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North Country Chapter Thirty Five
No sooner had Master withdrawn His arms from around me, I could see the expression on his face change from consoling to one of sheer determination.
"I'll handle the delivery man at a time that is convenient. But for right now, I feel that you and I both know that you need to be disciplined for your transgressions", all said with a sense of sincere care and understanding.
"Master, yes Master. Your slave is sorry for being disrespectful, Master."
"Stay right there until I come for you!" Master said with a degree of authority.
Master walked down the hall and unlocked `the room'. I could hear nothing but noise coming from the room; and about an hour later Master re-appeared.
"I wasn't planning, nor was I expecting to use your `room' tonight; but you' ve left me no choice in the matter", still said with a firm tone to his voice, yet with a twinge of sadness.
"You were not given permission to use the television, nor to utilize the DVD player; so consequently, you shall spend an hour in the chair", Master said, still keeping his tone of authority. Master removed the chain from my ankle, leaving the other end attached to the eyebolt.
Master simply turned and proceeded back to my `room', and I obediently followed in proper form.
There were still the two boxes from today's delivery and two or three others that hadn't been opened yet; but those that had, had been emptied and their contents assembled.
I already knew of the leather sling in the corner, but to see a nearly identical chair in the center of the room sent shivers down my spine. One thing that I wasn't to sure of was what appeared to be a leather net of some sort.
It was hanging from the ceiling, via a rather substantial looking pulley system. And, yet to be fully assembled, was the makings of a padded `fuck bench' .
"I see by the expression on your face, that you approve of your new room", Master said with a smile.
I remained silent, as it wasn't put to me in the form of a question. "Okay then, you should know the routine by now `baby', " Master said in his own whimsical way.
I crawled over to the chair' and took the proper position, as Master buckled my legs and cuffs to the legs of the chair'. After completing the task of binding my arms and chest to the chair, Master politely said, "I've selected a dildo that should keep you entertained while I prepare supper."
Pulling the largest fake cock, I'd ever seen, from one of the boxes, I nearly
fainted. Master went behind and beneath the `chair' and I knew that there was no sense in protesting.
As soon as Master came back around to my front, holding the controller, I knew that He meant business. "Now, the only question remaining is ... does `baby'
need a mouth gag, or is he going to behave and not disturb me whilst I cook."
Casting my eyes towards the floor, I answered Him honestly. "Master, Your ` baby' will be on its best behavior Master."
I heard the metallic click of the toggle switch and knew that I was about to be ravaged by my new `chair'.
More astonishing was the fact that Master lifted up my right hand and placed the controller beneath the palm. "If for any reason, `baby' feels it has reached its limit, then it has my permission to turn off the machine. HOWEVER, should it turn the machine off, there will be consequences for its actions. Such consequences, your master will not discuss with it."
I hadn't even detected that the dildo was already probing the gapping entrance at my ass. Hell, I didn't even remember when Master had removed my butt plug; but it must have been while we were in the living room. I found it strange that I could listen so intensely, that I was oblivious to what was going on
around me. I wondered... did Master have such an influence over me, or was it just me... allowing myself to submit to the love and understanding of my Master.
Master hadn't been gone for five minutes and my sphincter muscles were pulsating and in pain. I was sure that the dildo hadn't gone that far into me, but why was my ass hurting so much. I tried to block the pain, thinking about anything and everything that brought me pleasure, instead of the pain. My ass began to burn from the stretching and the constant rotation of the dildo.
I actually started to convulse, spasm if you wish, and the one time that my head was turned to the side; my eyes caught sight of something which put fear into my soul.
Now, did not Master show me the dildo he was going to teach me with? If so, then why was it laying off to the side, on the floor? Apparently, I must have been mistaken, as the dildo working into my body seemed to begin to actually heat up. The heat sensation had to be in my mind, not in the dildo.
The dildo continued to heat up, as it pumped back and forth into and out of my ass. My asshole was now opened up way more than ever before. My mind was so consumed with my feelings and emotions that I had actually blocked out the sound of the hum and whir of the motor beneath the seat.
Sweat was simply pouring off of my body, like a swollen river. My cock, on the other hand, was reacting on its own volition. The flesh of my dick was pressed right up against the steel rings of its cock cage and the head of my dick was straining to push thru the steel guard ring at the tip of the cage.
My cock was actually pumping itself up and down; to the rhythm of the anal fucking I was enduring. My breathing became labored, as my cock became more intone with the pain the cage was inflicting upon it. My Prince Albert was bouncing so much that the hole on the underside of my cock, seemed to be pulling away from it.
There was a glistening of my pre-ejaculate fluid just beginning to flow down the top side of the Prince Albert. I knew that my own orgasm wasn't too far behind.
I tried to will my cum to stay in my nuts, to no avail. I knew from experience that the machine wasn't going to shut down, just because I dumped my seed.
My chest pounding against the leather restraints, my one hand now a tight fist and my eyes were closed; as I clenched my teeth, in an effort to avoid making to much of a ruckus.
I couldn't even buck my torso, as the strongest and longest orgasm of my life, erupted before my very self. There was so much built up pressure that I thought the inside of my penis was going to explode, as string after string of my semen flew across the room. I nearly shut the machine off, as the dildo pounded further and further up my ass; but I knew that I should be able to handle more of Master's discipline.
