Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2005 15:27:06 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Sail Away Part 3

My  Tuesday went pretty good, all things considered. The housekeeper had
already  begun cleaning my room as if I had died or something. She had even
removed my  clothes in the dresser and stored them in the closet. The only things
she left  in the dresser were my new socks and the nut hugging underwear. I had
to admit,  once I caught sight of myself in the mirror, that the new underwear
looked nice  on my rather lean physique.

Dad had  taken me with him, to what was supposed to be a day at work.
Instead, I found us  heading into the city, to the docks.  My father had never taken
me down  there, only to his uptown office. The experience was a thrill, at
first. It was  the first time that I'd been this close to one of his ocean going
cargo vessels.  Not many of the ships came to New York harbor; instead they
went to the home  port in California or Louisiana.  I was even introduced to one
of the  captains, who more than graciously gave me a short tour of the ship.
The only  place which we didn't go was way down into the engine room; as he
said it was  always hot and steamy and the engine room crews were always rather
randy  smelling. As I had learned, the crews quarters were rather small, and
cramped  together, but the mess hall was nice and clean and my father and I
were treated  to a mid morning coffee and pastry. The dude who served us seemed
very polite,  but he also appeared to be very young. He was wearing short white
shorts, so  short that if it had been me wearing them, my cock head would
have been exposed.  He wore a white tank top which allowed me to notice that both
of his nipples  were pierced with rather grossly oversized nipple  rings.

After  our ship tour, we went briefly to my fathers' office; where I'd been
many times  before yet not much over the last five years. Some faces seemed
familiar, but  there was an abundant amount of male employees now, more than I
could ever  remember. Thankfully my dads' secretary was still there and I had a
great time  talking to her while my father made some phone calls.  I learned
that she  and a few others had heard of my rather precarious situation. There
appeared to  be a look of concern on her face, but I didn't pursue it. She
barely had time to  tell me to watch out for myself, and not to anger my soon to
be new boss, the  ships' captain; when my dad came out and gathered me up.

Apparently,  my father was going to take the rest of the week off (sorta) and
do most of his  work from home. We had a good time talking on the way home
and I never recalled  ever talking so much with my  dad.

At  dinner, I informed my parents that I was invited for a cookout with Alan
and his  family on Wednesday. They seemed pleased that I wasn't just going to
hang around  the house moping.  My Tuesday evening was like most others,
cellphone and  computer. I even went back and looked at the website that Alan had
left on my  computer. It seemed more 'friendly' to me now than it did the first
time I saw  it.

Wednesday afternoon came quickly. I drove over to my friend Alan's house. It
was  the first time that I'd ever been invited there, as I'd never even met
his  parents either.  A butler answered the door, well... I think he was the
butler. He wasn't dressed like a normal butler but he still acted like one. I  was
ushered onto the back lanai area, where Alan quickly greeted me and
introduced me to his parents. They even had a 'cabana boy' fussing with things  around
the huge pool. I quickly accepted the ice cold glass of beer, which  Alan's
dad offered me. It was so good, that I'd soon want more. Alan's other two
guest arrived, and it was clear that they'd been there many, many times.

Shortly  after their arrival, another servant came outside and passed around
snacks. This  servant was dressed much like the butler. Alan's dad took
request for how we  wanted our steaks cooked and Alan's mom came over to join in our
conversation.

The way she  was talking, she must have assumed that I too, was gay. She
didn't seem to think  otherwise. One might think that any friends your gay son
brings home, must also  be gay. Not the case, where I'm  concerned.

The meal was delicious to say the least and afterwards, Alan's parents left
us  four men alone, suggesting that a nice dip in their pool would help wash
away  some of the worries.

I commented  that I didn't bring a swimsuit, and Alan and the others simply
laughed. They  weren't laughing at me, they were laughing because of what I
just said. "Not to  worry, we always swim in the nude." Alan said with a  smile.

The  three of them were naked and jumping into the pool before I even had my
sneakers  off. The 'cabana boy' was picking up their clothing and properly
placing them on  some sort of rolling clothes  rack.

