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North Country Chapter  Ten


The laughter and festive mood seemed to crescendo after dinner. Since there 
were  hands pawing at me, I was most confident that hands were also doing the 
same  with the other two, soon to be slaves. They even had the old lady 
laughing, but  her laugh sounded more like a screeching wheel on a locomotive.  

"Well now that we've had a fine meal, and the three 'boys' are awaiting their 
 'masters', may I suggest that we tie up any loose ends, so to speak; as it 
has  been a long day for all of us", the mayor said in a rather jovial  tone.

I could feel, and hear the roar of the campfire as it was fed an ample supply 
of  hardwood. I'd never complain about being to hot up here in the woods, as 
the  nights were still cool, but not yet into those early fall  temperatures.

I heard the lady saying something to her limo driver, "Now that I've 
purchased  the 'boy' why don't you impale him on your  penis?"

For all I knew, and because of the way things had been going around here, I  
wasn't sure exactly which 'boy' she was referring to. I sort of braced myself  
for his cock. Fortunate, lucky or whatever you think the proper word might 
be; I  wasn't the recipient of the  cock.

>From the direction the sounds were coming from, it was all but evident that 
the  teenager was the intended recipient of the man's shaft and seed. I was 
quite  surprised to hear the young man screaming out for the pain to stop; so 
either  the teen wasn't all that accustomed to getting fucked or the cock was of 
immense  size.

I was totally caught off guard by the subsequent sounds of the other new 
slave  as he apparently was receiving something other than a cock. From the 
occasional  snap and crack I heard, one can only think that the slave was getting a 
whip or  belt treatment on his  flesh.

With the other two slaves being attended to, it only remained a matter of  
minutes before I was visited by my new owners. True to his word, the mayor had  
seen to it that I was to be taken away by the last man that had arrived. I 
began  to wonder if there wasn't some sort of inner connection between the two 
men;  just from the way the mayor had spoken to him prior to their  dinner.

Thankfully, I wasn't ravaged by a cock (yet) but I was 'treated' as the man 
put  it; to his cock, but only after I bathed his hairy balls with my tongue.   
His scent was powerful, but the smell of his clothing was more than  
overpowering. He must be wearing leather pants, as even I had one or two  articles of 
clothing made from leather; so I would know what the smell was like.  He also 
wasn't wearing anything under his pants; as I didn't feel or have the  sense 
that he'd been wearing any; least not supporting his cock and balls as  they 
seemed to be hanging rather freely. He seemed to be one of only a few men  who 
for whatever reason didn't force my head down onto his shaft, nor did he  take 
delight by holding my ears like some of the men at camp had done. His cock  
was the cleanest that I'd had in my mouth since my capture, except that of the  
grocery store clerk. His semen tasted tangy and sweet as rope after rope of 
his  man seed hit the back of my  mouth.

Only when the air quieted down and the sexual atmosphere seemed to have 
subsided  did my new owner decide to remove my blindfold. I had to take a minute to 
allow  my eyes to adjust to the low level of light and the people mulling 
around.  

My immediate attention was to my left, where I saw the teen on his hands and  
knees; bound similar to me and was now being face fucked by the man which the 
 lady had called her  'driver'.

The lady was standing on the far side of the 'boy' which allowed me to 
observe  the activities on the table unobstructed. From where I was, it looked as if 
they  had made a hasty attempt at shaving the boys head, but stubble was 
clearly  visible. I could see what appeared to be a plastic jug beneath the boy, 
with his  dick firmly inserted into the top opening; apparently allowing the 
'boy' to piss  if he had the need, without causing any mess atop the table. 
There was no sign  of the mayor or any of the other men anywhere near the lady and 
her new  acquisition.  

Since my blindfold had been removed, I still had no clue as to who belonged 
to  the deep, articulate voice that had done my inspection. As dumb as it may 
sound,  I thought for sure that the man would have been the first thing that my 
eyes  would have focused on.  

I turned my head in the opposite direction only to discover that a naked male 
 was strapped firmly to the pole. I had to blink my eyes, not at first 
believing  as to who the male was. It was Vince, and the front of his masculine body 
was  ablaze with red stripes and welts. His mouth had been stuffed with his 
own  skivvies, thus preventing most of his screams from escaping. The hair that 
used  to flow off of his head appeared to have been brutally hacked off; 
leaving  chunks atop his head, making him appear even more pathetic. I made 
contact with  his eyes and could see the look of total defeat in them. It appeared 
that the  majority of the men were gathered around him, and not the younger 
male. There  were two men standing with their backs towards me, which left the 
only  reasonable conclusion that THEY were my 'owners'.  I continued watching 
and  noticed that the men were urinating on Vince which was something I'd never  
expected them to do to one of their own. I guess when it comes down to supply 
 and demand, combined with a huge dollar amount; that nothing is  
unobtainable.

