Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2006 08:22:56 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away part 23

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SAIL AWAY CHAPTER  TWENTY  THREE


The first thing I saw was a fist coming at my head, making contact just below
my  left eye. Then came a foot up in between my legs, striking my steel bound
nuts.  I began to see stars as another fist slammed into my stomach.

Then one of the older and larger slaves decided it would rather fun to piss
on  me, which caused several others to follow suit. I was dragged out of the
corner  and kicked repeatedly along with several more fists making contact with
my  tortured  body.

This was one exception where closing my eyes, couldn't shield me from the
pain  and torment.

Moments later there were added voices in my cell, accompanied by the sounds
of  intense fighting and yelling. Jordan and my step-brother had run into my
cell,  attempting to aid in my defense. Jordan was grasping a slave's cock and
balls,  twisting them for all he was worth; causing the slave to crumble to the
ground.  My step-brother had jumped onto the back of probably the largest
slave here and  was using his small fist to pound on the slave's chest. However,
they were not  much of a match for the well muscled and older slaves. The
three of us began to  feel the wrath of our assault.

All of a sudden I heard a horn  sounding so loud that I couldn't begin to
imagine what the hell was going on. It  reminded me a lot of school, during a
fire drill, except the horns here were a  hundred times louder.

The mayhem in my cell continued, with me getting gut and face punched several
 more times; before the sounds of others in pain filled my ears. When I
finally  was able to keep my eyes open, the first thing I saw was an army of
teachers,  including the Headmaster; their prods being put to use on the aggressors.
The  onslaught of the prods seemed endless, even after some of the slaves
began to  plead for mercy. The Headmaster seemed to have singled out the slave
who started  everything and was constantly applying the prod to the slave's cock
and  balls.

It wasn't until dad arrived, that the cell quieted down considerably. The one
 time I was glad to see him, but he didn't even seem to be too concerned at
the  moment, with me. He was yelling to the teachers and Headmaster to remove
the  other slaves, as they were all being handcuffed. "Take them all in to
town, NOW!  Set them on the X frames and leave them there. The men and boys in
town will  know just how to treat them. Maybe after they get most of their skin
whipped off  of their bodies, they'll understand that such behavior is totally
unacceptable  in our  society."

As the slave's were being lifted off the ground and removed, I couldn't help
but  to notice that the three of us boys had blood covered bodies. I was more
concerned about the other two than myself as I tried to crawl over to them.
Jordan seemed to have gotten the worst of it, as it was plain to see the wide
gashes in his head from the severe pounding he  received.

The doctor ran in and quickly assessed the situation and the three of us were
 quickly taken to the slave's examination room for treatment. My dad followed
the  triage, speaking with the Headmaster as they went along.

We were met in the treatment room by four or five males, who were wearing
shorts; who I'd never seen before. They helped us get up onto the exam tables,
which really was a blessing in disguise. The doctor had the men start to
carefully clean away the blood, as he prepared to start stitching up Jordan's
head.

The only part of myself, which seemed to really be hurting right now were my
'pleasure balls'. One of the men quickly placed several freezer packs on them
 and that seemed to keep any more swelling from occurring. I heard the man
asking  the doctor if I'd be better off without the steel encompassing my balls
and  thing but the doctor simply and casually dismissed the  suggestion.

Since I wasn't on the middle table I couldn't see both of the boys, only my
half-brother. He was already showing a lot of bruising on his chest and face,
but as he was lying there, like a brave solider, he had a slight smile on his
 face; as if he'd just battled the enemy and had  won.

I could hear my dad talking to the Headmaster and someone else, directing
them  on what he perceived to be additional, appropriate and adequate set of
punishment for the male slaves who started the assault. It wasn't long before I
saw him walk over to Jordan and speak with the doctor, before he moved over
next  to the younger slave. My dad showed a slight sign of compassion as he
gently and  carefully ran his hand over the boy's head; then he turned and stood
next to  me.

Carefully and cautiously dad moved my dick, letting it lay atop my stomach;
noting the bruising and broken blood vessels he seemed quite disturbed. Then
he  gently lifted off two of the ice packs and leaned over me to get a better
look  at my battered nuts. To me, it almost seemed as if he began to show a
little bit  of remorse, just before his mind sent him into seeking revenge from
the slaves  responsible for all of this  carnage.

