Date: Sun, 2 Oct 2005 08:43:19 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 8

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Sail Away   Chapter  Eight


I didn't know what to think anymore. What else could they do to me to make me
 look so obscene? I seethed with each passing minute, yet didn't allow my
anger  or resentment to  show.

Daniel finally had Jordan remove my pink shorts, and had me hop up on to the
table. The steel table top felt cool to my skin for some reason; perhaps it
was  just a case of nerves. I'd forgotten about the 'anal bleaching' until
Daniel  began preparing some sort of solution in a steel bowl, as he bellowed
instructions to Jordan; who began to quickly fasten my wrists down to the  table.

After my wrists were secured, Jordan stood at my head, leaned over my body
and  had me bend my legs back so that he could take hold of them by the ankles.
I  thought my body would rip in two, as Jordan pulled with all his might to
get my  ankles as far back as he could. Once he had my ankles painfully back
past my  head, I felt a soft, yet firm, leather binding being tightly secured to
each of  my ankles. Jordan couldn't hold my ankles and attach anything to me,
or could it  have been Daniel who was still stirring the solution. I was to
scared to open my  eyes or tilt my head back to see who else was in the room.

After the bindings were secured, my legs were grossly stretched out; which
caused more pain and discomfort, as they were apparently being attached to
chains hanging from the ceiling. Now, the pain in my legs was so intense that
all I could do was to keep my eyes closed and hold back the tears; I couldn't
open them even if I had wanted too. Who ever was in the room, had a deep tone
to  his voice, as he spoke openly to Daniel about my exposed body. His
comments,  referring to what he'd really like to be doing, now; sent shivers down my
spine.  I soon had lips pressing against my own, and I could tell that they
weren't  Jordan's. Whoever this was, was trying to force his tongue into my
mouth; but I  wasn't going to allow that to happen. Not now...not  ever.

The mans lips left my face, just as I felt a painful tug on one of my new
nipple  piercings.  I let out a loud, ear shattering scream; but it was soon
silenced by the mans mouth and long tongue, snaking its way into my mouth. He
somehow worked up a huge supply of spit and coaxed it from his mouth, down his
tongue and allowed it to simply slide off into my mouth. I almost gagged from
the feeling, wanting to vomit in this mans face. Soon, though, his tongue
retracted as did his mouth and I was free of this unthinkable act of  disgust.

I opened my eyes, only to be staring up at a rather dark skinned man, who
looked  as if he should have had his face on the cover of a GQ magazine. Not that
I go  around looking at other men's faces, but his was handsome. His hair
long and  nicely styled. There wasn't a hint of facial hair or chest hair. As for
any  other hair, I didn't really want to know or see; besides, the level of
my head  versus the height of the table prevented me from seeing any more of
him. I  couldn't even discern if he was clothed or naked. Once I'd looked at his
face  more, my eyes met his eyes. Steel blue and very piercing, to say the
least.

"For your outburst, 'boy', you'll have to be punished." Daniel said with a
great  deal of certainty. "To bad, as I thought perhaps you'd just keep your
fucking  mouth shut until you were sold off, but now I'll have to tell the
Captain that  you used your mouth to make a  sound."

I opened my mouth to protest, but Jordan quickly inserted the same gag back
into  my mouth. However, now that I had a tongue piercing and a exaggerated
nose ring,  the gag seemed to fill my face more than before; as I nearly panicked
before I  began sucking air in through my  nose.

I watched as Daniel and the stranger began looping a wide strip of leather
through my new nipple rings and tossed the other end over a pipe directly above
 my outstretched body. Slowly, Daniel began taking up the slack; and soon my
flesh was being pulled away from my body. I began thrashing my head from side
to  side, but Jordan quickly took hold on either side of my head to prevent
any  further  movement.

After my nipples were stretched to Daniel's satisfaction, he took an
identical  piece of leather and threaded it through the two rings at the bottom of my
nut  stretcher. Again, same as my nipples he tossed the leather and began
pulling.  Now my nuts were being stretched upwards and towards my chest; straining
every  fiber and tissue which they were attached to my body with. Daniel
pulled them so  tight that my cock was now flat against my lower abdomen. I hadn't
noticed until  now, that Jordan had released his grip on my head and had
taken similar leather  and laced it through each of my freshly pierced ears and
had tied my head to the  table in such a barbaric  fashion.

I'm not sure why, perhaps a new experience or having a third person in here
with  me; but without warning my bladder let loose, sending a river of piss
down my  stomach and onto my chest. I wasn't embarrassed by it at all. I figured
that  these sadists had seen this happen many times before and would just have
to deal  with it on their own. Not surprising, Jordan was ordered to lick up
all up;  which he obediently did, and I didn't have the least bit of feelings
towards  seeing Jordan lapping at my hot steamy man piss. When he was done,
Jordan simply  smiled, as he looked into my eyes from above. Don't get me wrong,
I do like  Jordan, especially since I will need him to assist in my rescue;
but let's face  it... he isn't helping the situation at  present.

