Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 13:52:17 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 22

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Sail Away Chapter  Twenty-Two

The remainder of my lesson continued on, without me. I must have passed  out
from the pain. The last thing I remember was my balls and ass getting a high
charge of current, me yelling and screaming, foam drooling like a rabid dog,
from my mouth.
When I came too, I was laying on the tiled floor in the enema room, where
I'd been once before. The sweet smell of urine surrounded me. My mouth was dry
and my head ached like an erupting volcano. Of all the days not to get that
pretty pill, today was NOT the day.
I tried to push myself up onto my hands and knees, but couldn't quite do  it;
but I did notice one thing that was different. My leather mitts, footies and
knee pads were missing. I felt rather strange not having them on, but was
glad  that I could wiggle my fingers and my toes. It had been a long time since I
was  able to feel my own body; and as I did, the sensation was overwhelming.
My skin  was so smooth and moist. I didn't feel any hair or stubble. If I
hadn't known  better, I would have thought I was feeling another person's body;
especially  when my hand rubbed over my bald head. For some reason, perhaps I
knew better,  but I didn't have any desire to touch my own cock and balls, or
what they are  now... my thing and pleasure balls.
The door swung open, and three young slave girls entered. For the life of  me
I couldn't figure out why girls would come in here. They were so very young,
not even in their teens. They didn't seem to mind that I was naked. One of
them  turned on the overhead showerheads while the other two began soaping me
down and  scrubbing my body. I was so embarrassed, but the girls just paid me no
 attention. They were sent to do a job, and they were doing it. The soap,
this  time, smelled so good; almost like what I was used to back  home.
The shower didn't last much longer than five minutes and the girls were
gone; leaving me kneeling there with the last few specks of water dripping off  my
body. The Headmaster came in, but I didn't hear his footsteps; knowing that I
 wasn't in the proper position, I scurried to get my butt facing him and my
head  down to the floor. He didn't say anything about me not being in the
proper  position when he entered, so I figured that he'd just given me a free pass
on  that one.
The Headmaster clipped the chain leash to my Prince Albert ring and
commanded me to 'stand'. I used every ounce of strength I could muster up, and
finally got to my feet. My head was spinning and my knees seemed ready to buckle
out from beneath me. He led me out of the enema room as I tried my best to keep
up. Several times I wobbled so much that I bounced into the walls as we made
the  way, back to another one of the classrooms.
This classroom was much like the others. Not much to see, plenty of
cabinets, tiled floor and well illuminated. The difference in this room was the  two
identical chairs. They appeared to be like dentist chairs, side by side and
sparkled under the lights.
I was commanded to sit in the one closest to me, which I was more than  happy
to do. I hadn't yet regained my balance and this was 'just what the doctor
ordered', no pun intended. I closed my eyes, shielding me from having to look
at  the bright lights. I'd no sooner closed my eyes and I was instantly
thinking  about Jordan. I didn't want to think about  him, or even Alan; but for some
reason it just happened. I forced myself to open  my eyes, as I didn't want
not to see what was  happening.
Again, I was astonished to see four slave girls entering the classroom.  As
they got closer, I knew something wasn't right. I found myself staring at  them
intently. Then it hit me. The three girls in the enema room and these four
girls, all being different, were truly different.  They weren't girls! They had
boy boobs,  but they didn't have a cock OR balls. They'd been sexually
reassigned. They were  total eunuchs. God above, isn't anything sacred around  here?
They went immediately to one of the cabinets and began withdrawing items
which I couldn't see at first. Before I knew it, my feet were inside of a large
plastic tub, and each of my hands had been pulled to my sides and were each in
a  plastic pan.
Two of the boys began pouring nice warm water into all of the pans and  the
tub; which really felt good on my tired and aching muscles. Then they poured
something else into the water and each of them began giving me a massage. Each
one either had a foot or a hand, and this felt so good; it was even better
than  the treatments I'd get every once in awhile at the hair  salon.
Now it seemed easier to close my eyes, as any worry I had was being  rubbed
completely away. My thoughts were more than adequate for the moment, as I
savored the memories of my birthday party and the time spent with Alan later. I
almost went to sleep; I was so relaxed and tired.
The doctor arrived, which startled me some, to check me over. He seemed
pleased that there were no lasting effects from my 'testing' other than a few
small red marks on my chest and abdomen. He left directly upon finishing his
exam.
By now, the boys were massaging those tiny spaces we have between our
fingers and toes. If this had been any other place than the school; I'd have  thrown
a big old fashion boner. Geez, this was  amazing.
