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North Country  Chapter  11


At some point in time, during the night, I awoke with the need to piss and I 
was  pleasantly surprised to see that someone had come back and placed a lit 
candle  outside of my cell. It told me that at least somebody here had a little 
bit of  caring buried within  them.

Instinctively I reached for my dick, but the mitts quickly brought to mind 
the  fact that the Masters did not want me to have use of my hands; so all I 
could do  was, straddle the bucket and release my urine. I even swayed my hips, 
in an  effort to make sure that there were no little droplets remaining on the  
cockhead. It wasn't until I turned to move back to the mat, that I remembered 
my  ankle chain, but it too seemed appropriate for my  situation.


I lay there, looking up at the bars overhead, the flicker of the lighted 
candle  raising and lowering the level of illumination. Why did I feel safe and 
secure?  Was it because I was now far away from the camp full of men? How had I 
come to  like sucking a man's cock, let alone enjoying the many varied tastes 
and  textures of it? Would the rest of my feelings and emotions evolve to the 
point  where I'd be less terrified of getting fucked? And why, WHY, am I now 
feeling  less rebellious towards having other men, and yes even younger men, 
control my  every move, my every  action?

There were dozens more questions that I was asking myself, without finding  
answers, when I finally dropped back into a deep sleep. It was the best,  
warmest, sleep I'd had in  weeks.

I awoke to the faint sounds of noise in the outer room, and pushing myself up 
 onto my elbows I could see another person; who appeared to be wearing a 
rather  nice shirt and pants. The man seemed to be fussing with… it took a second 
to  figure out, laundry. Yes, he was loading up the washing machine. I 
continued to  watch, as seeing someone different had always been something which 
interested  me. When ever we as a family had the chance, we used to go down to 
Regan  International Airport. It was something that we, as a family, used to do; 
but  mainly we went to the airport so that my older brothers could watch the 
jets  land and take off. I enjoyed watching the people more than the airplanes. 
I was  always amazed with the people who used to linger through the terminal 
selling  flowers and such for some religious  cult.

The tall figure turned and headed straight for me. I was a behemoth of a man. 
I  thought he'd have to duck his head as he passed under the doorway, but he  
obviously wasn't that tall the closer he got to the door. He came in and 
turned  on a light directly over my cell, leaving the rest of the room (Master 
called it  a dungeon) in darkness. He stood there silently observing me as if I 
were some  sort of animal at the zoo. His eyes never left me, as he moved from 
side to  side; getting a better view of my  nakedness.

Finally, he smiled and spoke, in a soft tone, "I'm sure that the slave is  
hungry. The slave will have its' meal shortly. The slave should always remember  
to kneel, facing away from the world and rest its head upon the floor and  
presenting its buttocks for the universe to enjoy." Silently as he'd entered,  
the man simply turned and walked away; going up the stairs to the main part of  
the  house.

It seemed an eternity before anyone came down the stairs, but eventually 
Master  Troy showed up. I almost, ALMOST, forgot the words which the man had 
spoken  earlier; and I quickly turned around and assumed the position which he said 
was  required.

"I thought for a second that I'd been punishing you before you ate, but I'm  
happy to see that you took the words of our manservant to heart. You must 
always  be attentive to the sounds of feet coming down the stairs so that no one 
will  ever have to see you getting into your proper position. Your position 
should  have already been taken prior to my feet coming in contact with the 
floor. Do  you understand  slave?"

"Master, yes Master" I replied, thankful that his voice was not filled with  
anger.

For the next thirty minutes, Master Troy stood outside my cell and instructed 
me  on quite a number of the proper and appropriate slave positions which 
were to be  followed without fail. Most of them, I feel, were designed to show a 
high degree  of reverence towards a master or a free man. It also was to 
instill in me that I  was, by all means, a lower class of human.  

My ass was getting sore, as the butt plug seemed to twist and turn every time 
I  assumed another new position. Master Troy informed me that I was on a 
demerit  system starting as of last midnight. Each demerit was going to cause me 
pain and  the more demerits I received during the day, would dictate which form 
of  punishment would be handed out each night prior to being locked away in 
my cell.  He pulled a small pad of paper from his back pocket and wrote down 
that I had  earned five demerits for not being in the proper position when he 
first  arrived.

I heard the pitter-patter of feet coming down the stairs and the barking told 
me  that the dogs were coming. They ran up to Master Troy and bathed him with 
their  undying affection. Both dogs looked quite similar, being something of 
a mixed  breed; which to my untrained eye I had to assume that they were 
Mastiff and  Great Dane. None the less, they were two of the largest dogs I'd ever  
seen.

