Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2005 23:26:25 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 17

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SAIL AWAY   CHAPTER  SEVENTEEN

My mind was a mess, my body was even worse (I think); as I began to wake from
 what was a deep sleep. I couldn't see clearly at all, and I just knew that I
 wasn't in the same position, now, that I'd been placed in to  sleep.

I didn't, or couldn't, hear any noise from any of the other slaves. My body
felt  strange, yet comfortable. I could make out that my head, shoulders and
arms were  in contact with a human. I could identify the smell of a human. For
what it was  worth, at the time, I could only think that I was in the arms and
loving care of  my mom. Had everything up until now been no more than a bad
dream or  nightmare?

I was able to move my head, barely; and when I turned it, my face came in
contact with a human. The smell was becoming clearing with each passing second.
The smell was that of a man; meaning that I could smell his sweat and even a
faint odor of  piss.

I wiggled the fingers on one of my hands and felt the same contact as my
face. I  tried to move one of my legs, in an attempt to take the pressure off of
my nuts,  which were trapped deep in between my upper, inner thighs. Again,
more contact  with this human form. I tried, hard as I might, but still my eyes
couldn't or  wouldn't focus; as everything seemed to still be pitch  black.

There just wasn't any way that they'd done something to me while I was
sleeping;  but how can I now be in such a precarious position. I had to admit to
myself,  that at least this position was a heck of a lot better than falling
asleep while  I was kneeling on the  floor.

It was still unnervingly quiet in the whole cellblock. I tried once again to
get  some light into my eyes but failed. I wasn't scared, nor was I nervous.
I'd have  said that I was more apprehensive. But then my whole world came to
life, as  unexpectedly as had most of my other mornings  lately.

I felt a hand, then another hand touch my exposed skin. No noise, no words,
no  nothing to accompany the two hands which were now ever so softly trying to
tell  me that everything was going to be okay.  One hand gently ran over my
head,  while the other one soothed away the soreness and stiffness in my legs. I
felt  something moist touching the top of my head. It didn't last long, nor
did it  appear to have even startled me. I could only relax and allow the
person to use  me as he desired. I, for some reason, woke this day; resolved that
there was  nothing I could do at this point, to fend off these perverts and
their scheme to  train me as a sex slave. I know that deep inside my soul, that
one day I would  come to regret this decision; that I had so unwillingly made.
I had no idea why  or how I'd come to have such a defeatist  attitude.

My thighs began to feel better, but they would have been feeling great if
they  still weren't connected to my ankles. I don't see why they left me bound in
such  a way; unless this is something my master wanted, but then that
haunting demon  entered my mind, searing it with the image of my  father.

My mouth was extremely dry, like the desert; and I could easily tell that the
 new large ball in my tongue wasn't helping matters any. I began to feel the
pulsing of blood as it coursed its way through my now mangled cock. I wanted
to  look at my cock and see what it looked like, but I still was unable to see
 anything or anyone. I could only muster up an image of my dick, pierced now
three times; probably swollen down the whole length of the shaft, perhaps
even  black and blue. I wondered why I didn't find myself with my 'normal'
morning  urge to empty my bladder.

I was enamored by the hands touching me. Between the two hands, the softness
of  the body beneath my head offering me support and the scent of a human was
one  hell of a way to start the day. I knew this was a dream, of sorts; yet
one  without a need, desire or want for it to end any time  soon.

"Easy baby", came a voice into my ear. "You've had a bad night, but I'm here
with you now, so don't be scared." I struggled to determine who was
whispering  in my ear. It was a man, that much I know, so that assured me that I wasn't
 dreaming or thinking that I was in the arms of my  mom.

"The doctor gave you a powerful sedative and sometimes it will mess with your
 brain and other parts of your body. Everyone is still asleep, so please
don't  try and talk or move. Just don't be afraid, I'm here now with you and for
you.  We will get through this together, just you and  me."

The recognition of Jordan's voice finally registered in my fucked up brain. I
 tried to move my leg, but couldn't. I tried to move my arms but couldn't. I
could only move my head, ever so slightly. Whatever was in that pill sure was
 doing a number on my body as well as my  brain.

