more to gay slavery and gay sex than I had ever even
thought of, let alone knew that such atrocities even happened. He used such
words as urinal, toilet, branding, tattoo, rimming and even castration, just to
illustrate his point.  Several of the words he used didn't even sound right
and I sure as hell didn't know or have a clue what they  meant.

I'm not sure how long we walked or how many times we stopped for a kiss, but
a  loud voice, apparently coming from an outside speaker; instructed Jordan to
take  me back down below. Just hearing the voice, reaffirmed my convictions
that we  were being watched the entire  time.

And to make things a lot worse, Jordan made one last comment before we became
 visible to the bridge above. "And don't think for a minute that I don't know
 that your owner and your father are one in the same person." I froze in my
tracks when I heard Jordan say what he did. Now, I was beginning to think that
 he'd never help me escape. If he or I got caught it would most likely mean
that  we'd be sold for next to nothing to some sadistic bastard who had nothing
but  evil and vile intentions for us.

We made our way back down below, only to find Daniel standing impatiently. He
 berated Jordan for taking so long, and then he laid into me about being so
slow  and sissy like. This was a completely different Daniel than the Daniel
I'd seen  yesterday.  Daniel showed no regard for my well being, as he roughly
grabbed me and tossed me up onto a flat steel table. "Before you eat, I'm
going  to get you started on 'gag reflex' training."

Daniel quickly bound my limbs, chest and thighs to the table, but had made
sure  that my head was off of the one end. It took all I could do to keep my
head  level with my body, unless I wanted it to crane backwards towards the
floor.

"A good slave is a good cocksucker." Daniel starting in with his morning
diatribe, "This morning, and for however long it takes, you will learn to
control your gag reflex. A cocksucker needs to learn to swallow a real mans cock
without gagging or vomiting. And, once you can do it successfully, I'll release
you from the table BUT not before then. Nose ring, tongue ring, you'll have
to  learn it. You have to be ready within a couple of days, as that's when you
will  be presented for a sale. Your owner has already received three requests
for your  body; and as soon as the ship is close enough to land; your owner is
going to  have them flown to the ship via a helicopter. Your owner must
really want you  sold, and gone in a hurry 'boy'. So since we can't fuck your
pretty ass, we can  only throat fuck you with some of my toys, and that's what
we're going to work  on today. And, Jordan here is going to start to get you all
prettied up as  well."

For the life of me, I couldn't understand the 'throat fucking' Daniel was
talking about and for sure I didn't know what 'prettied up' was all about. Soon
enough, Daniel held up, for me to see, a small rubber like thing that he
called  an 'anal probe for virgin asses'. He told me to relax my neck and let my
head  fall backwards, which would more or less straighten out my throat
muscles.  Daniel moved my nose ring out of the way, letting it come to rest on the
bridge  of my nose before he simply told me to 'open  wide'.

Once my mouth was open, the only thing Daniel said to me was "breathe through
 your nose", before he slowly slid the probe over my tongue piercing. I began
to  gag immediately and my reflexes caused me to thrash my head around as I
searched  for air to breath. He kept saying 'breathe through your nose' and
never did he  remove the probe from my mouth. How disgusting and humiliating was
this. Not  only was spit and drool oozing from my mouth but my eyes were
watery and snot  was pulsing out of my nostrils. In an effort to settle me down,
Jordan began to  gently rub my chest and abdomen.

Back and forth, Daniel moved the probe; each time it began to withdraw just a
 bit, I tried to take a breath through my mouth, to no avail. If I was to
survive  this demonic approach to cock sucking I knew that I had to listen to
every word  of instruction Daniel was spouting. I guess, as futile as it may
seem, that at  least it wasn't a real mans cock forcing its way into my face. I
could hold out  some faint bit of hope that I'd be spared the so called auction
or sale. I began  to get myself under control after what may have twenty
minutes or so, and I  could still feel Jordan's hands manipulating and fondling
their way over my  body. Perhaps it was Jordan's actions that afforded me some
relief, as I found  myself breathing completely nasal and not gaging as much.
What was the biggest  surprise of the day so far was when Daniel announced to me
that the entire  length of the probe was in my mouth and down my throat,
except for the handle.  Daniel in a rather polite fashion told me that he was
going to leave the probe  fully inserted until he felt that I'd become accustom to
having my throat  fucked. I was astonished to say the least.  If I kept
hearing the phrase  'throat fucked' one more time I was going to find some way to
get even with  Daniel. I wasn't getting 'fucked', I was being  raped.

