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North Country Chapter 11
At some point in time, during the night, I awoke with the need to piss and I was pleasantly surprised to see that someone had come back and placed a lit candle outside of my cell. It told me that at least somebody here had a little bit of caring buried within them.
Instinctively I reached for my dick, but the mitts quickly brought to mind the fact that the Masters did not want me to have use of my hands; so all I could do was, straddle the bucket and release my urine. I even swayed my hips, in an effort to make sure that there were no little droplets remaining on the cockhead. It wasn't until I turned to move back to the mat, that I remembered my ankle chain, but it too seemed appropriate for my situation.
I lay there, looking up at the bars overhead, the flicker of the lighted candle raising and lowering the level of illumination. Why did I feel safe and secure? Was it because I was now far away from the camp full of men? How had I come to like sucking a man's cock, let alone enjoying the many varied tastes and textures of it? Would the rest of my feelings and emotions evolve to the point where I'd be less terrified of getting fucked? And why, WHY, am I now feeling less rebellious towards having other men, and yes even younger men, control my every move, my every action?
There were dozens more questions that I was asking myself, without finding answers, when I finally dropped back into a deep sleep. It was the best, warmest, sleep I'd had in weeks.
I awoke to the faint sounds of noise in the outer room, and pushing myself up
onto my elbows I could see another person; who appeared to be wearing a rather nice shirt and pants. The man seemed to be fussing with… it took a second to figure out, laundry. Yes, he was loading up the washing machine. I continued to watch, as seeing someone different had always been something which interested me. When ever we as a family had the chance, we used to go down to Regan International Airport. It was something that we, as a family, used to do; but mainly we went to the airport so that my older brothers could watch the jets land and take off. I enjoyed watching the people more than the airplanes. I was always amazed with the people who used to linger through the terminal selling flowers and such for some religious cult.
The tall figure turned and headed straight for me. I was a behemoth of a man. I thought he'd have to duck his head as he passed under the doorway, but he obviously wasn't that tall the closer he got to the door. He came in and turned on a light directly over my cell, leaving the rest of the room (Master called it a dungeon) in darkness. He stood there silently observing me as if I were some sort of animal at the zoo. His eyes never left me, as he moved from side to side; getting a better view of my nakedness.
Finally, he smiled and spoke, in a soft tone, "I'm sure that the slave is hungry. The slave will have its' meal shortly. The slave should always remember to kneel, facing away from the world and rest its head upon the floor and presenting its buttocks for the universe to enjoy." Silently as he'd entered, the man simply turned and walked away; going up the stairs to the main part of the house.
It seemed an eternity before anyone came down the stairs, but eventually Master Troy showed up. I almost, ALMOST, forgot the words which the man had spoken earlier; and I quickly turned around and assumed the position which he said was required.
"I thought for a second that I'd been punishing you before you ate, but I'm happy to see that you took the words of our manservant to heart. You must always be attentive to the sounds of feet coming down the stairs so that no one will ever have to see you getting into your proper position. Your position should have already been taken prior to my feet coming in contact with the floor. Do you understand slave?"
"Master, yes Master" I replied, thankful that his voice was not filled with anger.
For the next thirty minutes, Master Troy stood outside my cell and instructed me on quite a number of the proper and appropriate slave positions which were to be followed without fail. Most of them, I feel, were designed to show a high degree of reverence towards a master or a free man. It also was to instill in me that I was, by all means, a lower class of human.
My ass was getting sore, as the butt plug seemed to twist and turn every time I assumed another new position. Master Troy informed me that I was on a demerit system starting as of last midnight. Each demerit was going to cause me pain and the more demerits I received during the day, would dictate which form of punishment would be handed out each night prior to being locked away in my cell. He pulled a small pad of paper from his back pocket and wrote down that I had earned five demerits for not being in the proper position when he first arrived.
I heard the pitter-patter of feet coming down the stairs and the barking told me that the dogs were coming. They ran up to Master Troy and bathed him with their undying affection. Both dogs looked quite similar, being something of a mixed breed; which to my untrained eye I had to assume that they were Mastiff and Great Dane. None the less, they were two of the largest dogs I'd ever seen.