I hadn't, until just now, realized that my own dick had hardened; and I 
wasn't  the least bit embarrassed or ashamed. I closed my eyes, thinking of just 
how the  teenager must be feeling about now; with a cock in his mouth and the 
lady  stroking his own erection with one hand, while working a finger into his 
ass. I  knew the degree of responsibility of the sucker, not to waste any 
manseed or  piss and briefly had traded places with the 'boy'. The taste of sperm 
filled my  brain cells which caused me to rock slowly back and forth, wishing 
that it was  me who was sucking that one particular  cock.

A loud groan sent my head back in the direction of Vince, as I saw the two 
men  working to get a thick rope around Vince's cock and balls and a separate 
rope  tied around his neck, to be used as a leash. Carefully, Vince was released 
from  the pole and had his arms shoved way up behind his back; where his 
hands were  quickly attached to the rope around his neck. I noticed that the two 
men were  not at all considerate of Vince as they verbally abused him while 
they pulled  him  forward.

Vince stopped right in front of me; where I could see the red marks and I 
even  noticed a number of welts which ran across his chest just below his 
nipples.  There are just no amount of words which can describe the expression on his 
face,  but hopeless and helpless come to mind pretty damn  quick.

I had been so captivated by Vince, that I never did pay attention to the  
remaining two men; who were now apparently standing somewhere behind me; as one  
of the men in control of Vince began speaking. "Thank you for the wonderful 
meal  and I hope that we can do some business next year", said the man with the  
southern accent. "We need to be heading back to town so we can get this meat  
cleaned up and looking presentable. I'm not sure how we'll get him into the  
lodge but we'll find a way. I don't think we'll have to much trouble with him, 
 at least not for tonight, but if need be we have something to sedate the 
slave.  Can we call you in the morning before we  leave?"

The mayor politely responded, "We normally go into town every day, so if you  
like, we can stop and say good-bye if you like. OH, and if you tell the man 
at  the front desk that you have a 'package' you need to bring in, he'll get 
the  back door opened up for you, so all you have to do is turn right and take 
the  stairs up. If you have a problem, just give me a  call."

I watched as the men shook hands and began pulling Vince behind them. One 
final  look back, and I knew that I'd never see him again; which in some ways 
saddened  me.

The mayor and the older lady had begun talking, and I could tell that he 
really  didn't want the responsibility of shipping her new purchase. After 
convincing  her that the limo driver could handle the slave, they began removing the 
binding  from the slave and eased him off of the  table.

The young man finally broke down and began pleading with his father to take 
him  back. There wasn't even a hug, as the father turned and walked down the 
pathway  to his vehicle.  
The mayor  and one of the men assisted the limo driver with securing some 
rope around the  boy's neck, hands and feet; before he too began his last trek 
from the  encampment. The lady was right behind her new purchase, one hand on 
the boy's  butt, the other was rubbing her own breast.  

As the trio went out of sight, it instantly dawned on me that I was the last  
remaining 'boy'. There was a silence about the camp that seemed strange, yet  
mellow, and calming; as the mayor and his boy approached me for what was to 
be  their last  time.

"You've learned well, and I expect you to make us proud. Be courteous and  
respectful to your new masters and they in turn shall treat you as a slave  
should be treated. Never doubt your ability as a slave. You have it all inside  of 
you and your masters will bring it all to the surface, slowly and  
methodically. So take care and one day perhaps we shall come a visit  you."

The mayor stepped aside, leaving his son in my direct line of sight; as I  
watched him one last time exposed his youthful cock to my lips. "Kiss my cock  
good-bye slave. Always remember this cock; it was one of your very first that  
left something special in your stomach and I'm sure that it will do the same  
thing the very next time you see  it."

His cock touched my lips, and I kissed it; but oddly enough what I really 
wanted  to do was suck it. He pulled back and stuffed it back inside his jeans 
and that  was to be the last time I'd see it, for quite some  time.

I felt a finger slide into my rectum and I stiffened up, as it was 
unexpected.  Then I saw for the first time, the man who had purchased me. He was very 
tall  and was wearing leather pants and a leather vest; which did little to 
cover his  bare chest. From what I could see, he was solid muscle and had very 
little body  hair. Every hair on his head was combed perfectly and his teeth were 
sparkling  white. If I'd been able to see his feet, I'm sure that his shoes 
or boots would  have shone like the  moon.

I dawned on me that if this man, my owner, was standing in front of me; then 
my  assumption must have been correct that there was yet another man I hadn't 
seen  yet as well, as a finger was still up inside my ass, twisting and  
turning.

In the depth of total silence, the man began to speak. "Welcome boy to your 
new  life as our slave. I hope that they've taught you at least a few bits and 
pieces  of slave etiquette, but if not, I'm sure that by the time we reach our 
 destination you will have learned quite a bit. You will only refer to me as  
Master, or Master Troy and you will only refer to your other master as Master 
or  Master Jeb. You are not allowed to speak, unless required to do so; and 
that's  all I'll say for now. Do you understand  slave?"

"Sir, yes Sir!" I promptly  replied.
Lightning struck the side of my face and ass at the same  time.

