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North Country Chapter Thirty Seven
Master Ryan and Henry exchanged words, as I completed my task; and then Henry
bid his farewell, leaving me and Master alone, for what I'd hope would be a good evening.
Tonight at supper, it was much like last night; Master eating normal human food and me stuck eating a half can of mushy Spam.
I thought Master would want to watch the DVD that Henry had left in the machine, but instead he went directly into my room and began sorting through the last of the items; putting them where He felt was proper. All I had to do was kneel there and absorb the situation. Master wasn't very talkative at all. He did, however, keep casting his eyes in my direction with a warm smile on his
face.
I got to bathe Master, and I was really becoming enamored with doing that part of my job. I could easily tell that Master, too, was even more relaxed than
usual, as my hands slid over every inch of his profoundly defined body.
I had just figured that Master didn't want or need to discuss my day's activities; nor those surrounding Henry's visit. It was all to clear to me, that Master had placed a call to Henry and asked him to come over. And, I for one was thankful that he did. I couldn't have taken another beating from the delivery guy, let alone have to perform a sex act with him.
When bedtime rolled around, I pulled my foam pad out from under the bed; but was told to put it away, as I'd be sleeping in the bed, with Master.
It was during my free time', that Master continued my education. He told me so much about every one of the group's members and how he and Uncle Cal had seen eye to eye' on many topics. He even told me about Henry and how Henry had started off much in the same fashion as I was; but more over was the way in which Henry's two masters had elevated him to a higher status than just a mere slave. I listened, as Master told me how the three of them began to have more than just a master/slave relationship. I guess you could say that Henry had become a `member' of their family. Submissive, yes; but with a great deal more responsibility, than someone like me.
During our talk Master repositioned himself so that the two of us were face to face. Master had one arm over my chest and the other arm and hand were busy
massaging my, still exposed, cock and balls. I guess that perhaps Master knew he hadn't caged my cock nor had he bound my balls. It continued to feel strange, being free like that, but having an erection without being trapped behind a steel cage was nirvana. I wanted Master to keep messing with my cock and balls so much so, that I even draped one of my legs over His legs; entwining us as one.
Master contorted himself, just enough for him to reach into the night stand and take out those "special occasion' pliers; as my Master liked to call them. Fumbling ever so little, Master took the pliers and removed my Prince Albert ring; allowing my cock to now have TOTAL freedom. It sprang, hard, against my stomach and it brought an inner smile to my soul.
I thought that I knew what was coming, and I was right. The soft and moist lips of Master began to encompass my shaft. It wasn't long before His mouth had the entire length of my cock engulfed in his mouth and throat. The feeling, even more than the first time He'd sucked my cock; was and still is beyond words.
Before long, the two of us were sucking each others cock, while Master found delight in twisting my butt plug. The combination of the two actions was bringing ever so close to an orgasm.
I challenged myself to do something that I'd not ever done before. I moved one of my hands to Master's butt and began to slowly rub them; working ever so gently towards His rectum.
I found that if concentrated on my actions, then perhaps my impending orgasm would hold off for just a bit longer.
Once my finger had found the `spot', I gently massaged over and around the entire surface with just one finger. I heard Master, more than once, moan with a certain degree of pleasure and acceptance.
Shaking, I gently eased my finger into Master's ass. I could feel it clinch itself around my finger and then it began to pulsate, in rhythm with my finger; as I pushed it in further and began twisting it around slowly. I could also feel Master's hips move in unison with the rest of his body's reactions.
For the shortest time, I felt as if the two of us were one. One being, one soul, one purpose; the unbounded number, of one.
The two of us, did in fact, have simultaneous orgasms. Both of our bodies' arched, frozen in time, as our cocks erupted into each others mouth.
For several minutes, we lay there breathless and emotionally drained. I wasn' t sure about Master; but as far as I was concerned, this experience was far beyond anything that I could have ever imagined.
I tried to think of nothing but my Master. I wanted somehow for Him to know that I was falling in love with Him. I sorta knew that He was, and had always
been, in love with me in some way or another. Now the reality of life was beginning to take shape, but I had to make sure that all of this is what I really wanted, needed and desired. I wasn't going to rush into this, but I was going to simply take all of this one day at a time. I resolved myself, not to judge Master for his actions of discipline, nor His verbal, sometimes demeaning, statements. There had to be a method to His teachings and I wanted to learn all I could about this life and to regain all those lost years that I might have had with Ryan.
We each could have used a good shower or bath, but instead we simply re-positioned ourselves and lay in each others arms, in silence. Eventually, we both started kissing, which evolved into more `petting' and such.
I was fearful that the two of us would over sleep and Master would be late for work, but a quick glace at the clock showed that it was barely passed midnight. Six hours of sleep would suffice, for me; but I was unsure about my Master.
