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North Country Chapter Eighteen
I was never so happy to see Ryan, as he slipped the hood from my face. He looked as if he'd been set aglow with a huge sense of pride; as I pondered what he might be thinking at this very moment.
Still with much to understand, learn and 'accept', I was truly thankful that he had also removed the anal invader. If it was one thing I didn't want, it was that heavy fucking black plug up my ass. I really didn't want anything up my butt, but compared to the fuckings I'd been forced to take, the plug was the worst of them all.
I didn't even realize that I was crying, as I held my arms firmly around Ryan's body; resting my head on his shoulder.
My mind shook as Master Ryan pushed me away, saying "are you not supposed to be in your 'presentation posture', or do you think you are something special".
I must have looked like a sad puppy dog, as I quickly turned away from Master Ryan and assumed my rightful position; allowing him to see my exposed and gaping ass, up close and personal.
"That's more like it boy", Master Ryan said, now with a whimsical tone. "I don't suppose the slave is hungry, or is he?"
All I could do was to nod my head in the affirmative, allowing Master Ryan to see my response.
"All right then, I suppose you've earned a meal. Turn around here and let's see what we can do about feeding you."
I turned slowly on my hands and knees, until I was once again facing in Master Ryan's direction. "Sit on your heels slave and look at me", Master Ryan quietly commanded.
I slowly raised my head, until our eyes made contact.
"I guess I could remove your mitts, but I think not. I'd rather spend the time feeding you myself, since you made such a fucking stink this morning. But I can see that we still have a tremendous amount of work to do until you fucking get it right. Now slave, where the fuck are your paws supposed to be?"
I knew Master Ryan didn't want any excuse, and I wasn't thinking clearly yet myself; but I did move my hands to the back of my head, which must have been the response Master Ryan was looking for. Using his fingers, Master Ryan feed me; and the food was delightful and healthy. The meal was feed to me in silence, and I wasn't rushed into eating it either. I could tell that Master Ryan was enjoying this part of his day; just by the gleam in his eyes and the slight smile on his face. But, as always, I knew that there was more behind the gleam and smile than I'd wanted to know.
Before I was finished the meal, Master Troy's two dogs came bouncing into the dungeon and immediately went to smelling and licking my body; every conceivable inch that was exposed. Their actions brought out a bit of a laugh from Master Ryan, when the largest of the two, was sniffing my butt like he was in heat or something. I felt the only saving grace to the situation was when Master Ryan gave each of the dogs a taste of my dinner and then told them to 'go
sit'.
With the last bit of dinner going down my throat, Master Ryan eased two and then three of his fingers into my mouth; "now be a good boy and suck your Master's fingers clean, since I was good enough to allow you to eat like a human and not from a bowl like one of these fucking dogs."
After I'd cleaned his fingers, Master Ryan hooked a finger in the ring on the back of my collar and led me out into the dungeon's training area.
There, I was quickly hauled to my feet and my wrists and ankles were once again fastened to some fairly large chains. I wasn't sure what Master Ryan had intentions of doing next, until I heard the soft whir of an electric motor; which just so happens was pulling the chains outward and my wrists were also being pulled up.
At first I thought I was going to be torn into five pieces, left to bleed to death; but the motor stopped just as the tips of my toes were about to leave the hard concrete floor.
I watched with uncertainty, as my brother went over to one of the large wooden chests and returned with what looked like a plastic bag that one gets after making a purchase at the grocery store. The bag was bulging, but I had no idea from what.
Master Ryan laughed, as he draped the bag over my cock, allowing it to hang from my cinch ring. It wasn't heavy, just bulky; but the added pressure was enough to elicit some pain from my weighted nuts.
With his left hand he began to massage the area surrounding my right nipple; while his right hand was digging around in the plastic bag.
All to soon, the massaging stopped and I saw what looked like, a handful of miniature black clothespins in his right hand. Using his left hand, Master Ryan gathered up a little bit of my flesh, about two inches away from my nipple ring and quickly snapped one of those clothespins onto my flesh. I left out a yelp; which seemed not in the least to distract Master Ryan from his determination. One by one, the clothespins were installed on tiny folds of my flesh, until there was a complete circle encompassing my ringed tit.