Just before turning to leave, he said something rather strange or should I
say  rather 'odd' for a person in his position. "When you've finished with the
'boys'  bring them up to the house, and we'll tend to any further needs which
they may  have."

I thought his remarks and orders seemed quite caring. However, I was a bit
confused when he used the word 'house'. I hadn't heard anyone here say anything
 about a house. I just thought everyone lived here at school or in town.

I lay there, silently; as Jordan made a few sounds as he was getting sewn up.
My  half-brother was silent throughout his treatments. The doctor kept
checking on  the swelling of my balls and cleaned out the few cuts and scrapes I had
on my  face and head. I could only guess that we were in the examination room
for  perhaps an hour before several men arrived with what looked like those
military  litters. We were each loaded on to one of them and began our next
phase of the  night; heading up to the  'house'.

The night air felt so much cooler than the stifling heat of the day. There
was  even a slight breeze which made looking skyward seem like I was on a family
 holiday. The men carrying the three litters were strong and well defined.
Even  in the moonlight, I could see their muscles flex with each step they  took.

It was so dark that I really couldn't see more than a couple of feet beyond,
but  the smells, the fragrances from all of the plants and flowers was
overwhelming.  Briefly I even thought that mom had been here and toiled away planting
them for  dad, but I knew  better.

Even though the journey was a short one, so to speak; I was so tired that I
nearly fell asleep towards the end of the trek. I just felt so relieved that
the  beating had stopped and that dad seemed to actually care about me now. It
was a  warm feeling that swept over me, as the night air seemed to engulf my
soul.

We were carried into a room, which was nothing like our cells. It even had
real  beds, although not the king size I was accustomed to at home. We were
carefully  placed in our beds, with crisp clean sheets and a wonderfully fluffy
pillow. The  men left quickly and the three of us didn't know if we had
permission to talk or  not; so we just lay on our beds and kind of just looked at each
other for a  while. I couldn't seem to understand why those two had smiles on
their faces  after what we'd just been through; but apparently they were both
happy to have  come to my aid; which I was again, indebted to Jordan was
more. If you could  have only seen the look on his face; it was so angelic and
innocent looking that  it made me all warm and tingly  inside.

A few minutes later, a man dressed in shorts and a nice Hilfiger shirt
entered  the room, carrying a tray of nice cold milk and cookies. After placing the
tray  on one of the night stands he offered the refreshments to us, which we
greedily  accepted and consumed. Not having milk for so long, this was a real
treat for  me. The man didn't seem surprised at all, as each of us lifted our
snout rings  out of the way and ingested the milk and cookies. For such a brief
time, I felt  almost normal again, almost  human.

I'm just guessing, but I think it must have been the plush carpet which
prevented us from hearing my dad's footsteps; as he entered our room dressed in
nothing more than a beautiful imported silk robe. He greeted the man and
remarked about how fast we slaves had devoured our snack. The man simply  chuckled
and agreed with dad. As the man stood close to the doorway, dad moved  over to
my half-brother and instantly the boy was on his knees; apparently  draining
the piss from my dad's body. For a moment I couldn't believe what I was
witnessing but then I remembered that I too am a slave and all of this should  have
become more natural to me. After all, the young slave had known nothing his
whole life except what the teachers saw fit to teach him; and Jordan didn't
seem  to mind at all, judging by the expression on his face.

When dad was finished, he commanded the boy to kneel and present. Once the
boy  was in his position, dad quickly pulled the small butt plug from the
slave's  tunnel and forced it in the slave's mouth. Dad didn't say anything, but I
could  tell that neither he nor my half-brother were  novices.

Dad stepped over to Jordan, where he ordered Jordan to kneel next to his bed
and  lay forward, exposing Jordan's tunnel. Dad proceeded to remove Jordan's
plug and  I could see that there was still an ample amount of grease on it,
just as dad  pushed it into Jordan's mouth.

Using his bare feet, dad pushed Jordan's knees farther apart, which instantly
 told me; that I was about to see my very first man to man fuck. I wasn't
wrong;  as dad stepped behind Jordan's beautiful ass and slid his cock in. Jordan
didn't  make a solitary sound, although once I thought I heard him moaning
softly.