It  wasn't long, after I'd jumped into the pool that I soon learned that Alan
had  already told the others about his and my tryst the other night. I could
feel the  heat of embarrassment flush over my face, while the three of them
worked closer  and closer towards  me.

Hands  were now running rampant over my nakedness, Alan being the more
intimate, gently  playing with my manstick; which was quickly engorging with each
beat of my  heart. Soon, however, the horseplay ceased and our two friends were
out of the  pool, in the proverbial sixty nine position; as the 'cabana boy'
looked on with  interest.

What followed was more of a shock to me than anything; as I found myself
manhandling Alan's cock and balls beneath the surface of the water. I couldn't
figure out why I was doing it, but regardless, it was something my brain wanted
 me to do.

Soon enough, the 'cabana boy' was called by Alan, to strip and join in the
festivities. I was soon to find out that the 'cabana boy' was not an employee,
but was just another household slave. Alan's parents had purchased his term
of  indenturement, simply to have someone around the house for their son.
Needless to say, all four of us got fantastic blowjobs from him and by the time
the evening was over I wasn't sure of a lot of things. I said my good byes and
 got a big hug and kiss from Alan, who professed to love me forever. As I
drove  home, I couldn't help but wonder if time had allowed, if I would have ever
put  my mouth around Alan's  cock.

Thursday also went by way to fast, with a flurry of activity around the
house;  not to mention the hoards of friends stopping by for one last good-bye,
which  included Alan. My heart felt truly sad, having to say good-bye to Alan; as
it  seemed that over the past week, we had begun to form something more than
just a  friendship.

By Friday morning, there was nothing left for me to do, except lounge around
the  house, or lay by the pool. My thoughts were now totally focused on my new
 adventure. After lunch, I, along with my parents took the long ride to the
airport; where we boarded the company jet and headed  west.

After  arriving, and being driven to the company condo, we had a nice early
dinner;  which left enough time for my father to take me for a ride down to the
docks. I  was amazed at the size of these ships. I was even more captivated
by the number  of them which 'we' owned. Tomorrow, I'd get my first look at, my
first step  onto, one of them. What I had learned from the books didn't
compare to what I  saw close up and  personal.

When Saturday morning came around, it was to much to bear for my mother; so
she  and I had our private goodbyes inside the condo. I think she was, in a
way, glad  that I was coming to terms with my future. I assured her that I'd keep
in  contact with her, as often as time would allow. One final hug and I was
on my  way, to  work.

As the  driver pulled onto the docks, I could easily see that some of the
ships which  were there last night, had already left. We drove to the end of the
pier before  the car came to a stop. I was somewhat anxious to see the ship
that I'd be  working on.  It was glaring at me, the deck was full of cargo
containers,  and who knows what below deck. My dad and I walked slowly towards the
gangway;  where a gentleman dressed in white shorts and shirt was standing.
Before  reaching the gangway, my father made a few last comments to me, some of
which I  didn't understand; but acknowledged them  regardless.

I set my duffle bag on the ground and shook hands with the captain of the
ship.  He seemed really nice. He appeared to be in his early forties, average
build,  with neatly trimmed hair. His eyes were crystal blue and for a moment I
thought  they were looking into my  soul.

Soon,  another man dressed in white shorts made his way down to the captain;
and he too  was introduced to me. He was the first mate and would be my guide
for a day or  two. My dad gave me a big hug, and the mate and I climbed the
long incline up to  the ship. As I turned around, I could see my father talking
to the ships'  captain, with one of his stern looks on his face.

After being  shown where my bunk was, were to store my duffle bag and where
the lavatory was;  the mate and I went up to the wheelhouse to see the captain.
Little did I know  that this was just the beginning of my new  life.

