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North Country Chapter Twenty Two
Little did I realize that the small amount of sleep was going to play a large
part in the afternoon 'activities. At least it helped for a little while.
Still groggy from my sleep and with a hunger befitting a starving animal, I was awakened and removed from the table. Henry led me by my nose ring over to the area where countless chains dangled from the ceiling and had me stand there while he placed my wrist cuffed onto the chains. Next, he brought over a simple bar stool that had the center of it cut out, in a circular fashion; wedging it between my legs. From beneath the stool he was doing something which I had no way of seeing; but the end result was me feeling another one of those fucking dildos tickling my asshole.
Henry repositioned my feet, leaving me in a rather awkward position; with my toes touching the ground, but having bent knees. There were a few more adjustments made to the overhead chains before Henry began to speak. "We'll just see how long you can stand on your toes this way, before you realize that the inevitable will happen. If you want to get nice and comfortable, resting your slave ass on the stool; you'll just have to slide your pretty little tight ass right down on the dildo before you can rest easy. I'm sure you'll eventually discover that having your tight slave ass all the way down on the seat will be a lot better than trying to withhold the inevitable. Not to mention, that once you're properly 'seated', I'll bring you something to eat and drink."
What was becoming Henry's normal routine, he left with saying nothing more.
I knew just by the feel of the dildo that it was well lubricated; but more importantly I knew that it was even bigger than any I'd had been subjected to before now. Knowing what I already had discovered, Henry was a man of his word
and he also meant what ever he said. I had no choice but too 'attempt' to seat myself on the stool.
The initial pain seemed to linger longer than any of the other times. Right away I felt the fear of the large image beginning its trek up my ass; but moreover I felt a little bit ashamed of myself to allowing myself to even get into this situation.
I also knew that depending upon where Henry was, upstairs, he most likely was
getting a good view of my progress from the video feed. I willed myself to continue with the pain and anguish of the moment; taking an inch or so more of
the dildo, before I began to wiggle about in what must have looked like a worm on a fishing hook.
I noticed that just a little more of my feet were making contact with the floor and my arms seemed to be following suit with every fraction of an inch that I was able to push up my ass. I could easily feel the beads of sweat forming on my skin, as yet another inch pounded its way into me.
I began to think about Ryan and once again found myself longing just to hear his voice; but to see him would appear to make things so much easier on me.
I closed my eyes and thought only of my brother. I could almost smell his manliness and the scent of his sexual prowess. I seemed to focus thoughts on his
eyes, which appeared to be yearning, to capture my every thought.
Thoughts and images from last night began to flood, once again, into my train of thought. How could I have been so stupid not to recognize that Ryan had such a boyhood crush on me, all the while he was growing up and passing through the rite of puberty? What kind of a brother had I been to him, to have almost forced man to man sex (mutual masturbation) on him? Those were so awesome days in our lives and now it seems that they are playing an important role in both of our lives.
I hadn't even realized that the entire time I was thinking about Ryan that I'd allowed myself to slither even further down the dildo; until it was to late.
No sooner had I felt the cool bare wood of the seat, that my arms flew out; spreading them painfully apart and that there was also a sudden metallic click
coming from below the seat.
I had no idea that there was even more of the dastardly dildo beneath the stool. The click I heard was some sort of mechanical device releasing the remainder of the dildo; cramming it forcefully into my anal cavity. I suppose that all it would have taken would be for me to simply stand up and relieve the pressure on my arms and to lessen the stretching of my rectum; but oddly enough I sat there, as if I was destined to obey. I found myself gasping for air as the dildo kept a steady, maniacal pressure on my rectal muscles.
Even though the pain was brief, it at least distracted me from thoughts of Ryan and my own dire need for food and rest. I even began to focus attention on my future life. If it included Ryan, my Master, then it would be a life that 'perhaps' I could accept for now. Only time would tell.
Minutes, not hours, later Henry showed up to release me from the chains and the stool. "Come", was all he said; and I obediently followed him out of the dungeon and up the stairs, all the while moving on hands and knees, with the weights dragging behind.
I was fed in the kitchen and Henry had even poured a cold can of soda into my
water bowl; which made my meal seem like a feast. Once I was done with eating I was taken back outside; but this time I wasn't required to do any work. There was a heavy foam pool mat laid out on the grass and I noticed that it was covered with a nice plush towel, not to mention the sight of a real life pillow.
