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North Country  Chapter  Seven


I wasn't able to sleep at all; not having the opportunity to lay down. The 
few  minutes that I was able to doze off was always interrupted either by sounds 
from  one or more of the cabins or the man who was watching over me. I did 
find it  somewhat of a respite; having time to think about my parents and three  
brothers.

Reflecting back over the last several years, I can now understand my two 
older  brothers a lot more.  They'd always accused me of being nothing more than a 
 work-a-holic; telling that there really was a much bigger world out there 
than  just my work and home. I only watched an hour of television every evening 
and  spent most of my free time buried eyeballs deep in one of my hundreds of 
work  related books and publications. If it hadn't been for my diligence at 
soaking up  knowledge, I'd never would have progressed as rapidly as I had; all 
be it a  government  contract.

Now I find myself, smack dab in the middle of what all of my brothers called 
a  'bigger and brighter world'. Lacking the time and effort to put forth in  
acquiring the right girl for me; other than the occasional one that I brought  
home so I could drain my balls, my sex life was really pathetic. But here I 
am,  in the middle of fucking nowhere and I've been the recipient of my sex than 
I  care to mention. At this point I was willing to do just about anything 
just to  get a decent meal and a short rest. I began to think that everyone was 
using my  hunger and fatigue to their advantage. My balls ached constantly from 
the rope  tied around them and my nipples felt as if they had bricks hanging 
off the end  of each of them.  

One could say that all of my thoughts were nothing more than a mere attempt 
to  disguise my true feelings. I knew what lay ahead and I was struggling to 
think  about anything but  that.

At some point, in the earliest hours of the morning, the 'guard' was changed 
and  the new guy stoked both campfires up; as if wanting to light up the whole 
camp.  The thunderous roar and the crackling of firewood was accompanied by 
wave after  wave of warm, sometimes even hot, air. I watched, limited as I was, 
to see the  man start a couple large pots of coffee; in preparations for the 
rest of the  camp to wake from their slumber. He was joined soon after, by yet 
another man  who was carrying two coolers; which I presumed was food for the 
morning meal. I  watched as they talked and sometimes gestured in my 
direction. All through the  night, not a one of them had actually touched me, let alone 
approached  me.

Mother Nature's creatures were also quite notable as they began to stir as 
well.  Behind me I could hear the cracking of twigs as something or things were  
rustling around in the woods. Several birds were now cawing and chirping,  
announcing the start of a new day. The faintest of all indications that the sun  
was beginning to make an appearance on the horizon, was all that I needed for 
 the last reminder of the day ahead; as the aroma of the coffee began filling 
the  air.

One by one, the sleepy eyed men started to make their way down to the 
campfire  for warmth and hot coffee. The mayor and his boy, along with the town kid; 
were  the last to arrive. I guess nobody was supposed to start the cooking 
until the  mayor had arrived; but the sound, and smell of sizzling bacon began to 
saturate  the area which encompassed the three picnic tables. All of this 
didn't help the  hunger pains in my gut; as I watched the men and boys shovel the 
food into their  faces.

Once everyone was done eating, the kid from town came up to me, holding a 
plate  of food; consisting of the bacon, scrambled eggs and a single slice of 
bread  that looked as if he'd attempted to toast it over the open  flame.

He scooped up a small quantity of the food into his hand and offered it to 
me.  In the shape I was in, I didn't even have to think about how I was going to 
eat  the food. I eagerly, like a vulture, began to gnaw at the food until his 
hand  was completely void of food. I ate five or six handfuls of food before 
the plate  was empty; but the young man held the plate up to my face and 
ordered me to lick  the plate  clean.

Following the food, Vince came over and began spoon feeding me coffee from 
one  of the metal cups. Not that it wasn't good, but I was still adjusting to  
drinking it black; unlike the coffee I was accustomed to back home. The look on 
 Vince's face seemed to be telling me something, but I couldn't understand 
the  expression. Nobody was speaking to me or even about me, so once again I was 
left  in the dark as to what the next minutes would  bring.