I  stood by the back wall of the wheelhouse, while the captain was barking
commands  over his walkie talkie, and the vessel came to life. More commands and
the ship  was detached from the dock and some tug boats were gingerly coaxing
the ship  away from the pier. I continued to stand quietly, yet the
inquisitive side of  me, had me now staring out a window watching the activities, far
below. Several  other men entered the wheelhouse and the captain was now giving
them orders;  allowing the ship to move slowly, on its' own  power.

When  my attention was diverted back inside the wheelhouse, one of the things
I  noticed was that the last men to arrive were wearing kaki colored shorts
and  shirts and white sneakers. There was one oddly dressed young man standing
just  behind and to the right of the captain, and he was dressed in a pair of
pink  shorts, that barely covered his butt, and he was not wearing a shirt.
>From the  back, he looked quite well proportioned. His back muscles seemed to
exude, to  scream out, that he was tremendously well fit. He wasn't wearing
anything on his  feet.

I  must have been staring at the man to long, as the first mate came to stand
in  front of me; disrupting my awkward glare. "You should be paying attention
to  what the ship and the captain are doing; and not staring at any member of
the  ships' crew."  Man oh man, did I feel  embarrassed.

"Sorry about that", I said. And with that sentence the first mate began his
introductory rage. "You will never address any member of this crew who is
dressed in white or kaki, with nothing less than a SIR!" he said, nearly
shouting in my ear. "You will be allowed one hour each day to speak and ask
questions; and that time shall be restricted until just before you  sleep."

Now  the face of the first mate had gone from his casual informative look, to
one of  being a mean, brazen individual. He picked up a phone from the wall,
pushed  three buttons and whoever answered it; was told in not so polite words
to get  his butt up to the wheelhouse. I never saw or heard the captain
interfere with  the minor commotion I was involved in. The man dressed in pink
shorts remained  still and silent as well as did the other  men.

Soon  enough, a man came charging into the wheelhouse, out of breath; as if
he'd been  running the entire time. "Take this man down to his quarters and get
him in to  his proper attire!" the first mate said, nearly screaming at the
man. "Yes,  Sir!" snapped the man as his reply.

The man led  the way, as I followed; bewildered at what I had just been
through. The more I  watched the man in front of me, the more I noticed that he was
probably not much  older than I was. Once I got over embarrassed feeling,
from just having my ass  chewed out, I noticed that the man in front of me was
also dressed in pink  shorts; however, his shorts were made of material which
was nearly see through.  I guessed that he wasn't wearing underwear, as I hadn't
noticed any of those  lines you see when looking at a girl's ass from behind.


I heard  voices which seemed to be coming from down near the water level; so
I peered  over the railing to notice the men on the tug boats making obscene
comments to  the man in front of me. They were calling him names and they even
were down  there grabbing their crotches and taunting him with such verbiage
as 'here you  go honey', or suck on this bone, bitch  boy'.

Thankfully, we made our way through a passage way door and down two flights
of  steel steps, or ladders; back to the crews' quarters. I stopped outside of
my  doorway, but the man continued on.  Soon, after a few steps, he too,
stopped and turned to face me.  "This way boy" he said in a quiet voice. I  was
about to say something to him, but he put a finger up to his lips,  indicating
that I shouldn't say a  word.

I  followed him down one more flight of stairs, and he then led me into
another  area that had four bunks, suspended from the ceiling by thick heavy
chains. It  was here in this steel walled room that I'd begin to learn my  fate.

"Now  listen," he said, "This is your new sleeping quarters for the rest of
the time  you are on this ship. And this is your bunk (pointing to a bottom
bunk). Your  clothes are under your bunk in the left  drawer."

I  was once again about to say something but again he cut me off. "Please do
not  speak, as if you do; both of us will be punished severely. Speak only at
your  designated  times."

The  man introduced himself to me as Jordan, and that everyone on board this
ship was  going to call me 'boy'. I was the only 'boy' on the ship. I was
hoping that all  of this was some sort of hazing ritual; perhaps customary amongst
sea faring  sailors.