I nearly spoke, as another person entered the room. It was my half  brother.
He looked funny to me now, with no hair, body jewelry and a small  surgical
patch covering up where his nuts used to be. He had the biggest smile  on his
face; so I was hoping that the smile was for me, as I too returned his  smile.
The Headmaster noticed us smiling, but since I'd not been told that  smiling
was not allowed, I felt safe from his prod.
He was carrying a small bowl of food, which after he'd worked his way in
between one of the other boys and the chair he used two of his fingers to scoop
some of it out. He presented his fingers to me and I eagerly opened my mouth
and  ate the food. It was divine tasting, but since I'd not eaten since
morning;  anything would have tasted good about now. I swallowed slowly, savoring the
 taste. If I didn't look at the food, I could have sworn it was a mixture of
steak and potato.  The only concern  I had, briefly, was if there were any
drugs mixed in with the meal. Both he and  I locked eyes for most of the meal,
and it was re-assuring to me, just to think  that he must know by now that we
are related.
I could tell now, that I was on the last of the meal, as I sucked it from
his small fingers. He left them inside my mouth, so that I might suck them
clean, just like I was taught to do. I sucked and I sucked, we both had gleams  in
our eyes that could have lit up the whole room.
After he'd stepped away, I saw him set the bowl down near the doorway and
then he simply knelt there, in the proper slave position, looking in my
direction. He looked so angelic, it was beautiful. Hell, I had a brother... what  was I
supposed to think!
The massage was finishing up, the pans of water removed and my hands and
feet were getting dried with fluffy purple towels. Just let me say, that if I
got treated like this everyday, I'd suck all the cocks they wanted me to, just
for the pleasure of their massages.
When these four slaves were finished they lined up next to my brother, as  if
waiting for permission to leave or something else that I wasn't aware of. The
 Headmaster finally moved. He began a slow pace back and forth, as if he was
becoming impatient. He even looked out the door, as if to see what the
situation  was.
It was shortly, perhaps just seconds later, that the room filled with a
silent sigh of relief and joy. Moving slowly and very meekly,  Jordan came in. If
I hadn't wanted to  chance either of us being punished I would have jumped
right out of my chair to  hug and kiss him. He, however, didn't make any eye
contact with me whatsoever.  That puzzled me some for sure.
He went to the cupboard, apparently knowing which one to go to, and  pulled
out a small tray which he sat on my lap. He then got a small stool from  the
cupboard and placed it next to my right arm. From there the rest was a  repeat
from what he'd done to me on the ship. I now sported another fine  manicure,
all trimmed nice and even and all ten fingernails glittered in a  vibrant pink
color.
The Headmaster commanded me with an "UP!" which I followed with great
precision. Jordan moved my arms out to the sides  and began coating me with a warm
oily lotion. From head to toe, and without  missing an inch, Jordan carefully
rubbed my body with  the stuff. It smelled nice, but I just knew that men
weren't supposed to smell  this way. Once he'd applied the lotion, Jordan took a
clean cloth and rubbed  the stuff even deeper into my skin. He tried to be
gentle, going slow; but it  seemed to irritate my skin a little bit. After all, it
wasn't like using a wash  cloth in a warm shower. When Jordan was finished, my
skin had a  beautiful sheen to it, without the oily feeling; not to mention a
rather nice  fragrance accompanied the shine.
Jordan put his things away and slowly  walked towards the kneeling slaves;
and it was then that I noticed that he still  had his beautiful nuts. So far so
good, he'd been spared such depravity. He  knelt like the others, just as the
Headmaster spoke; "Now 'boy' you need to  thank these fine slaves for helping
you and too make you look so  presentable."
Now I was concerned. This was all new to me. How was I to thank them?  Then
it hit me; that like they did yesterday, kissing me, I was expected to kiss
them and say thank you.
I quickly went to them, knelt in front of them and began giving each  slave a
kiss. Each kiss, from them, was another deep tongue; which I was  becoming
accustomed to. It was nice, very nice. As I moved down the line, to the  next
slave; the prior one turned away and placed himself in the 'presentation'
position. As I got the most wonderful kiss from Jordan, I saw  five butts up in the
air, all of which seemed to be beckoning me for some  reason.
As Jordan pulled his mouth away from  mine, he too turned and assumed the
position. All I could do, all I could think  about were the six exposed tunnels
and how much I wanted them, or perhaps even  desired them. If it had been
another time, another place, I might have felt the  need to fuck each of them; but
as it was, I needed to acquaint myself with their  rosebuds.
