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North Country Chapter Twelve
The sweat was pouring off of Kevin's body like a river. I could see the look of horror and disbelief in his eyes; thinking that his friend might see him all trussed up like a common criminal. Fortunately, for Kevin, that none of the adults were that cruel or demeaning towards him.
Kevin's binding were quickly removed, and the redness in his face began to subside. As he went to grab his shorts, Henry came in and picked them, along with the sweat soaked tee shirt up off the floor. Henry remained silent as he moved towards the washing machine out in the other room. Master Troy, mercifully, told Kevin where he could find a towel, with which to cover himself up.
Minutes later, Henry returned to announce that 'there's a young man here to see Kevin'. He went up the stairs, only to come back with a seventeen year old male close behind. If anyone was, or should be embarrassed, it was me; but once again my list of such humiliation was far to long now to even begin to stir that emotion.
Kevin was half way standing behind Master Jeb when the young man came into the room. I sure that he didn't even notice Kevin's cut hair right away; as he seemed transfixed on seeing an adult chained up and spread, out like someone gutting a deer.
Master Troy was quick to acquaint the youth with the other men in the room, and to give him a brief explanation as to why there was a man laying like I was on the table. The boy's name was Ray, and he seemed to be thrilled at being included in Kevin's strange mix of adult friends. It was only after Ray moved his gaze from me, that he noticed Kevin standing there in a towel; but was more excited to notice that Kevin's head hair had been buzzed off.
After rubbing his hand over Kevin's stubbly head, Ray just had to inquire as to the reasoning behind the towel. "So what's with the towel Kev? You been having sex with these guys or what? You know that I've told you a thousand times that you are not even allowed to touch your own cock, unless I give you permission!"
Instantly, there was a sea of white teeth showing on all of the adults. Kevin's friend had just confirmed what they had already suspected. Kevin was a submissive teenage boy, who answered to his life long friend for just about everything.
Before Kevin could get a word in, Master Troy explained that there had been no sex and he went on to further explain the reason for Kevin to be wrapped in a towel. Master Jeb followed up with his interpretive explanation of Kevin's hair cut and the phone conversation that he just had with Kevin's dad; all of which Ray seemed to accept.
As Ray stepped forward, towards Kevin, he extended his hand and yanked the towel away saying, "if you can expose yourself to men, then you sure as hell can expose yourself to me the same way." Kevin stood there, wanting instinctively to cover his cock and balls with his hands; but Ray was quick to tell him not to bother. Moments later, Kevin's cock began to rise and everyone, including myself, couldn't help but to notice it.
There was a short discussion about Kevin's stubbles and Ray suggested that his 'suck buddy' shave the stubbles off. "And maybe, just maybe we shouldn't stop with just his head. By the looks of Kev's cock, I think he's trying to tell us to clip his boy hair too; and we may was well shave it too, if we're going to clip it."
The strong ceiling lights allowed everyone to notice that Kevin's eyes were beginning to show signs of tearing up; so Master Troy quickly changed the subject, suggesting that the two of them probably needed time to talk alone. Mike suggested that the two boys go upstairs and get themselves a cold soda and head out to the pool; which seemed agreeable to the two 'lovers'.
With the teens out of the way, everyone's attention reverted back to the naked slave, ME! Mr. Thomas suggested that they get busy with 'ringing'; and that's when the men began to talk up a storm.
"So you are planning the cutting and cockhead ring to be done at the 'tea party'; but we can do the rest of them now?" asked Master Jeb.
"You have his cock ring, right?" added Master Troy.
"I can't wait to see him squirm and scream." Added Mike
Without responding to their questions and remarks, Mr. Thomas set his bag down on the table between my legs. He pulled out a paper sheet and draped it over my torso. He lifted up the sheet just over each of my nipples and sliced a small hole in the sheet; leaving my tits exposed above the sheet.
Two small bottles were placed on the sheet, along with several shiny rings, which looked to big to be used for body piercing. Then he removed a large ring
from his bag and began pushing my balls through it. After he had pulled my nuts through the ring, he began shoving my cock through; using my foreskin as the place he chose to grip. It didn't take any more than a minute for Mr. Thomas to complete this part and I could feel my cock begin to stir. I wasn't in any position to see down my body, so I could only rely on what my body was feeling.
"Damn, that is one wide cock ring", exclaimed Master Jeb
"I'm sure the boy will acquire the needed fortitude to endure the results" replied Mr. Thomas. "At least, when he walks upright, if he ever does, his nuts
won't get in the way of his thighs."
"He must really like the feel of the steel on his balls. His slave dick is getting stiffer every second", Master Troy laughingly said to the group. Even if I was blind, I too could tell that my cock was rising well above my own body; while my nuts felt like they were going to explode.
"Well I'm sure that he'll get his nuts stretched out nicely, just like Mike did when he first submitted to his new life as my personal slave", Mr. Thomas said without as much an expression in his voice. This comment told me two things. Number One... They had more plans for me and Number Two... This Mike character was partnered with Mr. Thomas. Partnered, might just not be the proper word to use, but for me... the two were an item, of sorts.
I felt a cold liquid being applied to each of my nipples, and then the smell of alcohol filled my sense of smell. My eyes then caught a quick glimpse of some brown liquid being squirted onto a cotton ball, just before Mr. Thomas began swabbing my nipples with it.
"It seems the boy is deemed to wear these two nipple rings. I, myself, would have preferred thicker ones, but I'm just installing what is asked for. At least they aren't to small and I'm sure the extra weight of this steel bead will be a constant reminder to it, that even the tits no longer belong to it. In no time at all, its tits will hand like a sow's teats." Mr. Thomas said rather sullenly. I just increased Mike's to a double 0 gage and they look quite nice. So our friends Mikey, just how much better you look. Just slip out of your tank top and stay bare chest for the remainder of the day."
