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North Country  Chapter  Eighteen


I was never so happy to see Ryan, as he slipped the hood from my face. He 
looked  as if he'd been set aglow with a huge sense of pride; as I pondered what 
he  might be thinking at this very  moment.

Still with much to understand, learn and 'accept', I was truly thankful that 
he  had also removed the anal invader. If it was one thing I didn't want, it 
was  that heavy fucking black plug up my ass. I really didn't want anything up 
my  butt, but compared to the fuckings I'd been forced to take, the plug was 
the  worst of them  all.

I  didn't even realize that I was crying, as I held my arms firmly around 
Ryan's  body; resting my head on his  shoulder.

My  mind shook as Master Ryan pushed me away, saying "are you not supposed to 
be in  your 'presentation posture', or do you think you are something  
special".

I  must have looked like a sad puppy dog, as I quickly turned away from 
Master Ryan  and assumed my rightful position; allowing him to see my exposed and 
gaping ass,  up close and  personal.

"That's more like it boy", Master Ryan said, now with a whimsical tone. "I 
don't  suppose the slave is hungry, or is  he?"

All I  could do was to nod my head in the affirmative, allowing Master Ryan 
to see my  response.

"All right then, I suppose you've earned a meal. Turn around here and let's 
see  what we can do about feeding  you."

I  turned slowly on my hands and knees, until I was once again facing in 
Master  Ryan's direction. "Sit on your heels slave and look at me", Master Ryan 
quietly  commanded.

I  slowly raised my head, until our eyes made contact.  

"I guess I  could remove your mitts, but I think not. I'd rather spend the 
time feeding you  myself, since you made such a fucking stink this morning. But 
I can see that we  still have a tremendous amount of work to do until you 
fucking get it right. Now  slave, where the fuck are your paws supposed to  be?"

I knew  Master Ryan didn't want any excuse, and I wasn't thinking clearly yet 
myself;  but I did move my hands to the back of my head, which must have been 
the  response Master Ryan was looking  for.
Using his  fingers, Master Ryan feed me; and the food was delightful and 
healthy. The meal  was feed to me in silence, and I wasn't rushed into eating it 
either. I could  tell that Master Ryan was enjoying this part of his day; just 
by the gleam in  his eyes and the slight smile on his face. But, as always, I 
knew that there was  more behind the gleam and smile than I'd wanted to  know.

Before  I was finished the meal, Master Troy's two dogs came bouncing into 
the dungeon  and immediately went to smelling and licking my body; every 
conceivable inch  that was exposed. Their actions brought out a bit of a laugh from 
Master Ryan,  when the largest of the two, was sniffing my butt like he was in 
heat or  something. I felt the only saving grace to the situation was when 
Master Ryan  gave each of the dogs a taste of my dinner and then told them to 'go 
 sit'.

With the last bit of  dinner going down my throat, Master Ryan eased two and 
then three of his fingers  into my mouth; "now be a good boy and suck your 
Master's fingers clean, since I  was good enough to allow you to eat like a human 
and not from a bowl like one of  these fucking  dogs."

After  I'd cleaned his fingers, Master Ryan hooked a finger in the ring on 
the back of  my collar and led me out into the dungeon's training area.  

There, I  was quickly hauled to my feet and my wrists and ankles were once 
again fastened  to some fairly large chains. I wasn't sure what Master Ryan had 
intentions of  doing next, until I heard the soft whir of an electric motor; 
which just so  happens was pulling the chains outward and my wrists were also 
being pulled up.  

At first I  thought I was going to be torn into five pieces, left to bleed to 
death; but the  motor stopped just as the tips of my toes were about to leave 
the hard concrete  floor.

I  watched with uncertainty, as my brother went over to one of the large 
wooden  chests and returned with what looked like a plastic bag that one gets 
after  making a purchase at the grocery store. The bag was bulging, but I had no 
idea  from what.

Master Ryan laughed, as he draped the bag over my cock, allowing it to hang 
from  my cinch ring. It wasn't heavy, just bulky; but the added pressure was 
enough to  elicit some pain from my weighted  nuts.

With  his left hand he began to massage the area surrounding my right nipple; 
while  his right hand was digging around in the plastic bag.  