Then, without as much as a word, Master moved. He positioned himself between my legs and I immediately thought that He was going to impale me with his manhood. Instead, Master twisted and pulled on my butt plug until it eased itself out.
After laying the grease laden plug on my chest, Master lifted both of my legs, forcing my feet towards my head. Instinctively, I reached up and held onto my ankles, just as I began to feel Master's fingers working their way into me.
Time, lots of time, passed; before Master removed his hand and half of His forearm from my body. I couldn't begin to tell you how being fisted by my Master affected me. Just the mental high' that I was on should have sufficed, but every fiber in my body was reacting to His touch, His scent, His overpowering dominance. I suppose you might say that I felt like a kid in a candy store'.
Fortunately, neither of us over slept. I didn't remember Master replacing my butt plug, or my Prince Albert but he did. I was eager, this morning, to please Him.
Before He even got out of bed, I was on my knees along side the bed; awaiting my Master's golden nectar. After swallowing Master's sizeable amount of piss, I crawled quickly into the kitchen and made Him, His breakfast.
All dressed for work, with an endearing smile on His face; Master sat in silence while He ate.
Just before departing, Master quietly and calmly said, "Today will be the same as yesterday and the day before that. Keep yourself busy; meditate on your new life and the lives of all our friends. I will allow you to watch the DVD
from yesterday … Or you can choose to watch a half an hour of regular television; but only after your lunch is over."
That said, Master left for work; leaving me with what I can only say was an empty heart.
I busied myself so much that I was even cleaning the light bulbs in the house. I was careful not to break any of Master's rules which He'd established. Although the two times I had to use the tub as my pissing place, took up time; as I also had to rinse my body off afterwards.
Just like yesterday, I wasn't chained to the bolt. But I also was left without my cock cage. I wondered a great deal about the absence of the cage. I began to think that Master was having a little bit more faith in me, or perhaps it was that Master felt that I may have earned such. In either case, I felt good, my cock felt as good as could be expected, all things considered, and my scrotum felt emancipated.
Now, the only troubling thing remaining was … the delivery man. Would there be another such delivery today?
My lunch wasn't near as bad as before. All I had to do, to get through lunch,
was to think about last night.
With all of my chores done, including two small loads in and out of the washer and dryer; I thought about watching the thirty allotted minutes of television.
After five minutes of television, my mind crept into that `dark space', known as the unseen DVD. I had to watch the flick.
The first thing on the screen was the mayor's kid all laid out on the all too
familiar table. He was bound from head to toe. There, in all his glory was Mr. Thomas; laying out the tray he uses for body piercings. I watched as the teen received piercings in places that I'd never expected. There was simply no way he'd ever make it through an airport without setting off countless alarms.
Somehow, a pair of gloved hands came into the picture that was not those of Mr. Thomas. They were a lot smaller. In one of the hands there was a long, and I mean long, thin needle. Not only was I watching a sight never before seen, but my own cock was reacting as well.
One of the gloved hands gently surrounded the teen's scrotum, easing the two orbs down into the bottom of the sac. Using the remaining hand, which held the needle; to slowly, and with direction from Mr. Thomas, begin to penetrate the flesh of the teen's sac.
I would have thought, I'd hear a scream from the teen right away; but, as it turned out the scream came after about a half inch of the needle was pushed into the kid's right nut. My own dick flinched, now fully erect.
Briefly I imagined that all of this was a magic trick, until I heard another blood boiling scream and watched as the needle exited the teen's scrotum on the opposite side. You could plainly see the kid's chest rise and fall, as he
gasped for air in between the waves of pain.
As if that wasn't the weirdest thing to watch, the next thing on the television was the teen's face; now smiling and laughing at his recent experience. Another, much like Paul, masochist.
The next image on the screen was half a face. I knew that it was Kevin's face I was seeing.
One dick after another entered his mouth, releasing copious amounts of hot piss; which he was unable to swallow it all.
The last cock to enter Kevin's mouth was equally as familiar. It belonged to Ray. I watched as Ray seemed to not be pissing in Kevin's mouth. It was strange to see it all disappear into a mouth flaccid and moments later become stiff, as Kevin started to gag a little bit.
Although the camera stayed right there on the blowjob, the lens pulled back and afforded me a much broader view. I could see many pairs of legs, but no faces. I tried to count the legs, and came to the conclusion that there were more people there than I could think of names to put with them. While I watched the video, I also strained to hear the voices in the background. What I learned from the voices was that the mayor's son was now going to be a full time member of Master Troy's and Master Jeb's household. I guess if I didn't have my Master to take care of, then I perhaps wouldn't mind living with two Masters and of course Henry.
