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North Country  Chapter  Thirteen



The room  fell silent after Kevin's loud scream. I could even feel his pain 
as I'd assumed  that he just got a needle run through one of his nipples. If it 
hadn't been for  Kevin's scream, I wouldn't have heard much of anything else; 
as the leather hood  seemed to be muffling the sounds of those talking. It 
sounded rather funny in a  way, as it almost sounded like people talking in slow 
motion with deep  voices.

I had expected to hear another yelp from Kevin at any moment, but for some  
reason the second scream wasn't forthcoming, just  yet.

The level of voices seemed to pick up briefly, and I thought for a second 
that  perhaps some of the guests had arrived; thus the reason for Kevin remaining 
 silent.

Beneath the hood, my head was beginning to perspire and the salty sweat began 
 stinging my eyes. My cock had been the focus of my attention, as with such a 
 large ring surrounding the balls and cock, I knew that it was probably one 
of  the most prominent parts of my body as I stood against the X Frame. Funny 
how  you can concentrate on one thing, such as I was doing; and you sort of 
begin to  actually feel it more. I could feel the weight of my dick, drooping 
down and  over my balls, while at the same time I could feel the steel of the 
ring  pressing firmly against my balls and the top of my  cock.

I still was clueless as to why they'd kept my hands covered with the leather  
mitts, but at least I wasn't being abused or tortured. Nor could I find 
reason  for them to have this ball stuffed in, behind my teeth; which forced me to 
focus  on my breathing quite a bit. Thank goodness for the two air holes in 
the  hood.

At this point, I had little to no idea that the rest of the day was going to 
be  a living  hell.

A second scream from Kevin and the room erupted into a thunderous laughter; 
with  Kevin pleading with Ray to 'make them stop'. Even I was jolted by his 
yelling  and screaming. It was now plain to detect the presence of more voices in 
the  dungeon. Kevin's last yell was soon followed by yet another yelp, which 
perhaps  was due to the rings being put into  place.

"Ray, PLEASE RAY, TAKE IT OUT! OH GOD RAY TAKE IT OUT … I'M BEGGING YOU!" 
Kevin  yelled with total disregard. Once again the room burst into  laughter.

As the room quieted, I began to concentrate on the voice I was barely able to 
 hear, saying to Kevin…"Easy slave. You know you can't tell a master what to 
do  and what not to do. Just relax and soon the pain will ease up and then you 
will  enjoy  it."

I could only think of one thing and one thing only. Kevin had just lost his  
virginity to Ray. Again, memories of my first time being fucked seemed so 
vivid  in my mind. Ray's voice seemed to get lower and lower and I knew that by 
now he  was into his 'rhythm' and wasn't talking to much. But, I had the 
strongest  feeling that Kevin was no where near, if at all, feeling humiliated as he 
got  fucked by his best friend and lover in front of a room full of  men.

Just the knowledge that Kevin's anguish would soon turn into more pleasure 
than  pain made it a little easier for me to understand just how much one man 
can, and  does, love another man. Soon, I heard those infamous words, "I'm 
cumming slave,  right in your fucking ass', followed by a hearty round of 'atta 
boy' from the  adults. And then, the room once again fell silent; but only for a  
moment.

There was a bit more commotion surrounding Kevin, but it was impossible for 
me  to hear what was happening; but as I tried to glean any word, phrase or  
sentence, someone put their hand on my  chest.

The voice speaking to me, directly into my leather covered ear was Henry. 
"Slave  if there is one fucking time you listen, now is that time. For the rest 
of the  night, don't even think about fucking up. Master Troy will inflict 
immediate  punishment on you should you screw up, or even hesitate the slightest 
bit. I  hope you meditate on what I just told you, because your slave skin will 
feel the  Master's wrath should you fail  him."

The words which were spoken softly, intently and carefully chosen to me, were 
 taking effect. I prepared myself for just about anything and only hoped for 
the  best.

The next thing I know, or should I say feel, is a completely different pair 
of  hands working on my tender nipples. Had I not been warned just a minute 
ago, I  would have tried to tell who ever it was, that my tits were extremely 
sore and  tender; but I remained perfectly still and withheld any attempt to make 
a  sound.

