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North Country Chapter Thirteen
The room fell silent after Kevin's loud scream. I could even feel his pain as I'd assumed that he just got a needle run through one of his nipples. If it hadn't been for Kevin's scream, I wouldn't have heard much of anything else; as the leather hood seemed to be muffling the sounds of those talking. It sounded rather funny in a way, as it almost sounded like people talking in slow motion with deep voices.
I had expected to hear another yelp from Kevin at any moment, but for some reason the second scream wasn't forthcoming, just yet.
The level of voices seemed to pick up briefly, and I thought for a second that perhaps some of the guests had arrived; thus the reason for Kevin remaining
silent.
Beneath the hood, my head was beginning to perspire and the salty sweat began
stinging my eyes. My cock had been the focus of my attention, as with such a
large ring surrounding the balls and cock, I knew that it was probably one of the most prominent parts of my body as I stood against the X Frame. Funny how you can concentrate on one thing, such as I was doing; and you sort of begin to actually feel it more. I could feel the weight of my dick, drooping down and over my balls, while at the same time I could feel the steel of the ring pressing firmly against my balls and the top of my cock.
I still was clueless as to why they'd kept my hands covered with the leather mitts, but at least I wasn't being abused or tortured. Nor could I find reason for them to have this ball stuffed in, behind my teeth; which forced me to focus on my breathing quite a bit. Thank goodness for the two air holes in the hood.
At this point, I had little to no idea that the rest of the day was going to be a living hell.
A second scream from Kevin and the room erupted into a thunderous laughter; with Kevin pleading with Ray to 'make them stop'. Even I was jolted by his yelling and screaming. It was now plain to detect the presence of more voices in the dungeon. Kevin's last yell was soon followed by yet another yelp, which perhaps was due to the rings being put into place.
"Ray, PLEASE RAY, TAKE IT OUT! OH GOD RAY TAKE IT OUT ... I'M BEGGING YOU!" Kevin yelled with total disregard. Once again the room burst into laughter.
As the room quieted, I began to concentrate on the voice I was barely able to
hear, saying to Kevin..."Easy slave. You know you can't tell a master what to do and what not to do. Just relax and soon the pain will ease up and then you will enjoy it."
I could only think of one thing and one thing only. Kevin had just lost his virginity to Ray. Again, memories of my first time being fucked seemed so vivid in my mind. Ray's voice seemed to get lower and lower and I knew that by now he was into his 'rhythm' and wasn't talking to much. But, I had the strongest feeling that Kevin was no where near, if at all, feeling humiliated as he got fucked by his best friend and lover in front of a room full of men.
Just the knowledge that Kevin's anguish would soon turn into more pleasure than pain made it a little easier for me to understand just how much one man can, and does, love another man. Soon, I heard those infamous words, "I'm cumming slave, right in your fucking ass', followed by a hearty round of 'atta boy' from the adults. And then, the room once again fell silent; but only for a moment.
There was a bit more commotion surrounding Kevin, but it was impossible for me to hear what was happening; but as I tried to glean any word, phrase or sentence, someone put their hand on my chest.
The voice speaking to me, directly into my leather covered ear was Henry. "Slave if there is one fucking time you listen, now is that time. For the rest of the night, don't even think about fucking up. Master Troy will inflict immediate punishment on you should you screw up, or even hesitate the slightest bit. I hope you meditate on what I just told you, because your slave skin will feel the Master's wrath should you fail him."
The words which were spoken softly, intently and carefully chosen to me, were
taking effect. I prepared myself for just about anything and only hoped for the best.
The next thing I know, or should I say feel, is a completely different pair of hands working on my tender nipples. Had I not been warned just a minute ago, I would have tried to tell who ever it was, that my tits were extremely sore and tender; but I remained perfectly still and withheld any attempt to make a sound.
The strange thing about this man playing with my nipple rings, was that he was so close to me that I could feel the fabric of his clothes touching my skin. It had been a long time since I'd experienced soft fabric, clean and scented; touching my skin. It was a memory of my past that I would hopefully never forget.
The other thing, even more surprising was that whoever this man was, had good
taste in cologne. It was so easy for me, since I use, I used to use, the same; as it was the finest cologne that one could get at Banana Republic, the same place most of my clothes came from.
