The One-Way Voyage (day 42)

DAY FORTY-TWO

Landfall.

Once my dick was liberated, things went back to normal. I stopped being so twitchy. Around us, the endless expanse of the Pacific Ocean looked no different each morning than it had the day before; it would look the same the next day. I struggled to keep track of the passage of time.

I knew we weren't just sailing in circles. Every day

Mariposa

headed in the same direction: toward a point on the horizon slightly south of sunset. Master had a destination in mind, though he never gave me the slightest hint of what it might be, and slaves can't ask questions. (See Rule Eight.)

I knew in the abstract that someday,

Mariposa

would arrive at some destination, but I began to feel as if nothing existed beyond Master,

Mariposa

, me, and the endless, empty sea, and frankly, I was okay with that. My life was good and easy to understand. Obey Master, don't make him mad, and the rest of the day is eating, sleeping, and watching the TV and the sunsets.

And fucking.

So the news I received at lunch today came as a shock. First Master ate his hot dog, then he cut mine into bite-size pieces. He turned and as put the first piece into my mouth, he casually said, "We'll reach the island before dark."

I shouldn't have been surprised, but Master read my expression and added, "You knew we were headed toward an island, didn't you?"

"Yes, Master. I mean, I assumed."

"But here's the thing: when

Mariposa

docks, we can't let anyone see a naked slave running around on deck, now can we?"

"No, Master."

"That's why you're going to go below after lunch, and stay there until I send for you."

"Yes, Master."

That was exactly what we did. After lunch, he padlocked my wrists to my hips, led me below, and locked me into my bedroom, after explaining, "Someone will come fetch you this evening. His name is Suresh. You will address him as 'Master Suresh,' and you will treat his commands as if they came from me or you will be punished for disobedience. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

He left me alone in my small, dark bedroom. I had access to the bathroom, where there was a sink if I got thirsty and a toilet if I needed to pee. Otherwise, I could only sit, wait, and think.

Master gave me plenty of time to get anxious. I had gotten used to the idea of living naked—even learned to enjoy it—but that was aboard

Mariposa

, where no eye fell on my nude body except Master's, and nothing touched my bare flesh but the sun, the rain, the sea breeze, and Master.

Now I was waiting for some stranger, who would "fetch" me. He would see me naked, whether I liked it or not, and even worse, everything was going to be different. My simple, predictable life was over. For the first time since we'd left San Francisco, I had no clue what tomorrow would bring.

There was something discomfiting about that, but I was a slave, and a slave didn't make decisions. A slave could only do as he was told.

The wait was long, but at last I heard the rattle of the door being unlocked from the other side. I looked up as it swung open and caught my first glimpse of Suresh. He was a striking figure: several inches taller than me, with wavy, coal-black hair that gleamed in the hall light. His eyes were dark and intense.

His skin was medium brown. He wore only a tiger-striped sarong wrapped around his waist and sandals on his bare feet. He wor nothing above the sarong, apart from a simple leather cord tied around his neck, and he was ripped.

My eyes kept moving of their own accord from his dark, piercing eyes to his sculpted abs and back again.

"So you're this year's model?" he said gruffly. "Well stand up, slave. Let's have a look."

Sheepish, I rose to my feet. Suresh's hard gaze slid up and down my body. I could almost feel it. His eyes displayed interest, but it was cold, not at all like the look Master would get just before he decided to fuck me.

He concluded his evaluation with a scoff. "Master is

so

predictable. Come on, then. Let's not keep him waiting."

Suresh had a leash in one hand, with a small leather strap attached at one end. I recognized that it was meant to go around my dick and balls. As he approached me, I drew away instinctively.

Suresh grabbed me by the throat and shoved me against the wall. Not hard, not painfully, but he was very strong. "Do I have to tell Master that his slave was disobedient?"

I shook my head and submitted to the leash. As Suresh tightened the strap I said, "I have to pee."

He groaned and gave me a disgusted look. "The only thing worse than being a slave is being the guy who has to hold the slave's dick so he can pee straight. All right, come on."