Finally the mayor came over and untied the rope from the pet stake, that had  
been stretching my balls all night long; even removing the austere looking 
metal  which he'd put on my dick. I felt a sigh of relief the second that my 
nuts  weren't being tugged on and my dick was still  intact.

The one thing that I'd learned about this place is that it really is run like 
a  small town. The men all continued to have some sort of responsibility 
during the  majority of the daylight hours; thus, perhaps contributing to the 
limited  success of this  place.

Men started to scatter here and there, while two of them began removing me 
from  the post and discarding the two poles used to keep me spread out. I shook 
my  arms and legs, bringing back some sense of life to them. However, such 
freedom  was short lived, as one of the men, who was perhaps around my age and 
good  looking, took hold of the rope and started off; with me crawling behind 
rather  close as I didn't want the rope to yank on my already tender nutsack. 
The other  man walked close behind me, as if he was a second  guard.

I clambered up the three or four steps into one of the closest cabins, where 
I  was instructed to make the beds and sweep the floor. The man continued to 
hold  the rope the entire time; as it was by this means he could get me to work 
 faster, not to mention keep me from making another attempt at  escape.

Four cabins, total, I swept out and made the beds; before being taken behind 
the  last cabin where I instantly came in full view of the kennel. The dog 
began  jumping up and down on the fence, barking and growling; more constant, the 
 closer we got to him. By the time we got to the kennel's gate, the dog was  
showing prominent signs of being sexually aroused.  The man not holding my  
rope, slowly opened the gate and took hold of the dog by his collar and pulled  
him out of the kennel, away from me and this other guy.  

I was given a small shovel and ordered to clean up the dog's poop.  It was  a 
rather simple job; yet one which seemed to instill a since of submissiveness  
in me, not to mention the lonely feeling of becoming extremely  subservient.  
I then had to take the two large bowls out and get them  clean. There was a 
large tub, of sorts, behind one of the cabins which seemed to  be used as a 
sink; and it was another simple task to clean the two bowls. By the  time I'd 
gotten back to the kennel, I was directed to a large wooden keg, which  held 
fresh water; and it was from this keg that I obtained water for the dog. It  
seemed as if these men had made provisions for just about any scenario that  arose 
in their town.  

It was when I was being led in another direction that I noticed two of the 
men  and the mayor's son carrying pails of water, to separate locations 
throughout  the encampment. I knew that this part of the state had many underground 
springs  that seemed to surface naturally, with which nature always seems to 
have a good  use  for.

I witnessed two men doing laundry the old fashion way; in which a 'washboard' 
 was put to good use. The closer we got to the laundry detail, was when I 
noticed  all of my clothes; hanging on one of the two clotheslines, used for 
drying. It  was a sad moment, briefly; but I knew that I'd never get a chance to 
wear them  again, at least until these men had their fill of  me.

Now passed the last of the drying clothes, we came upon a small group of what 
I  could only assume were the traditional 'outhouses'. I was led up two 
steps, of  the one in the center and as the door opened, I got a whiff of the 
stench.  Unfortunately, I momentarily stopped and received a boot in my ass; as the 
man  holding the rope yanked on it simultaneously. He pulled me up, onto my 
feet; and  facing the 'seat' I noticed that it was cut out a little different 
than those  which I'd seen in photographs, as on either side of the hole there 
was what  looked to be a area of the wood that was notched out about the size 
of a  baseball.

I watched as the man lifted the seat, so that it rested against the back 
wall.  All of a sudden, the lower, bottom portion of the back side opened up. I 
could  see that the depth of the 'hole' was quite deep, as the sunlight filtered 
in.  Someone from the outside slid what appeared to be an iron grate over the 
hole;  thus covering the hole except for the small spaces between the iron  
slats.