All to  soon, the massaging stopped and I saw what looked like, a handful of 
miniature  black clothespins in his right hand. Using his left hand, Master 
Ryan gathered  up a little bit of my flesh, about two inches away from my nipple 
ring and  quickly snapped one of those clothespins onto my flesh. I left out 
a yelp; which  seemed not in the least to distract Master Ryan from his 
determination. One by  one, the clothespins were installed on tiny folds of my 
flesh, until there was a  complete circle encompassing my ringed tit.  

Master Ryan  took several steps back, and commented that the circle of pins 
was about as  perfectly round as 'humanly possible'. The pain was now 
subsiding, but it left  me with a dull ache; as it combined with the ache of my nipple 
piercing. My eyes  never made contact with Master Ryan's face; but I was 
transfixed on watching  every movement his arms and hands made. I had expected, and 
who wouldn't have,  that Master Ryan was going to 'decorate' my remaining 
nipple; but I was wrong,  at least for now.  

Using both  of his hands, Master Ryan lifted up my nipple ring and began 
twinking the tiny  bit of flesh that was at the very tip of my tit. God only knows 
why, but my cock  painfully started to respond to his actions.  

During the  moment or two that I had to 'enjoy' my brother's tender action, I 
thought that  once again Ryan was trying to help me adjust to my new world; 
but that all came  crashing down as he placed another one of those tiny 
clothespins over the nipple  flesh and allowed it to close rather  quickly.

I  bounced so hard that my toes left the ground, and the weight stretching my 
nuts  rebounded so hard that a pain shot up into my gut, way past my belly  
button.  My scream was met by a resounding slap to my face; which sent me  from 
screaming, into a non-stop crying  mode.

Thankfully Master Ryan allowed me a minute or two to get myself under 
control;  but even that wasn't without some form of degradation. The snot that was 
running  out of my nose, was collected on the side of Master Ryan's index finger 
and then  the finger was inserted in my mouth.  

After the  smile had subsided from his face, Master Ryan swiftly adorned my 
remaining  nipple with those nasty clothespins, which like the first one caused 
me to  become insane with pain, when the last one was in place. Even the dogs 
came up  to me, to look and seemed to make a weird sound as I thrashed 
around, causing  the pain to increase and my nuts to beg for mercy. I could have 
sworn that the  smallest of the dogs had actually licked the shaft of my  dick.

The  'thunderous' sound of feet on the stairs, and then the word "OUT", sent 
the two  dogs scurrying into a far corner of the room; as Master's Troy and 
Jeb entered  the dungeon. Compliments were paid to Master Ryan on his efforts to 
encircle  each nipple.  

"I don't  see the harm in allowing the slave to see himself in a mirror", 
Master Jeb said  as he pulled a full length mirror up and leaned it against the 
wall. I couldn't  believe that my own brother was finding pleasing, and yes, 
Pride in causing me  pain and anguish; but he did in fact make nearly perfect 
circles around each of  my nipples.

Before a word was said, if in fact one was, Master Jeb took a position in 
front  of me on my right side and Master Troy similarly took a position on my 
left  side. 

All I  could do was to stare straight ahead at the mirror, as the two men 
started  reaching for the plastic bag. I even saw Master Ryan walk behind me, and 
then  seem to disappear from  view.

I  quickly discovered that the bag held more than just the 'small' 
clothespins. I  watched as each man rummaged in the bag, pulling out handfuls of 
standard size  clothespins; which sent a wave of terror though me like a hot knife 
through  butter.

As  if it was all rehearsed, each Master began to pinch and apply a 
clothespin to my  underarm; half way between my elbow and my armpit. I watched in pain 
and fear,  as the line of clothespins worked closer and closer to my pits. 
Still, not a  word was spoken between the three  men.

I felt  the weight stretching my scrotum move around, which caused me to 
wonder what,  was happening. I turned my gaze downward, in the mirror, to see 
Master Ryan  looping what appeared to be a bungee cord around the weight and 
proceed to put  each of the bungee cord hooks into the corresponding ankle  
restraint.

I  knew then that even the slightest movement of my toes would send a tidal 
wave of  pain rushing into my gut. For the first time, I began to sweat 
profusely.   

A pinch and  a quick sharp pain in my right thigh sent me reeling. I couldn't 
withhold my  vocal objections to this torment any longer and I began belching 
out every  conceivable foul word I knew; in hopes that these men would cease 
their  torture.