His hands leave my nipples and slowly work their way down either side of my torso until stopping at my hips. Strangely, his hands seemed to be 'magical' in the sense that I was feeling, well... sexy. My cock began to spring into action, regardless of the constraints put upon it. My nuts ached from not being able to move about freely, but I was more concerned about my cock and what this guy was planning to do next. Oddly enough, he bypassed the opportunity to fondle my slave cock and went straight to my nuts. After rubbing his velvety soft hands over both of them he began to squeeze them gently and slowly. I did my best not to reflect any body movement, but it was something which nature has a strange way of denying. The harder he squeezed, the more I thrust my hips outward, as if to be telling him that I was enjoying his attention.
I felt something rather course feeling being wrapped around my balls, while they were still in the grip of this man. I began to realize that, like previous times, my balls were now being bound with leather. Gently at first, the man
tugged on the leather causing my balls to pull away from the cock ring. Within a couple of minutes, there was a shooting and nauseating feeling being transmitted from my balls to my upper gut; as if my insides were being ripped out of me.
With a firm hold on the leather, I surmised that I wasn't going to be going anywhere to soon. I felt my ankles and wrists being unfastened from the frame and without even thinking I dropped down onto my hands and knees; as if that is what was expected of me. I guess I'd done right, as there was no violence taken against me.
When I felt the tug on the leather, I had no choice but to crawl in the direction I was being pulled; which turned out to be towards the table which Kevin was strapped to.
Slowly, someone was loosening up the laces on the back of my hood and the next thing I feel is a rather sudden yank on the front of my hood, just over my mouth. Apparently this hood has a part of it which can be easily removed. I felt a refreshing rush of air flow into my lungs; as a pair of hands was underneath the hood in the back, unbuckling the mouth gag. I almost felt human once the gag had been gently pulled away from behind my teeth. It didn't take a chemist like me, to quickly discover just how fast your jaw can become stiff when held open; even for short periods of time.
With a hand now on the back of my head, pressing me down; I had no relevant idea as to what was expected of me. I knew I was getting closer to the floor and I had to readjust my knees just to keep from falling forward. An odor drifted into my nose and I distinctly and quickly realized what I was smelling.
The unmistakable odor of a man's sperm and ass slime was now overpowering my sense of smell. I knew that I wanted it. God, that sounds sick, I know; but I
really did want, need and desired to taste it. I kept lowering my head, but now I had stuck my tongue out; and finally I came into contact with the nectar of life.
I moved my head around and licked the entire area; whether or not there was cum there or not. I wasn't about to leave the floor a mess.
Two hands had to pull my head away from the floor, as I realigned my knees back into a comfortable position.
The dungeon was as quiet as falling snow. I didn't know what if anything I was supposed to do next; until I felt a boot pushing against my butt. I crawled
forward as long as the boot was pressing against my skin.
I was caught off guard, when the leather was pulled upward; causing me to kneel in a perfect slave position; after I'd placed both of my mitts behind my head.
The hand was back again on my head, gently pressing me forward. That same wonderful fragrance of man filled my nasal passages. I finally got the message.
I stuck out my tongue, as I'd done before and continued to slowly move my head forward an inch at a time; until it came in contact with human flesh. I knew right then and there that Kevin's ass was right in front of my mouth.
I licked the cum and slim from every tiny spec of his flesh; knowing full well that the cum was from Ray and the slime belonged to Kevin. A little more pressure on my head and my mouth was now planted on Kevin's rosebud.
The pressure remained, and I quickly set about working my tongue into Kevin as best I could. You could say that this lesson was one that I really seemed to enjoy. Oral sex was never this good, other than maybe sucking a free man's cock. I must have gotten caught up in my own feelings, because I didn't feel the hand on my head anymore.
I had no idea just how long I had sucked and tongued out Kevin's ass, but it all came to a halt when voices, laughter and applause ensued. I, for some reason, had no feelings of humiliation or de-humanizing; but I wasn't sure if this act was turning me into something that I normally would have thought to be perverted and sick.
I was pulled away from the table, crawling to an area which I had no clue as to where I knelt, in comparison to the table or the X frame. I was kept in my
upright kneeling position, and soon enough a cock was presented to my mouth.
