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North Country Chapter Four
Carl eased my head away from his body, and as bad luck would have it; his fleshy hard cock bounced across my lips. I froze, out of fear or just plain humiliation as he then grasped his cock and flaunted it in front of my face. A sudden and involuntary turn of my head didn't seem to deter him; but my eyes caught the teenaged boy staring wide eyed at the proceedings, but his face showed a considerable amount of shame and sadness.
The next thing I know, is Carl is pulling my to my feet at the same time, moving himself one leg at a time into the tub. As he began to ease himself into the warm cocoon of the cast iron tub, he reached out and grabbed hold of my dick.
"Not that you wouldn't think of escaping, but I rather enjoy the feel of a slave's cock in my hand. Now take the soap and cloth and start bathing my tired
body."
I had no real choice, or say in the matter. I was trapped in the shed with no
apparent means of escape; unless I wanted to force my way out. I began washing his broad shoulders and he seemed to lean forward, silently offering up his back as the next area he desired to be washed. I could see each muscle, clearly defined, as my hand ventured down his back. I was surprised at my own inner feelings and emotions that were somehow telling me that everything was, or was going to be all right.
Carl's grip on my flaccid dick became more difficult to withstand; as he steadily increased the pressure. If he thought I was going to slow, he'd simply begin to twist the shaft and I responded with a pathetic whimper and yelp.
"Somehow," Carl finally spoke, "I think the mundane, simply name of assboy suits you just fine. I'll inform the others that 'assboy' shall be your new name from this time forward."
I showed no signs that I'd would have objected to the name; not wanting to give Carl or anybody else the pleasure of flaunting the name over me all the time.
After I'd washed both of his arms and armpits, I started in on his legs. The tether around my balls wasn't long enough for me to venture to the end of the
tub, so Carl had to raise and bend each leg in order for me to wash the dirt and grime away. But, in so doing Carl still managed to keep a firm hold on my cock; which I wasn't all that positive about.
The closer I washed to Carl's crotch, his cock started to rise to the apparent stimulation. I could distinctly see it trying to break the surface of the water and I began to feel terror coursing its way through my body. "Now I don't want you to get timid on me 'assboy', you've got two more places to wash and then you'll be all done," Carl said in a rather subdued voice.
He pulled himself up to a kneeling position and without fanfare had me washing between his butt cheeks; while I was doing everything in my power to make sure that my hand stayed on this side of the soapy cloth. He moaned, as I'd apparently taken the cloth over what he called his 'manhole'. Guiding me back to his front side, using my cock as his means of directive he quietly said to me, "now I need you to drop the cloth and just use the soap and your hands. I don't want to feel anything except your wonton desire to finish bathing me. I want you to feel what it is like to hold a real mans cock. I want you to think about the cock in your hand; the cock that will soon be fucking you, making you scream for relief from the pain I'm going to cause as I take your virgin pussy."
Hearing him talk that way, only intensified the already churning turmoil in my gut. Now I knew my fate was all but sealed. Carl was going to fuck me; if I was to believe what he'd just said. He then had reached out and taken my other hand and placed it carefully around his balls. He had to coach me, not to mention coax me into lathering them up and that alone began my slide from being a guy on vacation to being nothing more than a modern day sex slave. I could begin to feel the uselessness of any thoughts I may have retained about being able to flee this god forsaken camp. I started to feel as if Carl really did believe in himself, and his ability to control me. I thought of my brother Ryan, and how he used to tell me privately that his escapades always involved him being the one in control, the one 'on top'. It was hard not to differentiate between Carl and Ryan for a few seconds.
Carl began to stand up inside the tub, and as he did, the mayor's boy scrambled toward the woodstove. With Carl in somewhat of a squat position, the boy carefully and slowly began to pour the warm clean water over Carl's head and upper body. Eventually Carl was rinsed clean and the water drained from the tub, apparently simply going down below the shed into the earth. Carl had released his grip on my cock and I simply knelt there; amazed that at what I'd just done.
After Carl was dried off, he and I were headed for the 'Pain Center', with the boy following behind. I couldn't fathom why the boy was hanging with us; but perhaps it was something which his father had assigned to him. It seemed as if every little pine needle, every leaf and twig had been purposely aligned with my body as I crawled dutifully behind Carl. I felt each and every one of them as some seemed to poke at me along the way. There was now lights on in the Center and with each forward movement, I began to fall behind in my thinking. I had all but given up hope that any of this was a joke. The reality was sinking in fast, no hair, clothes, money, phone; what else could they possible take from me. The answer was obvious.