Even though the deck around the pool continued to be abrasive on my knees, I kept up with Henry's fast pace until we got to the mat. Henry had me lay on my back and keep my knees bent with my feet flat on the grass. From his pocket he produced a small bottle of lotion and he dutifully went to work lathering my entire front side with the coconut smelling liquid.
I momentarily thought I'd died and gone to heaven, when Henry removed the weight and bindings from my scrotal sac and began massaging the oil into the now very tender skin. Henry, to his delight (I'm sure), even massaged the oil onto the shaft of my cock, avoiding the scab from my earlier cutting.
By the time he'd finished rubbing the oil between my thighs and down to my sore pucker hole; my cock had begun to think like 'normal'; with its ever hardening shaft visible. For a second or two, I could have sworn that I saw Henry with a smile on his face.
Henry even lifted my head up, ever so slightly and adjusted the pillow before
telling me that 'I'd earned an afternoon of rest and needed the sun for my tan'.
With a rather full stomach, as well as being drained both physically and mentally it didn't take long for me to fall asleep.
The sun was still in glaring down on me as I was awakened by the feel of cold
water being spritzed on my chest. Standing over me with a spray bottle was Henry, beaming with delight at my nakedness.
"Time to bake your backside now", Henry said with a gleam in his eyes. "Just roll over and get on your hands and knees; as I've brought you some water to keep you hydrated."
As I got myself into the proper position, required; I was directly over the bowl of water and ice. I must have really needed it, because I lapped the entire bowl of water until there wasn't a drop left. What I had failed to notice was that Henry had moved over to where he was standing directly in front of me.
"Kneel slave boy", came Henry's resounding voice.
As I knelt upright, Henry took a small step forward which left little more than an inch between my face and the zipper of his shorts. For whatever reason, I leaned forward and used my teeth to grasp the zipper and pull it completely down. By this time Henry had placed both his hands on his hips; apparently just waiting to see if I could manage on my own. It was clear that he wasn't wearing any undies; as he mammoth cock sprang right out of his shorts. I guess I'd never paid much attention to Henry's cock until now. I could see that he'd kept it shaved, but he did have a small, well trimmed pubic patch at the base.
I began to lick the shaft on all sides, causing Henry to say a few encouraging words. I at least wasn't dumb enough to think I was going to be swallowing any of his piss.
Compared to the cocks at the camp, Henry's and the others here seemed to bleed with manliness. Perhaps it was the availability of soap and water that kept the men all smelling so good. Why I wanted to, and why I didn't hesitate to tend to Henry's cock, I just don't know. It was almost as if I needed to suck a cock, knowing that cocksucking is a good thing. I went to sucking and licking on his cock almost as if it was the last cock on earth. I barely felt Henry's hands moving onto my head, as I continued to take more and more of his shaft into my mouth.
As I felt the cock nearing the back of my mouth, another aspect of what little training I'd had came into play; causing me to focus on my breathing for just a moment as the head of the cock slipped passed my gag point and into my throat. For the very first time, I could actually feel my throat muscles spasm against Henry's cock; eliciting moans and groans from him.
Not saying that Henry took longer than most before he had his orgasm; but it wasn't as if he was in dire need. His seed tasted tart, yet a little sweet and he had globs of it to give me. Henry allowed me the privilege of keeping his cock in my mouth until it completely softened; which was another first for me, all which I seemed to like and enjoy.
I returned to being on hands and knees while Henry went to work lathering the
lotion into my skin. I'm sure he lingered a bit longer than need be while he
oiled my butt cheeks and once again down the crack of my ass. His hands were
like magic, causing me to relax once again; as he positioned himself between my legs.
Moments later I felt him guide his soft cock into my gapping asshole; only to be followed by a steady stream of his hot piss filling up my bowels. What I had failed to notice was that Henry had also brought out my large butt plug; and as he slid his cock out, the plug was inserted; keeping his piss sloshing around inside my ass.
Henry flipped the pillow over, to the dry side, as he had me lay down and position myself so that the sunlight could tan between my butt cheeks. "Rest well", Henry said as he walked back into the house.
As I lay there, once again ready to doze off; I could feel the butt plug being a reminder to me as to just what I was turning into.