I hadn't realized that this chair' wasn't exactly like Master Troy's chair'. I suppose the biggest difference was that now the dildo seemed to have increased its speed, as it mercilessly plunged into my ass, spinning in circles and flexing as it went in and out, back and forth.
At the moment, all I could think about was the control box under my hand. I looked down at my hand, spreading my fingers ever so carefully and I noticed that there was some sort of number displayed in red lights.
The illuminated number was six (6), and all I could imagine at that precise moment was the number ten(10), as I began to feel the dildo in my gut, so far up that it seemed to be poking me, right beneath my belly button.
Moments later, Master came in and removed the controller from beneath my hand. "Well, it looks like you didn't make it as far as I'd hoped you would have."
Not only was I puzzled by His words, I was dumbfounded as well.
"The whole idea", Master said in such a tone of voice that distracted my feelings away from the pounding up my ass, "A good boy' would wait until the machine showed number ten, BEFORE the boy' unleashed his slave seed. We'll just have to work a lot harder from now on."
I knew Master was serious about his proclamation. But, right at that precise moment, I was responding to yet another wave of enormous eroticism that I didn 't respond to his comment.
"Looks like `baby' wants to stay on the chair for awhile longer, yes?", asked Master Ryan.
"No Master, thank You Master", I replied as my Prince Albert continued to bounce up and down; demonstrating to Master its own will and desires.
Master turned the machine off, and began to remove all of my bindings. He left the dildo up inside of me for the last thing to be removed.
"Now `baby' you need to clean up the mess you made on the floor", Master said with a comical tone of voice.
"Yes Master, sorry Master", came my reply.
I eased myself off of the chair, and in doing so, I felt the dildo slide out of my rectum. I made a quick glance back to see what Master had pushed up my
ass, and was astonished by its sheer length and girth.
"After `baby' cleans up the floor, he'll have to clean up his buddy here", Master said pointing to the slime covered dildo.
"Master, yes Master", I replied, once again.
"It is always best to clean everything up before we start a new training session, don't you think so `baby'?"
"Master, yes Master".
I licked my way down the entire floor, finding not only strings of sperm but small dollops as well; before crawling back to the chair. Once again, I found
myself not repulsed by having to lick the slime from the latex dildo, but rather; I envisioned the dildo, as to be my Master's cock. I labored and lavished over the entire exposed length of the dildo before Master was satisfied with the fruits of my labor.
"You see, baby', the mess that was on the dildo. That tells me one thing, and I'm not pleased. The one rule you broke... a boy' always has a clean hole for its master. Do you think your hole is clean enough for your master's cock?"
I seemed to stumble for words, until I realized the correct answer was `no'.
"I guess `baby' will be due for another discipline session later tonight since its hole wasn't properly prepared before its master came home; but for now let's go eat."
What I really wanted to do was to get to the bathroom and wipe my ass and wash the dried sperm off of my Prince Albert; but Master's word always takes precedence of His `baby's' wants.
By the time we'd gotten into the kitchen area, the scent of well prepared food filled my nostrils. I simply knelt by where I knew my bowls would be placed and awaited my meal.
I watched, as Master passed in front of me, with his plate of food and beverage. I knelt there and watched him ingest his food with the fervor of a Greek god.
Master got up from His table and placed the dirty dishes in the sink. I continued watching, expecting Him to present the same food to me in my slave bowl. As Master picked up my bowl, I began to salivate with anticipation.
I was aghast at my dinner. "A good `boy' always eats everything its master allows it to consume", Master said in a rather brotherly fashion. I turned around and bent down, over my meal; but couldn't bring myself to eat.
"Yes, Master,... but", I began to say but quickly halted another syllable from
escaping passed my lips.
"Now you know you like veggies, and you can see that I've given you plenty of them. The meat in your dog dish is something your mother always tried to get you to eat, but you never did... until now."
I instantly knew what the mystery meat was... SPAM...
The meat was all mashed together with the vegetables making it look more like
canned dog food more than anything else. Slowly, very slowly, I lowered my head into my dog dish, quickly sampling the food. I knew that any hesitation on my part would more than likely infuriate Master, so I struggled to get the first few chomps of food down my gullet.
Master was kind enough to at least speak with me, while I ate. He talked mostly about his work day and not much about anything else; so I'm assuming he sort of wants me to understand his life, outside of the house.
Oddly enough, Master finally made his way to the floor, stroking my head and back as I ate. It felt nice; in fact it felt wonderful to have him paying me so much attention in my moment of need. I think he knew that I was having trouble coping with my meal, and his only intentions were to help me get through it.
Soon enough, I could feel Master moving around to place himself in front of my kneeling body. What happened next should not have surprised me in the least, but for a moment or two, it did.
I guess, by estimation, I had about three of four more mouthfuls to consume; and it was then that I saw the head of Master's cock, as if it was glaring into my dish. The sudden release of Master's piss, into my bowl, flooding the remains of my evening meal, made for an interesting few seconds. Flecks of food began to float in Master's golden nectar. The sweet, yet acrid, aroma of Master's urine filtered up my nose.
"That should help baby' get the rest of his dinner eaten", Master said; still maintaining a tone of voice that for all reasons, sounded brotherly' to
me.
Master retreated to one of the chairs surrounding the table and simply sat there until my dog dish was empty. Master gave His quiet praise and commended me on how well I took to my first, of many, such feedings. I was then busy washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen, while Master continued sitting there in silence. I couldn't help but wonder what Master was thinking at the time. All I knew was that with each passing minute, I was becoming more and more in tune with Master's wants, His desires and His needs.