The two men, who'd guarded me up till now, turned me around and began 
lowering  me, head first into the space between the seat and the grate. The man who 
had  been outside and down nearest the hole, grabbed my shoulders and pulled me 
 backwards, until my head was just outside of the wooden structure. 
Thankfully I  was inhaling more fresh air than stale, putrid  air.

I felt wood around my ankles, and it was at that precise moment that I chose 
to  rebel. I began swinging my arms, hitting the guy a few times; but being 
nearing  upside down I had no real chance of survival, as I quickly received a 
sharp pain  in my nuts from the rope which they had left  attached.

As I looked around I could not only see, but feel the rope dropping down from 
 above. Up above me, the wooden platform used as a seat had been secured in 
the  down position which firmly secured my two ankles in place; preventing me 
from  drawing my legs down into the hole with the rest of my  body.

The man standing by my head had quickly taken control of the rope and was  
pulling it straight up; attempting to gain control over my flailing arms, but  
directing my attention to the strain on my balls. It worked, and worked well; 
as  I quickly calmed down, my breathing out of  control.

He maintained his grip on the rope, while he used his feet to close the open  
parts of the small door around my neck and throat; thus trapping my head in  
between the two parts of the 'clean out' door, and my arms inside, next to my  
torso. I could only think of my current situation as nothing less than  
degrading.

Before leaving the outhouse, the two men took the opportunity to strike out  
abusively on the bottoms of my feet; deaf and oblivious to the screams and  
pleadings I was emitting from  below.

Just moments after they'd concluded their torture, the two men joined the 
third  man by my head; all took to laughing and name calling, which I was 
becoming  rather accustomed to by now. One of the three men, pulled a round disk out 
of  his pocket. It appeared to me, as if it was a large 'O' ring made from  
wood.

He knelt down behind my head and with one of his hands; he squeezed my jaw,  
causing me to open my mouth. Deftly, he inserted the O ring in my mouth, 
behind  my teeth, before he released his grip on my jaw. My jaw muscles quickly 
told me  that this was not going to be a pleasant experience; having my mouth 
open as it  was.

The three men sauntered off, as if all of this was just another day of 
'normal'  work. I lay there, captive, expecting the worst of the worst to begin at 
any  moment. Little did I know that the worst, for now, wasn't in the  cards.

For the longest time, I lay there all scrunched up waiting for one of these  
thugs to squat on the seat above my torso. I began to understand that they 
were  breaking not only spirit, but my will to  resist.

Finally I heard the rustling of footsteps and then unexpectedly saw one of 
the  men standing above my head. My eyes, once again drained of tears; watched 
at the  man unzipped himself, producing a rather large cock. I know it may 
sound silly,  not to mention sick; but as I looked at him stretching out his cock, 
I couldn't  help but to think and equate the enormity of his manmeat with the 
other night's  brutal rape. Unless there was a much bigger dick around camp, 
this guy was the  one who caused me great pain when my ass was raped by those 
six or seven  men.

I quickly put two and two together and realized what the hell was happening. 
My  face was now a target for the men's piss. One could say that my open mouth 
was  their intended target. I had expected this guy to unleash his piss at 
any  moment, but what happened sure hadn't even crossed my  mind.

The man got down and straddled my head between his knees and leaned forward,  
easing his cock into my mouth, through the wooden O ring. I had no choice, no 
 option, but to allow the man to ravage my mouth and throat with his cock. He 
 cared less if I was choking and gagging; perhaps he was even getting his 
cheap  thrill having me underneath his massive body, as he let loose with his 
piss.  There was no way in hell that I could swallow it, as fast as he was giving 
it to  me. Combined with my choking reflexes, a good deal of his piss ran out 
of my  mouth. All I knew was that he was up there, laughing his ass off, 
exalting his  authority over  me.

The cock was barely out of my mouth when I felt a flood of warm liquid 
cascading  all over my torso. Apparently there was another male up in the outhouse 
pissing  through the shitter  hole.

