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North Country Chapter Twenty Six
It wasn't until we got closer to home, before I began to think of the past, present and the future. Odd as it seemed, at first I wasn't to worried about going home.
Passing all of the familiar landmarks, and other things that had always brought me so much peace of mind was a welcome relief. I had expected Master Ryan to bring up the absence of Paul, but the topic never came up until we had gotten home.
As the car slowed down, turning into the covered parking of the building I began to imagine that I was driving; probably because Ryan was maneuvering the car in the identical same manner as I would have been doing.
With the car now parked in the assigned location, Master Ryan was quick to get out from behind the steering wheel. I watched as he went into the trunk of the car and retrieved a flimsy pair of nylon running shorts; which he tossed into the back; telling me that I could either wear them or go upstairs in the
nude.
I slid the shorts on, but I was still rather exposed to the outside world and
with my large rings and naked scalp I knew that I'd be an oddity to say the least.
"You can take the elevator with your Master, or you can take the stairs; the choice is yours", Master Ryan said with a calming tone in his voice.
I slid out of the car and stood, looking around to see if in fact we were alone. Thankfully that was the case, and as Master Ryan locked a short length of chain to my ankle cuffs I continued to scan the area for any of the tenants of my building. Probably due to the hour of night, with tomorrow a workday; not a single soul was coming or going from the garage.
Master Ryan started to walk towards the elevator, but I opted for the stairs. It could have been a relatively easy thing for me to do, but to turn and run away was not something that I felt compelled to do; at least not at this time.
I was already making my way up the stairs, and I was sort of hoping that Master Ryan would be there by the time I'd climbed the four flights of steps.
I reached the floor before Master Ryan did, so I quickly as possible made my way to the door to my condo. Another blessing from above, as not a soul was to be seen. By the time Master Ryan arrived with the key, I was more than anxious to step inside; not just to evade any of my neighbors, but to see just how much things had changed in the month that I'd been gone.
Once inside my home, I quickly discovered that my initial impression was one of relief. Nothing appeared, on the surface, to have been removed, re-arranged or in disrepair; at least not in the living room. I did however see several large steel rings embedded in the walls, close to the floor. Other than that, everything was as it should have been; allowing me to sense a small amount of relief.
Ryan seemed to sense my reaction and was quick to tell me that he 'wasn't all
that bad as a brother, a person or even a Master'. Then it felt as if I was being given a guided tour through my own home.
Even the bedroom was the same, with the ever present steel rings arranged throughout. Master Ryan went over to the bed, reaching underneath and without any effort pulled out a small, twin sized, mattress; informing me that it would
be my resting place unless I was needed in the bed, to pleasure my Master.
The second bedroom was the shocker, as it had once been arranged and filled with some very nice, old furniture; which had made it into a very nice guest bedroom at one time.
In place of the bed, was now a sling; hung from the ceiling with four quite substantial chains. There was also one of those padded kneeling sawhorse things, just like there had been at Master Troy's home. The closet had been emptied of all of the things which I had stored there; and was now host to a rather
substantial assortment of items, some of which I recognized.
When we went into the kitchen area, most everything was the same, except for the table, which had been moved; allowing my space for more than just one person. Against the wall, sitting on the floor, were two large glazed clay bowls. One was filled with water and the other sat empty; but what was obvious to the naked eye was the word "SLAVE" on each of them.
Being as it was really late, Master decided to 'call it a night' and said that 'we' would continue the house rules in the morning.
I had honestly expected to sleep on the floor, but pleasantly surprised when I was told to climb into the bed. Once I'd gotten comfortable on the bed, Master Ryan swiftly removed a length of chain from beneath and snapped it in place on one of my ankle cuffs.
Watching Master undress was a rather different experience for me; as he just simply let his clothes fall to the floor, without any regard to their value. His body seemed to be even more alluring than what I remembered from being out at Master Troy's and the obvious erection held tightly behind his pale blue undies was, how should I say, breath taking.
