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North Country Chapter Twenty Seven
The next, and the next and the next day seemed to be all about learning the ways of Master. It was nothing that one, even myself, couldn't handle; well... almost.
Master had me doing all of the housework, including the laundry. I even had to drag out the ironing board and press all of his clothes, which included the two or three pairs of underwear. I never was allowed to cook, let alone be in the kitchen more than a minute by myself.
I was really learning more and more about Master each hour of each day. There
wasn't a single time that I feared a disciplinary action, but I knew that soon, really soon, it would all have to come to an end.
There were several different things that occurred on each of the following days, which for the most part helped the day progress; without me getting on Master's nerves.
I was slowly, yet firmly coming to grips with my new life; which, for the most part, seemed as if I was in a completely different world. I had accepted the fact that I was the constant urinal for my Master and that I was becoming dependant on having his cock in my mouth. Not that sucking Master's cock was something that I truly desired, but rather it was a simple statement of my wanting and needing to please Master. I felt much more assured of myself when I did the simple things like bathing Master twice a day and the times when I would either help Master to dress or to undress.
I was pretty sure, just by the words and actions of Master; that he was always reminding me of the way we lived while we each went through puberty. Now, however, the roles were reversed and it was I who sucked, bathed and swallowed
piss on a daily basis. I was just about sure that my brother must have been right; thinking all these years that I had a deep seeded need for male dominance.
The one thing that occurred over the next four days, were the daily deliveries by the UPS or FedEx drivers. Mid afternoon, there came the ringing of the door bell and thankfully I was always in the training room when they delivered the packages. Only twice, did Master have to have some help bringing in the boxes; but the UPS driver didn't seem to mind at all when he wheeled the boxes into the training room where I was prominently displayed, laying over the padded 'fuck bench'.
"Nice piece of boy pussy", he said more than once; as each time he passed by me he commented in some rhetorical manner. The worst thing I heard him ever say was something like, "I wouldn't mind fucking that ass some time when I'm not working or even after work." I never saw his face, but his voice sounded sincere and I'm sure that Master would somehow invite him to spend time with us.
When Master had to leave the house for even the briefest of time, he always made sure that if I wasn't tied down on the 'fuck bench' that I was secured by chain to one of the steel rings in the house. I didn't even think about finding a way out of the locking devices while he was gone. I could have, I'm sure, made a valiant attempt at escape but in my gut I knew that it would be futile trying to escape him, his friends and especially the neighborhood.
The time right before supper seemed to be the time when the phone would ring.
Two or three times in a row, as Master's friends called; and by the sound of it, they were checking up on how the two of us were progressing. Most of the time, it was sounding like Master was pleased with my minimal progress, yet once or twice I overheard him mention that I'd racked up a few more demerits.
One night, after a phone call and after I'd clean up the kitchen, I was summoned into the living room where Master was sitting in my favorite recliner. He
allowed me to sit on the floor, just below his feet; as he used the remote control and turned on the television and the DVD player.
I was thinking that Master was going to replay the photos and video of my incarceration, but I was shocked to see Paul on the screen. I watched intently as Master's Troy and Jeb put him through some fierce training exercises. It was hard for me to believe, even to contemplate, that a man would beg for more pain.
One of the short vignettes that appeared was of Paul being whipped by Master Troy, with a whip that I hadn't seen before. It was evil looking to say the least. Master Ryan explained to me that it was a bullwhip, as I tried to block
out Paul's screams which were followed by his begging Master Troy for more.
The last part of the DVD really made my stomach churn. I'd heard about girls and certain animals but not men and animals. There for the world to see was Paul on his hands and knees with his head down to the floor; while one of Master Jeb's dogs was mounting him from behind. Paul was screaming, but this time he wasn't begging for more. Instead, it seemed and sounded like he was begging for the pain for the fucking to stop. Once again, I was told by Master Ryan that the dog had 'knotted' with the slave. "The boy always told me that he wanted to experience being dominated by an animal and that is just something that I'd care not to get in to personally."
It was slowly, but surely, coming to me; making sense, that now I had enough information to know just why Paul had been given over to Master Troy and Master Jeb.
Master Ryan may or may not be a sadistic man; but allowing me the honor of hearing his words about Paul, assured me that he cared enough about me and for me, that I wouldn't be subjected to such harsh, dehumanizing treatment and torture.
Still, probably one of the toughest things I had to get used to was just the fact that I didn't know what day of the week it was and now with no clocks in
the house I was never really sure about the time of day. It was something, that for my whole life everything revolved around days and times, especially at the tedious work I used to perform at the lab.