"Now, let's get you changed into your work clothes." The moment he pulled my
assigned drawer open, I knew this all had to be a joke. There was nothing in
there except three pairs of pink, transparent, shorts. "Your duffle bag and
all  of its contents have been removed to a secured storage locker. You are to
wear  these from now on, but first we need to get you over to the barber shop,
for a  proper hair cut. So off with those fancy shorts, shirt, and  shoes."

I  had every intention of running, and jumping ship. Nobody was going to cut
my  hair. NOBODY! As I turned to run, the doorway was blocked by what I can
only  describe as a giant of a man. I couldn't even see his head. All that I
could see  was his honey colored skin, muscles everywhere, his orange colored
jock strap  and what looked like wide thick strips of leather, criss- crossing
his naked  chest.

"Oh,  that's Daniel, our barber, ships' doctor, and chief disciplinarian.
Don't worry,  the only time you should be worried is if you are sent to him for
something  you've done wrong. You're a smart guy, I can tell, so you won't be
seeing too  much of him; but when you do, you'll wish you had followed orders.
Now off with  those  clothes."

Stunned and frightened, I sat on the floor, nearly in tears. Jordon came and
sat  down in front of me and started to untie my sneakers. "I'll help you out
of  these things and that should help you some. You've got a busy day ahead
and the  captain likes to keep things on a tight  schedule."

Jordon finished removing my sneakers and socks, and then had me stand up. The
 coolness of the steel floor felt good on my bare feet, however I was still
in  some sort of catatonic state and couldn't seem to move any part of my body.
In a  matter of minutes Jordan had me totally exposed, and by now I was
crying out  loud. "I'll go with you, if you want. That way you won't be too
frightened.  Getting a hair cut is no big thing. All of us have to have Daniel keep
us  looking  good."

Jordon took my hand and led me out, into the passage way, where I got my
first  look at Daniels' face. He was a beautiful man, to say the least. The only
negative thing about Daniel was that his head was shaved bald, and I couldn't
see any hint of hair on any other part of his body either. Daniel smiled and
extended his hand, introducing himself. His grip was inescapable. Jordan and
I  followed him just a few steps until we reached what I found out to be
called the  cleaning  station.

As  soon as my feet entered the room, I could feel the rumble of the ships'
engines  pick up speed. I heard the ships horn sounding; apparently as a signal
to the  tug boats, perhaps even the crew, that the ship was under its' own
direction and  power. Daniel went and peered out of the portal for a few
minutes, allowing me  to absorb the room and its'  contents.

Not to long, and the phone on the wall started to sound with intermittent
buzzing. Daniel went and removed the phone, to which I could only obtain one
side of the conversation. "Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir I understand, and I will see to it
 Sir. No Sir, he's still here, helping out. Really Sir, I had no idea of that
at  all Sir. At least two hours Sir. Yes Sir we shall see to it  Sir."

As  Daniel continued his telephone conversation, I once again began to survey
the  room. It seemed rather large, at least from my perspective. There were a
few  pieces of furniture, but they all appeared to be made of metal, perhaps
stainless steel. Even what I perceived to be a barbers' chair was made out of
 metal. There was one wall, completely filled with cabinets, which also had
metal  doors; not to mention huge padlocks. One of the cabinets even had holes
drilled  in it; similar to those old fashion lockers in school, top and bottom
of the  front door. Jordan was given the keys to the cabinets and busied
himself by  removing a large tray on wheels and putting items on it; to which I
couldn't  clearly see from where I was standing. Once in a while, I noticed
Jordon  glancing in my direction; his face not now showing any emotion.

Just as  soon as Daniel replaced the phone, he went and stood next to Jordon,
both of  them displaying their backs towards me. I knew that they were
whispering,  assured that it was all about me. I became rather restless now, as both
men  turned towards me, and slowly made their way to either side of me,
taking firm  grasps on my wrists and upper arm. Talk about scared shitless, well I
wasn't far  from it.

They moved me over to the barber chair and politely told me to 'have a seat'.
As  I turned around to back in to the chair, I noticed that the seat wasn't a
full  seat; it almost looked like a weird shaped toilet seat. Once I was
seated was  when I knew that my world was going to turn upside  down.