The moist feeling on my head returned, and I recognized it to be a kiss from
Jordan. I turned my head, to what I thought may have been toward Jordan. From
 just the few days I'd spent on the ship with him, the closeness we had
shared; I  recognized the scent of his pubic region. I took as deep a breath as I
possibly  could and relaxed just knowing that Jordan's two arms were protecting
 me.

Jordan continued to massage any part of my body that he could reach. When he
used the back of his hand to sooth my face, I knew then that there was
something  terribly wrong going on in my head. I inhaled again, sucking in every
ounce of  his scent as I could. This isn't me doing this. This isn't me feeling
this way,  at least not towards another man, for God's  sake.

"You were crying in your sleep, so I got off the cot and pulled you onto me.
Geez, nothing like dead weight for the whole night, resting in my lap. Here,
let  me see if I can get your snout ring out of the way so you can breathe
easier."

No sooner had Jordan moved the ring out of the way, my nose was resting
directly  on his beautiful cock. That's where his manly scent was coming from, I
guess. It  took a minute or two to figure out where my face was in relation to
his cock.  Jordan's newly pierced cockhead was only a fraction of an inch from
my  lips.
He began to stroke, to massage, the one closest butt cheek of mine.  From
there he began to softly run one of his fingers over my grotesquely bound  nuts.
The sensation was titillating, not to mention comforting. It would have  been
better though, had it been one of the girls that I'd gotten once or twice  to
lick and suck on my hairy nut  sack.

Jordan must have sensed my apprehension, as he whispered "easy baby, I'm
here,  I'll take care of you." He continued to work every inch of my body that was
 within his reach. I could tell that he'd found the base of the plug which
was up  my asshole. He tapped it several times, letting me know that he had
discovered  it. "One day baby, it will be just you and me, and you won't need a
plug up your  ass. Nothing but your Jordan's cock in there, pumping his manseed
into  you."

Jordan moved his hand away from my useless nuts and ass; beginning once again
to  rub the stiffness out of my back muscles. His other hand, he'd placed
lightly on  the back of my head. "Go ahead baby; you know that you want to. It's
just you  and me and we're all alone baby. Go ahead, open your mouth and get
your tongue  to just touch my manhood, baby boy. It will be our 'special
moment'  together."

A little more pressure applied by Jordan and my lips were now touching his
cock.  It seemed so perverse. Jordan continued his coaxing, until I relented and
opened  my mouth ever so slightly. My tongue felt the smooth steel ring that
they'd  implanted into his cockhead. Jordan wiggled his hips a fraction and my
tongue  was now touching his piss slit. It was warm and soft. There was no
obnoxious  odor or taste. It took everything I had, to keep my tongue there.
Jordan was  pleasingly relentless with his  words.

It was only a matter of a few minutes and Jordan removed his hand from my
head;  using it to pull his own dick out of the way; which presented me with yet
another circumstance beyond everything that I'd grown up to respect but not
like. "Keep your tongue out baby, just a little more now. That's it  baby."

I'm not a rocket scientist, but I didn't need to be one to know that my
tongue  was now touching his nuts. "Go ahead baby", he chided, "keep your tongue
out and  move it around a little. Feel how much of my seed is waiting for you
baby."

His words seemed rather disgusting at first. How could he think that I wanted
to  eat his dicksnot? But, out of thanks for his kindness, I followed along;
and  licked his soft, hairless ballsack. He managed, some how, to feed me one
of his  balls as it plopped past my lips. I could feel my tongue piercing
rubbing up  against it, as I slowly began to apply a rather crude and novice way
of sucking  on it carefully. His remaining ball was pressing relentlessly
against my closed  lips; begging for service. He coached me through another
'lesson', as I did my  best to work both of his nuts, equally, with my tongue. I was
amazed that I was  beginning to loose my inhibitions towards man to man
sexually contact. But on  the other hand, how can men combine torturous actions and
intimate sexual  passions in the same manner, with the same individual, so
that one or both  parties achieve some distinct primal  pleasure.

Jordan moved closer to my ear, whispering nothing but sexual innuendos;
interspersed with him sticking his tongue into my ear and driving me absolutely
insane; with such a high degree eroticism, that would soon change my life, my
way of thinking  forever.