Not sure whether it was the need to pee or the noise coming from humans that finally woke me, but one thing for sure I needed to piss so frig'n bad it wasn't funny.
My movement had apparently caught Henry's attention and I quickly informed him of my situation. His solution was quite simple. Since my empty water bowl was still alongside the mat, Henry had me get up into my hands and knees posture as he placed the bowl beneath me. His hand quickly grasped my cock and he told me to pee. If it had not been for the crushing need to piss I surely would have found exception to his handling of my dick; but I couldn't hold back another second, and my piss began splashing into the bowl. Such a relief it was, and I wasn't even aware that other eyes were watching the entire thing play out.
"Now see", Henry said, "That wasn't so bad now was it. And to think that I don't have to fill your water bowl up, as it is already filled with refreshing liquid."
I should have expected that. I should never assume anything. I should always just accept. I should never question or doubt.
"I almost forgot", Henry started up again, "There's probably just a tad more that we can get in the bowl."
I soon felt him easing my butt plug out, and knew that any remaining piss in my ass was now drizzling into my water bowl. When Henry set the bowl back down near my head, it was indeed full; and there were several flecks of ass slime swirling around. "Drink up, anytime you feel thirsty boy", came Henry's parting words, as he sauntered back towards the others. I looked up and caught sight of Masters Jeb and Troy, Henry and Kevin's father; all sitting around one of the tables with cool drink in hand. There was no sign of Kevin or Roy.
One by one, the men began shedding their clothes, except for Henry of course,
and started to utilize the cool refreshing water of the pool. Henry dutifully stood by refreshing their drinks as they conversed and glanced, occasionally, in my direction.
During their 'dip' in the pool each of them made sure that they stepped out of the pool and utilized my mouth for either swallowing a load of piss or a quick, unfulfilled blowjob. Regardless of their desire (s), I vowed to myself to accept the fate that had been dealt to me and strived to do what each male expected of me. In the long run, it would lessen the chance of punishment; but more importantly it would show my Master that I, indeed, was turning the corner in my new life.
The sun was now below the ridge line of the house, signaling the end of what had been a long, yet somehow rewarding day. Henry had ignited some torch lights which seemed to create a rather sensual ambiance to the backyard. None of the males had bothered to put their clothes back on, as they occasionally 'cannonballed' into the pool. Henry kept doing his duties as the servant to his masters; bringing out a light yet seemingly ample meal for the men.
From out of nowhere came, "Hey did you forget about us?" and I turned to see Kevin and Ray coming into the yard. Kevin stopped and dutifully removed his own clothing; as Ray continued towards the seated males.
There was a short exchange of words between Ray, Kevin and Kevin's dad about what they were supposed to do about dinner; but with ample leftovers still on
the table, the situation was quickly resolved. Kevin ate his food directly off of the pool deck, like an obedient slave.
Ray then took the opportunity to avail himself of my mouth for a short, but rewarding, piss; to which he even thanked me. That in itself came as a huge surprise; not to mention Ray acting now more mature than I remembered from yesterday. I wondered if it was the lashing he received yesterday or if something had happened after they left last night; which seemed to have made him realize his errors.
Like a puppy, I watched them eat and frolic in the pool; but I remained determined to be obedient. Finally the night came to a close for the guest; which made me a little relieved to say the least. Now I only had two Masters to concern myself with.
They both approached me, both still naked, and I couldn't imagine what was going to take place, until each one of them took their turn fucking me. It was a blissful event, as each of them somehow managed to massage my prostate with
their ridged cocks. My own cock hardened, not going unnoticed, and I was rewarded by Master Troy stroking my cock, every so gently until it erupted in a gargantuan orgasm. I couldn't even control my own vocal sounds, as the sperm surged its way through my body and rocketed out the end of my dick.
Shocked, isn't a word to describe what happened next. Master Jeb commanded Henry to lick the remaining cum off the tip of my cock and what remained on the Prince Albert. BUT, the strangest thing about the experience was that none of the men said a word to me, as to the reason for granting me such a delightful ending to the day.