Master Troy bent down and allowed the dogs to wet his face with their overly  
eager wet tongues. At least, thankfully, they seemed  friendly.

I heard the voice of Master Jeb and quickly assumed the proper position, not  
wanting to acquire more demerits; but more importantly I wanted to show my  
Masters that I was going to learn, and obey them. I wasn't to the point of my  
brain being nothing more than mush, so I had no choice in following the rules  
here, just like a man has to follow the rules if he was in  prison.
The talked briefly as I heard the lock being removed from my cell door and 
both  Masters entered and stood over my body. I was informed of what my 'normal' 
daily  routine was to be, and I was also reminded that they didn't need to 
tell me  anything to begin with. Master Jeb simply said, "We're telling you this 
now, so  that perhaps your level of fear and anger will lessen. There is 
nothing worse  than to have a rebellious slave on your hands, which makes it so 
much more  painful for the slave and so time consuming for the slave's  master."

Master Troy added, "But never think that I don't like handing out punishments 
to  a slave. You are here to learn and learn you shall, if it takes every 
waking  minute, I'll personally see to it that you become a compliant, caring and 
Master  loving  slave."

Okay, so I've got one Master who seems genuinely caring and the other more of 
a  demonic sadist. I'd have to work around them both if I was to survive  
this.

They didn't bother to have me assume another position while they talked 
amongst  themselves about the day's activities. I listened intently, only to 
discover  that today was their day to host the bi-monthly 'tea party'. I wasn't at 
all  sure what the fuck that was, but I had no doubt that I was to be involved 
with  it in some way or  another.

They spoke about many things, most of which I hadn't a clue; but I did learn  
that Kevin was expected over this morning, I was to begin a strict exercise  
program, I would be getting more natural sun exposure and I would be 'seen to' 
 by a Mr. Thomas. Everything sounded simple enough except for the 'seen to' 
bit;  and all I could do was to accept it for what ever it  was.

The one thing that stuck in my mind, was how these two Masters weren't like 
the  men in camp. The men in camp seemed to thrive on doing their daily chores 
and  then availing themselves with my body. My Masters seemed to be more along 
the  lines of displaying patience, discipline and compliance with their 
rules. But, I  knew that in time, as it progressed, I would be summoned to bring 
sexual  pleasure to them; which if it meant sucking cock, I was up for  that.

As the Masters left the cell, they called out for their pets to follow them, 
and  that's when I heard one of them say; "it won't be long before the slave 
will  follow us just like the dogs." They both laughed and the basement once 
again  fell  silent.

I quickly rolled onto the mat, as my knees on the bricks was excruciating. I 
had  nothing to do except to meditate and look around, now that the light was 
left on  and I was more amazed now than ever at the amount of fixtures which 
abound in  the  dungeon.

My solitude lasted less than a minute as another set of feet were coming down 
 the stairs; which left me nothing to do except to follow the rules here. The 
 voice I heard was the same as I'd heard first this morning; as he told me 
that  my morning meal had arrived and that I was expected to eat all of it.  

I turned to see a large clay bowl sitting on the floor. It was painted a dull 
 grey color and the closer I crawled over to it I saw that it had the name  
'billyboy' written on it. I'd never seen the name written before, but I sure 
had  heard it for years and years. All three of my brothers used to call me 
billyboy,  every time they made fun of my geeky ways and  appearance.

The only thing in the bowl looked like dog kibbles, soaking in water. I 
leaned  down towards the bowl and the smell nearly gagged me. Surely they weren't  
feeding me pet food. It took quite a bit of fortitude for me to even sample 
the  stuff; but I discovered that the smell was nothing like what the food 
tasted  like. I began to take bigger and bigger bites and eventually I'd finished 
eating  every bit of the food.  

The cellar door sprung open and I noticed young Kevin coming in through the  
utility room. Instinctively I turned away from him and presented my anal 
plugged  butt towards the door of my cell. I guess that they hadn't locked the 
outer  door, aware that Kevin was coming over  early.

"Damn it all!" Kevin shouted, "I wanted to get here in time to watch you  
eat."

There was absolutely nothing I could say; as I knew slaves don't  speak.

"Looks like your ass is still plugged; but I'm guessing it ain't as nice as  
getting fucked.  I called my friend last night and told him about you and  he 
can't wait to come over later and see you for himself. I sometimes fuck my  
friend, but he always cries and begs me to stop… but I never  do."