He slowly withdrew his nuts from my mouth. He reached for my left hand, which
he  placed around his hardening penis. I shook with a degree of mistrust,
degradation and excitement all rolled into one. He coached me, using his hand on
 top of my hand, to slowly and firmly stroke his dick. I thought for a minute
 that I could actually feel his pulse just by holding his  cock.

As I stroked his manhood, he positioned my head so that my lips were touching
 his cock head. I don't know why but I began to voluntarily lick his slit. I
got  a strange taste on my tongue, but it wasn't piss. I didn't taste bad at
all,  come to think of it.

"Now baby, daddy's going to cum ", he whispered with a degree of certainty,
"I  don't want you to put my manstick in your mouth. All you have to do is keep
your  mouth open and your tongue out and daddy will do all the work,  baby."

Jordan's voice sounded so trustworthy, so domineering. I couldn't find fault
with anything he was saying to me; not even when and after his manmeat
spouted  forth a considerable amount of seed.  He didn't say another word for the
longest time. But, I knew he was finished with his orgasm because he pulled his
 cock off of my tongue.

Now, I felt used. Jordan had used me just like I'd used a few girls in my
past.  Now I felt degraded. How could this have happened? Was it Jordan's sweet
talking, taking advantage of my drug induced stupor? Had I really wanted all
this to happen? What are my friends going to think; once they find out that I
licked balls and cocks, not to mention eating another mans sperm? And, to
make  me really feel confused; the last time I saw Jordan's dick, it had a
catheter in  it, from which I was forced to swallow his piss. How did he get the
damn thing  out, or did someone take it out for  him?

"Oh baby, you made daddy feel so good. To think that daddy was the first one
to  feed you manseed. You will do better in time. You'll even learn to love it
and  crave  it."

I sensed that I was now listening to Jordan, acting as if he was one of my
teachers, or like we were still aboard ship. But my emotions were put on hold
as  Jordan told me the lights had come on; about the same time that I heard the
 steel door sliding open.

Jordan lifted me off of his lap, propping me up against the cot; where
apparently he had been leaning against the entire time. I felt like I had a
hangover or worse. Blood was racing through my body so fast that I was feeling
nauseous.

The next sound I heard was the food cart rumbling down the walkway; which I
knew  would cause me to receive a severe prodding if I couldn't make my way to
the  cell door.  "Don't worry baby, I'll get your food for you. I don't think
 that you will get punished for it, since the doctor has got you all drugged
up."

I didn't hear a word said, so I guess everything was all right. But, with the
 lights on now; the Headmaster and the doctor could watch the entire block of
 slaves as we  ate.

The other slaves began talking amongst themselves, which was allowed; with
the  one arrogant slave next to my cell starting right up where he'd left off
the  night before. I couldn't respond even if I'd wanted to. Nothing, I mean
nothing  on me was working. I actually felt like a wet washcloth... limp and
totally  useless. All my eyes could see, for now, was the color grey and moving
shadows.  I tried to lift my hand to my face, but it didn't move.

I didn't know where Jordan was, or what he was doing. But he soon was beside
me,  explaining that he had eaten his meal first. "Open baby, daddy is going
to feed  you  now."

I opened my mouth and Jordan stuck two fingers in, with what must have been
maple flavored oatmeal. It tasted rather good, but the first two times seemed
to  have mixed with remnants of his manseed as I swallowed it down. Each time
I made  sure to suck his fingers clean, as he kept up a steady rhythm of scoop
and  feed.

"Now baby, the doctor has left a pill for you to take with your meal. I don't
 know what it is, but it's probably something to help keep the swelling down
on  your slave dick and to keep the pain away; so open up one last time baby,
so  daddy can take care of  you."

Like a dumb ass, I opened my mouth and Jordan put the large pill deep into my
 mouth; then surprisingly enough he took one of his fingers and forced it
down my  throat, causing me to initiate my gag reflex. I guess it was the only
thing he  could have done, since we didn't, I didn't have a water bowl; or did
I?

The slave came around a picked up all of the empty bowls, but not before he
and  the slave in the next cell exchanged words; words that I couldn't make
out.

Shortly after he exited the cell block, all of the cell doors sprung open.
>From  what I was told three of the slaves ran into the young boys cell; where
yelling  and screaming ensued. The young slave managed to escape their advances
by  running full tilt into my cell; as he clung like fly paper to Jordan's arm
 pleading for Jordan to protect him. Jordan was at a loss. He couldn't help
the  poor boy, because the other slaves might take out their frustrations on
him too.