I turned my head to see Mike's larger nipple rings, but the bright lights prevented me from seeing them; but the comments made by the two Masters, indeed verified the new rings as a 'pair of the thickest and biggest' they've ever seen.
"I guess we better get started on these rings if we plan on allowing ourselves enough time to do other things", Mr. Thomas said rather abruptly, and then calling Mike over to assist him.
"I really don't see the need to silence it; so I'll start on the right one." Mr. Thomas alerted the two Masters. "Since its to have a deep piercing, Mike will hold the one clamp out away from the body while my clamp will function as the target area."
The instant Mike squeezed my right nipple, I let out a 'ouch'; and that brought out a smile from Mike, evil as it appeared and a couple of "easy boy, easy" from Mr. Thomas. It was easy enough to feel Mike pulling my nipple away from my chest, as the second clamp was roughly clamped shut behind it. I began to thrash around from the initial pain and the two Masters quickly grabbed a leg to maintain a constant downward pressure on my body.
"I should have added a chest strap before we started, but I didn't think this it was going to be such a pussy about it." Mr. Thomas said, apparently upset that I was rebelling against his nipple piercing process. "I'm going to fucking enjoy running this large needle into his tit. It is so much better to do thick piercings compared to those tiny needles most of the girly boys want done at the club."
I didn't see the needle coming, but I sure as hell felt it as it torn through my skin, allowing a small trickle of blood to pool on top of the paper sheet. When he held up the ring which he planned on putting in my nipple, I about fucking died. I was still mumbling to myself, cheeks wet with my own tears, as he used the steel ring to push the needle out the other side. I had no idea that Masters Jeb and Troy had their hands over their mouths, muffling their laughter, nor did I realize that my chest was still heaving, sucking in air so fast that I was becoming light headed. It took a bit before the sensation of pain subsided in my nipple; but seeing the size of the steel bead that would complete the installation could only mean more discomfort every time the nipple ring would move.
Unfamiliar to body piercing as I was, I tensed up, as the second nipple felt the sharp prick of the needle. I was holding my breath as my flesh was opened up, allowing the needle to finally exit. The brief flash of heat followed by the pain was almost overwhelming. This time I could even feel the rivulets of blood pour out of my ravaged nipple. I realized after a moment or two that I wasn't breathing and quickly started to inhale; which thankfully seemed to somehow reduce the throbbing in my nipple. However, I was astutely aware of the intense situation when Mike removed his clamp from the tip of the nipple; allowing the blood to return as I'm positive that you could feel my pulse beating wildly.
Again, Mr. Thomas began to push the large needle out the other side using the
mammoth ring as leverage. Once done, he slowly, with a great deal of manipulations; used a weird looking tool to put into place the two large steel beads, forever committing my nipples to a life of stretching, and abuse.
"I've heard nothing about a nose ring for it, but I'm okay with installing one now; or we can wait and do it when the ceremonial cutting takes place. I'm sure that it will not only look better but the ring will also ensure a more docile slave", commented Mr. Thomas. "There is no better sound, than that of nose cartilage cracking under the pressure of the nasal punch."
"Well, that is so true; but we do have the slave's ears to do yet. It will make controlling it's head so much easier once the piercings have healed. There's nothing better than to have a head with large ear rings on it so a 'real' man has something nice to hold onto while his own cock is being praised and worshiped with a slaves mouth and tongue", Master Troy added to the conversation.
All eyes seemed to go toward Mike, who, from where I was laying didn't have a
nose ring, or ear rings. "Maybe for our afternoon entertainment, Mikey here will submit to having a few piercings added; since he only has two, a few more might just make him a little bit more subservient", added Master Jeb.
I couldn't help but to wonder which or where Mike had his piercings; but one thing was almost a certainty, his cock had to have been pierced. It wasn't much longer before Mr. Thomas was busy with my ears, and once again I became concerned that I was becoming more freakish than ever imagined; but I had to console myself with the knowledge that some day, some how, I'd be just a normal
guy again.
My ears now matched my nipple rings and while I was still laying flat on the table; my new ear rings felt like they weighed a ton. I could only imagine what my nipples were going to feel like once I was let up off of the table. Nothing in my life had ever hurt so much as the rings in my nipples; but listening to and processing all of the conversations, I was aware now that the worst was yet to come.
"Perhaps we should go upstairs or outside and leave it to meditate on how to properly please a master", Master Jeb interjected. "We really shouldn't be leaving the two boys alone for to long least they find ways of enjoying one another's company."
"Good suggestion Jeb", replied Mr. Thomas; "I could go for a cold drink about
now, and I'm sure that Mikey would enjoy a refreshing bowl of water. He's been fortunate that I've allowed him his 'free speech' day today. Normally, I'd have him silent and totally naked; which perhaps for the 'tea party' I'll have changed my mind. My boy and this thing might make for an interesting party. We've not had a wild party in quite some time and if you include the two outside, well what can I say. I guess I just might have to make sure that my razor is extra sharp, might just be having more to do, but I'm not one to complain."
As the men left, some of the lights went black; while others seemed to glow softly. At least now I could keep my eyes open and not have that blinding light right in my face. In the solitude of the dungeon I was beginning to process the events of the day; which weren't hard to think about, as the pain in my nipples remained a constant reminder that they were already deformed.