I followed Master Jeb down to the dungeon, where he delighted in administering my evening enema and providing me with a rather harsh scrubbing under a cascade of cold water. After tending to my piercings and scab, I was placed in the cage for the night; but not before Master Jeb gave me a passionate kiss and finally speaking some words which caused me hours of thought, "sleep well my little beauty. I only wish that you belonged to me." There isn't much sense to go into the details of my thinking, just because I know that most of you have had similar experiences in your lives.
Master Troy was the keeper of the morning lights, as he seemed less than enthusiastic when he banged on the cage, causing me to wake up. "Time to rise and shine, boy. You've a big day ahead of you and you surely don't want to fuck up one single thing or else your evening will be less than enjoyable. Just in
case you don't know it, but today is Wednesday and I'm pretty sure you know what that means. But in case you don't... to us and your master today is a big day, which by all rights should also be a most rewarding day for you as well. So don't go fucking anything up whereby you'll have to receive a punishment instead of what is planned for you tonight."
I was still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, as Master Troy had already begun to leave me alone, in silence; still trying to comprehend his words through the fog of daybreak.
After the footsteps from the floor above had all but gone silent, Henry brought me down a breakfast like I hadn't had in years. Although it was still served in the bowl, it was a delight to my palate.
"Today, you have your choice 'boy. You can either choose the stool or the chair for your morning activity", Henry said with a rather up beat tone to his voice.
Was I to actually speak to him? Surely with everything I'd been put through they weren't about to break the rule of 'slaves are silent'. I opted to play it safe. I quickly made my decision and crawled over to the 'chair', without
uttering a word.
After I was firmly strapped in, the chair came to life and Henry left me to my agony and joys.
Hours later I was released from the chair and taken outside, once again to soak up some of the sunshine. For the entire morning and afternoon, I couldn't begin to understand why I was being treated this way; but I sure wasn't going to complain; afterall, this was a lot better than being whipped or beaten.
After another siesta under the harsh rays of the sun, I was taken into the kitchen for my noon meal. It too, was of the finest quality and I even got to lap up an ice cold soda from my bowl.
The remainder of the afternoon I was bathed, cleaned out, shaved from head to
toe and I even got a light, rather seductive oil rubbed over my entire body.
This was almost unbearable, the way I was being treated as if I was some slave belonging to royalty. Every move Henry made, seemed as if it was calculated and with purpose; even as he led me back to my cage, 'without' my ass filled with the butt plug.
As Henry left me locked away in the cage, he reminded me not to lay down; as it would have detrimental effect to my oiled body. So I spent the remainder of the afternoon either kneeling upright or on my hands and knees.
I was intrigued by watching Henry toil away in the dungeon. He brought in some rather strange looking light fixtures, he cleaned the 'slave' table as if it was in an operating room and he seemed to be arranging a few items on a small, serving table along one side of the larger table.
Before he left, he came over and took a quick glance at me; as if to reassure
himself that he'd done all that was required of him. He turned the lights down so that the dungeon was bathed in a soft glow, with one brighter light showering down beads of light over the 'slave' table.
The old adage of "lights on but nobody is home" came to mind as I still felt befuddled at all of the day's activities to this point. Finally, I came to re alize what everything was all about, and what I was soon to experience. Two plus two, really does equal four.
Soft music began to filter down from the speakers; music that I'd never heard
before, but nonetheless it was soothing to my soul.
I'd thought that with the amount of footsteps thumping overhead that Masters Troy and Jeb would have come down by now, but that was not to be the case.
Although I was beginning to feel the nervousness and the butterflies in my stomach; I somehow knew that tonight was Master Ryan's night.
Henry reappeared and turned on the lights that he'd set up earlier. After he had turned off all of the others, the newer lights seemed to bounce their luminous rays off the ceiling in a rather slow, exotic fashion; somehow matching the music coming from the speakers.
When I was taken from the cage, Henry had me get up onto the table and once again I began to feel vulnerable for some strange reason. Henry carefully positioned my body this time; not allowing me to move it to where he desired it to be.
I could tell that my tailbone was on the very edge of the table, as Henry began attaching the chains to my ankle irons. However, this time my knees were pushed back, just a little, towards my head; before Henry began to raise my feet. The cool rush of air flowing across my hole, sent a wave of unknown excitement coursing through my entire body.
My wrists weren't attached to chains, which seemed a bit odd, but I wasn't even thinking about asking why. Instead they were fixed to my steel collar; which left my armpits exposed to the same cool air that was still wafting over my ass.