The Center had a warmth in the air, the lights seemed to be rather subdued yet enough for one to see and function completely. The guy who originally brought me into this building was sitting at the small table, ever so nonchalantly sipping coffee from one of the tin cups.
Now I was beginning to think that Carl wasn't the only one who was going to 'play' with me tonight. Two adults, me and one teenaged boy; in here with Carl
having one thing on his mind, to fuck me. For one brief moment, I allowed myself to say, "Let's get this over with"; but for sure I wasn't going to say it out loud.
"You mind if I stay and watch Carl?" the man asked.
"No, not at all Vince; not at all," Carl answered back with an up beat tone in his voice.
"Well, I might just say that your cock sure needs to be a hell of a lot harder if you're intending on plowing that boy's ass tonight."
"Don't think I don't already know that," Carl snapped back. "But the new 'assboy' is going to take care of that for me, NOT YOU."
Oh great! Just fucking great! This Vince character just offered to suck Carl's cock; so I'm guessing he is one of the gay ones that I was told about, and this is the guy that they have left in charge of me?" The teenager had already scampered into one corner, kneeling with his hands behind his head. I'm guessing that his old man trained him that way.
Carl moved over to, and sat down on the only bed. He pulled my leash and I quickly found myself kneeling between his knees; my body only inches away from his cock.
"Since you appear to be reluctant to accept your fate, I'm only going to tell
you once to do a particular thing. Should you fail to obey or I perceive hesitation on your part; you'll be dealt with swiftly and severely", Carl said with authority.
Since he hadn't phrased his statement in the form of a question, I didn't feel the need to respond; but oh how quickly Carl reacted. He simply raised his hand and brought it down with all his strength on the back of my head; reeling my upper body into his chest, my face reddened with surprise and humiliation.
"Sir, yes Sir" I squeaked out, right before I was set to receive a slap across my butt.
After listening to Carl tell me that I was going to suck his cock, that he was going to fuck me, and fuck me hard; after which I was going to suck and lick his cock clean of ass slime, shit and man cum was when I had to swallow hard, forcing the contents of my stomach back down. I could only imagine what Vince and the boy were thinking right this second.
Carl had me rest my butt on the heels of my feet, place both of my hands on his upper legs and to lean forward; coming within a fraction of an inch of his cock. He lifted it up to my lips, gently moving it from side to side.
I knew that his patience was going to expire at any moment, so I opened my mouth; feeling his other hand gently surround the back of my head. I didn't close my lips around his cock, but I knew that several inches had already been pushed in.
I listened carefully to every instruction Carl issued. I could feel the humiliation overtake my mind and body, as my lips sealed around the pulsing shaft. He seemed to delight in controlling every movement of my head and tongue. Not that I hadn't wanted one of my dates to suck my own cock, but that never happened. Now, here I am sucking on a man's cock and helpless to do anything about it.
"By this time tomorrow night 'assboy' you'll be taking cock down your fag throat. You can bet that every man here is going to want to help train your mouth."
Carl kept telling me just how good I was doing and how fast I was learning. I
didn't consider any of this 'learning'. For me it was nothing short of torture and inhumane treatment. A fleeting thought crossed my mind. If I could get him to have an orgasm, regardless of how vile it would be, it just might prevent him from 'taking my cherry'. Carl must have been a mind reader, as he eventually eased my head away from his body and my mouth away from his cock.
The mayor's boy was on his feet, shuffling towards one of the wooden boxes against the wall.
"Now 'assboy' prepare to meet destiny", Carl said sternly.
He got up from the bed and ordered me onto it; on my hands and knees. The kid
came over and began tying my wrist down to the bed, while Carl was busy spreading my ankles and tying them down as well.
"I suppose in the normal world, most guys don't want to hear a dude scream; but here we love to hear the screams, the begging, the pleas, and the anguish in a voice. So you feel free to do all of the above, all you want".
As I raised my head, I saw the kid rummage through the box one more time, noticing that he had retrieved a tube of what looked like K-Y lube.
