Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2006 12:21:39 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: SAIL AWAY PART 38

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Sail Away Chapter 38

            Farther east, John Henrys' mom had just concluded another
conversation with Alan's dad, which also included two attorneys. It has
gotten to the point where his mom was trying to decipher just exactly
what the Federal, State and Local laws really were, pertaining to buying
slaves, selling slaves, enslavement and most of all; what could and could
not be done with male slaves.

            Oddly enough, she wasn't as nervous or timid about being
around the slaves at Alan's home this visit Even when they served coffee
and cookies, good old mom dealt with it in a most polite and
sophisticated manner. She was rather surprised that none of the slaves
seemed the least bit disturbed by her presence. Even when the attorneys
took physical liberties with the slave's sexual equipment she didn't
seemed at all upset.

            During the entire meeting, Alan was present but opted to sit
by himself; far enough behind John Henrys' mom that he wasn't even
noticed. He, of all the males in the room, was taking the most advantage
of having naked slaves coming and going. The strangest part of him and
the slaves was when one of the slaves actually knelt between the young
mans legs and sucked away on Alan's dick; which, by all sense of humanity
would have seemed odd to be getting a knob job right there in front of
your own father. One can only wonder just how far Alan took liberties
with his slaves, if and when his own mother was around.

            John Henrys' father was viewing the latest video of his sons
first full day at his new Masters' abode. He wasn't viewing the finished
product, but the rough footage was supplying him with more than enough
thoughts on how he could improve new slaves' abilities at his school. He
seemed to be relishing in a pool of self pride, as he watched his son
pull the water cart around and 'service' the urinary needs of the 'day
labors'.  One can only wonder if he would eventually get to see a video
of John Henry alone with Jordan.

            Daniel was keeping quite busy on the ship; as three newly
indentured slaves had arrived from Argentina. He, like always, was hoping
that they wouldn't be auctioned off any time soon. His delight in using
and abusing a new slave was the highlight of any given day and he didn't
want those to end any time soon.

            John Henry had both of Jordans' balls in his mouth now,
sucking and licking them; not because he was told to do it, but because
he was finding out for himself just how much pleasure he was and could
afford a male body. Jordan, by now, didn't have to tell John Henry
anything. Jordans' moans and gasps of sheer pleasure was enough of an
incentive for John Henry to keep right on doing what he was doing. If
anything, Jordans' body scent was enough to keep John Henry in a state of
bliss for a long time to come. Finally, though, Jordan knew that he had
been instructed to have the slave do more than just orally manipulate a
pair of 'pleasure balls' and he also knew that his own cock was aching
for a release.

            "Well John, best we get on with more of your training."
Jordan said with a tone of sadness. "Just stay put while I adjust myself
and then you can practice by giving me even more pleasure and joy."

            Jordan pushed himself up and turned around so that his butt
was facing John Henrys' face. "Now I'm going to work with you on the
proper methods and techniques on 'face sitting'. Not that you will ever
sit on a face; but what you can expect and just how you are to work your
tongue."

            After several sentences of instruction, Jordan lowered
himself down over John Henrys' mouth; but careful enough not to bring his
entire body weight to bear. Jordan could feel the moist tongue lapping at
the sides to the entrance of his tunnel. The tongue finally began to dart
on and off of his rosebud pucker, which was something that Jordan really
loved to feel. Each passing minute, Jordan lowered himself fractionally,
so that John Henry might get the idea (hint) on his own, to go ahead and
allow his tongue to venture into a place, where a month ago he had never
even considered such. Jordans' thing was so engorged with blood that it
was now vertical and making contact with his abs. Jordan could only image
what was going through the mental process of the slave lying prone
beneath his muscled torso.

            Another disheartening moment, when Jordan raised himself up
and moved to the side of the bed; nearly out of breath and sweating
profusely. "Well boy, what have you got to say for yourself? Tell me what
you were and are thinking now." Jordan asked hoping beyond hope that the
slave would say something to his liking.