I continued watching, as were my half-brother and the man. Dad kept up a slow
 pace, and didn't appear to be hurting Jordan in any way. I began to wonder
if  dad was the kind of guy that made sounds when began to spit his manseed. To
my  astonishment, dad withdrew his hot iron from within Jordan's body and
walked  over to me. I could see some of the ass grease which was coating my dad's
cock.  I didn't dare look up from my bed as I knew it would have gotten me
into deep  shit.  Dad stopped directly in line with my face, and I could smell
the  distinct fragrance of Jordan slimed all up and down my dad's  cock.

Dad then asked the man to assist him, as they both carefully moved me; so
that I  was laying across the bed, on my back, with my head just over the edge of
the  mattress. The man then adjusted the cold packs on my 'pleasure balls',
keeping  them 'on ice' as he put  it.

I knew then, just exactly was about to take place. Dad leaned over my face,
with  his hands now on either side of my waist and began to lower himself down
His  cock was about to touch my lips, but I opened up my mouth just in time.
Slowly  he brought his hips down, placing more of his magnificent cock into my
mouth, as  I now had closed my lips around it. I could feel his cock touching
the tongue  piercing, and going past it. I knew that if he continued, his cock
would find  its way into my throats passageway.  Dad was now doing all of the
work, as  I lay there, amazed at what was happening. I wasn't sucking his
cock; he was  actually fucking my face. And, if that wasn't enough, he was doing
it in front  of Jordan and my half-brother, not to mention this other  man.

I'd finally been able to swallow all of Jordan's grease and ass slime off of
the  cock, and now I only had the raw hard shaft to concentrate on. Now I
know, I  just know, that mom never sucked on my dad's dick; and here he was,
fucking my  face.

Even though he was taking his time, I could tell that it wouldn't be long
before  he drained his nuts. Not that I was a good cocksucker or anything, but
after  sucking dick for most of the day, I was getting good at telling when the
cock  was going to dump into my  mouth.

He finally had the entire shaft impaling my mouth and throat. I gagged once
or  twice but it wasn't anywhere near as bad as the first few times that had
happened to me earlier. I was still able to get ample amounts of air into my
lungs as my throat muscles expanded and contracted around his  manhood.

His seed came in bursts, which from all appearances, led me to believe he
hadn't  had sex in days. Dad kept his hips steady as spurt after spurt of his
seed began  to slide down my throat. There wasn't much of a taste, but I guess
that was to  be expected since none of it actually came in contact with my
tongue.

I have no way of explaining what had just happened. In some circles, some
countries, this was nothing shy of pure unadulterated incest. But, for my dad,
it had to of meant something else, something more. To me, well, I'm not sure
now, just how I feel about it. Like, how many fathers have sex with their
sons?  But if I was to look at, and assess what we just did; I could only think of
it,  now, as something that a properly, well trained slave is supposed to do.
I  couldn't see it any other way. Age was not the issue; parental rights
didn't  play a part of it either. It is a cock on a male, which when needing to be
 serviced, is serviced whenever possible by a  slave.

Dad slowly got off of the bed, pulling his robe so that it covered his now
deflated manstick. He moved around the bed so that he was now looking at my
body  from the other side. I could feel him remove the ice packs, exposing my
balls.  He said something in a hushed tone to the man and then proceeded to pick
up my  'thing' by the Prince Albert ring.  The way he began to feel my 'thing'
 made me forget about the discomfort in my balls. I tried to will away all of
 those youthful feelings of arousal but they all failed miserably. Dan kept
up  his manipulations until my sore 'thing' had finally become rigid. I
couldn't  even remember when the last time it had been firm and hard like this. I
didn't  care if it was my dad or who ever; my mind went into overdrive wanting
nothing  more than to eject my  sperm.

It was amazing how dad worked his fingers in between my two barbell piercings
 running horizontal through my 'thing'. I was beginning to think that he
might  have done this once or twice before. While his one hand was massaging my
thing,  he used his other hand to gently and carefully remove my butt plug. No
sooner  had the plug been removed, I felt the rush of air enter my bowels.
Strange, yes;  but I guess that my tunnel opening was now accustomed to having the
plug in it,  that the muscles were in no hurry to close  up.

