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North Country Chapter Thirty Nine
Monday morning came all too soon. From the instructions given to me by Master, I knew what was expected of me. I wasn't looking forward to going to my new job, but if it was something that pleased Master; then I would do it with a sense of pride and honor.
I don't think that I'd ever gotten up so early. The sun wasn't even up and I was already up and dressing for work. Master lay in bed, sound asleep; looking more like Ryan than my Master.
Five a.m. and I'm outside our building, exactly where I'm supposed to be; waiting for my ride into work.
One seems to forget many things, in the darkness of the pre-dawn hours. It didn't take long before I forgot how I was dressed and how I looked, standing under the street light. Nor did I ever think or consider who might see me standing out here looking like a cheap prostitute.
Non pet owners don't realize how early some people get up to walk their dogs. It was this one instance that nearly shattered my self image of yester year.
I heard the sound of what seemed to be an older lady, and as I turned to look; here comes old Mrs. Dodimple walking her poodle. She looked at me rather strangely at first but then as she got closer; she seemed to recognize me.
"Why, if it isn't my neighbor Bill. I do declare you sure do look a lot different now." I was not only shell shocked but a sudden surge of humiliation flowed over my body.
"The nice delivery man told me and some of the others that you were back from vacation. He said you looked different and that you even act so much more different now", she said with a pleasant voice, "I guess your vacation did you a world of good. You look so much more human, if you know what I mean." No, I didn't know what she meant; but I was hoping that she would take herself and her dog upstairs to her place.
"Well, I don't want you to think I'm an old fuddy duddie, but if you really do like boys, it's okay with me and your other neighbors. You don't have to be hiding out at home all the time. I heard that your brother is staying with you and you could bring him over sometime. I'd love to meet him. You know, Bill, I've got a nephew, or is it a grandson who has a boyfriend and they come to visit me at least once a month. They are so cute together. And, now don't you go telling anybody; but, I got them to bring me some of them nuddie magazines that you boys always look at. I never saw such big things in all my life. My departed husband wasn't anywhere near the size as some of them young bucks in the magazines. So I guess you shave all the time now? You look so smooth and soft, I could almost kidnap you all for myself. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn' t mean to say that. What would a nice boy like you want with an old woman like me? You probably got more going on than I ever had. You know, my nephew, has told me some things that are just so unbelievable. I thought you guys just kissed and played around; I had no idea that you guys actually mated with one another, least not until the nephew brought over one of his movies. Gee, I was so hot and bothered that I thought I was going to pass out, from all the sex stuff ya know."
Thankfully this one sided conversation was about to end as a van pulled up and stopped right in front of me. I bid good day to Mrs. Dodimple and climbed in the side of the van; as one of the other `boys' slid the door closed.
There was a minute or two where all four of them made some comments about me and the old lady; but it soon stopped and the talk turned to my new job.
It was getting close to six A.M., which was the time that the cleaners is scheduled to open during the week; as the van came to a stop right behind the building.
All this time I tried to recall my employers name, but it didn't matter much;
not when I was told to call him SIR and nothing else. I'm guessing that his three tawdry slaves were used to his gruff manners by now; but it was going to take me awhile to adjust.
Two of the `boys' gave me a quick tour of the place, while the lights were being turned on; and I was shown to the area where I'd be working most of every day.
My work space was near the back of the establishment. It was going to be my job, my responsibility to launder clothes all day. I'm guessing that a person starts out here, in the back, before being allowed to handle any of the actual dry cleaning of customer's clothes.
The owner and the oldest of the boys' came towards us; as he started barking obscenities to his other two boys'. The first two scampered off to start some machines or something, as I was given a more stringent overview of my job.
The man continued talking to me, as my eyes cast upon the other `boy' moving around behind me. "Now there's no need for us to worry about you bolting out of here and running home to dear old daddy now is there?"
"Sir, no Sir", I responded rather quickly.
"Well, just to make sure you ain't like the last boy that worked here...", the sentence was never completed as I felt my shorts being yanked down to my knees.
The `boy' behind me reached around to my front and quickly padlocked my Prince Albert to a long and heavy chain.
"Might outta step out of them shorts boy, less'n you feel like falling over all day long." Sir said to me rather comically.
The `boy' behind me, helped slide the shorts over my sneakers and disposed of them.
"It's going to get might hot back here by noon, so if I was you I'd want to..." and again an incomplete sentence as the `boy' behind me ripped the tank top from my body.