Master even watched, as I hosed out my guts and showered. Before leaving the bathroom, Master made sure that there was a stick of grease up my hole and that my butt plug was in place.
Unceremoniously, Master led the way back to the room' and I soon found myself sprawled over the fuck bench', bound with more leather and rope than I care to mention.
"My `baby' now understands about cleanliness and how it affects its master' s moods. So I don't want to prolong this discipline any longer than I've already have", Master said almost as if he was disappointed.
My head was held firm with a wide strip of leather, but I could see that Master was in the closet; and then, too, I could see what looked like the dangling ends of what I'd consider a ferocious whip.
"This may not be pleasant for you `baby' , but I can assure you that once you 've tasted such discipline; that you'll never again desire to bring shame upon yourself for not pleasing your master"; again with a sullen tone in His voice.
Master brought the strands of the whip, up and over my face; allowing me to smell the newness of the leather and to get a sense of the power that the whip
had. Then He laid the whip down on my back, and just that small act on my Master's part, seemed to bring a small amount of mental tranquility to my life.
The softness of the leather, against the bare skin; the coolness of the leather against the warmth of Master's slave told me that Master knew exactly... the how's, the when's and the what's of His desire to bring love back into His life. Is it possible that what Master said before was really true? Are my feelings so repressed that it takes all of this, and more, to allow them to surface. I wasn't sure of anything at the moment, except that I knew Master was not going to let harm come to me; in a manner which He himself didn't approve of.
"Now, I could give you a gag for your mouth, but I think, or is that, I feel;
that `baby' needs more experience with massaging a cock with its throat muscles", Master continued in the same tone of voice.
"I'm going to get this dildo all the way down babys' throat before we start the discipline session. The sooner you learn to massage a real man's cock, the sooner you will become a boy' with less and less pain and discomfort."
Master held before my eyes, a dildo that almost looked real... not just in color but in size... HIS size.
I opened my mouth, and closed my eyes. I knew about controlling my breathing,
but this time I imagined that it was Master's own cock working its way into my throat. I wanted, and desired to please Master this night.
It took several additional minutes and countless tries, but I finally managed to get the entire shaft of the dildo behind my lips. Master was even kind enough to take some duct tape and wrap it around my mouth and head so that I couldn't accidentally repel the dildo.
The room was as quiet as a church for about a minute, and then I heard soft, relaxing music coming from the speakers in the living room. I could even detect Master's footsteps coming back down the hallway, which; I'm told is a good thing to learn.
Master had just stepped back into the room, when His cellphone sounded. I know it is impolite to eavesdrop; but in this case, in this situation, there wasn 't much I could do.
"Hey" "No... everything is going great" "Well I was just about to administer a level one disciplinary treatment." "No... he can't go anywhere at the moment, if ya know what I mean." "Oh great... I'm glad Henry was able to email it to you." "I suppose you've already watched it?" "No, heck no; dad seemed cool with the whole thing, but a little timid." "Yeah, I know. Hey listen... I'm not saying anything to him about it. That's up to you." "No I haven't told him about you yet, but I suppose that I should, before Saturday." "They said they'd take him back on Wednesday, so if you want him, I guess you could pick him up, after the cookout. I'm sure that he'll be kept caged while everyone is at mom and dads. Jeb wouldn't take him there anyway... at least not in his current condition." "I suppose you're going to introduce him to your stud horse?" "Fuck yes... he'd love it... I heard that he can't get enough of Troy's dogs." "You're doing what?... Are you crazy? That kid just turned eighteen and I don 't think he's anywhere near ready for the kind of slave training you'll give him." "So, hey... I gotta get going here, but let me know if and when you tell dad. " "Love you, Uncle Cal. See ya Saturday."
The room fell silent, all but for a brief moment in time. Then the next thing I feel is the whip being lifted gently from my back.
"The whip", Master began, "The whip is an extension of your master. You will
respect the whip and all that it has to offer you. In the future, you will kiss the whip and thank it before it administers discipline and love. In the future, you will count aloud, each and every stroke of the whip; and thank the whip for each stroke. By thanking the whip, you'll be thanking your master. "
I actually understood each and every word Master was saying to me. It was easy to follow Master's words; words which should, in time, become engrained into my heart and soul.
"You will find pleasure in the whip's discipline. The whip loves you, as you
should love it. In time the `boy' will beg to be disciplined by his whip. The whip will always remember your smell, your feel and your endless love for it. Now, we must get started; as your whip awaits the first moment of bonding and its first intimate contact with its slave boy. The whip awaits its release of power of its slave and desires to mate with its slave."
I was still thinking that the whip had a brain, briefly; but I knew what Master meant by his kind and caring words.
"Now then, only two strikes tonight; as it is the `boys' first intimate contact with his whip. That will be two strikes each, to each arm, the back, each butt cheek, each inner thigh, each lower leg, and two final strikes to the slave' s nice tight ball sac. The whip is sad that his slave's ass is plugged, but the whip will have many more opportunities to kiss its slave's hole."
I could hear Master shuffling his feet, behind me; and then I heard the first of many whooshes of air, as the initial strike hit my left arm, just below my shoulder. I nearly came out of my skin, the instant the whip made contact with my skin. The pain was bearable, so I could only assume that Master hadn' t laid into me with the full force of his well defined body.
