Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 13:59:11 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away part 20

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Sail Away Chapter  Twenty

I began, again, thinking about Jordan. How he was doing or better yet; what
were  'they' doing to him or with him. I couldn't help but to feel that
everything  that was happening to him was my entire fault. If I knew how to pray, I'd
pray  that Jordan wasn't loosing his beautiful nuts. I couldn't wait until we
were  back in my cell, together  again.

I witnessed the brutal way in which the young boy's new teacher was speaking
to  him and knocking him about. I was glad to see, that the boy was finally
allowed  just to kneel, properly, without anyone bothering him (for  once).

My own body started to move, as some (perhaps all) the chains began
repositioning my body. It felt as if I was floating on air, which really began  to
relax me quite  abit.

My head was rising upward, my knees and padded feet were starting to lower;
as  two unseen males grabbed my lower extremities  and held them firm. As my
leather covered knees made contact with the floor, the two men kept them well
separated. I began extremely dizzy, as my blood flow started to re-adjust to
the  current position of my body. The two men, each placed one of their hands
behind  my shoulders to steady me; as the chains made their final  adjustments.

The two bungee cords which had been previously attached to my ball binders
and  the chains were now being stretched quite a bit. Not only had my dick been
forced up against my stomach, but now my nads were also flat against my bare
skin. I still had to be careful with how my body moved because the cinch band
 was still in place; and even though they'd removed four of those spikes,
there  were still six of those sharp little fuckers left. It looked strange, yet
erotic, to see my balls on either side of my dick like  that.

The final adjustment the chain had completed was to the two chains on my
collar.  I was now kneeling, with still no part of me allowed to move.

Once the Headmaster was satisfied with my situation, he gathered up all the
men  and spoke quietly with the whole group; both workers and slaves. He even
brought  the camera man into the  group.

Immediately after speaking to the group, the Headmaster departed. They all
seemed stunned by whatever it was that the Headmaster had said to them. As the
men started to drift away into pairs, I could hear some of them talking about
 what they'd just heard, just discovered; which... once I'd processed it
myself,  even I was taken back by it. What I write now, is the general idea of the
conversation.

This young, innocent and most attractive young boy, now a slave; isn't the
Headmaster's son. The boy is a product of the doctor's artificial insemination
program. Therefore it wasn't the Headmaster's seed which fertilized the egg.
However, most disturbing, is the fact that eight years ago, ... two years after
 the start of the Morris Slave Training School... that the owner of the school
had  hired the current doctor and had begun the program to bred females for
the  simple and sole purpose of producing slave babies. In order to produce, in
their  minds, a slave with a brain for which to comprehend and learn the
proper slave  behavior, the proprietor of the school supplied the sperm with which
to make the  first dozen or so slave babies.

This boy kneeling next to me was my step brother. I was once again saddened
by  the news; that my dad could have kept this whole thing a secret from his
family  all these years. What kid in his right mind wouldn't want a baby
brother; and  one as beautiful as this one, at that.

Thoughts and everything else vanished as I along with the boy, began
swallowing  large amounts of piss from everyone in the room. The camera man was doing
his  best to get everything on film.

I must be getting used to such taste, as none of it seemed to prompt me into
wanting to vomit. Each one of the cocks I had accepted into my face smelled
like  pure sex. I couldn't get over how much I was changing; me of all people.
I  didn't know, nor care, if it was just me or the drug that was making me
think  and feel this way. The whole situation seemed to be one of them having fun
using  us as urinals, and me lusting for another cock just so that I could
savor the  taste and the essence of  man.

Regardless of what my brain was transmitting, I knew that I was thankful for
the  chains holding me in position. Just like the other day, my limbs were
nothing  more than lifeless parts of me. One of the men even made some sorry ass
comment  about several of them having to take me back to my cell just because
they knew  that I wouldn't be able to stand  alone.

It reminded me of something on the news years ago; when people were being
operated on but could still feel the operation, something about not enough
anesthesias or something. My brain was working, my reflexes seemed to work, well
at least my throat muscles; but everything was shut  down.

Three of the workers lifted the young boy to his feet, apparently taking him
back to his  cell.

The chain mechanism lowered me to the floor, where I lay completely stretched
 out; as the workers and slaves began releasing me from the chains and
leather  harness. The only thing that I could think about, wasn't getting back to my
 cell; but what it would be like, how would it feel, to suck on one of these
gorgeous cocks dangling and swaying all around my  nakedness.