The strange thing about this man playing with my nipple rings, was that he 
was  so close to me that I could feel the fabric of his clothes touching my 
skin. It  had been a long time since I'd experienced soft fabric, clean and 
scented;  touching my skin. It was a memory of my past that I would hopefully never  
forget.  

The other thing, even more surprising was that whoever this man was, had good 
 taste in cologne. It was so easy for me, since I use, I used to use, the 
same;  as it was the finest cologne that one could get at Banana Republic, the 
same  place most of my clothes came  from.

His hands leave my nipples and slowly work their way down either side of my  
torso until stopping at my hips. Strangely, his hands seemed to be 'magical' 
in  the sense that I was feeling, well… sexy. My cock began to spring into 
action,  regardless of the constraints put upon it. My nuts ached from not being 
able to  move about freely, but I was more concerned about my cock and what 
this guy was  planning to do  next.
Oddly enough, he bypassed the opportunity to fondle my slave cock and went  
straight to my nuts. After rubbing his velvety soft hands over both of them he  
began to squeeze them gently and slowly. I did my best not to reflect any 
body  movement, but it was something which nature has a strange way of denying. 
The  harder he squeezed, the more I thrust my hips outward, as if to be telling 
him  that I was enjoying his  attention.

I felt something rather course feeling being wrapped around my balls, while 
they  were still in the grip of this man. I began to realize that, like 
previous  times, my balls were now being bound with leather. Gently at first, the man 
 tugged on the leather causing my balls to pull away from the cock ring. 
Within a  couple of minutes, there was a shooting and nauseating feeling being 
transmitted  from my balls to my upper gut; as if my insides were being ripped 
out of  me.

With a firm hold on the leather, I surmised that I wasn't going to be going  
anywhere to soon. I  felt my ankles and wrists being unfastened from the  
frame and without even thinking I dropped down onto my hands and knees; as if  
that is what was expected of me. I guess I'd done right, as there was no  
violence taken against  me.

When I felt the tug on the leather, I had no choice but to crawl in the  
direction I was being pulled; which turned out to be towards the table which  
Kevin was strapped  to.

Slowly, someone was loosening up the laces on the back of my hood and the 
next  thing I feel is a rather sudden yank on the front of my hood, just over my  
mouth. Apparently this hood has a part of it which can be easily removed. I 
felt  a refreshing rush of air flow into my lungs; as a pair of hands was 
underneath  the hood in the back, unbuckling the mouth gag. I almost felt human 
once the gag  had been gently pulled away from behind my teeth. It didn't take a 
chemist like  me, to quickly discover just how fast your jaw can become stiff 
when held open;  even for short periods of  time.

With a hand now on the back of my head, pressing me down; I had no relevant 
idea  as to what was expected of me. I knew I was getting closer to the floor 
and I  had to readjust my knees just to keep from falling forward. An odor 
drifted into  my nose and I distinctly and quickly realized what I was  smelling.

The unmistakable odor of a man's sperm and ass slime was now overpowering my  
sense of smell. I knew that I wanted it. God, that sounds sick, I know; but I 
 really did want, need and desired to taste it. I kept lowering my head, but 
now  I had stuck my tongue out; and finally I came into contact with the 
nectar of  life.

I moved my head around and licked the entire area; whether or not there was 
cum  there or not. I wasn't about to leave the floor a  mess.

Two hands had to pull my head away from the floor, as I realigned my knees 
back  into a comfortable position.  

The dungeon was as quiet as falling snow. I didn't know what if anything I 
was  supposed to do next; until I felt a boot pushing against my butt. I crawled 
 forward as long as the boot was pressing against my  skin.

I was caught off guard, when the leather was pulled upward; causing me to 
kneel  in a perfect slave position; after I'd placed both of my mitts behind my  
head.

The hand was back again on my head, gently pressing me forward. That same  
wonderful fragrance of man filled my nasal passages. I finally got the  message.

I stuck out my tongue, as I'd done before and continued to slowly move my 
head  forward an inch at a time; until it came in contact with human flesh. I 
knew  right then and there that Kevin's ass was right in front of my  mouth.