"I could be a nice guy and grease up your pussy all nice and slimy before I fuck you, but I just ain't in the mood. I'm just going to grease up my pole and fuck your brains out", Carl said laughing. The kid came up to my head and placed both of his hands on my shoulders, widening his stance as he did so. With my head in such a position, all I could see other than the floor below was the boy's cock and balls. I shuddered with disbelief when I noticed that although the kid was circumcised, it must not have been done by a doctor. There was just something about his cock that didn't look normal. It finally dawned on me that there wasn't the standard amount of loose skin right behind the head of his dick. To me, it would seem that if and when the kid had an erection it was most certainly going to hurt. The imminent cutting of my own foreskin seared a vivid picture onto my brain.
I started screaming the instant Carl's manhood made contact with my rectum. The intense burning and tearing sensations flooding my thought process. I couldn't make out much of what Carl was saying, other than the short phrases he said. Words like, 'take it bitch', 'of fuck yes', 'cunthole', 'tight assed bitch', were among the nicest things he said to me.
The boy had all he could handle, keeping me from lurching forward during the onslaught of my rape. Tears formed and fell to the floor, but I wasn't going to let them, any of them, hear me cry.
It didn't seem long at all before I felt the pubes against my butt. I knew that I had been totally impaled. Then and only then, did Carl seem to slow down his hip motion; going from rapist to concerned man in a matter of minutes. I thought I could feel something trickle down my inner thighs and imagined that he'd ruptured something and blood was being 'spilt'.
Carl's vile comments turned to 'oh yes', oh baby', 'take daddy like a good boy' and other assorted phrases. I could finally feel his hands, gripping my waist. The pain of rape seemed to fade almost as fast as it had arrived. Why, I don't know, but the feeling of having his cock buried deep into my bowels wasn't causing me pain and anguish anymore. Carl's deliberate and mechanized fucking was causing me stress, in a whole different way than I had ever imaged.
A mountain of pleasure rushed over me, as he continued fucking me. For the life of me I don't understand it. I couldn't help but to consider all the young men that Ryan had fucked; and could only wonder if he treated them and fucked them in the same fashion as Carl.
The teen holding my shoulders released his grip and moved away briefly; returning and setting a small stool on the floor; and it was small. The next thing which happened without a word spoken; was the kid standing on the stool with his now ridged cock in line with my face. From behind me came, "be a good slave for me and suck the boy's cock."
As Carl's strokes became long, withdrawn and slow; I opened my mouth and accepted the cock. The kid was standing still waiting to see, apparently, if I'd voluntarily begin to worship his dick. With a nudge from Carl's embedded cock, I began using my mouth on the boy's dick; just as if I was following the words of Carl earlier. The more I sucked and tongued the dick, the more moans and groans of pleasure came from the teenager. His orgasm wasn't long in coming, and string after string of his hot seed filled the back of my mouth. I nearly gagged trying to swallow it all, and it made me think that he'd been abstaining from masturbating for some time now. He held on to the back of my head with both hands, while I felt his manhood start to deflate.
"Now slave", Carl began, "the boy wants to give you one more lesson. Don't get alarmed, but just remember not to spill."
I couldn't for the life of me, think of what Carl had just said. The boy put two of his fingers on his own dick and before I could think; two small spurts of his piss shot into my mouth. I swallowed quick, trying to avoid the prolonged salty taste, but to no avail as one longer stream of piss gushed into my mouth. The final surge of urine nearly filled my mouth to capacity; but I was able to swallow it all down and not spill a drop. At this point, all I wanted to do was to crawl under this bed, not be on top of it. I needed to hide myself, from myself and those around me. The shame and embarrassment was overwhelming.
As the last few dribbles of piss left the boy's cock, Carl exploded; leaving a healthy deposit of his manseed up my ass. Both of the cocks left my two holes at the same time; leaving me feeling relieved yet empty.
"These ought to turn out pretty good", Vince spoke, "I think I got at least six or seven good ones that the mayor can use."
Ever so slightly, I turned my head and there was Vince, with my cellphone, and apparently he'd been taking a handful of photos of my oral and anal rape. I
could only hope and pray that the photos were never sent to anyone, less my entire life as a normal male would come to a screeching halt.
"Good job Vince, I'm sure that the mayor will print them out the next time the generator is up and running so he can use the photo printer. But, knowing him, my money is on him sending them to someone close, and special; somebody like the 'assboys' brother.
The teen stepped off the stool and slid it over against the wall, as Carl now
faced me; his cock covered in slime, cum and streaks of my own shit. The smell was nauseating, which added to my already upset stomach. I must have hesitated, because the next thing I knew, my head felt like it was being ripped from my body. My ears rang, my eyes watered and my jaw hurt.