I tried to divert the attention from my body, back to the dungeon; as I moved my head from side to side, even craning my neck to see down my body. My cock was sticking up in the air and it was easy to see my, low hangers, now bunched up underneath my dick. The ring they referred to as a cock ring, was about an inch wide and appeared to be quite thick. I was still amazed at the amount of equipment in the dungeon and could only imagine the uses for it. I looked over at the cuffs and chains which had held Kevin immobile earlier and for a moment I could see myself in the same situation. The thought of me hanging there, exposed, seemed to send a surge of blood into my cock. I had to admit to myself that seeing Kevin exposed, was a bit of a rush for me. If I could have such a feeling, then I knew that the men probably had a more domineering feeling. I suppose that I'd equated Kevin to the mayor's boy which brought back thoughts of his cock in my mouth along with the sweet taste and smell of youthful cum.
I tried for some time to imagine what everyone was doing upstairs, but my mind wanted to play games with me. I struggled with thoughts of the two who'd been taken away from the camp; wondering if indeed Vince was now a castrated slave and if the teen from the grocery store had been given as a birthday present already. I recounted my futile attempt at escape, and savored the memories of the sex with some of the men. The more I thought about sucking their cocks and feeling them unload their sperm in my ass; my own cock was straining against the confines of the cock ring. It hurt so bad, it almost felt good. I couldn't figure out why I was even thinking this way, when my eyes caught a glimmer of a tiny red light flashing up in the ceiling. Two more flashing red lights in different parts of the dungeon caused me to realize that the same kind of red lights were all over the place where I used to work. They just had to be part of a closed circuit monitoring system.
Henry appeared next to me, which startled me quite a bit. He stood there gazing at my body and seemed to be in a different world. It didn't make me nervous, but with him standing there just staring the way he was, seemingly in a zombie state of mind; I couldn't help but to wonder what he was thinking.
The next thing I know, Henry is between my outstretched legs rubbing my hairless scrotum; mumbling something to himself which I couldn't understand. I watched with concern as Henry lowered his mouth to my cock and began kissing the tip. My cock twitched backwards each time he kissed it, and I could feel my nuts trying to draw up and away from the confines of the cock ring; which was probably a natural response to sexual arousal. "I'm going to miss seeing your foreskin slave", Henry said rather sadly. "I've had to see many cocks lose their skin and it saddens me so. But at least for now, you get to keep these (rubbing my balls); which is something that I can say are quite nice as well. I don't have mine anymore, and it is times such as this that I seem to miss them."
Back up a minute here! Henry is kissing my cock head and at the same time telling me that he doesn't have any nuts? Please don't tell me that he allowed them to be removed. Maybe he was in an accident and lost them. Maybe they were diseased and had to be removed. None of these men would have taken Henry's nuts just for the sake of having a eunuch houseboy around?
Henry left as stealthily as he'd arrived; leaving me once again to ponder the
upcoming party. I wasn't so much thinking about the party as I was about my own family. At times like these is when I'd wished I had spent more time with my parents and brothers instead of burying myself into my work. They all knew of my vacation plans and that I'd be away from my place for just under three weeks; which meant that nobody, except Ryan, had any clue as to my situation. Dwelling on my younger brother, I began to see the possibilities that kept us aloof of each others life. Not that I consider myself mean spirited, but I can see where Ryan would think that I didn't care much for his lifestyle; even though I knew it wasn't a choice which he could have made. Discounting every single one of his invitations to hang with him and to meet his circle of friends, was surely something that apparently he held against me; although he made a tireless effort to accept my invitations for dinner or simply to watch a sport on the television. We never talked much about his life or his friends, and for all I knew, he was having a well rounded life. I never once heard him mention if he had a boyfriend or a lover. As good looking as he is, it now seems odd that he never broached the subject during our get together. Ryan is a hard working man, who never seemed to desire the 'finer' things in life like I do. If he had a roof over his head and food on the table, Ryan was a happy camper. Hell, I don't think he's ever purchased a new vehicle in his life. The last time I saw him drive, he was behind the wheel of an old Chevy.
Henry came back, with a plastic sports bottle in his hand and told me that I was to consume the liquid within. He placed the straw to my mouth and I drank it all down; without any thought or question as to what it was that I was drinking. All I know is that it was cold and tasted like a zesty, sour grapefruit. Henry smiled as I removed my lips from the straw. "Good boy, good boy; soon you'll be having cramps in your stomach, but you must wait until you are released from your bindings before you are permitted to evacuate your bowels."
Within fifteen minutes my gut was in turmoil and I could actually feel my bowels begin to flex. When the lights came back on, everyone could see the degree of distress I was in; but that only brought about a series of belly laughs and snide remarks. Master Jeb began to quickly lower my arms and legs back down onto the table; as Mike and Master Troy eased me ever so slowly down to the floor.
I was told to use the toilet in the far corner of the room, which meant that I had to crawl over the rough bricks which wasn't as simple as one might think. Master Troy was waiting on me when I got there and he had me back in, over the toilet, raise myself up just enough so that I wouldn't splatter the entire area. He then told me to reach either between my legs or reach around and remove my butt plug. It was as if a dam had broken, the second the plug was out. Master Troy commanded control of the flushing mechanism which he had to activate at least three times; for which I, and all the others were gratefully appreciative. I wasn't aware, until Master Troy used it; but he used a small hose to rinse off my ass; and then he allowed me to say firm until the water had dripped completely off my butt.
I thought the degradation of shitting in front of everyone was over; but Master Troy had one last thing for me to do before I was allowed to move. The butt plug that had been up my ass, was now in my mouth; which Master Troy expected me to clean it properly before releasing it from between my lips.
