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North Country Chapter Twenty Nine
Once more, I was left, for a minute or two, to ponder the next phase of my 'induction'. Since I was laying flat, I was just about clueless as to what was going on in the room. I did, however, finally hear the door open and close, sensing the presence of yet another person. I knew that the others must have still been standing outside, in the hallway, gazing through the one-way glass.
I caught a brief glimpse of Mr. Thomas, as he passed by me; apparently going towards one of the cabinets lining the wall. The next thing my eyes see, was Master Ryan standing over me; his eyes locked onto mine.
"You didn't think that I'd leave you alone the entire night, did you slave?",
Master asked in the most sincere tone of voice. "I've concluded the business
portion for the evening and now I'm all your's so to speak. By now, you must
have come to realize that the majority of these men are not only friends of mine; but that they are also 'business partners' as well. We all needed a special place to congregate, and enjoy each others company; not to mention each others 'boy' or slave. "Lashes" is only open three nights a week, unless someone wishes to rent out the facility. Each master, who you shall encounter, has his own special niche; and it is within each separate training room, where each of them will get to know you better."
I was able to process Master's words with ease, and I had no doubt that Master was honest about every thing that he was saying to me. I'd never really known Ryan to lie to me before, and I had no real reason to believe that he was lying to me now.
"My room, will be the last room you shall visit tonight. It is customary that
the new slave is seen by his Master last. It is much like being a good host at a party. No permanent damage will come of you tonight. The main focus of this evening is to acquaint you with my friends and to, more importantly, allow you ample time in your transformation to see where mild pain can actually be transformed mentally into pleasure for your senses. Now then, I've taken up more time than I should have for my friend. He's already demonstrated at Master Troy's home, his area of expertise; so there's nothing more that I can tell you about Mr. Thomas."
How could I EVER forget the job Mr. Thomas did on my body, not forgetting his
ability to perform circumcisions.
Master Ryan remained by my side, holding onto my hand, which was securely fastened to the table.
From my other side, Mr. Thomas appeared and set a small steel tray on my abdomen. "Now 'boy' when I tell you to breathe, I want to you exhale every ounce of air from your lungs. I know it will be difficult since you are wearing such a pretty mouth gag, but after one or two needle sticks, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it."
I could barely see, as Mr. Thomas lifted up my left nipple ring; pulling it straight up and away from my body. There was a considerable amount of discomfort, but no real pain, YET.
"Breathe!" Mr. Thomas said, just moments before I felt the first of many small needles tear through my nipple. Mr. Thomas was a man of his word, always telling me to breathe just before each and every needle lanced it's way through my flesh. He used a small spray bottle on my nipple, spraying some sort of liquid, and then gingerly wiping away the small droplets of blood.
"You're doing great", Master Ryan said to me, just after he planted a wet kiss on my cheek. "I'm beginning to think that you really do like this. Well, that is, if your slave cock is any indication. The damn thing is rock solid hard."
I didn't know what to think, nor did I know what kind of reply I would have given; had not my mouth been gagged. I was surprised at Master Ryan for all the attention he was bestowing upon me, during this initial part of the evening. At least I didn't feel as nervous or scared as I originally was at the onset.
Master Ryan and Mister Thomas changed sides, after Mr. Thomas laid my large nipple ring back down onto my chest. During the few seconds that the exchange took, it seemed to me as I could actually feel my heart beating on the very tip of my nipple. It was a feeling which for some reason, I seemed to like.
Master Ryan lifted my nose ring out of the way, and for a second or two I thought that they were going to jab some of those needles into my nose. What really happened was, Master Ryan needed to get the ring out of his way, so that he could kiss the small piece of exposed flesh between my mouth gag and my nostrils. Well, it really wasn't as much a kiss, as it was Master Ryan flicking
his tongue in and out, lapping away the steady formation of sweat.
"Would the slave like to have his gag removed? Perhaps if the slave was to promise not to act out, we'd consider allowing the slave to use his mouth for breathing", Mr. Thomas said with a great deal of certainty, as to what my response would be.
I blinked my eyes, in an attempt to acknowledge the statement; and within a minute, the gag was removed.