Surprised that he didn't remove his undies, but never the less sort of glad; I lay still as Master slid himself into the bed and came to rest close to me. Just before he turned off the light on the night stand, Master pushed the sleep button on the radio; filling the room with soft, relaxing music. I was pleased to note that Master apparently liked some of the same music that I used to listen to before falling asleep.
Master turned, in my direction with his face close to mine and began speaking of the days ahead. Between his soft voice and the music I was becoming much more at ease with myself and the situation; that I found myself absorbing each and every one of his words. I was happy to hear that Master had scheduled a week of vacation, in order to spend, as he said, "quality and quantity time with my new boy".
The bed felt so good, as weeks of nothing more than a hard floor and that darn foam pad; that I almost forgot how I'd arrived in this predicament. However, Master's soothing words were now accompanied by his hand rubbing small circles on different parts of my torso. Every once in awhile his hand would take hold of my cock cage and move it in such a manner as to cause me a brief moment of discomfort, but not such that I made a single sound.
Before long Master had worked himself up into what one might describe as a 'sexual frenzy', as he began nibbling my nipples while avoiding the steel rings. From my chest he went directly to my cock; and using his tongue to dart in between the steel pieces, which started to arouse my cock.
That's when, for the first 'real' time, that I felt my cock trying to erect within the confines of it's cage; which began to cause a great deal of discomfort. The more it tried to stiffen, the more it hurt and with the Prince Albert entwined in the cage, the head of my cock seemed to be getting pulled harder and harder against the steel. Even my nuts began to ache, as they too reacted to Master's tongue.
The only way I could see myself getting any relief was to find a way to distract Master from his activity, and I kinda already knew that it wasn't going to be one of those times where I could simply pull out my butt plug and beg him to fuck me.
I slowly eased myself over onto my side, so that I was facing him; and used my hands to carefully play with the waistband of his undies. I thought that perhaps if I voluntarily reciprocated, Master might just move his mouth away from my trapped cock.
Detecting my movements, Master eased himself up from the mattress so that I could slide his undies down which immediately freed up his cock. Just holding it in my hand, sent waves of excitement throughout my entire body. I'm really not sure why, nor did I honestly want to know, but the excitement, thrill and feel of the moment was just something that I would remember for a long time to come.
My intuitions prevailed, as Master slowly brought himself away from my cock; as he now lay prone on the mattress. I tried to imagine myself laying alongside of a female, but the thrill wasn't there. The more I massaged Master's cock and balls the more I began to feel as if this was now the 'normal' feeling I'd be experiencing.
My mouth began to lick at Master's nipples, before my tongue found his mouth in the darkness of the room; and then the two mouths became as one.
Master toyed with my head, holding it firm against his lips as his tongue began snaking in and out of my mouth. Astonishingly enough, my cock kept responding; but my brain was telling me to ignore the sensations inside of the cage.
As we broke apart, my mouth then found it's way to Master's balls and that is
where the night turned into something of a mutual lust fest. I needed Master and Master needed relief and release; which came some time later.
When I woke up, the bed was empty and I could hear Master in the kitchen. The
sun had barely begun to rise over the horizon; but after the night I had just experienced, I could hardly wait to see what this day would bring. My body and mind seemed to have rejuvenated enough so that my thought process was functioning rather well.
Still chained to the bed, I eased myself from the mattress and quickly, yet quietly, began to make the bed; in another attempt to prove my worthiness to my Master.
By the time Master came in, the bed was made and I was kneeling at the foot of the bed in the proper position, one befitting a slave greeting his master.
I was pleased that Master unlocked the chain from my ankle as he announced that my meal was prepared and waiting.
Crawling into the kitchen, with its bright lights, I discovered that Master had already eaten his meal and that mine was in my slave dish; with steam still rising slowly from its contents.