Some voices, seemed to be encouraging Ray to face fuck his lover, instead of the slow methodical rhythm he was pacing himself at. I watched, with even greater interest as Ray took hold of Kevin's head and pulled him closer; now with his cock completely choking off Kevin's normal air supply. Kevin's arms flailed around, and he began hitting Ray's legs with all his strength. An enormous scream from Ray and he unloaded his seed into Kevin's mouth and throat. There was uproar of applause and kudos for Ray and a few familiar (less appreciative) remarks made to Kevin.
I felt sorry for Kevin, having to hear those words; but there wasn't a thing that I could do, let alone be there to comfort him.
As the video returned to the other teen, I was able to pick out a few other relatively easy sentences. It appears that Paul was now to be called cuntboy ', and the mayor's boy was to be called pigslave'. Two appropriate words for two deserving lads, but who am I to judge.
It was also reaffirmed that cuntboy' was to be transferred to Uncle Cal, some time on Saturday. So for three days, he'd have to stay with Master's Troy and Jeb; along with pigslave'. With me hearing that, I didn't have to worry; should I slip up and mention it, knowing that Henry had sworn me to secrecy.
Just a the video stopped, I looked at the clock and saw where I was flirting,
once again, with disaster.
First, and foremost, I was blessed that there wasn't a `delivery' today. I made quick work of my cleaning and my bath; being sure that I cleaned up the bathroom after I was finished.
Something, I'm now sure what, came over me; as I made my way back into the living room and locked myself to the chain. Not only that; but I also knelt on all fours making sure to keep my forehead pressed against the floor and my butt facing the front door.
Master was pleased and excited to see His `boy' all cleaned and respectfully
waiting His arrival. He paraded around me, as if he was inspecting a car or something, but I knew deep down that Master was only doing it so that He could please Himself with his `boy'. That made me feel real warm inside, as I inhaled his manliness.
After dinner, Master seemed to have something on His mind, and I was getting better at deciphering my Master's moods and looks.
You know boy', that last night we didn't discuss what if anything you had done improperly or worse yet failed to do." Master spoke with a hint of respect in His voice, as He continued. "Is there something which you feel that Master needs to know?"
A short, yet calculated pause came while I thought back to yesterday. I knew that I couldn't lie to Master; so I obediently informed Him of every one of my transgressions.
I knew what to expect. I just knew that I'd be getting a good thrashing. Master seemed satisfied with my confession and went, by Himself, to my room.
A few minutes later, Master called for me. I entered my room and noticed that
the `net' was now laying on the floor. I was ordered to stand in the middle of the net, with my arms at my side.
The next thing I know, Master is pulling on the ropes and the net is surrounding my body. The more He pulled, the tighter the net became, and eventually the net had me trapped inside, unable to move a muscle.
I could see Master re-assign his hands to the ropes, as he pulled on them some more. The net was now squeezing me like sardines in a can, but was worse; was that I was now at least a foot off of the floor.
"Sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite", Master said as He turned off the light and closed the door behind himself.
Now I was experiencing, first hand, the `net'; which I'd previously seen but
hadn't a clue as to its use. There was simply no way that I could see myself
sleeping like this.
Time passed slowly, as the hours ticked away. I'm pretty sure that I didn't fall asleep, but I can't be certain of that. But, when the lights came on and Master stood in front of me I realized that I must have dozed off.
Master was already dressed for work; he'd already eaten and was ready to head
out the door, as he lowered me to the floor. I lay there slumped like a sack of Idaho potatoes. My first thoughts were of my full bladder, as Master pulled the netting away and kissed me.
I was left to deal with a series of raw emotions and feelings for the rest of
the day. But, every time, that I found myself getting down in the dumps; one
quick thought about Master Ryan, and I perked right up.
The major part of the day was like all the others and after dinner, Master abruptly asked if I was up for another night at "Lashes". I simply told Him that if going there this coming Friday would please Him, then we should go.
I expected Him to say that we'd be going, but instead He said that we'd most
likely go Saturday night, after the cookout at mom and dad's.
It was the first time in what seemed like an eternity, but Master allowed me to watch television with Him. I sat on the floor, between Master's powerful legs and watched with interest the shows which seemed to make Master laugh.
I was allowed to sleep on my mat, this particular night, and it felt great. I
have to admit that I'd hoped for another night in the bed with Master, but for some reason, Master opted not to beckon me to His bed.
By the time Friday night rolled around, Master could detect that I was starting to be concerned about the `family get together'. I couldn't seem to concentrate on any one particular thing for very long; not even the shows on television.
However, on this one night, I was called to Master's bed. It was pretty much like the last time we slept together; except this time, it was me who seemed to be taking advantage of the `free time' and asked a series of questions; to which Master answered promptly and honestly.
The one thing that came from nowhere was when Master had mounted me and I reached up and pulled His head close to my own and whispered, "Master, I think I
love you".
"Yes, `baby' I think you do too, and your Master loves you also", were the only words that Ryan spoke before we found ourselves ravaging each others mouth with our tongues.
