DAY ONE HUNDRED TWENTY
Sultry Sunset
That was a magical night.
The following morning, Master strung me up in the training room and lashed my back twelve times. It was my punishment for looking in his wallet.
Each blow of the whip was pure joy. Master was correcting me because Master cared. I held his full attention. There was no one else aboard, no one to distract Master or take him away from me. He wore cargo shorts, but I could see him getting harder with each blow of the whip. I took deep breaths against the stinging pain and reveled in the fact that I was giving my Master such pleasure.
Afterward, he chained me into the sling, dropped his pants, and fucked me roughly, grabbing my throat with both hands to hold me in place as his hips banged against my ass with loud slaps.
A few times he stopped to stroke the dragon, which raised its head high, but I didn't come. Master had jerked me off three times the night before and I just didn't have it in me. My dick had gotten raw from all that rubbing.
I still loved looking up at Master while he fucked me. His pecs and abs were not so well developed as Suresh's--I decided maybe I was going to miss Suresh a little after all--but the dark hair on his chest and arms and the thin black trail that began at his navel and ran straight to his dick were so hot they made me melt. His more mature facial features conveyed character, and when he looked at me, I could see the intensity in his eyes, a gaze that told me Master had fucked a lot of men, but I was the one he desired.
He plunged his dick into me one final time and roared like a beast as he came. Afterward, he rubbed his hands over my chest and belly for a while and played with the dragon before releasing me and popping in a plug. He took me topside and chained my balls to the aft deck while he spent the morning in the cockpit.
I felt great. I lay on the deck and sunned myself, thinking my prayers had been answered. Everything was back to how it had been on the outward voyage. That was all I had wanted.
We worked out together in the afternoon, but when night came, Master took me not to his own bed, but to my room. He saw the expression on my face and said, "Suresh's orders. I'm not supposed to sleep with my slave."
I was disappointed, even though my dick and ass needed the rest.
As the days passed, it became increasingly apparent that things were
not
going back to how they had been after all. Master fucked me most days, but he seldom whipped me. I tried extra hard to do my chores exactly the way he wanted. I unpacked the sails deftly every morning and coiled those sheets with mathematical precision.
Master didn't seem to notice.
I tried the opposite approach and became disobedient. The most I got was halfhearted slaps on the ass.
He never let me sleep in his bed. Not a single night.
At first I didn't understand, but eventually I realized the truth. Every day the wind in
Mariposa
's sails brought us a few miles closer to San Francisco, but only one of us would be stepping ashore. For me, this had always been a one-way voyage. I understood that now. Master was returning to his home, but I was not. Master was mentally preparing himself by pushing me away, disengaging emotionally, readying himself for the day he would heave me into the ocean and eliminate the problem I represented.
Today was a little different. He fucked me on the bench this morning, then stuck a really big glass plug up my butt, a plug so fat it made me yelp going in, and I was well used to getting things shoved up my ass by now. After lunch, he pulled out the plug and made me run laps, with the shock box wired to my balls and the juice turned up to maximum. As usual, I only managed about ten laps before the machine came on. It felt like a knife to my balls. The pain made me double over, although I managed to stay on my feet.
Master watched, entertained by the show. "Better keep running," he suggested. "It isn't going to get any easier."
I finished the last two laps, more in a quick walk than a run. Even after Master switched off the shock box and removed the electrodes, my balls still ached.
Master stroked them. "Poor baby. Does this feel better?"