I could feel dad slowly putting one of his fingers inside the tunnel, only
one.  At first, for a minute or so, it felt weird; like something was alive
inside my  ass. Then his finger stopped and began going in a slow circular pattern
over one  specific area. The more he moved his finger around, he also added a
little more  pressure.

I knew what was about to happen, would have normally been a very, very
embarrassing moment for some boys. I could feel my sperm, as it seemed to begin  to
boil up from my balls. The more indications I was receiving from my brain
about the impending explosion; the more my balls began to hurt. The pain was
immeasurable. I don't know what happened. I could actually feel each ball,
separately, as it tried to work more fluid up. Being separated and bound in  steel
bands, my balls had no choice but to hurt.

With my eyes now wide open, looking backwards, seeing Jordan and my
half-brother  watching every moment of this experience caused me to have the desire,
the need,  the want; for this to continue on, regardless of how much pain I was
in. Both of  them had the nicest smiles on their faces, as if to be saying to
me, 'way to  go'.

Finally, my 'thing' exploded in a shattering volley of hot cum. Dad had been
careful to keep the 'thing' pointed in the right direction; which allowed my
sperm to land squarely on my upper chest and abdomen.

My balls were begging for help, from the pain. My 'thing' oozed the last
remaining bits of sperm, as dad set it gently against my skin. I could still
feel it pulsing, as all of the blood tried to find a way to escape the cinch
ring.  My eyes were seeing stars flash blindly as they passed in front of  me.

With such raw emotions and feelings in my brain and on my physical being; I
didn't notice that dad had removed his finger, leaving my tunnel  vacant.

Dad offered me his grease and slime covered fingers; one with tunnel grease
on  it, and the other with remnants of my seed clinging to it. Without thinking
or  hesitation I sucked them both  clean.

I heard dad snap his fingers a couple of times, and then noticed my
half-brother  as he climbed up on my bed; licking up every bit of my sperm. Jordan had
gone  around to my butt.

The man was now involved, as he stood next to my head; reaching over and
grasping both of my legs. He pulled them forward and worked my knees onto my
upper chest; near my shoulders.

Now there were four people utilizing me like a piece of flesh or raw meat.
Jordan's tongue was now probing the inner darkness of my tunnel, my
half-brother  still busy at licking up my seed, the man acting like an iron statue
holding my  legs up out of the way; and now, finally, my dad re-introducing my mouth
to his  cock as he once again had found a receptacle for his  urine.

Every time Jordan moved his head, it rubbed up against my balls; sending
waves  of discomfort throughout my body. I had to swallow piss and cope with the
pain  all at the same time; not to mention tossing in my half-brothers tongue
manipulating my nipple rings so he could lap up the remains of my sperm. I was
 in such distress that I couldn't, I wouldn't; begin to process mentally what
was  going on.  I was glad when dad's cock exited my mouth, as I greedily
sucked  in air; and even more delighted when Jordan was commanded to stop his
tunnel  manipulations and return my butt plug to its' rightful place.

As Jordan and this man, together got me positioned properly on my bed; I
began  to feel some relief. Dad was sitting on the edge of my mattress just
looking at  the other two slaves; as if he'd wanted to say something to them, but he
 remained silent as the two climbed back onto their own beds and lay  down.

The man left us instructions as to where we would find the shower room,
should  there become a need to piss. Dad very quietly, yet with a certain degree of
 authority in his voice, informed us that the lights would be going out in
thirty  minutes; and followed that up with telling us that during the those
thirty  minutes we were allowed to speak with one an other. Hearing him say that
made me  feel so good. I had a lot I wanted to say to Jordan and my
half-brother, all  good, of course. My mind was saying, to dad, 'okay, now get the fuck
out and let  us slaves talk in  private.

The man, who by now I guessed to be my dad's butler of sorts, turned to
leave;  as did my father. Upon standing, my dad said nothing to me directly. He
simply  walked over to my half-brother and said; "Come slave, come with your
Master."

Dad held out his hand and helped the young slave rise up off of his bed.
Still  holding on to his hand; both dad and my half-brother followed close behind
the  'butler', leaving just Jordan and I in the room,  alone.

If Jordan hadn't of spoken first, to me; I wouldn't have even known that my
mouth had dropped open when I heard my dad utter those words.

My father had now claimed his first slave.

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