We slept late on Saturday morning, getting up around ten or a little after. There wasn't any rush to do much of anything, so I spent a little more time than normal bathing Master. There wasn't any housework to do, so it was almost what I used to call a `lazy day' around the house.
Master even took time to go down and get a newspaper and while he read it, I knelt by His side, just in case He wanted or needed me. I'd come a long way, and felt that as each day passed, I was feeling better about myself and my feelings towards my Master. Sure, I could have perhaps seen this coming years ago, but I didn't. Time was precious then, and my school work seemed to have consumed my years.
In no time, right after our noon meal, Master had me in my bathroom; cleaning me Himself. He seemed to be taking extra time, cleaning every orifice of my body, shaving me down so I was proper in His eyes and He even went as far as putting my cock cage back on; which I felt perplexed about. Thankfully Master only used one stick of grease; which allowed me not to feel so `full'.
Master showered by Himself and dressed Himself; before going into His dresser
and tossing me a pair of shorts and one of his tank tops. "If it were any place else, other than going to mom and dad's place; you'd go properly dressed and not as some freak of nature wearing shorts and a shirt like that", Master said with a hint of sarcasm in His voice.
The shorts were way to small for me and my cock cage bulged out like a hot dog in a hamburger roll. The tank top was so tight that my nipple rings pressed
outward like a tit on a pregnant dog.
Satisfied, after one final inspection; Master led the way out of the condo; I
was awe struck that Master had decided to take the elevator down to the parking garage……
To Be Continued…
North Country Chapter Thirty Eight...
I began to get a little nervous as the car pulled onto our parents' street. Three short blocks until I had to face my mom for the first time in over a month. I attempted, the best I could, to conceal any indication that I was nervous; but my incessant staring out the window was a dead give away.
I had no idea what time the dinner was to begin, but I knew from looking at the clock in the dashboard that we were arriving pretty darn early. There wasn' t another vehicle parked anywhere on the street, as Master Ryan wheeled His car into the driveway.
I didn't flinch a muscle as the motor ceased to run; nor as Master Ryan began
speaking to me.
"I don't know what to expect baby', but if I was a betting man; I'd probably assume that dad has already said a lot to mom about you. You know how mom is; always questioning things and until she gets the answer, she never lets up. So I wouldn't be all in a bunch' over it. Besides, our friends should be here pretty soon and that will give mom something to bother over. So put a smile on that pretty face of yours and let's get inside."
Slowly opening the door, I looked all around the area to see if anyone was outside; who could possibly see me. Thankfully the coast was clean and I walked
rather quickly up onto the front porch and lightly knocked on the door; with
Master standing right behind me.
"Well look who's here", dad said with a smile and a jovial tone in his voice. "Come in, come in; your mother is in the kitchen and she has been in a tiff all morning waiting to see you."
"Thank you Sir", I calmly replied; as I walked passed dad, heading towards the kitchen. I wanted and needed to get this initial shock over with just as soon as possible.
"Hi mom", I said; as she turned away from the stove. Her hands went to her mouth; apparently trying to hide her expression, but she soon ran up to me and
gave me a big hug and kiss.
"You two", mom said; pointing to Master and dad, "go right on outside there and let me have my own time with my Billy." I watched in silence as dad and Ryan made their way out to the backyard, without as much as saying one single word.
Mom returned to the stove, and I moved over by the sink; looking out the window at dad and Master; who were now seated and sipping on cold beers. I'd almost forgotten how nice it had been to come home for a weekend and have a family get together and a cookout.
Mom began talking, while she stirred something in one of her large cast iron pots, and from the scent of it I could ascertain that it was one of my all time favorite foods; home made baked beans with just a hint of jalapeño.
I moved over to her and put my hands on her shoulders as she stirred the pot of beans and talked at the same time. Finally she put the lid back on and we both sat down at the small kitchen table for what would turn out to be a most
revealing talk; between mother and son.
By the time our little `chat' was over, she learned about everything and every one. I left out the graphic details, but she learned of my rape and how I was forced to succumb to the wants of other men. I even got to express my feelings about myself and Ryan. I was, for the most part, shaken by her comment, near the end; that she'd suspected that I was gay many, many years ago.
It sounded as if mom, was going to look into the matter of my trip to Maine and I for one, wasn't about to tell her to just drop it. She was most supportive of my feelings towards Ryan, but she wasn't so sure that such a relationship between brothers was a good thing'. Mom always used that term, good thing', to signal us kids that she had reservations about approving something we wanted to do.
Her support from me was never going to fade, as she offered me any and all comforts that she could provide. I wasn't expecting her to be so amicable towards everything. She of course didn't approve of the absence of hair, the body piercings and most of all she despised the clothes that I was wearing.