After the plug was back inside my ass, I was taken, not back to the table; but I had to follow the males up the outside stairs into the bright sunlight. The more my guts settled down, the more I began to notice the intense discomfort of my recent piercings. I hated to admit to myself, that Mr. Thomas had been right all along and that I would always know that the rings were on my body.
The grass was a gift on my knees, as it was cool and rather soft; compared to
the brick floor and the concrete steps. I heard car motors coming and going and I wasn't at first, at all sure if they could see my nakedness from the road, but I realized that there was at least one male figure behind me; shielding my exposure from the road. There was a hedge around the sides and back of the property which seemed to be more than six feet in height, so that took care of any worries I had about any neighbors seeing me. The air smelled fresh, yet it still had a twinkling of 'city' smog. In the back of the house I quickly noticed Mr. Thomas sitting by the pool, with what may have been a cold glass of lemonade. Kevin's friend was sitting on the top step, which led into the shallow end of the pool; and Kevin was just below him, with his head buried in the crotch of his buddy. It wasn't until I got closer, that I discovered that Kevin was servicing Ray's cock, right there in front of Mr. Thomas. Not even our added presence seemed to deter Kevin from sucking cock; but what I couldn't have seen was Ray holding a rope which had been tightly wrapped around Kevin's nutsack, apparently being used as a 'threat' in order for Kevin to continue sucking. For some strange reason, just witnessing the sex act, started to get more blood pumping into my cock; which in turn, seemed to understand the threshold limits of being surrounded by my new cock ring.
I began to have more of those agonizing thoughts. Not that any of them were bad this time; but they seemed to provoke my thinking to go deeper into my life and invade my 'comfort zone' a bit more. I ended up being stopped, on the opposite side of the pool that Mr. Thomas. I noticed that I was the only one, who was completely left in total sunlight. All of the others had begun to take seats around Mr. Thomas and appeared to be entertained by Kevin and Ray.
My knees were still aching, from all the days of crawling around; but I had noticed the beginning formation of callous. It was difficult for me to be kneeling now; as my nipple rings were really starting to aggravate my tits and the new earrings weren't feeling much better. As I moved my eyes around, it was
nothing less than shear beauty that I saw. I had never seen such an abundance of flowers and blooming shrubs. It was a reminder to me that there was beauty beyond the life I had in the city.
I caught sight of the back door opening and I watched as Henry came out carrying a tray of cold drinks. He slipped back in the house and quickly returned with another tray, this one piled high with finger sandwiches. Once more, Henry made his way back into the house; but not before stopping and giving me a long stare.
Minutes later, Henry re-appeared and was holding a large towel and a plastic spray bottle. As he began walking in my direction, I became a little apprehensive as to what was going to happen to me next.
Henry stopped right in front of me, his eyes wide and his teeth were glaring as white as snow. It wasn't difficult, from my position, to notice his cock bulging beneath his nylon running shorts; and I was positive that he wasn't wearing underwear. His body glistened, as if he'd spent countless hours working out and spent ample time in the sun.
Henry opened the towel and then began to fold it into something quite small, but thick. He then placed it right in front of my knees and told me to move up onto the towel. The sensation of not only the softness of the fabric, but the cushion of support it was supplying to my knees was a welcome relief; and my face must have shown my approval as he said to me, "Master is not as cruel as you may think."
He began spraying the top of my head with what smelled like suntan oil and then proceeded to rub it rather briskly into my skin. Henry continued with his application of the oil until he got down to my cock and balls. "You'll need to stand up, briefly, and spread your slave legs so that I can get into all of your 'hidden' places."
After I was standing, Henry once again spoke; " you can't be this stupid can you? You haven't displayed one proper slave position since you've been outside, and if you haven't noticed... Master Troy is making himself notes on your failures." My eyes moved slightly to the right and indeed Master Troy was adding my infractions to his pad of paper. "Put your hands behind your head slave, unless you want Master Troy to keep adding demerits. I can tell you from past experience, that Master Troy can wheel a mean whip during his 'tea parties'. So get with the fucking program or even I might have to suffer on your account."
I pulled my hands up into the proper position lightning fast, as I for one didn't want any form of disciplinary action taken towards me; let alone cause Henry to get punished for something I did or didn't do. I guess that I wasn't thinking about pleasing the two Masters; so I had to start remembering everything they were teaching me.
Henry was standing behind me, oiling up my ass crack and began to speak to me in a lower tone of voice; "During the week, it's just going to be me and you around the house during the day. Well, not exactly around the house; you'll always be in master's dungeon, but I'll be tending to your needs plus all the directions either of the masters gives me. You won't even have to shave yourself, as I'm going to be in charge of all those kind of things. They don't want you doing anything that you used to do when you were a free man. I'll do my best to teach you, as they wish you taught; but if you fuck up or try to be some kind of smart ass about your training, I'm required to inform the masters when they return home from their daily jobs. We will, or should I say, I'll have, more time to speak openly to you, but when the masters are home, I'm required to say as little as possible to you. By the end of next week you'll be a new man... I mean slave, as I consider myself an excellent instructor on the 'finer points' of slave training."
Gee, Henry sure sounded friendly, yet confident in his assigned task around this place. I was surprised, yet happy, that he even spoke to me now. "Don't be to alarmed about the 'tea party' either. They are pretty mundane, but from time to time they can get a little out of hand. This one is being hosted especially for you and you alone. I guess there is something rather special about you that I don't know."
