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North Country  Chapter  Twelve


The sweat was pouring off of Kevin's body like a river. I could see the look 
of  horror and disbelief in his eyes; thinking that his friend might see him 
all  trussed up like a common criminal.  Fortunately, for Kevin, that none of  
the adults were that cruel or demeaning towards him.  

Kevin's binding were quickly removed, and the redness in his face began to  
subside. As he went to grab his shorts, Henry came in and picked them, along  
with the sweat soaked tee shirt up off the floor. Henry remained silent as he  
moved towards the washing machine out in the other room. Master Troy,  
mercifully, told Kevin where he could find a towel, with which to cover himself  up.  

Minutes later, Henry returned to announce that 'there's a young man here to 
see  Kevin'.  He went up the stairs, only to come back with a seventeen year 
old  male close behind. If anyone was, or should be embarrassed, it was me; but 
once  again my list of such humiliation was far to long now to even begin to 
stir that  emotion.

Kevin was half way standing behind Master Jeb when the young man came into 
the  room. I sure that he didn't even notice Kevin's cut hair right away; as he  
seemed transfixed on seeing an adult chained up and spread, out like someone  
gutting a deer.

Master Troy was quick to acquaint the youth with  the other men in the room, 
and
to give him a brief explanation as to why  there was a man laying like I was 
on the table. The boy's name was Ray, and he  seemed to be thrilled at being 
included in Kevin's strange mix of adult friends.  It was only after Ray moved 
his gaze from me, that he noticed Kevin standing  there in a towel; but was 
more excited to notice that Kevin's head hair had been  buzzed  off.

After rubbing his hand over Kevin's stubbly head, Ray just had to inquire as 
to  the reasoning behind the towel. "So what's with the towel Kev? You been 
having  sex with these guys or what? You know that I've told you a thousand 
times that  you are not even allowed to touch your own cock, unless I give you  
permission!"

Instantly, there was a sea of white teeth showing on all of the adults. 
Kevin's  friend had just confirmed what they had already suspected. Kevin was a  
submissive teenage boy, who answered to his life long friend for just about  
everything.

Before Kevin could get a word in, Master Troy explained that there had been 
no  sex and he went on to further explain the reason for Kevin to be wrapped in 
a  towel. Master Jeb followed up with his interpretive explanation of Kevin's 
hair  cut and the phone conversation that he just had with Kevin's dad; all 
of which  Ray seemed to  accept.

As Ray stepped forward, towards Kevin, he extended his hand and yanked the 
towel  away saying, "if you can expose yourself to men, then you sure as hell 
can  expose yourself to me the same way." Kevin stood there, wanting 
instinctively to  cover his cock and balls with his hands; but Ray was quick to tell him 
not to  bother. Moments later, Kevin's cock began to rise and everyone, 
including  myself, couldn't help but to notice it.  

There was a short discussion about Kevin's stubbles and Ray suggested that 
his  'suck buddy' shave the stubbles off. "And maybe, just maybe we shouldn't 
stop  with just his head. By the looks of Kev's cock, I think he's trying to 
tell us  to clip his boy hair too; and we may was well shave it too, if we're 
going to  clip  it."

The strong ceiling lights allowed everyone to notice that Kevin's eyes were  
beginning to show signs of tearing up; so Master Troy quickly changed the  
subject, suggesting that the two of them probably needed time to talk alone.  
Mike suggested that the two boys go upstairs and get themselves a cold soda and  
head out to the pool; which seemed agreeable to the two  'lovers'.

With the teens out of the way, everyone's attention reverted back to the 
naked  slave, ME!  Mr. Thomas suggested that they get busy with 'ringing'; and  
that's when the men began to talk up a  storm.

"So you are planning the cutting and cockhead ring to be done at the 'tea  
party'; but we can do the rest of them now?" asked Master  Jeb.

"You have his cock ring, right?" added Master  Troy.

"I can't wait to see him squirm and scream." Added  Mike

Without responding to their questions and remarks, Mr. Thomas set his bag 
down  on the table between my legs. He pulled out a paper sheet and draped it 
over my  torso. He lifted up the sheet just over each of my nipples and sliced a 
small  hole in the sheet; leaving my tits exposed above the sheet.  

Two small bottles were placed on the sheet, along with several shiny rings,  
which looked to big to be used for body piercing. Then he removed a large ring 
 from his bag and began pushing my balls through it. After he had pulled my 
nuts  through the ring, he began shoving my cock through; using my foreskin as 
the  place he chose to grip. It didn't take any more than a minute for Mr. 
Thomas to  complete this part and I could feel my cock begin to stir. I wasn't in 
any  position to see down my body, so I could only rely on what my body was  
feeling.

"Damn, that is one wide cock ring", exclaimed Master  Jeb

"I'm sure the boy will acquire the needed fortitude to endure the results"  
replied Mr. Thomas. "At least, when he walks upright, if he ever does, his nuts 
 won't get in the way of his  thighs."

"He must really like the feel of the steel on his balls. His slave dick is  
getting stiffer every second", Master Troy laughingly said to the group. Even 
if  I was blind, I too could tell that my cock was rising well above my own 
body;  while my nuts felt like they were going to  explode.

"Well I'm sure that he'll get his nuts stretched out nicely, just like Mike 
did  when he first submitted to his new life as my personal slave", Mr. Thomas 
said  without as much an expression in his voice. This comment told me two 
things.  Number One… They had more plans for me and Number Two… This Mike 
character was  partnered with Mr. Thomas. Partnered, might just not be the proper 
word to use,  but for me… the two were an item, of  sorts.

I felt a cold liquid being applied to each of my nipples, and then the smell 
of  alcohol filled my sense of smell. My eyes then caught a quick glimpse of 
some  brown liquid being squirted onto a cotton ball, just before Mr. Thomas 
began  swabbing my nipples with  it.

"It seems the boy is deemed to wear these two nipple rings. I, myself, would  
have preferred thicker ones, but I'm just installing what is asked for. At 
least  they aren't to small and I'm sure the extra weight of this steel bead 
will be a  constant reminder to it, that even the tits no longer belong to it. In 
no time  at all, its tits will hand like a sow's teats." Mr. Thomas said 
rather sullenly.  I just increased Mike's to a double 0 gage and they look quite 
nice. So our  friends Mikey, just how much better you look. Just slip out of 
your tank top and  stay bare chest for the remainder of the  day."

