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North Country Chapter Seventeen
As Bill began to slip into a fitful sleep, everyone else was having a seemingly good, if not great, time poolside.
"It looks like Ryan has really started to find his way." Remarked Jeb to his brother Troy, as they continued sitting around the table, observing the two men in the pool.
"Well it certainly seems as such", replied Troy. "It has been such a long road for Ryan. How long has it been now; three years, and this is the first time
we've seen him so happy. I wonder if he's been taking out his frustrations and aggravations on the flesh at the club at these years. At least now he's got someone who, by all appearances, seems to genuinely like him. And, the best part is, that Paul is so submissive and passive when he's around Ryan. It looks like a marriage made in heaven if you ask me."
"I wouldn't go as far as saying all that", Jeb responded. "You and I both know how hard it is to find someone who you care about. Hell, if we hadn't of both found Henry, not to mention that we BOTH fell for his demeanor, we'd be in the same boat as Ryan is right now. At least Henry serves us well and we haven't had to discipline him now for over two years. Ole' Henry just keeps getting better and better, and knowing what we want, and need; and when we expect it."
"I suppose you're right Jeb", Troy came back snapping a reply with such a determination. "I wonder now, just how Paul is going to fit into the picture now that Ryan has a firm control over his brother. I suppose having a slave and a submissive lover is like having the best of two worlds."
"Don't think for a minute that Bill is easy to control". Jeb said in a rather
defensive voice. "Ryan will have a lot of work to do to convert him over to the 'other side' of living. The kid has been through a lot since he was picked up but he has a long way to go. Most of it will be a challenge for both the master AND the slave. Ryan will have to spend a great deal of time showing his love and caring for his new 'toy'; just as we've seen so many others have to endure. But since they are related by blood, it might and I emphasize 'might', not be as bad as some of the others we've assisted in breaking. Adding this guy Paul into the mix might just be the thing Ryan needs to repress a lot of his frustrations and anger. Some of the guys at the club are starting to worry about the way Ryan has been brutally attacking the volunteer 'slaves' on whip night and 'piss and shit' weekends. I think we might just be drawn into this more so now than either of us had thought."
Troy adjusted his position in the chair, spreading his legs and leaning back;
which didn't go unnoticed by Henry.
In the blink of an eye, Henry was between Troy's legs; using his mouth to slide the zipper. Troy's cock and balls were expertly extracting by using his moistened lips and soon Henry was sucking on Troy's nuts with a renewed sense of vigor and respect.
"The only thing that really bothers me though", Troy said while both of his hands were massaging Henry's scalp, "We've got to make sure that Ryan doesn't loose any single ounce for his slave. We all know how insensitive he can be and lord knows how some of his friends have been retreating from him lately. But on the other hand, I think I know what has really been fucking with his brain."
Jeb sat up straight in his chair, "What do you think it is bro?", he asked.
"Well, you know how he's gone through one guy after another... well, I think he
just hasn't found the right one all these years and I for one am hoping that
Paul just might be the one for Ryan. The only problem is that Ryan will have to tell Paul about Bill and that may just put a kick in the relationship. It's not easy having a lover AND a slave at the same time. But I also think that if continue to help and mentor Ryan through these turbulent times he'll probably come out of all of this a better person than ever before." Troy responded; as Henry now had one hundred percent of Troy's cock in his mouth and throat.
"Hey Ryan, why don't you bring your friend over and get out of the sun for awhile?" Troy hollered to the duo still hugging each other in the deep end of the pool.
As the two men climbed limberly from the pool, their erections were not only noticeable but both men had some cocks worthy of comments and praise. Neither of them were 'short changed' when it came to their penis.
Whether or not it was just now that Paul noticed Henry slurping away; but he quick stepped over to the table taking advantage of the umbrella which blocked the sunlight. Ryan walked somberly toward Jeb and Troy; while watching his latest 'beau' drop to his knees and await Ryan's stiff rod.