I felt the boy's hand pulling at my butt and he must have done something to inform his master that I indeed had been properly dressed this morning; as I was respectfully plugged.
"Seeing how we don't have to worry about you wanting to take a dump, guess the next best thing for you will be that there bucket", he said as he pointed to an old, rusty bucket on the floor. "You need to piss, you piss in the bucket. After you're all done pissing you go to the back door and empty the bucket, I don't want this place smelling like slave piss. The stench might run some of our customers off", he said; as he and the `boy' broke out into what amounted to be giggles.
I heard the sound of the front door buzzer and the boss took off, to greet the day's first customer; while the `boy' stayed behind and got me started on my job.
It took some concentration, on my part, not to get peoples dirty laundry mixed in with someone else's but I did pretty well for my first try. I gotta mention that some of these clothes were so dirty and fowl smelling that I never would have expected to get them clean.
The boss was right; as it got hot back there pretty damn fast. I'm sure it wasn't from the heat of the day. Four big driers, six monstrous washing machines going constantly. I folded every piece of clothes that came out of the driers. I was amazed at the many different styles and colors of underwear that went through the process of cleaning and folding. The one thing which did catch my eye, was the fact that I wasn't washing any female's clothes. Every article of clothing belonged to men.
One of the `boys' brought out a large bucket of ice water for me; which came at just the right time. I was parched like a desert.
I couldn't hear the door buzzer, once the machines were all up and running and about all I could see were the other three `boys' processing the clothes through the cleaning machines and an occasional glimpse of the front, every once in a while. I'm just guessing; but I was thinking that seeing all of the incoming work... that Monday's must be one of the busiest days.
I began to get more and more laundry to wash, and I found out that if they dropped it off by nine... they could expect to have it all cleaned and folded by five.
There were a few occasions when the door dividing the front from the back would open and some strange face would poke through. I could only assume that they'd been told of the new `boy' in the back.
Between concentrating on the job, I also was thankful that my cock was in its
cage. I wouldn't want one of the `boys', or a customer, thinking that they could just randomly expect to play with my dick.
What probably was even more astonishing, was that none of the `boys' used the bathroom to piss. They all used my bucket and I had to empty it each time it was used.
Once or twice during the process of emptying the bucket, I discovered that there had been some men sneaking a peek in through the back door. All I could think about was that perhaps they were just lonely men who wanted a free look at a naked body. After everything I'd been through, having men stare at me from a distance was the least of my concerns.
At lunch time, I was given a simple bowl of what appeared to be shredded hamburgers from a nearby fast food joint. The meat, bun and my fries were all tossed together in one big lump.
At day's end, the boss didn't say a single word to me or any of the others. After the front door was locked, and the lights turned off; everyone started making their way to the van. I was certain that they'd at least return my shorts, but they didn't.
I was ushered outside, as the rear door was locked and the alarm activated. I scurried to the van as fast as my tired legs could travel. We all smelt like crap. Everyone of us `boys' smelled as if we'd bathed in sweat. I became concerned and nervous thinking about how I was going to go from the front sidewalk up to the condo.
Fortunately, for me, the van went into the parking garage and came to a stop right next to the door leading to the staircase.
"Sir, thank you Sir", were the only words I'd said all day long; as the van pulled away; leaving me bare butt naked.
I ran to the stairwell and made it up to my floor without anyone seeing me. Carefully, I eased the door open and checked the hallway, praying to the almighty to spare me the embarrassment of being detected.
I made it all the way to the front door and shocking or not... I realized that I didn't have a key. I could only knock and pray that Master would open the door without hesitations.
Once the door opened, I felt so relieved; but Master seemed unhappy, as he described the scent on my body, comparing it to that of a piece of rotting road
kill.
"Master, `boy' is sorry for smelling badly Master", was all I could think to say as I dropped to my knees and quickly made way for the bathroom.
The shower and even the ensuing enema felt good. It wasn't' until I left the
bathroom, all clean and fresh, that I realized just how tired I was.
I still had a meal to prepare, dishes to do and anything else Master desired for me to accomplish before sleep time.
By the time, I pulled out my sleeping mat; my head barely had time to relax, before I fell into a deep sleep.