I licked the cum and slim from every tiny spec of his flesh; knowing full 
well  that the cum was from Ray and the slime belonged to Kevin. A little more  
pressure on my head and my mouth was now planted on Kevin's  rosebud.

The pressure remained, and I quickly set about working my tongue into Kevin 
as  best I could. You could say that this lesson was one that I really seemed 
to  enjoy. Oral sex was never this good, other than maybe sucking a free man's 
cock.  I must have gotten caught up in my own feelings, because I didn't feel 
the hand  on my head  anymore.

I had no idea just how long I had sucked and tongued out Kevin's ass, but it 
all  came to a halt when voices, laughter and applause ensued. I, for some 
reason,  had no feelings of humiliation or de-humanizing; but I wasn't sure if 
this act  was turning me into something that I normally would have thought to be 
perverted  and sick.  

I was pulled away from the table, crawling to an area which I had no clue as 
to  where I knelt, in comparison to the table or the X frame. I was kept in my 
 upright kneeling position, and soon enough a cock was presented to my  mouth.

Again, my inhibitions were non-existent, as I knew from the fragrance that it 
 was Ray's cock waiting for my attention. I took his meat into my mouth 
without  as much as giving a second thought to the task. I had even found it more  
intense, if I closed my eyes; forgetting that I couldn't see anyway. With my  
eyes closed, the mental part of my lesson seemed to climb to a new height. I  
worked my tongue all over the cock and never once really sucked on it; until,  
that is, I felt secure in the knowledge that the cock was clean. The 
combination  of slime and Ray's cum equaled, if not exceeded, the previously over 
powering  delight of Kevin's ass.  

Totally unaware that Ray was now holding his hands against my head, I was 
given  an unexpected burst of his piss. I swallowed quickly and wondered when the 
rest  of his urine would purge the intoxicating flavor of slime and cum away. 
Sadly,  it wasn't but a few seconds and a steady flow, hot and acrid tasting, 
began  filling my mouth. I wasn't able to keep up with the river of urine and 
some of  it escaped my mouth; dripping down my chin and landing on the floor. 
I'll never  know why the taste of sperm and ass juice affected me the way it 
did; but I was  certainly surprised the effect it had on  me.

A short pat on my head, and the cock was withdrawn. I continued to hear bits 
and  pieces of several conversations going on simultaneously. I thought, once 
or  twice, that the guy with the nice cologne had been standing near me; 
perhaps  even being one of the many pairs of hands that found my nakedness a casual 
 distraction from  Kevin.

Cock after cock, had found my mouth over the next couple of hours. My knees 
were  beyond pain and my arms were extremely tired from having to maintain a 
constant  position. I thought that the only dick I hadn't sucked on was Kevin's; 
but I  soon found that not to be the  case.

I knew Kevin was still lashed down on the table, as he screamed several more  
times from apparently getting additional piercings. Finally the room 
succumbed  to the silence, and my sense of smell told me that I had a cock that wanted 
and  needed sucking.
I should have said that the scent wasn't only coming from the  cock, but also 
from the nice  cologne.

Whoever was controlling the cock, knew exactly what he wanted, and he was  
apparently determined to get it. I had the most difficult time, thinking back to 
 my first cock sucking experience; and there was no comparing the two. Here,  
everything seemed so normal and proper, while at the camp it seemed that the 
men  were nothing more than sexual deprived individuals who found comfort in 
just  about anyway they  could.

Another pair of hands came caressing the skin on my back and butt. I felt 
bathed  in unadulterated attention. The hands turned to moist lips as the back of 
my  neck was the recipient of gentle, affectionate kisses. My mouth was 
pulled  caringly onto more of the man's cock. I could feel it sliding over my 
tongue  with grace and ease. I made sure that I kept my lips wound tightly around 
the  cock, as I savored the true taste of manhood. My mind began to feel as if 
it was  floating on air, as the gentle lesson continued. I never realized just 
how much  of the cock had worked its way into my mouth, until I felt the soft 
and curly  hairs of the man's pubes against my face. His forward and backward 
motions  seemed to be set to a slow waltz. I began to actually think that I 
was liking  this more than in my other world.  

