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North Country Chapter Three

This  story is copyrighted 2006 TM, with all rights  reserved.

If it hadn't been for the clothing which the 'mayor' was wearing, I would 
have  thought that he would be exactly the type of man my brother Ryan would  
appreciate. He was quite tall, handsome, brown hair and from what I could tell;  
he had a rather toned body. The draw back to him and the rest of these men was 
 simple. Either they didn't know how to dress properly, or were wearing 
clothes  that they'd come by; perhaps via a dumpster or yard sale some place. But, 
look  who's talking; at least they weren't  naked.

This guy was probably some, forty feet away from me; and no sooner had he 
begun  to descend the few steps from the porch, somebody from behind me, pushed 
me to  the ground. "When the mayor approaches, all who are not residents of our 
 community must show him  reverence."

I tried to push myself up from the ground, but discovered that there was a  
booted foot pressing down in the middle of my back. All I could see was the 
feet  of this so-called 'mayor' getting ever closer to me. He stopped less than 
two  feet in front of my face; and that was when the foot lifted from my back, 
not to  mention it was also when I thought all hell was breaking  loose.

As I stood, almost totally upright, the man landed a knee into my crotch. I  
instantly fell down; rolling is searing pain, grasping my penis and scrotum.  
Never had I been hit like this and the painful experience accompanying it was  
something that I didn't ever want to feel again. I thought I was going to 
vomit,  but was able to settle myself down in  time.

"So, you are the one who conversed with my boy and you are the one who gave 
him  coffee; all without asking permission!" The mayor yelled out, like a drill 
 instructor. "No one EVER speaks to, or offers aid to this or any other boy 
or  domestic servant without my explicit  permission!"

The next thing I know, and I feel, is the man had bent over and taken a firm  
hold of the hair on my head; pulling me into a kneeling position. "A  
non-resident is to always kneel when the 'mayor' approaches, and that's one law  
around here that is not easily forgotten." Silence befell the whole group, not a  
soul was snickering. "But shall we start over?" The man  asked.

"But what is going on around this dam…" I started, just before getting a hard 
 slap on the left side of my  face.

"SILENCE!" The man screamed down at me.  

"Welcome to our community, which we have so reverently named 'Town of Men'; 
on  behalf of all the residents we wish you well here. The amount of time 'men' 
stay  here is solely left up to them. The time 'visitors' such as yourself 
stay here  is left up to our entire community; unless, that is, if I as 'mayor' 
exercise my  right to 'executive privilege'. In time you will be introduced to 
all of the  residents, whom will inform you of their name. Oddly enough, they 
all have the  same first name; which is SIR! You will be shown the courtesy 
which all visitors  have come to receive, NONE! You will be given a guided tour 
of our community;  where you shall learn what and where is strictly off 
limits to you, unless you  are accompanied by a resident. Your stay here is 
strictly controlled by the  rules which have been set into law, by all of our 
residents. We have a  confinement cell, which is controlled by our chief 
disciplinarian officer. We  have a search and recovery officer, which his sole 
responsibility is to recover  'lost' visitors and to search out visitors which he may 
feel would be a benefit  to our town. I believe you have already met him. And we 
have a first aid  attendant who looks after the health and well being of all 
of our residents, and  may from time to time be asked to perform, shall we say, 
'certain beneficial  caring' of our occasional visitors. We have a community 
dinning hall, which  unfortunately none of our visitors are allowed to use. We 
have several community  latrines, which visitors are not allowed to use; but 
who from time to time find  themselves cleaning out or even find themselves 
confined beneath the  seat."

"But I didn't…" and another hard slap came raining down upon my  face.

"As I had expected, your presence here is not due to your desires, wants or  
needs. Thusly, you shall, by order of the town council, be sentenced to two 
days  of  confinement."

"But I…" and a fist connected to my jaw; sending me backwards into one of the 
 men who had been directly behind  me.

"Use your two days of solitude to learn the laws of our town, that is, unless 
 you desire more of the same." The man said in such a way as to drive home 
his  point.

As I got up onto my knees, my eyes caught sight of something familiar. 
Swaying  in front of me, on the man's finger was my pale blue briefs. I looked up at 
him,  seeing nothing more than a broad  smile.

The mayor turned and went to converse with the other men; who had now begun 
to  gather around one of the small camp fires, which seemed to be the 'coffee 
shop'  of this  town.

Without a warning, I had a long and thick piece of leather wrapped around my  
balls, was pushed down so that I was on my hands and knees; and that's the 
way I  was led out of the 'town center'. I can't begin to tell you how 
humiliating it  is to be naked, crawling like an animal and having a leash, of sorts, 
wrapped  around one's scrotum. There was a chorus of laughter coming from all 
of the men;  as I caught a quick glimpse of the naked teen on the porch; which 
this whole  scene must have been commonplace to him, as he remained  
expressionless.

The short trek to the cabin was painful to my knees and even worse as I 
crawled  up the splintered three steps towards the front door. The man pushed the 
door  open, the same time I saw a hand carved sign next to the door, it read; 
"PAIN  CENTRAL".