Again, my inhibitions were non-existent, as I knew from the fragrance that it
was Ray's cock waiting for my attention. I took his meat into my mouth without as much as giving a second thought to the task. I had even found it more intense, if I closed my eyes; forgetting that I couldn't see anyway. With my eyes closed, the mental part of my lesson seemed to climb to a new height. I worked my tongue all over the cock and never once really sucked on it; until, that is, I felt secure in the knowledge that the cock was clean. The combination of slime and Ray's cum equaled, if not exceeded, the previously over powering delight of Kevin's ass.
Totally unaware that Ray was now holding his hands against my head, I was given an unexpected burst of his piss. I swallowed quickly and wondered when the rest of his urine would purge the intoxicating flavor of slime and cum away. Sadly, it wasn't but a few seconds and a steady flow, hot and acrid tasting, began filling my mouth. I wasn't able to keep up with the river of urine and some of it escaped my mouth; dripping down my chin and landing on the floor. I'll never know why the taste of sperm and ass juice affected me the way it did; but I was certainly surprised the effect it had on me.
A short pat on my head, and the cock was withdrawn. I continued to hear bits and pieces of several conversations going on simultaneously. I thought, once or twice, that the guy with the nice cologne had been standing near me; perhaps even being one of the many pairs of hands that found my nakedness a casual
distraction from Kevin.
Cock after cock, had found my mouth over the next couple of hours. My knees were beyond pain and my arms were extremely tired from having to maintain a constant position. I thought that the only dick I hadn't sucked on was Kevin's; but I soon found that not to be the case.
I knew Kevin was still lashed down on the table, as he screamed several more times from apparently getting additional piercings. Finally the room succumbed to the silence, and my sense of smell told me that I had a cock that wanted and needed sucking. I should have said that the scent wasn't only coming from the cock, but also from the nice cologne.
Whoever was controlling the cock, knew exactly what he wanted, and he was apparently determined to get it. I had the most difficult time, thinking back to
my first cock sucking experience; and there was no comparing the two. Here, everything seemed so normal and proper, while at the camp it seemed that the men were nothing more than sexual deprived individuals who found comfort in just about anyway they could.
Another pair of hands came caressing the skin on my back and butt. I felt bathed in unadulterated attention. The hands turned to moist lips as the back of my neck was the recipient of gentle, affectionate kisses. My mouth was pulled caringly onto more of the man's cock. I could feel it sliding over my tongue with grace and ease. I made sure that I kept my lips wound tightly around the cock, as I savored the true taste of manhood. My mind began to feel as if it was floating on air, as the gentle lesson continued. I never realized just how much of the cock had worked its way into my mouth, until I felt the soft and curly hairs of the man's pubes against my face. His forward and backward motions seemed to be set to a slow waltz. I began to actually think that I was liking this more than in my other world.
The man behind me was now, manipulating my butt plug and it didn't take but a
little push on my part, to detach the plug from my ass. The cool soothing feeling of lubricant coursing over and into my ass sent my sexual awareness to the next level.
I was disappointed that the cock never deposited his cum down my throat, but I'm guessing that there was a good reason behind it. It was the only one that failed to send its seed sliding down into my gut.
As the finger slipped from the cavern of my ass, the cock slid gently from between my lips. I felt strangely empty, unsatisfied; as if to say that they found displeasure with me or my body.
Once again the leather strap attached to my balls was tugging in down to all fours and I followed, crawling behind like a puppy to it's Master.
My head bumped into something, which felt hard but a strange hardness. I could have just been the feeling which was allowed to transmit through my hood.
Four hands took hold of me and brought me up, quickly, and back down. It felt as if I was lying on a narrow plank of some sort, padded; with my feet firmly on the ground and my mitts dangling down from my torso.
More hands, more movement, and I was now strapped down to this thing. From just the way air was moving near, over and around my ass, I knew that it was exposed.
The leather which was attached to my nuts now began to pull on them in the most painful way. I nearly yelped, but quickly recounted the words told to me by Henry; so I just endured the agony in silence. There was a short but load burst of laughter from the group; and all I could clearly hear were the words, "we can always add more weight later on."
One and then two fingers began flexing their knuckles inside my butt, returning me rather quickly to the euphoric realm of sex.