Ryan shuffled his chair around so that he ended up in the same position as Troy; which precipitated Paul's instant response to lick and suck Ryan's still wet cock. Both Jeb and Troy turned and smiled at Ryan, as his face started to vaguely show the signs of a content male. Two minutes later Ryan was trying to get more of his cock inside of Paul's mouth by pushing the man's head down, which brought about several gaging and choking sounds from Paul.
"Easy there Ryan, no hurry", Troy exclaimed as he'd turned his head once again to see Ryan with a scornful expression on his face.
There was a quick jolt to Troy's body and moments later, Henry was crawling over to Jeb; who was now positioned like his brother.
While Jeb and Ryan were getting blowjobs, of different degrees of experience, Troy stood up and poured himself another glass of ice tea; after which he stood behind Ryan and began to massage Ryan's shoulders, hoping to take away some of the internal struggling the man suffered with.
In short order Ryan bucked his own hips, as copious amounts of his seed flooded Paul's mouth; and probably the most thankful of the two was Paul, as his cock sucking lesson was over for now.
It was plain to see that Paul, all though gay and submissive, hadn't had much experience being with a man, sexually. Ryan pulled Paul's lips to his and gave him a rather long and deep kiss; allowing Ryan to taste his own seed as his tongue probed Paul's eager mouth.
Jeb soon deposited a sizable amount of sperm in Henry's mouth and after Henry had returned Jeb's cock to it's proper place; stood up and excused himself, going into the kitchen.
"You know, Ryan", Troy started out; "Rome wasn't built in a day and neither is a good slave made or even a great relationship. Just take each minute as a gift to treasure and every thing good will come your way. We and all your pals know that something is amiss with you and you can count on Jeb and me to help you with anything and everything we possibly can. I mean... well we've already told you that we'll keep the slave here for two weeks, and we are going to help you get the slave's room all set up and your friends are going to help you move to your new digs, so slow down and enjoy what life has given you."
The expression on Ryan's face showed up not only as being stunned by what he'd just been told; but it also began to blush with embarrassment. The only thing Ryan could do, or so he thought, was to avoid eye contact with any of the three males surrounding him.
"Ryan babe", began Paul; hey listen. It's okay if you feel you have to treat me in a way that makes you feel superior; but just keep in mind that I probably have less actually physical experience than the slave down in the basement. Give me a little time and I know that the two of us will bond is some fashion. I've been eyeing you ever since I saw you in ''Chains" bar. I've seen the way you treat those 'volunteer' slave boys and sometimes it frightens me and other times it excites me. All I ask is that you give me some time to fit in and learn your ways. I've had a fantastic day so far and I think you know it. I'd do just about anything for you, that you ask of me; so there isn't much sense in pushing things to far, to fast. I don't want to loose you, being with you or 'being yours forever' but just keep what I've said tucked away somewhere in your head."
Ryan eased Paul back, away from him and stood up; bringing Paul up as he went. Ryan gave Paul a big hug and taking his hand the two men walked away from the table; neither of them conscious of the fact that what had just transpired was to be the beginning of a long, deep, relationship.
Troy and Jeb watched in silence as Ryan had Paul sit on the edge of the pool, dangling his feet in the water. Ryan slide into the pool and quickly returned Paul's affection by sucking a fast erecting cock. With Henry observing from one of the kitchen windows, he knew that now might just be the time to fire up the grill and fix everyone a scrumptious meal. He quietly and quickly made his way poolside and lit the grill and returned with a plate full of steaks, ready to grill.
"I'm not sure what's gotten in to Henry today, but it's nice to see him acting this way. I think our little man has taken a liking to Paul... not to mention I feel he is anxiously awaiting his time with the slave in the basement", Jeb said in a quiet yet jovial tone of voice."
Troy scooted his chair closer to Jeb, saying; "do you remember what Henry said he wanted last year for his birthday, and the two of us just laughed it off. Well, maybe he'll get his wish, but don't say a word to anyone about what I'm about to tell you."