            As Jordan sat on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently for
some indication or words from John Henry; little did he or even the slave
know that at this same moment in time, Alan was in his bedroom clicking
his way through the myriad of pages of the Morris School of Slave
Training website and that John Henrys' mom was now sitting in her own
living room, now determined more than ever to watch every single moment
of her sons journey beginning with his time aboard ship.

            ---------------

            I didn't know how to answer Jordan, as I still had a flood of
questions to ask him and I wasn't about to forget about it either. But I
had to start somewhere. "I don't know what to say or what you are
expecting me to say. Do you want me to say it was great fun, to lick your
ass, and to suck on your hole? Am I supposed to be overjoyed with the
prospect of doing this again and again? Do you suppose that I'll like
sticking my tongue up some dudes' ass who hasn't been cleaned out? Jesus,
just what in the fuck do you want me to say! It's always about you and
everybody else! Nothing around here is ever about me, let alone does any
fucking body give a shit? HELL NO! Everybody seems to be having a gay old
time at my expense. Just when I think I'm understanding and accepting
myself, people like you come along a fuck up my thinking. Why can't I
just have time alone, so that I can think things out? Everybody wants to
make me out to be something I just might not be.  Do I always have to be
having sex in order to please everyone? Jesus Jordan, one minute you say
you love me and all that other crap and the next thing I know is that you
are acting like a master. What gives man? Hey I like you a lot man, and
I'm starting to have feelings for you as well, but not when you act like
you are my boss."

            Jordan bolted from the bed, turned around and stood there;
staring at John Henry; unaccustomed to having someone fire off question
after question in such a mad tone of voice. Jordan was caught speechless,
which wasn't going unnoticed up at the main house.

            "I gotta piss," I rudely said as I nudged Jordan out of the
way, making my way into the shower area. If Jordan couldn't tell or
understand what I'd just said, tough shit. I at least got to feel my
thing react, as piss flowed steadily down and out, which seemed to
replenish my sense of being a man. I had never been that verbally
abrasive in my entire life; not even when me and dad got into it. I made
sure that all of the little piss droplets had fallen from my thing and
ring before heading back to the bed.

            Jordan was already lying on the bed and had his eyes locked
on to my every move. "I'm sorry Jordan for yelling at you the way I did,
but I'm not sure what it is that everybody wants from me." I said softly;
as I scooted over top of Jordan to my side of the bed.

            The two of us just lay quietly on the bed, perhaps each
waiting for the other to speak. Jordan, had he not been pissed off or
something would have begun pawing me by now; so I knew that he was either
really upset with me or at the very least mad by my volley of questions.

            I felt the bed move and noticed Jordan once again kneeling
between my legs, but not looking at my face. One by one, he put each of
my legs on his shoulders and began to crawl even closer to me; raising my
butt each time he repositioned himself. I thought, briefly, that I could
detect the heat from his groin. I positioned my head so that I could look
him straight in the face; as he was now staring at me with those
beautiful cobalt blue eyes.

            "Listen up boy," he began, "You gotta learn that worldly
folks don't give a damn about 'your' feelings. They know that slaves have
feelings and emotions but such things are not important to them. The only
thing that is important is that their slaves work and perform for the
duties for which the slave was purchased."

            Jordan was now employing the use of his two hands to softly
rub all over my thing and sore balls as he continued to speak, "As for
me, well what I said earlier still goes; but our Masters have given me a
task to perform and I have to do it or else. I'm trying to make this all
easy on you and everything, but I'm not so sure you can understand any of
it. I'd rather be doing this to you, with you, because we both want the
same thing. Now then, boy, I'm not allowed to fuck you even though right
now I could do it so fucking easy. But our Masters have said that I can
make you feel good, if I thought you were learning your lessons well. Do
you want to feel good? So here's the deal. I'm going to make you feel
good, but then you've got to make me feel good."