I found it difficult to concentrate on what Henry was saying, just for the mere fact that he was now massaging the oil all around the butt plug and he would occasionally slip a finger between the base of it and my ass; getting part of a finger up inside of me. I was hoping that he wouldn't stop, as it was probably the most intimate thing that I had felt in some time; as Henry wasn't being malicious while he was fulfilling his obligations. Once Henry had moved to my front side, things seemed to escalate; well... I should say that his application of the oil on my cock and balls nearly brought me to orgasm more than once; but Henry stopped well short of the event. I was almost beginning to believe, as hard as it may sound, that Henry and I were going to become good friends.
Compared to everything I was put through at the camp, my life seemed to be less stressful. I hadn't been fucked or made to suck a cock here, yet. I hadn't
really been immersed in pain, other than the piercings. None of the males had made me feel like crap and I seemed to be less interested in finding an escape. I knew that for some weird reason, my life was still changing and that there was no doubt in my mind that I had a tremendous amount left to endure through a strict learning process. I suppose that this upcoming party would be a defining moment in my life; one in which I wasn't all that keen to be the center of everyone's attention.
Henry gave my body one final light spray of the oil before leaving me there kneeling in the proper position, as the males began to take stabbing glances in my direction. Being outside like this reminded me of the times when I was secured to one of the tables at camp; but at least now I was able to see everything.
I didn't hear what Master Jeb was saying, but it apparently was directed to Kevin. Kevin stood up in the clear pool water, and it was then that I saw his balls wrapped tightly in the rope. Ray removed the rope and Kevin stepped out of the pool and went to standing alongside of Master Jeb for a moment; listening to whatever it was that Master Jeb was saying to him.
Kevin's tan line was well defined, so I had to assume that he spent a lot of time in the sun, wearing the skimpy shorts. He didn't have much of a butt, but what he did have was well proportioned to the rest of his lean and taut body. I watched as Kevin turned and headed in my direction, with all eyes on him.
Standing in front of me, looking rather sheepish, I couldn't help but notice that his cock was as hard as a rock. "I suppose you know, slave, why I'm standing here. I'm sure you remember that you owe me something for helping out with your hair removal, and don't think for a second that I haven't been waiting for your mouth sucking on my dick. Now get down into the position that Master Troy taught you and get to work sucking the spunk out of my cock."
For just a split second, I was flabbergasted by the way in which this young man spoke to me; but I quickly realized that he too was a free man. I had no choice but to rest my butt on the heels of my feet; as Kevin stepped closer. I could see that the tip of his cock was already displaying signs of sexual arousal. As Kevin thrust his hips towards me, his cock made contact with my lips and I instinctively opened up and allowed him to place his manhood on my tongue. I did the best I could to please him. I knew that there were probably tens of thousands of gay men in America that could do a much better job at sucking his cock; but it was up to me to do MY best to bring him pleasure. I sucked and licked while Kevin maintained a slow back and forth motion; and before long I could feel his cock hitting the back of my mouth, almost to the point of activating my gag reflex. I was grateful that he wasn't one of those who liked to be overly aggressive while getting sucked. Amazingly I was able to get all of his cock in my mouth without choking. I don't know whether it was from his soft encouraging words about how I needed to relax my throat muscles; or was it merely the fact that I had become so engrossed with this man's cock that everything was going so nicely. His pubic hair was still wet and had a faint hint of chlorine embedded when it reached my face. It brought back a flash memory of when I used to have hair surrounding my own cock. Kevin finally froze, and for the first time ever; I could actually feel a man's cock spasm as sperm worked its way up and out. It was a unique experience, one which I'll never forget, as string after string of sweet tasting cum awakened my taste buds. "Thanks boy, that was one good blowjob for somebody who hasn't had much experience. I hope you can suck me again before I have to go home." That's all Kevin said as he pulled his deflating cock from my mouth and returned to Master Jeb.
I quickly resumed my proper position; but for some reason I saw Master Troy making another note in his notepad. I'm sure I had done anything wrong.
Henry came back out, but this time he was carrying a tray which he sat down on another one of the tables; as Mr. Thomas got up and went over to Henry. The next thing I know is that Mr. Thomas is calling for Ray and it was also the first time I'd seen him naked. Sure enough, just like Kevin had said; Ray had been shaving the hair off of his own balls.
Ray and Mr. Thomas spoke briefly and then Ray called out for Kevin. Kevin seemed to back up a foot or two while Ray was talking to him; but whatever Ray was saying finally seemed to agree with Kevin. Henry brought over one of the pool chairs and placed it right next to the table and Kevin was guided to the chair by his buddy, Ray.
I watched, as Ray applied an ample of amount of shaving cream from an aerosol
can onto Kevin's head. With Mr. Thomas's direction and guidance; Ray began to shave the stubble from Kevin's head. I never saw a hint of a smile on Kevin's face the entire time; so I wasn't sure if Kevin really wanted his friend to be shaving off the last remnants of his stubbles. It was almost as if I was
watching a replay of my own shaving, as Kevin was made to stand up and get his armpits shaved, then his arms followed by his legs.
Kevin stood perfectly still as I watched Henry pass a pair of scissors to Ray. Ray knelt down and began clipping off the hair that was just minutes earlier pressing against my face. By the time Ray was finished, Kevin's crotch looked like a pre-pubescent boy. I instantly knew that his denuding and mine were now a matched pair; which to an observer would also make my crotch look like a kid's.
Kevin's final position, draped over the back of the chair; allowed Ray to get
between the ass cheeks and scrap off any youthful hairs.
Within a matter of minutes, Kevin was being led towards me; with Ray using Kevin's cock as a leash. As Kevin moved passed me, I could see a few tear drops
running down his face. Kevin was then made to kneel about three feet to my left; as I heard his friend Ray speaking to him.