I turned my head to see Mike's larger nipple rings, but the bright lights  
prevented me from seeing them; but the comments made by the two Masters, indeed  
verified the new rings as a 'pair of the thickest and biggest' they've ever  
seen.

"I guess we better get started on these rings if we plan on allowing 
ourselves  enough time to do other things", Mr. Thomas said rather abruptly, and then  
calling Mike over to assist  him.

"I really don't see the need to silence it; so I'll start on the right one." 
Mr.  Thomas alerted the two Masters. "Since its to have a deep piercing, Mike 
will  hold the one clamp out away from the body while my clamp will function 
as the  target  area."

The instant Mike squeezed my right nipple, I let out a 'ouch'; and that 
brought  out a smile from Mike, evil as it appeared and a couple of "easy boy, 
easy" from  Mr. Thomas. It was easy enough to feel Mike pulling my nipple away 
from my  chest, as the second clamp was roughly clamped shut behind it. I began 
to thrash  around from the initial pain and the two Masters quickly grabbed a 
leg to  maintain a constant downward pressure on my  body.

"I should have added a chest strap before we started, but I didn't think this 
it  was going to be such a pussy about it." Mr. Thomas said, apparently upset 
that I  was rebelling against his nipple piercing process. "I'm going to 
fucking enjoy  running this large needle into his tit. It is so much better to do 
thick  piercings compared to those tiny needles most of the girly boys want 
done at the  club."

I didn't see the needle coming, but I sure as hell felt it as it torn through 
my  skin, allowing a small trickle of blood to pool on top of the paper 
sheet. When  he held up the ring which he planned on putting in my nipple, I about 
fucking  died. I was still mumbling to myself, cheeks wet with my own tears, 
as he used  the steel ring to push the needle out the other side. I had no idea 
that Masters  Jeb and Troy had their hands over their mouths, muffling their 
laughter, nor did  I realize that my chest was still heaving, sucking in air 
so fast that I was  becoming light headed. It took a bit before the sensation 
of pain subsided in my  nipple; but seeing the size of the steel bead that 
would complete the  installation could only mean more discomfort every time the 
nipple ring would  move.

Unfamiliar to body piercing as I was, I tensed up, as the second nipple felt 
the  sharp prick of the needle. I was holding my breath as my flesh was opened 
up,  allowing the needle to finally exit. The brief flash of heat followed by 
the  pain was almost overwhelming. This time I could even feel the rivulets 
of blood  pour out of my ravaged nipple. I realized after a moment or two that 
I wasn't  breathing and quickly started to inhale; which thankfully seemed to 
somehow  reduce the throbbing in my nipple. However, I was astutely aware of 
the intense  situation when Mike removed his clamp from the tip of the nipple; 
allowing the  blood to return as I'm positive that you could feel my pulse 
beating  wildly.

Again, Mr. Thomas began to push the large needle out the other side using the 
 mammoth ring as leverage. Once done, he slowly, with a great deal of  
manipulations; used a weird looking tool to put into place the two large steel  
beads, forever committing my nipples to a life of stretching, and  abuse.

"I've heard nothing about a nose ring for it, but I'm okay with installing 
one  now; or we can wait and do it when the ceremonial cutting takes place. I'm 
sure  that it will not only look better but the ring will also ensure a more 
docile  slave", commented Mr. Thomas. "There is no better sound, than that of 
nose  cartilage cracking under the pressure of the nasal  punch."

"Well, that is so true; but we do have the slave's ears to do yet. It will 
make  controlling it's head so much easier once the piercings have healed. 
There's  nothing better than to have a head with large ear rings on it so a 'real' 
man  has something nice to hold onto while his own cock is being praised and  
worshiped with a slaves mouth and tongue", Master Troy added to the  
conversation.

All eyes seemed to go toward Mike, who, from where I was laying didn't have a 
 nose ring, or ear rings. "Maybe for our afternoon entertainment, Mikey here 
will  submit to having a few piercings added; since he only has two, a few 
more might  just make him a little bit more subservient", added Master  Jeb.

I couldn't help but to wonder which or where Mike had his piercings; but one  
thing was almost a certainty, his cock had to have been pierced. It wasn't 
much  longer before Mr. Thomas was busy with my ears, and once again I became  
concerned that I was becoming more freakish than ever imagined; but I had to  
console myself with the knowledge that some day, some how, I'd be just a normal 
 guy  again.

My ears now matched my nipple rings and while I was still laying flat on the  
table; my new ear rings felt like they weighed a ton. I could only imagine 
what  my nipples were going to feel like once I was let up off of the table. 
Nothing  in my life had ever hurt so much as the rings in my nipples; but 
listening to  and processing all of the conversations, I was aware now that the worst 
was yet  to  come.

"Perhaps we should go upstairs or outside and leave it to meditate on how to  
properly please a master", Master Jeb interjected. "We really shouldn't be  
leaving the two boys alone for to long least they find ways of enjoying one  
another's  company."

"Good suggestion Jeb", replied Mr. Thomas; "I could go for a cold drink about 
 now, and I'm sure that Mikey would enjoy a refreshing bowl of water. He's 
been  fortunate that I've allowed him his 'free speech' day today. Normally, I'd 
have  him silent and totally naked; which perhaps for the 'tea party' I'll 
have  changed my mind. My boy and this thing might make for an interesting 
party.  We've not had a wild party in quite some time and if you include the two  
outside, well what can I say. I guess I just might have to make sure that my  
razor is extra sharp, might just be having more to do, but I'm not one to  
complain."

As the men left, some of the lights went black; while others seemed to glow  
softly. At least now I could keep my eyes open and not have that blinding 
light  right in my face. In the solitude of the dungeon I was beginning to process 
the  events of the day; which weren't hard to think about, as the pain in my 
nipples  remained a constant reminder that they were already  deformed.