The look in Henry's eyes turned to being very serious as he told me to lift my hips up; and then he slid a leather covered pillow under the lower part of my back; thus elevating my genitals and rectum higher than the rest of my body.
An identical pillow was then placed under my head; which gave me a little better perspective as to everything that Henry was doing.
A wide leather strap was placed precisely over my pelvis and fastened rather tightly underneath the table. As before, an identical strap was placed across my chest just above my nipples.
My eyes followed Henry as he moved over to one of the big wooden chests and came back holding something that I'd never seen before. "This", Henry started, "is what is casually accepted as an anal probe. But for your evening, we'll just call it your mouth gag. It has to go all in, so you'll have enough time to get settled in get your breathing under control before Master Ryan arrives. Gag if you must, but I've got to get this down into your throat."
Our eyes met, and I knew that Henry was dead serious on getting the damn thing down my throat. It was certainly flexible enough but it was longer than any mans dick. I seem to be fixated on the oval shaped knob at the very tip.
I should have known that he wasn't going to lift my nose ring out of the way.
Instead he guided the knobby thing through the ring and into my mouth. The taste of latex and rubber was overpowering at first. Just as soon as I had my first bout with gagging, Henry eased up a bit, encouraging me to concentrate on my breathing. I could feel the probe, now mixed with my own saliva, going slowly into my throat.
When Henry removed his hand, all I could see was the flesh colored handle sticking out of my mouth, encircled by my nose ring. My breathing was still labored by at least I wasn't gagging nearly as much as I'd had at the beginning.
I couldn't see where Henry went to, but when he returned he stood between my legs. In one hand he had what looked like a gigantic stick of butter or grease and in the other hand he had a long thin dildo. I instantly felt the cool hardness of the stick of grease at my ass. Henry used the thin dildo to push the grease deep inside my bowels. He smiled as he retracted the dildo, holding it up for me to see that it was actually clean, with only a trace of grease on the very end.
There was a rather distracting rumbling sound coming from behind me; and it soon began apparent as to exactly was making the noise.
Master Jeb was rolling in a small television set, perched atop a high metal stand; and he placed it on the right side of my torso, down near my hip.
There were a few words exchanged between the two and all I could get out of their conversation was that 'he's ready to receive his master'.
Had it not been for the soft music playing, I'd have felt rather lonely by myself, as the two men left.
The next time I saw Henry he was an all together different looking servant. He was wearing a white jacket, open from top to bottom; and he was wearing a black bow tie. There was no shirt beneath the jacket, just his now well oiled,
glistening skin. I caught a glimpse of his lower half when he momentarily stepped away from the table and slid a fancy black leather stool over to the table; on the opposite side as the television set, more centered between my hips and my nipples. Henry was naked from the waste down, even his balls seemed to glitter in the seductive lighting of the dungeon.
No sooner had Henry moved to the other side of the table, standing next to my
shoulder, in a 'parade rest' position, that Master Ryan came in.
Master Ryan commented to Henry on how nice he looked and complimented him on his work preparing the evenings activities.
When I saw Master Ryan, I couldn't believe that this man was the same man that I knew as my brother. He was dressed immaculately; in fact he was actually dressed in some of what used to be my clothes. He really looked masculine and well proportioned in the clothes. He didn't bother sitting down, as he made eye contact with me. He had the most wonderful and genuine looking smile on his face; that seemed to make me feel warm inside and out.
Master Ryan walked slowly from one end of me to the other, including in between my legs. I could feel one of his fingers touching my hole and then I watched as he licked his own finger clean.
Henry must have gone upstairs while all that was taking place; because no sooner had Master Ryan sat down on the stool, that Henry was handing him a glass of what must have been red wine. In the time it took for me to blink my eyes, Henry was gone again.
I watched, carefully, as Master Ryan sipped from the glass; as his free hand began gliding over my well oiled body. His hand encircled my nipple and then his fingers began toying with the nipple ring.
Master Ryan's hand finally ventured down to my cock, and almost as if he'd had years of experience, he began to slowly stroke the shaft until the cock was
semi-erect. All I could do... All I wanted to do was to keep my eyes closed and savor the moment, the feel of his soft hand on my dick. As if that wasn't enough, he began to gently massage my balls, one at a time, which seemed to excite my cock even more.