I honestly tried to pay attention to what he was saying, but my mind drifted  
back to the camp and the grocery store clerk. The whole night of abuse and  
disgusting humiliation that the kid had unleashed on me came rushing back. I  
vowed right then and there that I wouldn't let my feelings get involved with  
another misguided  youth.

The kid came over and began manipulating my cock, spending more time with my  
foreskin than anything else. My dick began to harden and the kid began to 
slowly  stroke the shaft with one hand, while his other hand was squeezing my 
nuts.  Thankfully, voices and footsteps were heard coming down the stairs and the 
kid  quickly retreated to the cell door; leaving me there with my cock 
totally  engorged with blood and my butt plug acting like it wanted to fuck me all 
by  itself.

The voices turned out to be Master Troy and Mr. Thomas. I was run through the 
 series of slave positions for the sole benefit of displaying my body to Mr.  
Thomas, and then with the slave prod in hand Master Troy had me crawl from my 
 cell into another area of his dungeon.  

With young Kevin watching intently, I was ordered onto a flat table, more 
like a  padded table that seemed a bit higher than what you or I would consider 
standard  height for a dinning table. No sooner had I gotten onto my back then 
a series of  overhead heads came on, flooding every square inch of my body; as 
if it were 'in  the spotlight' so to speak. Mr. Thomas immediately began 
running his hands up  and down my body, forgoing all contact with my family pride. 
"Rough here, rough  here also", he commented as he continued very slowly 
examining my flesh. I  wasn't even thinking as to what he was referring to, 
because I had my eyes  closed trying to shield them from all of the bright  lights.

Someone, I believe it was Master Troy, raised my legs and then I felt hands  
going in between my ass crack. "Not a good way to start off, but I'll manage  
just fine", Mr. Thomas said rather mundanely.  After running his hands over  
my barren armpits, Mr. Thomas spoke to Master Troy; "It will need a complete  
makeover, so I'd better get started. Will you be staying to  help?"

"I hadn't planned on it, but I can if you feel the need for me too", Master 
Troy  replied. "However, if it is just another pair of hands you need, I'm sure 
that  Kevin will be more than happy to assist you. I have a feeling he'd 
rather be  doing this than having to give the dogs their baths this morning. But 
please do  send him up to get us, before you finish, as I'm sure Jeb and myself 
will want  to witness the slaves decoration  installation."

"Very well then, what say you Kevin to bringing me my bag and a couple of 
those  large bowls filled with hot  water?"

"Yes Sir, right away. Thanks for letting me stay and help out." Kevin said in 
 the most appreciative tone of voice he could ever have mustered  up.

"Well, you know where everything is, so if you need it just tell Kevin what 
you  need and where to find it. Oh, and that new propane burner is over there 
in that  unopened box. I didn't see the need to open it up before it was time 
to use  it."

I watched as Master Troy turned to leave, and as Kevin came bouncing back 
over  to table; Master Troy rubbed the boy's long hair and reminded him to behave 
and  to be useful for Mr. Thomas and to do whatever Mr. Thomas asked of  him.

Mr. Thomas left my side for just a few seconds and returned with what looked  
like one of those TV trays on legs; setting it down right next to the table.  
Kevin set the first bowl of water on it, handed Mr. Thomas his bag, which 
he'd  requested, and then scampered off to get the second bowl of  water.

I could have sworn that I was back in the mid 1900's, as I saw Mr. Thomas 
take a  long leather strap out of his bag and clip it onto something under the 
table. He  then proceeded to 'slap' his pearl handled straight razor up and down 
the entire  length of the leather strap. I'd only seen such a thing once or 
twice while  watching an old movie on  TV.

"So Kevin, it is Kevin right?" Mr. Thomas asked; "I don't suppose you do all  
that much shaving just yet, but perhaps you'd like to help me get this thing 
all  lathered up the good old fashion way and I can get him as smooth as your  
butt."

Kevin laughed, as apparently he thought it was funny to compare my body to 
his  butt. "Yes sir I'd like that a  lot."

"Before we get started, we need to be able to keep this thing from moving 
around  or worse yet; try to escape and run off." Mr. Thomas, amplifying his 
voice at  the word 'escape'. I had just turned my head to one side, to avoid the 
bright  lights and to perhaps see something, anything, that would allow me to 
know what  was about to happen. The first thing I saw was that Mr. Thomas was 
removing his  shirt, revealing his massive upper body, hairless, with a small 
gold ring in his  right nipple. His arms looked like they were telephone poles. 
I couldn't help  but to think this man does a lot of physical exercises; not 
to mention that for  a guy that appeared to be near forty, looked fucking 
awesome. Not that I'd ever  looked at a man in a wanting, sexual way; but 
sometimes men do see men in  different ways, sort of like my brother Ryan with his 
meticulous ways and looks,  always on the lookout for someone to fuck who is just 
a little older than  himself.