My day was spent like this, receiving piss from up above or directly over my  
face; with an occasional cock being rammed down my throat before 
relinquishing  its' warm, golden  fluids.

There was no escaping my torment or those who partook in it. I wasn't even 
fed a  noon meal. All I could do was to be thankful of the fact that no one 
individual  had used the outhouse to empty his bowels. It wasn't until I was 
released from  the building that I was to learn that the whole experience was to 
have been a  strong lesson for me on just what COULD have happened to  me.

I was caught off guard by seeing the kid from town still there, as they led 
me  through the center of camp, heading for the stream for my cleansing and 
bath. He  even followed behind the three men who were in charge of me this day. I 
thought  that by now he had gone back into town, but perhaps this was his day 
off. I  wasn't surprised, however, that he too was naked. Just thinking about 
last night  and what this young man did to me, seemed to raise my frustration 
level a notch  or  two.

My needs were tended to by the three men and the kid, who seemed to savor the 
 time he spent scrubbing my body clean. All things aside, I probably was the 
most  delighted of the group, as now all of the fowl smelling, dried piss had 
been  removed; and while I was in the stream I let go a long steady stream of 
my own  piss, which I'm sure contained some of the re-cycled piss as well. The 
only  thing I wasn't looking forward to, upon returning to camp, would be if 
they  hitched me back up to the post and put clamps on my  body.

The day had seemed to have already slipped away; as by the time we'd gotten 
back  to camp, the sun was behind the tree tops. Thank goodness that the 
campfires  were going and the warmth felt extra special. I was still in awe of just 
how  well these men worked together to keep this place going, not to mention 
avoiding  the host of hikers and  campers.

Once they'd gotten my to lay on top of the same table as the previous night, 
I  knew what to expect. There was nothing I could do about it, even if I had 
the  strength of Zeus. I succumbed to their wishes and desires for the last few 
days  and they hadn't killed or maimed me yet; which was something that I 
always  needed to keep in the back of my  mind.

After I was firmly fixed with the ropes, and my ass exposed along with my 
cock  and balls; I knew it was going to be another round of me getting fucked, 
gang  banged, daisy chained; what ever you want to call it, it is all the  same.

The men all ate outside, this night; which kinda scared me just a little. I  
wasn't sure of the reason for them eating outside, unless it was to be one of  
the last nights that were free of the nasty plague of 'black  flies'.

After they finished their meal, some hauled the plates, etc. off to get 
washed.  The mayor's son came over to me and sat down on the edge of the table 
right next  to my chest. It seemed odd, having him just sitting there, with a 
glaring stare  in his eyes. But just when I thought the worst was about to happen, 
he began  speaking to  me.

"You'll get fed later, but for now, dad wants you right where you're at. I 
gotta  tell ya, that the little stunt you pulled by running off was probably the 
 dumbest thing I've ever seen. Pop is really pissed at you and he doesn't  
normally cool down for at least two or three days, so just keep that in mind if  
you have any more stupid tricks you want to pull. I reckon you're still due a 
 good sized punishment for running off like you did.  

You're lucky that the train ain't due to come by till Friday, cause dad 
wanted  you on it pretty fucking quick. He said you might be smart in what you did 
back  in your old world but up here, he thinks you're quite the fuckup. He 
can't quite  figure you out just yet, but he's getting pretty close. You are 
quiet most  times, nasty loud when you want to be; which is what dad really likes, 
BUT it  seems that perhaps you might not understand what has and what is 
going to happen  with  you.

I think you know by now, that you ain't ever going to be fucking no girl 
pussy  anytime soon. In fact, you are going to be sucking cock tonight. You are 
going  to suck all of our dicks until we can't get hard no more. Then after 
that, you  are going to suffer like never  before.

I didn't like it much when I ran off from home and my mom, and made my way up 
 here to live with my dad. Hell, I never had sex before I came here and it 
took  me months before I could take a dick up my ass or down my throat. Given 
enough  time and cock, you'll get to liking it a lot better  too.