I tried to divert the attention from my body, back to the dungeon; as I moved 
my  head from side to side, even craning my neck to see down my body. My cock 
was  sticking up in the air and it was easy to see my, low hangers, now 
bunched up  underneath my dick. The ring they referred to as a cock ring, was about 
an inch  wide and appeared to be quite thick. I was still amazed at the 
amount of  equipment in the dungeon and could only imagine the uses for it. I 
looked over  at the cuffs and chains which had held Kevin immobile earlier and for 
a moment I  could see myself in the same situation.  The thought of me hanging 
there,  exposed, seemed to send a surge of blood into my cock. I had to admit 
to myself  that seeing Kevin exposed, was a bit of a rush for me. If I could 
have such a  feeling, then I knew that the men probably had a more domineering 
feeling. I  suppose that I'd equated Kevin to the mayor's boy which brought 
back thoughts of  his cock in my mouth along with the sweet taste and smell of 
youthful  cum.

I tried for some time to imagine what everyone was doing upstairs, but my 
mind  wanted to play games with me. I struggled with thoughts of the two who'd 
been  taken away from the camp; wondering if indeed Vince was now a castrated 
slave  and if the teen from the grocery store had been given as a birthday 
present  already. I recounted my futile attempt at escape, and savored the memories 
of  the sex with some of the men. The more I thought about sucking their 
cocks and  feeling them unload their sperm in my ass; my own cock was straining 
against the  confines of the cock ring. It hurt so bad, it almost felt good. I 
couldn't  figure out why I was even thinking this way, when my eyes caught a 
glimmer of a  tiny red light flashing up in the ceiling. Two more flashing red 
lights in  different parts of the dungeon caused me to realize that the same 
kind of red  lights were all over the place where I used to work. They just had 
to be part of  a closed circuit monitoring  system.

Henry appeared next to me, which startled me quite a bit. He stood there 
gazing  at my body and seemed to be in a different world. It didn't make me 
nervous, but  with him standing there just staring the way he was, seemingly in a 
zombie state  of mind; I couldn't help but to wonder what he was  thinking.

The next thing I know, Henry is between my outstretched legs rubbing my 
hairless  scrotum; mumbling something to himself which I couldn't understand. I 
watched  with concern as Henry lowered his mouth to my cock and began kissing the 
tip. My  cock twitched backwards each time he kissed it, and I could feel my 
nuts trying  to draw up and away from the confines of the cock ring; which was 
probably a  natural response to sexual arousal. "I'm going to miss seeing 
your foreskin  slave", Henry said rather sadly. "I've had to see many cocks lose 
their skin and  it saddens me so. But at least for now, you get to keep these 
(rubbing my  balls); which is something that I can say are quite nice as well. 
I don't have  mine anymore, and it is times such as this that I seem to miss  
them."

Back up a minute here!  Henry is kissing my cock head and at the same time  
telling me that he doesn't have any nuts? Please don't tell me that he allowed  
them to be removed. Maybe he was in an accident and lost them. Maybe they 
were  diseased and had to be removed. None of these men would have taken Henry's 
nuts  just for the sake of having a eunuch houseboy  around?

Henry left as stealthily as he'd arrived; leaving me once again to ponder the 
 upcoming party. I wasn't so much thinking about the party as I was about my 
own  family. At times like these is when I'd wished I had spent more time with 
my  parents and brothers instead of burying myself into my work. They all 
knew of my  vacation plans and that I'd be away from my place for just under 
three weeks;  which meant that nobody, except Ryan, had any clue as to my 
situation. Dwelling  on my younger brother, I began to see the possibilities that kept 
us aloof of  each others life. Not that I consider myself mean spirited, but 
I can see where  Ryan would think that I didn't care much for his lifestyle; 
even though I knew  it wasn't a choice which he could have made. Discounting 
every single one of his  invitations to hang with him and to meet his circle of 
friends, was surely  something that apparently he held against me; although he 
made a tireless effort  to accept my invitations for dinner or simply to 
watch a sport on the  television. We never talked much about his life or his 
friends, and for all I  knew, he was having a well rounded life. I never once heard 
him mention if he  had a boyfriend or a lover. As good looking as he is, it 
now seems odd that he  never broached the subject during our get together. Ryan 
is a hard working man,  who never seemed to desire the 'finer' things in life 
like I do. If he had a  roof over his head and food on the table, Ryan was a 
happy camper. Hell, I don't  think he's ever purchased a new vehicle in his 
life. The last time I saw him  drive, he was behind the wheel of an old  Chevy.

Henry came back, with a plastic sports bottle in his hand and told me that I 
was  to consume the liquid within. He placed the straw to my mouth and I drank 
it all  down; without any thought or question as to what it was that I was 
drinking. All  I know is that it was cold and tasted like a zesty, sour 
grapefruit. Henry  smiled as I removed my lips from the straw. "Good boy, good boy; 
soon you'll be  having cramps in your stomach, but you must wait until you are 
released from  your bindings before you are permitted to evacuate your  bowels."

Within fifteen minutes my gut was in turmoil and I could actually feel my 
bowels  begin to flex. When the lights came back on, everyone could see the 
degree of  distress I was in; but that only brought about a series of belly laughs 
and  snide remarks. Master Jeb began to quickly lower my arms and legs back 
down onto  the table; as Mike and Master Troy eased me ever so slowly down to 
the  floor.

I was told to use the toilet in the far corner of the room, which meant that 
I  had to crawl over the rough bricks which wasn't as simple as one might 
think.  Master Troy was waiting on me when I got there and he had me back in, over 
the  toilet, raise myself up just enough so that I wouldn't splatter the 
entire area.  He then told me to reach either between my legs or reach around and 
remove my  butt plug. It was as if a dam had broken, the second the plug was 
out. Master  Troy commanded control of the flushing mechanism which he had to 
activate at  least three times; for which I, and all the others were gratefully 
appreciative.  I wasn't aware, until Master Troy used it; but he used a small 
hose to rinse off  my ass; and then he allowed me to say firm until the water 
had dripped  completely off my  butt.

I thought the degradation of shitting in front of everyone was over; but 
Master  Troy had one last thing for me to do before I was allowed to move. The 
butt plug  that had been up my ass, was now in my mouth; which Master Troy 
expected me to  clean it properly before releasing it from between my  lips.