Master Troy bent down and allowed the dogs to wet his face with their overly eager wet tongues. At least, thankfully, they seemed friendly.
I heard the voice of Master Jeb and quickly assumed the proper position, not wanting to acquire more demerits; but more importantly I wanted to show my Masters that I was going to learn, and obey them. I wasn't to the point of my brain being nothing more than mush, so I had no choice in following the rules here, just like a man has to follow the rules if he was in prison. The talked briefly as I heard the lock being removed from my cell door and both Masters entered and stood over my body. I was informed of what my 'normal' daily routine was to be, and I was also reminded that they didn't need to tell me anything to begin with. Master Jeb simply said, "We're telling you this now, so that perhaps your level of fear and anger will lessen. There is nothing worse than to have a rebellious slave on your hands, which makes it so much more painful for the slave and so time consuming for the slave's master."
Master Troy added, "But never think that I don't like handing out punishments to a slave. You are here to learn and learn you shall, if it takes every waking minute, I'll personally see to it that you become a compliant, caring and Master loving slave."
Okay, so I've got one Master who seems genuinely caring and the other more of a demonic sadist. I'd have to work around them both if I was to survive this.
They didn't bother to have me assume another position while they talked amongst themselves about the day's activities. I listened intently, only to discover that today was their day to host the bi-monthly 'tea party'. I wasn't at all sure what the fuck that was, but I had no doubt that I was to be involved with it in some way or another.
They spoke about many things, most of which I hadn't a clue; but I did learn that Kevin was expected over this morning, I was to begin a strict exercise program, I would be getting more natural sun exposure and I would be 'seen to'
by a Mr. Thomas. Everything sounded simple enough except for the 'seen to' bit; and all I could do was to accept it for what ever it was.
The one thing that stuck in my mind, was how these two Masters weren't like the men in camp. The men in camp seemed to thrive on doing their daily chores and then availing themselves with my body. My Masters seemed to be more along the lines of displaying patience, discipline and compliance with their rules. But, I knew that in time, as it progressed, I would be summoned to bring sexual pleasure to them; which if it meant sucking cock, I was up for that.
As the Masters left the cell, they called out for their pets to follow them, and that's when I heard one of them say; "it won't be long before the slave will follow us just like the dogs." They both laughed and the basement once again fell silent.
I quickly rolled onto the mat, as my knees on the bricks was excruciating. I had nothing to do except to meditate and look around, now that the light was left on and I was more amazed now than ever at the amount of fixtures which abound in the dungeon.
My solitude lasted less than a minute as another set of feet were coming down
the stairs; which left me nothing to do except to follow the rules here. The
voice I heard was the same as I'd heard first this morning; as he told me that my morning meal had arrived and that I was expected to eat all of it.
I turned to see a large clay bowl sitting on the floor. It was painted a dull
grey color and the closer I crawled over to it I saw that it had the name 'billyboy' written on it. I'd never seen the name written before, but I sure had heard it for years and years. All three of my brothers used to call me billyboy, every time they made fun of my geeky ways and appearance.
The only thing in the bowl looked like dog kibbles, soaking in water. I leaned down towards the bowl and the smell nearly gagged me. Surely they weren't feeding me pet food. It took quite a bit of fortitude for me to even sample the stuff; but I discovered that the smell was nothing like what the food tasted like. I began to take bigger and bigger bites and eventually I'd finished eating every bit of the food.
The cellar door sprung open and I noticed young Kevin coming in through the utility room. Instinctively I turned away from him and presented my anal plugged butt towards the door of my cell. I guess that they hadn't locked the outer door, aware that Kevin was coming over early.
"Damn it all!" Kevin shouted, "I wanted to get here in time to watch you eat."
There was absolutely nothing I could say; as I knew slaves don't speak.
"Looks like your ass is still plugged; but I'm guessing it ain't as nice as getting fucked. I called my friend last night and told him about you and he can't wait to come over later and see you for himself. I sometimes fuck my friend, but he always cries and begs me to stop... but I never do."
I honestly tried to pay attention to what he was saying, but my mind drifted back to the camp and the grocery store clerk. The whole night of abuse and disgusting humiliation that the kid had unleashed on me came rushing back. I vowed right then and there that I wouldn't let my feelings get involved with another misguided youth.