He started toward the bathroom, giving the leash a painful tug that forced me to follow. "You don't have to hold my dick," I offered. "Only, Master doesn't like it when I pee on the floor."

Suresh's only response was a grumble of disgust. He took hold of my dick and pointed it at the toilet bowl. And waited. Nothing happened. "Is this slave fucking with me?"

"I guess I'm nervous."

"Then I guess it don't have to go that bad. Come on." He turned to go. I hurried along behind him, doing my best to keep some slack in the leash.

He led me topside. It was very dark, a moonless night, and I began to understand. Master wanted me brought ashore by dark, so no one would see his naked slave. We stepped down a gangplank to the dock. At the land end stood an unlocked gate; beyond it stretched a dirt road and a small parking lot. The lot was no more than a patch of dirt and gravel, where sat one vehicle: a black car, with engine running and headlights lit. No one else was in sight.

The gravel felt uncomfortable under my bare feet. Suresh opened the rear door and gestured for me to get inside. The leather seat already had a white cotton cloth draped over it, so I knew this must be Master's car. "Don't dirty the upholstery," Suresh said, unnecessarily.

Once I was seated, he tossed the leash into the car, closed the door, and got in the seat in front of me. This car had the steering wheel on the wrong side, like in England.

Suresh drove the car out of the parking lot and onto the road. I peered out the window, but it was tinted and I couldn't see anything. So I leaned to the left and looked around Suresh and through the windshield. I still saw nothing except the stretch of road in front of the car, illuminated by the headlights, and darkness beyond.

I wasn't sure what to make of Suresh. On the one hand, he called Master "Master," and was almost as naked as I was. On the other hand, Master had told me to obey him, while Suresh himself treated me as if I were, well, if not beneath contempt, not very far above it either.

When it was only Master and me, it was simple. I was the slave and he was the Master. But I was confused as to how Suresh fit in.

After some time, I became aware of lights in the distance. As we approached, this collection of lights grew into a house. It was a really big house. The front wall must have been two hundred feet across, with a grand entrance and six windows on either side. The second floor had even more windows. Exterior lights showed that the road we were taking led into the driveway, which then looped at the front door, where cars could drop off passengers.

"Welcome to your new home," said Suresh.

This was Master's house. I should have guessed.

But before we reached the front door, Suresh took a sharp turn. Now we were circling around the left side. "Where are we going?"

"The front door is for guests," Suresh explained. "Deliveries are accepted at the side entrance. Guess which one you are."

I sighed. It was as Suresh said; around the corner on the left side of the house, the road led to another small parking lot, near a wall with a double door, which was there to receive large deliveries, I guessed. Suresh parked the car, took hold of the leash, and led me up the broad ramp that led to the door.

Inside was a storage area containing a few scattered cardboard boxes, and beyond that, pantry shelves laden with boxes, cans and jars. We passed between these and on into a large, empty kitchen. An opening in the right wall led to a narrow staircase, where we climbed to the second floor. No one else was in sight; no witnesses to see the naked guy being led around by his dick. The lights were dim; the house eerily quiet.

The upstairs hallway had a hardwood floor and deep red wallpaper. Paintings and potted palms decorated our route. Suresh led me past several doors, then into a dimly lit, spacious area that appeared to be a living room or den, a place for relaxation. Two leather sofas faced each other in the center of the room; Master was seated on one of them. He was dressed casually, in a T-shirt and khakis.

I felt a flood of relief at the sight of him. I knew my place now.

"Here they are!" Master sounded cheerful. "Any problems? What do you make of him?"

"No, no problems, and I haven't gotten a good look yet."

"Take a seat." Suresh unfastened the leash, unlocked my wrists, and sat on the sofa across from Master. Master pointed to a spot on the carpeted floor, between them. "Slave, stand here." I stood where I was told. "Stand at attention," Master told me. "No, don't look at me. Eyes forward. Hands on top of the head. Spread your legs." Master slid his finger on a remote control, and the room lights brightened. "What do you think?"

I could hear, but not see, Suresh behind me. "I think you have a thing for blond twinks."

Master scoffed dismissively. "Anything else?"

"Cute ass."