At the sound of metal on metal, I rolled my eyes to see Mr. Thomas pulling an 
 iron cuff and chain close to my foot. He made quick work of snapping it 
closed  and then he did the same thing with my other foot. Apparently he had 
handed  Kevin one of the chains, as he grasped the other one and in unison, under 
Mr.  Thomas's instruction, my feet rose off the table and began to spread out;  
leaving them high and aching from being stretched like some sort of ballet  
dancer.  

My eyes followed, as he came and repeated the same process on both of my 
arms;  after which he ran a wide leather strap across my hip bone and left me 
otherwise  total  immobile.

"See there Kevin, this is a good if not excellent way in which to have a 
slave  laid out for just about anything one wishes to do with it. In our case we 
are  first going to have to get his stubble off; but considering what its been  
through and how it was originally shaved I can't  complain."

Kevin was told to get a clean cloth from Mr. Thomas's bag and start to wet my 
 skin; from my toes down to just above my knees. After Kevin had finished 
with my  right leg, he was shown the proper way to lather my body, using an old 
fashion  hog bristle shaving brush and a cake of shaving soap. I watched, as 
the kid did  everything exactly as he had been instructed and before long my leg 
looked like  a snow covered mountain slope. Mr. Thomas took hold of one toe 
at a time and  shaved off the little patches of hair that men get right behind 
the toenail.  From there the rest of the soap and stubble came off quicker 
than I could say  'holy shit'. Mr. Thomas complimented himself on his own work 
and was even  quicker to point out to Kevin that I was 'lucky' to have a 
naturally smooth  butt. "We'll save its pucker hole for later, when we do the rest of 
his slave  things." Mr. Thomas said, as he watched Kevin lather up my 
remaining  leg.
"Were  did you learn to shave guys like this?' Kevin  asked

"I've been shaving men and slaves for longer than you've been breathing. 
There  is an exclusive club in D.C. where masters go for a drink or two and they 
some  times bring there little slave pussy with them for a good shave. I make a 
decent  living doing it on a part time basis, which helps supplement my 
regular work",  Mr. Thomas  responded.

"Regular work? What is it that you do for 'regular  work'?"

"I work down south a ways, at the state prison. Yep, been working there for  
almost twenty years now. That's where I met Troy, he's been working there for  
almost nine years now, I  think."

The voices fell silent as Kevin watched my other leg get scraped by the 
razor.  It wasn't long and they had my arms done and were working on shaving my 
head  when I heard voices coming up from  behind.

"I guess we can't punish the slave for not kneeling when we came in", laughed 
 Master Troy. He moved down to my waist, running his hand up and down my leg; 
and  he didn't forgo the opportunity to move in a grab a hold of my dick and  
balls.

"Old Kevin here is a quick learner. I'm thinking of letting him shave some in 
 just a bit. Might be interesting to see how he handles a straight razor 
while  he' shaving the slave's cock", Mr. Thomas quipped in a humorous  voice.

I closed my eyes as Kevin lathered up the stubbles where my eyebrows used to 
be  and continued swirling the brush all over my face and neck. Once all of 
that  work had been completed, Kevin was asked to use the remaining clean water 
to  rinse off what had been shaved; leaving me with a tingling  sensation.

I had been watching Master Troy so intently that I never noticed that there 
was  another man standing on the opposite side. He was about the same age as 
Master  Troy, but his body features were no where near as prominent as those of 
Master  Troy.

Kevin made quick work of refilling the two bowls with clean hot water, as the 
 three men stood over me and discussed my decorations. I wasn't happy with 
what I  was hearing, but there was absolutely nothing I could do or say at this 
point.  It was brief, but I did hear one thing that was most disturbing, which 
Master  Troy spoke  of.

"We can't forget that Ry… I mean our guests this evening desire the slave to  
lose his foreskin; and I know it will be hurtful, to cut him and pierce him 
all  on the same day, but it won't cause any damage, except for the pain and  
suffering."

Mr. Thomas responded by saying that he was prepared for the situation and 
that  he was aware that I'd been threatened with it, while I was held captive in  
Maine. "Shouldn't come as a big surprise to it. Let's face facts here! It  
doesn't own anything anymore, not even his own body; so whatever needs to be  
done to it, let's do it and enjoy the  moment."

