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North Country Chapter Sixteen
As we approached the pool area, I was surprised, even delighted to see Kevin and Ray in the pool; splashing around like two grown teenagers. Their laughter filled the air with a sense of security and profound happiness.
I noticed the two Masters, along with Kevin's father all sitting around one of the tables, under the umbrella; saving themselves a case of sunburn. Henry was at another table, dabbling around with whatever it was he was screwing with.
Master Ryan led me directly over to Henry, leaving me there for who knows what; while he joined the other men, savoring a cold glass of tea.
"One of the things a slave needs daily is a regular facial slave and it appears that everyone has either forgotten about yours; or else they just 'assumed' that such a chore would fall upon me", Henry said in a not so nice tone of voice.
I had to kneel there, facing the pool; watching others enjoying a brief respite from the master/slave situation, while Henry lathered up my face and head with globs of shaving cream. Henry must have done this a million times; as he made quick work of it.
After I'd thought he was finished with me, Henry once again surprised me by commanding me to open my mouth. Taken back by his command, I turned to look at
him. I saw him standing alongside of me with a toothbrush, layered in toothpaste.
"Just another chore I've been saddled with today", Henry commented; as he saw
the puzzled look on my face. "And don't even think of asking, a slave such as you, in training, is not allowed to do anything for itself."
Sadly, I had no alternative but to open my mouth and allow Henry access to my
teeth. I hadn't even thought about it, but indeed it had been a long time since I brushed them. Henry was no slouch when it came to brushing my teeth. He wasn't gentle in the least. But, perhaps that was a good thing. At least he was able to get them nice and white again, before he set about flossing them. I tasted a little bit of blood during the flossing but I attributed it to the length of time between my regular oral hygiene.
"There you go 'boy', all nice and smooth and brushed. Now you may, for a few minutes join the other slave in the pool and enjoy a moment or two of relaxation", Henry spoke in a less than authoritarian voice. "You might find that the chlorine in the water will sting against your freshly cut dick, but afterwards I'll tend to your rings anyway. And I'll have to add your new ball stretcher, so you crawl along now and have a good time."
I crawled cautiously over to the pool steps and then eased myself into the pristine water. Henry was right; the chlorine did in fact sting. Kevin scrambled over to my side, rubbing my shoulders and back in a friendly sort of way saying, "it's okay... this is our free time... speech is permitted."
"Thanks Kev, but I'm not used to speaking much over the last few weeks. My world has been turned upside down and I'm having to deal with a lot of emotions and physical changes. I think I'll just sit here on the steps and soak up some sunshine."
Kevin returned to Ray, leaving me to sit in solitude; gripping with a nagging
sense of lowered self-esteem. I could hear the men sitting there, having a good laugh about something or someone; but I wasn't distracted from my own personal thoughts.
Later on, Henry came and collected me from the pool; returning me to his table. At least I had enough time to sort out some of my feelings and it seemed to ease my knotted up stomach.
At the table, I knelt, as Henry went about cleaning my rings and circumcision
site. He mentioned that leaving the gauze off while I was outside would aid in the healing process; for which I was thankful.
'Here is your new stretcher", Henry said, holding up a chunk of steel. It looked to be about a half inch wide, and as thick as my cinch band. "I'll have to work those nuts of yours down quite abit if I'm to get this around the sac. It normally isn't done with a new slave but they require me to fit it on you. So don't go fussing and yelling, because I know just how much its going to pain you. I had to wear one for a year until my balls stretched almost five inches."
Henry put two fingers around my nuts and began a slow and methodical process of pulling the available skin down towards the ground. Every once in awhile I could feel him trying to trap my nuts below the steel band, but he had a ways to go before the band would fit decently. I even heard the metal of the band, clanking up against the steel of my cinch ring and wondered just how much more my abused balls could take.
Finally after what seemed like eternity, Henry was able to place the stretcher around my sac without pinching any skin or interfering with my cinch ring. He even went so far as to show me the hex key that he was to use to secure the two ends together and that just about sealed the fate of my nuts for sometime to come; or so I thought.
Henry reached back towards the table, sticking his hands back into the cardboard box; and I heard the unmistakable sound of metal banging. "I'm not done yet 'boy', just in case you were wondering."
Out came two small sections of chain and four odd looking oblong things; which Henry immediately affixed to the ball stretcher. The added weight, at least to me, seemed to aggravate my nuts even more.
The next time his hands came out of the box, Henry was holding something that
looked like a mushroom, but thousands of times larger. "This is your new weight. It is heavy and you'll just have to bare the brunt of the pain and discomfort. It is covered in a poly something or other, but it will still have a tendency to bruise your inner thighs." In nothing flat, Henry had attached it to the two chains hanging from the stretcher. I had to grit my teeth and let out a 'uuggghhh', as the weight became unbearable.