In a flash, Master had his tongue probing my mouth, which apparently seemed to bring some sort of perverse pleasure to Mr. Thomas' thought process; as I heard him ask of Master Ryan, "Do you suppose your slave needs to piss before I continue?"
The question, needing a response, caused Master to pull away from my face; allowing me to see Ryan's youthful 'puppy dog' eyes. They were always something
that I admired about my brother, knowing that his eyes could melt even the coldest of hearts.
"Whether or not 'it' needs to, I'm certain that he'd appreciate your attentiveness to the situation. Do you have the proper size for the slave dick, as I don't believe we've even done one with such a thick ring hanging from the tip", Master responded.
"I don't see the need to reduce the size of the 'plumbing' just because it has a Prince Albert. I have a new spreader that I got from a doctor friend of mine, and I think that it just might make shoving the 30 gage plumbing in quite nice; but of course, it will be rather painful stretching the penis muscle that far. Don't suppose there is any reason NOT to allow the slave to feel the added 'discomfort' as I spread out his pink meat head."
I could barely see Mr. Thomas fumbling around in his cabinet, but I knew that
whatever it was that they were talking about was something that I wanted to block from my mind.
As another dose of cold liquid flowed over the tip of my cock, Master Ryan began, once more to show affection to my nipples.
"Ready if you are", was all that Mr. Thomas said, before picking up my cock in one hand and pushing something cold and hard into my piss slit, right alongside my Prince Albert. Instantly I began to feel the muscles and tissue, just inside my cock, begin to be pushed aside. The more my piss slit was pushed apart, the greater the amount of pain. Just as I was about to scream out, Master placed his open mouth over mine and swallowed any sound that I was preparing to utter.
I tried my hardest to forget about the pain in my cock, as Master darted his tongue back and forth into my mouth; while rivers of tears flowed from my eyes. The sensation of something slippery, began to replace the pain in my penis; as Mr. Thomas slowly, but surely, began to insert the behemoth catheter. "You'd best call one of the boys in, unless you want a floor full of slave piss", called out Mr. Thomas.
Master rose quickly, facing the mirror and seemed to be motioning someone into the room. All I could hear was, first the door opening and closing; and then Mr. Thomas saying something along the lines of, "kneel and hold this in your slave mouth".
Then as if I should have known, Mr. Thomas pushed the catheter past my bladder muscle and into my nearly full bladder; allowing my piss to quickly begin to fill up the clear tube that went from the catheter to the slave's mouth. It all felt weird, yet it felt so good. Laying here, draining my piss and not having to worry about making a mistake on the floor.
I then noticed Mr. Thomas holding an empty syringe as he promptly informed Master that he'd filled up the balloon with the required 30 cc of sterile water. "Guess we could, or should leave it all in, until time to call it a night",
Master said to Mr. Thomas; who readily agreed.
With the necessary drain in place, Mr. Thomas set out to quickly lance the bottom of my shaft with at least eight small gage needles, which were long enough to allow for an exit on the opposing side. "Good thing I have steady hands, or else I'd have poked holes in the piss pipe by now", Mr. Thomas said with a rather humorous tone in his voice.
The row of needles were in a perfect line, going from just below my cock head
down to the base of my dick. I didn't really experience anything more than a
small pin prick, as Mr. Thomas made quick work of lancing my shaft. Thankful, as I was, that he always called out the word 'breathe'; I wasn't paying much attention, due to the fact that Master Ryan was caressing me and even had availed himself of my open armpits.
When I heard Mr. Thomas speaking with Master about, whether or not he should insert the needle (s) into my balls, I began to finally realize that Mr. Thomas was dead serious about such things. Thinking that my balls were about to be stabbed, I quickly and with determination, began to think only of my Master. Instantly, my mind felt so at ease; and I knew that the once kindred connection that I and my brother once had was now starting to come full circle.