Upon hearing that, the stranger reached in and took hold of my foreskin and  
began playing with it, like some kind of fucking toy. I had no control of  
myself, and could only lay there, humiliated once more, as my cock began to  
stiffen.

"Not sure whether it likes me playing with this cock, or whether it's excited 
 about having the boy shaving his dick and balls", came the few words from 
the  stranger.

"Just think, in ninety days the new 'National Debt Reduction Bill' becomes 
law  and slaves like this will be legal and start showing up all over the 
fucking  place", Master Troy started to say; "and I'm sure that a lot of the guys 
that  are already in prison will opt out for the chance to enslave themselves 
rather  than be locked up all day. Come the first of the year, judges can 
sentence  guilty men and women to involuntary enslavement and juveniles will be 
subject to  many of the same laws. Sure will curtail the illegals from coming over 
our  borders and taking work away from hard working  folks."

"You mean," Kevin spoke out, "if I screw up ninety days from now I could find 
 myself being a slave to  somebody?"

Everyone laughed out loud. "Sure thing Kevin, but your dad can't be your 
master;  so if you fuck up… maybe I'll buy your enslavement contract and treat you 
just  like this slave right here." Master Troy said, followed again by an 
uproar of  laughter.

"And I bet your dad wouldn't mind seeing you working your naked ass off 
either.  He's been telling me that he suspects you and your friend are already 
breaking  the law by having  sex."

"Sucking dick isn't the same as having sex!" Shouted  Kevin.

"Oh yes it is!" replied Mr. Thomas. "But enough talk about enslavement for 
now;  you've got a cock and balls to  shave."

Everyone could see that Kevin had broken out in a profuse sweat; and Mr. 
Thomas  told him to remove his shirt, which Kevin readily agreed to  do.

Everyone watched in silence as Mr. Thomas put his hand over Kevin's; guiding 
it  very carefully down my shaft and around its' base. I could feel the razor 
now  more than ever; but I assumed it was simply due to it losing some of the  
sharpness. I listened as Mr. Thomas told Kevin all about the many blood 
vessels  in my scrotum, as the blade scrapped away the  stubble.

"Gee, thanks Mr. Thomas that was great!" Kevin shouted with  glee.

"You're more than welcome Kevin. I'd let you shave its ass but that part of 
it  is really sensitive and I'd be afraid that you might just nick it. Besides, 
by  the looks of your shorts, you've had enough excitement for now." The 
adult males  once again broke into laughter at seeing Kevin's shorts tented. I'm 
sure that  Kevin was  embarrassed.

"Damn! You guys already got his ass sucking on grease sticks", proclaimed Mr. 
 Thomas, as he withdrew my butt  plug.

The feeling that overcame me, left me wanting. The little bit of air that  
escaped and grease that dripped from my ass was just a small reminder that not  
even my ass belonged to me  anymore.

In the blink of an eye, my pucker was stripped of any remnants of human hair. 
 Mr. Thomas told Kevin that he could lather up and shave my chest; as it was 
the  last remaining part of my body that hadn't been done. Kevin ran off to 
refill  the bowls again and quickly lathered up my chest. Mr. Thomas didn't hold 
Kevin's  hand this time, but he was standing right next to him with his own 
hand close  by. "Now when you shave around a slave's tit, it is always best to 
take hold of  the nipple and pull it straight up and that way you can shave 
down and away from  the tip of it", Mr. Thomas instructed Kevin. Mr. Thomas may 
not have been  nervous, but I sure as hell was. Kevin pinched my nipples so 
hard that my chest  tried to turn away from his hand, but Master Troy was quick 
with his words of  admonishment towards my unwarranted  actions.

After I'd been wiped off with warm clean water, Mr. Thomas handed Kevin a 
bottle  filled with what he called an astringent; and told Kevin to apply it to 
my body  from the next down, stressing on the 'whole' body. The shit stung like 
a swarm  of bees at first but it soon became bearable except for when Kevin 
wasn't so  careful when he wiped it across my balls and cock. I remembered that 
I was  nothing more than a slave to these men, but I couldn't help reacting 
to the  stinging sensation. Master Troy pulled out his little note pad and made 
himself  a reminder about my  misbehavior.

One would assume that the notation, which Master Troy made, was going to 
require  me to suffer later on tonight; but what happened next was beyond 
imagination.  Master Troy grabbed the bottle of liquid from Kevin and poured some onto 
my butt  plug and shoved it right back inside of me. I instantly thrashed 
around like a  fish out of water as the chains rattled from the ceiling as my 
vocal cords  strained to find even more words to plead for  mercy.