But, I told dad that I think you ain't nothing more than some kind of geek or 
 nerd; that don't know a good thing when he sees it. So, you see, once you 
get  used to men like us, you won't have a need for a  skank."

I couldn't believe my own ears. Here's a teen aged boy tell me, that I'm an  
introvert. Do I really come off as one? And what about him talking all this 
sex  talk? Kids his age should be thinking about and talking about sports and  
computers.  I couldn't help but to once again think about Ryan. What was  his 
first sexual experience like? Did he have some of the same feelings and  
thoughts that I've been having lately?  And, just how old was he when he  started 
having sex? At least I was smart enough to wait until I was out of high  school 
and half way through my freshman college year. But, I won't go into the  
details that made my first time a living nightmare. I still blame myself, for  it, 
and all subsequent failures with girls. Don't forget, I'm the guy who could  
hardly get a girl to suck my cock, let alone allow me to pump my seed down her  
throat.

The few simple sentences from the kid, and I was already beginning to doubt 
my  own sexuality. I didn't want to dwell on it, but for some reason it stuck 
in my  head for quite some time; as once again I found myself fixed to his  
voice.

"Last year around this time, dad had a guy about your age and before the cold 
 weather set in dad was able to sell him off to some rich black guy over in  
northern Africa somewhere. Over there, slaves ain't looked upon as a bad 
thing,  like they are here in the states and besides; them guys pay good money for 
a  slave like you. That's how we get money for food and stuff that we need, so 
the  guys don't have to go into town and steal everything. You know the store 
owner  in town, where you first saw me? Well, don't be fooled by him. He's 
the one who  has this wicked cool computer and chats to them guys about slaves 
and all. I'd  be willing to bet that your picture is already over there so them 
black guys can  jack off to your lily white ass. It won't be but a month and 
if they want you,  they'll send for you. You get to fly there just like a 
fucking animal; in a  cage, muzzled, hogtied and all drugged up. But then dad 
seems to have a fancy  for letting these men have first choice at your ass, so 
if'n they want to take  you with them when they leave, well; so be it. They 
always come back in the  spring with a new boy to train, so it's a win, win  
situation."

Needless to say, I was astonished at what information this kid was freely  
dispensing. I wanted him to keep talking; not just because he was telling me  
information that might be of some use, but it also kept my mind occupied. I  
waited for him to start speaking again, but instead he seemed instantly detached  
from continuing his one sided conversation.  

He quickly began to maneuver his body, with his genitals right above my head 
and  his head directly over my cock and balls. With one hand he began to 
fondle my  nuts, in the most sensuous fashion; as he lowered his balls to my lips. 
I  ignored his advances momentarily; until his moist lips engulfed my rapidly  
inflating dick. He lowered himself to the point where I found myself 
eventually  able to get both of his large, youthful nuts into my mouth. I gently 
sucked on  the stubbly sac for a few minutes until he raised his hips. Then, I 
found myself  with his cock brushing across my mouth and once again discovered how 
easy it was  for me to accept the  inevitable.

The kid shot rope after rope of his young manseed into my mouth, long before 
I  had the slightest urge to drain my own balls. It was over in a matter of a 
few  minutes and it left me wanting his lips on my cock even more now than  
before.

As he dismounted the table he placed his lips to mine, and forced his tongue  
into my mouth; apparently wanting a taste of his own sperm. A few flicks of 
his  tongue and he simply walked away without saying a single  word.

His lips were the only ones that tasted my cock this night; as the remainder 
of  the night was spent sucking every cock in the camp, including the massive  
manstick of the rapist. There were only a couple of the men who seemed 
satisfied  with a normal blowjob, where the majority of them felt like they had 
something  to prove to themselves and the others, that the best blowjob was 
obtained by  fucking the mouth and throat with vengeance. I couldn't begin to count 
the times  that they made me choke and gag; but when it was all over with, my 
throat was as  sore, as if I'd had a tonsillectomy.  