The kid came over and began manipulating my cock, spending more time with my foreskin than anything else. My dick began to harden and the kid began to slowly stroke the shaft with one hand, while his other hand was squeezing my nuts. Thankfully, voices and footsteps were heard coming down the stairs and the kid quickly retreated to the cell door; leaving me there with my cock totally engorged with blood and my butt plug acting like it wanted to fuck me all by itself.
The voices turned out to be Master Troy and Mr. Thomas. I was run through the
series of slave positions for the sole benefit of displaying my body to Mr. Thomas, and then with the slave prod in hand Master Troy had me crawl from my
cell into another area of his dungeon.
With young Kevin watching intently, I was ordered onto a flat table, more like a padded table that seemed a bit higher than what you or I would consider standard height for a dinning table. No sooner had I gotten onto my back then a series of overhead heads came on, flooding every square inch of my body; as if it were 'in the spotlight' so to speak. Mr. Thomas immediately began running his hands up and down my body, forgoing all contact with my family pride. "Rough here, rough here also", he commented as he continued very slowly examining my flesh. I wasn't even thinking as to what he was referring to, because I had my eyes closed trying to shield them from all of the bright lights.
Someone, I believe it was Master Troy, raised my legs and then I felt hands going in between my ass crack. "Not a good way to start off, but I'll manage just fine", Mr. Thomas said rather mundanely. After running his hands over my barren armpits, Mr. Thomas spoke to Master Troy; "It will need a complete makeover, so I'd better get started. Will you be staying to help?"
"I hadn't planned on it, but I can if you feel the need for me too", Master Troy replied. "However, if it is just another pair of hands you need, I'm sure that Kevin will be more than happy to assist you. I have a feeling he'd rather be doing this than having to give the dogs their baths this morning. But please do send him up to get us, before you finish, as I'm sure Jeb and myself will want to witness the slaves decoration installation."
"Very well then, what say you Kevin to bringing me my bag and a couple of those large bowls filled with hot water?"
"Yes Sir, right away. Thanks for letting me stay and help out." Kevin said in
the most appreciative tone of voice he could ever have mustered up.
"Well, you know where everything is, so if you need it just tell Kevin what you need and where to find it. Oh, and that new propane burner is over there in that unopened box. I didn't see the need to open it up before it was time to use it."
I watched as Master Troy turned to leave, and as Kevin came bouncing back over to table; Master Troy rubbed the boy's long hair and reminded him to behave and to be useful for Mr. Thomas and to do whatever Mr. Thomas asked of him.
Mr. Thomas left my side for just a few seconds and returned with what looked like one of those TV trays on legs; setting it down right next to the table. Kevin set the first bowl of water on it, handed Mr. Thomas his bag, which he'd requested, and then scampered off to get the second bowl of water.
I could have sworn that I was back in the mid 1900's, as I saw Mr. Thomas take a long leather strap out of his bag and clip it onto something under the table. He then proceeded to 'slap' his pearl handled straight razor up and down the entire length of the leather strap. I'd only seen such a thing once or twice while watching an old movie on TV.
"So Kevin, it is Kevin right?" Mr. Thomas asked; "I don't suppose you do all that much shaving just yet, but perhaps you'd like to help me get this thing all lathered up the good old fashion way and I can get him as smooth as your butt."
Kevin laughed, as apparently he thought it was funny to compare my body to his butt. "Yes sir I'd like that a lot."
"Before we get started, we need to be able to keep this thing from moving around or worse yet; try to escape and run off." Mr. Thomas, amplifying his voice at the word 'escape'. I had just turned my head to one side, to avoid the bright lights and to perhaps see something, anything, that would allow me to know what was about to happen. The first thing I saw was that Mr. Thomas was removing his shirt, revealing his massive upper body, hairless, with a small gold ring in his right nipple. His arms looked like they were telephone poles. I couldn't help but to think this man does a lot of physical exercises; not to mention that for a guy that appeared to be near forty, looked fucking awesome. Not that I'd ever looked at a man in a wanting, sexual way; but sometimes men do see men in different ways, sort of like my brother Ryan with his meticulous ways and looks, always on the lookout for someone to fuck who is just a little older than himself.
