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North Country  Chapter  20


The next hours and minutes were difficult for both myself and Kevin; as 
neither  one of us wanted to deal with pain. Kevin, for not causing the pain and me 
for  not wanting to feel the pain; as I was nearing total exhaustion from an 
already  eventful  day.

At  least the two of us had been granted permission to speak; which was going 
to be  the only way I could have possibly survived the dildo  ordeal.

"I  sure looks like you're going to have to take the whole thing up your 
butt, if  you want the weights to lay on the floor", Henry said in a tone of voice 
one  might expect at a funeral  parlor.

"Let's just go an inch at a time and then we can see just how much and how 
fast  I will be able to tolerate all of this." I replied, still gazing into 
Henry's  face.  "I don't think that even if you were to let go of the chain that 
I'd  fall to fast onto the rubber cock. But, right now I don't want to test my  
theory. Just ease me down until I say 'stop' and then we can decide what to 
do  next."

With  a look of terror in his eyes, Henry slowly put a small amount of slack 
in the  chain and I instantly felt the tip of the black invader pushing to 
gain access  to my bowels. I'm guessing, but I don't even think and inch made its 
way into me  before I hollered 'stop'; long enough to take several deep 
breaths and to  compose my  emotions.

Henry continued to look as if he were a condemned man on his way to a  
hanging.

While I tried my best not to show any pain, I could tell that Kevin knew that 
I  was indeed struggling to keep myself from shouting out or worse yet, to 
cry. He  started conversing with me, I suppose to try and take my mind off of 
the anal  invader.

Just from listening to him talk, I learned a lot about him, his father and 
Ray.  At least now I knew that Ray wasn't 'out' yet to his own parents, but he 
felt  relief in just knowing that Kevin's dad was 'cool' with it; seeing as how 
he was  also gay. What should have come as a surprise, didn't. Kevin told me 
how his  friend Ray made him suck his cock, right in the living room, in front 
of Kevin's  dad. They both made him remain naked the whole night and Kevin 
even got washed  in the shower by his own father. Ray made Kevin eat his oatmeal 
from a bowl, on  the floor, just like a family pet; and to make it worse, 
Kevin's father was  sitting at the table, reading the paper the entire time. 
Kevin started to  explain Ray's command to lick his dirty ass, but I didn't want 
to hear about  that, so I told Kevin to ease me down another inch or  two.

Kevin  seemed to be giving me moral support and encouragement as the dildo 
slide into  my ass. I don't know how or why he'd said some of the things that he 
did, but  they seemed to me as if he was wiser in years than his actual age. 
I began  wondering if it had something to do with the break up of his parents 
marriage or  if it was just that he was a brighter than average  teenager.

I  began to feel the thickness of the dildo the next time Kevin eased me 
down. I  knew it had to have been thicker than the one that raped me earlier 
today, and  the amount that was already inside of me seemed to be 'filling' me up 
rather  quickly. It wasn't until Kevin said, "six or seven more inches and 
you'll be  fucking the whole thing", that I came to realize that I wasn't even 
half way  through this  ordeal.

Kevin, not surprisingly, asked how I came to be in this situation; and as 
much  as I'd wanted not to tell him, he kept on being persistent until I started 
from  the  beginning.

There were several times, in the beginning, that I began to cry; as I 
explained  the men and their brutal ways; making me suck their cocks, drink their 
piss and  getting fucked. Kevin, somehow managed to maintain his hold on the 
chain and  lean forward, licking the tears from my  cheek.

I  found myself re-living each and every moment of my capture and escape. It 
was  rather difficult to tell him about the night at the car wash. I don't 
know the  how or the why; but it seemed that I was describing myself in a way in 
which I  discovered that I was putting a great deal of emphasis on the more 
pleasurable  experiences and really playing up the ones that  weren't.

Kevin seemed to be mesmerized by my words, describing the horror, humiliation 
 and degradation that I had endured. But what got me, was when Kevin quietly  
said, "I guess that there wasn't a real good reason for refusing Ray's order  
earlier  today".

The  next thing I know, Kevin's got me describing my 'teen' years and how my 
family  got along. It was only when revisiting those years that I discovered 
that I just  may have had some tendencies toward other men. It seemed that 
every time I  mentioned Ryan's name, my cock twitched and my ass convulsed. The 
feeling of my  innards being full with Ryan's cock seemed to overpower any other 
feelings and  thoughts for that one moment in  time.