Well, it temporarily caused the three Master's to withhold the application of 
 any more clothespins, but it brought about yet another  horror.

After being yelled at and screamed to; Master Troy walked out of the dungeon, 
 leaving Ryan standing directly in front of me, staring me right in the face  
showing me his eyes where I could only denote a sense of  sadness.

Ryan stepped aside, as Master Troy returned. The look in Master Troy's eyes  
could only mean one thing…trouble… for  me.

His left  hand came up and took hold of my jaw, squeezing it for all it was 
worth; and my  mouth involuntarily opened. This was the precise response Master 
Troy was hoping  to obtain; as his right hand came up, holding a plastic 
bottle. He shoved the  tip of the bottle into my mouth and squeezed it with the 
force of Hercules;  sending solid streams of liquid soap into my  mouth.

I  gagged, spit and choked, as Master Troy stepped back and to the side. My 
body  shook and shuddered. My toes left the ground, as the chains began to 
rattle; and  my balls felt as if they were being torn from my crotch. Every single 
one of the  fucking clothespins seemed to have picked up on my gyrations and 
sent wave after  wave of pain coursing through every fiber of my  being.

And,  adding insult to injury, Master Jeb took a clothespin and clamped it 
over my  nose; sealing off any hope of air, not to mention adding pain to my 
already  fragile septum  ring.

The  one or two times that my eyes were open and able to see the mirror; I 
could have  sworn that I was emitting soap bubbles from my mouth, while I tried 
in vain to  either swallow the soap or spit it  out.

Worst  of all, I think, was the dogs came running up and began barking and 
snarling at  me; leaving me with the impression that at any minute I'd be 
missing a piece of  flesh.

I had  no idea how long they left me to fend off the effects of the soap, but 
it was to  long if you'd have asked me.  

Finally  Master Ryan produced a sports bottle with a flexible straw and I was 
finally  allowed to wash out the remnants of the soap; which quickly got me 
to settle  down. 

Once  more the dogs were sent to the corner, which was an added relief; but I 
knew  that I still wasn't clear of the torment the three Masters had planned 
on  providing, and I was positive now, more than ever, that my latest tirade 
would  add fuel to their fires of pleasure and  pain.

Then,  it was as if nothing had happened as the three returned to their work 
of adding  more clothespins on my body. There was several, I think, occasions 
when Master  Ryan stuck a cotton ball under my nose and whatever was 
saturating the cotton  was quickly inhaled. It caused my heart to race and my brain 
became light  headed; but it sure helped to dissipate the pain and suffering I 
was being put  through.

I  don't remember to much of the activities, once they started having me 
sniff the  cotton balls; but I do know that there was a lot of crying and 
sniffling on my  part.
I think the one  thing that still sticks in my mind was the mere fact that 
when they'd finished  with me, they all apparently needed some libation; which 
left me in the dark,  except for one solitary light shining brightly above my 
head. And, no; I wasn't  released from the chains. I was left to hang there 
like a side of beef in a  butcher shop, as Master Ryan put it; "to contemplate 
life's wonderful  beginnings".

I was in such a daze from the torment that I hadn't the strength to raise my  
head and look in the mirror. I barely had enough energy to weep, let alone to 
 'contemplate'.

Some time later, the lights came to life; rather brightly, accompanied by the 
 voices of many. There seemed to be a great deal of interest in me, from the  
Master's, Henry and now Paul.  

Henry came  over and lifted up my chin, gazing into my eyes. "He's fine, just 
a bit fatigued  from all of his  excitement."

I struggled to keep my head upright, and the first thing I was able to focus 
on  was Paul. He'd been completely body shaved and his hair was now nothing 
more  than an old fashion crew cut. His skin glistened in the light, apparently 
having  been oiled down. I knew from the expression on his face, that he had 
been told  who I was; or better yet, who I used to be. He had a beautiful smile 
and a voice  to match it; as he came up to me and kissed me on my lips saying 
"I'm so happy  that we're going to be one big happy family now. I've wanted 
to tell you for so  long, but now we both know… don't  we."