Shocked, that the next pain that shot through my body was coming from my dick
head; I almost let out a yelp, but the quick action by Master, to cover my mouth, seemed to overt my vocal response to the pain. Master's hand was slowly
and methodically rubbing my tummy, while his mouth continued to seal my lips. My mind quickly sank into what I could only describe as a 'blissful' state, failing to recognize the intense trauma that my own dick was enduring. How unconcerned I felt, knowing that so many eyes were focused on Mr. Thomas and my cock; just because, maybe, I was learning more about myself this very moment, than I had ever given consideration to in the years past.
Master moved one of his hands up to my head, while the other continued it's delicate massage on my stomach region. His hand felt as smooth as silk, as I glided, effortlessly, over my freshly shaved head and face. The only thing that broke my concentration was the initial shock of feeling the first needle enter my scrotum. At first the pain wasn't as bad as you or I might think; but the further Mr. Thomas pushed the needle in, the pain intensified to the point where I could do nothing except to actually scream my lungs out into Master Ryan's mouth. The more I screamed, the harder Master pressed his mouth against mine, accompanied by a more vigorous attempt to use both his hands to sooth the pain away. My body was awash with perspiration, as one after the other, the needles pierced my bound flesh.
By the time, my training period was over with Mr. Thomas, I could hardly believe what had just occurred. Not that my body had been reduced to a pin cushion, but for the fact that my inner feelings, not to mention emotions, had reached an all time high for my brother. I would never had known that Ryan had such strong, emotional, feelings towards me. I couldn't help, but to wonder if all what I'd gone through over the weeks would have needed to occur; if I'd only come to terms, trying to understand my brother, my family and least of all myself. Did I appreciate, enjoy, or yearn for just torturous treatment...NO... but, it sure has me doing a lot of thinking and soul searching.
"Before we move it to the next room, perhaps we should let it see itself", announced Mr. Thomas; always so proud and full of pride in his own work.
Master stood erect, towering over me like a gentle giant; while Mr. Thomas released my right hand, so that I might take a hold of the mirror he was offering me.
What I saw was enough to nearly turn my stomach, but knowing that perhaps the
worst was over, seemed to keep my emotions in check. There were four needles in each of my nipples, with a tiny trace of dried blood surrounding the already ring tits. The eight needles on the underside of my cock, paled in comparison to the six needles that had been lanced through the soft issued gland which ringed my cock. I'd have to say, that perhaps Mr. Thomas felt that the 'crown jewel' of his session were the three needles which were meticulously spaced out in each of my nuts. Odd, how I never really felt all six of them, but perhaps my mind was in another space.
The once clear tubing which was connecting my catheter to a mouth, was nearly
full of my piss; yet, because of my prone position I was unable to see who was connected at the other end.
The door swung open and the sound of wheels on the floor, told me that I was about to be moved to another 'room'. But before I was moved, Mr. Thomas needed to remove the needles from my nipples and extract the six from my balls. Master had decided to leave those lancing my cock, in place.
I wasn't given any advanced warning, as Mr. Thomas started to remove the needles from my balls. It wasn't an easy thing to endure, and I instantly began yelling and screaming; much to the delight of everyone, including Master Ryan, who were all standing in a circle, around my body. They laughed at me and applauded every extraction Mr. Thomas performed; and all I could do was to keep my eyes focused on my Master.
The small gurney was moved into place, while Master held my cock up by the Prince Albert. All I had to do was to scoot myself over, onto the gurney in order that my journey into slavery might continue. I was surprised to see the slave rise from his knees, which sent any and all of my piss, in the tube, coursing its way back into my bladder. That sure was a weird feeling, as one would never expect something to go into your body in such a way.
All I could do was watch, as one of the masters took the tube out of the slave's mouth and handed it to Master Ryan. It was a no brainer to know where the end of the tube was going to end up.
With me, recycling my own piss; the gurney made its way out of the room. With
their backs to either side of the hallway wall, everyone watched me being wheeled into the second room; but just as I was about to pass thru the doorway,
one of the mistresses called out to the group, "sure would be great to see the slaves pathetic cock ringed from top to bottom, just like 'my' girls fuckhole."
Without any further encouraging words from the others, the mistress remained silent; glaring at me with eyes that could have cut me in two.