Master Ryan took several steps back, and commented that the circle of pins was about as perfectly round as 'humanly possible'. The pain was now subsiding, but it left me with a dull ache; as it combined with the ache of my nipple piercing. My eyes never made contact with Master Ryan's face; but I was transfixed on watching every movement his arms and hands made. I had expected, and who wouldn't have, that Master Ryan was going to 'decorate' my remaining nipple; but I was wrong, at least for now.
Using both of his hands, Master Ryan lifted up my nipple ring and began twinking the tiny bit of flesh that was at the very tip of my tit. God only knows why, but my cock painfully started to respond to his actions.
During the moment or two that I had to 'enjoy' my brother's tender action, I thought that once again Ryan was trying to help me adjust to my new world; but that all came crashing down as he placed another one of those tiny clothespins over the nipple flesh and allowed it to close rather quickly.
I bounced so hard that my toes left the ground, and the weight stretching my nuts rebounded so hard that a pain shot up into my gut, way past my belly button. My scream was met by a resounding slap to my face; which sent me from screaming, into a non-stop crying mode.
Thankfully Master Ryan allowed me a minute or two to get myself under control; but even that wasn't without some form of degradation. The snot that was running out of my nose, was collected on the side of Master Ryan's index finger and then the finger was inserted in my mouth.
After the smile had subsided from his face, Master Ryan swiftly adorned my remaining nipple with those nasty clothespins, which like the first one caused me to become insane with pain, when the last one was in place. Even the dogs came up to me, to look and seemed to make a weird sound as I thrashed around, causing the pain to increase and my nuts to beg for mercy. I could have sworn that the smallest of the dogs had actually licked the shaft of my dick.
The 'thunderous' sound of feet on the stairs, and then the word "OUT", sent the two dogs scurrying into a far corner of the room; as Master's Troy and Jeb entered the dungeon. Compliments were paid to Master Ryan on his efforts to encircle each nipple.
"I don't see the harm in allowing the slave to see himself in a mirror", Master Jeb said as he pulled a full length mirror up and leaned it against the wall. I couldn't believe that my own brother was finding pleasing, and yes, Pride in causing me pain and anguish; but he did in fact make nearly perfect circles around each of my nipples.
Before a word was said, if in fact one was, Master Jeb took a position in front of me on my right side and Master Troy similarly took a position on my left side.
All I could do was to stare straight ahead at the mirror, as the two men started reaching for the plastic bag. I even saw Master Ryan walk behind me, and then seem to disappear from view.
I quickly discovered that the bag held more than just the 'small' clothespins. I watched as each man rummaged in the bag, pulling out handfuls of standard size clothespins; which sent a wave of terror though me like a hot knife through butter.
As if it was all rehearsed, each Master began to pinch and apply a clothespin to my underarm; half way between my elbow and my armpit. I watched in pain and fear, as the line of clothespins worked closer and closer to my pits. Still, not a word was spoken between the three men.
I felt the weight stretching my scrotum move around, which caused me to wonder what, was happening. I turned my gaze downward, in the mirror, to see Master Ryan looping what appeared to be a bungee cord around the weight and proceed to put each of the bungee cord hooks into the corresponding ankle restraint.
I knew then that even the slightest movement of my toes would send a tidal wave of pain rushing into my gut. For the first time, I began to sweat profusely.
A pinch and a quick sharp pain in my right thigh sent me reeling. I couldn't withhold my vocal objections to this torment any longer and I began belching out every conceivable foul word I knew; in hopes that these men would cease their torture.
Well, it temporarily caused the three Master's to withhold the application of
any more clothespins, but it brought about yet another horror.
After being yelled at and screamed to; Master Troy walked out of the dungeon,
leaving Ryan standing directly in front of me, staring me right in the face showing me his eyes where I could only denote a sense of sadness.
Ryan stepped aside, as Master Troy returned. The look in Master Troy's eyes could only mean one thing...trouble... for me.
His left hand came up and took hold of my jaw, squeezing it for all it was worth; and my mouth involuntarily opened. This was the precise response Master Troy was hoping to obtain; as his right hand came up, holding a plastic bottle. He shoved the tip of the bottle into my mouth and squeezed it with the force of Hercules; sending solid streams of liquid soap into my mouth.
I gagged, spit and choked, as Master Troy stepped back and to the side. My body shook and shuddered. My toes left the ground, as the chains began to rattle; and my balls felt as if they were being torn from my crotch. Every single one of the fucking clothespins seemed to have picked up on my gyrations and sent wave after wave of pain coursing through every fiber of my being.