The fingers were removed and I could feel the now familiar texture and dimensions of a cock just barely making contact with my ass. The small, expected, pressure came and went as the cock slid down the lubricated passageway. No sooner had I felt the pubic hairs, that the same slow and rhythmic movements of the cock began. All I could think of was that is was the same man who had pulled out of my mouth just minutes earlier. He not only was fucking me, but it felt like he was also moving his cock up and down, rubbing over my prostate gland. If it hadn't been for the weights on my balls I'm sure that I would have enjoyed this more than I was.
The final thrust came from him, just like the ones at camp. Long, complete and pushing for glory; until the cock deposited its seed deep within my intestines. He left the cock buried in me until it had deflated. Once again my inner being felt empty and alone.
Now, it seemed that since this guy had had sex with me, it permitted the others to utilize my ass. I felt three more cocks, over the next hour, avail themselves of my dripping slave hole; before a thicker and longer butt plug was pushed up my ass, capturing any remaining seed and slime.
I lay there recounting the events of the day, when suddenly Kevin belted out a scream that could have shattered glass. God, if he hurt that much, I can only assume that he just got his dick pierced. I knew already that I had a sensitive cock head and was dreading my piercing, not to mention the pending circumcision.
Should I have desired more cocks to suck or dick up my ass was the question that I kept asking myself. Was I turning out to be something that I never knew was inside of me? What will my friends think of me, should they find out that I've been having sex with other men? It's not like I'm begging for it, but how can I explain these inner feelings of happiness and joy every time there is a cock in one of my holes.
The sting from something solid striking my ass, sent my vocal cords into action, along with me trying to free myself. Over and over again the instrument of pain found its mark; and with every searing pain I let go with a resounding yelp. At this point, the words of wisdom from Henry didn't rank amongst the thing I was thinking about.
I suppose that I shouldn't have expected my new life to be all roses. No sooner had the ass beating stopped, an attack on my stretched balls began. With each slap of someone's hand up against my sac, my gut felt like it was about to explode. Each time the hand made contact with my balls, it seemed to be getting stronger and stronger; and towards the end of the lesson, I thought that I was close to puking my guts out.
Thankfully, I don't think the entire session lasted more than ten of fifteen minutes; but it was long enough to make me fully aware of the capabilities of
the Masters and these other men. I could only hope that Master Troy didn't consider my screaming as a demerit for which I'd be punished for later.
The room got quiet all of a sudden. I mean really quiet, as in, everyone had left. The only noise that I heard after awhile was what sounded like someone crying and I could only assume that it was Kevin. Once the crying had stopped
there were no more sounds for the longest time.
I must have fallen asleep, but for how long I didn't know. What woke me up was the sound of a singular voice over near or by Kevin's side. Then it was my turn. My wrists were released, as were my ankles; and I was assisted as I slid backwards off of the sawhorse.
"Time to eat", the voice said, as I quickly recognized it to be Henry's. I started to crawl, following Henry's voice and I quickly discovered that I was still attached to the heavy weights which had been fixed to the leather strap.
Henry made no mention of them being taken off, so I painfully pulled them along. I welcomed the rather short distance that I had to crawl.
"Sit!" shouted Henry. "Both of you may now eat, and I expect everything to be
gone from the plates upon my return."
The rough surface of the bricks did little to dissipate the remaining tenderness in ass; but I was able to eventually adjust my legs so that my cheeks rested on them instead of the floor.
Kevin finally realized that I couldn't pick up the plate, so he began by feeding me a portion of my hamburger (without a bun). He must have taken a few bites of his own food before once again giving me something to eat. It was an awkward moment when he had to hold up a handful of vegetables for me, which ended up with him having to put them in my mouth instead of me eating from his hand.
I thought for a second and then realized that perhaps Ray had not forbid Kevin to speak, and that seemed to make a bit more sense to me, as he began speaking.
"You sure got a red ass and swollen nuts boy", Kevin said in a tone of sympathy. "I don't know if I could take such as ass beating. I bet your nuts ain't used to dragging weights behind them either."
All I could do was listen, while I ate; but Kevin seemed keen on talking, so I listened.
"Wait till you see what they did to me. I got rings just like yours but they ain't near as big. I guess you heard me yelling and hollering. I heard them say that we were going to change places after they were done eating and relaxing a bit. They said you were getting cut and getting your dick pierced while they had fun with my ass. I can tell you that getting your dick pierced ain't no picnic. At least I'm not getting a nose ring like you are, and I bet that fucker is really going to be painful. My Ray was sucking on my nuts while the dude was sticking his needle into my dick but I still hollered a lot, but I guess you already know that."