"Now  don't do or say anything that will cause you to be disciplined." Said
Jordan.  "You can handle all of this and it will make you a much better slave...
oh, I mean  person." I almost went ballistic when I heard Jordan use the word
slave, but I  quickly remember the two bits of advice about talking and
discipline. After all,  how bad can this haircut be; and even if I didn't like it,
my hair would go back  fairly fast. For a fleeting moment, I almost thought
that they didn't know who I  was; which surely would have caused them much grief
if they were to really  mistreat me.

I decided to 'go along' with their game and began to relax, but I wasn't to
keen  on the idea of them using wide leather straps to bind my wrists and
ankles to  the chair. As the sound of the electric clippers filled the air I
realized that  they were honestly going to cut my hair. I've always had the stylist
use a comb  and scissor to style my hair, but never electric  clippers.

I  could begin to feel the shorn hair falling down my back and chest, in
great  quantities. When Daniel ran his hands over my head, was the first
indication  that he had clipped it down to a nub. I was mortified and I just knew that
when  mom and dad heard about all of this that somebody would more than likely
lose  their job; enough is  enough.

When  Jordan came forward with a large bowl of steaming water and an old
fashion  shaving brush I became even more frightened. No sooner had he moistened
my  stubbles and brushed on the shaving cream, Daniel revealed the old fashion
straight razor and in less than two minutes had scrapped my scalp completely
bare. Jordan was kind enough to use a towel and remove the remnants of
shaving  cream and loose stubble from my  head.

"Now  close your eyes, and keep them closed until I tell you to open them
again,"  Daniel said with a serious tone to his voice. Not aware of what was
coming, it  probably was best that I followed his directions.

Again, I  felt the warm water, this time on my eyebrows. The shaving soap and
razor  followed and I was now denuded of eyebrow hair as well. To my
surprise, Jordan  held up a small mirror so that I could see myself. I nearly fainted
as the light  from above bounced off of my bare head. I looked like some sort
of  freak.

I  heard a noise from behind my head followed by Daniel saying to me, "now
just let  your head fall backwards onto the padded head rest." Once again I
followed his  orders; and before you could say 'fuck off', Jordan had confined my
head to the  headrest via a thick, wide leather strap. Had I known what was
coming, I would  have begun to scream and shout. Another strap was placed over
my chest and  cinched ever so tight, followed by yet another one just above my
pubic  region.

Jordan came over to my right side and removed my wrist restraint and pulled
my  arm away from my body, diagonally. Daniel began to lather up my whole arm,
from  the back of my hand all the way up to my shoulder. He took a minute or
two and  used an old fashion strap to hone the edge of the straight razor
before he began  his job as barber. It almost tickled when the razor removed the
hair from my  armpit. The same thing was done to my left arm and I was beginning
to feel a  little bit of breeze come through the small portal, which caused
my body to  involuntarily shiver. With my arms done and re-attached to the
chair, both men  methodically began to shave my  chest.

I was  holding out hope that their little 'fun and games' would cease, but
when they  put the chest strap back on me, I knew I was in for more dehumanizing
 treatment.

Daniel reached beneath the chair and extended some type of handle gadget;
which  he began turning. The chair slowly began to rise up from its' former
position.  When Daniel released his handle, Jordan took another handle and began
turning it  in a clockwise direction; and I not only saw, but felt my body being
leaned  backwards.

Daniel had moved to stand in front of me, but strain as I did, I could only
see  his face. He leaned forward, for what I discovered was yet another handle
which  he began cranking around with rather fast motions. The motion of the
chair now  proceeded not only to raise my legs, but also to spread them further
and further  apart.  Soon I began to feel the muscles straining, but Daniel
kept on  cranking. All I could do, all I could see were my legs raised well
above the  rest of my body and the ankles were slowly being pulled to each side;
almost  wide enough to split me into two  pieces.