Sometimes, in the early evenings, Master would have company; but they never really stayed a long time. I think that they just wanted to witness the reality of slavery and the lengths Master would go to, to show just how much control he had over me. Just as long as my brother wasn't overly domineering, I didn't really seem to mind. I began to feel more and more like this was the life I was destined to live.
I began feeling deprived, some where along the second or third day; if I didn't see Master's naked body except in the shower or at bed time. I knew that some of the time which he'd left me alone, was when he was off at the gym working to prefect his body. Being honest, I'll admit that his body was in far greater shape than mine, even though I was a couple inches taller and leaner; but his was a solid mass of pure adrenalin pumping muscle.
I can remember one particular night when Master came home; he wasn't alone. He arrived with Mister Thomas, who apparently had prearranged to meet Master at our building. Mister Thomas was happy to see that I'd been progressing nicely and he even complimented me; although he really didn't have too. Master removed my cock cage, along with all of the other bands and bindings, and allowed Mr. Thomas to closely inspect it as to any 'wear and tear'. It didn't take more than five seconds and my dick sprang to life, right in the palm of Mr. Thomas's hand.
Master informed him that I'd not expelled any of my slave seed in five or six
days; to which Mr. Thomas asked if he might be allowed to milk my 'slave shaft'. I was taken into the training room and secured, this time in the sling.
I'm pretty sure that Mr. Thomas was shocked to see that my butt plug was still being used; as he made a small mention of it to Master Ryan. The next thing I know is that the plug is being pulled out and presented to my mouth so that I might lick the ass slime from it. I was used to it by now, but having to do it for someone other than my Master seemed a bit awkward.
After tossing the butt plug to the floor, Mr. Thomas worked his way up to my exposed ass and began unbuckling his pants. He'd never fucked me before, so I'm guessing that this is just part of his 'payment' for piercing me and cutting away my foreskin. I felt him ease his cock into my ass, thankful that he was wearing a condom, and before long Mr. Thomas had himself in a steady and constant rhythm, lancing my ass lips, and probing around for my prostate. Master Eric stood to the side, watching my reaction more than he was watching Mr.
Thomas fuck me. With one of his free hands, Mr. Thomas began to stroke my slave cock; stopping every once in awhile, presumably because he wasn't himself ready to have an orgasm.
Moments later Master moved in behind my head, lifting my head up off the leather sling. Then, apparently, by the sound of metallic clicking I could tell that part of the sling was being disassembled. Still bracing the back of my head, Master eased his hand down toward the floor, thus permitting my head to 'dangle' below the rest of my body.
Rolling my eyes back towards Master Ryan I could see him sliding his zipper down and extracting his hairless cock. Nobody had to tell me what to do; as I opened my mouth to accept his gracious offering. Soon both men had synchronized their motions so that my entire body was rocking, gently, back and forth.
There wasn't one word spoken, as the males continued on their sexual journey.
Minutes later, Mr. Thomas began to moan and I could feel his entire pelvic region press against my body, as he dumped string after string of seed into the depths of my bowels. No sooner that he'd fallen forward, resting on my torso; that Master Ryan sent the remaining couple of inches of his cock into my throat, draining his balls of every drop of stored up semen.
After licking off Master's cock, Mr. Thomas presented his slime covered cock to my mouth and I diligently licked it clean as well.
Mr. Thomas moved back in between my legs and began to suck on my balls one at a time. This alone sent my cock to rising straight up off of my abdomen and the more he nurtured my balls, the closer I was getting to having my own orgasm.
A second tongue began to lick up and down the shaft of my cock and I was positive that it was Master Ryan. Master had even gone as far as holding my Prince Albert up and off of my cock, allowing himself full access to every micro inch of my slave dick.
My orgasm was probably the most intense one that I'd ever experienced. My entire body lifted up from the sling, as my vocal cords tried to control the animalistic sounds that I was trying to make. I felt rope after rope of my own cum, splashing from my nipples back down towards my cock. It was so intense, so fucking awesome, that I didn't want it to stop.
Master Ryan, being in control of the entire situation, leaned over and began lapping up my seed; while Mr. Thomas continued to suckle my nuts, with one or
two of his fingers constantly probing around inside of my ass.
"Consider this as reward for all the good work you've done this week", Master
Ryan spoke out rather cheerfully. "Don't expect this sort of treatment every
week, let alone each time I allow you to bring forth your slave seed. However, if I were in your place; I would also be thinking along the lines of your punishment sessions. You can expect the same degree of titillation from your punishment sessions as you receive from your seed spewing rewards. Perhaps one of these days you just might find yourself enjoying your punishments just as equally to any others."