I overheard the kid from town saying something to the mayor, and then I saw 
him  walk past me; apparently leaving for the night. The mayor now stood 
between my  bent knees and began wrapping my balls once again; this time separating 
them  with several additional wraps of the leather cord. He stared directly 
into my  eyes, as he simply said, "You're day is not yet over, but you should be 
thankful  that you still have your foreskin and that you didn't experience 
the true  meaning and use of a slave in the outhouse. So you need to be thanking 
all of  your friends here for affording you a nice afternoon and a most 
excellent  evening."

I was quickly released from the table, and I knew what my proper position 
should  be; so I assumed it rather quickly. One by one each man came to me, and I 
bent  forward and kissed their covered feet. By the time I returned to the 
upright  position, each man had his cock pulled out of his jeans and I was then 
ordered  to thank each cock for their supply of cum. Dutifully, yet fearing 
another  shower of piss, I kissed the tip of each man's cock including the 
mayor's and  his son. Of all the cocks I kissed, the mayor's boy was the only one 
that was as  stiff as a flag  pole.

Finally, the boy brought my meal to me. It was kept warm by the fire and it 
was,  as usual, quite good and most tasty. From my earlier experience, I knew 
that it  was expected that I clean my own plate, so I made sure to lick every 
last morsel  off; before the plate was taken away. At least the boot and cock 
kissing,  coupled with me licking my plate clean should count for something. 
But, other  than the men toiling away during the day, there seemed no rhyme or 
reason to the  way they had me performing like their personal human toy. Every 
day was some how  different, re-tracing things from the previous day and being 
told to do  something new the next day. It was all adding up, somehow, to 
help them get me  better trained as their personal sex slave or a slave to  
another.

I knew by the action of the men, that something was still yet to come and it  
soon reared its ugly head; as I was finally led by a rope from my collar back 
to  the 'Pain  Center'.

I suppose that I shouldn't have expected anything less, than to have all of 
the  men follow me into the cabin. No sooner had the mayor gotten me over to my 
cell;  he had me stand erect, up against the front. I was actually pressing 
myself up  against the cell door, as Vince and Carl quickly tied my arms and 
legs to the  cell. They looped the rope from my collar around two of the upright 
pieces,  which now held my face firmly planted against the wooden  cell.

>From behind me, someone took hold of my cock and balls, looping a rope around 
 them both and pulling them back behind my legs until I began to yelp and 
scream.  Then the mayor, in the most serious of voices began  speaking.

"Your failed attempt of escape, has caused the entire camp to be disrupted 
for  almost two days and for that you shall receive twenty lashes from the  
whip."

Instantly coming to mind was everything that had happened in the wee hours of 
 this morning. I thought such degradation and de-humanizing was my punishment 
for  escaping; but now, if I just heard right, I'd sentenced to twenty  
lashes.

I didn't have time to think of anything else as the first strike landed 
squarely  on the upper part of my shoulders. The entire group of men spoke in 
unison,  "ONE"; and so it continued, with me screaming and begging like a little 
kid  getting a spanking. Some where right after I'd heard "TWELVE", I almost 
blacked  out, but a quick splash of cold water on my welted back, brought me back 
to  reality.

The men seemed to take pleasure in watching another human being getting 
severely  punished; almost as if it was a normal thing around here. With only two 
more  lashes remaining, I knew that I just had to pull myself together. 
Unbeknownst to  me, the last two swings of the whip were destined to land on my cock 
and balls.  