It seemed that not a soul was laughing now, as I slowly began to regain my  
composure. Tears were running rampant down my face, as I struggled to get  
control of my breathing. Kevin stood silent; totally amazed at the pain he'd  just 
caused me to  endure.

"Young man, you've done an excellent job today", words which were spoken 
quietly  by Mr. Thomas. "Perhaps in a couple of years, if you are not a slave by 
then,  I'll hire you to assist me inside the club on  weekends."
"I agree", Master Troy broke in saying, "He has always worked well for us and 
 did I mention that he is the one responsible for working his butt off 
getting  our dungeon all clean and spruced up while we were bring the slave back."  

"Thanks a bunch sir", I've always tried to do as I'm told which usually 
results  with me working harder than I had expected. But cleaning up your dungeon 
room  was a lot of fun, even if I don't know what any of this stuff  is."

I continued moving my head from right to left, trying to observe everything I 
 possibly could. The next thing I know is that Master Jeb is bouncing down 
the  stairs saying, "What in the hell was all that yelling and screaming a 
minute  ago?"

It only took him a second to inhale the odor of the liquid used on my body to 
 understand, but was truly astonished that his brother had used it on my butt 
 plug. I could see him standing next to Kevin as it was explained to him how  
Kevin had helped with the shaving experience. "I looks like the lad is still  
excited over what he's accomplished", commented Master Jeb as he was looking  
down at Kevin's boned  shorts.


"Quite so", replied Mr. Thomas and Master Troy at the same time.  

"I see that even his shorts are soaking wet from all the water and 
perspiration.  Perhaps we should get Henry to wash and dry them before the lad goes 
home."  Master Jeb said in a rather subdued  voice.

"True, very true", said Mr. Thomas. "Kevin why don't you just slip out of 
your  shorts and then Henry can get them all nice and clean for  you."

Kevin just stood there like he had just turned to stone. "I'd better go and  
empty these bowls before they accidentally get knocked over." Kevin said in a  
squeaky  voice.

No one said another word to him, as he quickly picked up the large bowls and  
hurried them over to the laundry tub in the other part of the basement. All 
four  men watched him from behind and I'm almost positive that each of them 
wouldn't  mind seeing Kevin without  shorts.

By the time Kevin returned, Mr. Thomas was setting up the new propane burner 
on  the small table. Master Jeb was running his hands between my outstretched 
legs  and thumping the base of my butt plug; sending erotic signals to my 
prostate  gland.

As for me, I personally was glad that since my arrival I'd not been fucked or 
 made to suck cock; but the minor humiliation of being bound like this in 
front  of new people was something that I just had to deal with as part of my new 
 life.

Kevin stood next to Master Troy, apparently feeling more secure next to him; 
as  Master Jeb and the other man began playing with my nipples and running 
their  fingers over my lips in a rather sensual  way.
Once  more, Mr. Thomas suggested that Kevin remove his shorts and this time 
was backed  up by Master Troy, who in a rather harsh voice said to the kid; 
"You've been  working for us after school and weekends for two years. What makes 
you think  that it is wrong to remove your shorts so they can be cleaned? 
You've seen the  two of us in our underwear before and we didn't go around making 
a big deal  about it. It's no different than when you're over here mowing the 
lawn and we're  out in the pool in our Speedos, is it. You are a man after 
all, aren't  you?"

Master Troy placed one hand on Kevin's shoulder, as if to say 'you can't  
escape'; and within seconds the boy began to slide his shorts down. It instantly  
became clear as to why the kid didn't want to take his shorts off. He wasn't  
wearing any underwear. His cock sprung up towards his belly and everyone 
seemed  amazed that he didn't try to cover his erection with his  hands.

Mr. Thomas stopped what he was doing and simply said, "Fine looking bush 
you're  growing there Kevin; every consider shaving it off." Kevin's face turned 
beet  red and even I felt a twinge of sympathy for what he was going  through.

"I don't think he has", commented Master Jeb; "as a matter of fact, the last  
time I spoke with his father, I'm told that Kevin here doesn't even want to 
get  his hair cut until school starts up in the fall. He won't even cut it now 
for  the summer because of him going to summer school; but his dad thinks it 
is  because of a certain 'boy' that Kevin seems to  fancy."

"That's not true!" shouted Kevin. My dad doesn't know as much as he thinks he 
 does. I can cut my hair anytime I want to. I just like my long hair and my  
friend doesn't care one way or the other if my hair is long, short or shaved  
off."

Again the men seemed to pay little attention to Kevin's quick and short  
outburst. Mr. Thomas was messing around with something in his leather bag and  
nobody was saying much of anything; as I continued to move my head back and  
forth trying to see what was  happening.