A considerable amount of work went in to getting me in and secured to the sling apparatus. The door closed behind the last person out of the room, which left only Master Ryan and another man who had the look of a Neanderthal.
"To bad we can't have the tube shoved up the slave's ass, but I've got better
things to do with that gash, he thinks is his rectum. It at least looks like
you've been exercising his hole. Probably would take a full seven to ten days for the damn thing to return to normal, but knowing you as I do, you probably won't let that ever happen", the man said with a degree of certainty attached to his tone of voice.
"You're absolutely right, my friend. The 'boys' ass is no longer his and I for one enjoy it just the way it is right this minute. We've already had our initial 'bonding' and I'm sure that there will be many more hours of the same, in the days and months ahead", Master replied with his own tone of self assurance.
"Best get started, cause I know how much time you always need", exclaimed the
hairy chested man. "For my pleasure, sadly, we'll have to have the piss tube
removed from the 'boys' cock. I'll just use a plastic clamp so the tiny dick
won't leak and ruin my fun."
All I could see was a small blue plastic forceps, but I knew that the man was
clamping off my catheter. In one constant motion, the clear tubing was removed from my catheter, but the other end was left in my mouth. He held up the tube, to his highest ability, draining every ounce of piss into my mouth, before he let go of the tube.
I heard the rumble and clanging of metal on metal, as the man quickly rolled a cart over next to me, stopping somewhere around my hips.
"I've had a new piece of equipment added to my collection and your 'boy' will be the first to try it out. Sort of like being a test pilot, for my latest invention", the man said, in a more than frightening tone of voice.
I watched, as he picked something up off of his cart and began explaining it in detail to Master Ryan. To me, the unsuspecting new 'boy', it only looked like a clear fish bowl; but I was soon to discover that there was a big difference... unless you wanted to consider me the 'fish'.
"You see these tiny, thin, strips of metal right here on the inside? Well, when I have the sphere attached to the pulsator, the strips become energized and the electrical current will become free flowing inside of the sphere. Sort of like one of those 'lightning shows' we all used to see back in the 80's."
Christ almighty... this man was going to fry my cock and balls!
Master Ryan remained stoic throughout the explanation. Perhaps he was just as
intimidated by the contraption as I was.
"The nicest part of it all, is that the 'boy' still has these steel pins in his cock. They will most certainly make for a nice display of electrical discharge. But before I get this in place, I need to get the 'boys' feet and fuck chute all setup to have working in conjunction with the rest of my demonic madness."
I watched as the man placed what appeared to be 'sticky pads' to the soles of my feet and attach a wire to each of them. Then he produced what looked, for all intent and purpose, to be a humongous butt plug; but this particular device wasn't made of rubber or latex. It was plain to see the two strips of metal which had been embedded into it.
"To bad my cock can't give the pain and pleasure that this fuck'n thing can. I'd love to feel my cock shoot electricity up the 'boys' beautifully fluffed up ass hole. But, I'll just shove this up his ass and get on with it."
In one steady motion, the anal invader was pushed all the way in; leaving only the oblong base, with its terminal end, remaining outside of my rectal orifice.
Once again Master Ryan held my hand, as we both watched the man fiddle-faddle
with the wires and his control device. "Always love it when a 'boys' ass falls in love with my machine. Never seen one yet that don't get hard and finally shoot a big load of slave cum all over the place", the man said followed by a thunderous laugh. "But, you see... if I set my controls just so, the 'boy' will be brought to the brink of pleasure and just as soon as the 'boy' thinks he's going to dump a load of cock snot; the machine takes away all of his anticipation and pleasures."
That said, I watched (as did Master) as the man turned the first of several knobs on his controller. The first time I'd ever felt electricity, and it had to be up my ass. I didn't hurt or anything, but the sense I got from the initial experience was one of tingling and tiny pin pricks.
Moments later those same tingling, prickly feelings began to appear on the bottoms of my feet. I guess that's when the "fun" started.
The current seemed to crescendo from my feet, down my outstretched, bent legs; until it arrived at my ass lips. After several minutes, it seemed as if I was being fucked. I knew that it was impossible that the plug was fucking me;
but the electrical current pulsed back and forth, changing intensity, that my anal muscles were contracting and expanding, which made it feel just like a
fuck.