"I'm going to leave you two alone for a little while, so that you can learn
to  deal with sucking cocks; and so that Jordan can work on perfecting his
abilities  in the make-up department. When I return, we'll start on a thicker and
longer  probe. And then perhaps you can have breakfast, before Jordan learns
how to  perform an anal  bleaching."

Daniel quickly removed his hands from my skin and moved out of sight. I lay
there, not knowing much of anything except that I had a rubber dick stuffed in
 my mouth. I couldn't even force it out, as it was apparently in my throat an
 inch or two.  I suddenly felt someone rubbing my right hand with something
warm and moist, just as Jordan began speaking. "You're going to get a manicure
 and a pedicure. Your father wants you looking real nice and pretty for your
first appearance." I lay there, now knowing that Jordan was well aware who
'owned' me.  Jordan's massaging felt relaxing. He spent a lot of time on my
right hand, with the lotion; before he cleaned under each of my finger nails and
 used one of those lady things to file and shape my nails. I could smell
something familiar, and it wasn't long before Jordan informed me that he was
putting fingernail polish on me. When he told me it was, 'pussy pink', my heart
sunk all the way down to my toes. Jordan finished up the right hand and
quickly  moved to the left. Once he'd completed the hands, he moved down and began
working on my feet. It took Jordan a long time to finish working on my feet;
as  he had to use something on the bottoms of my feet to reduce the amount of
callus  skin. Once he'd clipped and filed the toenails, I was again startled by
the fact  that Jordan was even required to paint my toenails. "Better that
I'm painting  you a pretty shade of pink, as if it was black, then that would
signify your  destiny to become a slave used for torture and amusement. And, if
you ask me, I  think you are going to make a beautiful sex  slave."

"I won't be putting on any makeup today, but you'll be wearing it when the
buyers show up. They all like 'virgins' to be made up to look like a man whore
when they come to see your body. I guess they get their jollies by seeing how
 much humiliation you've been put  through."

I couldn't say anything or do anything. I was captive far out to sea and
nowhere  to run to. I was at the mercy of the Captain and the first mate, perhaps
even  Daniel. Tonight, regardless of what was going to happen to me, I was
going to  speak to Jordan and ask him for his help. If I wait any longer, my
brain might  be thinking straight and that would only compound my already mounting
problems.

Daniel appeared, with digital camera in hand. "My, don't you look pretty. I'm
 going to take a few more pictures and send them off to your owner. He's been
 asking about you, a lot." Sticking the camera in front of my face, Daniel
clicked off several photos before he took shots from either side of my head and
 neck. The next photos were of my hands and feet.  "I just found out that
your 'mommy' had no idea that you were gay. Why didn't you at least tell her
that you like sucking cocks and being fucked? I hear that she took the news
rather hard, but your 'daddy' assured her that being on the ship was the best
thing for you. At least your 'daddy' knows that seamen get awful lonely and need
 some type of sexual gratification. But, I wonder if she knows that you like
being a little slave. I'd love to be a fly on the wall if she was to ever see
 any of these  pictures."

For an instant I was angry as hell, fighting against my restraints; but that
gave way to sullen emotions and I cried like a baby. All of these years and I
 never suspected that my father held so much resentment towards me. Now he
had  free rein to tell my mom anything he so desired, and she would have little
or no  choice except to believe him. I knew that my mother would always love
me, no  matter what, but to have her listen to a pack of lies was beyond
belief. She of  all people had to know better. She'd found condoms in my pockets,
girly  magazines under my mattress and sperm stains on my sheets. She had to
know,  somehow, that all this was a mountain of pompous shit my father was
handing  her.

I'd been so distraught over hearing what Daniel was saying that I hadn't even
 felt him remove the probe from my mouth. The only thing that brought me back
to  reality was the larger sized rubber thing working its' way into my mouth
and  soon it was straining to get into my throat. My body resisted the
invasion and  once again I began to gag and blow snot from my nose. This was pure
hell!

Daniel handed off the probe to Jordan, who held it steady; just deep enough
in  my mouth so that I wasn't gagging, while Daniel snapped a few more
pictures.  God, I hope that mom doesn't see these. And if she did, she surely must be
able  to figure out that this is all against my will. She knows how much I
love my  hair and nothing in this world would ever make my shave it off. If she
ever  found out what my dad was doing to me, she'd leave him in a heart beat.
She'd  take everything she could from him, including his shipping  company.