The man behind me was now, manipulating my butt plug and it didn't take but a 
 little push on my part, to detach the plug from my ass. The cool soothing  
feeling of lubricant coursing over and into my ass sent my sexual awareness to  
the next  level.

I was disappointed that the cock never deposited his cum down my throat, but 
I'm  guessing that there was a good reason behind it. It was the only one that 
failed  to send its seed sliding down into my  gut.

As the finger slipped from the cavern of my ass, the cock slid gently from  
between my lips. I felt strangely empty, unsatisfied; as if to say that they  
found displeasure with me or my body.  

Once again the leather strap attached to my balls was tugging in down to all  
fours and I followed, crawling behind like a puppy to it's  Master.

My head bumped into something, which felt hard but a strange hardness. I 
could  have just been the feeling which was allowed to transmit through my  hood.

Four hands took hold of me and brought me up, quickly, and back down. It felt 
as  if I was lying on a narrow plank of some sort, padded; with my feet 
firmly on  the ground and my mitts dangling down from my  torso.

More hands, more movement, and I was now strapped down to this thing. From 
just  the way air was moving near, over and around my ass, I knew that it was 
exposed.  

The leather which was attached to my nuts now began to pull on them in the 
most  painful way. I nearly yelped, but quickly recounted the words told to me 
by  Henry; so I just endured the agony in silence. There was a short but load 
burst  of laughter from the group; and all I could clearly hear were the words, 
"we can  always add more weight later  on."

One and then two fingers began flexing their knuckles inside my butt, 
returning  me rather quickly to the euphoric realm of  sex.

The fingers were removed and I could feel the now familiar texture and  
dimensions of a cock just barely making contact with my ass. The small,  expected, 
pressure came and went as the cock slid down the lubricated  passageway. No 
sooner had I felt the pubic hairs, that the same slow and  rhythmic movements of 
the cock began. All I could think of was that is was the  same man who had 
pulled out of my mouth just minutes earlier. He not only was  fucking me, but it 
felt like he was also moving his cock up and down, rubbing  over my prostate 
gland. If it hadn't been for the weights on my balls I'm sure  that I would 
have enjoyed this more than I  was.

The final thrust came from him, just like the ones at camp. Long, complete 
and  pushing for glory; until the cock deposited its seed deep within my 
intestines.  He left the cock buried in me until it had deflated. Once again my inner 
being  felt empty and  alone.

Now, it seemed that since this guy had had sex with me, it permitted the 
others  to utilize my ass. I felt three more cocks, over the next hour, avail 
themselves  of my dripping slave hole; before a thicker and longer butt plug was 
pushed up  my ass, capturing any remaining seed and  slime.

I lay there recounting the events of the day, when suddenly Kevin belted out 
a  scream that could have shattered glass. God, if he hurt that much, I can 
only  assume that he just got his dick pierced. I knew already that I had a 
sensitive  cock head and was dreading my piercing, not to mention the pending 
circumcision.  

Should I have desired more cocks to suck or dick up my ass was the question 
that  I kept asking myself. Was I turning out to be something that I never knew 
was  inside of me? What will my friends think of me, should they find out 
that I've  been having sex with other men? It's not like I'm begging for it, but 
how can I  explain these inner feelings of happiness and joy every time there 
is a cock in  one of my  holes.

The sting from something solid striking my ass, sent my vocal cords into 
action,  along with me trying to free myself. Over and over again the instrument 
of pain  found its mark; and with every searing pain I let go with a resounding 
yelp. At  this point, the words of wisdom from Henry didn't rank amongst the 
thing I was  thinking  about.

I suppose that I shouldn't have expected my new life to be all roses. No 
sooner  had the ass beating stopped, an attack on my stretched balls began. With 
each  slap of someone's hand up against my sac, my gut felt like it was about 
to  explode. Each time the hand made contact with my balls, it seemed to be 
getting  stronger and stronger; and towards the end of the lesson, I thought that 
I was  close to puking my guts  out.

Thankfully, I don't think the entire session lasted more than ten of fifteen  
minutes; but it was long enough to make me fully aware of the capabilities of 
 the Masters and these other men. I could only hope that Master Troy didn't  
consider my screaming as a demerit for which I'd be punished for  later.