I tried once again to speak but my voice was silent. I heard the nasty things
 the slaves were saying to the boy, things like; 'so you want to be a slave',
 'you want cock up you boypussy', 'you want to eat shit and be a boy  bitch'.

I could see the shadow of the boy, as two of the slaves pried him loose from
Jordan. Jordan told me not to listen, but how impossible was  that.

The boy began to kick and scream as on slave began pissing on his face;
before  lifting him off the ground. Two more slaves had each picked up one of the
boys  legs; leaving the boy about three feet off the ground, face  down.

I could tell by just listening that one of the slaves was forcing his finger
up  the young boy's ass, while the first slave was getting his kicks by
slapping the  boys face. When I heard the one slave say, "Now let's see how much he
likes  eating his own shit" I wanted to rush to the boy's defense, but sat
aimlessly;  held helpless by the  medicine.

I knew that the boy was forced to feed off of his own shit, as he grunted and
 with muffled voice tried to fend for himself; as Jordan sat at my side,
comforting me in a moment of despair.

Next came the blood curling yells, as the boy was getting his ass beat. How
many  of the slaves partook in this devilish behavior, I had no  clue.

I had to believe that the Headmaster had sanctioned this activity, as he nor
the  doctor were anywhere around; probably both were watching the whole thing
unfold  as it was happening from a safe and comfortable  distance.

There was a commotion which followed the ass beating, which I took to be
several  slaves holding the boy down and removing his youthful hair and eyebrows;
all  while the boy pleaded with the slaves not to touch his golden top. I just
can't  imagine what father would do this to his son, let alone  watch.

The laughter was increasing, as were the derogatory comments; apparently
caused  by the fact that the boy was getting rinsed off with male piss. After
that,  everything seemed to quiet down; as the sobs and choking back of tears
could  plainly be  heard.

All this time, Jordan had had one of his arms around my shoulders; comforting
me  as I endured the sounds of torment; some of which brought back vivid
memories.  As my cell seemed to have cleared out, except for the sniveling boy;
Jordan  began playing once again with the steel contraption which was
encompassing my  scrotum and nuts. His soft touch began to cause a stir in my  gut.

I started to feel sick to my stomach, light headed and numb all at the same
time. I couldn't understand these feelings, except the one time I had the flu
and mom had to keep me home and in bed for almost a  week.

Jordan began using his other hand to gently squeeze my tits. It was a most
exciting feeling, even with the two huge steel nipple rings pulling them
downward. I must have died and gone to heaven. The sexual excitement in my body
was sending every pulsing drop of blood into my dick. I could feel it trying to
erect, but the cinch ring and everything else seemed to make it impossible. I
 didn't know if my dick would ever stand tall anymore; considering the Prince
 Albert and the two new ones down my  shaft.

With the nauseous feelings combined with the sexual ones, I wondered just
what  in hell was happening to me. The last things that I remembered were the
young  boy crawling over and laying next to me; staying away from Jordan, and me
laying  my own head on Jordan's shoulder inhaling the intoxicating scent of
his  manliness.

In the darkness of my sleep, I thought much about my mother and her loving
ways.  I thought about school and all of my friends. I even thought about Alan,
wishing  he would have come to my rescue. Most of my thoughts seemed to center
around  nothing but pure unadulterated sex. How was vividly reliving each and
every  action which Jordan and I had just done. There were many serious
questions that  I'd ask him, once my voice returned; however, not withstanding were
the  wonderful feelings of friendship and caring which he'd shown towards  me.

I couldn't think, clearly, as to why he was being so kind to me; after having
 been involved with my scheme to get rescued. Seeing him yesterday, not the
same  person I once knew; comparing him to the hairless and beaten man of today
was  too much for me to comprehend. But, he did smell nice, he tasted even
better and  his sperm sent me right to the edge of believing I was in love with
him. The  deeper my sleep, the more I thought of Alan and Jordan. The more I
thought of  them, the more I began to wonder which of the two I was in love
with. Had these  past several days, begun to tell me that I was head over heels
in love with a  man? Geez, I sure hope  not.
It  seemed like an eternity, but I was finally being awakened from my sleep
by the  doctor. He seemed to be speaking to me and lightly moving my shoulder
attempting  to get me awake.  At least I was able to recognize his voice, as I
was  still only seeing the 'grey'. I didn't feel as bad now, as I had earlier
this  morning. Other than the doctor's voice the entire cell block was quiet.
I  wondered if the Headmaster might have been across the walkway with his  son.