By now Kevin had told me more than I wanted or needed to know, as apprehension was settling into every fiber of my being.
"You sure took a bunch of cocks this afternoon and I bet you had fun too. That part of being Ray's slave is something that I'm looking forward to; now that I don't have to hide everything from my dad. And what about that other dude. The one all well dressed and all. He sure is a handsome fucker. He looked like he was really getting off when he was fucking your pretty butt. I think he has a 'thing' for you, if you know what I mean. Sure looks like he wants somebody like you to be his boy."
I couldn't even begin to collate answers to Kevin's ramblings. It sounded like he was excited to be exposed to his father, which was something that I could never do. The ring in his voice seemed to express his delight with his body
piercings, even though it hurt to receive them, and apparently all of today's activities seemed to bond him and Ray into a solid relationship.
It felt like it took an eternity for Kevin to feed me, but I wasn't complaining. The food was like a feast and Kevin really seemed to be intent on making sure that I finished everything on my plate.
What neither of us counted on was Henry scolding us for 'NOT' finishing our meal. I was initially upset with Kevin until I realized that Henry was referring to the fact that the plates hadn't been licked clean. Kevin apparently started to like his plate, but Henry scolded him and removed both plates, saying that he'd have to inform Master Troy of the infraction.
As we heard more footsteps, the two of us scrambled to assume the proper position and I for one, was not overjoyed with displaying my tortured butt; however, common sense prevailed and I was positioned just in the nick of time. True to his word, Henry informed Master Troy.
I heard Master Jeb and Ray saying something to Kevin, and Kevin replied that he understood.
The next thing I know, two sets of hands are picking me up into a standing position; which did nothing but cause more pain in my balls. I could feel the weights swinging side to side, banging into the lower part of my legs.
The fading scent of cologne told me that the man was standing directly in front of me. I felt his hands grasp the back of my head and pull my face into his, until our lips met.
He kissed me softly at first. The dungeon disappeared as our kiss became more
passionate and I found myself captivated by his enduring mouth and tongue. I
must have fallen into some sort of 'black hole' as I'd put my arms around the mans muscled back. I needed and wanted this man to keep control of me and to never stop kissing me.
My actions must have spoken for themselves, as he moved one hand down to my ass and the other one engulfed my swelling cock. I think that this was the first time in my life that I'd ever felt this way. Certainly I hadn't ever had so much attention from any of the females I'd dating in my other world. Could this be the breaking point in my life?
His hand move from my cock to my balls, and all of a sudden the pain from being stretched seemed to fade away. His hands, soft and warm, gently held my balls as if they were a fine piece of crystal.
"Are you ready for the final part of your decorations?", the man asked in a manner which didn't require me to answer; as he immediately went back to kissing me.
I shivered in fear at his words, knowing full well what he meant by them. I knew exactly, what precisely, he was referring to. Pain, anguish and considerable suffering; all forms of physical and mental torment shot through my mind as his tongue worked over the inside of my mouth.
My mental dilemma continued, as I couldn't figure out why Master Troy and Master Jeb would allow this man to say such things to me. I wasn't some piece of simple chattel, or was I?
To rebuke the thoughts, I immersed myself back into responding to the man's affections which proved to be the right thing to have done.
I felt someone doing something with the weights attached to my nuts, as we continued our embrace. There was a momentary lapse in the stretching, but that too was short lived. The ensuing pain was worse now than every, as I retracted my lips from the man; and I couldn't control the groan that escaped my lips. It felt as if someone had attached a sack of potatoes to my nuts, as the pain was causing me to become lightheaded and weak in the knees.
"I take it that your groan means that you're ready to continue", the voice said with a certain degree of understanding.
Two sets of hands guided me backwards until my butt touched the edge of the table. Then a third set of hands joined in and helped to get me onto the table
lying on my back.
Just like before, I was hooked up to the chains and my cuffed limbs were pulled, excruciatingly apart. My ass pulsed, as if wanting more than the butt plug. My balls were now feeling a little numb, but not so much as I could dismiss the pain.
There was a brief moment when I felt something cold on the head of my cock and then it went away. Straps were now placed just above my hips, just below my
nipples and a strap was placed just above the nipples.