The room got quiet all of a sudden. I mean really quiet, as in, everyone had  
left. The only noise that I heard after awhile was what sounded like someone  
crying and I could only assume that it was Kevin. Once the crying had stopped 
 there were no more sounds for the longest  time.

I must have fallen asleep, but for how long I didn't know. What woke me up 
was  the sound of a singular voice over near or by Kevin's side. Then it was my 
turn.  My wrists were released, as were my ankles; and I was assisted as I 
slid  backwards off of the  sawhorse.

"Time to eat", the voice said, as I quickly recognized it to be Henry's. I  
started to crawl, following Henry's voice and I quickly discovered that I was  
still attached to the heavy weights which had been fixed to the leather strap. 
 Henry made no mention of them being taken off, so I painfully pulled them 
along.  I welcomed the rather short distance that I had to  crawl.

"Sit!" shouted Henry. "Both of you may now eat, and I expect everything to be 
 gone from the plates upon my  return."

The rough surface of the bricks did little to dissipate the remaining 
tenderness  in ass; but I was able to eventually adjust my legs so that my cheeks 
rested on  them instead of the floor.

Kevin finally realized that I  couldn't pick up the plate, so he began by 
feeding me a portion of my hamburger  (without a bun).  He must have taken a few 
bites of his own food before  once again giving me something to eat. It was an 
awkward moment when he had to  hold up a handful of vegetables for me, which 
ended up with him having to put  them in my mouth instead of me eating from 
his  hand.

I thought for a second and then realized that perhaps Ray had not forbid 
Kevin  to speak, and that seemed to make a bit more sense to me, as he began  
speaking.

"You sure got a red ass and swollen nuts boy", Kevin said in a tone of 
sympathy.  "I don't know if I could take such as ass beating. I bet your nuts ain't 
used to  dragging weights behind them  either."

All I could do was listen, while I ate; but Kevin seemed keen on talking, so 
I  listened.  

"Wait till you see what they did to me. I got rings just like yours but they  
ain't near as big. I guess you heard me yelling and hollering. I heard them 
say  that we were going to change places after they were done eating and 
relaxing a  bit. They said you were getting cut and getting your dick pierced while 
they had  fun with my ass. I can tell you that getting your dick pierced ain't 
no picnic.  At least I'm not getting a nose ring like you are, and I bet that 
fucker is  really going to be painful. My Ray was sucking on my nuts while 
the dude was  sticking his needle into my dick but I still hollered a lot, but I 
guess you  already know  that."

By now Kevin had told me more than I wanted or needed to know, as 
apprehension  was settling into every fiber of my  being.

"You sure took a bunch of cocks this afternoon and I bet you had fun too. 
That  part of being Ray's slave is something that I'm looking forward to; now 
that I  don't have to hide everything from my dad. And what about that other 
dude. The  one all well dressed and all. He sure is a handsome fucker. He looked 
like he  was really getting off when he was fucking your pretty butt. I think 
he has a  'thing' for you, if you know what I mean. Sure looks like he wants 
somebody like  you to be his  boy."

I couldn't even begin to collate answers to Kevin's ramblings. It sounded 
like  he was excited to be exposed to his father, which was something that I 
could  never do. The ring in his voice seemed to express his delight with his body 
 piercings, even though it hurt to receive them, and apparently all of 
today's  activities seemed to bond him and Ray into a solid  relationship.

It felt like it took an eternity for Kevin to feed me, but I wasn't 
complaining.  The food was like a feast and Kevin really seemed to be intent on making 
sure  that I finished everything on my  plate.

What neither of us counted on was Henry scolding us for 'NOT' finishing our  
meal. I was initially upset with Kevin until I realized that Henry was 
referring  to the fact that the plates hadn't been licked clean. Kevin apparently 
started  to like his plate, but Henry scolded him and removed both plates, saying 
that  he'd have to inform Master Troy of the  infraction.

As we heard more footsteps, the two of us scrambled to assume the proper  
position and I for one, was not overjoyed with displaying my tortured butt;  
however, common sense prevailed and I was positioned just in the nick of time.  
True to his word, Henry informed Master  Troy.