One by one, slowly and with a certain degree of passion I found myself
kissing each of the pink flowers. Each flower had captured my sense of smell and
each was a little different than the others. When I had completed my
assignment,  the six slaves stood and left me all alone with the Headmaster and the
teacher.
We were on our way back to the cell block now, and I felt much better,  since
I'd gotten a little 'pampering' from the others. My stomach was full, my
body had been carefully washed and oiled and my fingernails sparkled in the
fluorescent lighting.
The other slaves were in the cells already, eating their evening meal. I  had
no idea that the day had gone so quickly. As I neared my cell, I noticed
that, once again, the black canvas siding had be put back in place, this time it
even covered the front of my cell along with the cell door. I was able to get
a  quick look into the cell across from mine, and I saw my half-brother and
Jordan  kneeling in the proper position. For a moment, a fleeting second, I
felt good  about seeing them, until I was unleashed and left alone in my cell,
with the  door closing behind me.
There was only the faint sound of the air handlers and fans as I adjusted  my
eyes to the cell. With only the one small light in the ceiling, I wasn't
feeling much like this was my home. It was then, that I noticed an addition to
my cell.
Against the back wall, was a rather large leather recliner. I could smell
the leather as it began to fill the cell with its presence. It was a dark
burgundy shade of leather just like most of the furniture in my dad's home  office.
I so much wanted to sit in it, but knowing of the cameras I was smart  enough
to stay clear of it and just sat on my cot.
All I wanted to do was get some rest, as that was something I'd not  gotten
much of for a long time. I wanted the lights to go out and the noise to  stop.
I began thinking of my friends, the last girlfriend, Alan and his group of
buddies and of my mom.  I didn't  have one negative thought while I was thinking
of them; as all I really wanted  was to be with them again, and soon. I spent
time thinking about my life these  past ten days or so and how much I've
changed and how much I've come to accept.  I could not deny that some of the
things I'd done were really nice, while some  of the things done to me were not. I
knew that if I was in my 'private space'  that my thoughts would even become
more vivid and  lifelike.
I heard voices, loud voices. Two men, one perhaps the Headmaster's voice;
but I'd not heard the door slide open or the Headmaster's footsteps. I quickly
got up from my cot and scampered over to the cell door; where I quickly
assumed  the proper position. The ceiling vent being directly above my exposed flesh
sent  a steady stream of chilled air cascading over my raised butt.
The voices seemed to silence themselves, as I heard my cell door opening.  I
heard the familiar 'click' of the Headmaster's shoes and another pair of
leather soled shoes move in and stop directly behind my  butt.
"Are you sure this is the 'boy'? Questioned the  man.
"Yes Sir, this is he", answered the  Headmaster.
"Very well, leave us now." Came the second response from the  man.
Not a word was spoken, as I heard the cell door close behind the  Headmaster.
I played the twelve words over and over again in my head. The man  was my
dad.
I heard the footsteps go past me towards the leather chair. I heard that
familiar sound as the man sat in the chair. I was positive this voice belonged
to dad. Why hadn't he said anything to me yet? But, maybe I was wrong. Maybe,
this is my master. I'd find out soon enough.
It was an eternity. Time had stopped. The only thing I knew was that all  of
the steel and iron on my body was beginning to absorb all of the cold air as
the rest of my body began to sweat. The deathly quiet in the room was becoming
 unbearable. I couldn't even hear any of the other slaves outside my cell
talking  or moving about. But then, it struck me, that they'd seen the Headmaster
and  this man enter my cell. Perhaps they know who he is and they just want
to be  quiet and eavesdrop on what goes on in my cell.
"Here 'boy', come here. Kneel before me 'boy'." The voice very quietly  spoke
out.
I rose to my hands and knees and began crawling towards him, not even  daring
to raise my head to look, but I knew that the inevitable was soon to  happen.
Once my hands had reached his well shined shoes, I stopped; and brought  my
body up to a kneeling position, extremely careful not to raise my head or my
eyes.
I could feel the sweat form and drip from my smooth armpits, as my  cinched
thing and balls stuck obscenely outward, my Prince Albert ring barely  moving.
My nerves caused my chest muscles to twitch, and in turn the nipple  rings
twisted side to side.
I saw his hand come forward as he placed it under my chin and slowly  brought
my head up. I knew that I wasn't allowed to look a man in the eyes  unless
commanded to do so; which forced me to keep my eyes looking downward. I
recognized the smell of the man's hand and it was then, only then that I knew  that
my father sat in front of me.