"It seems that you are a slow fucking learner boy." Called out the man, 
Master  Jeb, from behind me. What the fuck did I say wrong? I answered him  
properly.

"Did I say it was proper to use the word SIR!" this Master Troy bellowed into 
my  face. "You only use that word when speaking to another male, but one who 
is NOT  your master!"  

"Yes, master" came my response and again another slap onto my face and  ass.

"Damn you slave! Did I ask it to speak? NO! Did I ask it to be a smart ass? 
NO!  ". Master Troy once again shouted; sending flecks of spit onto my reddened 
face;  as the finger up my ass turned into two fingers, twisting and pulling 
at my anal  opening with relentless vigor. "This is going to take longer than 
I had hoped  for, but at least it will bring days and weeks of enjoyment and  
pleasure."

Several quick and concise sentences where exchanged between my two masters 
and  the fingers were extracted from my ass; and presented to my mouth for 
cleaning.  I was startled by the close resemblance of my two masters. Master Jeb 
looked  almost like a mirror image of Master Troy; but a few years younger, 
around my  age or a year younger than me. There wasn't anything covering his 
chest, except  for a small nipple ring in his right tit. He, like the other, had 
very little  chest hair. They had the same facial features, which any female 
would find  herself enamored with, but as fortune would have it; I was the 
beneficiary of  their good  looks.

They went right to work removing my bonds and even removed the rope around my 
 balls; which was of great relief and satisfaction to me. These men could not 
be  all that bad if they went ahead and freed my nuts as they did. It felt 
great to  have them free once again, able to breath and move without being  
constricted.

I was ordered off of the table, and told to stand; which I did and I even  
remembered that I wasn't supposed to look at them, so therefore I must have  
earned a point or two in my favor. I could now see that Master Jeb was wearing  
jeans; unlike his counterpart. But in my mind, I was still thinking that they  
were  related.

Master Troy moved in from behind and took a firm grip of my nuts, and quickly 
 wrapped the scrotum in some kind of a blue Velcro band. In the front, Master 
Jeb  was attaching  a piece of wire to the blue band and had some sort of  
control stick in the palm of his hand. "With this little device, we won't need  
to bind him all up, at least until we get to our vehicle", Master Troy said;  
smiling to the mayor and all who had now gathered to witness my departure.  

As I was dropping to my knees, in excruciating pain, Master Jeb announced to 
the  group that he'd just delivered a 'healthy jolt' of electricity to my 
nuts.  Everyone, but me, seemed to think it quite  humorous.

"I suppose we could shove its butt plug in now, but perhaps we should allow 
it  to have a last fling of freedom with its ass; You know what they say about  
slaves…'A happy slave is a plugged slave'." Blurted out Master  Jeb.

I was clamoring to stand back up, while my masters were offering their 
farewells  to all of the other males at camp. Once I had risen to my feet, I caught 
one  final glimpse of the mayor's son, as he gently stroked his erection 
through the  fabric of his  jeans.

"Thanks again for everything, and if you have any problems with the vehicle 
you  know you can call any time", Master Troy called out as they led me away 
from the  camp.  

"See you real soon slave!" Shouted the teenager. "I'll be saving a big load 
of  my seed just for your fucking  ass."

The air instantly got colder as we left the campsite. I could only follow 
behind  the masters and hoped that I didn't step on anything which might injure 
my feet;  as they were the ones with the flashlight, not  me.

Just as we walked past the camp pickup, I saw my car sitting there. I 
couldn't  understand how they knew where it was, until I remembered the short comment 
the  mayor had made about the desk clerk who worked nights back at the lodge. 
 Obviously, I wasn't going to be driving it back home, any time  soon.

We walked for some distance, towards the road before coming to their own  
vehicle. In the dark it was difficult to tell exactly what kind it was; but for  
all intent and purpose you could say it looked almost like one of those 
vehicles  the government uses, black, with tinted windows and always highly  
polished.

As soon as the rear door opened, the interior lights came on revealing an 
area  that appeared to be covered by a foam mattress with the same kind of foam  
surrounding the two sides and the front. My guess, as it would be, that all of 
 the seats except the front two, had been folded  down.

I was pushed forward, allowing my hands to contact the foam mat; while one of 
 the masters reached alongside of me and pulled a black bag towards himself. 
The  other master was using his foot to spread my  legs.

I felt something cool touching my asshole, and then I felt something firm.  
Before I could equate the two, the firm object was pounding its way into my 
ass.  I yelped and screamed in shock and pain; bringing out a rather unexpected  
laughter from the two masters. I could feel my ass pulsing, making contact 
with  it; and astonished that my body wasn't trying to expel the object but 
rather was  attempting to want more of it. "Now our little slave has his butt plug 
in, and  we should get him prepared for the long trip home", one of the 
masters said  rather  plainly.

They had me climb into the vehicle and turn over onto my back; with my head  
directly behind the two front seats. My butt plug seemed to be pressing into 
me  even more, while it made contact with the floor. I could only imagine what 
it  was going to be like, if the vehicle ran over the bumps in the  road.