I heard Master Jeb and Ray saying something to Kevin, and Kevin replied that 
he  understood.

The next thing I know, two sets of hands are picking me up into a standing  
position; which did nothing but cause more pain in my balls. I could feel the  
weights swinging side to side, banging into the lower part of my  legs.

The fading scent of cologne told me that the man was standing directly in 
front  of me. I felt his hands grasp the back of my head and pull my face into 
his,  until our lips  met.

He kissed me softly at first. The dungeon disappeared as our kiss became more 
 passionate and I found myself captivated by his enduring mouth and tongue. I 
 must have fallen into some sort of 'black hole' as I'd put my arms around 
the  mans muscled back. I needed and wanted this man to keep control of me and 
to  never stop kissing  me.

My  actions must have spoken for themselves, as he moved one hand down to my 
ass and  the other one engulfed my swelling cock. I think that this was the 
first time in  my life that I'd ever felt this way. Certainly I hadn't ever had 
so much  attention from any of the females I'd dating in my other world. Could 
this be  the breaking point in my  life?

His hand move from my cock to my balls, and all of a sudden the pain from 
being  stretched seemed to fade away. His hands, soft and warm, gently held my 
balls as  if they were a fine piece of  crystal.

"Are you ready for the final part of your decorations?", the man asked in a  
manner which didn't require me to answer; as he immediately went back to 
kissing  me.

I shivered in fear at his words, knowing full well what he meant by them. I 
knew  exactly, what precisely, he was referring to. Pain, anguish and 
considerable  suffering; all forms of physical and mental torment shot through my mind 
as his  tongue worked over the inside of my  mouth.

My mental dilemma continued, as I couldn't figure out why Master Troy and 
Master  Jeb would allow this man to say such things to me. I wasn't some piece of 
simple  chattel, or was  I?

To rebuke the thoughts, I immersed myself back into responding to the man's  
affections which proved to be the right thing to have done.  

I felt someone doing something with the weights attached to my nuts, as we  
continued our embrace. There was a momentary lapse in the stretching, but that  
too was short lived. The ensuing pain was worse now than every, as I 
retracted  my lips from the man; and I couldn't control the groan that escaped my 
lips. It  felt as if someone had attached a sack of potatoes to my nuts, as the 
pain was  causing me to become lightheaded and weak in the  knees.

"I take it that your groan means that you're ready to continue", the voice 
said  with a certain degree of  understanding.

Two sets of hands guided me backwards until my butt touched the edge of the  
table. Then a third set of hands joined in and helped to get me onto the table 
 lying on my  back.

Just like before, I was hooked up to the chains and my cuffed limbs were 
pulled,  excruciatingly apart. My ass pulsed, as if wanting more than the butt 
plug. My  balls were now feeling a little numb, but not so much as I could 
dismiss the  pain.

There was a brief moment when I felt something cold on the head of my cock 
and  then it went away. Straps were now placed just above my hips, just below my 
 nipples and a strap was placed just above the  nipples.

Something began sliding up my cock shaft, and then there was a slight bit of  
resistance as it came in contact with my bladder muscle. I'd never had a  
catheter before, but it was the only thing that came to mind. My muscle gave way  
and the catheter was in place; as I could feel piss rushing through it. I 
hadn't  had an urge to piss up until now and my cock seemed to react to the 
intrusion.  Slowly the urge faded away, until I didn't even feel the rubber tube, 
except as  it exited my piss  slit.

They allowed me to gather myself up a little bit, before they continued.  

More of 'something' was swabbed over my entire cock, and I'm guessing that it 
 was some sort of disinfectant.  

"You ready to be a brave slave?" asked Mr. Thomas. "I need to finish you up  
before the Masters and the others avail themselves of your most magnificent  
body. I need you to concentrate on something that brings you great pleasure and 
 joy while I install your last two rings and perform your cutting; and you 
need  to receive your permanent collar as  well.

SURE… RIGHT! Concentrate on something joyous and nice while I'm being fucking 
 turned into something, someone, completely different than I was three weeks  
ago.