The second strike caught me off guard, as it landed on my right arm; now both
arms were competing for attention. Again to the left and back to the right; and the first phase of my discipline training was over.
I think after the third strike from the whip, was when my eyes watered up and
began flowing. I really had to concentrate on breathing, and discovered that I was in so much distress that my throat was actually milking the dildo within.
The two strikes to my back were so different than those on my arms. It was as if the whip had torn away my flesh, as I now openly began to beg and plead from behind the confines of the image that was shoved in my mouth and down my throat.
There seemed to be a short break, before the next round of strikes began. I was able to squelch my guttural sounds, and slow down my breathing. I, once again, heard Master shuffling his feet behind me.
The pain of the whip, striking the bare flesh on my ass was a `near death experience'. Master must have amplified his strength ten fold, as one after another blow came crashing down on my ass.
Without stopping, Master lashed my inner thighs; and if I thought the treatment my ass got was tough... this was living hell. The pain increased to levels not felt before. My body began to convulse and sweat started raining down onto the floor below.
My claves suffered equally. I even tried to flex my leg muscles to help reduce the amount of pain and suffering they had to endure.
Another break and all I could think about was that these last two strikes were heading straight for my nuts. But, did Master mean two strikes on each nut or was that just a total of two?
I could feel Master Ryan trace his fingers around the outer edges of the marks on my back, which seemed to ease the discomfort in the rest of my body. The soft, gently motion of his finger seemed to heighten my sense of wanting and needing to belong to Master that much more. I was finally coming to grips with my life, as difficult and as painful as it is, but I knew, I just knew that my own brother wouldn't be doing all of this just to please himself. He had to know, something I still hadn't come to terms with and I had to allow myself to fall completely into his control and compassion.
"Now the whip desires to mate with the slaves balls, until such time that it can caress the lips surrounding the slaves ass", came the final words from Master as his finger lifted away from my tortured flesh.
The instant my right ball felt the strands of the whip strike flesh, my stomach responded and I had to not only fight off the pain, but the immense desire to vomit. I felt my last meal violently making its way up my esophagus. I felt certain that I was going to drown, in my own puke. Control my breathing, maintain a decent level of flexing my throat muscles against the near image of Master's cock in my throat not to mention warding off the need to barf my guts out was almost to much to bare.
I hardly noticed the second strike on the remaining testicle, but I did feel something. My mind was racing against all odds that the pain wasn't real. Ryan, Master Ryan couldn't have done this just to make me suffer. Why then was I even thinking such? Master loves me, and I think I'm beginning to have those same feelings.
Before I could venture anymore trivial thoughts, I felt my butt plug being extracted. Something narrow and hard was passing over and around the tender, puffy exterior of my asshole. Slowly, an image appeared in my mind that the whip was toying with the entrance to my body. Then, without the first hint of what was to happen, the handle of the whip was gently inserted into my anal cavity. It didn't go in far, maybe an inch or two; but I couldn't believe that my body was reacting to the invasion. My ass seemed to be moving in such a way that I sensed it was sucking the handle of the whip into my body.
The next sensation that came over me was the enormous amount of sexuality that Master presented as he moved quickly to my head and unwrapped it so that He
might remove the dildo. There was a scent, a raw, wild and unabashed scent to Master's body that began to filter through every one of my senses. Although my balls were on fire, there was a burning desire in my loins; that transcended up my back and registering in my brain. As I sucked in copious amounts of air, those same feelings continued to over-ride the pain. Master's scent, combined with the feelings between my legs; began to transform the pain into a mild pleasure. I knew that something was wrong, as I'd never before had such feelings, so powerful; begin to take control of my thought process.
Eventually, the heighten awareness of all my pain receptors began to settle down, as did my brain. I almost felt as ease with myself; as Master removed the whip handle from my ass, offering it to my mouth so that I could clean the handle and thank the whip for showing me the errors of my ways.
Once again Master gently laid the whip on my back, as if the whip and I needed time alone.
Moments later, maybe minutes later; something moist and wonderful began to happen to my ass. It was wet and warm, going over my puffy skin; and I didn't want the feeling to ever stop.
I began to think, no feel, perhaps; as if I was some kind of pervert who gets
his rocks off from being used and abused.
The ministrations continued around my anal opening; keeping my cock in a constant state of arousal, once more aching for relief from the confines of its own hell.
Hands, two hands, now touched my butt. Carefully placed, so as not to awaken the strikes from my whip; pulling my cheeks apart ever so gently.
The object that had been circling my anal opening began to dart in and out of my ass. There was a presence of flesh touching the inner most portions of my
thighs; as the object kept pressing forward.
I knew, I honestly knew, that Master was lavishing my ass with his mouth, lips and tongue; perhaps, just maybe, one of his ways of showing his devotion and love to his brother...
To Be Continued...
North Country Chapter Thirty Six
After being released from the `fuck bench', I crawled to the bathroom and quickly took care of all of my needs.
Master was waiting at the side of his bed with my anal plug and another stick of grease. I wasn't expecting it to hurt, as Master crammed it into me, but
it did. I suppose it was just from the sheer force and shock that my body reacted the way it did.
I slept, alone, on my mat; but tonight, the chain wasn't locked to my ankle. I didn't have the strength to run, even if I had wanted to. Fun, I thought to
myself; how for some reason the idea of escaping wasn't present in any of my
immediate thoughts.