After a couple of de-humanizing moments with Vince hollering obscenities and Carl slapping his filth covered dick across my mouth; the teenager came over to hold my head in the proper position in order for Carl's cock to begin filling my mouth. Forgoing the stench, which filtered up my nostrils, the taste was so disturbing that I nearly puked. Now even Carl had his to hands on my head; which completely prevented any attempts on my part to pull away.
The onslaught of the taunting intensified; causing me to loose all concepts of my former self. I couldn't believe that I'd started to become their 'assboy', pussymouth, and countless other names which they felt secure in calling me.
Finally, Carl put an end to my suffering and untied my limbs and pulled me off the bed. Vince hauled me back into my cell and locked the door.
The two grown men sat around the table talking while the boy obediently assumed his proper place in the cabin. I just sat against the back of the cell, knees pulled up to my chin; thinking about why men could do all of this to another person. The answer never came, but the questions kept on coming.
Finally, after the cabin was left to just me and Vince; I fell into a restless sleep, my ass and jaw still hurting. I wasn't even given a pillow or blanket; thus the cold night air seemed to settle in all over my body.
By the time I was prodded into waking up, my teeth were chattering, my skin was sensitized by the countless amount of 'goose bumps and I really needed to piss. The empty pail next to the cell door finally, silently, registered in my brain as to its' intended purpose. Just as I was about to stand up and piss, Vince abruptly told me that I had to be on all fours and that I was to straddle the pail; thus pissing like some kind of animal.
At this point, I really didn't see any need in obsessing over his command. The sheer relief which came from empting my bladder over shadowed any of my own
thoughts.
Vince got the woodstove all fired up and it wasn't long before the old fashion coffee maker was perking, filling the cabin with the ever wonderful aroma of the bean. I felt human when Vince actually handed me a mug of coffee and I cherished each sip. I dare not question if I was going to be able to get a refill. The cabin door opened and my breakfast was slid under the cell door and it to was, all things considered, a gourmet meal. But, as always, I knew that if this was a good start to the day, then only bad things lay ahead.
My ass still hurt from the previous night's rape; but at least, now, I wasn't
experiencing any after taste from the ravaging my mouth had been subjected too.
Vince had eaten, made up the bed and had just finished sweeping, when the door burst open and four of the males entered; all looking as if it was Christmas morning. The smallest of the four told Vince to hurry up and get my cell door unlocked. The expression on Vince's face showed that he was quite disappointed; perhaps just for the fact that he hadn't spent any time with their new conquest as yet.
I was yanked from the security of my cell and was quickly assaulted by these guys. They each took one of my limbs and tied a rather substantial rope to it. Without explanation I was led outside; the morning air blasting against my bare skin with a fury. With each of them holding on to their rope, I was led through the center of the encampment; paraded past the other men as if this was a standard kind of ritual, and finally onto a trail leading down the far side of the camp.
None of the men said anything until we had traveled a fair distance, finally stopping at the edge of a fast moving creek. Two other men were already there, sitting on big rocks in the middle of the creek, naked as I was.
There was a large plastic sack sitting on one of the rocks, which I had no idea contained my next ordeal.
The four men pulled on their respective ropes and I thought of following them, that is, until my foot felt the frigid cold temperature of the water. The stream appeared to deepen rather fast, as the four men were already in water half way up to their knees by the time I'd gotten both of my feet wet.
The two naked men scooted off of their perch and stand knee deep in the water; both of them yelling at the others to 'hurry up and get his faggot ass out here'. The water, being so cold, was already making me shake and shiver and the fear that these other two men were causing me left me little hope. I couldn't figure out why none of the others seemed affected by the cold water, unless it was merely the fact that they'd grown used to it.
"We haven't done this for over a year." The one man said "But it sure will be fun, now that we have us a new asshole to work with", said the other.
By the time I'd been led into the center of the stream, I could have sworn that my body temperature had dropped ten degrees, but none of these six guys seemed to care one bit. The plastic bag was opened and the one guy pulled out the weirdest looking thing I'd ever seen.
It was a clear plastic hose; with one end looking like it had the tube off of a turkey baster attached to it. The other end of the tube had a large, and I do mean large, funnel secured in place.