"Please mister, please! Please let me go. I won't tell anybody about none of  
this!" I recall begging and pleading for my release. My pleas went unanswered 
as  the man led me into what I assumed, at first, was some kind of cage. He 
used the  leash to haul me up onto my feet. I was to scared, at first, to look 
around. For  the moment I was only thinking of the pain in my balls as the man 
tossed the end  of the leash over the top of the cell and pulled even harder 
on the leash. Not  only did I begin to scream from the intense pain, I broke 
out into a profuse  sweat. The leash was tied back onto its' self which left it 
very tight. The man,  quickly, kicked my feet apart; leaving them to touch 
the sides of the cell. One  by one my wrists were tied to either side of the 
cell; followed by my ankles  being similarly attached.  The leather was rough and 
course against my  skin; which at the time seemed most uncomfortable.  

The man stood for the longest time, in silence, simply staring at me. I was  
petrified of speaking, and the only hope, currently, was that I'd be allowed 
to  ask questions soon. Perhaps, there was an outside chance that I could 
possibly  buy my way out of  here.

Shortly thereafter, the man exited the cell and padlocked the door shut. 
After  the man left the cabin was the first time that I was able to see what sort 
of  predicament I was in. I tried, hard and fruitlessly, to deny my senses of 
the  pain which emanated from by  testicles.

The 'cell' I was in was almost something from prehistoric times. It was made  
entirely from cut trees. There was a certain degree of workmanship in the  
construction of the cell; as all of the vertical pieces were of equal size and  
all de-barked. The same could be said for the horizontal pieces. I tried to  
wiggle from side to side, hoping that the cell was 'flimsy' but to no avail.  
These men had built a solid confinement area; no doubt about it.  

Then I began to scour the cabin, looking for anything which might be useful 
to  me, should the opportunity arise, to evade these men. From the outside of 
the  cabin, one would never know just how much work had gone into rendering the 
 interior into a rather nice looking abode. The floors seemed to have been 
sanded  and coated with a shiny finish; or perhaps had merely been waxed to 
perfection.  There was an old fashion cast iron stove, a hand made table with two 
chairs; and  there was even a bed.  All of the workmanship of the furnishings 
appeared  to be of the highest standards. The only source of light, other than 
mother  nature, came from several kerosene lanterns, strategically placed. 
There was  just the one door that I could see from my current position; and two 
windows,  which were open slightly, allowing for a gentle flow of air to enter 
and escape.  There were two or was it three wooden chests, which sat against 
one wall. Other  than that, the cabin seemed  bare.


Time seemed to stand still, as I more or less was left to 'hang' there as if 
I  was on an imaginary crucifix. The sharp pain in my balls had turned into a 
dull  ache, by the time the door opened up and the 'mayor' and one other man  
entered.

"You look nice and comfy," the mayor started out, "but unfortunately not all 
of  your time here will be so nice and pleasant as it is  now."

He reached into his pocket and retrieves a key which he used to unlock the 
cell  door. "I don't honestly think that you'll have a need to tell time." He 
said, as  he came up to me and removed the watch from my wrist. "Looks to me, as 
if you  like spending a good deal of money on yourself. This watch must have 
cost you at  least six hundred  dollars."

I had only opened my mouth, yet to utter a word and his hand came crashing 
down  on my sore, bound scrotum. I screamed like a stuck pig. He only laughed, 
as did  the other  man.

"As a general rule around here, everyone cleans up before dinner. This 
gentleman  is going to get you nice and clean not to mention presentable before 
dinner. He  is also going to be your teacher, your instructor as one might say, to 
teach you  the ways of a visitor to our fair town. He's got much to do in a 
short time; so  I'll leave him to his  tasks."

The mayor turned to leave, and as he did, I caught another glimpse of the 
'boy',  who was kneeling just outside the door. As he turned to go down the 
stairs I  could easily see that his butt was covered in red marks and  welts.

The man that was left 'in charge' of me remained silent until he'd closed the 
 door. He looked to be about my age, but I could easily see that his arms 
were  twice as big as mine. The jeans he wore clung to his legs, which outlined 
the  massive thighs and calves.  

"Any problems with you and you won't be around to see the sun rise in the  
morning. Is that understood?" He asked with  authority

I nodded my head, but apparently I was supposed to answer him verbally; as 
he,  too, landed a hard slap upon my bound  balls.

"Yes, yes, I understand." Came my tear filled reply. But apparently that 
wasn't  the proper answer; as yet another blow to my balls sent me flailing around 
in my  bound  position.

"Just like a fucking newcomer. They never learn till it's almost to late. You 
 start with a Sir and end with a Sir! To many of you 'boys' never joined the  
military, is why you all are so  disrespectful."

The man produced a large hunting knife, which he waved in front of my face,  
telling me that he wasn't afraid to use it if I gave him a hard time. And, I'm 
 sure that by his size and strength he wouldn't hesitate to keep his  word.

After putting the knife away the man began speaking to me in a normal tone of 
 voice. "Now before I get you down from there, you gotta understand a few 
simple  rules. First, remember the 'sir' in your replies. Second is that you 
never stand  up unless told to stand. Third, every man here is superior to you, as 
you are  nothing more than a low life cum sucking, ass eating, piss drinking, 
shit eating  queer  boy."

My heart sank to my feet, listening to him 'describe'  me.

"Four, you answer immediately and you move immediately. Any hesitation on 
your  part and these guys will take their leather strap to your sorry, skinny 
assed  body. Five, you stay out of everyone's way. You never interfere with 
anything,  whether or not you like it or you don't. Just remember to come when  
called."

He never asked me if I understood the six rules he'd just announced to me, as 
he  began to release the leather bindings. I immediately got a mean stare 
from him  as the last of the leather straps was removed from my ankle.  