And, adding insult to injury, Master Jeb took a clothespin and clamped it over my nose; sealing off any hope of air, not to mention adding pain to my already fragile septum ring.
The one or two times that my eyes were open and able to see the mirror; I could have sworn that I was emitting soap bubbles from my mouth, while I tried in vain to either swallow the soap or spit it out.
Worst of all, I think, was the dogs came running up and began barking and snarling at me; leaving me with the impression that at any minute I'd be missing a piece of flesh.
I had no idea how long they left me to fend off the effects of the soap, but it was to long if you'd have asked me.
Finally Master Ryan produced a sports bottle with a flexible straw and I was finally allowed to wash out the remnants of the soap; which quickly got me to settle down.
Once more the dogs were sent to the corner, which was an added relief; but I knew that I still wasn't clear of the torment the three Masters had planned on providing, and I was positive now, more than ever, that my latest tirade would add fuel to their fires of pleasure and pain.
Then, it was as if nothing had happened as the three returned to their work of adding more clothespins on my body. There was several, I think, occasions when Master Ryan stuck a cotton ball under my nose and whatever was saturating the cotton was quickly inhaled. It caused my heart to race and my brain became light headed; but it sure helped to dissipate the pain and suffering I was being put through.
I don't remember to much of the activities, once they started having me sniff the cotton balls; but I do know that there was a lot of crying and sniffling on my part. I think the one thing that still sticks in my mind was the mere fact that when they'd finished with me, they all apparently needed some libation; which left me in the dark, except for one solitary light shining brightly above my head. And, no; I wasn't released from the chains. I was left to hang there like a side of beef in a butcher shop, as Master Ryan put it; "to contemplate life's wonderful beginnings".
I was in such a daze from the torment that I hadn't the strength to raise my head and look in the mirror. I barely had enough energy to weep, let alone to
'contemplate'.
Some time later, the lights came to life; rather brightly, accompanied by the
voices of many. There seemed to be a great deal of interest in me, from the Master's, Henry and now Paul.
Henry came over and lifted up my chin, gazing into my eyes. "He's fine, just a bit fatigued from all of his excitement."
I struggled to keep my head upright, and the first thing I was able to focus on was Paul. He'd been completely body shaved and his hair was now nothing more than an old fashion crew cut. His skin glistened in the light, apparently having been oiled down. I knew from the expression on his face, that he had been told who I was; or better yet, who I used to be. He had a beautiful smile and a voice to match it; as he came up to me and kissed me on my lips saying "I'm so happy that we're going to be one big happy family now. I've wanted to tell you for so long, but now we both know... don't we."
As he stepped aside, I got the first view of myself in the mirror. There was a row of clothespins from mid way up my arms, passed my pits and down the entire side of my torso. My inner thighs were also lined with a row of the nasty clothespins. Every available scrap of loose skin on my nuts and cock had been covered with them as well. The fresh pink scab of my circumcision seemed to add a bit of 'color' to the whole thing. The more I looked at myself, the more I began to feel the throbbing of all the nerve endings involved.
What I didn't know, until it was to late... was just how fucking painful everything would be when the clothespins were removed. The first to go were the five or six which had been affixed to the head of my cock, which nearly sent my threshold of pain through the damn roof.
I guess I should have been thankful that Master Ryan cleared them all off of my cock and balls first, which only left about one hundred more to go.
The master's were taking their respective positions, to remove the pins, as Paul came crawling up to me. I could see Henry behind him, wearing a big smile; staring me right in the face.
Before the next clothespin was removed, Paul had his mouth around both of my balls, sucking them passionately. If it hadn't been for the large ring in my cock head, maybe he'd have been nursing that pain away as well.
Odd at first, but the sensation of his mouth working my nuts didn't seem to me to be all that significant; but then I realized that he was still working against the nut stretcher; not to mention the bungee cord to the ankles.
From the way the three men were working, it was easy to see that they were going in the reverse manner in which they'd put the clothespins on in the first place. This meant, yikes, the nipples were the last area to have them removed.
There are no words to describe the pain, as the blood returned to my pecs. There seemed to be some kind of electrical charge pulsing through my chest as the pins were removed; but I at least had learned a valuable lesson and didn't utter a single, solitary, word of defiance.