The next four days were much like the first, with the exception that I now had to wait for the van in the parking garage, naked. Master wasn't about to offer me a new pair of shorts and shirt every day just so they could be destroyed. Although, I can say, that by Friday I wasn't coming home so tired, but I still came home smelling like a decomposing animal.
After Friday's dinner, Master and I had a nice `free time' chat; where he learned more about my job, and working conditions. Master discussed my boss and
the three `boys' that worked with me and I really didn't have much to say about any of them; for the simple reason that they didn't speak to me except out of necessity.
I was thankful that I had the next two days off, but I knew that I hadn't cleaned all week, nor had I done laundry.
I woke up late the next morning; to find Master was already awake and His bed was even made. After rubbing the sleep from my eyes, my mind kicked in, and I began to hear different noises and talking.
Master was sitting in the living room, apparently engrossed in yet another newly arrived DVD. Henry, of all people, was in the kitchen cleaning and cooking. I didn't know what in the hell was going on, but Master seemed pleased and happy to see me crawling towards him.
"Come here `baby' and let your Master give you a kiss good morning".
What a hell of a way to be greeted so early... well it was early for me anyway.
Henry came sauntering in and got down to give me a big hug and peck on the top of my head; before returning to the kitchen.
"You must be starving my little `puppy dog', so run off now and get yourself
something to eat", Master said with a certain degree of authority.
In the kitchen, my meal awaited me. Although it smelled delicious, it didn't look to appetizing. Henry stood over me while I lapped at the mush and he was
quick to point out that I had to learn to lick my face clean after I was finished eating, "all good pups learn to lick themselves clean, whenever and wherever there is a need".
As I licked my face, Henry started a load of clothes in the washing machine before turning to me and saying; "you've a kind Master pup, as he arranged, prior to today, to have me assist in your duties."
"Sir, thank you Sir", I replied with a sense of relief.
"When you are done with your morning duties, you can help me finish your Master's laundry and then I'll be going", he said with a smile.
As I made my way to the bathroom, Master paused the machine and followed me in. I knelt upright, as He removed my cock cage and metal bands; which was and still is an automatic notification that I'm to shave.
It had been almost a week since Master had overseen my bath and enema routine; so He seemed content to sit on the toilet lid and observe my every action.
After cleaning the tub, in the proper manner, it appeared that Master was now
convinced of my desire to not only do my tasks well, but to do them in such a way that it gave Master a sense of pride and great pleasure, knowing that I too cared.
Henry brought in the two, required, logs of grease and to my surprise inserted them himself. Master, this day, felt the need to re-insert my butt plug; but not until He'd worked three of His fingers inside of me and pushed the logs even further into my anal cavity. I moaned in a peaceful way, as His fingers danced over my prostate gland. Master, however, wasn't going to allow His ` boy' to have an orgasm.
Frustrated, yes; but thankful for the time and care that Master afforded me after such a tough week. Master put my steel back on and then resumed watching the DVD, which I discovered was another `fun filled' adventure of the two slaves at Master Troy's.
I helped Henry fold Master's clothes, some of which used to be my clothes; but now, I didn't care that Master was wearing them. After we'd finished the clothes, Henry said goodbye to Master and went home; leaving me to dust and vacuum, which didn't take to long at all. I made lunch for Master Ryan and it was then that I learned that we'd be going to back out to Master Troy's house. There was no explanation, as to why, but I assumed that I was to be given additional training.
I wore a nice pair of shorts and a white tee shirt for the journey. It had been almost five full days since I'd worn clothes and the odd thing about it... was that wearing clothes seemed almost awkward.
Once into the parking garage, Master started walking in the opposite direction of His car. I was confused, at first, until I realized that true enough, my own car was parked in my assigned spot. There was a sense of relief that flowed through my veins, just seeing my car parked there and knowing that Master hadn't told me an untruth.
"We'll take this car, today", Master said sternly. "It hasn't had a bath in a long time and it looks pitiful, sitting here all caked with mud and dirt. "
The car stunk to high heavens, but with the windows down and the air conditioner on full blast, it didn't take long for it to begin smelling like the car I used to drive. I was even more surprised that Master was driving my car with a great deal more vigilance than he would normally have when driving his own.
By the time we'd gotten out into the country, I was buck naked in the front seat and it sure felt good not having the restrictions of worldly clothes.