It took half a second to remember rule number two. I quickly got down on my  
hands and knees; just as he said, "good  boy".

He turned and headed for the door, and I quickly as possible took up crawling 
 right behind  him.

I could only guess that it was late afternoon, as the air seemed much cooler; 
 yet the sun was still out, but not as prominent. Having him lead me by my 
balls  was not much help either, as we neared the far side of the encampment to 
where a  large camp fire was burning. All I knew was that at the first 
opportunity to  escape I was going to take it. I didn't' care if it was midnight and 
freezing  out; I was going to run and run  hard.

I noticed that this fire had a huge caldron of water placed in the middle of 
it,  and the steam rose up in an almost perfect cylindrical pattern. I was 
soon made  to stop; noticing that three other males were now  present.

"Hot damn, we finally have a new kid to play with." One of them said  
laughing.

"Just mind your manners or you'll find yourself in the same situation." Said 
the  man that was my 'teacher', in a rather 'pissed off' tone of  voice.

I was made to kneel, now staring directly at the fire and steaming kettle of  
water. It felt ever so good to have the leather binding removed from my 
scrotum.  I thought that I could even feel the blood rushing around in an excited  
state.

"Now don't think about bolting on outta here, cause you won't get but a few  
steps before a world of hurt comes raining down on your sorry ass," the man  
said.

The next thing I see is one of them handing my 'teacher' guy a pair of 
scissors;  which instantly went into action, mercilessly cutting off my hair. At 
this point  the only thing I could think about was the eight dollars, which 
included the  tip, that I'd spent just last week at the salon. I could feel and see 
most all  of the hair as it fell either on me or directly on the ground. Just 
by the way  he was holding my hair up, with his hands, I knew that he was 
clipping me rather  close; to close as a matter of fact and I had no reason not 
to think that I was  going to end up looking like a freak. There was just no 
way anyone can cut hair  like this and be able to keep it all the same length. 
God, it was going to take  me months to grow it back this  long.

What I hadn't seen was the table behind the flames, which had several more  
implements that would come of use in the time before  dinner.

The man's hand began brushing off the top and sides of my head; which 
instantly  told me just by the bristle feeling that he'd clipped it down to nothing 
more  than a nub.  

"Now, now can we get him all wet down and get on with the show?", another one 
of  the men chimed  in.

"I suppose there isn't anything I can do until the kid gets his head wet and  
softened up." Came the reply from my  instructor.

What I wasn't expecting, but happened rather fast was that two by two the men 
 came up on either side of me and began releasing rivers of nasty, smelling, 
foul  urine on the top of my head. It managed to trickle down my shoulders, 
back and  chest; not to mention my face; which by now I had my eyes firmly 
closed. I  suppose they all found this rather funny as they continued laughing at 
me, and  occasionally at each other; as one or more of the men must've had 
diminutive  proportioned  penises.

Out of no where, can a flood of hot water; cascading over my head and down my 
 body. It sent a quick series of forceful shivers down my spine; but at least 
it  was rinsing the stench of male urine from my body. I opened my eyes, 
assessing  the men's positions; thinking about and looking for a means to  evade.

Several more pots of water were nonchalantly poured over me, before I felt 
what  turned out to be the bristles of a hand lather. The man seemed to be going 
in  circles with it, over and over again. "Damn shame we can't use some of 
that  brand new can of shaving cream and those new razors we just  got."

Shit, somebody has been rummaging through my backpack  already.

"Now you hold real still, because I wouldn't want to nick your pretty little  
head here." That's all I heard before I felt the blade of steel glided  
effortless over my scalp from back to front.  

"Heck, he's going to look just as young as the mayor's boy, when he's all  
prettied up." Another chorus of laughter filled the cool air, with me as the  
means to their  joy.

I could feel the hands gliding over my bare scalp, followed by several more 
pots  of water to rinse off any residue of hair and/or soap. I was almost in 
tears at  this point; and I think the men could see it plainly. I really didn't 
care at  this point if they saw me upset or not. By the language, sentence 
structure and  phrasing; I could at least be proud that I appeared to be better 
educated then  the ones currently surrounding my exposed  body.

"Now you just go on and close your eyes now, less you want to feel them 
sting."  My 'instructor' said with a demanding  voice.

Instantly I felt the bristles of his brush, as they swirled countless times 
over  each of my eyebrows. It was over before I could comprehend what he'd just 
 accomplished. The small group of men let go with a round of  applause.

My left arm was pulled horizontal to my torso, held by one of the men just by 
my  finger tips. After wetting my arm, soaping it down; all of the hair was 
removed,  even the tiny fragments and strands of hair on each of my fingers.  
The  same procedure was fastidiously performed on my right  arm.

"Clasp your hands behind your head 'queerboy', one of them said. To which I  
obeyed without  reservation.

My armpits were stripped of the few remaining vestiges of my manhood. The 
cool  air struck my exposed armpits and it was a strange yet nice  experience.

Unceremoniously I was actually picked up off the ground and hauled over to 
the  table; where they laid me down on my back. My arms were pulled over my head 
and  tied to the legs of the table; exposing my genital region to all of the 
men, and  prompting me to feel and to be totally humiliated, and  vulnerable.