Master's foot woke me up, and I saw Him sitting on the edge of His bed; so I knew now, what every morning was going to be like. This morning, unlike yesterday, I discovered myself locating my hands on Master's hips; while I ingested His golden, sweet nectar. Truly from the god's.
We must've gotten up on time, as Master had me wash his body; before setting off to prepare Master's morning meal.
As Master ate, He also spoke. "Don't forget the rules baby'. Be nice to anyone that comes knocking. No television, unless you've been give permission. When I come home, I'll be posting a complete set of rules and a stricter schedule for you to adhere to. I'll also be posting your daily diet requirements which, by the way, are being compiled as I speak. Now you be a good baby' and daddy will see you real soon."
Master stood up and came over to where I was obediently kneeling. He kissed the top of my head, squeezed my nutsack and then proceeded to give me his tongue; as he ravaged my mouth. Did I just feel a wad of Master's spit?
After Master had departed, I quickly made a bowl of oatmeal with a single slice of toast for my breakfast. My mind revisited last night's dinner, when Master had purposely pissed into my dog dish. I'm sure it was to teach me the ways of my Master.
Had Master forgot... or was it intentional... that He didn't lock my ankle to the chain today. My mind began to ponder the idea of escape, making a phone call to dad and getting him to come to my aid. I ran to the front door, it wasn' t double locked either, like yesterday. I could do it... I could make a run for
it.
Panic set in, as I ran around the house. Finally, my common sense and better judgment prevailed. I'd never been one to run away from anything or any one in my whole life and I wasn't going to start now. Not just that if anybody found out where I'd gone, or where I'd gone to work; they could very easily send out a copy of the photos or worse yet, the DVD, and I would be ruined for ever.
Thoughts of compassion, passion, love and distain for Master Ryan started to flow through my brain like water through a sieve. There was only one, just one way to rid my mind of these thoughts.
I went over to the wall, picked up the chain and lock, and padlocked myself.
Going back into the kitchen, I cleaned up like I usually did, then tended to the bedroom. As I was making Master's bed, I could not only smell His presence but I could actually sense Him being right there with me. I picked up his pillow and inhaled his manliness. I could feel the tingling, in my cock, as my mind replayed some of our more memorable experiences together.
Just before I started to clean His bathroom, I thought that to make my day go
better, I could turn on the radio; or even play some of my CD's. I wasn't told that I couldn't. The radio seemed to be the best option, as then I could here a person talking and I could get caught up on some of the current events. The radio would be my companion until Master returns.
I made quick work of cleaning Master's bathroom and then went in and cleaned mine. The tub was a mess, from my enema last night. Then it dawned on me that
I'd not showered or cleaned out this morning. I figured that I'd pass on all that until later this afternoon, since Master demanded His slave be squeaky
clean when He returns. I remembered what Master had said about how I was to clean the tub, but I didn't do as He instructed. I wasn't ready to lick the bits and pieces that remained in the tub after my rectal rinse.
I found myself standing over the bathroom sink, needing to piss. I was supposed to kneel in the tub and piss but since I was at the sink, I just figured ` why not'. I felt good, if that's the right word to use; watching my piss spray all over the sink. It sure beat pissing in the tub and having it spray all over the place and me.
After my bathroom was clean, I went into the living room; thinking how nice it would be to just relax and listen to music and the announcers voice for awhile. I noticed, as I passed by the kitchen, that I'd forgotten to rinse out the coffee maker; and it still had coffee in it. It had been days, weeks even, since I'd had coffee, so I quickly filled a cup and put it in the microwave to reheat it.
I sat down at the table, looking around, sipping coffee and thinking of everything I'd been through and what the outside world was like, now that I wasn' t in it. Funny how you can think of things and then something brings your mind back to reality.
I wasn't sure just how long I had sat at the table, but my minutes of silence
were interrupted by a knock on the door.
I hastily put my cup in the sink and dragged the chain and me over to the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw none other than Henry. My heart raced. Finally a familiar and `friendly' face.
I unlocked the deadbolt and swung the door open and before Henry could take one step forward, I found myself giving him a great big hug.
Henry seemed to accept my advance in the most polite fashion. He even gave my
naked head a quick peck with his lips; before easing me backwards into the house.
`It's good to see you too", he said beaming from ear to ear.
I didn't even think to ask him, why he was here; I was just glad that he was.
"Before we go any further, I must inform you that this time that we've been given, is also to be considered free time for you. So therefore, you may speak like a free person, should you so desire", Henry said, still holding on to me.
"Sir, yes Sir", I said and Henry just smiled at me.
After I'd closed the door I dropped down to the appropriate position for a slave. I wasn't going to give Henry any reason to `rat' me out to Master Ryan. I watched with a great deal of interest, as Henry made his way into each of the rooms; almost as if he was inspecting them for Master. He commented on the coffee cup in the sink and the fact that there was one chair not properly placed at the table. I even watched as he inspected the bathroom that I use; and he made a comment about it as well saying, "this room smells not of freshness but of human waste."
"Yes Sir, sorry Sir", was the only thing I could think of as a rapid reply.
"So you've been doing fairly well with your Master, from everything I am afforded to know", Henry said in a friendly way.