At the sound of metal on metal, I rolled my eyes to see Mr. Thomas pulling an
iron cuff and chain close to my foot. He made quick work of snapping it closed and then he did the same thing with my other foot. Apparently he had handed Kevin one of the chains, as he grasped the other one and in unison, under Mr. Thomas's instruction, my feet rose off the table and began to spread out; leaving them high and aching from being stretched like some sort of ballet dancer.
My eyes followed, as he came and repeated the same process on both of my arms; after which he ran a wide leather strap across my hip bone and left me otherwise total immobile.
"See there Kevin, this is a good if not excellent way in which to have a slave laid out for just about anything one wishes to do with it. In our case we are first going to have to get his stubble off; but considering what its been through and how it was originally shaved I can't complain."
Kevin was told to get a clean cloth from Mr. Thomas's bag and start to wet my
skin; from my toes down to just above my knees. After Kevin had finished with my right leg, he was shown the proper way to lather my body, using an old fashion hog bristle shaving brush and a cake of shaving soap. I watched, as the kid did everything exactly as he had been instructed and before long my leg looked like a snow covered mountain slope. Mr. Thomas took hold of one toe at a time and shaved off the little patches of hair that men get right behind the toenail. From there the rest of the soap and stubble came off quicker than I could say 'holy shit'. Mr. Thomas complimented himself on his own work and was even quicker to point out to Kevin that I was 'lucky' to have a naturally smooth butt. "We'll save its pucker hole for later, when we do the rest of his slave things." Mr. Thomas said, as he watched Kevin lather up my remaining leg. "Were did you learn to shave guys like this?' Kevin asked
"I've been shaving men and slaves for longer than you've been breathing. There is an exclusive club in D.C. where masters go for a drink or two and they some times bring there little slave pussy with them for a good shave. I make a decent living doing it on a part time basis, which helps supplement my regular work", Mr. Thomas responded.
"Regular work? What is it that you do for 'regular work'?"
"I work down south a ways, at the state prison. Yep, been working there for almost twenty years now. That's where I met Troy, he's been working there for almost nine years now, I think."
The voices fell silent as Kevin watched my other leg get scraped by the razor. It wasn't long and they had my arms done and were working on shaving my head when I heard voices coming up from behind.
"I guess we can't punish the slave for not kneeling when we came in", laughed
Master Troy. He moved down to my waist, running his hand up and down my leg; and he didn't forgo the opportunity to move in a grab a hold of my dick and balls.
"Old Kevin here is a quick learner. I'm thinking of letting him shave some in
just a bit. Might be interesting to see how he handles a straight razor while he' shaving the slave's cock", Mr. Thomas quipped in a humorous voice.
I closed my eyes as Kevin lathered up the stubbles where my eyebrows used to be and continued swirling the brush all over my face and neck. Once all of that work had been completed, Kevin was asked to use the remaining clean water to rinse off what had been shaved; leaving me with a tingling sensation.
I had been watching Master Troy so intently that I never noticed that there was another man standing on the opposite side. He was about the same age as Master Troy, but his body features were no where near as prominent as those of Master Troy.
Kevin made quick work of refilling the two bowls with clean hot water, as the
three men stood over me and discussed my decorations. I wasn't happy with what I was hearing, but there was absolutely nothing I could do or say at this point. It was brief, but I did hear one thing that was most disturbing, which Master Troy spoke of.
"We can't forget that Ry... I mean our guests this evening desire the slave to lose his foreskin; and I know it will be hurtful, to cut him and pierce him all on the same day, but it won't cause any damage, except for the pain and suffering."
Mr. Thomas responded by saying that he was prepared for the situation and that he was aware that I'd been threatened with it, while I was held captive in Maine. "Shouldn't come as a big surprise to it. Let's face facts here! It doesn't own anything anymore, not even his own body; so whatever needs to be done to it, let's do it and enjoy the moment."
Upon hearing that, the stranger reached in and took hold of my foreskin and began playing with it, like some kind of fucking toy. I had no control of myself, and could only lay there, humiliated once more, as my cock began to stiffen.