"Good morning 'boy', I hope you slept well. We've got things to do and 'you'
have places to go; so let's get  started."

The doctor helped my off of the cold floor and onto the cot. The first thing
I  noticed was that my ankles and lower legs were no longer bent and tied up.
I  began to feel whole, once again; although I could feel that the leather was
 still surrounding my hands, feet and knees. I kept my eyes open, thinking
and  praying that my sight would fully return. The doctor methodically set
about,  washing and sanitizing all of my body jewelry. The only thing that really
hurt  was the two rods going through my cock; as he twisted and pulled cleaning
off  any and all of the crust and dried blood.

"While you slept, some of your teachers removed your anal plug and gave you
your  daily enema, replacing the plug when they finished. They also did a
decent job  of giving you a scrubbing, mindful to stay clear of all your beautiful
rings."

I listened with a great desire to learn more. I seemed to want and need the
doctor's description of what had transpired while I was out  cold.

"The young boy is now resting comfortably in my exam room. The Headmaster had
me  remove the boy's testicles and scrotum. You see, the two young boys are
not  really the Headmaster's sons. They are a product of our slave breeding
program.  Once a boy has left his mother's tit milk and is toilet trained, they
are sold  to people all around the world. There are so many naked boys running
around in  town that it is hard to tell who is a breeder slave and who is
simply a bastard  slave. None of them have ever worn clothes, and they are not
permitted to have  any females' bed with  them."

The doctor's hands were cold; well colder than Jordan's' anyway. He seemed to
 take pleasure in his work, yet there was something about him that set him
apart  from the others. He quickly and efficiently finished up my rings; saving
the  tongue for last. The cleaning solution hadn't changed... it still tasted
terrible.


"And as for your shipmate, Jordan, well he's not here either right now.
Apparently there was a situation this morning with him stealing your morning
rations. The kitchen slave reported him to the Headmaster for taking your food;
but unfortunately you won't be eating until later on tonight, so you'll have to
 just make do with the energy that you can muster  up."

I tried to speak, to yell; that Jordan didn't take my breakfast food. I
couldn't  even make a simple sound. I guess the doctor was alerted to my efforts to
speak,  because he quietly calmed me down and said; "Don't worry or be afraid
'boy'.  Some of the drugs you have been taking not only render your limbs and
other  parts of your body useless, but they also affect your vocal cords. Now
that  really isn't a bad thing, is it? The way I see it, if you thought you
could  fight your way out of here; the Headmaster would have had you down in my
office  for a really difficult learning experience. And, besides, if you
could speak now  you probably would have said something that would have gotten you
into deep  shit. So just relax and enjoy the 'pampering' that you are
receiving. Besides,  when you father arrives day after tomorrow, we wouldn't want you
taking a swing  at him or saying anything bad to him, now would we. I'm just
looking out for  your best  interest.

Unlike your Jordan, who is with two of his teachers this very moment; you can
 feel good about yourself that so far you've not done anything which is
considered a punishable offense. I'd suspect that your Jordan is getting the
fucking of his life and it isn't a pleasant experience from what I've been able
to observe. He won't be the same slave by the time he gets back to the
cellblock; if he gets back at  all."

What in the hell is happening to him? I couldn't think of what the doctor
meant  by the 'fucking of his life'. They weren't planning on killing him were
they?  But I had little time to ponder those thoughts, as two large muscled
black goons  came into my cell; to which the doctor informed them that "pussyboy
is all set  to  go".

The two goons easily picked up my 155 pound body and carried me without a
problem, down the walkway, passed all the doors and into the bright sunlight.
The fresh air was the most refreshing thing I'd smelt in the last two days;
other than Jordan's scent of  course.