Master Jeb had placed a steel rod between my ankles and had put on what he  
called his 'temporary' cuffs; fixing them all together so that I had no real 
use  of my feet.  Master Troy was leaning over the front seat, fixing an  
identical pair of cuffs to my wrists; which were then pulled away from my body  and 
somehow, somewhere fastened so that now my arms were  immobile.

I craned my head trying to see what Master Jeb was pulling out of his black 
bag,  but it didn't look familiar at all. He climbed into the back, kneeling 
between  my outstretched legs and began by putting this black rubber thing over 
my cock.  He then attached this thing to a length of clear vinyl tubing which 
he had  connected to one of those hospital urine collection bags. "If you need 
to piss  slave, you just go right ahead and  piss."

Master Troy was busy moving the wires from my balls so that I couldn't  
disconnect them from the controller; which was kept up between the two front  seats.

"Don't get the idea that we are being nice to you", Master Troy said as he 
slid  a small pillow under my head. "We just don't want you to end up with a 
sore  neck; at least not until we get you home and into proper  training."

"You can try to sleep if you can, but I don't think you'll get much." Master 
Jeb  said, as he made his way into the driver's seat. Master Troy went around 
and  double checked all of the cuffs and that spreader bar thing before 
slamming the  rear door closed. The motor came to life just as he slid himself into 
his seat  and buckled  up.

"I'll drive the first six hours and then we'll switch." Master Jeb said,  
followed by "Let's not stop on the way back. We'll be able to make it through  
the big towns before their rush hour and that way we won't have to leave the  
slave alone in the car if we stopped for a nights  rest."

The vehicle took off and the bumpy road came up to greet my butt plug dozens 
of  times before we made it to the paved  roads.

Once they'd navigated the vehicle onto a major roadway, they started playing  
music which seemed to be relaxing to say the very least. I even felt a 
current  of warm air passing over me, which also was a welcome relief from the stark 
 contrast of the cold mountain nights. I knew that whatever they asked me, if 
 they should; I was going to answer them properly, lest I receive another 
jolt  from their control  stick.

I must have fallen asleep, because the motionless vehicle is what caused me 
to  stir. We had stopped under a brightly lit canopy, and with the odor of 
gasoline  abounding, I knew we were refueling.  Several people walked by us and 
were  it not for the heavy tint on the glass, they would have had a perfect view 
of my  nakedness.

The side door opened up and Master Jeb was standing there with a Styrofoam 
cup,  steaming with hot coffee. He dropped a straw into the cup and reached in,  
offering it to my lips. If I could see passed him, I knew that if anyone 
walked  by now, they'd be able to see me just as well. I dismissed that thought 
and  replaced it with the kindness and generosity of Master Jeb. The coffee 
wasn't  all that good, but it was welcomed, nonetheless.  Master Jeb didn't allow  
me to finish it all, as both he and Master Troy climbed back into the 
vehicle;  with Master Troy now behind the wheel. I'd been asleep for six hours and 
didn't  even know  it.

The men talked amongst themselves for quite some time, and with the music  
playing there wasn't any one word that I could distinguish. After a bit, Master  
Jeb reached back over the seat and again offered me some more coffee. Now 
that  it had cooled a bit, it tasted better. If ever given the opportunity, I'd 
make  these two Masters some of the best coffee they'd ever  tasted.

The coffee had ignited my stomach to the point where I remembered that I'd 
not  eaten anything since the morning; and I was all but certain that I wasn't 
going  to be fed until we reached our destination. But I had to piss bad; which 
brought  back to mind the fact that my cock had some type of contraption over 
it allowing  me to piss normal but without the use of my  hands.

All I could do was to close my eyes and imagine I was standing over a toilet, 
 which quickly brought on a steady flow of my piss coursing through the vinyl 
 tubing. As if that wasn't bad enough, the overhead light came on and Master 
Jeb  was looking back, commenting to Master Troy that he was witnessing my 
piss and  that all seemed to be working properly. The music stopped and then 
Master Troy  said in a voice loud enough for me to hear; "Maybe we'll save the 
slave's piss  and use it for his first enema or we could even let him swallow it, 
should the  bag fill up before we get back  home."

Master Jeb leaned back over my body and held up the urine bag saying, "It  
wouldn't surprise me one bit if he don't fill it up long before we get home." I  
could clearly see that I had already filled it to near half capacity. He 
double  check the blue band on my scrotum and returned to his seat, turning off 
the  overhead  light.

I'm not sure how much time had passed before we stopped again for fuel, but  
shortly after we got back underway again, I released what I had hoped was my  
last bit of piss into the  bag.

As I watched out the side window, I could tell we must be passing through a 
big  city; as the road was lined with street lights and countless tractor 
trailers  were passing us by. Lord only knows how many CD's had played already; but 
 currently on the speakers, was some compilation of dance music, which I knew 
my  brother used to listen to and talk about, playing at the gay bar he 
always  frequented.