When it was all over with, and the bungee cord was removed; Henry stepped up and began to work soothing oil into my skin. Henry seemed to have 'magic' fingers as the soreness dissipated rapidly. He seemed to be a content servant to Master's Jeb and Troy; but I still couldn't understand his role in this household.
The whir of the motor started up again, and as the chains started to slacken, Henry and Paul grabbed me under my arms and led me over to the padded table; where they quickly had me on my back, as the three masters quickly set my arms and legs into the restraints; once again placing me at everyone's mercy.
Ryan leaned over my face and before I knew it we were kissing one as if it was a normal thing to be doing. Master Ryan was holding my head, as we both darted our tongues into each others mouth; savoring even the smallest possible bit of saliva.
While we kissed, someone (thankfully) removed the weight from my nuts. I began to feel the beginnings of an erection when, presumably Henry, began to massage my sore balls with his oil.
There was movement in the chains attached to my ankles and once more I found myself being splayed open; exposing my anal entrance to all; but I wasn't so abashed by this display, as I'd been all of the other times. At least I was still locked onto Master Ryan's face.
After Ryan had pulled himself away, I heard Master Troy say rather quietly and most politely..."If you want, you and yours can leave by the basement door. That way you can stay as long as you wish." "Yes, thanks", replied Master Ryan. "We won't be that long anyway, but perhaps it best if we not disturb you all when we leave."
That said, Master Troy and Jeb went upstairs, followed by Henry; who dutifully kept a safe distance behind the masters, with his own head lowered out of respect.
I can't explain exactly how or what happened next. I mean, I know what happed but the way in which it all went down is what really took me by surprise.
They both went into the other room, I guess over by the laundry tub or somewhere; as I could faintly here water running.
Upon their return they each carried a bowl of water, and some wash clothes.
Although the lights continued to block most of my vision, I could see Master Ryan explaining to Paul the proper way to tend to my fresh piercings. Paul was on one side of me, opposite Master Ryan; and Paul worked hand in hand with Ryan as they each cleaned my nipple rings. After my ear rings were cleaned and antiseptic had been applied, Master Ryan allowed Paul to clean my nose ring, which really hurt; but not to the point that I would complain.
From my nose ring, both males went directly to my Prince Albert; and again Master Ryan coached Paul through the routine of cleaning it properly. The odd, yet nice thing about it was that throughout the entire process of cleaning my
dick ring, Master Ryan was massaging my balls; which for some reason seemed like the right thing to be doing.
"Now go over to the middle chest and bring me back a long piece of rawhide. I'm going to show you only once, how I want the slaves balls wrapped", Master Ryan said to Paul in a fatherly sort of way.
"You take and fold the rawhide in half, to find the middle and then you get that part of it tucked nice and neat underneath the slave's cinch ring. Then you can take one of the ends and wrap this nut like this."
I could feel the rawhide, following each word Ryan was saying. Before long, each of my balls was in its own little world and there wasn't the smallest amount of loose scrotum to be found anyway.
I could feel how tightly they were bound, just by the way Master Ryan's soft hands glided over the stretched skin. "You see", he concluded, "this way a slave's nuts can stay separated for days without worrying about causing any damage to them. But the nicest part of it all is that I could just as easily get the rawhide wet and as it dries, it shrinks; making the whole thing a whole lot tighter for the slave."
Ryan removed his hands from my nuts but soon enough, Paul was rubbing his hands all over them, responding to Master Ryan's statement.
"In a few weeks, we'll have the slave down at "Chains" for the monthly piercing seminar. He'll be getting a few more from Mr. Thomas, but nothing to drastic. I want him to look all pretty and cute when we have our next gathering at Master Blake's farm. I'm sure you've probably heard about those meetings. Everyone stays from Friday through Sunday and you'll see things you've never seen before and probably won't see again for at least until its Master Blake's turn to host the party again. I'm sure you'll enjoy the dog and horse show."
Paul responded by saying "No not really. I haven't heard of a Master Blake but I'm sure that you wouldn't put me in a compromising situation with a dog or a horse. I hope the three of us have a good time there as long as there isn't any beastie activity involving me."
The room fell deathly silent, for the longest time. I sort of thought that perhaps Paul's remark didn't set well with Master Ryan; but who the fuck knows what Ryan likes and doesn't like these days. Don't get me wrong, I'm laying there hoping like all get out that Master Ryan doesn't have the intention of placing me in a situation involving an animal either; but I'm not going to say anything yet, just because I've already been through hell and back.