We were still talking, as my Master entered the kitchen; "I think I just heard one of the guys pull into the driveway; so go let them in." Mom looked at me, as if there was something wrong with the way I was just ordered to answer the door. I really had no other option as I replied, "Yes Master".
I wasn't even to the front door and I heard mom light into Master about the way he was treating me; but then once Master began to speak softly, their brief, but concise, conversation took on a completely different aspect.
When I opened the front door, there stood Masters Jeb and Troy. Henry was standing behind them, with a noticeable smile on his face.
Without saying a word, both Masters just looked at me, as if disgraced by either my appearance or behavior. I wasn't sure which, but I really didn't concern myself with their demeanor. I just stepped back and allowed them to pass
by me and make their way towards Master Ryan who was now coming to greet them.
Henry, on the other hand, patted my shoulder as he made his way towards his two masters. I was slowly beginning to like Henry, his lifestyle and even his mannerisms the more I saw of him.
Master Ryan directed His friends to the backyard, as Henry and I made our way
back into the kitchen; whereby I introduced him to mom. She took an instant liking to him and him to her; as do most people that meet mom. She offered us
both a cold drink as we sat down at the table, of one of my mom's infamous ` grilling' sessions. Henry took it all in stride and answered mom's questions, making sure to omit the more graphic parts. I could tell that mom was becoming more comfortable around Henry and myself the more she heard. Even though she knew of Ryan's orientation, she had never really spoke to him about it; for what ever reason, but at least now she was getting a crash course in gay men. She even made me feel more comfortable in my own skin, but I still had to guard my responses to any and all of her questions.
Once more a knock on the door, and I was up and making my way to open the door; to discover that Uncle Cal had arrived. He was by himself, and he seemed a lot different now, than I had remembered him; probably because I now knew of his `tainted' lifestyle. As he walked towards mom, who had come to greet him; all I could think about was how much I'd heard about how Uncle Cal enjoyed seeing slave boys mounted by animals, which sent a chill down my spine.
"I guess that everyone who's coming has arrived", mom said to me, as she reached for my hand and returned me to the kitchen.
Henry and I were instantly put to work, taking things outside to the others. Mom made sure that the two of us kept busy and out of the way of all the others. I sorta felt as if she was trying to protect me from everyone.
Henry even helped mom with some of the food preparations as I was delegated the job of setting the two picnic tables.
Every minute I was outside, I could feel everyone's, including dad's, eyes on me. The one time that I had come close to Uncle Cal, he made sure to reach out and grab hold of my caged cock; smirking and making a crude comment about how "all boys need to keep their nasty dicks behind bars".
Dad and Master Ryan began cooking the meat on the grill, as Henry and I made sure that all of the men had plenty of cold refreshments to consume. Mom had come out and was sitting nearby on one of the chaise loungers which surrounded the back yard. I think mom was, herself, becoming more intone with Master Ryan's friends as she began to converse with them from time to time. Was all this beneficial to mom? I hoped so, and I really thought it was enlightening for her and dad to be around gay sons and their `friends'.
Me and Henry served all the men their food, including mom who was now seated between Uncle Cal and Troy at one of the picnic tables. The men seemed to be including mom in their discussion; to which mom appeared pleased.
It wasn't until all had finished eating, and I had cleaned up after them; and
Henry had washed and dried all the pots, pans and dishes that the two of us got to eat.
Odd, weird, strange; were the feelings and thoughts that flashed through my head as I sat at the kitchen table for my dinner, alongside Henry. Mom sat and continued her twenty questions while we ate, and I know she could tell that I wasn't to comfortable sitting at the table. It wasn't until Henry commented, "we don't normally get the opportunity to eat while sitting", that I felt a little more comfortable. Thankfully mom was spared the knowledge of exactly how I normally ate.
In the deepest recesses of my brain, I could only wonder what the men had been talking about all this time. Maybe it was just my imagination, but if the topic of slaves and `boys' hadn't been a part of it, then I would be greatly relieved.
However, with mom out of the way, I'm sure that there were some hardcore discussions not only about gay sex, but on slaves and `boys' in general. I tried
not to imagine that my father was to naïve about gays and sex, but that he was in tune with such things; considering that he and Uncle Cal were related and all.
When it came time to go, mom seemed a little sad; but I assured her that we would see her often and not to worry about me. She gave Henry a big hug and kiss, but only shook hands with the others. I wonder to this day about that.
Outside, I was confronted with my first real experience away from Master in over a week. I was told to sit in Uncle Cal's truck, while Master followed behind in a convoy, to the club. I was shocked to see `cuntboy' and pigslave' in the back of Master's Troy's SUV. From where I stood it looked like they were chained together at their collars. Looking back to Master's car, I noticed a bare chested man sitting in the front seat. I was to learn later that it was Uncle Cal's partner.