"Not sure whether it likes me playing with this cock, or whether it's excited
about having the boy shaving his dick and balls", came the few words from the stranger.
"Just think, in ninety days the new 'National Debt Reduction Bill' becomes law and slaves like this will be legal and start showing up all over the fucking place", Master Troy started to say; "and I'm sure that a lot of the guys that are already in prison will opt out for the chance to enslave themselves rather than be locked up all day. Come the first of the year, judges can sentence guilty men and women to involuntary enslavement and juveniles will be subject to many of the same laws. Sure will curtail the illegals from coming over our borders and taking work away from hard working folks."
"You mean," Kevin spoke out, "if I screw up ninety days from now I could find
myself being a slave to somebody?"
Everyone laughed out loud. "Sure thing Kevin, but your dad can't be your master; so if you fuck up... maybe I'll buy your enslavement contract and treat you just like this slave right here." Master Troy said, followed again by an uproar of laughter.
"And I bet your dad wouldn't mind seeing you working your naked ass off either. He's been telling me that he suspects you and your friend are already breaking the law by having sex."
"Sucking dick isn't the same as having sex!" Shouted Kevin.
"Oh yes it is!" replied Mr. Thomas. "But enough talk about enslavement for now; you've got a cock and balls to shave."
Everyone could see that Kevin had broken out in a profuse sweat; and Mr. Thomas told him to remove his shirt, which Kevin readily agreed to do.
Everyone watched in silence as Mr. Thomas put his hand over Kevin's; guiding it very carefully down my shaft and around its' base. I could feel the razor now more than ever; but I assumed it was simply due to it losing some of the sharpness. I listened as Mr. Thomas told Kevin all about the many blood vessels in my scrotum, as the blade scrapped away the stubble.
"Gee, thanks Mr. Thomas that was great!" Kevin shouted with glee.
"You're more than welcome Kevin. I'd let you shave its ass but that part of it is really sensitive and I'd be afraid that you might just nick it. Besides, by the looks of your shorts, you've had enough excitement for now." The adult males once again broke into laughter at seeing Kevin's shorts tented. I'm sure that Kevin was embarrassed.
"Damn! You guys already got his ass sucking on grease sticks", proclaimed Mr.
Thomas, as he withdrew my butt plug.
The feeling that overcame me, left me wanting. The little bit of air that escaped and grease that dripped from my ass was just a small reminder that not even my ass belonged to me anymore.
In the blink of an eye, my pucker was stripped of any remnants of human hair.
Mr. Thomas told Kevin that he could lather up and shave my chest; as it was the last remaining part of my body that hadn't been done. Kevin ran off to refill the bowls again and quickly lathered up my chest. Mr. Thomas didn't hold Kevin's hand this time, but he was standing right next to him with his own hand close by. "Now when you shave around a slave's tit, it is always best to take hold of the nipple and pull it straight up and that way you can shave down and away from the tip of it", Mr. Thomas instructed Kevin. Mr. Thomas may not have been nervous, but I sure as hell was. Kevin pinched my nipples so hard that my chest tried to turn away from his hand, but Master Troy was quick with his words of admonishment towards my unwarranted actions.
After I'd been wiped off with warm clean water, Mr. Thomas handed Kevin a bottle filled with what he called an astringent; and told Kevin to apply it to my body from the next down, stressing on the 'whole' body. The shit stung like a swarm of bees at first but it soon became bearable except for when Kevin wasn't so careful when he wiped it across my balls and cock. I remembered that I was nothing more than a slave to these men, but I couldn't help reacting to the stinging sensation. Master Troy pulled out his little note pad and made himself a reminder about my misbehavior.
One would assume that the notation, which Master Troy made, was going to require me to suffer later on tonight; but what happened next was beyond imagination. Master Troy grabbed the bottle of liquid from Kevin and poured some onto my butt plug and shoved it right back inside of me. I instantly thrashed around like a fish out of water as the chains rattled from the ceiling as my vocal cords strained to find even more words to plead for mercy.