"Yes Sir, I'm trying to learn my Masters ways, but at times it is so hard to
understand Him", I said as an open invitation; hoping that Henry would pick up on my inability to totally understand Master.
"Masters can indeed be difficult to understand, boy'; it took me almost a year before I could anticipate both of my Master's needs and wants. Just don' t let it get you down. You're doing a great job, and it was such a pleasure to help train you, and I sure as hell hope I can continue to assist any Master when you need a bit of encouragement'."
"Sir, might I ask a question Sir?" I asked with a contrite heart.
"Why yes boy'; I've already told you that this is a free time' for you", came Henry's reply.
"Well Sir.... I just don't know how to ask this, but ... but... do you.... I mean Sir; does Sir know what is going on? I mean, Sir, that I'm still confused. I' m confused about so many things that I don't know anymore what is right and what is wrong. I don't understand Master being nice one minute, acting like my brother and the next minute he is so domineering. I love my brother, but I' m not sure if I love him as my Master. He has yet to tell me much of anything and at times that makes me feel so uneasy. Like last night, He was on the phone and I could only hear his side of the conversation, but it still made me feel uneasy. I'm always thinking that He is talking about me, Sir."
There was an immediate change in Henry's facial expression. I watched him form a huge smile; and with that, Henry paused for a moment and then began to answer.
Well `boy', I'm impressed with your questions as they all seem to encompass how the two of you are managing to accept each other; but if you think back to what you said a minute ago; you'll find that you've answered your own questions. I told you that all of this takes time to process and accept. In time, who knows; perhaps your Master will be less demanding than he is now. But I will tell you something that I've known for quite some time... years as a matter of fact."
I lifted my head, so that my eyes were now looking directly at Henry as he continued. "The first time I met your master, he was a wreck, wrought with so many unanswered questions running through his mind. He'd just come back from visiting his uncle and he drove straight from there to Master Troy's home. I was in the kitchen, and I could still hear him talking with Master Troy. There were times when he was crying and sobbing so much that Master Troy had to hold him in his arms just to comfort him. Your Master has not had an easy road in life either, so one can not judge him, if one has not been in his shoes."
Confused, was to say the least: I heard what Henry was saying but I couldn't put anything together that made any sense, until Henry began speaking again.
"Let me fill in a few blanks for you and then perhaps you'll better understand your master and where your master comes from and where your master hopes to be." Henry said as he put a hand on my nakedness.
"Master Troy and Master Jeb met your `brother' years ago. They were the first men with whom your Master had exposed his soul to. They treated him like family and I was made available to him over the years, so that he might hone his physical, as well as mental skills. It was on the day that he came back from his uncle's place, that he learned who his uncle really was."
I understood everything Henry had said, up until the part that he brought Uncle Cal into the picture.
"Let me preface this next statement by saying that over the first couple of years of knowing your Master, he always spoke of `my brother'. There wasn't a time that he ever spoke harshly about you; in fact, more often than not, he used to always say that he loved you more than life itself. So His conflict came while visiting his uncle. It was his uncle that implanted the seed, years ago, that if there ever came a time where your brother could some how get a hold of you, that he should do it, just so he'd have you all to himself."
I choked back the tears, the best I could; but some managed to escape. Ryan never, EVER, told me that he loved me. How odd that he would tell other folks,
but not me. I guess, I just never gave him a chance; not after the way I treated him.
"Do you recall, being told about our little group' of like minded men and their boys'; and how we rotated our monthly get togethers? I bet you didn't know, nor did your Master at the time, that dear ole Uncle Cal was a member of our group. Such a small world we live in. And the only reason I'm telling you this is because I think you have a right to know. But, mind you, if you breathe one word of any of this to a single person; I'll personally see to it that you suffer like you've never suffered before."
"Sir, yes Sir; I promise I won't say a word... not to anyone Sir,"
"You know the disc with your training and stuff on it.... Well Master Jeb as sent one to each and every member of our `group', which means Uncle Cal has already seen you and how beautiful you look now. Do you remember hearing about how some of the slave boys get used by a master and his animals? Well, that master is your uncle. He is in charge of such depravities. It's his small farm and his small animals that bring much pleasure not only to some of the masters but to a number of slaves as well. Keep in mind that it takes different folks to make the world go around. But, you should take solace in the fact that your Master is not into such acts of random kindness and love. Master Troy on the other hand, enjoys such things only if it is known to him that the slave wants, needs and desires to couple with a beast. That is the only reason you've not been raped by one of Master Troy's dogs... yet."
I was finally getting to understand the lifestyle my Master had taken. Just like people, straight people do strange things; it is permissible for men like my Master to enjoy those same rights and privileges. Now I was beginning to have even more thoughts and questions.
"But", I began.... Sir what about Uncle Cal and the others? Surely they don't
expect a slave to succumb to being mounted by an animal... or do they?"
"No, not as a general rule. Cal sometimes takes in slaves who desire such things, such as that pigslave who used to be called Paul. I think Cal is going to be taking him back down to his place, after the barbeque."
A momentary blanket of relief fell over me, as I continued to listen. I was beginning to feel at ease with Henry here. It was like having an old friend to
talk with.
"From what I've already seen, the girls have loosened him up enough where he
could probably take one of Cal's horses with no problem. Seems like the girls have put anything and everything up that `boys' ass. SHIT... I almost forgot."
Henry's change in tone caught me off guard as he reached into his right rear pocket and pulled out a DVD.