As he  stepped aside, I got the first view of myself in the mirror. There was 
a row of  clothespins from mid way up my arms, passed my pits and down the 
entire side of  my torso. My inner thighs were also lined with a row of the 
nasty clothespins.  Every available scrap of loose skin on my nuts and cock had 
been covered with  them as well. The fresh pink scab of my circumcision seemed 
to add a bit of  'color' to the whole thing. The more I looked at myself, the 
more I began to  feel the throbbing of all the nerve endings  involved.

What I didn't know, until it was to late… was just how fucking painful  
everything would be when the clothespins were removed.  The first to go  were the 
five or six which had been affixed to the head of my cock, which nearly  sent 
my threshold of pain through the damn roof.  

I guess I  should have been thankful that Master Ryan cleared them all off of 
my cock and  balls first, which only left about one hundred more to go.  

The  master's were taking their respective positions, to remove the pins, as 
Paul  came crawling up to me. I could see Henry behind him, wearing a big 
smile;  staring me right in the  face.

Before  the next clothespin was removed, Paul had his mouth around both of my 
balls,  sucking them passionately. If it hadn't been for the large ring in my 
cock head,  maybe he'd have been nursing that pain away as well.  

Odd at  first, but the sensation of his mouth working my nuts didn't seem to 
me to be  all that significant; but then I realized that he was still working 
against the  nut stretcher; not to mention the bungee cord to the  ankles.

>From  the way the three men were working, it was easy to see that they were 
going in  the reverse manner in which they'd put the clothespins on in the 
first place.  This meant, yikes, the nipples were the last area to have them  
removed.

There are no words to describe the pain, as the blood returned to my pecs. 
There  seemed to be some kind of electrical charge pulsing through my chest as 
the pins  were removed; but I at least had learned a valuable lesson and didn't 
utter a  single, solitary, word of defiance.  

When it was  all over with, and the bungee cord was removed; Henry stepped up 
and began to  work soothing oil into my skin. Henry seemed to have 'magic' 
fingers as the  soreness dissipated rapidly. He seemed to be a content servant 
to Master's Jeb  and Troy; but I still couldn't understand his role in this 
household.  

The whir of  the motor started up again, and as the chains started to 
slacken, Henry and Paul  grabbed me under my arms and led me over to the padded 
table; where they quickly  had me on my back, as the three masters quickly set my 
arms and legs into the  restraints; once again placing me at everyone's  mercy.

Ryan  leaned over my face and before I knew it we were kissing one as if it 
was a  normal thing to be doing. Master Ryan was holding my head, as we both 
darted our  tongues into each others mouth; savoring even the smallest possible 
bit of  saliva.

While we kissed, someone (thankfully) removed the weight from my nuts. I 
began  to feel the beginnings of an erection when, presumably Henry, began to 
massage  my sore balls with his  oil.

There  was movement in the chains attached to my ankles and once more I found 
myself  being splayed open; exposing my anal entrance to all; but I wasn't so 
abashed by  this display, as I'd been all of the other times. At least I was 
still locked  onto Master Ryan's face.  

After Ryan  had pulled himself away, I heard Master Troy say rather quietly 
and most  politely…"If you want, you and yours can leave by the basement door. 
That way  you can stay as long as you  wish."
"Yes, thanks",  replied Master Ryan. "We won't be that long anyway, but 
perhaps it best if we  not disturb you all when we  leave."

That  said, Master Troy and Jeb went upstairs, followed by Henry; who 
dutifully kept a  safe distance behind the masters, with his own head lowered out of  
respect.

I  can't explain exactly how or what happened next. I mean, I know what 
happed but  the way in which it all went down is what really took me by  surprise.

They both went into the other room, I guess over by the laundry tub or  
somewhere; as I could faintly here water  running.

Upon their return they each carried a bowl of water, and some wash clothes.  

Although  the lights continued to block most of my vision, I could see Master 
Ryan  explaining to Paul the proper way to tend to my fresh piercings. Paul 
was on one  side of me, opposite Master Ryan; and Paul worked hand in hand with 
Ryan as they  each cleaned my nipple rings. After my ear rings were cleaned 
and antiseptic had  been applied, Master Ryan allowed Paul to clean my nose 
ring, which really hurt;  but not to the point that I would  complain.