I wasn't at all sure what to expect at Master Troy's; as I'd not heard a word about coming until this morning. When we pulled into the long driveway, I watched as young Kevin came running around from the garage side, waving his youthful arms and hands. It was a funny sight, sorta, to see a naked teenager standing out front for us to see, but I'd been close to that myself.
Master pulled the car up in front of the garage and Kevin ran over to open His door; greeting him by dropping to his knees and kissing Master's feet.
I slid off the seat and onto my knees, listening to Master as he spoke to the `boy'. "It is dirty, and I know that you've volunteered to clean it; so have at it. Take your time and do a good job, as there just might be a nice reward for you."
That said, Master started towards the backyard, with me following behind. Little Kevin couldn't resist running alongside of me just to get a feel, a personal touch, of my body. I knew that he was happy to see me, just by the way he reached beneath me and began to play with my nuts.
The first thing, the only thing; to catch my attention in the backyard was seeing a whole new purpose for those two wooden poles in the ground. They sure weren't being used like they were used on me.
The mayor's boy was suspended rather precariously between the poles. The way he was dangling there, allowed for his entire body to swing back and forth. His ankles had been bound to his wrists, which were high up into his shoulder
blades.
Standing directly behind him was Ray. In front of the `boy' was the former Paul, who was kneeling; also bound rather excruciatingly tight.
I watched as Ray pulled the boy' backwards and then let go of his body; sending him rocketing towards Paul. The boys' rigid cock slammed into Paul's open mouth with the force of a cannon ball; sending Paul reeling backwards and falling to the ground.
Paul would pick himself up off the ground and once again await the incoming shaft of the other boy'. Each time, without fail, the cock found its mark and sent Paul to the grass. Ray seemed to be having more fun than humanly possible, but Master's Jeb and Troy sat quietly under the umbrella table watching the game they called, pin the cock in the mouth'.
I was sent to kneel next to the post and be observant, lest I wanted to replace either of the other two. I knew what Master meant by the word `observant '... so I kept myself in check so as not to show emotion or movement.
After quite some time, Ray ceased to be amused by the two boys' and left to go see how his own boy' was doing. He didn't return for quite some time.
In the mean time, Paul and the cuntboy' exchanged places with the help of Henry and Master Jeb. Paul being much larger, seemed to bowl the boy' over with ease; each time Henry would turn him loose, sending him helter skelter into the `cuntboy', Paul seemed to be saying something behind his clinched teeth. I could only assume that it was more vindictive than anything else.
Finally Master came and brought me over to the table, out of the sun and positioned me in front of Master Troy. Without having to say anything to me, I quickly exposed Master Troy's cock and accepted his offering of piss.
Master Troy patted my head saying, "Good boy, good boy".
The three men continued talking, as if I wasn't even there; all the while I was slurping down Master Ryan's copious amount of piss as well as Master Jeb' s.
Henry had left the two `boys' to fend for themselves; as neither one of them could remove their own bindings. Henry refreshed the men's drinks and disappeared into the house.
I wasn't expecting to be staying there to long, as I'd thought that Master wanted to spend more time alone with me; but Master is in control of my actions and I have no control of such things anymore.
Then it struck me that today was supposed to be the day that Uncle Cal comes up to retrieve his newest acquisition. I guess that Master wanted to have a short visit with Uncle Cal before the upcoming weekend get together. From everything I'd heard, I wasn't looking forward to going.
Spending a weekend with Uncle Cal, now that I've heard the types of deviant activities which he enjoys; just doesn't sound like something I want to witness. Not that I'm against such bestial activities, but I just don't feel the desire or need to witness the act. Oh, little did I know what was in store.
Eventually, Ray came back around and commented to Master Ryan that his `boy' was doing a good job. There was a smile on his face and his shorts betrayed him; as I sow that the young master had a hardon.
Ray went over to the other two `boys' and released them from all of the ropes; which sent Paul slamming to the ground without the slightest hint that the short drop was imminent.
Ray had them follow him, to the side of the house; where Ray turned the garden hose on each of them, rinsing away the blades of grass and flecks of dirt. Then the two `boys' were allowed to make use of the pool, just as long as they kept a safe distance from each other as Ray didn't want hands grabbing cocks beneath the water line.
I kept watching the two move, even more adapt than I was at crawling. They seemed to be more intone with themselves than me. I wondered how that was possible, as I'd been crawling for a much longer period of time.
It must have something to do with attitude and desire, was about all I could think of. I guess these two `boys' really do appreciate all of the fine things that the two Masters and Henry have afforded them.