"I made a copy of the pigslave's training and told your Master that I'd drop it off. It's really quite good, even better than some of the ones that I've made in the past. Do you want to see it?"
"Sir, no Sir. I'm not allowed to look at the television without Master's permission."
"Well, let's just say that I wanted to watch it... I could... and if you just so happened to see it too...", Henry said in such a way that almost made sense.
I remained silent, but I almost deep down wanted to watch the video.
Henry looked around, over his shoulder and back again before saying, "Ya know
what, it's almost time for lunch. How about I fix you something really nice. "
Still, I remained silent; thinking about the pigslave, while Henry scampered into the kitchen.
"I'll just make us something simple", Henry said with a slight chuckle.
I remained in the living room, watching Henry move back and forth from the refrigerator to the stove, and back again. I glanced down at the DVD, sitting on the coffee table and saw that it was labeled ..."Pigslave eats it All". I could only image what Paul had been made to eat.
"Lunch is ready!"
That was really quick. I crawled into the kitchen, where Henry was now seated
and saw where he was eating a grilled cheese and tomato sandwich. There was nothing on the table for me, but suddenly I realized that Henry was allowed only so much `freedom' with me.
I crawled over to my dog bowl and my lunch was already waiting for me; but it
wasn't a grilled cheese sandwich.
"Sorry I couldn't fix you a sandwich, but your Master wanted you to have your own special lunch. He wouldn't even let me heat it up for you, but I've eaten worse, myself."
I looked intently at the food in my bowl, discovering that it was nothing more than one of those cans of soup that you don't add anything to it.... You just heat it up. Thankfully, I'd bought them before I went on my vacation; as I used to eat them several times a week when I got home to late to cook anything. But I'd never imagined I'd be eating it at room temperature, right out of the can.
I knew that Henry was watching me, seeing if there was the least bit of hesitation on my part; which I attempted not to display. I finished the soup and Henry gathered up the bowl along with his plate and put them in the sink, "you
can wash these whenever you are supposed to", was all the he said and headed off to the bathroom.
I don't know why I listened, but there wasn't' any noise coming from the bathroom and he'd even left the door open. I turned around and began crawling my
way to the bathroom and I wasn't surprised, one bit, that Henry was standing
there, next to the toilet, with his slave cock hanging out.
He flopped it up and down, briefly; all the time with a serious look on his face. I knew now what he had been anticipating. I moved up and devoured his cock just as a nice flow of slave piss came bouncing into my mouth.
"Sir, thank you SIR for giving this `boy' your piss Sir", was the only proper thing I could've said at the time; as Henry tucked his cock back behind the zipper.
"Good boy, you've not forgotten your slave manners", Henry said as he passed me and headed for the living room. "Now perhaps the `boy' should do the dishes."
I'd no sooner gotten to the living room, when there was a knock on the door. Henry put a finger to his lips, indicating he wanted me to remain silent; as he moved over behind the door.
He didn't even look through the peep hole, before motioning for me to open it
up. By the time I'd gotten to the door and stood up, Henry seemed to be impatient. Using his right hand he motioned for me to look through the peep hole and then to open the door. I was miffed by his actions, not knowing what the heck was going on, but I knew that I had to obey Master's orders.
My body shook, my faced turned ashen white, the second that I saw that the same delivery man, as yesterday; was knocking at the door. I could tell that he was holding a single package; unlike yesterday. I thought that I'd be able to sign for it at the door without having him come inside.
"Well, if it isn't my little faggot bitch", the man said as he began pushing his way passed me.
What I hadn't seen at first, was Henry reaching into his left rear pocket and
pulling out something that resembled a remote control for a television.
I'd stepped back, not wanting the man to push me down like yesterday, as the door slammed shut behind him.
Before the man could turn his head around, Henry applied the thing in his hand to the man's shoulder; sending him to the floor, yelling obscentities.
Hell, I didn't know what the fuck was going on, as I'd not seen a look on Henry like that, EVER. I snatched the package off the floor, and moved back towards the sofa; as Henry knelt over the man and quickly worked his hand up the man's brown shorts and gave him another zap with the remote thing. The delivery man instantly went into spasms and all that Henry did was to stand up and stare down at him. "My nuts, my fucking nuts! You blew my nuts off!" the man said in extreme pain.
I guess I must've looked rather funny, as Henry looked at me and simply smiled.
"Now get up and get the fuck out of here. You ever touch this `boy' again and I'll do more than prod your balls, you piece of trash. I'll cut them off and feed them to your old lady while I'm fucking her. NOW GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!!"
I began laughing aloud, as Henry opened the door and the delivery man crawled
out on his hands and knees; with Henry kicking the little signing gizmo out right behind him.
My laughter became uncontrollable, as even Henry started laughing just as soon as the door was closed and locked. "Guess your master was right... that guy needed a big attitude adjustment; and I was just the man to give him one."
I laughed so hard and so much, that the urgent need to piss overcame me; " Sir, I've got to pee Sir... real bad Sir."
Still holding the prod, Henry waved it in the direction of the bathroom and I
quickly crawled away, with Henry right behind me.
The closer I got to my tub, the more I needed to pee. "I don't want you kneeling over the side to piss. Climb right in there and this time... you need to lay flat on your back", Henry said in his normal tone of voice.