This was only one of the two or three times that I'd ever seen Henry with a smile on his face. "Not done yet, my little 'boy'. I've already told you that I'll be the one working with you during the daylight hours, so you'll just have to resign yourself to accepting everything that I teach you; AND BESIDES, Master Ryan has left strict orders for everything that is to be forthcoming."
Lengths, varying in size, came out from the box. My wrists were now attached to my collar, from behind my back. And as uncomfortable as it was, not to mention painful; Henry attached a chain to each of my ankle cuffs and bent my feet up towards my back, fixing the chain to the wrist cuffs. Now I had to bear the full weight of my body, solely on my knees; which being on a concrete pool deck was not the most pleasant experience.
Henry stood directly in front of me, as if waiting on something, saying "tomorrow, we won't have such delays; now will we. You've apparently forgotten something of most importance, for which I will tend to tomorrow; but right now we need to get you back to your training. NOW, UNZIP MY SHORTS AND TAKE MY COCK!" he screamed, loud enough for everyone around to hear.
"Sorry Sir, I was just adjusting myself trying to maintain a balance", I replied thinking that Henry would buy my excuse.
I was getting much better at using my teeth to expose a freeman's cock; and it wasn't long before I had his soft dick laying restfully on my tongue. Moments later, Henry's piss began to fill my mouth. After satisfying Henry's needs, I was ordered to move myself over to the other table. For the life of me, I wasn't sure if I could do it; the way I was all trussed up, like a thanksgiving turkey.
The twenty foot distance, was slowly overcome; but with several occasions where I almost fell over. The grittiness of the pool deck was mincing the flesh on my knees. Thankfully, Henry was alongside of me just for nothing more than a bit of self-assurance.
The first person to beckon for my mouth was Kevin's father; and he wasn't to shy to splay his legs apart so that I could crawl in between them and lower my mouth to his staff.
After I'd consumed all of the men's piss, Master Troy summoned the teens from
the pool and Kevin was then ordered to step up and relieve himself. It wasn't until Ray's cock was in my mouth that Ray decided to put on a bit of a show for the grown-ups.
Taking a firm but not harsh grip on my ear rings, Ray began to 'preach' to Kevin. "Now Kev, this is the proper way to accept my cock the next time I need to piss. As my 'boy' you should be thankful for every drop of piss that I give to you. Consider it a 'gift'. You should take lessons from this worthless human, and perhaps you'll even better his efforts. I'm sure your father would agree that you will need as much, if not more, training than this slave; just for the reason being your youthful age. You've not much practical experience in pleasing a male, other than an occasional hand job and one or two quick blowjobs. I'm taking your fathers offer and work for him around his home this summer and for however long he wishes me to. Every dime I earn, I'm going to turn it back into something for you. You need so many wonderful, pleasurable, painful things that I can't begin to describe them all. You've seen how this slave eagerly accepts a real cock in his mouth and soon he will crave them and not be able to let a day pass that he doesn't get cock in his mouth or up his slave ass. You'd like lots of cock to... wouldn't you 'boy'."
Kevin just knelt there alongside his father, expressionless and silent. I could tell by the way Ray had spoken to him that he probably knew more of Kevin's wants and desires more than anyone else.
I was almost certain that the heavy weight on my balls was going to render my
sperm making abilities null and void. As if the heavy rings on my ears, tits and cock weren't enough I had to now suffer the indignity of moving everywhere with my nutsack weighted down. The longer I knelt, motionless, the more strain I felt; which even surpassed the ever present butt plug up my shitter.
It seemed that the men at camp and Kevin had put me on a pathway, irreversible, into a world that I'd not known before; but perhaps a world that I could survive in, tolerate and perhaps even accept. I wasn't sure how, or even if, any of my thinking was proper and appropriate; but it was my thought process at that very moment.
I was startled out of my 'daymare', by the sound of the song "Dixie"; which as it turned out was coming from my old cellphone. I listened intently as Master Ryan carried on a conversation with the other person. Thankfully it wasn't one of my friends trying to contact me. Immediately after Master Ryan disconnected, he addressed the group of men.
"Damn, I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but I am. That was the dude from Maine. He just called to let me know that everything there was fine and that he'd already heard from the two men who took the one guy overseas. According to him; they've already removed the guy's nuts, rendered his vocal cords useless and branded him. The best part is that the guy has to stay impaled on some wooden pole most of the time. And he also mentioned the young kid from the grocery store. He said the kid has been kicking and screaming ever since some birthday party."
Master's Jeb and Troy filled in the who's and what's to Master Ryan and Kevin's father; as the two young teenagers listened with open minds and mouths.
"And", Kevin added, "the guy said that come fall him and his son would drive down in their new car and pay us a visit."
Everyone seemed pleased at the news and Master Troy said something rather 'off the wall' about the man's son. "Wouldn't it be nice if we had an opportunity to have the kid stay with us? I'm betting that we could turn him into a first class cock sucker and shit eater." Everyone laughed in agreement.
Moments later, the sound of a horn honking could be heard coming from the front of the house.