One of the men leaned over me saying, "Well let's get on with it, I just 
can't  stand to see my 'woman' with a hairy chest."  A few minutes later my chest  
was a smooth as it had even been. The 'barber' was heard saying something 
about  having to strop his razor again; as another one of the men lifted up my 
right  leg and just like my arms, was shaved smooth front and back. After my 
other leg  was devoid of hair, they lifted my legs up towards my head, forcing me 
to bend  my knees. The soap and freshly honed razor made quick work of 
removing any and  all of the hair surrounding my rectum. The fear and humiliation 
combined to  intensify my feelings that the worse was yet to  come.

My legs were bound to the two remaining table legs and the horror and disgust 
of  losing the rest of my hair set in, like a clap of thunder on a clear blue 
sky  day. It just wasn't going to happen, it seemed  impossible.

I began to silently struggle against the leather bindings the moment the  
scissors began chomping away at my pubic hair. No matter how I tried, the  
scissors kept clipping away at every last vestige of my  manliness.

I must have been frightened beyond belief; because, just as the warm water 
was  poured over my private area, my bladder let go and the urine flowed 
unrestrained  until someone lifted up my penis and directed the stream towards my 
chest. The  outcry of laughter, I believe, was meant to further embed the act of 
humility  that much further into my  brain.

Humility seemed to be the key ingredient around here. I am supposed to learn, 
 behave and act as a humble person; regardless of appearance, negating all of 
my  life, to the present time and  place.

As one man was soaping the region, my instructor reminded me of the 
importance  of remaining perfectly still. A voice, yet heard, came up and perhaps just 
to  instill even more fear into me he made a simple, yet decisive statement by 
 saying, "there seems to be a counsel deadlock on whether the new girl keeps 
her  foreskin, so you have to wait until Carl gets back, as he's the only one 
left on  the counsel who can break the tie  vote."

Did I just hear what I thought I'd heard? They want to circumcise me? They 
must  be joking! This whole thing is nothing more than scare tactics of a group 
of men  out on a hunting and hiking expedition; trying to ward off any and all 
people  who hike into 'their area'.  Not to mention that the man used the 
name  Carl. I only knew of the one  Carl.

As stunned as I'd been by the mention of removing my foreskin, I failed to  
notice the stealth like manner which was used to shave my hair. When I did  
realize what was actually happening, the straight razor was already gliding over  
the stretched skin of my scrotum. It was all over; I was completely one 
hundred  percent hairless, bald, and smooth; much like that of a girl with the 
exception  of the  head.


"There  now baby girl, don't you feel better? Just think, you don't have to 
shave  yourself as long as you are a visitor here. You'll have your own 
personal barber  for such just occasions." The comment was made followed by 
thunderous applause  and  laughter.

"Yep just like I like my women, well... like the women I used to  fuck."
"Sure looks pretty don't  he?"
"I  can't wait to get my hands on her head while she sucks a good load out of 
my  nuts."

Those were just a few of the remarks these men made, while they seemed at 
peace  with themselves, running their calloused hands, over, around and on just 
about  every inch of exposed skin.  

"I wouldn't pay these guys a whole lot of attention right now if I was in 
your  position. They have more bark than bite, most of the time," my 'friendly'  
instructor was saying to me; as he was removing the bindings which had held my 
 limbs in place. "Now I want you to feel yourself, and notice just how smooth 
 your body has become. Someone will be shaving your face daily, and someone 
will  be shaving your body at the first sign of stubble; so see, you already 
have it  pretty darn  easy."

For fear of reprisal, I traced my hands over my chest and stomach, nearly  
retching over the idea of not having the one thing that all teenage boys strive  
to have. Five or more years, and now nothing; all gone in minutes.  

The next thing I know is that they are pulling me upwards, still on the table 
 and I'm told to assume the position. I hesitated just a fraction to long and 
 they all began yelling at me saying…"hands and knees", "hands and knees 
bitch  boy".

I clamored into the position and was attacked, yes attacked, by several of 
them  who apparently were wearing some sort of glove. It looked like and felt 
like  those gloves that one puts on and then washes his car. "You see", one of 
them  said; "just another perk you get as a visitor. You don't have to bath 
yourself  either. We get to do it for you and most of the time, unless it's 
freezing cold,  we all just love to wash our 'baby  boy'.

I was continuously amazed at the amount of humiliation these men were 
determined  to put me through. Whoever was washing between the cheeks of my butt 
seemed to  be taking his sweet time; either that, or I was really nasty dirty back 
there.  After copious amounts of water had been poured over me, I was kept on 
the table  so that my body could dry off, before trekking somewhere, unknown, 
for  dinner.

The sound, so unfamiliar to me until now, alerted the men that dinner was 
soon  to be served. "Come on guys, get cleaned up. The mayor has started the 
generator  and the news will be on soon. And, we can't forget that with a new 
visitor comes  an extra special meal. I wonder what the mayor has had cooked for 
us tonight?",  one of the men said in a rather festive  voice.

For a minute or two I was stymied as to the generator bit and the news; until 
I  figured out that they somehow got a television reception way up here on 
the  mountain, by using what is deemed an 'outdoor'  antenna.

With hands and faces all washed and clean, the men headed up to the 'dinning  
hall'. I was kept back for a few minutes, apparently as my guy had a couple 
of  pointers to give me before I was placed amongst the entire town of  men.