The cold of the tub, penetrated my backside; but I was obedient. Thankfully I
had noticed, too, that Henry had tucked the prod back into his pocket. Henry
leaned over me, placing my cock on my stomach, which I could barely see except for the very end of my cock cage and Prince Albert.
"Wouldn't it be nice if your master knew that you began training yourself in the art of `water sports'? I'm sure that he and his friends will gladly accommodate you in the weeks and months ahead. Now you just go right ahead and piss while I watch."
Having been around Henry enough, I wasn't embarrassed about much of anything to this point; so I relaxed and let my body expel the warm urine. The blast to my face was something I hadn't expected; as the combination of the cage and ring sent my piss in every direction. I subconsciously licked my lips, tasting my own piss. It brought back memories of the first time I had to taste piss, not to mention my own. It was yet, another warm reminder to me; of what I was becoming.
"Noting the time, and understanding that the boys' Master will be arriving soon; is it not proper and a responsible action for boy' to clean himself. Not to mention that I felt several stubbles on boy' earlier... perhaps I should assist boy' in his duties", Henry said with a smirk on his face.
"Sir, yes Sir, thank you very much Sir", I replied.
Henry got my first enema started before he quite frankly said, "I'll be right back. I must go check on the cargo in the trunk of the car." The only thing I could imagine he'd ever refer to as `cargo' would be a human type of cargo. I wondered if it was the mayor's son.
I managed to retain the first bag of water, just until Henry returned. He watched and was amazed that I'd returned to laying flat on my back, as the slime
surged out of my body. Without as much as a word, he simply refilled the bag and started filling me up again. I had taken hold of my ankles and raised my legs up so that Henry would have better access to the entrance. I could feel the sludge and water dripping from my legs and lower back.
A total of four bags of water were used until I was completely void of waste,
after which I stood up and turned on the shower; watching, as the bits and pieces swirled their way down to the drain.
Henry was one step ahead of me, as he handed me a wash cloth and bar of soap. No soon had I shut the water off, Henry was right there with a razor and shaving cream.
He had me kneel down so that he could easily reach my head. He was able to remove all of my steel bindings and shave me without much trouble; after I stood up and positioned myself properly. I felt as if Henry was acting out of kindness towards me, rather than being the `trainer' which I knew him to be. Although it felt good to have my balls dangling free, for once; it also felt as if, for some reason, I was incomplete.... Naked.
"I'll go get the grease sticks, and you start cleaning your tub", Henry said
before heading off to the kitchen.
By the time Henry had returned, I hadn't done much of anything, except to climb out of the tub.
"Not going lazy on me, are you boy?", Henry asked rather comically.
"Sir no Sir" came my reply.
"You want to be a good slave, don't you? You want to please your master don' t you? You desire to be an obedient slave, even if you are a lowly pigslave; don't you?", Henry asked in a soft voice.
I momentarily started to stutter as my eyes had been fixed on the few specks of ass slime which didn't make it down the drain. "Si...... Sir.... Yes... Sir... but Sir that's shit there Sir."
"I'll help you my little slave. Just start at the other end and lick the bottom of the tub, working your way down towards the drain. By then it won't seem so awful. Trust me." Henry said with all that sounded and seemed resonalbe.
I got down on my knees and leaned in over the edge of the tub. I started licking and I could feel Henry's hand spreading my cheeks apart; in preparation for inserting the grease log.
The log slid in slowly, thanks only to Henry's kindness. The frigid log seemed to heighten my awareness that my ass hole was all puckered out and grossly distended.
"I know that you've been used to only one log, but I'm sure that your master
would like to know that you've been able to accept two logs into the body which he owns now."
The inner sanctum of my ass seemed to spasm at those words; sucking the first
grease log into my body like a starved rat. I could feel the coldness of the log intensify as it remained positioned on my prostate gland.
I was now over half way through, licking the tub clean and the view of the drain kept getting closer and closer.
Henry used the second stick of grease to push the first one even deeper into the darkness of my body and the sensation of becoming `full' was overpowering. Henry kept reminding me to control my breathing as he eased the second log all the way inside; giving it a little extra push by using his index finger. I felt as if I was briefly freezing to death, but knew that in reality, that was not the case.
"Now I want you to concentrate on the feelings inside of your body, not on the task which lay before you", Henry said in a most profound tone of voice. " Feel me working your love hole. Feel me guiding your butt plug in, as it pushes the grease even further into your body, searching for your soul."
Henry started twisting the plug around, in circles, slowly; as he laid one hand on the small of my back. My brain suddenly began to equate that the two logs of grease plus the plug; would mean that over twenty inches of non-human items would be occupying my ass. Again, sensing me tense up, Henry offered up more words of wisdom and comfort.
Within a minute, my head was back to where it was supposed to be; and I found
myself in the throws of sexual excitement.
I tried, not once, but several times to lick the remainder of the tub; but my
instincts forced me to wretch each time. Henry remained silent the entire time; as he continued to insert the plug.
After overcoming my own reactions, I licked the first of many small pieces of
slime into my mouth; while doing everything I could to concentrate on my ass and not the task.
It became easier to accomplish cleaning the tub; the more I succumbed to the feelings which Henry was helping to create. I even sprung an erection which seemed odd having, since I was so accustomed to wearing the cock cage.
"Excellent, just fucking excellent; thank you very much Henry", came words that froze me in place. "It's good to see my `baby' has the desire to continue pleasing me and others."
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