"Damn near forgot", Master Ryan chimed up; "I forgot to mention that I took the liberty of inviting someone over for the afternoon. I hope you don't mind."
Before Master Ryan got a reply, Kevin's father stood and said it was time for
him to go; and that he'd be taking Kevin home as well. Ray was invited to accompany the two, to which Ray excitedly accepted.
"I guess, unless Kevin wants to ride home in the nude, he'd better think about riding in the trunk of the car." Kevin's father said with great pleasure, "I'm sure the short ride won't disturb his butt plug, which by the way; I'll purchase a replacement for it and have Ray bring it up to you."
All the men shook hands, as Henry scampered through the house to greet my guest at the front door. Ray and Kevin's dad walked around the side of the house, with Kevin crawling behind; and I could just imagine if it was me, that had to ride in the trunk of a car.
Seconds later, Henry stepped out of the back door followed by a man, who at first I thought I recognized. Ryan went over and greeted his buddy and as the three males came closer; I did in fact recognize the guest. He used to be one of my co-workers; but what struck me the most was how in the hell did Master Ryan know of him.
At first the man, Paul, seemed not to recognize me either. I guess by the way I used to look, compared to now; it would be difficult for most of my acquaintances to know me anymore. What got me the most was, it was the first time that I'd ever seen Ryan kiss another man.
Paul and I didn't work side by side; but we used to see each other as we passed along the many corridors at work or sat in the lunch room.
He didn't have time to say much about me as Henry was quick to place a glass of ice tea in his hand.
There was a brief amount of greetings and small talk amongst the men; but Paul kept glancing over in my direction and I was certain that he'd recall who I was at any moment.
"Let's get into the pool", Master Ryan said to Paul; and they both shucked off their clothes and jumped bare ass naked into the warm water.
From my position and posture, I was able to get an occasional glance at the two in the pool. There seemed to be more to the 'friendship' than met the eye. They were constantly hugging and kissing; arms and hands going up and down each others body like worms on a fish hook. Their actions didn't go unnoticed by Master Jeb, who commented to his own brother that there might be some sort of 'romance brewing'.
Why on earth, WHY, would Ryan want me around if in fact he and Paul were close? What, if anything has Ryan said to him, about me? Is Ryan taunting me with his latest fuck buddy? Or is Ryan just waiting to see if Paul finally recognizes me as one of his former co-workers?
Miracles kept on coming, thank goodness, as Henry came and collected me for the journey downstairs. As difficult as it was, to move forward; I was glad to be away from the pool area. If Master Ryan had anymore 'surprises' for me, they'd have to wait until later.
The near fatal fall I had on the steps, was only the beginning of the night's
activities. Henry was able to break my fall and offer well intentioned advice on how I should move up and down the stairs. The weight dangling from my balls seemed to be the culprit of all of my movements; but I finally made it down the stairs with only a few minor bumps and ensuing bruises; mostly to my ego.
Henry got me into my cage, put the leather mitts back on my hands and even placed the leather hood over my head; before locking me inside. He said that a good rest before the evening meal and my training would help to 'bolster the enthusiasm of the others'. Some times I thought that Henry was talking in riddles, not coming out directly and telling me everything; but I already knew by now, that there was no need for me to know the future; just the present and
the past.
I found my way over to the thin mattress and had to rest my head on the bars of my cage, so that I'd have a little leverage as I eased myself down. It took a minute or two just to find a 'comfortable' position in which to lay. I was sure that my comfort was the furthermost thing from anyone's mind, but my own.
I couldn't do much of anything except to hone my senses and to think through the events of the day.
The most prevalent thoughts always turned back to Ryan. So many questions, that I wanted to ask him; but now was neither the time nor place. I'd bide my time, and ask once I got home.
I was really concerned about the two who'd been removed from the camp; wondering if in fact, if they were both really as bad off as Master Ryan made it out to be.
And what of Kevin and Ray, did either of them really know what they were getting themselves into, or are they just going through some experimental stage in their lives.
Henry, what about him, is he just a man servant around here. Is there any possible way that he's more than what I perceive him to be.
Master's Jeb and Troy; what can I say. I like Master Jeb and his way of talking to me. Master Troy seems to be the more provoking sort of man compared to any others I'd ever met. He always leaves me with the impression that he is waiting, like a jungle cat, to pounce on the first thing he finds me doing in error.
Least I not forget Paul. The only thing I can think of; is Paul and Ryan must
have met in one of the gay bars. I'm only assuming it was in the one that Mr. Thomas and Michael go to, along with Master's Troy and Jeb. Sure seems a bit funny that I never pegged Paul as being gay, let alone into the master/slave lifestyle; for the few years that we knew each other. And what are they talking about this very minute. If I was a betting man, I'd have to say they were discussing none other than me.
To Be Continued...
p.s. sorry it is a short chapter, but perhaps it will allow the reader time to ponder the same questions as our new 'boy' is struggling with....
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