>From my nose ring, both males went directly to my Prince Albert; and again  
Master Ryan coached Paul through the routine of cleaning it properly. The odd,  
yet nice thing about it was that throughout the entire process of cleaning my 
 dick ring, Master Ryan was massaging my balls; which for some reason seemed 
like  the right thing to be  doing.

"Now  go over to the middle chest and bring me back a long piece of rawhide. 
I'm going  to show you only once, how I want the slaves balls wrapped", Master 
Ryan said to  Paul in a fatherly sort of  way.

"You  take and fold the rawhide in half, to find the middle and then you get 
that part  of it tucked nice and neat underneath the slave's cinch ring. Then 
you can take  one of the ends and wrap this nut like  this."

I  could feel the rawhide, following each word Ryan was saying. Before long, 
each  of my balls was in its own little world and there wasn't the smallest 
amount of  loose scrotum to be found  anyway.

I  could feel how tightly they were bound, just by the way Master Ryan's soft 
hands  glided over the stretched skin. "You see", he concluded, "this way a 
slave's  nuts can stay separated for days without worrying about causing any 
damage to  them. But the nicest part of it all is that I could just as easily 
get the  rawhide wet and as it dries, it shrinks; making the whole thing a whole 
lot  tighter for the  slave."

Ryan  removed his hands from my nuts but soon enough, Paul was rubbing his 
hands all  over them, responding to Master Ryan's  statement.


"In a few weeks, we'll have the slave down at "Chains" for the monthly 
piercing  seminar. He'll be getting a few more from Mr. Thomas, but nothing to 
drastic. I  want him to look all pretty and cute when we have our next gathering at 
Master  Blake's farm. I'm sure you've probably heard about those meetings. 
Everyone  stays from Friday through Sunday and you'll see things you've never 
seen before  and probably won't see again for at least until its Master Blake's 
turn to host  the party again. I'm sure you'll enjoy the dog and horse  show."

Paul  responded by saying "No not really. I haven't heard of a Master Blake 
but I'm  sure that you wouldn't put me in a compromising situation with a dog 
or a horse.  I hope the three of us have a good time there as long as there 
isn't any beastie  activity involving  me."

The  room fell deathly silent, for the longest time. I sort of thought that 
perhaps  Paul's remark didn't set well with Master Ryan; but who the fuck knows 
what Ryan  likes and doesn't like these days. Don't get me wrong, I'm laying 
there hoping  like all get out that Master Ryan doesn't have the intention of 
placing me in a  situation involving an animal either; but I'm not going to 
say anything yet,  just because I've already been through hell and  back.

"Go  and get the slave's butt plug and the can of grease." Master Ryan barked 
at  Paul; who scampered off like a  puppy.

Ryan  sat the plug on my stomach, as he positioned himself between my 
outstretched  legs and began using his fingers to pack my hole with grease. It was 
the first  time that I'd seen the plug this close and it was unnerving to think 
that this  black latex object had been forced up my ass earlier in the  day.

"Now  clean my hand boy", Master Ryan said to his Paul; holding his hand up 
and to the  side. I watched as Paul took hold of Ryan's wrist and began licking 
the grease  from the  fingers.

While Paul was still cleaning, Master Ryan placed his other hand on my hip 
and  inched his way closer to me. I felt some sense of relief, just knowing that 
Ryan  was touching me and not torturing me.  

I was  expecting the plug to be taken off my stomach and re-inserted up my 
ass; but you  know me… always one step behind… always  wrong.
A nice, warm  smile began to cover Ryan's face as he pushed his hips forward; 
sending his  manstick into my ass. Slowly, almost with reverence, Master Ryan 
began to fuck  me. His cock slid over my prostate gland with just about every 
forward stroke.  My cock reacted but the fresh cutting prevented me from 
gaining a full, pulsing  erection of my own. I settled for my brother's cock, 
relaxing and for the very  first time, I was enjoying being fucked. I don't know 
if it was just me getting  used to being fucked; or if it was the fact that it 
was my own brother fucking  me, with tenderness and compassion, and brotherly 
love. There was something  happening in my head, and I had to simply add it to 
the ever growing list of  things I had to sort through, time  allowed.