City lights and then darker roads, city lights and then darker roads; made me 
 think that we were heading in the same direction as that which I'd traveled  
north in. I forced myself to stay awake, looking at the signs on the opposite 
 side of the road as they quickly passed by.  

Another pit stop, more coffee and even a stale 'truck stop' donut for me and 
we  were once again making headway for their home, my new 'home'. The sun was  
rising, which made the reading of the road signs a hundred percent  clearer.

The first notable sign read, "Welcome to Connecticut". So I was right after 
all.  We were in New York heading south, on the same road I drove to get to  
Maine.

The thought of having to stop and pay those damn tolls, sent a mild case of  
fright to my brain. What if the toll booth dude looked into the back and saw 
me  naked? I suppose that it would be a good thing, if he/she did, but oddly 
enough  I didn't want that to happen. I just wanted to get home and confront 
myself, in  my own condo and put all of my feelings in their proper  perspective.

New York was a quick journey and before long the front windows were put down  
allowing the stench of the oil refineries to enter the vehicle. New Jersey, 
good  old New  Jersey.

They didn't even bother to raise the windows when they stopped for gas; 
allowing  fresh warm air to invade the interior of the vehicle, which by now was 
clean and  crisp. Finally, FINALLY they gave me something to eat and it was the 
first time  that either of them had elicited a response from  me.

"Master, thank you Master; for the food which you have seen proper to give 
the  slave,  Master"

A huge grin from Master Troy, "Damn I do believe the slave has figured out 
just  how to speak,  bro."

Instantly, I knew that my assumptions were once again perfect. They were 
indeed  brothers.

"I wouldn't get all worked up over him learning to say one whole sentence  
without fucking it up. Its' had eighteen hours to get just the one right, Troy". 
 Master Jeb said without much expression in his  voice.

I'm sure that they, like me, hadn't slept all that much or well since the  
journey began; and by the time I saw that we were back in Maryland I knew that  
we all were deserving of a good nights sleep. Such a trip, in such a short 
time  only made me more appreciative of the men who drove those big rigs over the 
road  all day and all night. Now I understood why some men and even women 
hung out at  the truck stops; just to show their appreciation and perhaps pick up 
a few  dollars in the  process.

As the sun was setting, we pulled into a line of traffic at, of all places, 
the  McDonalds that I'd stopped at on the very first morning of my trip. Master 
Troy  called out the order and slowly pulled up to the drive up window. Just 
as he  paid the boy for our food, Master Troy hit the button up front and 
lowered the  side window; allowing the boy to see directly into the vehicle and 
gaze upon my  exposed flesh.  

"Holy Shit, Mister," that's some might fine meat you got back there. I 
wouldn't  mind spending time with that one  myself."

"Well here is one of my cards, so if you ever get down our way or have enough 
 time off from work, please accept our invitation to stay with us." Master 
Troy  said in a humorous  way.

"Sure thing mister, I'd love nothing more than to spend time with that thing 
and  you two guys."  

My window went back up, and I could see the teenager leaning out of the 
little  window; watching as our vehicle made it's way back onto the main  road.

After the two Masters had eaten their food, Master Jeb leaned back and stuck 
a  Big Mac in my mouth, holding onto it as I chewed. I was even afforded a 
small  cup of, of all things, my favorite, Dr.Pepper.  

Master Jeb began laughing, and I couldn't figure if I'd done something 
foolish  or stupid. "Hey bro, looks like we can wait till we get home or we can stop 
and  empty the slave's urine bag. It's plum full to the  top."

I continued watching the road signs on the opposite side of the road and knew 
 that we were getting really close to the exit which would have taken us to 
my  place.  

My dreams were shattered when we drove right passed the exit and headed 
further  south. With everything around us, being somewhat familiar to me, I knew 
that we  were still on the Beltway, nearing the exit which would take us to 
Great Falls  Virginia and/or Dulles International  Airport.

Sure enough, the vehicle began to slow and exit the Beltway, on to the Great  
Falls exit. The further we got from my exit, the more depressed I was 
becoming.  I watched as all of those illuminated fancy signs passed by, like the 
dorky one  that said 'America Online' …World Headquarters, and  Raytheon.

The vehicle slowed once more and we turned off, heading northwest; passed all 
of  the newly constructed condos and apartments where all the wannabe rich 
people  live these  days.

The roadway was now barren of signs and lights; with only an occasional 
vehicle  going in the opposite direction. For some reason, all four of the vehicles 
 windows went down, filling the vehicle with cool fresh 'country' air. The 
one  saving grace, for now, was that the cooler northern temperatures were just 
a  faint  memory.

"Ya think that kid will ever call us? I'd sure like to fuck his cute ass for 
a  few days and might even be fun to turn him into a cum sucking shit eating  
slave." Master Jeb jokingly said to his brother. "I'd give him a Happy Meal 
that  he'd never fucking  forget."

A slow turn and the vehicle was now proceeding up a long paved driveway. 
Looking  out the rear window, I could tell that where ever we were was rather 
nicely  kept; as even with the sun nearly gone, I could see that the landscaping 
had  been meticulously  maintained.