            As I listened, my mood began to change and I could see that
Jordan was sincere in what he was saying. "Now the thing is boy, in order
to make me feel good, you have got to really practice on sucking cock.
So, it is up to you. You can lay there and forget about feeling good or
you can accept your next lesson."

            My hesitation in speaking quickly, had nearly become a
disaster. Jordan was lifting my legs from his shoulders, when finally I
blurted out, "Yes, I want to feel good." Without a word, Jordan
repositioned my legs as he leaned back onto his own heels. He never once
took his eyes off of mine.

            Jordan began with only a single finger, twitching away inside
my tunnel. I could feel my thing begin to harden and I was becoming more
aware of ever single nerve ending in my whole body. The second finger
worked its way inside, as Jordan used the width of both fingers to
stretch my tunnel opening even more. For some reason, I began to make
small arches in my back, almost as if I wanted more, needing more.

            Jordans' third finger caused me discomfort but I remembered
to do the inhale, exhale thing I'd learned at school. Back and forth his
wrist turned, stretching my hole more than even the dildo had done all
day. I remember moaning and making unintelligible sounds, as one of his
fingers finally began to massage my hard spot.

            I closed my eyes, so that I could concentrate solely on the
feelings, without any outside influences. Jordan must have had this done
to him many times, as he sure knew how to make me feel good. I never gave
it any thought as to how many times Jordan had put his fingers up another
mans hole.

            His voracity and tenaciousness continued, stretching my
muscles more and more; with the vigor of a dog in heat. The times when
his fingers made contact with my hard spot continued to send wave after
wave of sexual excitement through every fiber of my being.

            Finally all of Jordans' concentration was centered on the
hard spot and I became more and more delirious with each passing second.
I knew that I was actually pressing my own body onto his fingers, each
and every time I bucked upward. When I finally opened my eyes, Jordans'
eyes were still focused intently on my face. I faintly remember him
saying something like 'okay baby, it's okay, you can cum now baby boy'.

            Sperm went every which direction, as my thing rose and fell
and whipped side to side. The only thing I can equate my orgasm to would
be like saying, 'sharks on a feeding frenzy'. It was awesome.  It had to
be the moment of truth for me, finally coming to grips with my sexuality.
Alone with Jordan, his nakedness emblazoned in my memory for a lifetime,
the feeling of freedom not to mention the raw emotions I was going
through just knowing how much I was enjoying man to man sex with him.

            I took my hands, as weak as they were, and began to trace
them through the sperm that was on my chest and stomach. As I continued
to look into Jordans' eyes, I brought my cum coated fingers to my own
mouth and sucked the seed of life from them. Jordan seemed to smile even
bigger now that he'd just witnessed my actions.

            He offered me his three fingers and I anxiously accepted them
into my open mouth and sucked them clean; which I must admit, it too was
fantastic. Not surprising though, was Jordans' attention to the remaining
sperm on my body, which he himself lapped up before it had a chance to
ruin the bedsheet.

            "Now slave boy, you get to make me feel good."

            Jordan eased my legs from his shoulders, politely leaving
them bent at the knees. He took a position on my chest which was rather a
nice thing for him to do. "We don't want to get my Prince Albert stuck to
your tongue piercing so just remember to keep my cock head well past it,
okay." Jordan said with a smile.

            As he raised himself up, the scent of his sexuality filtered
through my nose and triggered my own emotional attraction to his body and
soul. My mouth was open before Jordan had a chance to allow his cock head
to dance on my lips.

            Each inch of his manliness, his thing, was worshiped as it
entered my mouth. I wanted it all, every inch, and I wasn't going to deny
myself of it. As his thing rolled over my tongue piercing, I could tell
that the steel ball was having its intended effect. The more of Jordan I
was consuming, the more he was leaning in towards my own body. I was able
to control my breathing, which not only made my task easier; but seemed
to add to the whole scenario of our 'love making".