My mind raced, but not for very long; as those lips once again found their  
target. A final few minutes of bonding, led up to the reality of the  moment.

The room seemed to have once again fallen silent but this time there was as 
air  about the room that I sensed meant that something even more relevant was 
about  to take  place.

I felt cold metal making contact with my cock and I knew what that meant. Mr. 
 Thomas was gripping my foreskin and doing God knows what with it, all the 
while  I was still engaged with kissing this other  man.

I felt the man's hands grasp the sides of my head, just before the scalpel  
sliced away my foreskin. The pain was short but something that I'd not wish on  
my worst enemy. I was thankful that I'd been strapped down; otherwise I 
probably  would have bounced right off of the table. There was a round of applause, 
which  I assumed was for Mr. Thomas's actions. The catheter and the metal 
device were  removed faster than it took to put them in  place.

"He's a good slave", commented Mr. Thomas above the echo of the hands 
clapping.  "We'll see how long he can stay 'good' while I ring this slave cock and 
give him  a cute nose  ring".

Mr. Thomas wasted no time in getting a small steel tube stuck into my cock. 
As  he prepared to stick the needle in my cock, the only thing he said to me 
was,  "on the count of  three".

He sure wasn't playing around this time, as the needle was quickly sent 
through  my skin, making contact with the metal tube. I could feel a small amount 
of  blood trickling out of the fresh hole in the bottom of my cock. My agony 
only  lasted for about a minute, but it was long enough for me to scream and 
shout. A  soft hand, rubbing my stomach and chest, seemed to be the right 
ingredient for  getting myself back in control.  

I could easily feel the ring sliding in, pushing the needle and tube out of 
my  cock. Soon it was over and I was allowed to rest for a few minutes, while 
Mr.  Thomas cleaned up the blood and wrapped my dick in a soft cloth. "Don't 
forget  to change its bandage just as soon as you see any sign of blood showing  
through", Mr. Thomas said to  somebody.

"Yes, we know… it is just like this other slave here." Master Jeb  replied.
The smelly liquid was swabbed inside of my nose and I knew that the worst was 
 yet to come. The soft hands were now on either side of my neck, rubbing in a 
 circular pattern as some weird feeling clamp was placed over my nasal  
passageways. The hands moved from my neck to my head, as I once again heard  about 
the  'count'.

Remaining a man of his word, Mr. Thomas used some kind of a tool to crack and 
 push through the tough cartilage of my nose. Blood flowed like a fine wine 
and  the pain seemed never ending; as my head remained in the vise like grip of 
the  man behind me and I bellowed more cuss words than I ever had at any one  
time.

"Now, I'm just going to fit this barrel into the hole and that way the ring 
can  be removed with ease. The bloody mess, made it easy for the 'barrel' to 
slide  right in, followed moments later by the actual snout ring. Snot helped 
push the  blood out, onto my upper lip, some of which found its way into my open 
mouth.  The two hands never left my head until Mr. Thomas thought I had 
gotten myself  back in control,  again.

Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the worst was over and  
behind me. The applause and cheers had erupted just as soon as the hands fell 
 away from my  head.

For the life of me, I couldn't understand why all the applause and cheering 
had  to take place. Was this final set of piercings some kind of master/slave 
ritual  or  something?

"I think we should let it sleep for an hour or so", remarked Mr. Thomas. "It  
will give his body a chance to acclimate itself with all the new rings and  
especially the  cutting."

"I suppose you're right", Master Troy said in a dishearten kind of voice. 
"Don't  suppose you'd want to collar it  first?"

"I forgot about the collar. Sure we can install the collar and then it will 
be  all nice and 'official'." Mr. Thomas answered  back.

I heard a little bit of clanking sounds, as if metal was hitting against 
metal.  The two hands were now holding my head up just a little, while the laces 
of the  hood were loosened just enough so that the bottom of the hood could be 
pulled up  off of my  neck.

"Best you hold it up just a little higher. It will allow for a more efficient 
 application of its collar and ensure that the closure is properly secured." 
Mr.  Thomas authoritatively  remarked.

There wasn't much room to maneuver me, as my arms kept the upper most part of 
my  chest area well in check, along with the chest straps; but I don't they 
even  fucking cared, as my body crunched up against  itself.