"I see that our neighbor boy Kevin is here. I guess he's still working on 
that  list of things we gave him to do before we left. You'd think that with all 
the  money we've paid him over the last couple of years the least he could do 
would  be to buy himself a new bicycle," Master Troy said in a sarcastic sort 
of  way.

"Well, he's got so much on his plate with school, sports, working here and  
looking for a boyfriend; I don't see how he could possibly have the time to go  
shopping for a new bike. Maybe we should get him one as sort of a bonus, if 
he's  completed the list", Master Jeb replied in response to his brother's  
comments.

The horn honked as we can to a complete stop, and without warning the yelping 
 and barking started up, so I knew that from the sounds there had to be at 
least  two BIG dogs running around here. The barking stopped just as soon as my 
Masters  climbed from the vehicle and began praising their pets for being so  
attentive.

Twenty two hours of riding in the back of this vehicle and although I had  
managed to sleep off and on; I was still exhausted and the butt plug had kept me 
 on the edge of pain and pleasure most of the ride.  
I knew  just from the way my two Masters were talking, that this kid Kevin 
was gay, a  neighbor and most likely still trying to find his niche in life; not 
to mention  that my Masters were most definitely going to show me off to  him.

It wasn't but a couple of minutes and I heard Kevin's voice. At first I 
wasn't  sure it was him, but after I heard the Masters mention his name I was 
assured of  it. There were several minutes of conversation with Kevin and from 
listening to  them all chattering away, I learned that indeed Kevin had completed 
everything  on the list which he was given three days ago.  

"I got everything all cleaned downstairs, Sir," the kid exclaimed. "After I'd 
 finished all of the other chores I started downstairs and that took all of 
today  to clean. I guess you haven't used it in a while, but not to worry 
because I've  got everything spotless and all that stuff shining like brand new. I 
hope I get  a chance to see all of that stuff being used. I don't know what 
any of it is,  except for a few things that I saw in a magazine once that a 
friend showed me. A  lot of it looks like it could hurt pretty good too, and I bet 
a man… opps… slave  sure will get to know the real meaning of pain if you 
use any of that stuff on  him."

"Kevin thanks a lot for doing all of the work and I'm sure that you'll get a  
chance to see our little dungeon in use real soon. And thanks for taking such 
 good care of our pets too; but before you go, I'm sure you'd like to see 
what we  brought  home."

The interior light came on, and one side door was opened as well as the rear  
door. Master Jeb was poking his head in from the side while Master Troy and  
Kevin were now gleefully looking at me from the back. "Holy Damn! It is for  
real, what a piece of flesh this is! Kevin excitedly hollered out. Both of my  
Masters started to laugh at the sight of Kevin's jaw drop, leaving his mouth  
wide  open.

"My friend told me about slaves in the world and he even gave me a very good  
book to read but I never would have thought I'd ever get to see a real one. 
Is  it okay if I touch  it?


"Of course you can touch it. A slave is always prepared for someone or some  
thing to touch it. You can't hurt it, so just climb up there and take a closer 
 look. Oh, and be careful of that full bag of slave piss there. We didn't 
stop to  empty it and the slave probably has to take a piss by now. But, please 
feel free  to touch it anywhere you want, the slave will most likely be 
appreciative of  your  inspection."

"So did you guys shave off all of the hair? Why is he tied up like this? 
What's  this thing that is around his nuts? Oh, bet you don't think I know what 
this  black thing is between the legs here… it is a plug up its ass. See, even I 
know  that much" Kevin said with confidence, "I read that in the  book."

"Well Kevin, why don't you help us out just once more before you leave? After 
we  release the slave, would you mind taking him over to the big tree so he 
can  piss? I'll give you his control stick so you'll be in total control over 
it; all  you need to do is push the button and the slave will get his nuts 
shocked. Just  make sure he cocks his legs up against the tree just like a  dog."

It took a bit for me to get any decent feelings back in my arms and legs and  
once I was out of the vehicle, mother nature kicked in telling me that I 
needed  to pee real fast. Master Troy removed the rubber cover from my cock along 
with  the tubing and collection bag. I quickly dropped down onto my hands and 
knees  and followed Kevin over to the tree. He stood behind me with the 
controller in  his hand; while I tried to raise my leg and piss the best I could. It 
was such a  relief, but I somehow managed to spray a bit of piss onto one of 
my legs, which  Kevin didn't notice.  

If it hadn't been for the artificial illumination, we all would have been 
left  in the darkness of the night, but man was it nice not to be so cold. 
"Kevin, why  don't you go in and call your dad as see if you can stay just a little 
while  longer? Jeb and I need to take a shower and get cleaned up and we also 
have to  get this slave cleaned nice and proper and more than likely we'll 
have to shave  him down as well. Maybe you'd like to hang out and observe how 
things are done"  Master Troy queried with the boy's eagerness to be aroused. 
Kevin agreed and ran  helter-skelter into the house to call his  father.