Daniel left quickly, apparently in a hurry to get the pictures sent off.
Jordan  remained by my side, holding the probe and slowly moving it back and
forth. Each  time he brought it to the back of my throat I gagged but that didn't
seem to  faze Jordan in the least. I made eye contact with him and discovered
that he had  tears streaming down his face. Now I was really confused. Why was
he crying if  he was causing me distress? Maybe he knew he had to do this evil
thing or suffer  some form of punishment. That's it! He was doing this under
duress. He didn't  want to be doing this to me. After all those gay things he
said to me up on  deck, this was the last thing he wanted to be doing. For
sure, I was going to  bring him into my plan, and he'd have to play a big part in
it, as  well.

Again, Daniel returned and removed the larger probe thing, and re-inserted
the  smaller one. He kept this up for several minutes, running in completely in
and  pulling it all the way out. Then, he switched to the larger one and did
the same  thing; except this time, he coaxed more of it into my throat. I was
sucking air  through my nose like a Hoover vacuum cleaner on a hard wood floor.
Daniel kept  this routine of switching back and forth up for some time,
before he stopped.  "You've had enough for now. I think you have earned your
breakfast, so Jordan  will bring you something for your  stomach."

My throat was so sore that I couldn't speak even if I had permission to do
so.  Jordan released my bindings and led me, slowly over to the chair. He told
me to  rest a minute while he fetched me something to eat from the galley. The
silence  in the room, other than the engine noises was a relief. Being alone
with just my  thoughts was another blessing. However, as I moved my limbs, I
noticed for the  first time, the fingernail and toenail polish. It was a hideous
shade of  pink!

Then, as I ate my meal, Jordan kept up a non-stop diatribe of innuendos. His
words began to make sense to me. The more I heard the more determined I was
to  find a way out of this mess. He was kind enough not to say or use any words
that  would have upset me, but the realization that my life was changing
right before  my eyes was enough to make me want to die. He brought up Alan's name
again,  prodding me with questions he knew I couldn't answer. He said things
about my  excellent breathing technique while being 'face fucked'. He even
went so far as  to tell me about the facial makeup I'd be wearing when those men
arrived. God,  somebody sure has a sick mind if they think they can force a
man into doing  sexual things that he would never do any place, any time. Like
they think I'm  just going to lay still while a man sticks his cock in my mouth
or up my ass? I  sure don't fucking think  so!

What I needed to do, what I needed to find out... can Jordan...will Jordan help
me?  If I can convince him to send a message out to someone then I'll be
rescued and  my mom will learn the whole truth. I wasn't sure what Jordan would
want in  exchange for helping me, but I'm sure that what ever it was would be
something  that I could handle. He most likely would ask for some financial
assistance or  something ridiculously simple that I would have no qualms about
getting it for  him. He just had to do his part... time would  tell.

Daniel returned, smiling from ear to ear. And again he had his camera at the
ready. The next thing I knew, Jordan was slipping the pink shorts over my
feet  and having me stand up so that he could pull them all the way up. He
grabbed my  cock and balls, mindless of the spiked ring, and pushed them through the
opening  he'd cut in the shorts. Daniel adjusted the shorts to promote a
better view of  my manliness. "I think the shorts are a bit to long yet." Daniel
said facing  Jordan.  Jordan was quick with the scissors and began cutting even
more off  the already sinfully shortened legs. Daniel grabbed the scissors
away from  Jordan and finished the work himself; leaving little to the
imagination, not to  mention not leaving very much of the shorts to cover my little
butt. I felt  Daniel searching for my asshole, from outside the material. Once
he'd located my  asshole, he pulled the shorts out and away from my body and I
could tell that he  was cutting a hole in the back of the shorts. "Now this is
what I call a pair of  'pussy shorts' and I just know that the potential
buyers will love it also. God,  you look so pretty in pink. I'd fuck you right here
and now, if I could 'boy',  but I'd be in a world of shit if I did and I sure
as hell don't have the kind of  money that it's going to take to buy your
virgin white ass. I hear that your ass  is going to sell for near a half million
dollars in American money. You sure are  going to have to put your ass in the
air over and over again and swallow a mans  seed until you puke, for that much
money  'boy'!"

If I wasn't still thinking about recruiting Jordan's help, I probably would
have  said or done something that I would have regretted doing. But, for now
I'll just  let these people say what they want to say and do what they have to
do. In the  end, they'll all be answering to me and my mom!

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