That sure did cement my thoughts and expectations about my pending punishment. I knew, know, that Master wasn't the type of individual who would forget such an important matter.
Both men left me alone, while they returned to the kitchen for some refreshments. I lay there; head still hung low, and recalled my most recent orgasm; which did nothing to fend off the erotic sensations being sent back into my cock. It was once again rock solid.
On this particular night, I was summoned into Master's bed and lay quietly beside him; as he wrapped one of his arms around me and fell into a deep sleep.
It was also the first night, which Master had chosen not to fuck me; which for some strange reason left me with a feeling of want, need, and desire.
I knew the moment that I woke up that today would be different, but I wasn't at all sure why. It started off in the 'normal' manner, but by the afternoon things seemed to change a little bit.
I was taken into the bedroom and secured to the bed frame; while Master spent an extraordinary amount of time in the training room. I heard him drilling and banging, along with the rattling of chains. The metal to metal, grating, sounds didn't sit to well with me, but there was nothing I could do about any of it now; but I knew that everything Master was doing was more than likely something to make me a better person, and a much better slave to him.
When Master came to release me, in time for dinner; the door to the training room was closed, so I had no earthly idea what had been done as I crawled slowly down the hallway. Master never said anything about the room either as he ate, nor did he speak a word while he sat and watched me chomp down my meal from my slave bowl.
After, soon after, I'd finished the dishes; the doorbell rang and this time I
was instructed to open the door for whom ever it was that was waiting. Fairly confident that Master knew who was coming, I wasn't too hesitant about opening the door and remembering to quickly get into my kneeling posture.
I was pleased, finally, to see Kevin, Ray and Kevin's dad at the door; just prior to me dropping to my knees. I couldn't imagine why they, of all people were here to visit.
The one thing that caught me by surprise was knowing that Kevin was standing right next to me, stripping himself naked, and then proceeding to drop to the
floor onto his hands and knees. I guess I was impressed by his actions and not words, as I at least knew that he was still safe, with Ray his lover, and his dad.
The customary greetings were exchanged between the three 'free' males, and just as quickly as the salutations were over the three went into the kitchen. None of their voices were loud enough for me to hear what they were saying, but I really didn't give a rat's ass what they were talking about. It was just so good to see a 'friendly face' in Kevin, that they could have stayed in the kitchen all night if they'd wanted to.
When they returned to the living room, still chatting away; was when I learned a few of the details.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" asked Kevin's dad. "I just didn't have any one or any way to leave them alone tonight. Lord knows that if they were left to do as they please, I'd be coming home to something I'd rather not want to know about, or see. But, you can be sure that I'll pick the two of them up no later than two; it's just that I don't get much time for me and my friend to come into the city on a Friday night for a bit of relaxation."
I sure learned a lot from that statement. The main thing which really shouldn't have concerned me, but it did, was that today was Friday; which meant that in twenty four hours, I'd be on the way to "Lashes" with my Master.
Kevin's dad left without as much as saying good bye to his son. He did, however, remind Ray that he was to obey the rules of this house without fail.
After the door closed, Ray flopped down on the sofa and called out to Kevin.
Kevin crawled over to Ray and knelt between his legs and rested his head on Ray's lap. Then Kevin and Master struck up a conversation about what had been going on during the week; and Ray was eager to explain everything in detail. Master Ryan seemed quite pleased at how well Ray was treating his boyfriend.
Once the conversation died down, Master suggested that everyone should watch a movie. Ray was agreeable to that, and quickly jumped up, going over to my extensive DVD collection to select a movie; while Master tossed a bag of popcorn into the microwave.
Master called out to me and I quickly rose and scurried off into the kitchen;
helping to pour two glasses with soda and preparing three bowls of the popcorn. I took the two glasses into the living room along with one bowl of popcorn and sat them on the coffee table; while Master brought in the last two bowls of popcorn and one large bowl of water, which he placed on the floor, under the coffee table.
"I don't know about you, but I like to be comfortable when I watch a movie", Master said to Ray.
I reached up and began to methodically remove Master's clothes, leaving him naked. I had thought that Kevin would have followed suit but he continued kneeling there without as much as flinching a muscle.
Master turned off all the lights, but one and then took his place on the sofa
alongside of Ray. I knew, from practical experience, that my duty was to always please my Master and his cock in such situations; so I immediately went in between his legs and wrapped my lips around his cock.
As soon as the movie had started, Master's two hands were on my head gently massaging away any outside interference that I may have had. I always seemed to enjoy the way Master rubbed my head and toyed with my ears while I sucked his cock; as it always seemed to make me forget everything except for my Master. The only drawback to it, on this particular night, was the few occasions when Master would purposely set the cold glass down on my back.