"Now don't go on crying Kevin. You know you've wanted this ever since we've been together and now that you have your wish, you shouldn't be fussing like this. It makes me look bad in front of your guy friends. So for the rest of the day, whatever they make this other slave do, I'm going to make you do. I won't be hurting you any, or anything like that; but with you two boys kneeling side by side, it will give your neighbors here something beautiful to look at."
"Sir, yes Sir", Kevin said to his best friend.
As Ray moved by me, I was thinking that he was going to stop and have me suck
him off, but I wasn't sure if he rather preferred getting a blowjob from Kevin instead. I watched as Henry cleaned up from the shaving and returned to the house. I could see him through the kitchen window and he didn't seem the least bit interested in what was happening at the pool.
With Kevin and me pretty much 'out of the picture' for now, the men stripped down and stepped into the pool. Ray sat by himself just amazed that the men didn't care if he saw them naked or not. Once the men were waist deep in the water, there wasn't much for Ray to look, so he turned his attention towards the two of us. He began stroking his cock and it soon was standing tall without any further assistance. I suppose Ray was sending Kevin a signal by sitting there with his hardon, and I'm sure that Kevin was agitated that he wasn't over there between Ray's knees sucking on the monster cock.
As the men continued to talk while in the pool, Henry came out and said something to Ray; and then the two of them came over and had the two of us follow them back inside to the dungeon. It seemed funny, watching Kevin crawl on his hands and knees; but I'm sure that I looked funny at first too.
Downstairs Kevin and I got a good enema, but mine went rather quick as there wasn't really much inside; not after that violent dump I had a couple of hours earlier. Kevin's took awhile, as Ray hadn't ever done one before. Henry had the patience of Job, while he guided Ray through every step, even explaining the reasons for always having a slave with a squeaky clean asshole. A couple of times, Kevin moaned and even pleaded with Ray to stop the flow of water; but Ray answered back with a major swat of his hand on Kevin's butt.
What surprised me the most was when it came time for our bathing; Henry had Ray scrub us both. A smart move on Henry's part, perhaps; as I wasn't sure if
Kevin knew that Henry had lost his testicles, and for sure he didn't want to
announce such a thing to Ray; not yet anyway. I still couldn't get over just how angelic Kevin looked without any hair, it was almost mesmerizing. Could others, like the two Masters, have the same opinion of me? Such a weird feeling to have to live with.
The one thing I noticed rather quickly was how pink my skin was. I guess it was still getting use to being exposed to sun light that caused it to turn pink; thankfully I hadn't gotten a sunburn. Even Kevin's butt cheeks and crotch area seemed to also have a faint shade of pink. If they kept me out in the sun every day, I'd have a tan that would resemble the major portion of what Kevin looked like.
Henry excused himself momentarily, and ran upstairs. Ray began telling Kevin how much he loved him, just for the fact that he'd allowed himself to be shaved and exposed for what he really was and wanted. I took that to mean that Kevin had finally come to terms with allowing Ray to dominate him completely. Ray immediately presented his shaft to Kevin and without hesitation Kevin was eagerly sucking away. I have to admit, that Kevin was doing a worldly job, considering the size of Ray's cock. I know that a cock that size, regardless of
who it belonged to, would certainly have choked the life out of me. Not that
Ray's cock was a 'freak of nature' but one wouldn't normally see such a long and thick cock on a man.
When Henry returned, he handed Ray what Henry called "half sticks' of Crisco.
Apparently Henry had cut the log of grease length way, in half. Half for me,
half for Kevin. Since I'd already experienced the chilling sensation I knew what to expect but Kevin let it be known that it wasn't such a nice thing to be doing to a friend. Ray, on the other hand, had to remind Kevin. "Right now boy, you're my slave. A slave never tells his master was is good and what is bad. You'll do as I say, without as much as a word."
Henry gave my butt plug to Ray, and Ray seemed overly anxious to push it into
me; but thankfully it went in without much resistance, and oddly enough I felt something strange deep within me beginning to happen. I don't know what it was, or is, but I just knew that something was taking place and I didn't have control over it.
I caught Henry handing Ray another plug, much smaller than mine; and without as much as a word to Kevin, Ray began to insert the latex plug into Kevin's rectum. Kevin began to scream and pull away from Ray. It was now clear to me that Kevin's ass was virgin territory. With a bit of assistance from Henry, holding Kevin still, Ray was able to ease the plug completely into his friend's ass. "I already told you... what the other slave gets... YOU get."
With tears on his face, snot running out of his nose, Kevin managed to say, "Sir, yes Sir."
"This should make you feel better", Ray said; turning Kevin around so that he
was facing me and the others. Kevin immediately latched on to his friends cock and began sucking like a calf to its mommy.
Henry glanced at his watch and realized that time was quickly passing. "Master Ray, if you don't mind me saying; I've got to get things ready for the party and I'm sure the other masters and Mike are needing their drinks refreshed. If you wouldn't mind Sir, could you watch both slaves for a few minutes until I return?"
Ray didn't have to answer, as loud footsteps were easily detected stomping down the stairs. As Henry and Ray looked to see who was coming, I turned and entered the proper slave position which I'd been shown. Kevin followed my example and now both of us had our asses showing to whoever was coming our way.
It turned out to be Mr. Thomas and his boy, Mike. They'd already gotten their
clothes back on and seemed to have had a nice time with the others in the pool. I was excited to see that Mike was allowed to wear clothes and that his Master gave him at least this day to act as normal as allowed.
Henry explained everything to Mr. Thomas and departed upstairs. Mr. Thomas and Mike pulled Ray out of hearing range and had a nice chat with him; more than likely about Kevin.
Both of us were 'escorted' from the shower room and back into the working portion of Master Troy's and Master Jeb's dungeon.