            Jordan began to slowly pump his hips, as if he was fucking a
chick. I never once closed my eyes; as I wanted to see, to hear, and to
feel his every movement. I almost wished that this would never end, but
as a young adult myself, I knew that no matter how much one desires to
refrain from spewing sperm; the inevitable always takes precedence over
one's desires.

            It wasn't long after I'd placed my two hands on Jordans'
cheeks that he let loose with a primal sort of grunt and groan; followed
by his sperm freely entering my mouth. It was sweet and rather thick and
even when it mixed with the leftover taste of my own sperm; the taste was
truly one of astonishment.

            Jordan panted aloud as he tried desperately to gain control
of his own breathing. I then, placed my hands on the back of his head and
took control; bringing our two mouths together as one. I was the one,
this time, to incite the frenzy of our two tongues. I was a gift from the
unknown. I'd never experienced, nor ever felt such raging passion for
another man.

            By the time we both, simultaneously, broke our kiss; we were
covered in endless sweat. Jordan raised himself a little higher and began
to take quick jabs, with his tongue; attacking my pierced nipples. It not
only felt like the right thing to be doing, but I too, wanted to
reciprocate his attentiveness.

            By the time I'd gotten my hormones in check, Jordan had slid
off of the bed; only to retrieve something which lay under it. "Now my
baby slave, I've got to put this in you. It is much larger than your
earlier ones, and I know you won't like it. But just think of me, as I
ease it in and you'll do really good."

            I turned to see just what Jordan was speaking about; only to
become scared to death by the size of the black butt plug he was holding
with his two hands. However, just knowing that Jordan was assigned the
task of inserting this anal invader, seemed to keep me in check.

            I watched as Jordan tore open a small packet of lubricant and
smeared it all up and down the monster plug. I listened and obeyed as he
told me to pull my legs up to my head; exposing my tunnel opening for him
and the cameras to see once again.

            I knew from my limited experience, that such a plug was going
to really hurt. I brought to mind any and all, things I'd learned at
school about anal relaxation. I even envisioned the slave on the video as
he was forcibly impaled on the cock of a horse.

            My muscles and anal tissue were being forced to go far beyond
my imagination. I didn't do bad at first, but as soon as the muscles had
been pushed beyond the width of Jordans' three fingers, I was struggling
to remember just how I was supposed to breathe; not to even mention
'relax'.

            Jordans' words to me, during this time of need and pain, were
quite soothing. I attempted to listen to him speak versus trying to block
out his words to only think about myself and my feelings. It finally was
over, yet Jordan continued to use his hands to hold onto the huge base of
the plug. He never once stopped talking in a concerning tone. I will
always remember him telling me that even a willing slave seldom gets
plugged with one so enormous. He told me that as soon as he would release
his grip, that my entire body would feel the weight of the plug. I knew
that I'd be walking even more bowlegged tomorrow, since the new plugs
base was at least three inches wider than the earlier one.

            Jordan did everything in his power, to assure me that it
hadn't torn me up any. He also told me that the reason my Master wants
this size plug in me; is so that in days to come I'll be ready to accept
a fist and forearm without causing damage. My brain began to float some;
as I pondered the word 'fist'. I wonder who, or 'whom', would be the one
to first introduce a fist to my tunnel. Gosh, if it could only be Jordan.

            Jordan helped to get my legs down gently. It was really awful
having to keep my legs spread apart this much. He suggested that I sleep
on my side tonight, which might allow my body to adjust to its new
friend. I took his advice and turned carefully towards him, allowing
myself ample time to adjust my legs to where I could get 'reasonably'
comfortable.

            He was so kind to me, as he fluffed up the cheap pillows
which we'd been given. He even gave me a sweet kiss on the lips just
before he lay down to sleep. Having his arm over me gave me a reasonable
amount of security for the night as we both fell into deep sleep. Little
did I know that sleep this night would be one of the few good nights'
sleep I'd be getting for awhile.