Once I finished eating, Master sat at the table, requesting a cup of coffee; which allowed me to stand, as I poured and served it. While Master had his coffee, I washed, dried and put away the dishes and pans used for the meal.
The next part of the morning had gone exactly as it had at Master Troy's home. The only difference was that I was allowed to squat over the commode to expel any liquids and ass slime.
There were a few quirks when it came time to bath Master, but nothing that I couldn't handle and it went very well; including Master using me as his urinal while the warm water cascaded down his muscular frame.
I learned that Paul had required more in his life than Master Ryan could possibly have the time to give him; so Paul had agreed to be trained by Masters Troy and Jeb; until such time whereby they would locate a suitable owner for him. Apparently Paul wanted, needed and even desired to surrender himself completely to a life of servitude. The man must have some sort of masochistic drive deep within his soul.
I also learned that Master had many friends, most of whom I'd be seeing during the course of the week, if not at one of the clubs that Master frequented on a Saturday night.
Until I could memorize each and every detail of my physical duties around the
house, Master had them printed out and taped to the inside of the closet door in the room where the sling was. There wasn't any task that I wasn't familiar with, just that the chores were done on days and at times that I wasn't accustomed to.
I also learned that if I was to be left home, alone, that I would be chained to one of the many steel rings which he had embedded in strategic locations throughout the house.
It seemed strange at first, seeing a clock; as I'd not seen one in weeks, but
now that I was home, the telling of time would be of great importance in the
days ahead. What was even stranger was the time right after the noon meal, when Master turned on the television and I was allowed to sit at his feet and watch; as the news of current events unfolded.
Apparently there was much that I had to catch up on, but when I think back on
it; knowing what the current events are, doesn't seem to play a part of my life anymore.
I actually dozed off, with my head coming to rest against Master's leg. When I woke, I noticed that even Master had, himself, fallen asleep. I took the opportunity to crawl into the bathroom and empty my bladder, by straddling the toilet, backwards, with the seat up. By the time I had gotten back to the sofa, Master was awake and requiring a cold drink, to quench his thirst. The good thing about performing tasks, was the simple joy I got from not having to crawl around.
In the back of my mind, I knew and expected the 'other shoe to fall'; as I had come to learn of Ryan's two distinct, highly recognizable, personalities.
Interestingly enough, I found myself crawling behind Master each and every time he would go into a different room. I didn't have to be told to do it, but I suppose it was the training I'd gotten that caused me to follow along like the family pet.
It felt almost as if Master was testing my abilities, as he'd often stop in mid-step and turn around to face me. I'd have to stop suddenly, which would put my head just underneath his crotch. If he stood for more than a few seconds, I knew exactly what he was expecting; and each time I would use my teeth to pull down his zipper and extract his cock. Most of the time Master would only pause long enough for me to kiss the head of it, but once or twice during the afternoon he would linger long enough for me to get his cock into my mouth for a scant minute or two. Each time that I performed well, Master was always thoughtful and appreciative of my desire to please, by saying "good boy, good boy".
After the evening meal and with the kitchen in tip-top shape I went into the living room, and found Master sitting in the leather recliner with his legs spread wide. "Here boy, come here boy", Master called out and I dutifully crawled in between his legs.
At first I thought that he wanted me to remove his cock, but instead; Master simply had me lay my head on his lap. He stroked my head and shoulders just as if I was his pet pooch.
Just about the time that the evening news was over, the door bell sounded; sending a wave of fear through my body. "Go boy, go answer the door like a proper slave", Master commanded in a gentle tone, which seemed to reassure me.
I was more scared that whomever it was at the door was one of my neighbors or
perhaps even one of the few females I'd dated in the past. I struggled to remember the proper protocol for answering a door, as it was my first time in doing so; but it quickly came to mind.
As I stood, with my hand on the door knob, I felt my cock reacting to the moment. Bad enough that my cock cage always stuck straight out, away from my body, but having my dick actually get excited about answering the door was a bit
to much.