All I could think about was that they'd all be sitting there for all this time, while the rest of us were inside eating, and enjoying the company of each other. Cruel, perhaps; proper behavior, most likely.
Uncle Cal didn't say a word to me the entire trip. He made good use of every single red light we had to stop at. He took off my shirt at the first light and began to twink my nipple rings. The second traffic light, saw the removal of my shorts; whereby Uncle Cal twisted, tugged and pulled harshly on my cock cage. I lost count of how many times he slapped my balls, and bit my ear.
By the time we all pulled into the alley and made our way back to the parking
spaces, there were already a number of other vehicles there. I spotted several pairs of men outside, rather obscurely attempting to hide their sexual behavior from onlookers.
I remained inside of the truck, while Uncle Cal gathered around with the other men and before long my door was opened and Master Ryan was there with a leash for my collar. I vowed right then and there, that I wasn't going to make Master look or feel ashamed amongst the patrons inside. Afterall, this was a joint venture between Him and His friends; the purpose of which is to make financial gains.
From the size of the crowd inside, I'd have to say that most of the patrons had walked to the bar; as the place was wall to wall male flesh, with only a few exceptions.
"You're going to help out behind the bar", Master said directly into my ear;
overriding the sound of the music which seemed to be rather loud.
I was led over behind the bar, where two men were busy serving up cold drinks, coffee and small snacks. Every bar stool was occupied and the minute that I
appeared behind the bar, it seemed as if even more men were pressing up to get a look.
I was informed of my tasks; which were to keep the bar top clean, snacks in all the baskets and to keep the glasses and cups cleaned and available. Before
leaving me, Master put the other end of my leash in some kind of clamp device and locked it in place. From where He'd left me, I could just about reach each end of the bar.
I must have looked like a deer staring into a set of headlights for a minute or two; before one of the bartenders showed me how to do, what it was that I was supposed to do.
Before long, men were standing at each end of the bar; staring at my nakedness. It didn't take long to learn that they had all put a `tip' into one of the two jars at the end of the bar; just so that they could get a few seconds alone with me; playing with my nipples, cock and balls and not forgetting to spinning my nose ring around a little bit, every now and then. I guess I should be thankful that tonight of all nights I had my butt plug in. Otherwise, who knows what forms of abuse my ass would have been subjected to.
And, not only was I fodder for the two barkeepers, I was also their urinal for the night. I'm sure that Master wouldn't have had me doing it, if He'd thought it was unsafe.
The time that I had to observe the crowd, I was surprised to see that for the
most part everyone was having a great time. There were dozens of boys' on their knees scattered around the room and one girl in the corner, doing the nasty' with her tongue inside another female. I could have done, without seeing that; the girls I meant to say.
I was beginning to feel as if I was fitting in, with all the different things
going on in the bar. `Boys' were taking turns getting into the tub, just to get pissed on. There seemed to be a constant stream of the men, going back and forth down the hallway to the special rooms, which apparently were the main icon of this place.
Over at the pool table, there was one `boy' for each side of the table. Each
boy' was on his knees, making himself available for whomever needed or desired the boys' mouth. There was even one boy' kneeling atop the pool table. He had his knees and hands firmly planted along the sides, which meant that the men playing pool would have to align themselves and their pool cues, underneath the boys' body. It was rather interesting to watch; as each time one of the men sunk his shot, he would either twink the boys' nipples or yank on the boys' cock.
I noticed the man, whose name I have forgotten; but the one I'm going to be working for. He seemed preoccupied chatting with other men of his stature. I had no clue as to the whereabouts of his boys', but could probably assume'
that they were somewhere down the hall, most likely being used in one of the rooms.
The three or four `boys,' who were serving men sitting at tables; seemed nice enough. At least they smiled at me, but I kinda figured it was just because I was naked and they were not. They wore skimpy little pieces of cloth, which barely covered their genital area; but it was a hell of a lot more than I was wearing. They had, who knows, how many dollar bills sticking out of their waistbands; but at least they seemed to be making a few extra dollars.
Every once in a while, I noticed some of the men going outside; and when they
returned I could smell the tale-tale odor of tobacco on their clothing. At least, having a no smoking rule in the bar seemed to be paying off.
I also had the desire to know more about where Master was, but I knew it would be futile in trying to find out. The only thing I could think of was that he was in the one room I hadn't been into yet. The only reason that I mention it, is for the simple reason that I noticed two or three `boys' come from the hallway; and when they appeared, they were rubbing their butts and I even noticed a few welts on each of their backs.
I don't know how much time had passed, as tonight, the clock that was on the wall last weekend, was now absent.
I kept right on doing what I was supposed to be doing. The flow of men who found it necessary to grope me or just to feel my flesh was almost a never ending part of my job.
I think I was leaning over the sink, washing some glasses; when there was a sudden jerk on my leash. It was the first time all night that someone had dare
venture to do such a thing.