"Go and get the slave's butt plug and the can of grease." Master Ryan barked at Paul; who scampered off like a puppy.
Ryan sat the plug on my stomach, as he positioned himself between my outstretched legs and began using his fingers to pack my hole with grease. It was the first time that I'd seen the plug this close and it was unnerving to think that this black latex object had been forced up my ass earlier in the day.
"Now clean my hand boy", Master Ryan said to his Paul; holding his hand up and to the side. I watched as Paul took hold of Ryan's wrist and began licking the grease from the fingers.
While Paul was still cleaning, Master Ryan placed his other hand on my hip and inched his way closer to me. I felt some sense of relief, just knowing that Ryan was touching me and not torturing me.
I was expecting the plug to be taken off my stomach and re-inserted up my ass; but you know me... always one step behind... always wrong. A nice, warm smile began to cover Ryan's face as he pushed his hips forward; sending his manstick into my ass. Slowly, almost with reverence, Master Ryan began to fuck me. His cock slid over my prostate gland with just about every forward stroke. My cock reacted but the fresh cutting prevented me from gaining a full, pulsing erection of my own. I settled for my brother's cock, relaxing and for the very first time, I was enjoying being fucked. I don't know if it was just me getting used to being fucked; or if it was the fact that it was my own brother fucking me, with tenderness and compassion, and brotherly love. There was something happening in my head, and I had to simply add it to the ever growing list of things I had to sort through, time allowed.
Master Ryan suddenly stopped right in the middle of one of his forward thrusts, to lean over me and kiss my stomach muscles. His tongue wondered down to my navel and he seemed to ravage my well defined belly button. His right hand cupped my balls as he started to get more arousal from deep within me. I'm sure he must have known that any attempt at an erection at this point, for me, would be most uncomfortable; but he cared not, as he continued to lavish my body with his lips and tongue. It was as if he was pulling me into a whole other world, one filled with passion and thoughtfulness.
Soon Master Ryan's ministrations were over and he resumed fucking me, with the same exciting movements as before. My own breathing became labored just from the attention he was giving my prostrate, but nothing compared to Ryan's climatic resolve; as he deposited wave after wave of his seed deep into my soul. His chest heaved, his eyes sparkled and his lips were perched as if wanting to make contact with mine.
He waited for several minutes until his body and mind regained their composure. "Dang boy that was awesome", Master Ryan proclaimed as he leaned over me once again. "I'm not one for giving a slave a say in anything, but just this once I'll pose a question to you; and only you can answer."
Not to say I wasn't elated that I'd finally been given permission to answer a question, because I was. I only had to wait a few seconds before Master Ryan asked, "Do you want Paul to suck your hole out, or do you want your plug put in now?"
Ryan remained still, his eyes fixed on my face, awaiting my answer.
For the oddest, unknown, reason it took no time to respond. "Master, this slave would rather receive the plug in it's hole."
"And why is that slave?" questioned Master Ryan.
"Master, it is only proper for this slave to remain seeded with it's Master's
sperm." I quickly responded, not even realizing what I'd just said to my brother.
Master Ryan didn't make any verbal response to my answer; but he did, however, pick up the weighty butt plug and readied it for insertion, just as he would extract his manhood from my body.
I squirmed, only briefly, as the butt was fitted back into my rectal cavity. I wasn't yet used to the girth of the plug and some of my sphincter muscles hadn't been stretched enough to accept it without a sizeable measure of discomfort.
"Now boy", Master Ryan said to Paul, "get down here and clean my cock before this ass slime and cum start to harden on my shaft."
Paul wasn't responsive, verbally, towards Master Ryan and the Master took extreme exception this time to Paul's blatant disrespect.
Just as Paul was finally down on his knees, Master Ryan took a step sideways and moved over to one of the several wooden chests; coming back with what I could only describe as some kind of leather paddle.
With a raised voice, Master Ryan told Paul to 'offer up your worthless ass' and Paul, scared half to death, complied. The paddle wreaked havoc on Paul's ass. Paul wasn't done yelping from the first blow and he was receiving another, and another and yet another.
Master Ryan was verbally, non-stop, chastising Paul for his shortcomings and for once I didn't feel any sadness for someone else receiving their due. If I had to learn... so does the next guy. I'm surprised that none of the yelling and screaming brought anyone downstairs to see what the ruckus was all about.