When I regained consciousness, I was in my cell, face down on the floor with 
my  arms and legs tied firmly to the sides of the cell; leaving me in a spread 
 eagled position. My cock felt as if it were still on fire and my back felt 
like  it had just suffered a severe case of sunburn. Only a faint light shone 
in the  cabin, so I knew that everyone had gone their own way; except perhaps 
for Vince  who must be asleep in his own bed. It wasn't cold in the cabin, so I 
knew that I  hadn't been out of it for to long a period, unless Vince had 
stayed up longer to  keep a watch over me, feeding the fire in the stove as time 
went on. Thankfully  I was able to fall asleep, which allowed not only my body 
to begin to heal, but  it also gave my mind a break from the whirlwind of 
emotions I'd been put  through.

I felt like a hundred years old when I was woken up. My body was stiff from 
the  neck down, and my skin felt as if it had just been attacked by an ocean of 
jelly  fish. Vince took no chances that I'd take off again, as he made sure 
the rope  which had remained wrapped around my balls and cock was securely tied 
off to my  cell; before he removed the ropes from my  limbs.

As I rubbed the stiffness out of my body, Vince handed me a mug of coffee 
which  seemed to be a nice gesture on his part; considering that two days ago I'd 
 decked him. In short order the cabin door swung open and one of the men 
brought  in two plates, which apparently held our breakfast. Behind him came 
another man,  carrying two more plates heaped with food. The three men sat around 
the small  table and ate, as I used my fingers to scoop food into my mouth. I 
think it was  the very first time that I'd ever tasted pure Maine maple syrup, 
and it was just  one of those times, that in a different world I would have 
asked for more  pancakes, syrup and  sausage.

The conversation of the three men was easy on the ears; as I listened 
intently  trying to learn everything and anything I could. The three men had 
apparently  informed the mayor earlier this morning of their intent to travel to the 
coast  and find work on one of the many dozens of lobster boats. It appears 
that they  need the cash for some sort of legal trouble they were in. They were 
trying to  coax Vince into going with them, as they were all getting familiar 
with him  being gay and felt the need to have their own cocksucker available at 
all times,  not to mention his abilities to cook and clean. Vince was excited 
about the  offer, but sadly turned it  down.

The men abandoned their plight, and decided it was time to get busy with 
their  chores. Chores, which meant that I was to be their target project for the  
morning. Much like yesterday, I worked in the cabins and cleaned the kennel 
for  most of the next two hours.  

I was astonished that when it came time for the mayor and two others to head  
into town, I was summoned to ride in the back of the truck. I had felt more 
than  certain that the guys would have me laying in the pit again but I should 
have  known by now, that my needs would always be  changing.

On this trip, I was the only rider in the back of the truck. The odd thing 
about  this ride was that they didn't stop to toss a blanket over me. We made 
our way  into town, taking what appeared to be a back way, until we arrived at 
Campers'  Korner.

There weren't any other vehicles parked out front, nor were there any people  
walking around; at least not to close by. My humiliation lesson was in full  
swing when the store owner came out and began talking to the mayor. There were 
a  couple of occasions when the conversation brought out a chuckle or two. 
Then the  store owner came over to the truck and jumped up into the back of it; 
standing  tall over my naked form. I had been totally oblivious to the fact 
that he held a  camcorder in his left hand; but was soon confronted with it as 
he began filming.  

It became obvious, FINALLY, that the reason for not many towns folk being 
around  when the mayor came to town was simple; they were all afraid of him. They 
had to  be smarter than me; and none of them desired to find out for 
themselves if  rumors of sexual slavery existed on the other side of the  tracks.

The camera seemed to be filming me from the top of my head to the tips of my  
toes. My legs were even pulled further apart and the camera got right up in  
front of my cock and balls; before the man began filming a prolonged session 
of  my rectum. I watched in a semi-erect state as he inserted a single finger 
into  my ass as he filmed the process. I couldn't believe that all this was 
happening;  especially getting finger fucked on Main Street. And of course, the 
guy couldn't  let my bound and tightly secured nuts alone either; as he found 
it amusing to  squeeze the life out of them while he filmed the agonizing 
expression which  flooded over my face.  