If I'd not been bound to the table, I'm positive that I would have sat right up and embraced him. I didn't want any of this to stop. I wanted it to go on forever. At that very moment when my mind was relishing with sheer delight, I
would have done anything Master Ryan would have told me to do. As they say, I was 'putty in his hands'.
The only thing that brought me back to the moment was the feeling of something large and cold resting on my abdomen and lower chest. When I opened my eyes I was initially startled to see a lit candle; but then I saw it was on a sterling silver tray; along with what smelled like a meal fit for a king.
I glanced up towards Henry and could see that he had a look of concern on his
face. I processed the look as saying, 'I'd best not make any sudden moves or
else the candle would topple over.
Henry produced the bottle of wine and filled the glass for Master Ryan. As Master Ryan began to eat, his eyes would flicker back and forth between the food and my face. With my breathing well under control, through my nose, my chest was hardly rising or falling; which made it a rather easy task for keeping the food AND the candle in their places.
The next thing I know, is that Henry was handing Master Eric the remote for the television. The customary thank you was exchanged and Henry returned to be by my shoulder.
The television came to life, and after a brief moment of snowflakes on the screen, it showed none other than me. I was amazed to see myself hiking in the northern woods. Those photos of me had to have been taken on the first day that I'd met up with the guy from camp; without my knowledge.
Not even wanting to move my eyes from the screen, I knew that Master Ryan was
expecting to see a change of expression on my face; and I'm positive that I didn't disappoint him.
More and more still shots moved across the screen, as if in a slide show presentation. Then the screen changed to video, and it shocked and amazed me that my entire denuding, the first blowjob and anal rape were all caught on tape. I was somewhat embarrassed by my own begging and pleading with all the men at camp not to hurt me or rape me.
Finally, I dared myself to take a quick look into my brother's eyes, to see what reaction he was having. Master Ryan seemed more interested in his meal and the body beneath the tray than he was in watching the screen.
Even Henry was in a trance like state as he too, watched the television screen. He wasn't even blinking an eye, as he watched me lying beneath the outhouse receiving the men's piss and shouts of torture and mutilation.
There was even one segment of tape that chronicled one of the few trips made into town. What was even more surprising was the part of the tape that showed me hiding from the men, during my failed escape attempt.
Everything on the tape seemed as if it was only yesterday. I could begin to feel my heart rate increase but I quickly began to calm myself.
Watching the tape was if I was reliving the entire experience over again, only this time with my brother in attendance. God, it was such a mixed batch of emotions that were flowing through my brain that I wasn't even sure how I'd managed to survive up till now.
The tape ended, with the last bit of it showing Henry preparing me for tonight. Nothing during my stay here, so far, had gone on without being filmed; including the incident with Kevin.
Master Ryan had finished his meal, at the same time the film was concluding and Henry quickly removed the tray and candle. I didn't know it then... but it would be quite some time before I'd see Henry, or Masters Troy and Jeb.
Master Ryan stood up and scooted the stool back. He stood over me like a towering God. His infinite smile continued to warm my soul.
"I think it's about time that we get this butt toy out of your face." Master Ryan said in a rather sympathetic tone of voice.
He eased the latex rod from my throat and I began to breathe normal again.
Master Ryan continued staring at me, as if expecting something and then it suddenly hit me.
"Master, thank you Master", I said with reverence in my voice.
I was never so excited to be able to speak. It had been such a long journey without speech that just those four words made me feel human once again.
Our lips met and we exchanged a long, passionate, and compassionate kiss; between a master and his slave. The next thing I experience is Master Ryan's tongue darting in and out of my right ear; while he plays with the giant earring dangling beneath. My cock began to harden and I wasn't even ashamed if he or anyone else knew it.
From my ear, his mouth went down to each of my nipples; first licking each of
them and then sucking on them as if expecting them to produce milk. The strain in my balls was beginning to cause me alarm, as by now my cock was rock solid and almost laying against my abdomen.
His mouth found my nuts, and he gave each of them a tongue bath using copious
amounts of his saliva; while at the same time his hands were massaging the sides of my chest. All I could think about, other than Master Ryan being my brother, was that I didn't want the night to end.
But, as sad as it may sound; his mouth left my balls and his hands pulled away from my body.