After the plug was back inside my ass, I was taken, not back to the table; 
but I  had to follow the males up the outside stairs into the bright sunlight. 
The more  my guts settled down, the more I began to notice the intense 
discomfort of my  recent piercings. I hated to admit to myself, that Mr. Thomas had 
been right all  along and that I would always know that the rings were on my  
body.

The grass was a gift on my knees, as it was cool and rather soft; compared to 
 the brick floor and the concrete steps. I heard car motors coming and going 
and  I wasn't at first, at all sure if they could see my nakedness from the 
road, but  I realized that there was at least one male figure behind me; 
shielding my  exposure from the road. There was a hedge around the sides and back of 
the  property which seemed to be more than six feet in height, so that took 
care of  any worries I had about any neighbors seeing me. The air smelled fresh, 
yet it  still had a twinkling of 'city' smog. In the back of the house I 
quickly noticed  Mr. Thomas sitting by the pool, with what may have been a cold 
glass of  lemonade. Kevin's friend was sitting on the top step, which led into 
the shallow  end of the pool; and Kevin was just below him, with his head 
buried in the  crotch of his buddy. It wasn't until I got closer, that I discovered 
that Kevin  was servicing Ray's cock, right there in front of Mr. Thomas. Not 
even our added  presence seemed to deter Kevin from sucking cock; but what I 
couldn't have seen  was Ray holding a rope which had been tightly wrapped 
around Kevin's nutsack,  apparently being used as a 'threat' in order for Kevin to 
continue sucking. For  some strange reason, just witnessing the sex act, 
started to get more blood  pumping into my cock; which in turn, seemed to 
understand the threshold limits  of being surrounded by my new cock  ring.

I began to have more of those agonizing thoughts. Not that any of them were 
bad  this time; but they seemed to provoke my thinking to go deeper into my 
life and  invade my 'comfort zone' a bit more. I ended up being stopped, on the 
opposite  side of the pool that Mr. Thomas. I noticed that I was the only one, 
who was  completely left in total sunlight. All of the others had begun to 
take seats  around Mr. Thomas and appeared to be entertained by Kevin and  Ray.

My knees were still aching, from all the days of crawling around; but I had  
noticed the beginning formation of callous. It was difficult for me to be  
kneeling now; as my nipple rings were really starting to aggravate my tits and  
the new earrings weren't feeling much better. As I moved my eyes around, it was 
 nothing less than shear beauty that I saw. I had never seen such an 
abundance of  flowers and blooming shrubs. It was a reminder to me that there was 
beauty  beyond the life I had in the  city.

I caught sight of the back door opening and I watched as Henry came out 
carrying  a tray of cold drinks. He slipped back in the house and quickly returned 
with  another tray, this one piled high with finger sandwiches. Once more, 
Henry made  his way back into the house; but not before stopping and giving me a 
long  stare.

Minutes later, Henry re-appeared and was holding a large towel and a plastic  
spray bottle. As he began walking in my direction, I became a little  
apprehensive as to what was going to happen to me  next.

Henry stopped right in front of me, his eyes wide and his teeth were glaring 
as  white as snow. It wasn't difficult, from my position, to notice his cock 
bulging  beneath his nylon running shorts; and I was positive that he wasn't 
wearing  underwear. His body glistened, as if he'd spent countless hours working 
out and  spent ample time in the  sun.

Henry opened the towel and then began to fold it into something quite small, 
but  thick. He then placed it right in front of my knees and told me to move 
up onto  the towel. The sensation of not only the softness of the fabric, but 
the cushion  of support it was supplying to my knees was a welcome relief; and 
my face must  have shown my approval as he said to me, "Master is not as cruel 
as you may  think."

He began spraying the top of my head with what smelled like suntan oil and 
then  proceeded to rub it rather briskly into my skin. Henry continued with his  
application of the oil until he got down to my cock and balls. "You'll need 
to  stand up, briefly, and spread your slave legs so that I can get into all of 
your  'hidden'  places."

After I was standing, Henry once again spoke; " you can't be this stupid can  
you?  You haven't displayed one proper slave position since you've been  
outside, and if you haven't noticed… Master Troy is making himself notes on your  
failures." My eyes moved slightly to the right and indeed Master Troy was 
adding  my infractions to his pad of paper. "Put your hands behind your head 
slave,  unless you want Master Troy to keep adding demerits. I can tell you from 
past  experience, that Master Troy can wheel a mean whip during his 'tea 
parties'. So  get with the fucking program or even I might have to suffer on your  
account."

I pulled my hands up into the proper position lightning fast, as I for one  
didn't want any form of disciplinary action taken towards me; let alone cause  
Henry to get punished for something I did or didn't do. I guess that I wasn't  
thinking about pleasing the two Masters; so I had to start remembering  
everything they were teaching  me.

Henry was standing behind me, oiling up my ass crack and began to speak to me 
in  a lower tone of voice; "During the week, it's just going to be me and you 
around  the house during the day. Well, not exactly around the house; you'll 
always be  in master's dungeon, but I'll be tending to your needs plus all the 
directions  either of the masters gives me. You won't even have to shave 
yourself, as I'm  going to be in charge of all those kind of things. They don't 
want you doing  anything that you used to do when you were a free man. I'll do 
my best to teach  you, as they wish you taught; but if you fuck up or try to be 
some kind of smart  ass about your training, I'm required to inform the 
masters when they return  home from their daily jobs. We will, or should I say, 
I'll have, more time to  speak openly to you, but when the masters are home, I'm 
required to say as  little as possible to you. By the end of next week you'll 
be a new man… I mean  slave, as I consider myself an excellent instructor on 
the 'finer points' of  slave  training."

Gee, Henry sure sounded friendly, yet confident in his assigned task around 
this  place. I was surprised, yet happy, that he even spoke to me now. "Don't 
be to  alarmed about the 'tea party' either. They are pretty mundane, but from 
time to  time they can get a little out of hand. This one is being hosted 
especially for  you and you alone. I guess there is something rather special about 
you that I  don't  know."