Master Jeb had be carry the urine bag in my teeth as I crawled behind the two 
 Masters towards the side of the house. It was a rather large looking house, 
but  not so big as so you could call it a mansion. On the side of the house 
there was  a set of concrete steps leading down to the basement, which I had to  
precariously negotiate in order not to go head over heels and tumble into the 
 Masters.

The basement was well lit and the first thing I noticed was that we were in 
what  I'd describe as a laundry/utility room. The floor was covered with 
linoleum  squares that seemed to reflect the light coming from above. Along with the 
 normal stuff found in such a room, there was also a shower area, an old 
fashion  tub and a toilet.  

Kevin came bouncing down the inside stairs, exclaiming that he had permission 
to  stay for three additional hours to help out where needed, since this 
wasn't a  school night.  So that meant, for me, very little except for knowing 
that  this was either Friday or  Saturday.

Master Jeb went through a door on the other side of the stairs and came back  
holding a round stick in his hand. He gave it to Kevin and explained its use 
and  purpose; that being a slave prod, which is used to control disobedient or 
 disruptive slaves. Master Troy came up in front of me and manhandled my 
balls  while he removed the blue  band.
Kevin took the urine bag from my mouth and set it inside one of the two 
laundry  tubs and then proceeded to turn on the shower; after being asked by Master 
Troy  to stand and watch over me while the two Masters went upstairs for a 
quick  shower and a change of clothes. They also reminded him that he could 
touch me,  but he was not to engage in any conversation that would require me to  
speak.

I knew that I wouldn't have much time to enjoy a hot shower, so I quickly  
crawled in and allowed the first few moments of water to simply rinse away the  
pain and suffering of the last week or so. Kevin stood there in awe, as I  
reached up and grabbed the bar of soap and began washing myself. If it hadn't  
been for the mild discomfort of the butt plug, I'd probably have forgotten about 
 it since I was so exhausted. It was odd to wash around it, getting my 
fingers  behind the base of the damn thing. Each time a finger would make contact 
with  the skin surrounding the plug, my dick seemed to respond. The amazing part 
of it  all was when Kevin reached in and took the soap away from me and 
started to wash  my back. It was almost like the boy was massaging away the stress 
and strain; it  was most relaxing as the water and the back wash seemed to 
meld  together.

For whatever stupid reason, I had never paid any attention to Kevin, up until 
 now that is. He was a rather nice looking kid, but the clothes he was 
wearing  seemed odd for a boy his age. He had on a white tank top, with the bottom 
half  cut off, barely covering his cute nipples. He was wearing the skimpiest 
of pink  shorts, probably those nylon or tricot running shorts they wear these 
days, with  the sides open up to the waistband. I was positive that he wasn't 
wearing  underwear, as I saw the tip of his dick dangling just at the hem of 
the shorts.  

The longer he took to wash my back, my cock and his dick began to harden. 
Being  on my hands and knees shielded my erection from his view, but it was easy 
for me  to denote his, as the dick head slowly worked its way out of his  
shorts.

It all ended to quickly, as the Masters returned; hair wet but combed, 
dressed  in nothing more than a pair of shorts. They continued to amaze me with 
their  looks and stature, not to mention the closeness of their facial  features.

Master Troy told Kevin to stop the washing, for now, but he'd get another  
opportunity to wash 'all of the slave' in just a little  bit.

I was ordered into the tub, as Master Jeb wheeled one of those hospital IV 
poles  up next to it. On one of the hooks, hug the bulging bag of urine, while 
the  other hook held an orange enema bag. What I'd assumed to be an air vent 
directly  over the tub turns out to be an exhaust vent which Master Jeb had 
turned on.  

Kevin watched with amazement as Master Troy took hold of my butt plug and 
began  to extract it. "Damn thing doesn't want to come out. I suppose the slave 
likes  it so fucking much that he don't want to give it  up."

Finally, using a great deal more strength, the plug popped out of my ass;  
leaving the surrounding muscles open. The first time in my life that I was  
exposed like this, nothing like being up north in the cold water; made me  further 
realize that these men, my Masters, were in total control of every  aspect of 
my body and  brain.

A small nozzle like thing was attached to the tubing and the bag of urine was 
 rapidly flowing inside of me. Master Jeb told me to dismiss the cramping and 
to  breathe big deep breaths of air; allowing me to retain more of the 
liquid. It  was only a minute or two before the entire bag was now coursing its way 
through  my bowels. Master Troy handed the butt plug to Kevin and said that he 
could  'have the honors' of putting it back in. I think, I know, that Kevin 
really  enjoyed doing it in front of the Masters. I hardly flinched as the base 
of the  plug made contact with my  hole.

I listened intently as they explained the methods and reasoning behind having 
a  slave's ass always cleaned out; and I'm sure that Kevin was soaking up the 
 knowledge like a sponge. After several minutes they removed the plug and had 
me  squat over the tub drain, which seemed to be as large as a frig'n floor 
drain,  and expel the piss and anal slime. Since I'd not eaten much in the last 
day,  there wasn't a heck of a lot to expel; but I had to endure another from 
the red  bag which had been mixed with a mild form of soap, salt and baking 
soda. I  learned, once more from listening to the Masters teaching Kevin, that 
the salt  and baking soda help to reduce any major intestinal cramping. After 
the soap  solution had gone down the drain I only had to get one more 
cleansing refill, as  Master Jeb told Kevin that it is done until the water runs  
clean.