You know how you sometimes, instantly think of something to say when you're taken by surprise; well, I was just about to say something which I would probably regret saying later, as I began to raise my head and see just what kind of a jerk was tugging on my leash.
The first thing that caught my eye, was the glistening gold of a wedding band on the man's hand. As my head came into contact with the man's face; I was mortified to discover just who it was. Standing there, were actually two men who I knew all to well. Mike and Phil, my older married brothers.
My mouth dropped open and my throat went dry as they glared at me with such a
contemptuous look on their faces.
Shocked that I never saw them enter the bar, I was at a loss for words. But my silence was well within the realm of my life's position.
"So what dad said IS true", Mike said; loud enough as to alert the others nearest him to take note. "I thought it was bad enough having Ryan being a queer for a brother but now seeing you… in this fucking place… of all places… really tells me what I needed to know.
My brother Phil started in by saying, "Sure hope you don't think I'm going to let you suck my cock! Ain't no man going be playing with my balls and slurping on my shaft. Hell, I wouldn't even fuck you if you were the last person on earth."
Then the two of them began in unison, to publicly scold me for being gay. It didn't take long before Master Ryan and a couple of other men came up and stood behind Mike and Phil. There were some pretty serious words being bantered
back and forth between my three brothers; which only created an even larger scene to unfold.
Minutes later, Mike and Phil were `escorted' out of the building; being followed by a sizeable number of bar patrons. I was in tears and found myself sitting on the floor… out of sight. My tears turned into uncontrollable sobbing as the seconds ticked by. I brought my knees up to my face and tried to hide myself for eternity.
No amount of comforting from the bartenders seemed to quiet me down. No amount of silence, which had fallen over the club, seemed to help either. The only
thing I wanted was to get out of there and go home.
I didn't feel the leash being unfastened from the bar, until it was laying on
the floor in front of me. Several hands were lifting me off of the floor and
onto my feet; while my head hung down in shame; not for me, but for my brothers causing such a scene.
My feet seemed to drag behind me, as I was escorted outside. The fresh air seemed to help me to get my emotions under control; while Master held me tight against his body. Master's soothing hands began to rub the raw emotions from within my mind. Master's gentle voice, whispering sweet and kind `nothings' in my ear really helped. More and more hands were rubbing my back and shoulders, as words of encouragement and support seemed to be coming out of nowhere.
With a single finger, Master was able to get me to raise my head; looking Him
right in His eyes. Master's right hand made it's way from my back to the back of my head; as Master pulled me even closer to Him. I was concentrating on the look in Master's eyes, and hadn't even noticed how close our lips were coming to one another.
The kiss that followed sucked every ounce of sadness and shame from within the deepest and darkest confines of my body. The immediate area surrounding the two of us fell into a melancholic silence. I forgot about all of the other hands and words that had preceded the kiss. For now, there were only two people outside. Only two people, who each seemed to have a definitive liking for the other.
By the time we went back inside, the club was back to its normal self. Several men and `boys' came up to me and hugged me. Master Ryan asked, if I wanted to stay a little longer and I simply nodded my head; accepting His question as sort of a way of telling him , thank you for being there for me.
I didn't get to many more men that needed or desired to feel my body the remainder of the night; and one by one, two by two, the patrons slowly began to gather their belongings and head out the door.
I was now alone, behind the bar; cleaning up everything in sight. The music had gone silent and there were but perhaps a dozen men and `boys' left inside the club; most sitting around talking about everything under the sun.
Master Ryan wasn't anywhere to be seen, so I took the initiative to continue my duties, by locating a broom and began sweeping the floors. I made quick work of that job and then went along to wipe off the tables and chairs; before I caught a glimpse of Master standing with Master Troy in the far end of the hallway.
I heard one of the room doors open and the sobbing which emitted from the room caught my attention. Uncle Call was stepping out into the hallway, followed by the mayor's son. I couldn't tell exactly what was or had been going on; but I continued to watch from the corner of my eye.
The `boy' was squatting down, at Uncle Cal's feet; while Cal was pulling off
what appeared to be a greasy, long glove, which from where I was standing, looked as if it went all the way up to his elbow. Master Ryan and Master Troy were both intrigued by whatever it was that Uncle Cal was telling them. I watched as Uncle Cal raised his booted foot to the boys' mouth and witnessed theboy' start to lick and kiss the black glossy leather. Uncle Cal roared with laughter, like only Uncle Cal can do.
Shortly thereafter, Master Ryan went back into the one room and soon returned to the hallway, followed by Paul. From where I was standing, it looked like Paul had gotten a rather severe lashing on his body; but there wasn't a tear or cry coming from him.
I quickly turned my attention back to my work, as not wanting to appear as one who slacks or shirks his job.