They set me down on what I could only tell to be a wooden plank or platform.
The  sun was so bright that it had actually helped me see a little better,
past the  hazy shade of grey. The goons fixed my knees and ankles to the platform
with  chains. Next, they slid a wooden post like thing right in front of my
head, into  the thing I was kneeling on.    From there they put another board
up, at the top of the wooden post.  I could only think that this was
something out of a sci-fi  flick.

The goons moved my body forward, tightening the chains on the knees and
ankles;  and placed my throat onto a curved out part of the last board. Then they
picked  up my arms and put them into similar curved out portions of the wood;
completing  their task by placed an identical piece of wood over my wrists and
the back of  my neck. Now the only thing that was touching the platform were
my knees; as my  head could only face down.  I could feel the warm air whisk
across my body,  more noticeably my butt and what I could only perceive to be my
butt plugged  ass.

Lastly, they took two pieces of thick, heavy chain and attached it to the two
 rings on the bottom of my nut binders; from there they yanked the chain,
stretching (painfully) my nuts until the chain was able to be fastened to two
steel rings directly behind and below me. Then, everything seemed to come to a
halt. Nobody was messing with me; there was neither sound nor voices. It
stayed  this way for at least an hour, as my skin baked under the southern  sky.

The commotion, coming from behind me, alerted my senses once again. The goons
 were making most, if not all the noise. It was soon apparent that there was
someone in front of my platform, as the words from the goons so indicated.

I could hear them discussing how to fasten something to something. Then one
of  the goons attached a chain to the front ring on my collar, pulling my head
and  neck even tighter than it already was.

I heard a swoosh! Then I heard a scream, and then I felt myself moving. I
didn't  know then what was happening; but now hours later I do. Jordan had been
harnessed up to the 'platform', which was on rubber tires. The large ring
behind  his nuts was chained to my neck, a couple of other thick pieces of his
leather  harness were attached to the front of my cart; and he was made to pull
me, and  the cart down a dirt and pea gravel road. The goons kept striking his
body with  the whips, if they thought he was moving to slow; but soon they had
to slow him  down, along with the cart as the road was gradually making its
way down into the  town.

There must have been a party or a parade of sorts going on in town. I heard
people shouting gleefully and continuous hand clapping as we were now
apparently  on the main street of the little  town.

As the noise of the crowd got louder and louder, I began to wonder what the
celebration was all about. I'm not one for the 'hometown parade or summer
carnivals, but anything would be better than me naked for the whole world to
see. I guess that they were going to give me a bit of a break from what I'd
known what was in store for me back up at the  school.

The cart came to a stop, and I suddenly became aware that I was the parade; I
 was the fucking carnival. Throngs of people, males, surrounded me. There
were so  many naked men around me that they began to partially block out the
sunshine. I  could only imagine what was going on just ahead of me, with  Jordan.

A thud, the sound of wood hitting wood; alerted me to the fact that just in
front of me, someone had placed a set of wooden steps.

People, more precisely, naked males were now climbing onto my platform;
scampering up the three steps just to feel my white boy body. They were all over
me like ants at a picnic. They pulled at everything they could get their hands
 on. They even pulled my lips apart and got inside my mouth; pulling my
tongue  out, amazed that I had such a large bead for a tongue piercing. What little
time  I spent paying attention in Spanish class didn't help much.

I translated one sentence into English, 'Guatemalan white pussyboy'. Another
few  words I picked up were, 'nice ass', 'cute dick', 'nasty nuts' and
'pussyboy suck  dick'.  What a mess I was in now. Everybody continued to laugh as if
I was  nothing more than a piece of beef at a 4H  auction.

I could hear the instructors yelling for the kids to jump down and move back;
 apparently they'd been videoing the whole circus. I still felt weak and
helpless; which probably was a good thing. I had energy enough to deal with
anything they threw my way; but without my body responding to my brain, I was
like a boat without oars. If only I knew that Jordan was  alright.

The hive of boys seemed to grow quiet; as if waiting for the instructors to
say  something. I don't know why or how, but my bladder let go and piss
splattered  all over my legs and completed covered the platform I was attached to.
This sent  the crowd into hysterical fits of laughter; until they were once
again ordered  to calm  down.