I watched intently as Kevin climbed up onto the same table that I'd been bound to earlier. As Ray began to bind the boys limbs to the table; Mr. Thomas and Mike made me crawl over to something that looked like a big giant 'X'. After standing up and moving myself backwards, the two men chained my cuffs to the frame. From where I was, I could easily see Kevin's body lying flat; with Kevin's eyes displaying, for the first time, a look of fear. There wasn't a damn thing I could do to relieve Kevin's fear, except to make myself appear as calm and collected as ever; which hopefully would transmit an aire of security to the frightened teenager.
Mr. Thomas was talking to Ray, while Mike seemed to be enjoying the youthful,
helpless Kevin. His hands were enticing the teen's nipples and the normal reaction to such a treatment was more than obvious; and now without any hair to
shroud the base of Kevin's cock it continued to enthrall me. Why all of this was starting to effect in such I way, I'm not sure; however, maybe I shouldn't put to much into the 'whys' and just settle for it being a fact which was now becoming a part of my existence.
I heard more footsteps and saw Mr. Thomas quickly turn to see who was coming.
Mike also looked, removing his hands from Kevin's chest. Mr. Thomas held his
hand up to Ray and told him to 'stay put'; as he and Mike walked out of the room.
I looked as well, but from my position all I could see were only the legs of three men. In my position it would have made no difference who they were, but I hoped that it was not someone who carried a mean streak. I caught a look of fright on Ray's face; which thankfully Kevin couldn't see. I watched as the men seemed to stop and talk with Mr. Thomas for a minute; and then as they turned towards us, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was Masters Troy and Jeb accompanied by a third man whom I didn't recognize.
The men neared Ray first and the stranger said something quietly to him; as the man seemed to be looking up and down Ray's naked body. I'm guessing that Ray had wished he at least had his shorts on, but thankfully Ray's body went unscathed.
It was something you couldn't orchestrate; as the man turned towards Kevin and Kevin turned his head towards the man. I could see Kevin's body tense up and arch, as the man approached him.
"Easy son", the man said to Kevin. "There is no need to be alarmed. I've suspected your desires to have Ray as your lover for some time now."
"But Dad, no Dad, it isn't what you think!" yelled Kevin. "You don't understand. We were just playing Dad, honest."
"Kevin, I'm not stupid you know." His dad replied. "I don't care if you're gay or straight; I just want you to be happy and have a good life."
Kevin's dad started rubbing his hand over Kevin's now sweat covered head. "Ever since your mom and I got divorced I've wanted to talk to you about such things. We never told you the reason why we got divorced and I'm sorry that I never talked to you sooner. You see Kevin, a few years before we split up, your mother found out that I was having an affair with someone else. I couldn't nor wouldn't break off my affair. I was more in love with that person than I was with you mom."
By now Kevin had started to calm down, listening intently to the words of his
father; but the recalling of his parents divorce was a sad thing for him to have to live through again and he began to cry openly. I looked at Ray who was nearly into tears himself, but he didn't move a muscle.
"So you see Kevin, after all the heartbreak you went through during those times, I never wanted to interfere with your own life. I wanted you to understand who and what you were and what you are today. I can't say that I'm happy that you've taken this particular road in life, but I can understand it. And, it seems that your friend here is just what you need to make your life a fulfilling one.
Kevin, I guess the only way to say this, is to just come out and say it. The affair I was having, well... it wasn't with a woman. I'd been having one night flings with other men off and on ever since before you were born. I met my man one night and we've been together ever since you were about twelve years old."
Kevin was somewhere between happy and sad (I think), over what he'd just heard. He was crying non-stop and it wasn't until Ray finally came up and took hold of one of the bound hands that Kevin seemed to start to settle down.
"Son, I guess everything has a reason for happening when it does, but now that everything is out in the open I'm sure that your relationship with your friend Ray here, will be more satisfying to the two of you. I'm not in to the same things that everybody around here is, but that is not of concern to me. If you and Ray are, that's all that matters. There is nothing wrong with exploring one's feelings and if being submissive to another person is the thing that makes you the most happy, well then I should think that it is perfectly normal and acceptable. As for myself, I'm satisfied with just being with the man I love and now, since everything is out, I hope for you t meet him soon. I'm sure he too will be receptive to your and Ray's lifestyle and that shouldn't pose a problem."
"But dad" Kevin started, "I didn't want you to find out this way. I wanted to
tell you when the time seemed right. I'm not sure seeing me like this is the
best way to explain my feelings towards Ray." The tone in Kevin's voice was so sincere it almost made me want to cry. It was indeed, a heart warming moment when Kevin's father leaned over and gave his son a kiss on his lips.
I kind of expected Kevin's father to say something about his son's body or at
the very least give him a good feel; but that wasn't the case, which made the moment that much more memorable. At least it told me that not all guys were like the ones back at camp; always thinking of sucking and fucking and the like.
Ray continued holding tightly to Kevin's hand, as the conversation continued. I noticed Ray's free hand gripping the edge of the table so tightly that he was suffering from 'white knuckle' syndrome. He'd been better off if he simply moved his hand up and onto Kevin's body.
Looking directly into Ray's eyes, Kevin's dad spoke specifically to him. "Now
then Ray, from what I've been told and from what I can see, you are the more
domineering one. That's okay with me just as long as you don't try anything stupid or dangerous with Kevin. Neither of you boys knows that much about these things, but thankfully Kevin has such good friends like Jeb and Troy who can walk you through some of the easier things. They've been neighbors of mine for as long as I can remember and I have them to thank for introducing me to the man I love. I'm not in to the pain and screaming but I don't have any objections, IF, under controlled circumstances you two explore it."