One person was pushing my shoulders while the other carefully held my head in 
 place. It was an effortless task for Mr. Thomas, as he wrapped the heaviest  
fucking thing I'd ever felt around my neck, into place. He said something but 
at  the moment I wasn't listening. I heard something right below my ear, like 
a  pounding sound against metal and it was all over with. I was now ringed, 
cuffed  and collared into my new life as a  slave.

The only thing left at this point was for me to get some rest and allow my 
body  to adjust to the 'new' me. And that's exactly what I thought they'd do, 
but I  was once again proven wrong. Why the fuck do I even bother to think. I 
hardly  ever get anything right these  days.

The two men continued holding me up, as one of them began to remove the  
remaining laces from the hood; then I was laid back down on the table. I heard  
some commotion but was unsure what it was, but apparently it had to do with  
Kevin.  

I felt the hood being pulled gently over my head, cautiously past the new 
nose  ring. I could still feel some of the dried blood stuck to my face, once the 
hood  was pulled up to eye  level.

I tried to see past and through the bright overhead light, but couldn't. It 
felt  better just to lay there and keep my eyes closed. The hood was finally 
gone and  the sweat on my skin turned cold. For the first time I could feel my 
nose ring  resting on my face. It wasn't what I'd expected. It was nowhere near 
as big as  they led me to believe it would be. It just did touch the upper 
portion of my  upper lip; but it was in fact a thick  ring.

I could tell by the various conversations that the men were leaving the 
dungeon,  except for leaving Kevin and I behind. As the room started to quiet down, 
the  lights began to  change.

The lights went totally out for a moment and then two lights came back on,  
slowly, very slowly. One light was directly over Kevin's bound body and the  
other was over mine. Neither of the two lights seemed to be very bright.   The 
one over Kevin seemed to make Kevin's skin seem so moist and full of glitter  
as it reflected back into the  dungeon.

I looked up at my light and it too was not all the bright, but bright enough 
to  allow me to see a shadow on the wall, heading towards me. I wanted to keep 
my  eyes open just to see who it was, but something deep inside of me 
prevented me  from doing  so.

Those lips, soft and full; the scent of cologne, triggered that one feeling 
that  I hadn't known until recently. We kissed, as he stood off to the side, 
twisting  his own body to align with mine; avoiding all contact with the nipple 
rings but  not the nose  ring.

I couldn't help but to pray his kissing me, didn't stop. His touch, his  
mannerisms, his all around demeanor seemed to extract every ounce of desire from  
within my soul. His hands now working just behind my ears, as if he had known  
that, that particular spot was one that all the girls used to get me worked 
up.  It was odd, how his hands felt almost as soft as a girl, but no matter. At 
least  he wasn't being sadistic and yanking on my freshly pierced  ears.

If I had any nerve, I would have opened my eyes, to gaze upon the man who 
seemed  to have such physical and emotional control over every inch and fiber of 
my  body.  

Even after he'd broken off our kiss, I kept my eyes closed; as if I could 
still  feel and visualize him kissing me and touching me. My sore cock, tried to 
erect  but the ring and fresh cutting was working against  it.

I finally got courageous and opened my eyes, to see the overhead light dim 
even  more. And then, to my astonishment, from behind me, over my face came the  
strangers face, once again kissing  me.

I didn't, I couldn't, return the kiss for the longest time. I tried to clear 
out  every ounce of reasoning in my  brain.

His hands began making circles around each of my nipple rings, which sent me  
close to the  edge.

I could feel the fabric of his pants against my head, including the defining  
bulge of his own erection; as he seemed to be rubbing it purposely against my 
 head, ever so  slowly.

I was now struggling with a world of hurt, shame, deception and humiliation 
all  at the same  time.

I blinked my eyes over and over again, trying not to believe what they were  
seeing.

Ryan had been the one with the scent of cologne, fine fabric and soft  hands.

A whole new world of questions, without answers flowed through my head. A  
pyramid of emotions ran rampant in my heart. I closed my eyes, not to avoid  
contact, but to hide from the world as I once knew it.

To Be  Continued…

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