Jeb, now excited to learn something from his brother assured him that his 'lips were sealed'.
"Okay... well you know old man Foster from Maine... the guy who we got the slave
from. Well, he told me that he'd like to either send his kid back to the kid's mother or find him a 'well rounded environment' to live in. That my friend, is why he is coming down south in a few weeks. Not only does he want to meet Ryan and visit with him and the slave, but he wants to check us out and see if his boy would be willing to live with us. It's like he's going to ask his own flesh and blood if he wants to live here and to become a servant to us. AND you and I both know what that fucking means. We'd let Henry train him, use him and teach him everything that the fucking brat doesn't already know and then we'll all be able to use the twerp as our sex slave for years and years to come. Let's face facts bro; the kid has no formal education and couldn't get a fucking job unless it was picking up garbage; so living here would seem a hell of a lot nicer than what the shithead has now."
Jeb was about to say something, as he seemed so damn excited; glowing from ear to ear, but Troy put a finger to Jeb's lips and kept him silent.
"Now then dear brother, aren't you happy and surprised. I think you should be; after all the work I've done just to get Ryan's brother down here, and now have opened up the possibility of having a 'playmate' for Henry", Troy whispered in an excited, overbearing voice.
Both men looked around and discovered that Henry had slipped back into the kitchen. Jeb stood up and eased his shorts off and pulled his shirt off; and not surprised about his brother's actions, Troy once again spread his legs wide.
Jeb wasn't sucking his brother's dick for long, as Troy's cock seemed to desire something more than a warm mouth. It took less time for Jeb to pull off and turn around, kneeling on all fours than it takes to flip a fucking pancake.
Troy put a sizeable amount of spit on his hand before coating his own cock with it. Gently he eased his cock into Jeb's hole while Jeb moaned quietly. Troy could never get over how nice his brothers ass looked all puckered and so damn inviting. The actions of the brothers did not go unnoticed; as Ryan told Paul to avail his mouth to Jeb's cock.
Quietly, Paul crept over to stand momentarily in front of Jeb, before he got down, turned around and eased himself betweens Jeb's outstretched hands; placing his mouth directly under Jeb's massive physical asset. Paul, unless he raised his own head, couldn't get much of Jeb's cock in his mouth, but for now both he and Jeb seemed satisfied.
Ryan watched for a minute, maybe two; before he climbed from the pool and planed the water from his own body, something that he'd probably be having his own slave do one of these days.
Henry was coming out the door, just as Ryan was going in. Henry stepped aside, lowering his head; while maintaining a firm grip on the large tray of appetizers and condiments. "Sorry Master Ryan, excuse me for being un-attentive", Henry said with a perky glee to his voice.
"No problem Henry, I was just going to go down and check on my new slave", Ryan said with a less than enthusiastic tone to his voice.
Henry always seemed to have a knack for showing up at all the right times. I guess he somehow felt left out, seeing his two Masters engaged in a sexual activity, with another guest laying prone beneath Jeb, sucking Jeb's dick. It was enough for Henry to become overcome with jealousy as he set the tray on the table and quickly spread himself over top of Paul's cock and began a most excellent, well established rhythm of cock sucking. Troy could do no more than smile, as he knew exactly what Henry was feeling and he always wanted his Henry to feel a sense of belonging to him and Jeb. Henry had over the years, known of Troy fucking Jeb, but it wasn't something he saw often or heard either of them talking about. He just knew, from all the times he dried Jeb's ass, seeing how round and puckered Jeb's flesh was, that Jeb was taking cock more than he, Henry, was.
The four men seemed oblivious to the world and even there surroundings, as Ryan sat quietly alongside his brothers cage; staring in total awe of his one and only true love.
The new slave slept soundly, not aware of Ryan's presence, as Ryan watched the rising and falling of the slave's chest.