"Now listen and listen carefully. Don't get the wrong idea about all of the 
men  around here. Not all of them like doing what they have to do, but if they 
don't  they get kicked out of town. You see, some of them, if not most, are 
running  away from something or someone. They are safe up here as nobody dare 
come this  far up unless something really drastic happens… say a forest fire or 
something.  Hell if it weren't for the railroad coming through once a week, 
none of us would  have found it either. We come and we go by the whistle stop 
that the train makes  down the mountain, when they change lead locomotives. 
That's how we 'ship out'  the one or two 'visitors' we've had up here in the past. 
By the time somebody  finds them, all naked and battered those guys don't 
remember anything or their  to humiliated to tell the law what they've been 
through. So just mind your  manners and you won't find yourself tossed into an 
empty boxcar some day. It  isn't going to be easy for you, as there are a couple 
of really sadistic  bastards here and they'll try their damndest to make life 
miserable for you. Put  them together with one or two of the dominant gay guys 
and you have a recipe for  lots and lots of man to man sex, not to mention 
suffering and painful days and  nights. Just remember, not all of us like doing 
what we have to do; but we do it  just to  survive."

He didn't even ask if I'd understood what words he had just offered me. He  
simply took a deep breath and continued on, but in a more authoritarian  manner.

"Now when you get inside, and after I've closed the door; you'll see a long  
dining table, at which all the men are seated. The end closest to the door is  
always open; as the mayor never always anyone to sit there which is probably 
so  he can keep an eye on the door. Nonetheless, once inside, you are 
required, by  town law, to crawl under the table and starting on the left side of the 
table  you shall kiss the boot or the naked feet of each and every male 
sitting at the  table. You will kiss each foot regardless if it is clean, dirty or 
rancid  smelling. It is your way of thanking each of the men once a day for 
being so  kind and thoughtful towards you. The last feet you'll kiss are those of 
the  mayor. He may or may not reach under the table and pull your face into 
his  crotch area; where he might want your head to stay while he and the others 
eat  their dinner. So don't go getting any smart ass, city boy, ideas about 
trying  something stupid. The consequences of such actions will be swift and  
painful."

Jesus, now for the very first time I'm scared to death. This isn't some kind 
of  silly prank or joke. These guys mean business. Somehow I'm going to have 
to get  to my cellphone and call Ryan and he can alert the  authorities.

"After all of the men have eaten you'll be allowed to eat along with the 
mayor's  boy. Just so you'll know; the mayor's boy is really his boy. The kid ran 
away  from his mom and came running into his dad's arms about four years ago. 
And ever  since then the kid has done whatever his dad tells him today, or 
else he'll go  back to his mother. He's just seventeen but the way he looks 
without hair makes  him look more like ten or twelve. And if you aren't kept under 
the table, you  are to crawl over to the nearest corner and kneel there, hands 
behind your head  and looking down at the floor; so that the men can eyeball 
your body if they  have a mind to do  so."

That said, the leash was once again tied around my balls and I was led up the 
 steps, to what was the dining hall. Even before we arrived, I could hear the 
 voices of the men talking about me, the boy and Carl. Carl, it just couldn't 
be  the same one that I had met just two days  ago.

The door opened, I crawled in, the voices fell silent and then I heard the 
door  close behind me. I could feel every pair of eyes piercing my soul, waiting 
and  watching to see if indeed I would crawl under the table and perform the 
'act of  thanks'.

I really, at this point, had no other choice or option open to me. I crawled  
beneath the table and began the vile act of kissing another man's boot. I 
went  from my left to my right and back again, kissing each of their boots. At 
least I  was thankful that none of them had offered me a smelly foot or rancid 
sock to  kiss. I was full of fear by the time I reached the boots of the 
'mayor'; but I  kissed each of them and waited to see if he was going to move my  
head.

My wait wasn't long, as he used my ears as leverage and pulled my face right  
into his crotch. I felt defiled, debased, humiliated. How can any one man 
feel  as if he has a right to command such reverence? How can one man or even a 
few  men, have such a grip on the rest of these men, that they'll do anything 
asked  of them. What ever happened to their moral backbone and their own 
personal  convictions which enable anyone to just say  no?

In some ways I was beginning to understand their fears; as my own had taken a 
 firm grip upon myself. I could only hope that the nightmare would end  soon.
I  began to hear the rustle of forks and cutlery, as the men started to eat 
their  evening meal. I myself was more than hungry; starving to be more exact. 
They all  ate in silence; which I wasn't sure was the normal standard they 
went by or was  it because they were all waiting to see or what something from 
the  'mayor'.

One hand began to rub my head, going all over the top and sides until the 
hand  stopped over my mouth. I had my eyes closed, but I could feel the man's 
finger  poking at my mouth. I froze, in utter amazement that the man would have 
the  considered sticking his finger in my  mouth.

I could feel his body move, and then the warmth of his breath as he whispered 
in  my ear, "open up and suck on my offering, unless you desire a stern  
punishment."

I kept my lips sealed, not wanting any part of his vile, obscene desire. The  
next thing I knew was that he had now added another finger to the first one;  
pressing both of them firmly against my lips. Fear commanded my brain. I 
slowly  parted my lips as the fingers found their way into my mouth, even touching 
my  tongue. My body froze; as such a thing had never occurred before and I 
was  shocked by my involuntary movement. The fingers started thrusting in and 
out of  my mouth; continuously, seemingly waiting for me to begin to suckle  
them.

Afraid that a third finger would join the two, I slowly began to suck on the  
man's fingers. I suppose I should have been thankful, that he stopped pushing 
 them in and out. Another soft whisper came telling me to "work the tongue 
over  and around  them."