            Even before the lights came on, I was awakened. Startled at
first, by the darkness and unknown, I called out Jordans' name. I got no
response, but quickly discovered why. Jordan had repositioned himself
earlier so that he could suck on my balls and lick my shaft. He was
really concentrating on my right ball, sucking and licking it for all he
was worth. His hand was toying with my shaft, which had long since rose
to the occasion.

            As my vision and thoughts cleared, I was looking at Jordans'
cock. I had to have at least one more time with his manstick, before the
lights were turned on. I moved slightly, which brought his thing to my
lips and I eagerly attacked it, knowing full well that this is something
that I want to do, for a change.

            His second deposit of slave cum in my mouth was a sweet as
the first. He and I both were startled by the onslaught of illumination
as the signal to begin our day. Jordan scrambled out of bed without
saying a single word and headed straight for the shower. I had to more or
less ease myself off the bed, as the new plug was also awake and
reminding me of just how much fun I was going to have today. I had to
crawl carefully and ever so slowly to the showers; where I discovered
Jordan nearly finished with his enemas.

            "Morning boy, looked like you slept well," Jordan said to me
with a smile. "One last thing for you this morning is that I'm supposed
to tell you not to worry about getting cleaned out today. Your Master
desires the plug to be left in for now."

            In a way, I was glad to hear that bit of news. I didnâ^À^Ùt'
want to endure the hardship of trying to remove it, let alone get it back
in. Thankfully Jordan noticed I was having a bit of trouble reaching
underneath and around certain areas of my body and he jumped at the
chance to help me. He nor I mentioned one word about him not being
allowed to help me bath; although I was becoming acutely aware of all the
'demerits' I was stacking up for a good old fashion punishment lesson.

            Breakfast came and went with fanfare. Soon both of our
Masters arrived, with the butler in toe behind them. Jordan was sent on
his way, this day to work with a landscaper. I was led once again outside
and hitched to the water cart. I screamed aloud as the butler used both
of his hands to force the anal plug from within. For screaming I received
an instant slap to both sides of my face; which brought out a flow of
water from my eyes.

            Indeed, the dildo had been changed. Fatter AND longer! They
backed me into the fucking thing and I knew instantly that this day
wasn't going to go very well at all. The three men accompanied me to the
old barn, where workers had already begun to assemble. The large
container was once again laden with ice and water, and all of the
workers, like yesterday, had some diabolical remarks to make. The only
difference today was that I didn't have a butt plug shoved into my mouth,
which for once made sense. Well, it made sense at the time anyway.

            After Master tested the transmitter and receiver, I was sent
on my way to deliver water to any group that requested it. After about an
hour, I was learning to deal with the enormous dildo up my tunnel. I'd
only been summoned twice for water which allowed me time to walk slowly
and reminisce about last evening.


            There was one more thing that struck me as odd. Unlike
yesterday, there was one less group of men working away out here. There
wasn't a group of men loading wagons with cut wood; only the men cutting
the hardwood trees and the bunch of me who were stripping the branches
and limbs away. But, the men seemed to be a lot nicer to me today
compared with yesterday. They weren't calling me vile names nor were they
making fun of my position as a slave. I didn't experience any of their
piss coursing down my throat either. Some of them did find it amusing
that such a huge dildo was working its way into my tunnel.

            I was never even called down to the barn for water either,
which was really unusual. The only time I was summoned to the barn was
for my lunch time meal. But that was enough to frighten even me, as I
shall explain.

            The closer I got to the barn, I knew something was either
really amiss, or that something had gone terribly wrong.  From atop the
last shallow hill, I could see what appeared to be a police car, a couple
of lumber trucks and big trailer full of stuff from some sort of home
supply store and another regular automobile.

            By the time I'd gotten down the hill, Master was waiting for
me, with a leash in hand. He quickly snapped it to my Prince Albert and
led me forward, towards the barn and what now appeared to be a gathering
of men. Men dressed in all forms of clothing.

            I noticed that the police car wasn't a police car. The
markings on the side of the vehicle denoted it as being from the
"Arkansas State Slave Regulatory Commission". There were two men dressed
nicely yet casually in what appeared to be uniforms. They had more things
dangling from their belts than you could ever imagine.