A remarkable thing happened next. All of the men simply turned and walked out
of  the room; leaving me alone. I couldn't move my arms or legs, so any idea
of me  running off was of no use to me. I caught a quick look at them as they
exited,  noting that several of them had some awfully cute butts; tight and
firm with  masculine looking thighs. Now why was I looking at butts, let alone
thinking  that they were  'cute'.

I don't know how long I lay there, but at least I was getting a little bit of
 rest. I could feel the new grease melting way up inside me and that fucking
plug  up my ass, keeping all the grease from running  out.

I wonder how my mom is doing, is she okay, where is she staying and all the
other things that a boy thinks about when his mom and dad aren't getting
along.  Little did I know  that...

Mom had already gotten hold of a huge legal team, specializing in big money
divorce cases. I guess, like all attorneys, they make tons of money on cases
like this. Better this than chasing ambulances, I  guess.

It was mom's intention to get everything she could, including the house... the
yacht... money and if at all possible the families shipping business. That
wouldn't leave dad with much... SHIT... the only thing he'd be left with was the
school.

Two plus two equals the camera man. Now I understand what some of the men
were  talking about. The man is doing all of this filming to make a video of the
school and how they train males to become slaves. Dad is going to 'advertise'
 the school and owners would send their new slaves here for specialized
training.  Dad always could make a dollar turn into a twenty any time he put his
mind to  it.

Four naked bodies lifted me off of the floor, and began to carry me like a
dead  animal out of this room of doom. I didn't notice or care, which way we
were  going just as long as we were getting out of this one. It really wasn't all
that  bad, now that I think about it. They could have harmed me a great deal
in there  but I honestly wasn't.

It's not like they beat me, like they'd done to Jordan. It wasn't as if they
had  fucked me, like the new teacher did to the young boy. It was in some ways
nice,  but considerably different than what most straight guys like me get
involved  with.  Drinking piss wasn't all that bad and, well, the enema didn't
do any  lasting damage.

Slowly, and silently they continued carrying my limber body; being very
careful  that they didn't bang my head on a wall or the floor. My eyes rolled from
side  to side and top to bottom as I couldn't help but notice the two cocks
dangling  down; which belonged to the two slaves holding onto my legs.  These
had to  be the biggest and thickest things I'd ever seen. Not withstanding the
two  smooth round butts either side of my head. Being this close to them, I
could  easily see their taut muscles flex with each step they took. Damn, I'd
like to  someday have butt muscles like  that.

My brain continued to float from these four men, to Jordan, to the young boy
and  to my mom, and back again. I still didn't hear anything about Jordan, and
I was  concerned about my new found half brother as well. Now I know what mom
meant  when she said years back that, 'life isn't easy and sometimes life
isn't  fair'.

Finally arriving at my cell, the four slaves put me up onto my knees and
leaned  me backwards. I knew this wasn't right, from the get go. I felt my back
come in  contact with something cool and hard; but whatever it was, kept me from
falling  backwards as they quickly attached my iron ankle cuffs to it. My
wrists were  pulled back behind this thing and quickly attached to each other.
>From the rear,  one of the slaves pulled a wide leather strap; which he placed
across my  forehead and affixed the end of it someplace behind me. I was now,
once again,  being restrained; and helpless to defend myself. If anyone wanted
to abuse me  there was simply nothing I could do to stop them. But, for the
most part; the  other slaves on the cell block seemed to be nice to me, except
that one time  they all surprised me by pissing on me but I don't think they'd
try something  like that  again.

I found it so easy to forget about the bad things which had happened to me
from  the beginning; simply by closing my eyes. It seemed that with my eyes
closed,  only good things came to mind; like the sweet taste of piss and the
overpowering  smell of a real man, not to mention the sexual excitement when there
is a tongue  licking your tunnel. Least I not forget, all of my pretty jewelry
either. That's  one thing I noticed from the moment I got to school; that I
was the only one who  seemed to have such nice body piercings until they
adorned Jordan with them  too.

Jordan, why do I keep thinking about him every time my eyes are closed? It is
 becoming routine that thoughts of him are  everywhere.

I heard the door open and close, and thought it might have been the
Headmaster.  I was already kneeling but my head wasn't down, so maybe I'll be in
trouble for  not following the rules. I heard foot steps and rumbling coming down
the walkway  getting closer and  closer.

The first thing I saw enter my cell was the seemingly ever present
photographer.  Behind him were two slaves wheeling the wide screen television. The man
stayed  in my cell, as the slaves positioned the screen at my cell door. Now I
was  confined to my cell, all bound, with a clothed male. I wondered, to
myself, it  this guy ever stopped smiling. He seemed to never be without a smile;
which only  told me that he really loves his  job.