The moment that the paddling stopped, Paul went right to work sucking Master Ryan's cock clean. If I didn't know better I would have thought Ryan was having an orgasm just from the way he was moaning; but it was way to soon for him to be able to produce anymore semen.
Master Ryan withdrew his semi-rigid cock from Paul's mouth and ordered him to
'tidy' up the dungeon. The next thing I know is that Master Ryan is standing
along side of my face and he started off by saying, "I'll be back Wednesday evening to check on your progress and again next Sunday. I expect to see a whole different side of you when I get here on Wednesday. I expect you to follow all the rules which shall govern your stay here and I don't wish to get any negative reports from Henry on any of your shortcomings. I suspect you'll be comfortable sleeping here just the way you are. No need to fuss over you and get you all locked up in the cage, since Henry will have you up and about early. Just remember your manners, your positions and everything will work out just fine. And before I forget, you can expect to receive your first fist on Wednesday, from me."
With that said, Master Ryan and Paul left me in total darkness; to sleep and meditate on the day's events. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but to once again think about the two very different sides of Ryan. There had to be something, deeply seeded in his head which caused him to switch from kind and considerate to becoming the mean, sadistic individual that he wants everyone to perceive him to be.
The following day started off by me being awakened by what I could only describe as painful.
I wasn't aware that Henry was even downstairs, let alone had applied an ample amount of heat generating cream to my nuts. As I shook in my restraints, my nuts burned; all the while, I was struggling to get my eyes open. The overhead lights were on, all of them, which momentarily blinded me.
I finally adjusted to the lights, and could see Henry busying himself at the
shower area. I could only wait until the burning sensation left my balls, before I could comprehend anything else.
"You'll do as I say, when I say", Henry said from shower area. "You'll address me as Sir and nothing less. You are here to learn obedience and respect and that is what I am charged with teaching you. Should you falter or fail; your status in this world may just be in jeopardy. You wouldn't be the first man I've seen turned into nothing more than an 'IT' and sold off to become a fuck slave in a foreign country."
Henry's words didn't even seem realistic at all. Nobody in this day and age would even think about 'brainwashing' a man into becoming a mindless and nutless being... or would they. It was just too fucking early for me to even think straight, let alone to retain the words from Henry.
As Henry began to loosen and remove the chain restraints, my limbs alerted me that they were stiff and sore. I found it nearly impossible to even put a small amount of weight on my legs. I was ordered to crawl the short distance to the shower and reminded that crawling is the 'acceptable' mode of movement for a slave like me. Standing is a privilege.
In the shower, Henry removed my leather hand mitts and quickly attached chains to my ankles; as he rapidly pulled on another chain which hoisted me upside down and then unceremoniously pulled out my butt plug. I was left laying there, with my shoulders and head the only things, other than my arms to have contact with the floor.
Henry reached over to a small shelf, recessed in the shower wall, and took what appeared to be a quart bottle and inverted it; and began squeezing the contents of the bottle into my ass.
"I'll leave you to enjoy the consequences of the liquid I just put in your asshole. I'm sure you'll find it rather amazing; not just for what it is intended to do, but the depth at which it will start to work, now that you're upside down. This stuff never fails."
That said, Henry walked away; leaving me to wonder the when and what of the liquid, now gravitating through my intestines. I couldn't see what Henry was doing, but from the sound of things he was keeping himself busy.
About fifteen or so minutes, my gut started to pulse; almost as if it had a heart beat of its own. It even started making those growling sounds we all have when we're hungry. The pulsing turned into sharp stabbing pain and if that wasn't enough, my gut seemed to be 'warming' up as well.
I won't go into the details, but let me just say that my bowels reacted violently after another five or so minutes. Henry came over and turned on the shower to wash me down, more than once; before the convulsions subsided.
Just when I thought I'd been put through enough, Henry began filling my ass the old fashion, 'normal' way; with a bag of warm sudsy water, and then another and another. My stomach was so distended that I was sure looking like a pregnant female. I could feel the water filling every square inch of my intestines, as Henry just laughed and made some off the wall comment about this being my first real 'deep cleansing'.
Finally the enemas stopped and the bathing began, which was a welcome relief from the debasing cleaning I'd just endured.
Henry was gentle, yet meticulous in his scrubbing. It wasn't a quick shower at all, but at least it was one that was some what enjoyable.