It seemed that not a soul was laughing now, as I slowly began to regain my composure. Tears were running rampant down my face, as I struggled to get control of my breathing. Kevin stood silent; totally amazed at the pain he'd just caused me to endure.
"Young man, you've done an excellent job today", words which were spoken quietly by Mr. Thomas. "Perhaps in a couple of years, if you are not a slave by then, I'll hire you to assist me inside the club on weekends." "I agree", Master Troy broke in saying, "He has always worked well for us and
did I mention that he is the one responsible for working his butt off getting our dungeon all clean and spruced up while we were bring the slave back."
"Thanks a bunch sir", I've always tried to do as I'm told which usually results with me working harder than I had expected. But cleaning up your dungeon room was a lot of fun, even if I don't know what any of this stuff is."
I continued moving my head from right to left, trying to observe everything I
possibly could. The next thing I know is that Master Jeb is bouncing down the stairs saying, "What in the hell was all that yelling and screaming a minute ago?"
It only took him a second to inhale the odor of the liquid used on my body to
understand, but was truly astonished that his brother had used it on my butt
plug. I could see him standing next to Kevin as it was explained to him how Kevin had helped with the shaving experience. "I looks like the lad is still excited over what he's accomplished", commented Master Jeb as he was looking down at Kevin's boned shorts.
"Quite so", replied Mr. Thomas and Master Troy at the same time.
"I see that even his shorts are soaking wet from all the water and perspiration. Perhaps we should get Henry to wash and dry them before the lad goes home." Master Jeb said in a rather subdued voice.
"True, very true", said Mr. Thomas. "Kevin why don't you just slip out of your shorts and then Henry can get them all nice and clean for you."
Kevin just stood there like he had just turned to stone. "I'd better go and empty these bowls before they accidentally get knocked over." Kevin said in a squeaky voice.
No one said another word to him, as he quickly picked up the large bowls and hurried them over to the laundry tub in the other part of the basement. All four men watched him from behind and I'm almost positive that each of them wouldn't mind seeing Kevin without shorts.
By the time Kevin returned, Mr. Thomas was setting up the new propane burner on the small table. Master Jeb was running his hands between my outstretched legs and thumping the base of my butt plug; sending erotic signals to my prostate gland.
As for me, I personally was glad that since my arrival I'd not been fucked or
made to suck cock; but the minor humiliation of being bound like this in front of new people was something that I just had to deal with as part of my new
life.
Kevin stood next to Master Troy, apparently feeling more secure next to him; as Master Jeb and the other man began playing with my nipples and running their fingers over my lips in a rather sensual way. Once more, Mr. Thomas suggested that Kevin remove his shorts and this time was backed up by Master Troy, who in a rather harsh voice said to the kid; "You've been working for us after school and weekends for two years. What makes you think that it is wrong to remove your shorts so they can be cleaned? You've seen the two of us in our underwear before and we didn't go around making a big deal about it. It's no different than when you're over here mowing the lawn and we're out in the pool in our Speedos, is it. You are a man after all, aren't you?"
Master Troy placed one hand on Kevin's shoulder, as if to say 'you can't escape'; and within seconds the boy began to slide his shorts down. It instantly became clear as to why the kid didn't want to take his shorts off. He wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock sprung up towards his belly and everyone seemed amazed that he didn't try to cover his erection with his hands.
Mr. Thomas stopped what he was doing and simply said, "Fine looking bush you're growing there Kevin; every consider shaving it off." Kevin's face turned beet red and even I felt a twinge of sympathy for what he was going through.
"I don't think he has", commented Master Jeb; "as a matter of fact, the last time I spoke with his father, I'm told that Kevin here doesn't even want to get his hair cut until school starts up in the fall. He won't even cut it now for the summer because of him going to summer school; but his dad thinks it is because of a certain 'boy' that Kevin seems to fancy."
"That's not true!" shouted Kevin. My dad doesn't know as much as he thinks he
does. I can cut my hair anytime I want to. I just like my long hair and my friend doesn't care one way or the other if my hair is long, short or shaved off."
Again the men seemed to pay little attention to Kevin's quick and short outburst. Mr. Thomas was messing around with something in his leather bag and nobody was saying much of anything; as I continued to move my head back and forth trying to see what was happening.