Every one of them started laughing just prior to me witnessing the application of copious amounts of what appeared to be grease on the tube end of the hose. "Now you're going to see just how we are going to clean you up every morning boy!" One of them gruffly hollered, compensating for the sound of the rushing water. "Now bend over and grab your ankles, if ya can."
I could feel the tension of the ropes attached to my ankles begin to pull my legs apart, and without having a say in the situation I widened my stance, bending at the waist; my two hands sliding down the sides of my legs.
My hands never touched the water, before the tube was forced up my ass. I stood up as fast as I could; the pain amplified from the night before. Two men pushed me back down, each using one of their hands to spread my butt cheeks, while the tube was forced even further into my bowels. The entrance to my ass felt like it was on fire, while the rest of me was freezing from the frigid water.
"Now let's get our visitor turned around so's he doesn't drown out here." One of them said, rather jokingly.
They turned me, so that I was facing downstream, away from the direct flow of
the water. Then I was told to kneel, which I hesitated; only to feel the leather from a belt find the flesh of my bare ass.
I slowly eased myself into the water, which I found to be more of a torture than anything so far. My ass was clenching the tube so tight that I don't think any water had been able to find my own asshole.
Then they told me to get down on my hands and knees, which was when I really felt the water rushing under me. My balls were shrinking and it wouldn't be long before they were up inside my body, seeking all the warmth they could find. Had this been under totally different circumstances, totally, I wouldn't have minded skinny dipping.
"Get the fucking soap," screamed one of them who was behind me. I wasn't looking forward to a bath in this cold water, not one bit.
One man leaned down to my head and said, "Now as soon as you feel the water, you count out loud to fifteen nice and slow."
With everything that I was experiencing, I couldn't understand what he was saying; as I was already 'feeling' the water. But, before I knew what was happening, my ass began to experience the chill of the water; and I started counting out loud. I'm only guessing, but I think they were using the funnel to channel the water into my butt.
When I reached fifteen the rush of water stopped, and all the men stood silently. The second time I felt the water I started counting again, as my stomach started to cramp. After the third time, I was in agony.
"Okay now let's get him turned around nice and easy boys." Somebody said. They used the ropes more than anything to turn me around, while I was still on my hands and knees. The water was now crashing down on my throat, as I strained to keep my mouth and face from going beneath the surface. I knew that the tube was still inside my ass and I just wanted it out.
I saw one of the men standing there, holding a bottle of liquid dish soap; which I surmised was the 'soap' mentioned earlier. He had the biggest grin on his face; but it was more sinister looking than happy.
"Get the boys knees wider", barked one of the two men; presumably the one that was holding on to the plastic hose. I felt my entire body sink further into the water as the stream tried in vain to cover my mouth and face. Then to my
delight, the tube was pulled from my ass; moments later the water, soap and my shit began to gush out from within me; all carried away by the force of the water of the stream.
I had all but forgotten about the temperature of the water; only concerning myself with these six men.
Two more times, they filled my ass; but each time the 'count' increased. First to twenty five and the third count to thirty five. After they flushed out everything inside my gut, they turned me back around so I was facing downstream.
"GREAT GUYS!" came a voice from the edge of the stream. I turned my head to see who was there and it was Vince, holding my cellphone. He disappeared into the woods after that.
The next thing I knew was that the men were actually bathing me right there in the middle of the stream. I couldn't fucking believe it! Last night they seemed so careful as they scrubbed the dirt away, using warm water; but not now. At least the one good thing about the bath being, they didn't waste time in
performing their task; as we were all soon out of the stream and back on dry
land.
"Boy you must not have shit for days. Your ass was all full and them critters
just kept on coming out; floating so pretty downstream." One of them said to me. "Maybe tomorrow you won't be so packed full and we'z only gotta do two of them fillings instead of three; you'd like that wouldn't you boy?"
"Sir, yes Sir," I quickly replied, not wanting to feel his belt on my ass again.
By the time we got back to camp, my skin was dry but my body was still shaking from the cold. There were a couple of nice campfires burning now, and it was at one particular campfire that the group of men stopped.
I was pushed back, against a tall post; perhaps a fallen tree that had been de-barked and smoothed. With military precision, a wooden pole was placed between my outstretched feet and tied to each ankle. Another pole was laid to rest on my shoulders and my wrists were fastened in like manner, leaving me defenseless and immobile; as two pieces of rope went around my chest and midsection, tied behind the post.