And since I was transfixed in my own small world, I didn't even notice that Ray had finally shucked his clothes and had his 'boy' sucking away on his cock as well. I'm guessing that it took a couple of minutes for him to get used to being here and coming to realize that his own nakedness was not considered to be out of place.
After accepting a sizable amount of sperm from Master, I was released so that I might have some water and popcorn. I had to be diligent, as I slowly maneuvered myself between the sofa and coffee table; but I finally got my head below the table and into the water bowl. I was soon joined by Kevin, as the two men continued watching the movie.
Once the movie was over and the table cleared off; Kevin was made to drape his body over the coffee table, while I remained beneath it.
Turning my head I could see Kevin's face pressed firmly against the glass top. He had a smile on his face which made me think that he was enjoying Ray's attention; and shortly thereafter his face changed for a brief minute when Ray's cock made entry into Kevin's ass.
Even though I had expected Master to pleasure himself with my body, Master seemed content in sitting there watching the two young adults having sex. I almost laughed out loud when I thought about all the times that I had to 'baby-sit' Ryan and what it could have been like if the two of us had engaged in such a sexual manner.
With a guttural moan, Ray unloaded what must have been a weeks worth of his manseed into Kevin's ass. I could even see Kevin's flesh press harder onto the
glass as Ray must have been laying atop him. Finally Ray got up and presented his cock to his 'boy' for proper cleaning. Little did I know that the 'show ' had just reached intermission.
Now, with my butt pressed against the back of the sofa, my feet hanging over the back and my head hanging off of the seat cushion; Kevin was commanded to 'face fuck' me.
At first he seemed gentle and cautious as his cock slipped passed my lips; but as his pending orgasm neared, Kevin really began to fuck my face, while Master Ryan continued to sit next to me, watching every thrust of the young mans body.
Immediately after Kevin had withdrawn his cock, Master had Ray stand over me,
backwards; squatting down over my face so that his pucker hole was right over my mouth. Yep, sure enough, I even had to rim out Ray's ass; and by the words he was using; I must have been doing well enough to please him too.
No sooner had Ray been told to move away, Master seemed to take physical control of the situation by standing up and leaning over me. He grabbed hold of my ankles and pulled them back towards my head. He gave each of the two young adults an ankle to hold back and away from me; thus exposing my plugged ass.
Once the two had control of my legs, Master withdrew the butt plug and replaced it with two, then three of his fingers. The anal massage I was getting was, to me, just another physical 'high', as my mind raced to catch up to the actual physical stimulation inside my ass.
"Look at his cock!" shouted Ray. "It wants to get hard but the poor slave has to wear all that steel and cock cage that it can't get stiff."
No truer words were ever spoken. My cock was straining under the all the steel and my cock cage, but I knew that a full erection was futile thinking, not to mention painful.
I was now mixing pain with pleasure. It was something that I wouldn't wish on
even my worst enemy. I never thought, in a million years, that a person could ever, simultaneously experience to separate and distinct feelings. I was starting to actually believe what Master had said to me just yesterday. "A good
slave knows when to turn his pain into pleasure... and that day will come soon
enough."
As Master withdrew his fingers from my ass, he lowered himself just enough to
allow me the pleasure of sucking on his smooth nuts. Master was as hard as a
rock, and I honestly wanted his cock in my mouth, not his balls; but I knew I had to accept whatever it was that makes my Master happy.
With Master's balls now removed from my spit filled mouth, I continued to breath rather heavily; most of which was from the excitement of the moment as compared to the lack of oxygen in my lungs. I somehow felt as if being with Kevin and Ray, along with my Master was a good thing. There didn't seem to be anymore reservation in my head about being used in front of others, but I knew that the real, true, test would come when I was exposed to the patrons at "Lashes Pub".
All the excitement and sexual frenzy had been fulfilled for the night, just as the doorbell rang. I had no idea that time had gone by so fast as to it being time now for Kevin's father to return.
Kevin ran to the door, before I even had a chance to get off the sofa. In all
his nakedness Kevin opened the door and thankfully it was his father who awaited entrance.
There were a few words of thanks, between Master and Kevin's dad before the teens began to gather up their clothing and started to get dressed.
"Kevin, just put your shorts on. There's no need for any shoes or shirt. Besides, what should you care if people see your pierced nipples", said Ray; with nothing less than a sincere tone to his voice.
Kevin simply smiled, remained quiet and followed Ray's instructions.
By the time I'd washed the bowls and glasses, Master had already gone ahead and gotten into bed. After I cleaned myself up and tended to a couple of small
details I too lay down to sleep; only to be summoned to Master's bed.