"You are looking well, 'boy'. It looks like everyone has worked hard to
prepare you for your master. You have certainly changed since the last time I  saw
you. It has been a long time since I've seen you properly  naked.
Your Headmaster tells me that you've had a long, but prosperous day. I've
yet to see the videos of your instructional training, but I'm looking forward to
 doing that tonight before I retire for the  evening."
I was full of mixed emotions now. Part of me wanted to tear him in two  and
the other half of me felt as if I needed to stay still and listen to him. If
there was any rage shown, then my dad will have won this one. I wasn't about to
 let him. My needs and desires were now much stronger than he could ever
imagine  and I wasn't about to play my hand just yet. I willed myself not to show
any  anger, any emotion, any indifference.
"I think your new jewelry looks rather becoming on your new body. I can  see
why your master decided on such decadent adornments. He is quite pleased  with
your progress and looks toward the day when he sees you himself, in person.
Your thing looks rather well, I must say. The last time I saw it, it  didn't
have any hair at that time either, so I guess it reminds me of your  younger
years. I'm sure that by now you long to spit your seed out. I'll just  have to
see if that can't be arranged, I know how young slaves are; always  wanting to
fuck something or suck something just so they can feel like a  man.
You're to be commended on your manners. Your postures are well noted and
your acclamation to silence is rather nice for a change; compared to when you
used to talk back to me in the presence of your  mother.
I suppose you want some answers to some questions you may have. But, your
wants are never a concern of an adult male. Haven't I taken care of all your
needs? Surely, the only desire you must harbor is one of longing for an
ejaculation.
Apparently you still have too much time on your hands, which allows you  to
think to excess. Well, starting tomorrow you will be spending three hours a
day in the gym; which should increase your body mass and then you'll spend time
outdoors to work some more on your tan lines. The remainder of your day will
be  used for continued training and testing for endurance and pain
tolerances.
However, I'm quite exhausted from the trip and I want to look at today's
training tapes. Perhaps tomorrow you and I shall go for a nice walk and we can
talk more about your future; and I can bring you up to speed on your mother and
 her silly notions. And I know that you're a smart slave, so I'm sure that
you've  been able to figure out a few things on your very own; which will save
valuable  time instead of wasting it on frivolous questions.
While you sleep tonight, I want you to think about just how much you've  hurt
your father over your lifetime. I want you to think of ways in which you
feel that you are capable of atoning for your transgressions. I know your master
would not, will not tolerate any behavior such as you've demonstrated over
the  past nineteen years. Your days of getting everything handed to you on a
silver  platter are over. Your days of childish behavior are gone. Your days of
pleasure  and happiness are non-existent.
Now, come up here and help your dad out."
I shuffled my knees closer to dad, as I almost knew what to expect.
As he slowly stood, he began to unzip his trousers, after which he  removed
his hands.
"Be a good 'boy' and get my penis out won't you? Just use your mouth and
tongue to get it free."
I hadn't even done that before, so trying to work my tongue and lips  around
the fabric to free his cock took a few minutes.
Dad's cock wasn't hard or nothing, but it sure was big. I could see all  of
the hair on the lower part of his shaft. I knew what he expected me to do. I
slowly dropped my head down, which lifted away my snout ring, and placed his
cock on my tongue. I carefully closed my lips around his shaft and could feel
the blood coursing through the veins.
Dad put his hands behind my head and held me firm. He pushed his cock  inside
until he felt the tongue piercing. As he began to say something, which I
surely didn't want to hear, I just closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift
away into safety.
I felt his cock pulse and then his piss began to flow. I swallowed it all
like a proper slave boy. When the flow of urine stopped, dad kept his cock in my
 mouth for several minutes; apparently feeling some ungodly power he thought
he  was holding over me.
Finally he pulled his hips back, exposing his soft dick and he quickly
tucked it away and zipped himself up. At least he didn't command me to do it,
which was a relief.
"Until tomorrow morning then; sleep well 'boy', you've got a lot more to
show me in the morning. He walked quietly and slowly towards the cell door;
leaving me to kneel facing away from him. I heard the cell door open and I could
distinguish his footsteps as he made his way out of the  cellblock.
They had left my cell door open, and I wanted to go across and see  Jordan
and my step-brother; but  before I could even get half way to the door, my cell
was filling up with the  other slaves on the block. Had they heard the
conversation? Do they now all know  who I am, or who I was? What were they all
planning to do  now?
I slowly and quietly backed up into the distant corner of my cell, as I
watched slave after slave enter my cell; all of them with sinister expressions  on
their faces.

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