Master Ryan suddenly stopped right in the middle of one of his forward 
thrusts,  to lean over me and kiss my stomach muscles. His tongue wondered down to 
my  navel and he seemed to ravage my well defined belly button. His right hand  
cupped my balls as he started to get more arousal from deep within me. I'm 
sure  he must have known that any attempt at an erection at this point, for me, 
would  be most uncomfortable; but he cared not, as he continued to lavish my 
body with  his lips and tongue. It was as if he was pulling me into a whole 
other world,  one filled with passion and  thoughtfulness.

Soon Master Ryan's ministrations were over and he resumed fucking me, with 
the  same exciting movements as before. My own breathing became labored just 
from the  attention he was giving my prostrate, but nothing compared to Ryan's 
climatic  resolve; as he deposited wave after wave of his seed deep into my 
soul. His  chest heaved, his eyes sparkled and his lips were perched as if wanting 
to make  contact with  mine.

He  waited for several minutes until his body and mind regained their 
composure.  "Dang boy that was awesome", Master Ryan proclaimed as he leaned over me 
once  again. "I'm not one for giving a slave a say in anything, but just this 
once  I'll pose a question to you; and only you can  answer."

Not  to say I wasn't elated that I'd finally been given permission to answer 
a  question, because I was. I only had to wait a few seconds before Master 
Ryan  asked, "Do you want Paul to suck your hole out, or do you want your plug 
put in  now?"

Ryan  remained still, his eyes fixed on my face, awaiting my  answer.

For  the oddest, unknown, reason it took no time to respond. "Master, this 
slave  would rather receive the plug in it's  hole."

"And  why is that slave?" questioned Master  Ryan.

"Master, it is only proper for this slave to remain seeded with it's Master's 
 sperm." I quickly responded, not even realizing what I'd just said to my  
brother. 

Master Ryan didn't make any verbal response to my answer; but he did, 
however,  pick up the weighty butt plug and readied it for insertion, just as he 
would  extract his manhood from my  body.

I  squirmed, only briefly, as the butt was fitted back into my rectal cavity. 
I  wasn't yet used to the girth of the plug and some of my sphincter muscles 
hadn't  been stretched enough to accept it without a sizeable measure of  
discomfort.

"Now boy", Master Ryan said to Paul, "get down here and clean my cock before  
this ass slime and cum start to harden on my  shaft."

Paul  wasn't responsive, verbally, towards Master Ryan and the Master took 
extreme  exception this time to Paul's blatant disrespect.  

Just as  Paul was finally down on his knees, Master Ryan took a step sideways 
and moved  over to one of the several wooden chests; coming back with what I 
could only  describe as some kind of leather paddle.  

With a  raised voice, Master Ryan told Paul to 'offer up your worthless ass' 
and Paul,  scared half to death, complied. The paddle wreaked havoc on Paul's 
ass. Paul  wasn't done yelping from the first blow and he was receiving 
another, and  another and yet  another.

Master Ryan was verbally, non-stop, chastising Paul for his shortcomings and 
for  once I didn't feel any sadness for someone else receiving their due. If I 
had to  learn… so does the next guy. I'm surprised that none of the yelling 
and  screaming brought anyone downstairs to see what the ruckus was all  about.

The  moment that the paddling stopped, Paul went right to work sucking Master 
Ryan's  cock clean. If I didn't know better I would have thought Ryan was 
having an  orgasm just from the way he was moaning; but it was way to soon for 
him to be  able to produce anymore  semen.

Master Ryan withdrew his semi-rigid cock from Paul's mouth and ordered him to 
 'tidy' up the dungeon. The next thing I know is that Master Ryan is standing 
 along side of my face and he started off by saying, "I'll be back Wednesday  
evening to check on your progress and again next Sunday. I expect to see a 
whole  different side of you when I get here on Wednesday. I expect you to 
follow all  the rules which shall govern your stay here and I don't wish to get any 
negative  reports from Henry on any of your shortcomings. I suspect you'll be 
comfortable  sleeping here just the way you are. No need to fuss over you and 
get you all  locked up in the cage, since Henry will have you up and about 
early. Just  remember your manners, your positions and everything will work out 
just fine.  And before I forget, you can expect to receive your first fist on 
Wednesday,  from me."

With that said, Master Ryan and Paul left me in total darkness; to sleep and  
meditate on the day's events. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but 
to  once again think about the two very different sides of Ryan. There had to 
be  something, deeply seeded in his head which caused him to switch from kind 
and  considerate to becoming the mean, sadistic individual that he wants 
everyone to  perceive him to  be.