Although the tension I was experiencing was subsiding a little bit, I still
felt  so fucking vulnerable to the situation. It was then, and still is hard
for me to  explain. There were times when these boys were pawing over me that
all I wanted  to do was to crawl into a hole and die. Yet, there were moments
that I seemed to  feel okay with what was going on. I don't know if my mind was
allowing me to  think something out of a novel; like having a harem of girls
caressing and  fondling my body; or if it was the fact that I sort of liked the
idea of these  younger males making a fuss over someone like myself. Do you
see, can you  understand what I'm trying to say here? I'm thinking that my
thought process  towards sexual behavior and the lifestyle of any and all slaves
needs to be  addressed by me, and me alone. Why did the world, my life, have to
become so  fucked  up?

There seemed to be a mixture of English and Spanish being spoken. The
teachers  were gathering the boys into groups; groups of boys in the same age
bracket. One  of the goons was instructing each group of boys to stand, saying
something like,  and 'this is your line'. I could tell that the boys were aged
anywhere from  eight to sixteen. It was impossible, in my current position to tell
exactly what  was happening behind  me.

The whole group settled in, listening to another teacher explain the 'point
system'. As he spoke, his voice got closer and closer to  me.

Before I knew it, the teacher was standing right next to me, parallel to my
butt; and this is exactly what I heard and  felt.

"Anywhere on the legs is one point. Anywhere on the butt is two points.
Anywhere  on the 'boys' balls is three points, his scrotum is four points and if
you are  lucky enough to hit his cockhead that is worth five  points."

As he began pushing on my butt plug he finished by saying, "and if you hit
the  'boys' pleasure plug that is worth ten  points."

Damn Almighty, what were they going to do? Were these ignorant jungle slaves
going to shoot arrows at me? Maybe they were going to play darts, with my
asshole as the bull's-eye.

I began screaming, my still silent screams. Sweat was now pouring off my body
in  places that I didn't know even could sweat. My bladder let go one final
time and  all I could do was close my eyes and think of my  mom.

I knew that because I was drugged up, I probably wouldn't feel it to bad, if
at  all. And, if they were going to eventually kill me, then I probably
wouldn't  suffer much  either.

"And to the winner of this years, "Paint the Whore" contest... the winner will
receive a full course dinner including a hamburger and fries, AND the winner
will also get to spend an evening with the 'boy', the day to be determined by
 the Headmaster of the school. LET THE GAME  BEGIN"

I heard a poof, and then I felt something hit my butt. "TWO POINTS" shouted
the  teacher. I felt something run down my butt as he was saying that. Whatever
had  struck me, didn't hurt to much at all. Perhaps it was because it was my
butt  muscle; which 'cushioned' the pain. The third or fourth time that I
heard the  'poof', my brain screamed out in pain. "THREE  POINTS!"

There seemed to be a quick pause as I heard the teacher say "Next boy get
ready". Somebody was also wiping my body with a wet rag, paying close attention
to my balls and  scrotum.

This game went on for a lifetime. The discomfort from getting 'hit' got more
intense each time a different age group was called up to play 'Paint the
Whore'.  What I found out later was that the boys were using a paintball gun, with
me as  their target.  As age of each group got older and older, the
discomfort was  gone; replaced by sheer pain and torture. The 'starting line' had been
moved up  with each age group; which should have been the other way around.

Apparently the game was rigged. No 'young' boy would be the winner unless it
was  pure luck. You see, this game was played once a year. Each year would
mean a  year's practice on a fellow human. Thus, the older you got, the more
practice  you got as well. Each boy got five shots at my body. Consequently, over
the  years, the majority of 'winners' were from the older class of boys.

I couldn't tell you how sick I got. I do know that I puked twice. The older
boys, knowing the 'value' of points and also the 'value of their own balls and
 cocks' seemed to be quite skilled at hitting mine. They must've known, from
past  personal experience, just how much pain they were inflicting on my body.
All for  a fucking hamburger and fries.

When it was over, the winner had scored twenty four points. He was permitted
to  wash away all of the final bits of paint from my body. Each time he
scrubbed  over where one of the paintballs had hit me; it stung like a  bee.

Then he mounted my platform, standing next to my head. There were shouts and
jeering, abundantly vocalized, towards the winner, or should I say the
'victor'.  He stood there, from what I could tell, motionless; as if someone was
taking his  picture standing next to his  'trophy'.

All I wanted to think about was my 'mom', but two other things kept me
thinking  of them....

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