I didn't have to wait long before the screen came to life. Some of the same
introductory words, as yesterday started the show off. When the movie finally
began, it was kind of eerie to say the least. Two men dressed in leather from
 head to toe were standing in front of a guy about my age. This movie had
sound  and a script which made it seem easier to  follow.

These guys were talking nicely to the third man, like they were laying out
the  rules. The flick soon went to a real life dungeon. It was really something
to  see. I didn't know what all that stuff was in there, but there was tons of
 things to look at.

It wasn't long before the young man was naked, and going through what the
other  two, called positions. Over and over again, they drilled these 'positions'
into  the mans mind. Heck, even I finally got the hang of them all, and I
didn't even  have to do any of them. It seemed rather formal, all these
positions, but I  suppose there is a reason and purpose for them all.

The naked man was quite well built, even if I say so myself; but once he'd
had  all his hair removed he looked so much younger and sexier. Well, I'm not
sure  about the 'sexier' part, but he did have a nice cock and balls. I thought
the  whole movie so far was very informative, yet it still had an air of
excitement  in it as well. Now, I wonder, if the naked man is getting paid for all
of his  time; he should be, I mean they did remove his clothes and his body
hair. Jesus,  the mans cock was getting hard and the camera zoomed right in on
it. They all  must be gay for sure. Let's face it... a man doesn't get a stiffy
just kneeling  naked in front of two leather dudes... or does he. I did notice
however, that the  man still had his foreskin. I remember having mine sliced off
not to long ago,  but now that I've seen so many different dicks around here,
I don't mind not  having    that extra skin dangling over the end of my
thing.

I watched as the man was learning how to suck a cock. At first it seemed as
if  he was having a difficult time of it; but, the two other men were
constantly  instructing him on the proper techniques. I began to wonder if this movie
was  some sort of instructional flick, as I recall yesterday I watched a movie
about  swallowing piss and today all I did was swallow piss.  I'm thinking,
that  they're thinking that they are going to force me to suck a mans  dick...
WRONG!

The lesson went on for quite some time, yet the man, how'd did they say,
"hadn't  done to well because he couldn't deep throat yet'. Not being gay or ever
sucked  a dick before, wasn't a hundred percent sure what all that  meant.

The next thing I saw, was the man being tied down to a black leather table.
It  looked rather comfortable, but being tied to it, one might suppose that it
didn't matter if it was or not. The two men began putting wires all over the
man. Some on his stomach, armpits, balls, two or three on his dick and then
the  finale came when they stuck a long flexible thing right fucking down
inside the  dudes dick and attached a wire to the part that was sticking  out.

Sure looked strange to me; especially if this was some sort of medical
procedure. I couldn't imagine having something stuffed down my own cock and then
have a wire attached.

I didn't have long to wait, and the poor man was screaming bloody murder.
Minutes went by as I watched in total amazement, pondering what the guy must
have gone through. I finally, with the help of the film, was able to determine
that these two were giving the third man some sort of electrical torture; a
far  cry from any medical procedure that was for sure. The camera filming that
scene  even showed just how much sweating the dude was doing.  The whole
leather  table was dripping with perspiration. It captivated me, completely,
kneeling  there and watching the man's cock flop all around, up and down as the
electricity coursed its way down the length of his penis. No pun intended, but  it
was a hot scene for  sure.

I could only think, that this guy was being trained as a pain slave; I think
I  heard one of the others in the movie say something about 'pigslave' but
again,  just more terminology that I need not know or  understand.

Whatever the case was, I thought the movie was presented well and with a bit
of  style. It sure wasn't anything like that one porn movie I watched at a
friends  house this past summer. Oh, how I remember that movie; which, come to
think of  it, that guy had a great big dick and he didn't even have the girl
give him a  blowjob, or drink his piss. I guess girls just don't understand the
importance a  man has to find such releases for his built up  desires.

I think the ending of this movie was the greatest thing I'd ever seen. They
had  removed the thing from the guy's dick but kept everything else hooked up
to him;  and before too long there were strings and gobs of his sperm shooting
several  feet into the air. Watching him cum like that, reminded me that I
hadn't cum in  a while either. How long, just how fucking long had it been since
I drained my  nuts? That guy was the lucky one, for sure. But if that's what
it takes to shoot  my load, then you can just fucking forget it. I'll wait and
just have a wet  dream or something; no shock treatment for this guys balls,
no sir, not now, not  ever.