"Thank you Sir," came rolling out of Ray's mouth, which caught me off guard.
"Now then you two... I'm standing here looking over at that slave and see that he has been ringed and such. What plans or ideas do you two have regarding such body rings?"
Kevin looked at Ray, as if waiting to hear what he was going to say; and Ray was staring at Kevin waiting to hear something from him. It was a priceless moment, as the expressions on their faces were one of total surprise.
"Well, I'll tell you what." Kevin's dad said; "How about for starters Kevin, you get all the same piercings that the slave has, except a little smaller. I don't think you need them that thick and big; that is unless either of you want them like that."
Now that the ice had been broken, Ray spoke up saying "Thank you Sir, but would you mind or be mad if he got a couple more than what that slave has or is going to get?"
"What do you mean more?" asked Kevin's dad. "I know that the slave is getting a snout ring and one through his slave cock; but am I to understand you want Kevin to have more than that?"
"Well Sir, I'm not sure yet which ones I'd like to see Kevin have but I just thought I'd ask since you're here and all. I'm sure that Mr. Thomas can help me plan out something that will keep Kevin looking all nice and pretty Sir."
"I'm not so sure about the 'pretty', but what about you Kevin... what is it that you want?"
Kevin stared blank faced at Ray for a moment before turning to his dad saying, "Sir, I'm not sure sir, but I know that Ray wouldn't want me looking like a
freak, so what ever Ray decides on is okay with me, dad."
"Well then that part is settled." Came the response. "I've asked Troy and Jeb if they wouldn't mind if you stayed overnight, as I'm going to be having my friend over after we go out; and it's the first time he's been over and I want him to feel comfortable there before he and you meet. And Ray, what about you? What would your parents say if you asked them to stay the night?"
"Sir, they wouldn't care if I slept in the street Sir. Every since I told them I was gay, they both sort of disowned me. I can't even be in the house alone with my brother because they think I might molest him or something. So spending the night won't cause a problem."
"Just the same, I think what I'll do is call them and tell them that you will be spending the night at Kevin's house and that way everything will okay."
"Thank you Sir, " replied Ray.
"I hate to leave so quick, but I wanted to get this over with and it turned out fairly nice. Kevin we'll talk more tomorrow when I come to pick you up. You and Ray can spend the day at home with me and my 'sweetie'. I'm sure you'll both like him a lot. Now Kevin you listen and do everything Ray asks you to do and don't forget your manners."
Kevin got another kiss and a 'searching' kind of touch from his father before he and Ray were left alone; while Kevin's dad stopped to speak with the others before scampering up the stairs.
All of the men came back into the room, finding Ray leaning over Kevin, exchanging tongues at a rapid pace.
Mr. Thomas seemed to have put on his 'business' face and had begun to rummage
through a handful of Ziploc bags which were in his leather bag; while saying to Ray, "I don't want you to think that any idea about body piercing is a stupid one. Asking questions is the best way to learn and I'll teach you what it is that you need to know. I understand that Kevin wants to look like the other slave so best we get started. In the mean time, you can tell me what other rings Kevin wants or needs."
Ray went back to holding firmly onto Kevin's hand, "Well Sir, it's not so much about the piercings at the moment, but it is more about his position. Would it be okay if he was stretched out like the other slave was earlier this morning? I'm sure Kev would feel much better that way compared to being strapped to the table like he is now.
Master Jeb approached Kevin and asked him if that's what he wanted and Kevin simply replied, "If it makes my master happy."
As they were attaching the cuffs and chains to Kevin, Master Jeb spoke in a soft voice to Kevin, saying, "I know it must have been difficult for you to have your father see you like this, but I probably was the best way. And I'm sure it was equally as hard for him to tell you that he was also gay. I reminded me so much of how Troy and I talked to each other when our homosexuality was exposed at school. But now that is all behind you and you have a wonderful friend in Ray, not to mention all of us here today; so we can only hope that your experiences here today will fulfill some, if not all, of your expectations. You know that pain is part of what you say you need and want; and we won't allow you to experience any more pain than the slave over there does. Does that sound fair enough to you?"
Kevin didn't have to even think about the answer, as he immediately responded with a 'Sir, yes Sir."
I watched as Kevin's legs and arms were spread apart, exposing his butt plug for all to see. Mr. Thomas handed Ray something just as Ray was stepping in between Kevin's outstretched legs. The overhead lights bounced off of the object, which I soon discovered was a smaller version of the cock ring that I was adorned with.
"No turning back slave", Ray said as he looked directly into Kevin's eyes.
"No sir, No turning back Sir" replied Kevin in a submissive sort of way.
"Alright then slave, let's get started Ray responded as he slipped the chrome
ring over both of Kevin's nuts. I couldn't see to well, now that Kevin's legs had been stretched, but I knew that Ray was pushing the boy's cock through the ring. "Damn boy, you look so beautiful this way. I can't believe what I'm
looking at. You look better than the other slave."
While all of that was going on, Mr. Thomas and Mike were busy with other things which he'd removed from his bag; and the next thing I saw was the familiar sight of a new paper sheet being draped over Kevin's torso.
"We'd better get the slave hooded. It is getting close to the time when our other guest will be arriving and we wouldn't want them to see the new slave without his hood in place", commented Master Troy.
Both, Master Troy and Master Jeb came up to me and before I knew what was happening; a rubber ball was strapped firmly into my mouth and a thick leather hood was being pulled down over my head, leaving me in total darkness, with only two small holes below my nose for air. My level of fear jumped up to an all time high, as at that same moment I heard Kevin scream.
To be continued....
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