I heard a little noise coming from the area of the small table as Mr. Thomas said 'it will take some time for the metal to liquefy'.
"Excellent" said Master Troy. "That will give the slave time enough to thank Kevin for making him look so pretty."
Kevin turned to face Master Troy, looking at him with a puzzled expression on
his face.
"Kevin, since you helped make the slave nice and smooth and you even applied the astringent, it only seems fitting that the slave thank you. I'm sure that we adults could leave you alone with the slave for a few minutes so that the slave might take care of your erection." "REALLY! Kevin shouted. "Shit that's awesome. You mean I can make him suck my
dick?"
Master Troy responded to the question by saying, "Certainly Kevin, but there is only one stipulation before we leave you alone with him. And that one stipulation is that you allow Mr. Thomas to cut your hair."
The idea of getting a blowjob from the very first slave he'd ever seen or touched overrode any and all reasoning for keeping his hair long. "Sure, for a blowjob, I'll get my hair cut."
Kevin was quickly grabbed by the two Masters and pushed backwards very carefully, until he was standing between two dangling iron cuffs. Kevin's eyes nearly popped out of his head for a moment, until he was assured by Master Jeb that he wasn't going to be harmed. Well, needless to say, Kevin ended up with his legs spread out and cuffed as well; leaving him with only his mouth for defense.
Kevin seemed to focus his eyes directly onto me, as if he wanted me (of all people) to come to his rescue. Mr. Thomas approached Kevin with a battery operated hair clipper and taunted him by turning it on and off repeatedly.
"It was nice to hear you generalize the 'hair cut'. Such a strong and healthy
young man like this needs to show off his body instead of hide it under a blanket of hair", Mr. Thomas said.
Even I got the message on that one, but I'm not sure poor Kevin did; as the clippers came to life making quick work of giving the kid an instant crew cut.
"Now your dad won't rag on you about your long hair Kevin" said Mr. Thomas; "but since you've got a long time before school starts why not just shave off all of the stubbly shit and be done with it. Certainly your hair will grow back nicely by September."
Kevin was speechless, as the other man had located a small mirror and held it up for Kevin to see his haircut. "Thanks Mike", I'd forgotten that we even had that old mirror still down here; but since you used to spend hours and days down here yourself, I should have known that you'd find it again" Master Jeb said to his friend.
Apparently Kevin was smiling at what he was looking at. "See, you really look
better with short or no hair, compared to that fucking mop you used to have Kevin" Mr. Thomas said in a polite and courteous way.
"Yes sir, I think you are so right. I do look better. I guess I was just so scared to get it cut off before, but now I really do like it. Maybe I'll shave it off tomorrow and see what my friend says about it. If he can shave his nuts, I can shave my head."
There certainly had to be a tremendous amount of trust that had built up over
the couple of years; as I couldn't believe my eyes or ears when all the haircutting took place. But, then again, I'm so gullible and naïve at times that I'd have bought property in a swamp when I was Kevin's age. I could sense that more was coming but my own situation caused me to divert all of my attention back to Mr. Thomas who, currently, was lowering my legs.
My legs now ached a bit, as they lay flat on the table, still cuffed and chained. My right leg was bent at the knee and some sort of laminated surface was placed underneath my foot. As Mr. Thomas started searching through his bag, the two Masters kept me diverted by massaging my legs; while the guy, Mike, was sweeping up Kevin's hair off of the floor.
A simple click sound and the cuff was pulled off of my ankle. Master Jeb rubbed my ankle vigorously, although the circulatory system was working fine; but I didn't mind one bit; as the attention seemed to direct my thoughts away from my surroundings. I did, however, notice that Kevin was still boned up and even swaying slowing in his bindings as his eyes were glued to whatever Mr. Thomas was about to do.