I found it difficult to concentrate on what Henry was saying, just for the 
mere  fact that he was now massaging the oil all around the butt plug and he 
would  occasionally slip a finger between the base of it and my ass; getting part 
of a  finger up inside of me. I was hoping that he wouldn't stop, as it was 
probably  the most intimate thing that I had felt in some time; as Henry wasn't 
being  malicious while he was fulfilling his  obligations.
Once Henry had moved to my front side, things seemed to escalate; well… I 
should  say that his application of the oil on my cock and balls nearly brought 
me to  orgasm more than once; but Henry stopped well short of the event. I was 
almost  beginning to believe, as hard as it may sound, that Henry and I were 
going to  become good friends.  

Compared to everything I was put through at the camp, my life seemed to be 
less  stressful. I hadn't been fucked or made to suck a cock here, yet. I hadn't 
 really been immersed in pain, other than the piercings. None of the males 
had  made me feel like crap and I seemed to be less interested in finding an 
escape.  I knew that for some weird reason, my life was still changing and that 
there was  no doubt in my mind that I had a tremendous amount left to endure 
through a  strict learning process. I suppose that this upcoming party would be 
a defining  moment in my life; one in which I wasn't all that keen to be the 
center of  everyone's attention.  

Henry gave my body one final light spray of the oil before leaving me there  
kneeling in the proper position, as the males began to take stabbing glances 
in  my direction. Being outside like this reminded me of the times when I was  
secured to one of the tables at camp; but at least now I was able to see  
everything.

I didn't hear what Master Jeb was saying, but it apparently was directed to  
Kevin. Kevin stood up in the clear pool water, and it was then that I saw his  
balls wrapped tightly in the rope. Ray removed the rope and Kevin stepped out 
of  the pool and went to standing alongside of Master Jeb for a moment; 
listening to  whatever it was that Master Jeb was saying to  him.

Kevin's tan line was well defined, so I had to assume that he spent a lot of  
time in the sun, wearing the skimpy shorts. He didn't have much of a butt, 
but  what he did have was well proportioned to the rest of his lean and taut 
body. I  watched as Kevin turned and headed in my direction, with all eyes on  
him.

Standing in front of me, looking rather sheepish, I couldn't help but notice  
that his cock was as hard as a rock. "I suppose you know, slave, why I'm  
standing here. I'm sure you remember that you owe me something for helping out  
with your hair removal, and don't think for a second that I haven't been 
waiting  for your mouth sucking on my dick. Now get down into the position that 
Master  Troy taught you and get to work sucking the spunk out of my  cock."

For just a split second, I was flabbergasted by the way in which this young 
man  spoke to me; but I quickly realized that he too was a free man. I had no 
choice  but to rest my butt on the heels of my feet; as Kevin stepped closer. I 
could  see that the tip of his cock was already displaying signs of sexual 
arousal. As  Kevin thrust his hips towards me, his cock made contact with my 
lips and I  instinctively opened up and allowed him to place his manhood on my 
tongue. I did  the best I could to please him. I knew that there were probably 
tens of  thousands of gay men in America that could do a much better job at 
sucking his  cock; but it was up to me to do MY best to bring him pleasure. I 
sucked and  licked while Kevin maintained a slow back and forth motion; and 
before long I  could feel his cock hitting the back of my mouth, almost to the 
point of  activating my gag reflex. I was grateful that he wasn't one of those who 
liked  to be overly aggressive while getting sucked. Amazingly I was able to 
get all of  his cock in my mouth without choking. I don't know whether it was 
from his soft  encouraging words about how I needed to relax my throat 
muscles; or was it  merely the fact that I had become so engrossed with this man's 
cock that  everything was going so nicely. His pubic hair was still wet and had 
a faint  hint of chlorine embedded when it reached my face. It brought back a 
flash  memory of when I used to have hair surrounding my own cock. Kevin 
finally froze,  and for the first time ever; I could actually feel a man's cock 
spasm as sperm  worked its way up and out. It was a unique experience, one which 
I'll never  forget, as string after string of sweet tasting cum awakened my 
taste buds.  "Thanks boy, that was one good blowjob for somebody who hasn't had 
much  experience. I hope you can suck me again before I have to go home." 
That's all  Kevin said as he pulled his deflating cock from my mouth and returned 
to Master  Jeb.

I quickly resumed my proper position; but for some reason I saw Master Troy  
making another note in his notepad. I'm sure I had done anything  wrong.

Henry came back out, but this time he was carrying a tray which he sat down 
on  another one of the tables; as Mr. Thomas got up and went over to Henry. The 
next  thing I know is that Mr. Thomas is calling for Ray and it was also the 
first  time I'd seen him naked. Sure enough, just like Kevin had said; Ray had 
been  shaving the hair off of his own  balls.

Ray and Mr. Thomas spoke briefly and then Ray called out for Kevin. Kevin 
seemed  to back up a foot or two while Ray was talking to him; but whatever Ray 
was  saying finally seemed to agree with Kevin. Henry brought over one of the 
pool  chairs and placed it right next to the table and Kevin was guided to the 
chair  by his buddy, Ray.  

I watched, as Ray applied an ample of amount of shaving cream from an aerosol 
 can onto Kevin's head. With Mr. Thomas's direction and guidance; Ray began 
to  shave the stubble from Kevin's head. I never saw a hint of a smile on 
Kevin's  face the entire time; so I wasn't sure if Kevin really wanted his friend 
to be  shaving off the last remnants of his stubbles. It was almost as if I was 
 watching a replay of my own shaving, as Kevin was made to stand up and get 
his  armpits shaved, then his arms followed by his  legs.

Kevin stood perfectly still as I watched Henry pass a pair of scissors to 
Ray.  Ray knelt down and began clipping off the hair that was just minutes 
earlier  pressing against my face. By the time Ray was finished, Kevin's crotch 
looked  like a pre-pubescent boy. I instantly knew that his denuding and mine were 
now a  matched pair; which to an observer would also make my crotch look like 
a kid's.  

Kevin's final position, draped over the back of the chair; allowed Ray to get 
 between the ass cheeks and scrap off any youthful  hairs.

Within a matter of minutes, Kevin was being led towards me; with Ray using  
Kevin's cock as a leash. As Kevin moved passed me, I could see a few tear drops 
 running down his face. Kevin was then made to kneel about three feet to my 
left;  as I heard his friend Ray speaking to  him.