Ryan observed every available inch on his slave's body, noting the rings, the baldness and the huge anal plug which so prominently stood out. The cuffed hands and the scrotum weight seemed to heighten Ryan's awareness to just how far his new slave had transformed in such a short time. Ryan wondered how much more could his brother withstand, how much longer it would be, how much more grueling torment, his brother would endure before coming to believe the love of one another. Ryan was in no hurry for his brother to cross over into his new world; just as long as Ryan was in control and Ryan retained his defining love for his own flesh and blood.
There was a slight, but significant movement on the slave's part; as he moved ever so close the sides of his cage. Ryan, not anticipating such a move, was momentarily shaken; not wanting his brother to even know he was there with him. However, before Ryan joined the others; he got down against the bars, touching them ever so gently, and placed his hand on his slave's genitals. "Soon my brother, we'll be together, for eternity." Ryan slipped out of the basement with the same degree of stealth as he'd entered. Bill opened his eyes, wet with tears, trying his best to understand everything, wanting to trust people, needing to trust people and desiring to trust his brother. Both 'men' had been raised in a good home, knowing all to well that brothers are the sustaining factor in a family's life. Did Bill think that his brother was the only way he'd survive and did Ryan think that without his slave brother in his life that his own life would remain one of peril and despair? Both of the brothers seemed to have much to meditate on, but as for Bill, sleep once again overcame his need to think; and as for Ryan, his night was not even half over.
Everyone, including Paul, knew the significance of Ryan requiring Paul to sit
with Henry; while the three men talked amongst themselves. If Ryan was going to keep Paul as his lover/submissive, then Ryan would have been correct in setting up guidelines and boundaries for the two of them to follow. Confused, Ryan had told his confidants that he was going to rely heavily upon them to help guide him through this next phase of his life. Troy and Jeb accepted Ryan's request with the stipulation that 'advice given IS advice taken'.
It seemed as though Henry wasn't objecting to any of the seating arrangements on this one particular night. Although Paul had on his shorts and shirt for dinner, Henry remained bare butt naked; hoping perhaps to elicit some kind of remark from his table companion. The two 'boys' seemed to be getting along quite well, as laughing, at times, seemed to distract the topic of conversation at the main table.
When Henry got up to check on the three men, he was taken back by Paul rising up and asking to help. Both 'boys' eagerly went about fussing over the three males as if they were some kind of Greek Heros.
After the males had been 'pampered' by the two 'boys' attentiveness, they quickly got back into the theme of their ongoing discussion.
Paul even helped out in the kitchen, preparing the tray of coffee cups and desserts. Henry basked in all of the maleness which Paul seemed to emit from his naïve self; apparently not even knowing what the three men were saying about him.
Paul delivered the tray of coffee and desserts to the table and was taken quickly by the wrist and asked, "why is it that you're wearing clothes when the other 'boy' remains properly dressed?
Paul looked frightened answered Troy very simply, the with the only answer he
knew to be honest; "I didn't know that I was supposed to be naked." "Not naked, you fucking idiot! I asked you why you weren't dressed properly! Troy bellowed.
Caught by surprise, Paul had to conjure up something quick to say and luckily
for him it was the right answer. A quick look at Ryan and Paul said, "I'm sorry Sir, I wasn't aware that I was required to be dressed in such a manner."
Ryan seemed pleased that Paul was a quick study of the life of a submissive. Paul stepped back from the table, with Henry watching from behind, and stepped out of his shorts and shirt, kicking his flip flops off to one side.
The three men seemed rather pleased that Paul shucked his clothes and presented himself naked.
"A meal or even a beverage is best served by a boy who is properly dressed and not carrying the stench of the world with him. There's nothing worse than to have a meal or beverage and have to endure the smell of the world on a 'boy'. That young man is why you should always stay properly dressed when at home or with your man or master which ever the case may be", added Jeb with no less enthusiasm.
Paul for the very first time seemed to feel humiliated. And I'm sure that the
purpose of the little sermon was indeed to make him feel rather ashamed; for at least not knowing that much about a master/slave relationship.