The warmth of the campfire was overshadowed by the constant nipple pulling along with the many hands playing with my cock and balls. To my surprise, one of the men announced to the others, "The boys cock likes the attention. It's getting harder than a rock."
I had to close my eyes, as another wave of embarrassment and humiliation made
itself known. I could now feel one of them skinning back my foreskin, which seemed to have been the first time he'd seen a man's cock which wasn't circumcised. His comments sounded as if they were coming from a little boy, which made my whole situation that much more stressful, as the rest of the men were now laughing at him.
What occurred next was something that seemed rather nice. A warm and moist, very moist, sensation covered my cock; which presented an opportunity for me to open my eyes and see where the cause of these feelings were coming from. I was flabbergasted to discover that Vince was on his knees, sucking my cock.
Cheers emanated from the crowd, as he eagerly got the entire shaft into his mouth. I could feel the muscles in his throat, pulsing against my cock; only to heighten my awareness of such a sexual delight.
He must have had lots of experience; as each time I thought I was going to dump my seed, he withdrew his mouth and allowed my urge to subside. I couldn't begin to say, just how long this went on but it ended without me ever having an orgasm.
The mayor and his son had ventured down amongst the men, chastising them all for not completing their morning assignments before finding fun and games with my body. His bark, matched his bite; as he meted out several 'sentences' to some of them. Extra work, no lunch, no sex, no television; were just a few of the disciplines that some of the men received.
He called for only one truck today, which he was going to use to go into town. "I've made a list of the extra things we've needed around here and our new visitor should be thanked by all, for his generous contributions towards such
items."
Moments later, one of the men came driving up in the old truck. I hadn't seen
where it had been kept, but if I ever did locate it; well, guess what... I was
outta here!
The motor was turned off, and the boy climbed in the back; just like I'd seem
him sitting before. I was released from my bindings and lead without fanfare to the truck and was told to 'get in'. For a second, I thought that they were done with there fun and games and were going to take me back to town.
I was made to sit next to the boy, with my back against the cab of the truck.
One of the men produced a metal dog collar and locked it around my neck; and
then he was handed a length of chain which he attached to my collar. The other end of the chain was fed down between my legs and dropped through a small hole in the bed of the truck. I could feel the chain tighten, presumably from someone beneath the truck who was attaching it to something. Once that was accomplished, another man climbed in the truck holding a long length of rope. I can't remember the name of that rope, but it was the kind that wasn't tightly woven and had those course fibers poking out all over it. Hemp rope, I think; but I was never sure.
He made sure that my feet were firmly flat on the truck bed and then he proceeded to push my knees apart; giving him ample access to my crotch. He wrapped one end of the rope around my balls, with dozens of those fibers poking at my sensitive scrotum. He then backed away from me, pulling the rope along with him. The strain on my balls was becoming unbearable and the grimacing expression on my face was evident for all to witness. After placing my feet together, he shoved my legs towards my body. He nearly knocked my knees into my head. The other end of the rope was then tightly wrapped around my ankles.
Nothing left to do, I was left in the back with just the kid; as the motor started and the truck began to move. Every small bump, and my body moved; causing my feet to move, in turn causing even more pain in my nuts. I hadn't a clue as to where we were, as nothing along the way look at all familiar. Finally, about a half hour later, the terrain began to look as if I might have been around here before.
What happened in the back of the truck, well, I suppose was meant to happen but I would never speak out against it. The teenager had reached over and taken my cock in his hand, bringing me to a most prestigious erection. The bumpy ride and his hand movements brought me ever so close to a climax. But just like at camp, they all seemed hell bent on teasing me over and over again.
I noticed that the truck was gradually slowing down, and it dawned on me that we might be getting close to town or preparing to stop. For all good reasons, the truck stopped in the middle of the road and the mayor climbed out. He tossed two nasty smelling blankets in the back; which his son quickly used to cover up my nakedness as well as his own.
We entered the town from the other side, as compared to where the "Campers Korner" store was. The driver purposely drove slowly; allowing any and all to see the two of us sitting in the back. I'm sure that my collar and chain must have been quite visible even from a distance. Some of the towns' people even waved to the mayor and greeted him rather warmly. God, I sure hope 'those' people are not involved with the mayor's own little private world.
They parked the truck, the identical way in which I'd first seen it; backed into a parking space, with us two guys visible to anyone who walked passed. When the two men slid out of the cab, there wasn't one single word exchanged between them and us. All I could do was to pray that nobody would come walking along and notice me. Now I know how the boy must feel every time he has to sit here.