I wasn't afforded a towel to dry off with, but the room wasn't cold enough to cause me to shiver. Henry did pay close attention to my cuffs, and collar making sure that at least they were dried promptly.
There seemed to be a look of pride emanating from Henry as he continued working with me. He had me kneel, while he removed the leather strip from my balls and replaced it with a dry one; but his hands were not as gentle as Master Ryan's, nor was the tightness the same. Henry's binding of my balls was much more severe.
As he led me from the bathing area, I noted that we were going into the farthest corner of the dungeon; which was where Henry apparently had been working while my ass was getting purged with that special 'chemical'.
There was a solitary bright quartz light glaring down over what at first I thought was an electric chair left over from some prison. You can't imagine the
thoughts that went through my mind the moment I saw it. All I could think about was electrocutions and torture.
By the time I crawled to the chair, I could tell that there was a lot more to it than I first thought. There was even a hole in the seat of the chair, which, to me, meant that it was a hole where I'd be shitting down.
After getting seated in the chair, Henry began strapping me down quite securely. Two straps on each arm, my wrists manacled to the arms of the chair and two wider straps going across my chest. Yep, I thought, sure enough... electric shock torture.
Then Henry went behind the chair and returned with two weird looking pieces of wood; which turned out that they attached to the chair in front and were designed to support the legs and feet of the intended 'victim'.
Like my arms, my feet were manacled to the wood and my legs fastened firmly.
Henry wasn't done yet.
The next surprise came when Henry set a strange looking metal contraption between my legs. It looked like a miniature cage, but it was round.
He lifted up my cock, and then with the simplest of movements, the cage opened into two halves. He slid the steel cage underneath my dick and brought the two halve together; leaving my cock head and Prince Albert exposed. This was getting freakier and freakier by the minute. All I could think about was that Henry was going to fry my dick.
Henry worked ever so swiftly, securing the cock cage to the sides of the chair, virtually making it impossible for my cock to move. Again he moved behind the chair and wheeled out a device that I had no fucking clue as to what it was; and set in between my legs, up against the seat.
I watched in horror, as Henry reached below the device and started to don a pair of latex surgical gloves.
After he'd gotten the gloves on he picked up a syringe from the package and quickly inserted it into my piss hole; pushing the plunger on the syringe, which sent lubricant into my urethra. The next thing he retrieved from the package was a steel rod, which he placed one end of it into the device and the other end he perched at my piss slit.
A minor adjust to the device and the steel rod slid into my cock about a half an inch. It was painful, as it worked it's way past the pink muscle of my piss hole but it was bearable enough where I didn't utter anything more than a groan. All that I thought about and cared about at that precise moment was the intense, evil grin on Henry's face.
Henry disappeared behind me and the next thing I knew; Henry was placing something against my asshole, which was still sore from the butt plug and enemas.
The overhead light dimmed, leaving me to think I was the one who was going to be lit up.
By the time I realized what was or wasn't going on; Henry was standing in front of me with what looked like a remote control from a television.
"Now I'm going to start you off slow and easy, while I clean up the shower room", was all that Henry said; as he pushed a button on the remote, bringing to life two electric motors.
As Henry walked away, I could feel the dildo pressing at my ass; relentlessly, unable to take my 'no' for a plea. The next shocking bit of torture came when the machine between my legs began to push the steel rod ever so slowly into my cock.
Try as I might to block out the pain, I was unable to find ways, or pleasant thoughts strong enough, to overpower the anguish my body was being subjected
to.
Occasionally Henry would look in my direction, assuring himself that everything was going well.
The dildo began to pump up and down, with each upward stroke going up my ass a fraction of an inch more. The steel rod, which was now about five inches into my dick, began the same routine.
Henry made his way over to me, and visually checked the operation of the two devices; which apparently were working properly. He pressed another button on the remote and the dildo began not only to speed up, but also to begin to rotate in complete circles.
"Looks like everything is fine here", Henry quipped; "I don't think you'll be
wanting anything to eat right now, so I'll just go and start my normal housework. I'll come back at lunch time and see how you're doing. Most likely you'll be wanting me to keep you on the seat until supper. The last time we had a slave on the seat, we didn't take him off of it for two days."
I started to say something, but everything I'd seen and everything I knew up till now, told me to keep my mouth closed; as I'd not want to receive a punishment from Henry or anyone else.
Henry set the remote down, turned and walked away.
To Be Continued...