Well, for the younger boy' anyway; as I'd seen how he was living with his father in the tall forest, and anything would be better than that. At least with Master's Troy and Jeb, not forgetting Henry; the boy' has finally found someone who is fond of him, not to mention offering him a wonder life, as their slave. Obey the rules, take your punishment like a proper slave and the ` boy' would survive and endure with flying colors.
As for Paul, the `pigboy'; I suppose living with Uncle Cal and his mate, just might be the right place for him in life. If he desires and needs to copulate with beasts of burden, Uncle Cal will be most accommodating.
Coming around from the garage side of the house was Kevin's father and his partner. I watched and listened as the group exchanged greetings amongst themselves; before any mention as to which `boy' belonged to whom.
I sounded as if things at Kevin's have been going great, so far. His father and his father's lover have accepted Kevin's desire to belong to Ray with open arms. Ray, in fact, had gotten permission to stay with Kevin for the remainder of the summer months; which allowed his parents the time they needed to come to terms with having a gay son who was involved in such a manner.
When Henry came back outside, I noticed he was holding a familiar object in his hands. It was the thick rough leather blindfold that I had worn on occasion. He headed straight for Master Ryan; and within minutes I was kneeling there without the slightest ray of light in my eyes.
I wasn't nervous anymore, as I'd become accustomed to such surprises along the way; but I was a bit concerned as to and for the need of the blindfold. Master Ryan could have me do just about anything for him, and I'm pretty sure he knew it already.
The velvety end of a cock brushed over my lips and I opened up and accepted it with a sense of pride, for once. Whoever owned this cock, kept it nice and fresh smelling and the only person I knew that smelled this way most of the time was Henry. I swallowed good load of his manseed and then his cock was replaced with another.
I hadn't gotten but barely finished swallowing the second man's seed when I heard everyone start talking as if something was happening. I tried to concentrate on the cock in my mouth and the scent of maleness in my nose and perhaps the cock belonged to Kevin's dad or his partner.
Then the voice of Uncle Cal became distinct in my ears and I about wanted to die right there. This was the first time he'd seen me, other than videos and pictures, sucking cock. His voice got real close, as if he was now standing right beside me as he began to tug on one of my earrings rather harshly.
One cock after another, I sucked them; and I'm pretty sure that I sucked the cocks of the other two `boys', just because I could smell the pool water on their bodies and with the absence of body hair and a Prince Albert flopping around in my mouth the conclusion wasn't hard to arrive at.
One cock smelled like raw sewage, and it had a disgusting taste embedded in the flesh; so I had to assume that the cock was attached to Uncle Cal's man.
I couldn't tell, exactly, which of the cocks belonged to Uncle Cal, but I sure know that I sucked him off; for the simple reason he played with my earrings and my nipple rings while he shoved his cock, relentlessly, deep down my throat.
Out of all the cocks, I think I remember the final three. One had to have been that which belonged to Ray, because the pubic hairs against my face didn't seem as gruff as an adults, nor were they as long; perhaps he was now trimming them.
The next to last cock belonged, definitely, to Kevin. The soft silky texture and the absence of pubic hair; combined with an odor of perspiration could only led me to such a conclusion.
The final cock was the one that stumped me the most. In fact I didn't discover until the cock had erupted both a load of manseed, and a torrent of piss who owned the cock.
Initially I had thought I could count the number of cocks and compare them to
the number of males that I knew were in attendance; but that soon fell apart.
At first, I thought Master Ryan was having another go around with my mouth, just for the fact that the size of Master's cock and the one in my mouth seemed rather similar in width and length. There was, however, a difference in male scent, which caused me to dismiss my original thoughts.
The hands upon my head, held me firmly while I sucked and worked my tongue over, under and around the rigid shaft. They seemed to tighten even more when the man started to gently fuck my face. As tired as my jaw muscles were becoming, I was thankful that he didn't force his cock into my throat; not even when his eruption of seed began to fill my oral cavity to the maximum.
I waited and waited for him to extract his penis, but as it fell limp in my mouth; I knew that I should expect a sizeable amount of his piss to rinse my mouth of the, now delectable remnants of sperm. I didn't have to wait to long, before my intuitions paid out. His urine was hot, yet not so acid tasting.