The next thing I know, this other man is between my legs, applying the
solution  which Daniel had prepared. It was cold on my skin, probably because a mans
butt  hole is a sensitive place. He kept applying it to the whole area around
my  asshole and even a couple of inches out. The cool sensation quickly
turned to  warm, then to hot. My antics of trying to escape the burning sensation
apparently was quite funny to Daniel and this other man; as they both burst
out  in to fits of laughter which I never knew a person could make. "Easy 'boy',
it's  just the chemicals bleaching your ass. Your owner wants you to have
pretty white  skin around your fuck hole instead of the normal brown. Besides, it
will make  you look so much better and might even let a potential buyer
observe your hole  quivering to be fucked like a slut slave." I was devastated by
what Daniel had  just said. Tears came easily, as I thought of just how cruel
my dad seemed to be  and how naïve I and mom were all these years. Some fifteen
or twenty minutes  must have passed before Daniel handed the man a wet towel
to wipe the vile  solution from my skin. Daniel came close, for a better look;
and decided that I  needed yet another treatment of solution. The pain was
unbearable, and when I  regained consciousness the third man and Daniel were
absent from the room. I was  lucky in one way, which being my mouth gag had been
removed.

"Here, drink this", Jordan said to me, "It will make you feel better and I've
 added some medicine for your tongue piercing. Daniel will be back soon, so I
 figured you'd like something cold to drink."  I hadn't noticed, but Jordan
had also untied my ears from the table; leaving the leather still attached to
my  large ear rings. He carefully raised my head up with one hand supporting
my  neck, while holding a plastic glass in his other hand.  I quickly took the
straw between my lips and began sucking profusely. I could detect what must
have  been the medicine, as well as some sort of fruit flavor. It was a
blessing to  have something wet and cold. "I don't know what is in store for you
next, but  you sure gave Daniel the opportunity he was waiting for. Now he gets to
punish  you for screaming. I've been through some of his punishments myself,
and let me  tell you... none of them are nice and all of them hurt like  hell."

I looked around and since we were still alone, I decided that I'd say
something  to Jordan. It was now or wait until late into the night. "Jordan, I need
your  help. I need to get off this ship as fast as I can. I need you to help
me,  before it's too late. Will you help me? Please! If I give you one or two
phone  numbers can you call them for me? Or, can you sneak in and use one of the
ships  computers and get an email out for  me?"

A look of surprise and shock came over Jordan's face. He quickly put his
entire  hand over my mouth. "You dumb shit! Now I'm going to have too tell Daniel
that  you were speaking again. Besides there are no phones anywhere aboard the
ship  that I could ever get my hands on. Secondly, why would you want to
leave? Hell,  a sex slave is a dream come true to some of us guys. Besides, who do
you know  that has enough pull, power and money to get you off of this ship?
You certainly  don't think I'm going to call some one to get you off, and
leave me behind, do  you? I volunteered for this, but I'm already tired of trying
to find an owner.  Nobody wants me I guess. They all want prissy white virgins
like  you!"

Jordan removed his hand, looking as if he was awaiting an answer. "Listen
Jordan, I don't know anyone who has a lot of money or power except my dad and
mom. If I give you her email address can you get to a computer and email her
for  me. You don't have to say much, but do tell her I need help. I can even
give you  one more address of a friend and you can send him the same email sort
of."

Jordan scooted away, returning with a small piece of paper and a pen; which
he  handed to me, in silence. He released my right wrist, just long enough for
me to  scribble down the two addresses; one for my mom and the only other one
I could  think of next was Alan's. My wrist was re-fastened to the table, the
paper went  into Jordan's shorts and the pen was tossed back onto Daniels work
space just  seconds before Daniel and his buddy came waltzing back in to the
room. I was  scared to death, wondering if Daniel had heard any of the
conversation, or if  Jordan was going to rat me out for speaking or my plans to
escape this 'devil's  workshop'.

"Yes, indeed! It appears that the second application has done the job well.
Now  'boys' asshole is snow white." Daniel said with an approving grin on his
face.  "Now, since 'boy' ate late and our noon meal is almost ready, I want you
to take  him on deck and get him set up in our special 'tanning booth'. We
have just  finished setting it up on the aft deck and filled the sprayer with
tanning  lotion; so get this pussy whore out of here on the double then get back
here and  clean up this fucking mess." After giving Jordan his orders, Daniel
and his  buddy left us alone, as they made their way to the mess  hall.

"Like, I'm not starving?" Jordan said with a distasteful tone in his voice.
"Every time this same thing happens! Fuck him and his shit! Now look at the
mess  I've been left. I got to get you all unfastened and on deck; then I got to
hook  you back up, to Daniels homemade 'tanning booth', clean up this room ...
BEFORE I  can eat my lunch."

I'd never seen anybody this mad before. Jordan was on a tear. He was quite
rough  with me as he undid all of my limbs and ring bindings. I kept silent and
as  still as possible; not wanting him to take out his anger on me, nor did I
want  him to spill the beans about my  plans.