I opened the door hastily, with just a small amount of sweat visible on my face; and was pleased to see that whoever this man was; wasn't someone I knew. I closed the door immediately after he'd entered and dropped to my knees, placing my forehead on the floor. The gentleman didn't say anything or do anything to me, as he moved toward Master, who was now standing and welcoming his
guest. After several minutes of kneeling, the door bell sounded again and I looked and listened for instruction from Master. There was none.
I quickly stood and eased the door open, one more time; and yet again there was a total stranger standing there. I let the man enter and before I could close the door; two more men came scurrying in. There were greetings being passed all around, as I knelt there wondering what or who these men were and why
they were in my home.
My questions were answered as Master came to me and clipped a rather long leash to my collar. He introduced me to all of his friends, which I had to greet them all by licking the tops of their boots and shoes.
I was then sent into the kitchen to 'fetch' (as Master called it), beer for his friends. Once everyone had their beer, Master reached for the remote control of the television and right before my eyes, I was once again watching the slide show and video of my entire transformation. I guess you could safely say that not only did I feel embarrassed but I also felt greatly humiliated.
As the men sat around watching the screen, Master passed the leash to one of his friends and I found myself moments later between the man's legs, sucking his cock until it sent forth its accumulation of sperm. One by one I serviced each of the cocks while they continued to watch the video; and I also had to endure their comments, which at times seemed rather cruel.
After they had all apparently enjoyed watching my fall and resurrection, I was taken into the bathroom; where each of them drained their warm beer laden piss into my mouth. The last to use me was Master and I thought that perhaps the day was at a close.
Coming out of the bathroom, I followed Master as he entered the room where the sling and other items were and I was quickly admonished by Master for the speed I used in trying to maintain a safe distance between the two of us. All the other men stood around, mostly leaning up against the walls, as Master removed his pants and mounted me from behind.
Master was kind, gentle and respectful; as he slowly thrust back and forth into my well stretched hole. I had no reason to think that the other men were going to fuck me and that was one thing that actually was fact. Only Master fucked me; as if he was doing so just to demonstrate to the others that he had total control over me.
I was able to dismiss, mentally, that the room had men in it; just concentrating on that feeling one gets while being fucked. I didn't want any thoughts or feelings flowing through my brain, other than the ones pertaining to my Master and his cock. My own cock responded, but as one would expect; there was still no relief for the amount of semen that I needed to spill. As Master's body became rigid, I could feel his fingernails digging into my flesh; as he let out one long continuous growl, pumping string after string of his delicate seed into my body. Moments later I was made to suck the slime
from his cock as the others looked on; but not even that seemed to bother me. I was beginning to feel as if this was 'normal' and acceptable to the world.
There were several of his friends who bid their farewells, making comp limentary comments to Master as they departed. The last man, who had been the first to arrive, was last to leave; and when he departed he made some kind of statement that almost sounded as if he said, ' see you at Lashes Saturday'.
Had it not been for hearing the name of that particular club, I wouldn't have
given any credence to the notion that Master had a mean streak in his entire
body; but the reality of life set in and once more I became a lost soul unto
myself.
Back in the bathroom, I bathed Master and then tended to my own needs. By the
time I returned to the bedroom, Master was already under the covers and I could see that his eyes were watching me every second.
All he had to do was to point to the floor and I knew that this night was to be spent on the mattress, alone. "Chain", was the only word Master spoke as a reminder to myself that I had to attach the chain and secure myself to the bed. I almost hesitated at the moment just before I locked the chain onto my ankle, but knowing that I was at least safe in my home was more than enough to ease my tension.
Master had the radio going before he turned off the bed side lamp and it seemed almost instantaneous that I fell into a deep, restful, relaxing sleep. My night was filled with dreams that were emotional, meaningful and comprehensive. I was safe at home, with my Master, with my brother, all for what felt like something that should have taken place years ago.
I wondered if I would feel the same way when the next tomorrow came.
To Be Continued....
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