All the men seemed to instantly `change gears' so to speak, and I was left kneeling there with my eyes covered. They started talking about Uncle Cal's previous week and the upcoming week. Uncle Cal wasn't bashful at all when it came time to flaunt his success on owning and running a successful farm.
The sounds of plates, silverware and glasses, clinking nearby; told me that Henry had prepared a little something for the house guests. It couldn't have been time for supper; so I'd just assumed that being the gracious host that they are; Master's Jeb and Troy had presented a small offering of snack food to the men.
It wasn't until the sounds of voices slowed down and the sounds of people eating and drinking took command, that Henry came over and removed my blindfold.
After clearing my blurred vision, I could see all three of the boys eating a snack from bowls and there was even a bowl waiting for me.
I only thought of my duty to crawl over and to start eating; but as I turned around so that I was inline with the other `boys', I caught sight of the one cock I couldn't match with its owner.
North Country Chapter 40
The rest of the afternoon and early evening went well. Not a single man used me, or any of the other `boys'
My car looked as if it had just come off the showroom floor, and neither of us wanted to take it on the road, fearing to get it dirty again.
The drive home was a rather quiet one, as Master Ryan seemed preoccupied with something, other than me. At every stop light, I could see Him resting His head in His hand, while looking out the driver's side window.
I made it up and inside the house without much of a problem, and went straight to the bathroom to tend my duties.
Master never came in, nor did I even hear Him rustling around. I looked in the living room and it was empty; so crawling into the bedroom I found Master laying on the bed, in his boxer shorts. He had been crying.
Since I wasn't invited to His bed, I pulled out my mat and lay there, wondering if I'd done something wrong today. It wasn't until an hour or so later that Master turned off the light and fell asleep.
I was up right on time, Sunday morning, with the coffee already made and well on my way to preparing Master's breakfast; when Master walked into the kitchen and poured Himself a cup of coffee, still with a rather sad look on His face.
He ate in silence, not uttering a single word. I was beginning to fear that I was in some really big trouble. After eating Master went and sat in the living room, before going out and bringing back His Sunday paper.
By then, I'd finished the kitchen, made His bed, performed my morning bathroom duties and was kneeling by the sofa awaiting His return.
Master sat the paper down on the coffee table, looked right into my eyes and said, "Here pup, come my baby and sit with your Master." I crawled up onto the sofa, resting my nakedness against His ever so strong body. His hand wrapped around me like a giant comforter and He pulled my head to His chest.
The silence from not only yesterday but this morning, was killing me. I just had to speak, regardless of the consequence. "Master", I said sheepishly, " has your `boy' done something which has displeased you?"
"No, my baby has done nothing wrong. Nothing at all", came His simple, quiet reply.
"But my Master is so quiet, and I fear for Him, Master"
"Do not fear for me my `baby', for it has nothing to do with you."
I felt now more than ever that I had to find out what this was all about. I dreaded to speak, but as He is my Master and my brother, I had to risk everything.
"But Master, it pains me so; to see you unhappy. I desire to kiss away the tears, to wipe away the frown, only so Master will once again be happy."
The silence was now deafening, and I thought that I could feel it reverberating throughout the house.
Master's hand swept over my naked scalp, gently, caringly and with purpose. I
snuggled in, even closer to my Master. I needed Him to know that I was there for Him.
"I have wronged you my baby", came the words from Master. "I have aided others to allow themselves the pleasure of you body and soul. I only sought that which was mine, without regard to anything else."
My attention was not just drawn to His words, but in the manner in which they were spoken. I sensed a deep sorrow and regret in Master's voice.
"There is much your Master needs and should tell you, my `baby', but I've not the strength to do so. I am without courage to mention the thoughts and deeds which I've facilitated in such ways as to get you here, as you are."
Master began stroking the side of my face, with the back of his hand, sending His warmth cascading throughout my entire body.
I gently, carefully eased myself off of Master's chest and looked at his face. There were tears streaming down both sides and I felt helpless for that one moment, before I started kissing His tears away.
Both of his hands wrapped themselves around me, Master's head now limp with sorrow as His tears continued to flow. While I continued to kiss away the tears on the right side of His face, my right hand began to wipe the tears from the other cheek.
"But Master, I am here am I not? Your boy', your baby' is right here beside you Master. Please Master, oh please, talk to me, talk with me."
Once again, there was that lapse in conversation; assuming that my Master was compiling His words.