Paul quickly turned away, seeking solace from Henry; not to mention that his own cock was once again started to rise. Henry motioned him over to the other table; but the action was quickly halted by Troy.
"Henry, damn YOU! How many times have you been told not to motion using your fucking head like that. Get your fucking ass over here and take this 'thing' away from our table."
Moving like his feet were on fire, Henry came up and took a firm grip on Paul's cock and pulled him back to where they were a 'safe distance' from the males.
Time seemed to stand still for Paul, as he tried to comprehend the error he'd just made. Henry stood silently, knowing that his masters were either really upset or else they were just demonstrating to Ryan the proper way that they themselves trained him.
Finally Ryan stood up and beckoned for Paul to come forward. Paul moved near the speed of light; fearing another outburst from one of the males.
"Paul, you know how much I care about you. You've been a blessing in disguise; in the worst time of my life. Now I want to return your kindness", Ryan said to his new beau.
Ryan stood up and picked Paul up, carrying him like a baby; back to the table where he and Henry had eaten their evening meal. As gently as possible, Ryan laid Paul on the table, on his back. Ryan quickly and fastidiously arranged Paul so that his pucker hole was just beyond the edge of the table.
As Ryan got between Paul's legs, pushing the ankles up and back, he saw a look on Paul's face that he couldn't discern. He looked caringly into Paul's eyes trying to decipher the meaning floating across Paul's face.
Paul turned his head, briefly, to see Jeb, Troy and Henry coming closer.
"Now Paul, I think you must know what is about to happen. I won't go through with this unless you tell me that you really want this to occur. You have nothing to fear or be ashamed of. All of us here know that you are still a virgin. I do not intend to cause you undue pain and distress; but you know that taking your virginity is not a pain free experience", Ryan said in such a way as to calm any nervousness of the flesh which lay open before him.
"You are so fortunate", Jeb starting in the moment Ryan stopped talking, "that Ryan is a loving and caring person. You two have spoken your thoughts over the weeks you've known each other and by now I'm guessing that you are ready to become Ryan's friend/lover/'boy'. It is a commitment that must be taken very seriously. It is a life filled with love and hope. It also is a life filled whereby many demands will be placed upon you. Not only will you give up your virginity here tonight, but you will also give up most of what you've accepted in life's journey, be it physical, mental, emotional and monetary." Jeb waited for a few seconds for his words to sink in before continuing. Giving up such freedoms is something that you've decided that you are willing to do; just for the simple fact that you've always been at 'Chains' and not those frilly, girly, fag bars in the city. You knew what to expect because that is what your mind told you that you wanted it, needed it and desired it. I commend you on maintaining your virginity up to this point. It is not often that a man such as yourself is able, let alone, capable of doing so. There have been, I'm sure, many times whereby others would have liked to fuck you and you rejected those advances; which shows your personal commitment towards your own future."
Paul was all awash with emotions as he processed the words spoken to him by Jeb and Ryan. He knew that his life, some what like Ryan's, wouldn't be complete unless he made this commitment to his lover. He knew his world was going to change drastically and immediately the moment he got impaled on Ryan's cock.
Troy was running his fingers through Paul's hair, as Ryan was gently smoothing the pubic hairs that spawned abundantly around the man's endowment. Just from the excitement of having his fingers so close to Paul's cock, encouraged Ryan to begin the deflowering ceremony.
With the patience of Job and the thoughtfulness of a good master, Ryan slowly
began pressing his staff against the rose colored entrance of Paul's rectum.
Troy continued mussing with Paul's hair, as Jeb moved his mouth over one of Paul's nipples and began to heighten the sensual experience with his tongue. What Paul couldn't see or feel, was the moist lips belonging to Henry starting to engulf Troy's cock.
The sparkling eyes of Paul and Ryan merged, as if uniting as one, just as the
head of Ryan's penis penetrated the outer ring of Paul's ass. No sooner had Paul overcome the initial discomfort; the lips left his nipple, the hand left his head; leaving only the two love struck men to consummate their relationship.