Master nodded. "What do you think of my workmanship?"

"Nice deep tan. I assume that developed on the boat? Decent muscle definition, for this body type. I assume you kept it busy?"

"Of course."

"Turn it around. I want to see the front." Master made a circling gesture with his finger, so I turned toward Suresh. He looked me over carefully as he asked, "How is its behavior? Is it satisfying you?"

"It loves to get fucked in the ass, but it can't suck cock for shit."

"I think I can help you there. What about obedience otherwise?"

"It's compliant most of the time, barring the occasional outburst of willfulness."

Suresh chuckled. "You gave it pain training, I hope."

"A little."

"Not enough, apparently." Suresh shook his head. "You have to be firm and you have to be consistent. Make sure it knows who the master is. I hope you don't let it sleep in your bed."

"Sometimes," Master admitted.

Suresh clucked his tongue in disapproval. "You aren't making my job any easier."

"I can't help it. It loves being touched, and it's as snuggly as a teddy bear. Aren't you?" Master patted my ass with affection.

"Familiarity breeds contempt. Sounds as if you brought it here just in time." Suresh's dark eyes focused intently on my crotch. "It's got a shower. Nice. That bush is a bit unruly, though." He looked past me and over to Master. "I could trim it for you. A dye job too, if you like. How about hot pink? That would really pop against the tanned skin."

"I was going to ask you to wax it."

"Fits with the twink thing." Suresh nodded. "Well, there's no accounting for taste."

"You misunderstand me. I was thinking we might give Kono the chance to do that dragon he's always wanted to do."

"On this scrawny little thing?" asked Suresh with a grin. "I'm not sure how that's going to work, but you're the Master. I'll tell Kono to get his sketches ready. When do you want to do this?"

"I have to leave for Melbourne on the twelfth for two weeks of meetings. Schedule Kono to begin as soon as I leave. That would give it time to heal before I get back."

Suresh looked me over again. "Oh, look. It's getting hard." It was true. He leaned forward, puckered, and blew at my crotch, which ruffled my pubic hair and raised my dick another notch or two.

"It likes being looked at."

"It likes being talked about as well, if this is any indication. Is it always this horny?"

"Always."

"No wonder you like it so much." Suresh reached for my dick and held it up, down, left, and right, examining it from every angle, as he said, "Very well, I'll touch base with Kono and get him on the schedule right away. It would be better if you didn't jerk the slave between now and then. Anything else?"

"That's enough for one night. It's been a long day, and we both have a lot of work to do tomorrow."

"I'll prepare the slave. Promise me you won't let it sleep in your bed."

Suresh stood and led me out of the room. In the hallway, I whispered to him, "I still have to pee." He grunted his displeasure and led me to a bathroom. He held my dick while I peed in the toilet, then put me in the shower. This part was just like the boat; Suresh locked my wrists to a chain above my head, stripped naked himself, and we showered together. Suresh washed me, taking special care with my ass and crotch. "The slave must be clean before I present it to Master."

I didn't say anything; the sight of Suresh naked and lathered up had left me speechless. After he finished scrubbing me, he dried me off, locked my wrists to the belt again, and sprayed some cologne on me before putting his sarong back on and leading me to Master's bedroom. Master was already in bed; he raised the cover for me and I climbed in.

"Will there be anything else, Master?"

"No, that will be all. Good night, Suresh."

"Good night, Master. Enjoy your fuck, but I beg you not to let it sleep with you."

Suresh left. Master made me lie on my belly and spread my legs. He fucked me from behind without jerking me off; by the time he finished, I was dealing with an uncomfortably erect dick that was trying to drill its way into the mattress. Master rolled off me, then held me in his arms and kissed me for a few times, before ordering me out of his bed. He pointed to a mat laid out on the floor. It was made up with sheets, blanket, and a pillow. "That's where you'll be sleeping now. Suresh's orders." He pulled back the blanket.

I lay down on the mat. Master reached for my dick and stroked it a few times. "You were a good slave today, but I can't let you come. I need my slave to be horny for a little while."

"Yes, Master." He pulled the covers over me. That night I slept under my own little pup tent.

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