Something began sliding up my cock shaft, and then there was a slight bit of resistance as it came in contact with my bladder muscle. I'd never had a catheter before, but it was the only thing that came to mind. My muscle gave way and the catheter was in place; as I could feel piss rushing through it. I hadn't had an urge to piss up until now and my cock seemed to react to the intrusion. Slowly the urge faded away, until I didn't even feel the rubber tube, except as it exited my piss slit.
They allowed me to gather myself up a little bit, before they continued.
More of 'something' was swabbed over my entire cock, and I'm guessing that it
was some sort of disinfectant.
"You ready to be a brave slave?" asked Mr. Thomas. "I need to finish you up before the Masters and the others avail themselves of your most magnificent body. I need you to concentrate on something that brings you great pleasure and
joy while I install your last two rings and perform your cutting; and you need to receive your permanent collar as well.
SURE... RIGHT! Concentrate on something joyous and nice while I'm being fucking
turned into something, someone, completely different than I was three weeks ago.
My mind raced, but not for very long; as those lips once again found their target. A final few minutes of bonding, led up to the reality of the moment.
The room seemed to have once again fallen silent but this time there was as air about the room that I sensed meant that something even more relevant was about to take place.
I felt cold metal making contact with my cock and I knew what that meant. Mr.
Thomas was gripping my foreskin and doing God knows what with it, all the while I was still engaged with kissing this other man.
I felt the man's hands grasp the sides of my head, just before the scalpel sliced away my foreskin. The pain was short but something that I'd not wish on my worst enemy. I was thankful that I'd been strapped down; otherwise I probably would have bounced right off of the table. There was a round of applause, which I assumed was for Mr. Thomas's actions. The catheter and the metal device were removed faster than it took to put them in place.
"He's a good slave", commented Mr. Thomas above the echo of the hands clapping. "We'll see how long he can stay 'good' while I ring this slave cock and give him a cute nose ring".
Mr. Thomas wasted no time in getting a small steel tube stuck into my cock. As he prepared to stick the needle in my cock, the only thing he said to me was, "on the count of three".
He sure wasn't playing around this time, as the needle was quickly sent through my skin, making contact with the metal tube. I could feel a small amount of blood trickling out of the fresh hole in the bottom of my cock. My agony only lasted for about a minute, but it was long enough for me to scream and shout. A soft hand, rubbing my stomach and chest, seemed to be the right ingredient for getting myself back in control.
I could easily feel the ring sliding in, pushing the needle and tube out of my cock. Soon it was over and I was allowed to rest for a few minutes, while Mr. Thomas cleaned up the blood and wrapped my dick in a soft cloth. "Don't forget to change its bandage just as soon as you see any sign of blood showing through", Mr. Thomas said to somebody.
"Yes, we know... it is just like this other slave here." Master Jeb replied. The smelly liquid was swabbed inside of my nose and I knew that the worst was
yet to come. The soft hands were now on either side of my neck, rubbing in a
circular pattern as some weird feeling clamp was placed over my nasal passageways. The hands moved from my neck to my head, as I once again heard about the 'count'.
Remaining a man of his word, Mr. Thomas used some kind of a tool to crack and
push through the tough cartilage of my nose. Blood flowed like a fine wine and the pain seemed never ending; as my head remained in the vise like grip of the man behind me and I bellowed more cuss words than I ever had at any one time.
"Now, I'm just going to fit this barrel into the hole and that way the ring can be removed with ease. The bloody mess, made it easy for the 'barrel' to slide right in, followed moments later by the actual snout ring. Snot helped push the blood out, onto my upper lip, some of which found its way into my open mouth. The two hands never left my head until Mr. Thomas thought I had gotten myself back in control, again.
Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the worst was over and behind me. The applause and cheers had erupted just as soon as the hands fell
away from my head.
For the life of me, I couldn't understand why all the applause and cheering had to take place. Was this final set of piercings some kind of master/slave ritual or something?
"I think we should let it sleep for an hour or so", remarked Mr. Thomas. "It will give his body a chance to acclimate itself with all the new rings and especially the cutting."
"I suppose you're right", Master Troy said in a dishearten kind of voice. "Don't suppose you'd want to collar it first?"