The next video to appear on the screen was another one of those where two gay
 guys are having a lurid affair on the bed. It was reminisant of the one I
watched last night. I a lot of ways it sort of reminded me of what went on with
 Jordan and myself; without all of the cock sucking and ass ramming. It ended
 just like the one porn movie; with the dude dumping his load on the other
mans  body. To bad that they never let the guy shoot his wad directly into the
other  man; I imagine that to be a marvelous feeling and sensation. I'd almost,
 possibly could, imagine myself humping another dude's ass; just once to see
what  it was like. I guess men know a good thing when they see one; or, they
know a  tight ass when it grabs their  dick.

God almighty, where were these thoughts and ideas coming from? I couldn't
possibly be thinking about having sex, man on man. It isn't something that boys
my age did. If these men, older than myself, wanted to lay with another man
than  so be it; I would never look down upon them at all. I mean, well, I do
have some  unexplained feelings towards Jordan and Alan; but some day it will
all come  clear to me as to the why and  how.

Thankfully the last video wasn't a long one and the slaves came and moved the
 screen so that the photographer could leave my cell; but quickly put the
screen  back in place.

I was so tired, that all I wanted to do was get some sleep now. I just
noticed,  after all this time that the other slaves weren't even in there cells yet.
  And, thankfully I hadn't heard the sounds of the barking dogs tonight. I
didn't  think I could handle another night knowing that some poor soul was being
fucked  up his shitter by a  dog.

But, what about the young boy? Had they not brought him back to his cell; and
 what of Jordan?

The screen came to life, and my dad was once again sitting at his desk, at
home.  He looked good and he was even more casual in his appearance than he was
last  night.

I almost wanted to close my eyes; but I knew that now, he could be watching
me,  just as I was watching him. And besides, if I closed my eyes I might start
 having those 'special' thoughts about men and Jordan.

"Well 'boy', he started, "It seems that you've learned at least one good
lesson  today. I'm sure by the time you see me, that you'll think that being a
urinal to  a real man is a good and proper thing that every sex slave needs to do
properly.  I can't wait to see you, and find out how well you learn your next
lesson. I  think by now that you know that whatever video you see today, that
you practice  tomorrow. It has proven to be a very effective way to take
queer boys like  yourself and teach them the true meaning of slavery. Yes, 'boy',
don't kid  yourself into thinking that you're not gay. All the school is doing
is bringing  out your desire to be with men. Don't try and fight anything
they are teaching  or doing with you. It will go much easier on you if you listen
and obey; that is  unless you prefer or like it to be rough and painful. The
Headmaster is more  than willing to accommodate you, either way you wish to
go.

Oh, and before I forget; your mother sends her very best and hopes that you
continue to have a good time. I make sure she is kept up to date by sending
her  copies of your life, but I can't say for certain if she has watched any of
them.  She has moved into a nice apartment, by herself and seems to be doing
well, from  what my investigators are telling me. She hasn't taken up screwing
another man  yet, but I'm sure she must be thinking about it. You know, I
really wouldn't nor  could I blame her if she did. You see, I haven't fucked your
mother once in the  last eight years. Money and dick are what all women want;
so I guess she'll soon  have them both, one way or  another.

Sorry if I got a bit off subject there, but you understand don't you. Now th
en,  where was I? Oh yes, tomorrow... your lessons tomorrow will mainly focus on
learning how to suck cock properly and by the end of the day you should be
able  to take a grown man's cock completely into your mouth and down your
throat.  You're a smart 'boy' so you shouldn't have any problems learning to do
that.  It's really an easy assignment for you, and you'll even be getting your
first  real taste of a mans sperm. You'd like that wouldn't you? And then, you'll
be  going into treatment room number five, for some 'tolerance' testing.
You'll be  tested on what we refer to as 'thresholds of pain'. It won't be as fun
as  sucking cock, that's for sure, but on the good side; the testing only last
for  about two  hours.

Well then, I guess that is all the news I have for you this day. I'll be
seeing  you either late tomorrow night or bright and early the following day. Oh,
I  almost forgot. I'm bringing a couple of people down with me who want to see
the  school first hand. So you'll get plenty of time to spend with them and
show them  what talents you've learned so far. That would fun wouldn't it? One
last thing;  your master has also watched your progress and is very pleased
with you. As a  matter of fact, he is coming down earlier than we'd anticipated.
I'm not sure if  he's coming just to see you or if he's planning on taking
you back with him; but  I'm sure one way or the other he and you will be happy
for many years to  come.