I could sympathize with Jordan somewhat, with Daniel barking orders to him,
which in a similar manner my dad did with me.  However, my young adult
patience was wearing thin, to say the least and I was running out of time. As
Daniel began unhooking my limbs, the spiked cock ring kept jabbing into my skin,
and the nipple rings left my tits extremely sore as well. I got a bit light
headed as Jordan helped me to first sit on the tables edge before I planted my
feet of the floor.   The walk to the main deck was uneventful, even  though I
heard some yelling and screaming coming from the engine room. For the  life of
me, I couldn't figure out why the only sounds I ever heard from the  engine
room were always men yelling and screaming; and at this stage in my life,  I
didn't what to find out.

Once on deck, Jordan led me to the  stern, where there was a large square
frame, made of heavy iron pipe. In the  center of the frame, elevated off the
deck was a large piece of wood which  seemed to be resting on something. An
identical piece of wood was directly above  the one on the deck. Jordan had me
stand on the wood, while he gathered up some  short pieces of chain, which were
sitting next to one of the iron post. He then  proceeded to chain my wrist to
the overhead piece of wood, with the wrists  spread out as far as possible.
Jordan began to nudge my ankles further and  further apart; which put a strain on
my chest and arms, before he firmly chained  them to the bottom board. "Now,
you will stay like this while I spray you with  Daniel's special tanning
lotion. It will leave you with such a dark tan that  people will think you've lived
in the sun light naked for your entire life. All  that is, except your cute
fuck hole. Men like to see a slaves hole look nice and  white; and on you... that
will look very nice indeed."

Jordan reached  up and flipped a lever above the wood, and did the same on
the board that my  feet were chained to.  "Now, 'boy', every time you move or
the ship moves  you can sway back and forth and even spin around in complete
circles." Jordan  put both of his hands on my hips and quickly gave my body a
hard twist, sending  my body into a spin. He stepped back, just as the plank
neared his legs. I was  still spinning, slowly, by the time Jordan came back into
view holding what I  thought was a bug sprayer. He began spraying my body from
the feet upwards,  telling me to keep my eyes closed, as the spray might
sting my eyes. I scent of  the spray was rather nice, sensual in fact; as I could
not only smell it but I  could feel it as it was being applied to my cock and
balls and the rest of my  body. "Now I'm going to spin you one last time, very
hard, so that any excess  lotion will fly off. Too much in one place will
make you look weird." Seconds  after he'd finished speaking, I was spinning
around like a kid's spinner toy.  Not only was I getting dizzy but my stomach began
to churn; and I feared I might  have to toss my  meal.

Without saying another word, Jordan walked away; leaving me to ponder my own
existence and fate.  For some time I was alone to gaze out over the water,
hoping for a miracle. As the ship was so large, the waves had little effect on
any motion, thus I didn't spin; but I did sway side to side at times. The air
 wasn't as hot today as before and I knew that we were still heading in a
southerly direction. My thoughts were interrupted by voices, which were making
derogatory remarks about the 'white fag' and the 'whore boy'. Soon I was
confronted by most all of the deck hands I'd seen the day before; all of whom  had
taken advantage of my nakedness and fondled or caressed some part of my
body. Without knowing it, I must have instantly displayed a look of total fear
towards these men; as they all inched their way closer and closer to me.
Lightning fast came the insults and name calling, the likes I'd never expected.
"Fag boy, ass eater, pussy boy, cuntface, cocksucker, shiteater", and the other
typical bigoted remarks; had their intended affect on me.  Before I could
understand what was happening, two of the men began grabbing at my body; turning
it clockwise, faster and faster. The entire group of men, six in all, was now
 standing close to me, laughing at the sight before them. As my body turned
in  circles, the men took turns using their hands to take a firm and hard slap
to my  cock and balls. This went on over and over again for at least twenty
minutes;  before I heard the voice of Daniel, "Okay men, I think 'boy' has had
enough  punishment for today. I don't think he'll be yelling and screaming
anymore  today; so back away and let this pathetic excuse for a cum sucking slave
boy to  relax just a bit."  The men moved back and watched Daniel as he slowly
 approached my aching body. "Well now 'boy', I warned you about breaking the
rules. And, as you've seen, I can find unimaginable ways to deliver
punishments.  Now, you just 'hang out' for a while and get some more sunshine on your
lily  ass." Daniel gave me one last terrific shove, sending me into motion once
again;  before he joined the deck hands leaning up against the stern rail,
watching the  sea foam, trail endlessly behind the  ship.

Little did I know, nor did I expect, that Jordan would have taken this time
to  sneak into Daniels private quarters and avail himself of the computer. If
I'd  known that Jordan often ventured in there and used the computer I would
never  had been so mortified to of approached him in the first place. Regardless
of the  circumstances, at least Jordan took the initiative to do this one
thing for me.  It wouldn't be until late that same night that Jordan would tell
me of his  adventures on Daniel's computer. And the results which he obtained
were sure to  do more, much more, than just simply put a smile on my face.
Results, which I'd  have to pay for; one way or  another.

But for now, as my body slowed to a halt, all the eyes of the crew had again
shifted; from the sea foam blue waters of the Pacific, to my naked, oiled
scared  shitless body.

to be continued

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