The only thing I could think of was that he must have some weird fetish about 
 getting his fingers sucked on; so being the only option, I did as the mayor  
ordered me to do. At least his fingers weren't dirty or purposely coated with 
 some nasty, disgusting substance. The only thing I was thankful for was that 
 none of the men could see the tears streaming down my  face.

The sound of the front door opening, created an air of surprise; but to the 
men  sitting around the table it was an expected occurrence. "Hey Carl, about 
time;  your dinner is getting  cold."

"Sorry about that," Carl said, "but I thought for a while that I might just 
have  another visitor lined up. You get the other one all settled  in?"

"Come see for yourself," the mayor  said.

"Jesus, you've already scraped him clean and you got him sucking your fingers 
 before I got a chance to greet him properly." Carl said, sounding  
astonished.

"Well, I'm just keeping him warm down there. You'll get your 'finders' fee 
after  you've eaten and got yourself all cleaned up." The mayor responded, yet 
sounded  disheartened.

"You can count on it," Carl quickly replied. "I couldn't even find a gay 
hiker  that wanted to give me a blowjob; so I guess I'll just have to break in the 
 straight kid. You guys come up with a name for it  yet?"

"No, not yet," someone else answered, "but we do have a situation that only 
you  can answer. There's a tie amongst the counsel as to whether it gets the 
foreskin  removed, so you have to break the  tie."

"Damn, you know; I never thought to look at its cock when he was pissing the  
first day. I suppose… well… I suppose we should remove it, unless you all 
want  to keep having to skin him back and scrub it every  day."

Upon hearing Carl say that, I froze like a block of ice; but not for long. 
The  mayor began thrusting his fingers deeper into my mouth which seemed to 
bring me  nearer to my gag reflex, so I quickly started  sucking.

I was the main topic of discussion for the next ten or fifteen minutes, among 
 the entire group. Carl seemed rather disheartened that they didn't wait for 
him  before shaving off my hair. I guess he liked to join in the festivities 
as much  as the next  man.

The mayor brought everyone back to silence with a simple wrapping of his 
glass  with a spoon. "Now, I want all of you to know that the new it, has 
graciously  and most generously donated a little over eleven hundred dollars to our  
community. I'm sure that each and every one of you, over the course of the next 
 day or so will find some special way of thanking the it for his heart felt  
contribution."

DONATED! Son of a bitch stole the money out of my wallet. Damn I bet he even  
went through it and even knows my name and address. I'm  screwed!

"And, gentlemen; the it has also given us a generous amount of air time on 
his  cellphone. So we'll be drawing numbers for anyone who desires to place a 
call,  and he has donated the entire contents of, including the backpack to our 
supply  of clothing for anyone in need of new clothes. They will be available 
for your  inspection tomorrow morning over in the supply cabin. That also 
includes a new  pair of Bean hiking  boots."

Now I am REALLY  screwed!

"I probably outta mention that the it has a brother down south. He placed a 
call  to him the first night we met. He even told me that this one brother is 
gay."  Carl abruptly informed the  group.
"GAY! Gay is he." The mayor responded. "I think I'll just have to have a bit 
of  fun with the brother. Boy, run fetch me that  phone!

"Sir, yes Sir," I heard the mayor's son reply, as the door shut as quick as 
it  had  opened.

"Well, I'm not sure just yet what to say to the it's brother; but I'm sure I 
can  come up with something rather clever don't you think,  Carl?"

"Certainly, one could arrive at such thoughts which would alleviate any undue 
 stress on him, freeing him from worry if he didn't hear from his brother. 
One  just might drop a few suggestive hints as to what the it is doing or might 
be  doing on it's vacation. The thought of one brother having such a wide and  
diverse amount of cock to please would surely bring a bit on contempt to the 
gay  brother. Being gay myself, I know that I'd have just a bit of jealousy 
flare up  if MY brother was on vacation sucking cock, getting fucked, playing in 
the  outhouse and all the other nice things we have planned for him. 
Afterall, we  don't get to many visitors up here and we sure don't want it going home 
thinking  that we weren't  hospitable."

Just then the door opened and the boy handed his father MY cellphone. The 
mayor  removed his fingers from my mouth and no sooner was I breathing and 
feeling  better, did Carl reach under the table and grab the leash; pulling me over 
to  his own lap. He pushed my head down into his smelly jeans and I thought 
that I'd  puke just from the stench of them. The stench of dried piss mixed with 
the waft  rising from his butt. It was easy to tell that even Carl's ass 
wasn't all that  clean.

I heard the chime of my phone, alerting me that the power had just been 
turned  on. The mayor, from the sound of it, was checking to see what the last 
number  dialed was. Carl, was more concerned at the moment, getting a finger into 
my  mouth.

Everyone fell silent, once again, and I just knew that my phone was really 
going  to be used to call Ryan. How on earth, am I ever going to explain all of 
this to  my brother? He's going to think nothing but the worst of me, caring 
little that  I've been snatched by this gang of misfits. Ryan, knowing him as I 
do, will  probably come to the conclusion that I've been nothing more than a 
closet  homosexual all these years. The whole world started to crumble around  
me.