"Now don't go on crying Kevin. You know you've wanted this ever since we've 
been  together and now that you have your wish, you shouldn't be fussing like 
this. It  makes me look bad in front of your guy friends. So for the rest of 
the day,  whatever they make this other slave do, I'm going to make you do. I 
won't be  hurting you any, or anything like that; but with you two boys kneeling 
side by  side, it will give your neighbors here something beautiful to look  
at."

"Sir, yes Sir", Kevin said to his best  friend.

As Ray moved by me, I was thinking that he was going to stop and have me suck 
 him off, but I wasn't sure if he rather preferred getting a blowjob from 
Kevin  instead. I watched as Henry cleaned up from the shaving and returned to 
the  house. I could see him through the kitchen window and he didn't seem the 
least  bit interested in what was happening at the  pool.

With Kevin and me pretty much 'out of the picture' for now, the men stripped  
down and stepped into the pool. Ray sat by himself just amazed that the men  
didn't care if he saw them naked or not. Once the men were waist deep in the  
water, there wasn't much for Ray to look, so he turned his attention towards 
the  two of us. He began stroking his cock and it soon was standing tall 
without any  further assistance. I suppose Ray was sending Kevin a signal by sitting 
there  with his hardon, and I'm sure that Kevin was agitated that he wasn't 
over there  between Ray's knees sucking on the monster  cock.

As the men continued to talk while in the pool, Henry came out and said  
something to Ray; and then the two of them came over and had the two of us  follow 
them back inside to the dungeon. It seemed funny, watching Kevin crawl on  
his hands and knees; but I'm sure that I looked funny at first  too.

Downstairs Kevin and I got a good enema, but mine went rather quick as there  
wasn't really much inside; not after that violent dump I had a couple of 
hours  earlier. Kevin's took awhile, as Ray hadn't ever done one before. Henry had 
the  patience of Job, while he guided Ray through every step, even explaining 
the  reasons for always having a slave with a squeaky clean asshole. A couple 
of  times, Kevin moaned and even pleaded with Ray to stop the flow of water; 
but Ray  answered back with a major swat of his hand on Kevin's  butt.

What surprised me the most was when it came time for our bathing; Henry had 
Ray  scrub us both. A smart move on Henry's part, perhaps; as I  wasn't sure if 
 Kevin knew that Henry had lost his testicles, and for sure he didn't want to 
 announce such a thing to Ray; not yet anyway. I still couldn't get over just 
how  angelic Kevin looked without any hair, it was almost mesmerizing. Could 
others,  like the two Masters, have the same opinion of me? Such a weird 
feeling to have  to live  with.

The one thing I noticed rather quickly was how pink my skin was. I guess it 
was  still getting use to being exposed to sun light that caused it to turn 
pink;  thankfully I hadn't gotten a sunburn. Even Kevin's butt cheeks and crotch 
area  seemed to also have a faint shade of pink. If they kept me out in the 
sun every  day, I'd have a tan that would resemble the major portion of what 
Kevin looked  like.

Henry excused himself momentarily, and ran upstairs. Ray began telling Kevin 
how  much he loved him, just for the fact that he'd allowed himself to be 
shaved and  exposed for what he really was and wanted. I took that to mean that 
Kevin had  finally come to terms with allowing Ray to dominate him completely. 
Ray  immediately presented his shaft to Kevin and without hesitation Kevin was  
eagerly sucking away. I have to admit, that Kevin was doing a worldly job,  
considering the size of Ray's cock. I know that a cock that size, regardless of 
 who it belonged to, would certainly have choked the life out of me. Not that 
 Ray's cock was a 'freak of nature' but one wouldn't normally see such a long 
and  thick cock on a  man.

When Henry returned, he handed Ray what Henry called "half sticks' of Crisco. 
 Apparently Henry had cut the log of grease length way, in half. Half for me, 
 half for Kevin. Since I'd already experienced the chilling sensation I knew 
what  to expect but Kevin let it be known that it wasn't such a nice thing to 
be doing  to a friend. Ray, on the other hand, had to remind Kevin. "Right now 
boy, you're  my slave. A slave never tells his master was is good and what is 
bad. You'll do  as I say, without as much as a  word."

Henry gave my butt plug to Ray, and Ray seemed overly anxious to push it into 
 me; but thankfully it went in without much resistance, and oddly enough I 
felt  something strange deep within me beginning to happen. I don't know what it 
was,  or is, but I just knew that something was taking place and I didn't 
have control  over  it.

I caught Henry handing Ray another plug, much smaller than mine; and without 
as  much as a word to Kevin, Ray began to insert the latex plug into Kevin's 
rectum.  Kevin began to scream and pull away from Ray. It was now clear to me 
that  Kevin's ass was virgin territory. With a bit of assistance from Henry, 
holding  Kevin still, Ray was able to ease the plug completely into his friend's 
ass. "I  already told you… what the other slave gets… YOU get."  

With tears on his face, snot running out of his nose, Kevin managed to say,  
"Sir, yes  Sir."

"This should make you feel better", Ray said; turning Kevin around so that he 
 was facing me and the others. Kevin immediately latched on to his friends 
cock  and began sucking like a calf to its  mommy.

Henry glanced at his watch and realized that time was quickly passing. 
"Master  Ray, if you don't mind me saying; I've got to get things ready for the 
party and  I'm sure the other masters and Mike are needing their drinks refreshed. 
If you  wouldn't mind Sir, could you watch both slaves for a few minutes 
until I  return?"

Ray didn't have to answer, as loud footsteps were easily detected stomping 
down  the stairs. As Henry and Ray looked to see who was coming, I turned and 
entered  the proper slave position which I'd been shown. Kevin followed my 
example and  now both of us had our asses showing to whoever was coming our  way.

It turned out to be Mr. Thomas and his boy, Mike. They'd already gotten their 
 clothes back on and seemed to have had a nice time with the others in the 
pool.  I was excited to see that Mike was allowed to wear clothes and that his 
Master  gave him at least this day to act as normal as allowed.  

Henry explained everything to Mr. Thomas and departed upstairs. Mr. Thomas 
and  Mike pulled Ray out of hearing range and had a nice chat with him; more 
than  likely about  Kevin.

Both of us were 'escorted' from the shower room and back into the working  
portion of Master Troy's and Master Jeb's  dungeon.