Kevin was asked to run upstairs to the kitchen and get a Crisco stick from 
the  freezer. I was lost in thought as to what in the hell he was talking about, 
 until I found out that the frozen stick of Crisco was going up my ass with 
less  resistance than either Master had anticipated. The feeling of something 
cold  like that is something which is hard to describe except to say it was  
exhilarating for a short time. I could actually feel my insides sucking the  
frozen stick, causing it to travel further up my  bowels.

Without to much else being said to Kevin about the Crisco, Master Jeb brought 
a  garden hose over from the wall and handed it to Kevin. Kevin was 
instructed to  first rinse the tub out; and then to rinse off the slave's body from 
head to  toe. The way they were talking to Kevin, giving him instructions, 
reminded me of  learning how to drive a car with my dad in the seat next to me. I 
had gotten the  strong impression that Kevin was going to be involved even more, 
before this  night was  over.

Kevin politely handed the end of the hose to Master Jeb and then was asked if 
 he'd like to 'properly' bath a slave, and of course we all know the answer 
to  that.

Back in the shower, I was commanded to stand up with my hands behind my head; 
 leaving me totally exposed to this kid. The next thing I see is Kevin 
shucking  his shorts and shirt, joining me in the  shower.

Every single movement of his two hands was orchestrated by my two Masters, 
which  left Kevin nothing more to be than a living, breathing scrubbing machine. 
But,  I'm sure he didn't mind the  lesson.

Master Troy went up stairs for several minutes and returned; walking through  
that 'other'  door.

After I was scrubbed from head to toe, Kevin quickly washed his own body,  
allowing my down cast eyes to see his penis standing straight out with the tip  
of it glistening with a drop of  pre-seed.

The first thing that really brought me to my knees, literally, was Master Jeb 
 commanding me to thank Kevin for my body scrub. It took less than five 
minutes  for the hormone enraged teen to explode a copious amount of seed into my 
mouth.  It tasted so much sweeter than any of the manseed I'd savored before; 
but what  quickly started to sink in was the fact that I liked this part of sex 
with  another  man.

After Kevin had dried himself off, and I was simply left kneeling on all 
fours  to drip dry; the other door downstairs was opened and I was ordered to 
crawl  through the entry way into what was to become my 'new  home'.

I crawled into the room, still in the dark; but once inside with the other 
three  males and the door was closed behind us, someone turned on the  lights.

My first impression of what was registering with my brain, was that I was in 
the  midst of a mid-evil dungeon. The floor surface was like bricks, real 
fucking  bricks and there were countless items hanging on the walls, if not from 
the  ceiling. The room was so huge that it must have run the remainder of the 
cellar.  There were all kinds of leather covered pieces of weird furniture with 
what  looked like iron cuffs dangling from each of them. Chains and more iron 
cuffs  hung from the ceiling further in the back of the room; and as I 
continued  following the men, I saw, not one, but two steel cages. One looked rather 
like  the size of a jail cell and the other looked to be about only half that 
 size.

The big cage is where everyone was heading and I had no choice but to follow  
properly, behind.  It had a thin foam mat on the floor, and it looked to be  
about the size of a small twin bed.  Once I'd seen the galvanized bucket in  
the corner, it reminded me so much of the cell I was kept in while up at  camp. 
  

There was some leather things laying on top of the mat, which I quickly found 
 out were mitts for my hands. Both Masters quickly covered my fists with the  
mitts, leaving me feeling helpless. I was told to lower my head onto the mat, 
 and just as soon as I had, one of the three shoved the butt plug back it, 
and I  could feel it make contact with the slowly thawing Crisco stick. My 
pucker  snapped shut around the small part of the plug and I knew that, once again 
I was  to sleep with it inside of me.  

>From beneath the mat, Master Troy pulled out a length of chain and a single 
iron  cuff; which he quickly snapped around my left ankle. I had no doubt that 
the  other end was affixed to the  cage.

I didn't find it odd that none of the men had said any thing to me or to one  
another; as I knew that they, like me, was dog tired after being on the road 
for  almost an entire  day.

They quickly exited the cage and I watched as Master Jeb took an enormous old 
 fashion lock and snapped it shut, thus confining me physically and mentally 
for  the night. I had much to think about, not to mention try and decipher and 
I was  thankful that the lights went out immediately, but ever so grateful 
that they  didn't find the need to close the door; thus shutting me off from the 
 world.

I could only assume that my Masters, after a good nights rest would conjure 
up a  day full of activity for them and me; the question I fell asleep with 
running  through my mind was, how in the hell could I have changed so much, in 
such a  short time. What I mean to say is, could it be true what some of the men 
back at  camp had said about me?
 
To Be Continued...

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