After a most sensual fuck, Master and I fell asleep in each others arms. My sleep was filled with nothing but the best recollections of my life from the moment I was subdued in the woods, up to and including tonight.
Now knowing that today was Saturday, I was wishing the un-wishable; that we wouldn't be going out tonight. I was still kept in the dark as far as the training room went, with all its new additions; but the thoughts and concerns about the unknown trip to "Lashes" were foremost on my mind. I seemed to lag behind in most of my daily responsibilities and had to endure countless admonitions from Master Ryan. The further the day progressed, the more I concentrated my thoughts on tonight. I knew I was falling into a rut, so to speak, but this was going to be (according to Master) a momentous occasion; not only for me but for Master as well. After the evening meal, doing the dishes and making sure the house was in proper order; I was sent into the bathroom to administer my own enemas and to perform an extra good body scrubbing. While I knelt under the warm, cascades of water; all I could think about was the remainder of the evening. I was sure that all hell would be unleashed towards me, but without ever seeing the place before, all I could do was accept the few words which I'd heard before as gospel.
I wasn't even needed or required this particular night to bath Master. But, while Master was alone in the shower, the doorbell sounded.
The question came to mind, should I or should I not open the door and greet whoever was awaiting entrance. I scampered to the door, not knowing who was on
the other side and swung the door wide open.
As I dropped quickly to my knees, I was never more thankful and surprised to see Master's Troy and Jeb, along with Henry and what I took to be Paul; but if it was indeed Paul, he sure looked a hell of a lot different now than the last time I saw him.
The masters patted my head and my butt, as they made their way to the sofa. Henry simply came in and stood next to the sofa, as Paul slipped out of his shorts and crawled over to the nearest corner of the room and buried his head on the floor.
I couldn't help but to think of what had happened with Paul. Not that I knew him, but just the fact that there was so much difference in his demeanor and his flesh was marked with raised welts from the back of his shoulder blades down to the calves of his legs. The one thing which I didn't see at first, but soon discovered, was that Paul had a catheter shoved up his cock with the end of it folded over so as not to allow any of his piss to escape. Paul's ass wasn't plugged, but from where I was kneeling, he sure didn't need one; his ass was swollen so much that you could more than likely shove a grapefruit up his hole and he wouldn't even know the difference.
Once I'd gotten enough of Paul's body image in my brain, I began to think more and more about the rest of the night. Shortly thereafter, Master came out with a towel wrapped around his waist and he anxiously greeted his friends, and sending Henry into the kitchen to fix everyone a cold drink.
Master Troy, promptly explained that I'd taken it upon myself to answer the door; to which Master Ryan seemed more than pleased. "He's learning his place quite well and I'm starting to feel a small sense of pride in my slave boy."
After accepting the beverages from Henry, Master took the three men into our training room and apparently showed them what all of the changes were that he'd made.
After the 'guided tour', Master excused himself and went to dress for the night out; while I was presented with Henry's zipper.
Master Ryan reappeared before Henry had the opportunity to deposit his seed; and then Master Ryan handed me a pair of black leather shorts to put on. The smell of the leather was intoxicating, like I'd never known it to be. The shorts were exactly that... short. There was some kind of removable pouch like cover on the front and a matching cover on the back, covering my butt.
With a simple click, my leash was put on and after Paul had been ordered out from the corner, we all departed for "Lashes".
All six of us used the staircase, all the way to the parking garage; and even if someone saw me they would have been more distracted by a naked Paul rather than to fixate on me, the neighbor.
Paul and I were herded into the back of Master Jeb's SUV like a couple of animals; while the others took places up front.
There was a considerable amount of conversation going on, but with the hum of
the tires and the whine from the engine, it was impossible to understand one
word from where we were kept.
Looking out the window, I could tell where we were, until we crossed over into the one part of town that I'd never gone before. Most of the people I knew always considered this part of town as being 'seedy' or 'where the perverts go for a night of fun'. Now I was clumped in with those who frequented the seedy and perverted parts of D.C.
The vehicle slowed down and turned left into what was nothing more than an alley and once we'd gotten to the end, I could see that there were a number of vehicles already parked and just passed the last car was a small lit sign with "Lashes" in rainbow colors.
Standing next to the door was a giant of a man, caramel skin tone with what looked like a leather harness coming up over his shoulders wrapping around just below his pierced nipples. The only shred of clothes he wore was what appeared to be a rather skimpy leather jockstrap.
My level of fear shot through the roof, as Master Ryan opened the rear compartment door allowing the two of us to climb down and immediately kneel on all
fours.
To Be continued....
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