In  this position, is when I felt the air flow across my now exposed asshole.
It  felt rather erotic for a few moments, until my brain brought me back to
reality.  Now I can understand the configuration of the seat which I was
affixed  to.

My legs  were done in like manner, as the arms; before Daniel released the
strap above my  pelvis and shaved my abdomen area smooth. Daniel then proceeded
to lather up and  shave my ass, which really scared me.

Jordan came  into view, briefly, as he began soaping up my cock and balls. To
my surprise, my  cock began to harden and I just knew that the two men would
say something about  it, and they did. "The man who sent you here wants your
cock and balls baby butt  smooth, so try and relax and everything will go
good." What the fuck was he  talking about? My father would never even think of
something like  this.

Try as  I might, my cock was soon rock solid. Jordan kept one hand stroking
my manhood  while he used the other to massage the shaving soap all over my
balls. "It's ok;  we all get stiff when we are shaved. Besides, you might do well
if you cum once  or twice while you're in the chair. Never can be sure when
you'll bust a nut  after today, 'boy', Jordan said with a rather cute sexy
facial  expression.

I was doing my best not to speak, for fear of anything else going wrong; but,
if  this little charade keeps up I'll surely let it be known just who the
fuck I am.  Time was quickly running out, as were my patience; over this simple
yet  demoralizing  situation.

Daniel made quick work of shaving my cock and balls, again the breeze sent
chills up my spine. Two long and steady blasts from the ships horn caused the
next comment from Jordan. "Great, now we can get down to real work; we've just
 entered international waters."  I was clueless to his statement, and I
really didn't give a shit; that is, until I remembered that a ship in open water
is like their private world, with the captain of the vessel being like judge,
jury, executioner, mayor and  governor.

Jordan took his time wiping off the remnants of shaving soap, sliding the
damp  towel ever so slowly over and around my cock and balls; even commenting
that he  was surprised that I hadn't gotten off at least one volley of manseed.
Again,  Jordan brought the mirror over and positioned it so that I could see my
naked  fuck stick and baby makers. I was beyond comprehending what they'd
done to my  body; only now, beginning to shed  tears.

Before I knew it, the first mate had entered the cleaning room. All I could
see  was him standing directly above my head close enough so that for a moment
I  thought I could smell his manliness. He had a medium sized box in his
hands,  which he handed over to Jordan, as he addressed Daniel. "The boy's owner
sent  along this box of goodies for the boy. I haven't any idea what is in it,
except  that he also sent along a handful of photographs which indicate how he
needs his  boy to look, when you are done with him." He reached into his back
pocket and  produced quite a number of five by eight pictures; handing them to
 Daniel.

"Holy shit", shouted Daniel, "we haven't done a boy like this in over five
years. It sure will be nice when he's all prettied up, that's for sure. I hope
some of the things in these photos are in the box, because we sure as hell
don't  have things like that. You know Sir that it is going to take longer to do
these  things than what the captain has allotted time  for."

"Yes,  I've made the captain aware of the time factor and he simply said to
get it all  done and finished, regardless of how long it takes. Besides we
won't be at our  first port of call until late Friday"; said the first mate, with
a lot more than  just an authoritative  voice.

After  his brief conversation with Daniel, the first mate began closely
inspecting my  body. When I felt his hands touch me, I was repulsed by him. How can
anyone  treat another human being in such a way? I'm the owner's son and just
as soon as  I tell my dad what is going on he'll get me off this ship and
fire the whole lot  of them. But, why am I being talked about, instead of talked
too? What is all  this stuff about an 'owner'? I'm legally an adult now and I
don't have an owner,  nor am I a slave. Damn these people, to  hell.

No  sooner had the first mate stroked my cock to full attention, and laughed
about  my hairless manhood, he left the three of us alone. Now, the only thing
I can  remember him saying was something about 'goodbye mister and hello
boy'.

In my  gut, I jut knew that I was getting ready to undergo something a lot
more  degrading than my hair removal had been. Like, haven't these guys had
enough fun  at my expense?
to be continued..

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