I heard a little noise coming from the area of the small table as Mr. Thomas  
said 'it will take some time for the metal to liquefy'.  

"Excellent" said Master Troy. "That will give the slave time enough to thank  
Kevin for making him look so  pretty."

Kevin turned to face Master Troy, looking at him with a puzzled expression on 
 his  face.

"Kevin, since you helped make the slave nice and smooth and you even applied 
the  astringent, it only seems fitting that the slave thank you. I'm sure that 
we  adults could leave you alone with the slave for a few minutes so that the 
slave  might take care of your  erection."
"REALLY! Kevin shouted. "Shit that's awesome. You mean I can make him suck my 
 dick?"

Master Troy responded to the question by saying, "Certainly Kevin, but there 
is  only one stipulation before we leave you alone with him. And that one  
stipulation is that you allow Mr. Thomas to cut your  hair."

The idea of getting a blowjob from the very first slave he'd ever seen or  
touched overrode any and all reasoning for keeping his hair long. "Sure, for a  
blowjob, I'll get my hair  cut."

Kevin was quickly grabbed by the two Masters and pushed backwards very  
carefully, until he was standing between two dangling iron cuffs. Kevin's eyes  
nearly popped out of his head for a moment, until he was assured by Master Jeb  
that he wasn't going to be harmed. Well, needless to say, Kevin ended up with  
his legs spread out and cuffed as well; leaving him with only his mouth for  
defense.

Kevin seemed to focus his eyes directly onto me, as if he wanted me (of all  
people) to come to his rescue. Mr. Thomas approached Kevin with a battery  
operated hair clipper and taunted him by turning it on and off repeatedly.  

"It was nice to hear you generalize the 'hair cut'. Such a strong and healthy 
 young man like this needs to show off his body instead of hide it under a  
blanket of hair", Mr. Thomas  said.

Even I got the message on that one, but I'm not sure poor Kevin did; as the  
clippers came to life making quick work of giving the kid an instant crew cut. 
 "Now your dad won't rag on you about your long hair Kevin" said Mr. Thomas; 
"but  since you've got a long time before school starts why not just shave off 
all of  the stubbly shit and be done with it. Certainly your hair will grow 
back nicely  by  September."

Kevin was speechless, as the other man had located a small mirror and held it 
up  for Kevin to see his haircut. "Thanks Mike", I'd forgotten that we even 
had that  old mirror still down here; but since you used to spend hours and 
days down here  yourself, I should have known that you'd find it again" Master 
Jeb said to his  friend.

Apparently Kevin was smiling at what he was looking at. "See, you really look 
 better with short or no hair, compared to that fucking mop you used to have  
Kevin" Mr. Thomas said in a polite and courteous  way.

"Yes sir,  I think you are so right. I do look better. I guess I was just so 
scared to get  it cut off before, but now I really do like it. Maybe I'll 
shave it off tomorrow  and see what my friend says about it. If he can shave his 
nuts, I can shave my  head."

There certainly had to be a tremendous amount of trust that had built up over 
 the couple of years; as I couldn't believe my eyes or ears when all the  
haircutting took place. But, then again, I'm so gullible and naïve at times that  
I'd have bought property in a swamp when I was Kevin's age. I could sense 
that  more was coming but my own situation caused me to divert all of my 
attention  back to Mr. Thomas who, currently, was lowering my legs.  

My legs now ached a bit, as they lay flat on the table, still cuffed and  
chained. My right leg was bent at the knee and some sort of laminated surface  
was placed underneath my foot. As Mr. Thomas started searching through his bag,  
the two Masters kept me diverted by massaging my legs; while the guy, Mike, 
was  sweeping up Kevin's hair off of the  floor.

A simple click sound and the cuff was pulled off of my ankle. Master Jeb 
rubbed  my ankle vigorously, although the circulatory system was working fine; but 
I  didn't mind one bit; as the attention seemed to direct my thoughts away 
from my  surroundings. I did, however, notice that Kevin was still boned up and 
even  swaying slowing in his bindings as his eyes were glued to whatever Mr. 
Thomas  was about to  do.