Not to much time passed before Master Ryan came up to me at the bar and asked, "So tell me, how much money did you make tonight?"
I stood there with a dumb look on my face, before Master spoke again. "The money, the money in those two jars belongs to you `baby'. You earned it. It's yours."
I hadn't paid any attention to the jars all night. I had no idea who the money belonged to. I just assumed it was a little extra for the club.
"Haul those bags of trash out to the dumpster, while I count up all your loot ", Master said with a smile; as he began to extract handfuls of money from the first jar.
I grabbed two full bags of bar trash and took them outside, and upon returning found Master still pulling money out of jar number two. He had separated the bills into denominations and there was even one for ten dollar bills.
I knelt there, watching him silently count the money and the he leaned down and said, "Four hundred thirty one dollars. Not bad at all. Not bad at all."
I managed to smile, although the thought of making money in such a way seemed a bit like prostituting myself. Master made one stack of the bills, folding it in half and stuffing it into his front pant pocket.
"I think you've had enough for one night. We'll let the others finish up and lock up. I'll just go say my goodbyes and then we'll be off", Master said with an understanding smile on His face.
Uncle Cal followed us out; so that Master might retrieve the shirt and shorts. Uncle Cal gave me a big hug and then kissed the side of my face. He had a sense of knowing more than he let on. "I'll see you in two weeks, when everybody comes down to the farm for the weekend. Until then you be a good boy for your master and do everything he tells you to do. I don't think you want to see how I can make a good boy out of a bad boy."
Uncle Cal turned and went back inside the club, as Master loaded me into the back seat of His car.
I don't even remember the ride home; I was so tired. I must have fallen asleep instantly, as the first thing I know, Master is nudging me awake and we are in the parking garage of the building.
Neither of us showered before falling to sleep. Master just pulled out my mat and eased me down, but not before placing one of His pillows there for my head.
Thank goodness, it was a Sunday; as I slept for quite some time.
By the time I awoke, I could smell the coffee and food being cooked in the kitchen. I crawled into my bathroom and emptied my bladder, before making my way into the kitchen.
Master was sitting, naked, at the table, reading the Sunday paper and sipping a cup of coffee. "Good morning `baby', you sure slept like a log", came a jovial greeting from Master.
Master stood up and went over to the counter and poured another cup of coffee, telling me to sit; as he pointed to the floor next to His chair.
I quickly moved into position and was surprised when Master handed me the coffee. The aroma, sheer delight, as I took my first sip. Master resumed reading the paper with an occasional glance down in my direction.
"You feel like eating something this morning, `baby'? asked Master.
"Master, yes Master" I replied.
"Good, I'm glad to see that last nights little fiasco hasn't ruined your desire to eat."
I turned my head and watched Master prepare my meal. Minutes passed and then Master handed me a plate plum full of eggs, bacon, potatoes and toast. Master took my coffee cup and refilled it for me.
The reality of the moment set in when both my hands held either the plate or the cup. Master returned to His chair, watching me ever so closely.
I took a long drink of coffee and then I lowered my head to the plate and began eating, like all proper `boys' should eat. I was feeling fairly confident that I was doing the right thing; as Master didn't utter a word.
I suppose some Masters might have forgone the `normal' routine with their slave, but not Master Ryan. There was no way; He was ever going to allow me to eat with a fork or spoon.
I cleaned up the kitchen afterwards and made my way back into the bedroom, where Master was going through His closet.
I made Master's bed, straighten up the room and then gave Master His bath.
It wasn't until after I'd had a good cleaning that Master told me that he'd called dad this morning and informed him of last nights little situation. Master said that he was none to happy about Mike and Phil's actions and that he was going to speak with them both, today.
While I laid on the floor in the living room, Master re-attached all of my steel bindings; once again trapping my balls for who knows how long. I found myself getting accustomed to all the steel, and even my attempts at having erections seemed to be slowly fading away, as my cock remained trapped inside the cock cage.
I was ordered to make a fresh pot of coffee, noticing that Master wanted to view the DVD of the recent activities out at Master Troy's. Some of the DVD still seemed to invoke involuntary responses from me, as my cock pulsated ever
so slightly.
Half way through the DVD, Master had me laying across the coffee table, my legs up in the air, my butt plug removed and I held onto my ankles while Master
mounted me; filling me with a copious amount of His seed.
I licked Master's cock clean and lavished His scrotum with large amounts of spittle. By the time I pulled back from His nutsack, Master's cock was once again rigid. Just having drained himself up my ass, I knew Master wasn't about to orgasm anytime soon; but I felt the desire to suckle my Master's cock anyway. Master seemed to appreciate my attentiveness to His needs; while he stroked my head in unison with the back and forth motion of my mouth and tongue on His shaft.
For the rest of the afternoon, until supper time, I'd forgotten about last night; as Master and I enjoyed each others company and each others body.
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