I watched intently as Kevin climbed up onto the same table that I'd been 
bound  to earlier. As Ray began to bind the boys limbs to the table; Mr. Thomas 
and  Mike made me crawl over to something that looked like a big giant 'X'. 
After  standing up and moving myself backwards, the two men chained my cuffs to 
the  frame. From where I was, I could easily see Kevin's body lying flat; with  
Kevin's eyes displaying, for the first time, a look of fear. There wasn't a 
damn  thing I could do to relieve Kevin's fear, except to make myself appear as 
calm  and collected as ever; which hopefully would transmit an aire of 
security to the  frightened  teenager.

Mr. Thomas was talking to Ray, while Mike seemed to be enjoying the youthful, 
 helpless Kevin. His hands were enticing the teen's nipples and the normal  
reaction to such a treatment was more than obvious; and now without any hair to 
 shroud the base of Kevin's cock it continued to enthrall me. Why all of this 
was  starting to effect in such I way, I'm not sure; however, maybe I 
shouldn't put  to much into the 'whys' and just settle for it being a fact which was 
now  becoming a part of my  existence.

I heard more footsteps and saw Mr. Thomas quickly turn to see who was coming. 
 Mike also looked, removing his hands from Kevin's chest. Mr. Thomas held his 
 hand up to Ray and told him to 'stay put'; as he and Mike walked out of the  
room.

I looked as well, but from my position all I could see were only the legs of  
three men. In my position it would have made no difference who they were, but 
I  hoped that it was not someone who carried a mean streak. I caught a look 
of  fright on Ray's face; which thankfully Kevin couldn't  see.
I  watched as the men seemed to stop and talk with Mr. Thomas for a minute; 
and  then as they turned towards us, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was 
Masters Troy  and Jeb accompanied by a third man whom I didn't  recognize.

The men neared Ray first and the stranger said something quietly to him; as 
the  man seemed to be looking up and down Ray's naked body. I'm guessing that 
Ray had  wished he at least had his shorts on, but thankfully Ray's body went  
unscathed.

It was something you couldn't orchestrate; as the man turned towards Kevin 
and  Kevin turned his head towards the man. I could see Kevin's body tense up 
and  arch, as the man approached  him.

"Easy son", the man said to Kevin. "There is no need to be alarmed. I've  
suspected your desires to have Ray as your lover for some time  now."

"But Dad, no Dad, it isn't what you think!" yelled Kevin. "You don't'  
understand. We were just playing Dad,  honest."

"Kevin, I'm not stupid you know." His dad replied. "I don't care if you're 
gay  or straight; I just want you to be happy and have a good  life."

Kevin's dad started rubbing his hand over Kevin's now sweat covered head. 
"Ever  since your mom and I got divorced I've wanted to talk to you about such 
things.  We never told you the reason why we got divorced and I'm sorry that I 
never  talked to you sooner. You see Kevin, a few years before we split up, 
your mother  found out that I was having an affair with someone else. I couldn't 
nor wouldn't  break off my affair. I was more in love with that person than I 
was with you  mom."

By now Kevin had started to calm down, listening intently to the words of his 
 father; but the recalling of his parents divorce was a sad thing for him to 
have  to live through again and he began to cry openly. I looked at Ray who 
was nearly  into tears himself, but he didn't move a  muscle.

"So you see Kevin, after all the heartbreak you went through during those 
times,  I never wanted to interfere with your own life. I wanted you to 
understand who  and what you were and what you are today. I can't say that I'm happy 
that you've  taken this particular road in life, but I can understand it. And, 
it seems that  your friend here is just what you need to make your life a 
fulfilling  one.

Kevin, I guess the only way to say this, is to just come out and say it. The  
affair I was having, well… it wasn't with a woman. I'd been having one night  
flings with other men off and on ever since before you were born. I met my 
man  one night and we've been together ever since you were about twelve years  
old."

Kevin was somewhere between happy and sad (I think), over what he'd just 
heard.  He was crying non-stop and it wasn't until Ray finally came up and took 
hold of  one of the bound hands that Kevin seemed to start to settle  down.

"Son, I guess everything has a reason for happening when it does, but now 
that  everything is out in the open I'm sure that your relationship with your 
friend  Ray here, will be more satisfying to the two of you. I'm not in to the 
same  things that everybody around here is, but that is not of concern to me. If 
you  and Ray are, that's all that matters. There is nothing wrong with 
exploring  one's feelings and if being submissive to another person is the thing 
that makes  you the most happy, well then I should think that it is perfectly 
normal and  acceptable. As for myself, I'm satisfied with just being with the man 
I love and  now, since everything is out, I hope for you t meet him soon. I'm 
sure he too  will be receptive to your and Ray's lifestyle and that shouldn't 
pose a  problem."

"But dad" Kevin started, "I didn't want you to find out this way. I wanted to 
 tell you when the time seemed right. I'm not sure seeing me like this is the 
 best way to explain my feelings towards Ray." The tone in Kevin's voice was 
so  sincere it almost made me want to cry. It was indeed, a heart warming 
moment  when Kevin's father leaned over and gave his son a kiss on his  lips.

I kind of expected Kevin's father to say something about his son's body or at 
 the very least give him a good feel; but that wasn't the case, which made 
the  moment that much more memorable. At least it told me that not all guys were 
like  the ones back at camp; always thinking of sucking and fucking and the 
like.  

Ray continued holding tightly to Kevin's hand, as the conversation continued. 
I  noticed Ray's free hand gripping the edge of the table so tightly that he 
was  suffering from 'white knuckle' syndrome. He'd been better off if he 
simply moved  his hand up and onto Kevin's  body.

Looking directly into Ray's eyes, Kevin's dad spoke specifically to him. "Now 
 then Ray, from what I've been told and from what I can see, you are the more 
 domineering one. That's okay with me just as long as you don't try anything  
stupid or dangerous with Kevin. Neither of you boys knows that much about 
these  things, but thankfully Kevin has such good friends like Jeb and Troy who 
can  walk you through some of the easier things. They've been neighbors of mine 
for  as long as I can remember and I have them to thank for introducing me to 
the man  I love. I'm not in to the pain and screaming but I don't have any 
objections,  IF, under controlled circumstances you two explore  it."