I couldn't believe that I was almost in tears; as I saw him, what appeared at
first, to be walking away from me. Then he turned and came at me from between my bent, outstretched legs.
He looked right into my eyes, searing my mind and soul with his look of concern and love.
"This is your night, and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I intend to." Master Ryan said in a soft, almost romantic, voice. "Tonight we bond, as one. No longer will we be two separate beings. From this day forward, our lives will forever be changed. Neither of us will be able to forget this time together. It is as much for you as it is for me. The combining of our souls and hearts; which no one person can ever take from us for all eternity."
I could tell by Master Ryan's voice that he wasn't expecting me to reply to his statement. I knew I was breaking all rules, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of my brother, my master.
The feeling of one finger slowly teasing the puffy area around my ass, sent shivers up my spine. The feeling of excitement and adoration for my master came when two fingers entered my ass.
The third and fourth finger inside the dark confines of my ass, sent a torrent of pure lust directly from my heart into my master's soul.
Master Ryan never once took his eyes away from my face, as he watched every reaction I was having to his bent thumb being added to the four fingers.
Even as he twisted and turned his wrist ever so slowly, the waves of lust combined with my wants, needs and desires. I never once thought any different about the experience or feelings.
I watched as he placed his free hand on my cock, pressing it down firmly against my stomach muscles. At the same time I felt the pressure of his hand; as he maintained a constant pressure against my hole, until it seemed almost magical that his hand entered my cavity.
After several deep breaths I was back in control, or so I thought.
Master Ryan was even more careful as his hand turned in circles inside of me.
The excitement was indescribable as he began to push past my anal muscle and I could honestly feel the bones of his wrist gently massaging the anal sphincter muscle. I knew that if he kept this up, that my own cock was going to erupt like never before.
His hand and wrist action stopped briefly, allowing him a moment to adjust his feet and for me to catch my breath.
What seemed like hours, days, Master Ryan continued to work himself into my body. Only once or twice did I even consider how much of him was inside of me.
It was all too good to believe, but it was all too real.
By the time Master Ryan stopped again, my body was coated with a fine sheen of sweat on top of my oiled body. Master Ryan had the smile and facial expression that I'll remember for ever. I had too, and I wanted too.
Once he restarted his anal actions, Master Ryan added his mouth to each of my
balls, which (I'm sure) he knew was bringing me that much closer to my orgasm.
Finally, sadly, I came to a monumental climax; sending ropes of sperm from my
navel all the way to my face. My entire body shuddered as my ass clamped down on Master Ryan's forearm. My testicles felt trapped in the bindings, yet they performed flawlessly.
The slow extraction of Master Ryan's arm was at that moment, the saddest part of my life up till now. When he displayed his arm I could easily tell just by the grease marks, that he had had almost ninety percent of his forearm inside of me.
It truly was a bonding of hearts and souls; one that will never escape my memory.
After wiping his arm off, Master Ryan moved up and began kissing and licking the sperm off of my face, which I totally didn't expect.
The next thing to occur was Master Ryan removing all of his clothes and mounting the table with his cock directly over my mouth.
I wanted and needed his cock. As he slowly lowered himself, I tried in vain to suck him down faster. While he began to slowly fuck my mouth, he started to lick the cum from around my groin area; before he, himself, began licking the shaft of my cock. Had it not been for the Prince Albert, who knows, he may have even felt the desire to suck my dick.
Master Ryan finally buried the entire length of his cock into my mouth and throat; allowing my throat muscles to milk him dry.
After such a strenuous workout, Master Ryan collapsed right down on top of me; leaving his cock embedded in my mouth, while it softened. The sperm that had remained on my stomach and chest was now squeezed between the two of us, 'cementing' our bond just a bit further.
I could feel his chest heaving, as he pulled his flaccid cock from my mouth, only to replace it, with a little help from me, with his smooth scrotum.
As he lay there, his head sideways between my outstretched legs; I worshiped his scrotal sac with my tongue and spit. I could feel his cock resting on my
chin, sensing the flow of blood rushing to the tip.
Whatever I'd been subjected to, over the past days and weeks all seemed so insignificant now. All I wanted to do from this moment in time, forward, was to
be the best slave I could possibly be to my Master, my brother.
To Be Continued....
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