No sooner had he shut the camera off, the man turned to the mayor saying "if 
we  can get enough overseas bidders on this good looking slave, I'm thinking 
that  the price will escalate to unheard of  heights."

In reply, the mayor wanted to convey his own thoughts; "well should I decide 
to  sell him, like the last two, you'll get your standard ten percent fee for 
use of  your computer and camera but nothing more. I'm not so sure I want to 
sell this  one. There is something about his defiance that intrigues me. If he 
had the  proper setting and instructors he could be one of the finest sex 
slaves in the  world. Then you see, his selling price would even be that much more 
lucrative.  Just because the African well to do folks like to have lily white 
boys to fuck,  doesn't mean that they will properly take care of him either. 
I've read where  some of the boys over there have died from being severely 
punished. It's hard  enough to get these boys to disappear from America without a 
trace, and I  wouldn't want to see them end up buried under a ton of fucking 
camel shit in  some God forsaken nation that brutalizes  slaves."

"What the fuck should you care what happens to these cocksuckers?" , shouted 
the  store  owner.

"Careful what you say there, pal; I might just decide to keep your son as a  
slave instead of treat him like one of the family. After all we've done for 
him  which includes his stay with us last night and letting him fulfill a dream 
of  his by allowing him to play with this slave boy," the mayor said; as he 
pushed  the store owner aside and went into the store to get himself a cup of  
coffee.

I watched, with interest, as the owner followed the mayor into the store. I  
could hear the sound of their voices but couldn't make out what they were  
yelling about; but, I could easily see them pointing fingers at one another  
through the big front window; as I slowly, unnoticeably, pulled my legs together  
just in the slightest case that someone would walk past the truck. The other 
two  men looked at each other and one of them suggested that they get into the 
store  before a fight  started.

I sat in silence, forgetting about the men inside the store; as there was  
nothing I could do or say that would have any effect on the outcome of their  
minor  disturbance.

If I had heard properly, the kid from the grocery store is the son of this 
guy.  I couldn't help but to think that there was a connection between the two 
men and  their two sons. Something odd, yet interesting about this whole 
situation; but  once again I found myself thinking about things that I had no say in 
or control  of.

Time seemed to elude me, as I reverted to thinking about my past life. The 
years  of college, the hours of study; followed by several good, long and hard, 
years  working all seemed a distant memory. My vacation, turned into a life 
changing  week; of sucking cock, drinking piss, licking rectums and being made 
to look  like a bald headed geek were just a few of the many extreme changes 
now in my  life. Every part of every day has been structured around teaching, 
training and  punishments. If I could think of anything else, I wouldn't be 
currently thinking  about becoming a slave to some rich guy in a foreign country. 
If I couldn't  escape my fate; I had to come up with some way to impress the 
mayor so much,  that he wouldn't sell me off. Hopefully, I would have enough 
time to think of  something.

One of the men came out of the store and handed me a mug of coffee, telling 
me  that it appeared to him, that the mayor would be a while longer. I sipped 
the  coffee and it tasted bitter; really bitter for coffee to taste. Another 
sip and  I realized that the coffee had been combined with a good amount of 
piss. I  didn't seem to hesitate, as I continued to drink. I noticed the men 
looking out  the window at me, apparently thinking that I would have set the mug 
down, then I  watched as the men disappeared from standing around the woodstove; 
which really  meant that I was out here all alone, for anyone to  see.

Minutes passed, as I waited anxiously for the men to return and head back to  
camp. Finally after about half an hour the trio of men emerged from the store 
 and loaded into the front of the truck and we were soon headed back to camp; 
 with only one small cardboard box having been tossed into the truck with me. 
But  the time alone had given me some time to think about my own situation; 
how much  I disliked some things and how much I liked others.  What seemed odd, 
 perhaps silly, were the things I seemed to like now, would have made me sick 
to  my stomach just two weeks earlier in my former life.

To Be  Continued...


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