I would normally ask you if you had anything that you'd like to say at this
time; but seeing as how you are in school, slaves are not allowed to speak,
and  then again even if you wanted to you couldn't. Isn't it wonderful, this new
 modern age of medicine and drugs? Seems they have got one for anything and
every  thing. Until  tomorrow.

The screen went to  black.

After they had removed the television and released me from the frame which
kept  me kneeling; I was in desperate need of water, and I didn't care anymore
who saw  me doing  it.

There was nobody around when I started suckling the water cock, feeling so
relieved that I finally got something other than piss to drink. I closed my
eyes  and began taking in more water. The harder I pressed my lips onto the
rubber  dick, the more the water came out.

I was instantly overcome with thoughts of Jordan and Alan. For some strange
reason I began to think that this rubber dick was alive. I even thought that
it  was Jordan's cock. I began to move my head back and forth, just like the
guy did  in the movie. The more I did this, the more the water came out. I
quickly  stopped, but I kept the cock thing in my mouth and eased up on the
pressure I  was using with my lips.  I knelt there contemplating my next drink of
water. I lean forward just enough so that the cock was touching the ball on my
tongue. I remembered that the ball actually was supposed to roll forwards and
backwards; so I eased the damn dick thing onto the top of the ball, and sure
enough it rolled. How cute is  that!

I felt either brave or stupid; which I'll never know, as I moved my head even
 further onto the rubber dick. I could feel it rolling over the ball and
before I  knew it I was gagging up a storm. Damn, how does any man swallow another
man's  cock? It just can't be done, or ... can it.

Easing up a bit, I just kept the cock barely over the roller ball and for an
unknown reason just kept going; it wasn't to difficult as long as I
remembered  to breath.

I knew by being able to crawl and move my head that the effect of the drug
was  wearing off; and I was eternally grateful. I even heard myself make a few
sounds; which increased my level of happiness. I wasn't to concerned about my
sexuality, yet, even though I had this fake cock in my mouth. I began to
understand what this place is all about, what Daniel had done to me on the ship
and what my dad expected from me.

I must have been a real disappointment to him. Being an only child, a boy,
and  not spending much time with him. I can see how he'd want to get involved
with  something other than just the family business. The slave trading and this
school  was just an outlet for my dad's frustrations. Maybe, I should just
play along  and try and make him happy. Maybe this is all some sort of 'manly
test' that  he's devised just for me. Maybe, I'll wake up in the morning and find
out that  this is all just a  dream.

I blinked my eyes a couple of times and left them closed. I began thinking
about  Alan and the time we spent in his pool naked. I remember just how much he
talked  about his naked pool boy slave and the similarities they both had,
comparing  their neatly trimmed pubes.  I recall Alan saying something about the
fun  times he had with his pool boy in the 'playroom'. I never did get an
explanation  about what games he had in  there.

The sounds of others now returning to their cells brought my face away from
the  water cock. I moved ever so slowly, but at least I made progress, towards
my  cot. I mustered up enough energy to pull myself onto it and rest my tired
body;  lying flat, which seemed about the only way left for me to, while
looking up at  the ceiling. I noticed two tiny intermittent blinking red lights,
which I took  to be part of the surveillance  system.

The chatter in the cell block picked up right off. Everybody seemed to be in
great spirits. Nobody said a single word to me however, which didn't bother
me  in the least.

I realized that I'd not eaten just about all day, but I guess no food was
part  of today's program. I'd do just about anything for food right about now;
but as  tired as I was, food could wait until  tomorrow.

I slowly raised my head to see perhaps that the young boy had been returned
to  his cell. He had not. No slave was talking about him either, and I sure
didn't  want to start a conversation with any of these  degenerates.

I would just have to wait until Jordan came back, then at least I'd have
someone  to talk to; and besides, he did say that he would protect me  forever.

Later on that same evening, there were several outbreaks in a couple of the
cells down at the other end. Just by the sound of things, I'd have to say that
 one of the teenage boys was getting 'serviced' by one or more of the older
slaves in here.

I was thankful that soon afterwards, everybody scampered back to their cell;
just in time, as all the cell doors slid shut and  locked.

Still no Jordan; nobody across the walkway from me, just me alone, in this
hell  hole of torture and  torment.

The only way I could find to escape the uneasiness in my head was to close my
 eyes; which had now become my 'safe place'. As I drifted off to sleep,
thinking  about tomorrow and my cocksucking lessons and the 'tolerance to pain'
session;  the picture of Alan filtered into my mind. His thin build with next to
no body  fat and his cute balls hanging well below his baby making  cock.

I was going to get a good night sleep, finally and for once.

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