"Thank you Sir," came rolling out of Ray's mouth, which caught me off  guard.

"Now then you two… I'm standing here looking over at that slave and see that 
he  has been ringed and such. What plans or ideas do you two have regarding 
such  body  rings?"

Kevin looked at Ray, as if waiting to hear what he was going to say; and Ray 
was  staring at Kevin waiting to hear something from him. It was a priceless 
moment,  as the expressions on their faces were one of total  surprise.

"Well, I'll tell you what." Kevin's dad said; "How about for starters Kevin, 
you  get all the same piercings that the slave has, except a little smaller. I 
don't  think you need them that thick and big; that is unless either of you 
want them  like  that."

Now that the ice had been broken, Ray spoke up saying "Thank you Sir, but 
would  you mind or be mad if he got a couple more than what that slave has or is 
going  to  get?"

"What do you mean more?" asked Kevin's dad. "I know that the slave is getting 
a  snout ring and one through his slave cock; but am I to understand you want 
Kevin  to have more than  that?"

"Well Sir, I'm not sure yet which ones I'd like to see Kevin have but I just  
thought I'd ask since you're here and all. I'm sure that Mr. Thomas can help 
me  plan out something that will keep Kevin looking all nice and pretty  Sir."

"I'm not so sure about the 'pretty', but what about you Kevin… what is it 
that  you  want?"

Kevin stared blank faced at Ray for a moment before turning to his dad 
saying,  "Sir, I'm not sure sir, but I know that Ray wouldn't want me looking like a 
 freak, so what ever Ray decides on is okay with me,  dad."

"Well then that part is settled." Came the response. "I've asked Troy and Jeb 
if  they wouldn't mind if you stayed overnight, as I'm going to be having my 
friend  over after we go out; and it's the first time he's been over and I 
want him to  feel comfortable there before he and you meet. And Ray, what about 
you? What  would your parents say if you asked them to stay the  night?"

"Sir, they wouldn't care if I slept in the street Sir. Every since I told 
them I  was gay, they both sort of disowned me. I can't even be in the house 
alone with  my brother because they think I might molest him or something. So 
spending the  night won't cause a  problem."

"Just the same, I think what I'll do is call them and tell them that you will 
be  spending the night at Kevin's house and that way everything will  okay."

"Thank you Sir, " replied  Ray.

"I hate to leave so quick, but I wanted to get this over with and it turned 
out  fairly nice. Kevin we'll talk more tomorrow when I come to pick you up. 
You and  Ray can spend the day at home with me and my 'sweetie'. I'm sure you'll 
both  like him a lot. Now Kevin you listen and do everything Ray asks you to 
do and  don't forget your  manners."

Kevin got another kiss and a 'searching' kind of touch from his father before 
he  and Ray were left alone; while Kevin's dad stopped to speak with the 
others  before scampering up the  stairs.

All of the men came back into the room, finding Ray leaning over Kevin,  
exchanging tongues at a rapid  pace.

Mr. Thomas seemed to have put on his 'business' face and had begun to rummage 
 through a handful of Ziploc bags which were in his leather bag; while saying 
to  Ray, "I don't' want you to think that any idea about body piercing is a 
stupid  one. Asking questions is the best way to learn and I'll teach you what 
it is  that you need to know. I understand that Kevin wants to look like the 
other  slave so best we get started. In the mean time, you can tell me what 
other rings  Kevin wants or  needs."

Ray went back to holding firmly onto Kevin's hand, "Well Sir, it's not so 
much  about the piercings at the moment, but it is more about his position. Would 
it  be okay if he was stretched out like the other slave was earlier this 
morning?  I'm sure Kev would feel much better that way compared to being strapped 
to the  table like he is  now.

Master Jeb approached Kevin and asked him if that's what he wanted and Kevin  
simply replied, "If it makes my master  happy."

As they were attaching the cuffs and chains to Kevin, Master Jeb spoke in a 
soft  voice to Kevin, saying, "I know it must have been difficult for you to 
have your  father see you like this, but I probably was the best way. And I'm 
sure it was  equally as hard for him to tell you that he was also gay. I 
reminded me so much  of how Troy and I talked to each other when our homosexuality 
was exposed at  school. But now that is all behind you and you have a wonderful 
friend in Ray,  not to mention all of us here today; so we can only hope that 
your experiences  here today will fulfill some, if not all, of your 
expectations. You know that  pain is part of what you say you need and want; and we 
won't allow you to  experience any more pain than the slave over there does. Does 
that sound fair  enough to  you?"

Kevin didn't' have to even think about the answer, as he immediately 
responded  with a 'Sir, yes  Sir."

I watched as Kevin's legs and arms were spread apart, exposing his butt plug 
for  all to see. Mr. Thomas handed Ray something just as Ray was stepping in 
between  Kevin's outstretched legs. The overhead lights bounced off of the 
object, which  I soon discovered was a smaller version of the cock ring that I was 
adorned  with.  

"No turning back slave", Ray said as he looked directly into Kevin's  eyes.

"No sir, No turning back Sir" replied Kevin in a submissive sort of  way.

"Alright then slave, let's get started Ray responded as he slipped the chrome 
 ring over both of Kevin's nuts. I couldn't see to well, now that Kevin's 
legs  had been stretched, but I knew that Ray was pushing the boy's cock through 
the  ring. "Damn boy, you look so beautiful this way. I can't believe what I'm 
 looking at. You look better than the other  slave."

While all of that was going on, Mr. Thomas and Mike were busy with other 
things  which he'd removed from his bag; and the next thing I saw was the familiar 
sight  of a new paper sheet being draped over Kevin's  torso.

"We'd better get the slave hooded. It is getting close to the time when our  
other guest will be arriving and we wouldn't want them to see the new slave  
without his hood in place", commented Master  Troy.

Both, Master Troy and Master Jeb came up to me and before I knew what was  
happening; a rubber ball was strapped firmly into my mouth and a thick leather  
hood was being pulled down over my head, leaving me in total darkness, with 
only  two small holes below my nose for air. My level of fear jumped up to an 
all time  high, as at that same moment I heard Kevin scream.

To be  continued….


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