Moments, perhaps minutes passed and then next thing I see is the store owner coming outside and down to my side of the truck. He smiled at me, reached in and lifted up my blanket. "Can't see much, because the way you're sitting, but at least I can see that they've been kind to you so far."
I hung my head with a world of embarrassment, my face turning red; "I might say too, that I like your new hair cut, or should I say shave," the shop owner said. "If I was a mind too, I drive up and have a better look at you some night; but as it is, my boyfriend would be extremely upset if I went and did something like that." He turned away and headed back into the store, with a final quick glance back at the two of us. I could see the boy's father and the other man standing around the potbelly stove, sipping on their coffee; not once looking outside.
Thankfully I was spared any humiliation; as not a single person came passed the truck. The two men and the store owner finally emerged; laden down with boxes and bags, which they set in back with us. Another trip and there wasn't any room left for another box or bag.
As the store owner thanked the 'mayor' for his purchases, the 'mayor' said, probably for my benefit, "don't worry we have a bit more cash yet that we can spend, but I need to get down to the grocery store."
This couldn't be happening to me. Bad enough that we've parked outside this place for at least an hour or more; and now they are going to stop at the fucking grocery store?
In order to get to the one and only grocery store, we had to travel back through town; and just like before, there were some who waved to the 'mayor'. However, when we got to the store, the truck drove passed it and around to the back delivery door. Only the driver got out this time, as the 'mayor' sat quietly, alone.
When the delivery door opened up, the driver along with one of the store's employees were pushing out two carts full of food and things. There was some talk and then some jostling around of the boxes in the back and much to my surprise they were able to pile everything into the truck.
"Go ahead, if you want. Take a look see." The driver said to the youthful looking employee.
The kid nearly leapt into the truck, both of his hands pulling my blanket away. He was so close to me, that I could smell his 'tobacco breathe'. His hands
explored my body, and he even slipped a hand under my legs; tugging on the rope which was attached to my balls. He tugged hard enough, that I found myself shrieking from the pain.
"Damn man! If he's still around on my next couple of days off, I'd love to come up and play with him if it's alright." The boy said in more of a questioning voice.
"Sure, come up anytime you want. Come for dinner and then that will give you time to play with our new visitor and it will also give us guys plenty of time to play with you. How longs it been since you were fucked by all of us?" he
asked rather humorously, not really expecting an answer.
The 'mayor' must have grown impatient, as he barked at both his driver and the grocery store kid. Like a bunny the kid disappeared back into the store, as the motor started and we began our journey back to camp.
I had never given it a thought, but my blanket was not put back over me; as we made the final few blocks out of town. Blessed, that there was no one waving to the 'mayor'; as even the mayor's boy pulled his own blanket off.
By the time we returned to camp, there was evidence that a lot of work had been done. Ample stacks of firewood had been placed near each area where the campfires normally burned. All bits and pieces of trash had been removed from the grounds and just about every man there was involved with something. Chopping wood, heating water, carrying water from the spring, doing laundry, etc., it was like every man there had an assignment.
I would learn soon enough that all the chores had to be done by noon time; as
the afternoons and the evenings were usually spent with each other or with their visitors.
The men quickly came over and unloaded the truck under the direction of the 'mayor'. Some boxes went to his cabin, some to the bathing shed and the remainder of them went into the "Pain Center". All of the food was quickly taken into the mess hall.
The boy climbed out of the truck and disappeared without his father saying a word to him. I was removed from the truck and quickly attached to one of the tables, much like yesterday; on my back, with the 'mayor' fondling my balls and cock. Once again my cock engorged itself with blood, as he continued stoking it. Finally after there was nothing left for me to do but have an orgasm. My seed shot up onto my chest, some even hitting my face, as I moaned in pure ecstasy. The 'mayor' smeared it all over my skin and then offered his fingers to my mouth.
"This is only the beginning of a very long day boy," the mayor said; as I seemingly had no choice but to accept his sperm covered fingers into my mouth.
As the 'mayor' stepped out of my limited field of vision, all I could do was to think about the mess I was in and of all the things that I'd been through in the last day. I was amazed at what I was thinking about. I was astonished by the things that did, and the things that didn't seem repulsive. There were just as many good things as there were bad; and I think the notion that I'd even consider ANY of them 'good', wasn't something that I was rather proud of.
TBC
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