The  following day started off by me being awakened by what I could only 
describe as  painful. 

I  wasn't aware that Henry was even downstairs, let alone had applied an 
ample  amount of heat generating cream to my nuts. As I shook in my restraints, my 
nuts  burned; all the while, I was struggling to get my eyes open. The 
overhead lights  were on, all of them, which momentarily blinded  me.

I  finally adjusted to the lights, and could see Henry busying himself at the 
 shower area. I could only wait until the burning sensation left my balls, 
before  I could comprehend anything  else.

"You'll do as I say, when I say", Henry said from shower area. "You'll 
address  me as Sir and nothing less. You are here to learn obedience and respect and 
that  is what I am charged with teaching you. Should you falter or fail; your 
status  in this world may just be in jeopardy. You wouldn't be the first man 
I've seen  turned into nothing more than an 'IT' and sold off to become a fuck 
slave in a  foreign  country."

Henry's words didn't even seem realistic at all. Nobody in this day and age  
would even think about 'brainwashing' a man into becoming a mindless and 
nutless  being… or would they. It was just too fucking early for me to even think  
straight, let alone to retain the words from  Henry.

As  Henry began to loosen and remove the chain restraints, my limbs alerted 
me that  they were stiff and sore. I found it nearly impossible to even put a 
small  amount of weight on my legs. I was ordered to crawl the short distance 
to the  shower and reminded that crawling is the 'acceptable' mode of movement 
for a  slave like me. Standing is a  privilege.

In the shower, Henry removed my leather hand mitts and quickly attached 
chains  to my ankles; as he rapidly pulled on another chain which hoisted me upside 
down  and then unceremoniously pulled out my butt plug. I was left laying 
there, with  my shoulders and head the only things, other than my arms to have 
contact with  the floor. 

Henry reached over to a small shelf, recessed in the shower wall, and took 
what  appeared to be a quart bottle and inverted it; and began squeezing the 
contents  of the bottle into my ass.  

"I'll leave  you to enjoy the consequences of the liquid I just put in your 
asshole. I'm sure  you'll find it rather amazing; not just for what it is 
intended to do, but the  depth at which it will start to work, now that you're 
upside down. This stuff  never  fails."

That  said, Henry walked away; leaving me to wonder the when and what of the 
liquid,  now gravitating through my intestines. I couldn't see what Henry was 
doing, but  from the sound of things he was keeping himself  busy.

About  fifteen or so minutes, my gut started to pulse; almost as if it had a 
heart beat  of its own. It even started making those growling sounds we all 
have when we're  hungry. The pulsing turned into sharp stabbing pain and if that 
wasn't enough,  my gut seemed to be 'warming' up as  well.

I  won't go into the details, but let me just say that my bowels reacted 
violently  after another five or so minutes. Henry came over and turned on the 
shower to  wash me down, more than once; before the convulsions  subsided.

Just when I thought I'd been put through enough, Henry began filling my ass 
the  old fashion, 'normal' way; with a bag of warm sudsy water, and then 
another and  another. My stomach was so distended that I was sure looking like a 
pregnant  female. I could feel the water filling every square inch of my 
intestines, as  Henry just laughed and made some off the wall comment about this being 
my first  real 'deep  cleansing'.

Finally the enemas stopped and the bathing began, which was a welcome relief  
from the debasing cleaning I'd just endured.  

Henry was  gentle, yet meticulous in his scrubbing. It wasn't a quick shower 
at all, but at  least it was one that was some what  enjoyable.

I  wasn't afforded a towel to dry off with, but the room wasn't cold enough 
to  cause me to shiver.  Henry did pay close attention to my cuffs, and collar  
making sure that at least they were dried  promptly.

There seemed to be a look of pride emanating from Henry as he continued 
working  with me. He had me kneel, while he removed the leather strip from my balls 
and  replaced it with a dry one; but his hands were not as gentle as Master 
Ryan's,  nor was the tightness the same. Henry's binding of my balls was much 
more  severe.

As  he led me from the bathing area, I noted that we were going into the 
farthest  corner of the dungeon; which was where Henry apparently had been working 
while  my ass was getting purged with that special  'chemical'.