Even mother nature cooperated, not even allowing a single sound from her earthly creatures to spoil the time the two men were docked in this wonderful time in their lives. It was as if the earth fell silent and still; as the two men exchanged soft caring words of their expression of love for one another.
That is one thing that Ryan knew and highly respected. And he of all people was not going to simply ruin Paul by ravaging his asshole. Whipped or gang fucking some poor kid at 'Chains' was one thing; but the here and now brought out only the best of Ryan, to which his friends and mentors knew all to well had been buried deep within Ryan's soul. Yet, his friends and mentors surrounding him now; also knew that Ryan had even more tough days ahead of him as he would also have to dig deep to discover his feelings for his own flesh and blood.
Minutes which seemed endless, concluded in a triumphant celebration as Ryan's
seed found its way into Paul's body. Both men, now covered in sweat, smiled at each other; as Ryan lowered himself onto Paul's torso, both men breathing rapidly, accepting the fact they both had just made a seemingly simple act of
sex turn into a moment of devotion and respect.
There were congratulatory high fives, hugs and kisses amongst all of the men,
including the new 'boy' Paul; as he was helped off of the table top by Ryan and Henry.
However wonderful the experience and moment, there was still one breathing body in the basement that was in need of its master. Ryan asked Henry to prepare a 'respectable' meal for the slave; as he continued to fawn over Paul.
Paul was well aware of the next step, which sure as heck wasn't going to be a 'wedding reception'. Troy, Jeb and Ryan continued to chat away like a bunch of old hens, including Paul in their talk, who remained rather silent.
Henry came out with a bowl and scooped up large amounts of the leftovers which they hadn't eaten at dinner and gave it to Ryan.
Ryan took the bowl, and then gave Paul a kiss; assuring him that everything was going to be okay and not to worry. As Ryan neared the kitchen door, Paul was back on the table, being tied down, and spreadeagled; with the last glance through the window showing Henry using a scissor to clip away the bush of youth, which once hid the fullness of Paul's cock.
Filled with emotion, Ryan wasn't concerned about anyone hearing his footsteps as he bounced down the stairs. Once the light was turned on, Ryan could see his slave moving about, on his side, trying to maintain some level of comfort.
Unlocking the cage, Ryan moved quickly to release his slave's bound legs and arms. Even with his hands covered in leather mitts, the slave found comfort in rubbing the sore and aching limbs on his body.
Ryan sat next to the slave and began helping by rubbing the legs with vigor. Ryan's slave, being a male, responded to these actions by showing signs of an erection; which seemed to delight Ryan.
Ryan remained silent, throughout this process; simply observing his brother, knowing all to well that soon the two of them were going to have 'the talk' which had to take place between the two of them.
As the slave 'boy' began to show signs that his limbs were back to normal, Ryan eased the slave back onto the mat; lifting up the legs, and placing the ankles on his own shoulders.
Reaching forward Ryan took a firm hold on the butt plug and slowly began to extract it from the quivering confines of the slave's ass. Ryan was quite amazed at how well the plug had done its job; expanding the sphincter muscle, allowing him to see the bright pink innards of the slave's body.
The slave seemed to have grown used to having the plug up its ass, as there appeared not one shred of discomfort or anguish when the plug was pulled out. Ryan knew that the two of them would bond soon enough, but for now, Ryan would find something else to do with his fist.
Setting the plug aside, Ryan set about untying the back of the hood and eased it off of the slave; watching his brother's eyes blink and get re-acquainted with the light. There was a moment when Ryan realized that the slave could strike out at him and try to escape the basement chamber; but that thought faded fast, as soon as Bill recognized his brother and proceeded to drape his hands and arms around his master.
Ryan's emotional level peaked, not knowing what the significance of the moment was depicting. Was his brother just glad to see him, or was there some underlying cause for the slave to embrace his master.
To Be Continued...
p.s. I'll get back to longer chapters now that we're back
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