Why my eyes began to roll around, and why I began to moan with excitement; I'll never know, but it really happened. For the moment, this moment... there was a heaven on earth. Master not only kept holding my hand but he also began rubbing the one leg which was closest to him. Between the electrical fucking, and Master's angelic touch, there was nothing left for me to think about. My cock was even standing erect, needles, Prince Albert and all. Not even the needles seemed to distract from the moment, as I felt my bound balls begin to churn with delirious excitement.
I hadn't noticed that the man had placed the bowl over my cock and balls.
The gentle, added pressure, from Master's hand on my hand was the only reason
that I momentarily brought myself back to reality; noticing the man attaching two wires near the base of the fish bowl device.
The surge of current in my ass seemed to subside briefly, as it became quite clear, both physically and mentally, that the fish bowl was now energized. There was a sudden sharp snap inside the bowl, and I let out a brief by loud yelping sound.
The current resumed in my ass, as the current inside the bowl came to have a life of its own. When one part of me was not getting charged, the other part was. Back and forth between pleasure and pain, my sexual relief seemed to be a distant desire.
I tried, in vain, to will all the pain into pleasure. It wasn't working. The pain in my cock and balls seemed to out weigh the gratifying sensations in my
ass.
"It appears that my invention is working, so far. In a few minutes we should be seeing a most gratifying light show. You see how the 'boys' balls are retracting up inside his body. That's from either the 'boys' natural defense mechanism or else the 'boy' really does need to dump his snot", the man said with authority. "Let's just turn off the lights and watch the show".
Within minutes, there was no longer any sexual desire to have an orgasm. It was all about the pain. Slowly, I could begin to see the beginning of what the man had spoken of. Small bursts of light began jumping from one metal strip to another, each with its own distinctive color.
Several more minutes passed, without any further anal stimulation. The intensity of the light show grew at a steady pace, as the current was automatically
increased. The first current that actually jumped from one side of the fish bowl to the other, felt as if it went straight through my dick. I screamed, but just as soon as I did, Master had his hand over my mouth; as it began filling rather quickly with saliva.
More current and more torture. Now the little chards of light were making contact with the needles in my dick. One in particular, seemed to really hurt.
Lightning fast, the blue streak of current hit one of the needles which had pierced my gland; sending pain down my cock. The next time I saw the blue streak, it had changed to orange; as it appeared out of the last needle at the base of my cock, jumping through the bowl to the opposing side.
I nearly wretched my gut up, but was able to control the need to puke. What had been going on for what seemed like hours was unbearable... until I once again felt the pulsing in my ass.
The current kept increasing in my ass, until it seemed to match that of the electrical charge bouncing around inside the 'fish bowl'. Now, not only was my
ass feeling like Master was fucking me, but my cock and my balls seemed to be reacting in a most favorable way to the electrical stimulation they were blessed with.
There were no more sounds of anguish coming from my throat, as Master pulled his hand away. I'm sure that there was enough light emitting from the 'fish bowl', that Master could see that I was much calmer now and in control of my own destiny.
All I could imagine... All that I could think to compare it too... I was getting
fucked and jacked off all at the same time. There was no more pain... no more agony...no more yelling or thrashing about in the sling. The blue light had changed to white, the orange light changed to yellow as I began to realize that my cock was about to explode in a world class orgasm.
I began to babble, thinking that I was announcing the impending ejaculatory experience; as the current kept increasing. My ass was beyond sore, my anal muscles nearing exhaustion while my cock began to fry... BUT my single note, solitary toned scream, alerted Master that I was having, through his graciousness, a mind boggling experience.
My ravaged cock, shot string after string of sperm into the 'fish bowl'. My cock seemed to not want the experience to end. Each time a pearl of sperm flew out, a bolt of electricity latched on to it, sending the yellow flame of passion spiraling around my Prince Albert ring.
The last thing I remembered from this room was the kiss from my Master, my owner, my lover; as I went from the throws of pain, to pleasure, to total darkness.
To Be continued....
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