There was a solitary bright quartz light glaring down over what at first I  
thought was an electric chair left over from some prison. You can't imagine the 
 thoughts that went through my mind the moment I saw it. All I could think 
about  was electrocutions and  torture.

By  the time I crawled to the chair, I could tell that there was a lot more 
to it  than I first thought. There was even a hole in the seat of the chair, 
which, to  me, meant that it was a hole where I'd be shitting  down.

After  getting seated in the chair, Henry began strapping me down quite 
securely. Two  straps on each arm, my wrists manacled to the arms of the chair and 
two wider  straps going across my chest.  Yep, I thought, sure enough… 
electric shock  torture.

Then Henry went behind the chair and returned with two weird looking pieces 
of  wood; which turned out that they attached to the chair in front and were  
designed to support the legs and feet of the intended  'victim'.

Like my arms, my feet were manacled to the wood and my legs fastened  firmly.

Henry wasn't done  yet.

The  next surprise came when Henry set a strange looking metal contraption 
between my  legs. It looked like a miniature cage, but it was  round.

He  lifted up my cock, and then with the simplest of movements, the cage 
opened into  two halves. He slid the steel cage underneath my dick and brought the 
two halve  together; leaving my cock head and Prince Albert exposed.  This 
was getting  freakier and freakier by the minute. All I could think about was 
that Henry was  going to fry my  dick.

Henry  worked ever so swiftly, securing the cock cage to the sides of the 
chair,  virtually making it impossible for my cock to move. Again he moved behind 
the  chair and wheeled out a device that I had no fucking clue as to what it 
was; and  set in between my legs, up against the seat.  

I watched  in horror, as Henry reached below the device and started to don a 
pair of latex  surgical gloves.  

After he'd  gotten the gloves on he picked up a syringe from the package and 
quickly  inserted it into my piss hole; pushing the plunger on the syringe, 
which sent  lubricant into my urethra. The next thing he retrieved from the 
package was a  steel rod, which he placed one end of it into the device and the 
other end he  perched at my piss slit.  

A minor  adjust to the device and the steel rod slid into my cock about a 
half an inch.  It was painful, as it worked it's way past the pink muscle of my 
piss hole but  it was bearable enough where I didn't utter anything more than a 
groan. All that  I thought about and cared about at that precise moment was 
the intense, evil  grin on Henry's  face.

Henry  disappeared behind me and the next thing I knew; Henry was placing 
something  against my asshole, which was still sore from the butt plug and  
enemas.

The  overhead light dimmed, leaving me to think I was the one who was going 
to be lit  up.

By the  time I realized what was or wasn't going on; Henry was standing in 
front of me  with what looked like a remote control from a  television.

"Now I'm going to start you off slow and easy, while I clean up the shower  
room", was all that Henry said; as he pushed a button on the remote, bringing 
to  life two electric  motors.

As  Henry walked away, I could feel the dildo pressing at my ass; 
relentlessly,  unable to take my 'no' for a plea. The next shocking bit of torture came 
when  the machine between my legs began to push the steel rod ever so slowly 
into my  cock.

Try as  I might to block out the pain, I was unable to find ways, or pleasant 
thoughts  strong enough, to overpower the anguish my body was being subjected 
 to.

Occasionally Henry would look in my direction, assuring himself that 
everything  was going  well.

The  dildo began to pump up and down, with each upward stroke going up my ass 
a  fraction of an inch more. The steel rod, which was now about five inches 
into my  dick, began the same routine.  

Henry made  his way over to me, and visually checked the operation of the two 
devices; which  apparently were working properly. He pressed another button 
on the remote and  the dildo began not only to speed up, but also to begin to 
rotate in complete  circles.

"Looks like everything is fine here", Henry quipped; "I don't think you'll be 
 wanting anything to eat right now, so I'll just go and start my normal  
housework. I'll come back at lunch time and see how you're doing. Most likely  
you'll be wanting me to keep you on the seat until supper. The last time we had  
a slave on the seat, we didn't take him off of it for two  days."

I  started to say something, but everything I'd seen and everything I knew up 
till  now, told me to keep my mouth closed; as I'd not want to receive a 
punishment  from Henry or anyone  else.

Henry  set the remote down, turned and walked away.


To Be  Continued…        

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