            The workers and those who apparently had driven the other
vehicles to Masters' plantation were all gathered around the barn. I
could see quite readily that they'd all been working on the inside of the
barn; which looked rather barren now.

            The two men approached Master and talked out of my hearing
range for a couple of minutes, before leaving Master to stand alone as
they now came forward to me. I wanted so much not to have my blinders on,
so that I could see Master; which in a strange sense would have given me
a feeling of security.

            The men began examining my complete body, including my thing
and balls. As one man spoke the other was taking notes and using a sort
of 'check list'.  They even opened my mouth and inspected my tongue
piercing and teeth; before one of them ran a huge swab around, collecting
a sample for DNA testing and analyzing.

            One of the men began speaking to me, and asking me questions.
I didn't know that I had to answer them. I'd been taught to keep silent
unless given permission to speak and since Master hadn't granted such, I
simply kept quiet.

            My silence appeared to have enraged one of the men, who
quickly applied his little zapper thingy to my shoulder. I was sent
backwards, involuntarily, which caused me to impale myself a few unneeded
inches on the dildo. A second surge of current was quickly applied to my
bound balls and I continued to reverse myself onto the dildo. The two men
began to laugh at me. "Why is it that all these fucking slaves never
answer our questions?" the older of the two men asked.

            All I could think about was why hadn't Master intervened.
With sweat now pouring from every bit of my flesh, I stood my ground
firmly and properly; just like a good slave should do. I instantly
realized that my silence could actually be working more in my favor than
I had anticipated. Could perhaps, my diligence to orders cause Master to
have second thoughts about my accumulating demerits? If I had any luck at
all, maybe I'd be spared any form of punishment after the evening meal.

            The younger of the two men, summoned Master and began asking
him the questions that I hadn't answered. Questions which seemed of no
importance what so ever, like;

            How long has this male been a slave?
            Why was he enslaved?
            Who enslaved him originally?
            Does the slave eat slave chow?
            How often is it fed?
            How often is it fucked and by whom?
            Do you intend on fist fucking his rectum?
            Are you anticipating any 'animal husbandry?
            Is it going to be castrated?

            At least two dozen more questions were asked of Master before
the two men fell silent. They apparently had never seen a cart like mine
and did some further inquiry as to just how well it worked and if such a
thing was costly. If I was a betting man, I 'd say that they were just
stalling for time, as each of them seemed more than happy to stroke my
skin, as if I was some kind of animal to them.

            One of the men even went so far as to handle the shaft which
held my dildo. He managed to push in back and forth an inch or so; which
caused him to giggle like a silly school girl. Surely Arkansas could have
hired better employees than these two backwoods hillbillies. "Mind some
time if when we come back next week that maybe we'd could get a good poke
as its asshole?" One of the men asked Master, as if wanting Master to
oblige him. "Yeah, and I'd like to be getting a good blowjob as well and
might even let him suck the shit outta my country boy ass, if'n you don't
mind." Master never answered the questions or hinted that he would oblige
their requests.

            The two men bid their farewell and attempting to act
important, the driver of the car spun his tires; kicking up a huge cloud
of dirt and dust. I could only guess that Master was pissed at them for
doing that, but more pleased that the hillbillies had left.

            Master slowly regained control of my leash and led me right
up to the barn, where my noon meal and a large bucket of water awaited
me. As I ate, so did all of the other men, including all of the truck
drivers. I could see, sort of, Master going into the barn and speaking
with a man; who was apparently the driver of the other car. I couldn't
make out what they were saying to one another, but I did hear the man
calling out for someone named Mark. It was only a minute or less, until I
saw this 'Mark'. He was only a kid, who appeared to be under the age of
eighteen. Who he was, or what he was doing here was bewilderment to me at
the time; that is until I totally forgot about all of the men around me
and continued to eat my meal, while all of my thoughts were reverting
back to last night.

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