"Yes, hell-o is this ah…Ryan? No, I'm a friend of your brothers. No, he's 
fine,  he just wanted me to call you and to let you know that he won't be calling 
you  to often while he's on his vacation. No, nothing like that. Well, I 
suppose I  can tell you bits and pieces of what I know, not a problem. Your 
brother has  made a few friends, well actually about ten or so, and he is going to 
be staying  with them for a bit. No, nothing like that; no drugs are involved. 
You see Ryan,  your brother is experiencing something that he never expected 
to experience; and  well… he wants to continue his experience. NO, he's not in 
trouble with the law.  Yes, something like that you might say; it doesn't 
involve sex right at the  moment, but rest assured your brother will get more 
involved in sex than he  could ever dream of. Well if I told you to much more, you 
might decide to call  the police and that would mean your brother might not 
just make it back home; or  at least not as soon as he could've. Yes, he's fine 
but busy right now. Well  Ryan… since you asked… he's sucking on something. 
No, not a cock, not yet  anyway.  Picture, how does one do that? With this 
phone? Never heard of  such a thing. He does? Well maybe tomorrow he can show me 
how to take his  picture, and then I'll be sure to send it to you, so you'll 
know he's just fine.  He'll be the one without any clothes on and no hair 
anywhere on his body. Who  me? Careful how you talk to me young man or else your 
brother may just have to  pay the consequence for your insubordination. No, 
nothing like that, yet. Maybe.  Well that's a possibility also, but depends on 
him. I can send you a photo of  him sucking his first cock or taking a stiff dick 
up his ass if you want. Ok,  then. Well I'll see about this picture thing in 
the morning and I'll be sure to  tell him what you said. Yep, nice talking to 
you too and I'm sure we'll be  talking more. Right, okay thanks for your time. 
Have a nice evening Ryan.  Bye."

God Almighty! What must my brother think now? I hope he doesn't go blabbing 
to  the rest of the family; they'll call the cops and I'll end up dead in some  
boxcar on a damn train for weeks. Maybe Ryan can work out some kind of deal 
with  these men and get me outta here. Maybe he is already thinking of a way to 
get me  some help. Maybe he's going to start driving up here and at least 
he'd be close  by. But for all he knows, I'm no where near where I told him I was 
 going.

"So what the boy say?" Blurted out one of the  men.

"Well, he's shocked that his brother has gotten himself mixed up with a bunch 
of  sadist. He said that he thought his brother had more sense than to fall 
for  something like that. The kid said he wanted a picture, so he knows that 
his  brother is okay; so tomorrow after breakfast we are going to take his 
picture on  this phone and send it to him. Not that I don't know how to do it, but 
I wanted  the boy to think I wasn't to smart. He did say something however 
that was rather  interesting. He said, and I'm quoting him, "he might not think 
sucking cock is  so bad, after he's sucked a  few."

Now I know my brother, and he DID NOT say that.  

"Boy turn on the television. It's about time for the state and local news." 
The  mayor barked at his  kid.

"This visitor needs to be eating soon, don't he?" Asked Carl. "I'm tired and  
need a good bath; so I figure before I take liberties with the visitor, I'd 
get  him to give me a nice hot bath. Then maybe him and me can get better  
acquainted."

Everybody started laughing, but it felt as if they were laughing at me, not  
'with'  Carl.
Carl  withdrew his finger from my mouth and stood up; pulling on my leash so 
I'd  follow him over to where the boy and I were to eat our meal. The whole 
room  watched Carl as he tied my wrist behind my back and shoved my face right 
down  into the plate of food. "Eat up bitch", was all Carl said and went back 
to his  chair to sip fresh coffee, eat homemade pie and watch the news on  t.v.

I paid no attention to what the television was saying; as I was so hungry and 
 only wanted to fill my stomach. The boy was sitting on his butt, right next 
to  me; eating with his hands. I felt as if he was there as sort of a 
'watchman';  catching every mouthful of food I lapped up, with his ever staring  eyes.

I didn't have a chance to hardly think, as no sooner that my plate was licked 
 clean; Carl came over and led me out of the mess hall. The sky had grown 
black  and the air had a certain dry chill; as I crawled obediently behind Carl. 
We  went passed the cabin that I was in earlier, thankfully; and behind yet 
another  cabin, to what appeared to be nothing more than a shed.  

Carl ignited a kerosene lantern and opened the door and tugged at me leash to 
 keep me close at hand. Inside the shed was nothing more than another wood 
stove,  huge pails of water and an old fashion bath tub. Carl immediately 
started the  fire in the stove; the crackling of the wood and the odor of the smoke 
seemed to  briefly distract whatever was to come.  

"Now let's get started." Carl said quite calmly. "Your job tonight is to make 
 sure that I have a nice warm bath and also you are expected to bath me; as 
I'm  responsible for your being here and this is my 'reward' so to speak. You 
needn't  worry about having enough hot water, as the mayor's boy will be 
fetching you  several more pails, as soon as the mess hall is cleared  out."

Fuck me! Now I'm supposed to bath a man? Something is really fucked up around 
 this place, I thought to  myself.

The wick on the lantern was turned up, and the glow from it gave me a much  
better sense of my surroundings. Carl tied my leash to one of the stubby legs 
on  the tub and released the binding on my wrists; reminding me, that to 
attempt an  escape would be futile not to mention painful upon my capture.  

He then told me that it was my responsibility to disrobe him. Now I'm no 
prude,  but to remove another man's clothes sure is leaning towards the gay side 
of  life. Not that I hadn't such sucked on his finger, but somewhere I was 
positive  that their charade would come to an  end.

My fingers trembled as I began to unbutton his shirt, exposing what was a  
massive chest of muscle. I wasn't one to visit a gym, but I ate right and felt  
good all the time; but this guy, when cleaned up, might just be calendar  
material.