Mr. Thomas put a new cuff around my ankle; but this one was not attached to  
anything, and it was at least an inch taller than the first one. It seemed to 
be  a lot smoother against my skin as well; as I focused my attention on what 
he  began saying to the other men in the dungeon. "This cuff is the latest and 
is  expected to be the standard cuff when the new legislation takes effect. 
As you  can see, the edges are beveled smooth and the inside has been honed to 
a mirror  finish which is supposed to keep the skin from chaffing. You'll 
notice that the  cuff has thicker and larger rings, two instead of the usual one. 
Now you'll also  notice that they don't use locks anymore; but as you can see 
that once the two  halves are in place, they come to form what is known as a 
barrel and this barrel  is filled with hot lead; which, once it has cooled, it 
forms a nearly  indestructible lock. The only way to remove the lead is to 
drill it out, so  unless you aren't planning on keeping a slave for a lengthy 
period, I'd  recommend not using this newer  version."

I didn't have a very clear view of the new cuff, but I did see Mr. Thomas 
reach  down and retrieved what looked like some kind of metal soup ladle. He put 
a  small funnel into the top of the barrel and began to pour the hot liquid. 
"The  good thing about this is that if you're careful; you won't cause any harm 
to the  flesh. It is much better than what is used in other countries, where 
they use  hot  rivets.

By the time the other cuff was put in place on my other ankle, the first cuff 
 was cool enough to attach the chain to it. After removing my leather mitts, 
my  wrists were done in the identical manner and I began to feel nauseated in 
my  stomach; knowing that my chances towards returning to 'normal' were fading 
 fast.

Mike came forward and looked at my toes and hands and very girly like, said 
that  I needed my nails trimmed. By the way he was acting I knew that he had to 
be the  'fem' in the group. I'd learned that much from Ryan several years 
ago, but  hadn't really experienced such. Not that I'm against what I used to 
call  'queenie' or 'swishy' gays; but I'd never, up till now, been 'exposed' to 
one.  No one responded to Mike's comments and I can only suppose that they felt 
such  attention wasn't  warranted.

Once my mitts were back in place, all of my limbs were once again stretched 
out;  which was something that I had hoped would have ended by now. "I don't 
see the  need to collar the slave at this time, as from my understanding, there 
may be  some kind of 'ceremonial' collaring during the 'tea party' this 
evening", Mr.  Thomas said, as Master Jeb was pulling his cellphone from his pant 
pocket. Mr.  Thomas went to work putting away the propane burner and the few 
items that he'd  taken from his bag; as Master Jeb took a number of steps away 
from me and used  the speed dial function on his  phone.

As I lay  there soaking up the only thing that I could see (Kevin), I was 
able to hear  most of the conversation; and I'm sure that at least one other 
person could as  well.
"Mr. Monroe, good morning. This is Jeb from up the road. Yes, just fine  
thanks. Oh no, Kevin is never a problem; he's always keeping busy and is a  
pleasure to have around. The reason I'm calling, is... well… do you recall that  
conversation that we had a few weeks back about Kevin's hair? Well, I just  
thought I'd call you and let you know that he finally got it cut. Yes indeed.  One 
of our friends is here visiting, and being a hair stylist, he said something  
to Kevin about his long hair and Kevin decided to get it cut. Yes, for real, 
not  a lie. No, shorter than that. To be honest Mr. Monroe, Kevin had his hair 
cut  down to military length. Oh, I'm happy to hear that you approve. Well, 
he's  talking about getting it shaved off and well, I told him that I'd have to 
speak  to you first. Yes, he can do that to, he does many head shaves during 
the  summer. Okay then, I'll relay the message. Who? He did? Well if he wants, 
just  have him come on up; I'm sure that Kevin forgot due to all of the work 
he's been  doing around here the last week or so. Perhaps if it warms up a bit 
more the two  can utilize the pool. No problem, we'd be pleased to help you 
out. Okay,  bye."

As Master Jeb started walking towards Kevin, poor Kevin's eyes seemed glued 
to  Master Jeb. I denoted a slight amount of water forming in his eyes. I think 
 Kevin just got himself into a situation that he can't get himself out  of.

"Kevin, did you forget something? Did you forget that your friend and you 
were  to spend the day together? Apparently his dad left him off at your house 
and you  weren't there. BUT, not to worry; he is walking up here to spend the 
day with  you. I'm sure you heard the conversation I had with your dad, and you 
can't deny  that I told nothing but the truth. His EXACT words were, "shave it 
off, I don't  care if he shaves it all off; better than looking at that 
'scruffy' stuff he  calls hair."  So now you don't have to worry about facing your 
father for  the first time when he sees you bare headed.  And, you dad is 
going out  this afternoon and he also has plans for this evening, so I offered to 
make sure  you that you and your friend were not getting yourselves into 
trouble and that  we'd make sure that you  ate."

Kevin's mouth was dropping and I'm sure that he was becoming a bit more  
frightful; knowing that his suck buddy was on his way up the road.

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