"What about dad and what happened yesterday? Didn't you find that rather odd, disgusting and totally uncalled for?" Master's voice sounding timid.
"Yes Master, but I knew in time that it was going to happen, Master."
"What, How, How could you have known it?"
"But Master, I saw, on the day he saw us together in the bathroom. Master's back was turned to him so it was I who say the look in his face. I was the one who saw him rubbing against the zipper of his pants. It was I, Master, who saw the way he looked at me during their cookout."
"How on earth, could you understand his actions and expressions `boy'." Master Ryan questioned.
"Master, when your baby' lived at home, dad always told me that I was his special' little boy. He kept telling me over and over how one day he would reward me for being so special'. I would guess that yesterday was his day to reward Master's boy'."
Master broke down with uncontrollable emotions. I tried to comfort my Master,
but it seemed futile, to say the least.
After a considerable amount of time had past, we resumed our conversation.
"What about everything I've done to you? Do you like the way I've made you look? Tell me `boy',"
"Well Master, I first I hated everything that was done. It hurt to have my body pierced as it is. But now Master, I'm finding it is a part of me, a part of who I am. I'm grateful that the ring in my nose is smaller, but overall I am pleased in the way Master has decorated his `baby'. I'm even happier now, that my foreskin is gone too, Master."
"No I didn't mean your pretty decorations, I'm talking about the sexual and abusive things that I done to you."
"Sorry Master. As for the sexual things, most were hurtful in the beginning, but now I've managed to turn some of the pain into `baby's' own pleasure Master. Henry has taught me well Master, and I like him as my friend."
"And what else, continue `baby', I want to know everything there is to know that is inside that head of your", Master Ryan said with a certain demeanor which indicated genuine interest.
So I continued telling him and continued answering His questions; well passed the lunch hour. By the time we'd concluded our chat; we'd covered everything from A to Z, from top to bottom, right to left.
I'm positive that Master understood me well; As I, too, understood my Master. There was the following week, where I continued to work at the dry cleaners, but was permitted to resign my position with dignity.
We never went to the `club' nor did we go to Uncle Cal's the following weekend.
For the past week, I'd spent almost every night in Master Ryan's bed, the two of us making passionate sex and love.
We talked nightly, open and honestly for that week. I kept my position as His boy', his pup, his baby'; but there were a few exceptions which had been put in place.
The only time I'd go into `my room' was for a transgression or for something
more pleasurable, such as the several times of fisting.
The next weekend we were back out at Masters' Troy and Jeb, enjoying the company. Kevin and Ray had been invited out also.
It was good to be around Henry, as he was filled with a multitude of wisdom. It was almost like a family get together of sorts, with my new family.
Two months have now passed and many things have changed.
I'm now allowed to use the telephone to call and talk with Henry just about any time I need to, or want to.
I still wear all of my decorations, including my cock cage which I find helps prevent a transgression against Master.
Master is now doing my shaving, when needed, which is about twice a week and Master has allowed me to once again have the hair on my head and eyebrows sprout.
I'm just about ready to launch an internet business with Henry in about a month so the two of us will be able to enjoy each others company; much the same way as our individual Masters enjoy each other. Neither of us has made contact with our dad, but we do hear from Uncle Cal about once a week. Things there are progressing nicely. Paul is now living in one of the barns with some of the animals.
Kevin and Ray spend almost every single minute together, or at Master Troy's bugging the heck out of Henry. Kevin's dad has now allowed his own partner to
move into the house with them and all is grand.
The last I'd heard, the mayor's son had been sold and shipped overseas to one of those countries who absolutely loves white boys under the age of twenty
five.
Regardless of how I got here: Regardless of all the vile transgressions placed against me to get me to explore and to discover the real me; I'm forever thankful to my Master for being the kind, loving, caring person which he is.
It was a difficult road, on which I traveled. One that will never be duplicated; but well talked about in certain circles of like minded men and women.
But the bottom line is that I'm happy, content and safe; and more importantly is the fact that Master Ryan is happy. He has me and He knows how to keep me happy as well.
We are devoted to one another. We care about one another and we are in love with one another; and that one single word, `love', can cross any boundaries, any borders, any differences that you or I might have.
The End...
We hope you have enjoyed our little story. Our latest story, "A Lesson In Time" is currently being posted on our yahoo group, which the address has been shown at the end of all of our previous postings.
We look forward to posting the story on Nifty, sometime near the end of this
year.