"I forgot about the collar. Sure we can install the collar and then it will be all nice and 'official'." Mr. Thomas answered back.
I heard a little bit of clanking sounds, as if metal was hitting against metal. The two hands were now holding my head up just a little, while the laces of the hood were loosened just enough so that the bottom of the hood could be pulled up off of my neck.
"Best you hold it up just a little higher. It will allow for a more efficient
application of its collar and ensure that the closure is properly secured." Mr. Thomas authoritatively remarked.
There wasn't much room to maneuver me, as my arms kept the upper most part of my chest area well in check, along with the chest straps; but I don't they even fucking cared, as my body crunched up against itself.
One person was pushing my shoulders while the other carefully held my head in
place. It was an effortless task for Mr. Thomas, as he wrapped the heaviest fucking thing I'd ever felt around my neck, into place. He said something but at the moment I wasn't listening. I heard something right below my ear, like a pounding sound against metal and it was all over with. I was now ringed, cuffed and collared into my new life as a slave.
The only thing left at this point was for me to get some rest and allow my body to adjust to the 'new' me. And that's exactly what I thought they'd do, but I was once again proven wrong. Why the fuck do I even bother to think. I hardly ever get anything right these days.
The two men continued holding me up, as one of them began to remove the remaining laces from the hood; then I was laid back down on the table. I heard some commotion but was unsure what it was, but apparently it had to do with Kevin.
I felt the hood being pulled gently over my head, cautiously past the new nose ring. I could still feel some of the dried blood stuck to my face, once the hood was pulled up to eye level.
I tried to see past and through the bright overhead light, but couldn't. It felt better just to lay there and keep my eyes closed. The hood was finally gone and the sweat on my skin turned cold. For the first time I could feel my nose ring resting on my face. It wasn't what I'd expected. It was nowhere near as big as they led me to believe it would be. It just did touch the upper portion of my upper lip; but it was in fact a thick ring.
I could tell by the various conversations that the men were leaving the dungeon, except for leaving Kevin and I behind. As the room started to quiet down, the lights began to change.
The lights went totally out for a moment and then two lights came back on, slowly, very slowly. One light was directly over Kevin's bound body and the other was over mine. Neither of the two lights seemed to be very bright. The one over Kevin seemed to make Kevin's skin seem so moist and full of glitter as it reflected back into the dungeon.
I looked up at my light and it too was not all the bright, but bright enough to allow me to see a shadow on the wall, heading towards me. I wanted to keep my eyes open just to see who it was, but something deep inside of me prevented me from doing so.
Those lips, soft and full; the scent of cologne, triggered that one feeling that I hadn't known until recently. We kissed, as he stood off to the side, twisting his own body to align with mine; avoiding all contact with the nipple rings but not the nose ring.
I couldn't help but to pray his kissing me, didn't stop. His touch, his mannerisms, his all around demeanor seemed to extract every ounce of desire from within my soul. His hands now working just behind my ears, as if he had known that, that particular spot was one that all the girls used to get me worked up. It was odd, how his hands felt almost as soft as a girl, but no matter. At least he wasn't being sadistic and yanking on my freshly pierced ears.
If I had any nerve, I would have opened my eyes, to gaze upon the man who seemed to have such physical and emotional control over every inch and fiber of my body.
Even after he'd broken off our kiss, I kept my eyes closed; as if I could still feel and visualize him kissing me and touching me. My sore cock, tried to erect but the ring and fresh cutting was working against it.
I finally got courageous and opened my eyes, to see the overhead light dim even more. And then, to my astonishment, from behind me, over my face came the strangers face, once again kissing me.
I didn't, I couldn't, return the kiss for the longest time. I tried to clear out every ounce of reasoning in my brain.
His hands began making circles around each of my nipple rings, which sent me close to the edge.
I could feel the fabric of his pants against my head, including the defining bulge of his own erection; as he seemed to be rubbing it purposely against my
head, ever so slowly.
I was now struggling with a world of hurt, shame, deception and humiliation all at the same time.
I blinked my eyes over and over again, trying not to believe what they were seeing.
Ryan had been the one with the scent of cologne, fine fabric and soft hands.
A whole new world of questions, without answers flowed through my head. A pyramid of emotions ran rampant in my heart. I closed my eyes, not to avoid contact, but to hide from the world as I once knew it.
To Be Continued...
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