Mr. Thomas put a new cuff around my ankle; but this one was not attached to anything, and it was at least an inch taller than the first one. It seemed to be a lot smoother against my skin as well; as I focused my attention on what he began saying to the other men in the dungeon. "This cuff is the latest and is expected to be the standard cuff when the new legislation takes effect. As you can see, the edges are beveled smooth and the inside has been honed to a mirror finish which is supposed to keep the skin from chaffing. You'll notice that the cuff has thicker and larger rings, two instead of the usual one. Now you'll also notice that they don't use locks anymore; but as you can see that once the two halves are in place, they come to form what is known as a barrel and this barrel is filled with hot lead; which, once it has cooled, it forms a nearly indestructible lock. The only way to remove the lead is to drill it out, so unless you aren't planning on keeping a slave for a lengthy period, I'd recommend not using this newer version."
I didn't have a very clear view of the new cuff, but I did see Mr. Thomas reach down and retrieved what looked like some kind of metal soup ladle. He put a small funnel into the top of the barrel and began to pour the hot liquid. "The good thing about this is that if you're careful; you won't cause any harm to the flesh. It is much better than what is used in other countries, where they use hot rivets.
By the time the other cuff was put in place on my other ankle, the first cuff
was cool enough to attach the chain to it. After removing my leather mitts, my wrists were done in the identical manner and I began to feel nauseated in my stomach; knowing that my chances towards returning to 'normal' were fading
fast.
Mike came forward and looked at my toes and hands and very girly like, said that I needed my nails trimmed. By the way he was acting I knew that he had to be the 'fem' in the group. I'd learned that much from Ryan several years ago, but hadn't really experienced such. Not that I'm against what I used to call 'queenie' or 'swishy' gays; but I'd never, up till now, been 'exposed' to one. No one responded to Mike's comments and I can only suppose that they felt such attention wasn't warranted.
Once my mitts were back in place, all of my limbs were once again stretched out; which was something that I had hoped would have ended by now. "I don't see the need to collar the slave at this time, as from my understanding, there may be some kind of 'ceremonial' collaring during the 'tea party' this evening", Mr. Thomas said, as Master Jeb was pulling his cellphone from his pant pocket. Mr. Thomas went to work putting away the propane burner and the few items that he'd taken from his bag; as Master Jeb took a number of steps away from me and used the speed dial function on his phone.
As I lay there soaking up the only thing that I could see (Kevin), I was able to hear most of the conversation; and I'm sure that at least one other person could as well. "Mr. Monroe, good morning. This is Jeb from up the road. Yes, just fine thanks. Oh no, Kevin is never a problem; he's always keeping busy and is a pleasure to have around. The reason I'm calling, is... well... do you recall that conversation that we had a few weeks back about Kevin's hair? Well, I just thought I'd call you and let you know that he finally got it cut. Yes indeed. One of our friends is here visiting, and being a hair stylist, he said something to Kevin about his long hair and Kevin decided to get it cut. Yes, for real, not a lie. No, shorter than that. To be honest Mr. Monroe, Kevin had his hair cut down to military length. Oh, I'm happy to hear that you approve. Well, he's talking about getting it shaved off and well, I told him that I'd have to speak to you first. Yes, he can do that to, he does many head shaves during the summer. Okay then, I'll relay the message. Who? He did? Well if he wants, just have him come on up; I'm sure that Kevin forgot due to all of the work he's been doing around here the last week or so. Perhaps if it warms up a bit more the two can utilize the pool. No problem, we'd be pleased to help you out. Okay, bye."
As Master Jeb started walking towards Kevin, poor Kevin's eyes seemed glued to Master Jeb. I denoted a slight amount of water forming in his eyes. I think
Kevin just got himself into a situation that he can't get himself out of.
"Kevin, did you forget something? Did you forget that your friend and you were to spend the day together? Apparently his dad left him off at your house and you weren't there. BUT, not to worry; he is walking up here to spend the day with you. I'm sure you heard the conversation I had with your dad, and you can't deny that I told nothing but the truth. His EXACT words were, "shave it off, I don't care if he shaves it all off; better than looking at that 'scruffy' stuff he calls hair." So now you don't have to worry about facing your father for the first time when he sees you bare headed. And, you dad is going out this afternoon and he also has plans for this evening, so I offered to make sure you that you and your friend were not getting yourselves into trouble and that we'd make sure that you ate."
Kevin's mouth was dropping and I'm sure that he was becoming a bit more frightful; knowing that his suck buddy was on his way up the road.
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