I slid the shirt down his arms which revealed everything I'd seen the first 
time  we met. Somehow, being so close to him seemed more, how can I say… 
intimate. One  thing for sure, he did need a good bath. Not only did his clothes 
need a good  cleaning but the aroma of perspiration emitting from his armpits 
nearly consumed  my sense of smell.  He stood in silence, waiting and probably 
anticipating  the next article of clothing to be removed, after his boots and 
socks. My entire  body began to shake, as he sat down on the edge of the tub, 
just waiting for me  to slip the boots off. I don't know if it was me, or the 
wood stove; but I was  starting to really heat  up.

Carl stood up, after I'd removed his footwear; and placed his hands on his 
hips.  I stared directly into his eyes, silently pleading with him to put a stop 
to all  of this nonsense.  

"Don't be bashful, now's not the time for a guy in your position to think 
he's  above taking another man's pants off. Besides, it won't be the first time 
you've  seen my cock, now is it." Carl said, in a more soft and tender  voice.

There was a knock at the door and Carl hollered out 'ENTER', and the teenaged 
 boy came in carrying two large pails of water. He dumped the first two 
buckets  of water in the tub and after setting the last to on the stove he scurried 
off  to refill the others.  

"It's going to take him some time to get the tub half full, so we'll have 
plenty  of time to talk and get acquainted. I know you must have a million 
questions and  I can see in your eyes that you are always looking for a good time to 
run off.  If need be I can get one of the other guys to stay with us and 
he'll have a  pretty good sized leather strap to keep you in line, if that's what 
you  want."

I stood silent and Carl remained standing; anticipating the moment that I 
would  have to eventually unbuckle his belt and remove his  jeans.

"I don't know what they've told you already, but I can tell you that you'll 
be  with us for quite some time. We don't get many visitors up here; and the 
only  good sex I ever get is when I run across some gay dude who's walking the 
trails.  They always seem eager to suck on my big cock and swallow my man  
cream."

As Carl spoke, he slowly and carefully placed his hands over mine, and 
brought  them to his waist. The sensation of touching another man in such a manner 
seemed  not to be as distasteful as I had thought; and as I kept looking down 
at the two  pair of hands, Carl continued  speaking.

"I guess you might have noticed, but I'm going to tell you anyway; that 
nobody  around here talks to or even touches the mayor's kid. The boy knows his job 
 better than anybody and has the bruises to prove it. You really pissed the 
mayor  off when he discovered that you'd violated the only two rules which can 
and will  bring you a rather severe  punishment."

Carl slowly and methodically moved my hands over top of his belt buckle and  
continued.

"I'm not one for forcing anybody to do anything they don't want to do; but I  
won't play games either. We are going to work together, just you and me; and  
I'll do what I can to get you over a few of your homophobic fears. We are 
going  to take this night, nice and slow. I want to enjoy it, and you; and I'm 
thinking  that perhaps since your vacation plans have changed, you might just 
want to  experience something unlike anything you've ever done or  felt."

My hands seemed to respond to Carl's words; I knew that in order to keep Carl 
in  this rather subdued mood I needed to act soon. I slowly began to unbuckle 
his  belt, and then I reached for the zipper on his  jeans.

"Good boy, see that wasn't so bad now was it? Now don't get alarmed when the 
kid  keeps coming and going. He is used to seeing naked men, and is most 
intrigued,  I'm sure, by your presence. Now, take your time and ease the jeans down 
to my  feet and then remove them. Once you've got them off, I want you to 
kneel right  in front of me, so that you are eye level with my  cock."

The door slowly opened and another exchange of water was completed, and just  
like Carl said; the kid didn't stop for one  second.

I couldn't help but to feel Carl's skin as I slowly pulled his jeans down. I  
wasn't surprised that he hadn't been wearing any underwear. It seemed a stark 
 contrast between his body and mine, in so many ways. Even if I could have  
compared body hair, Carl would have easily won out. The hair from his navel to  
his feet was thick and dark, highlighting the tanned skin of his body. 
Indeed, I  really did look as white as a snow  flake.

"A lot of times we use this shed for a steam room when somebody gets a cold 
and  congested. When this place was in full use as a lumberjack camp, this shed 
was  full every night with some of the biggest and probably the meanest 
loggers in  the business. Now, since the paper companies moved out, there are 
several other  logging camps just like this, scattered all over the place. But this 
one is the  best, just because we have the railroad coming  by."

Carl continued speaking, and I continued listening; pretending that he hadn't 
 just gently pulled my head into his crotch. The pubic bush and the scent of  
sweat, caused an initial jerk reaction; but Carl's hands kept my head in 
place.  

"Tonight, just think about what the two of us are going to experience. You're 
 going to feel exhilarated by the time you return to the Pain Center. You're  
going to wish that this night never had to end. You're going to want to do 
this  over and over again; as it will be one of the few times and places where 
you can  act out your needs and desires. I have the next two days off from 
hiking and you  and I will spend some quality time together, not necessarily 
quantity time.  You're going to use this time to recuperate from each day's trails 
and  tribulations."

The door opened again, and the kid finished filling the tub, leaving two  
additional pails of water on the stove. I thought that the kid was going to  
leave, but instead he just knelt in front of the door; facing us and the  tub.

I could feel Carl's cock hardening and knew that my night was about to 
change;  change forever.

To Be Continued

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