Something told me to stop talking and to pay attention. What I hadn't noticed 
 was that during my entire spiel, Kevin had taken it upon himself to lower me 
 ever so slowly onto the dildo that I didn't even notice. I suppose that I 
was so  in to getting the story as factual as possible that I never once saw him 
move  his hands on the  chain.

As  soon as Kevin noticed my look of surprise, he chimed in with; "I just 
wanted you  to get your mind off of this dildo fucking you. I didn't want to see 
you hurting  any more than you needed to. And, I'm sorry for doing it that way 
if I've made  you angry with  me."

I  couldn't be angry at Kevin; hell, I couldn't be happier and I told him as 
much.  Then, I asked how much of the dildo was left to go and he told me about 
two  inches, 'but they are the thickest I've ever  seen".

"Well, what if you let go of the chain and just let my body weight take over? 
I  really don't think it could be all that bad", I said, only half believing 
my own  words.

"I'm  not so sure about that, but I think you might just be right. Perhaps 
your body  weight and the frig'n size of what is left just might take a little 
time for it  to finish going in", Kevin  replied.

I  tensed up as he slowly removed his hands from the chain, and sure enough 
we were  right. My body didn't slam me down onto the dildo. I could feel the 
ominous  pressure that it was putting on my body, as it tried to ease into my 
ass. It  seemed more uncomfortable than painful at this point. I watched with  
reservation, as Kevin got up close and looked at the invader ever so slowly  
working up my  ass.

What I  was even more surprised at, was when Kevin stepped away and went 
rummaging  around the dungeon; until he came back with a small wooden  box.

He  carefully placed the box between my legs, mindful of the chain and weight 
 dangling from my nuts. I watched, clueless for a moment, until Kevin stepped 
 onto the box and got as close to me as possible. His cock was right in front 
of  my face, and he simply reached over and pulled my face to his crotch; 
rubbing  his cock across my lips, as it started to  harden.

The  smell of manliness, combined with the endorphins flowing through my 
brain left  me wanting and desiring his cock. I slowly opened my mouth and eased 
my tongue  out so that it would come in contact with the piss slit each time 
Kevin moved it  across from right to left.  

I wasn't at  all surprised when his cock stiffened like a fine piece of 
lumber. I mouth  opened as if it had a mind of it's own and started to engulf 
Kevin's cock. He  slowly worked his hips back and forth, trying not to disturb my  
situation.

Several minutes passed and I got an ample sampling of his pre-cum, that I 
knew  the 'main course' wasn't to far in coming. I felt him slide his hands from 
my  head down to my shoulders; and at the moment he felt his cock erupting, 
Kevin  put a small, but sufficient, amount of downward pressure on my body, 
sending it  down to the very base of the dildo. Now I was fully impaled on this 
monster of  dildos and I was still savoring the taste and texture of Kevin's 
manhood. I can  only remember allowing myself the pleasure of a prolonged moan as 
the dildo  planted itself firmly up my butt, but the sheer delight of having 
sex with Kevin  outweighed the negative effect in my  ass.

Just  the knowledge of and the feeling from, having the weight no longer 
straining my  scrotum was a splendid relief. I kept Kevin's penis in my mouth 
until he decided  it was time to extract it.  

Kevin  seemed to keep it in my mouth, lying on my tongue for several minutes 
beyond his  climax; but then it came to me, what was next. Kevin started with 
small spurts  of his piss, hitting the back of my throat and then he allowed 
it to pour into  my mouth at full  stream.

I  had no way out of the situation and could only hope that young Kevin had 
had his  fill for the night. Once Kevin stepped backwards, off the box, I 
somehow felt a  tremendous amount of relief. Seems impossible to feel relief with a 
dildo  filling your gut but it was indeed a  relief.

Once  Kevin had put the box back from whence it came, he once again 
approached me;  this time dropping to his knees and leaning forward, he took my left 
nut into  his mouth and began bathing it with his spit covered tongue. After 
several  minutes he moved his mouth over to the right nut and gave it an 
identical  treatment. My cock strained to harden, yet with the confining cinch ring 
and the  piercing it seemed nearly  impossible.

Noting my 'dilemma', Kevin moved his tongue up to my shaft and began 
lathering  it with his saliva. I'm not ashamed to admit, but his tongue did the trick. 
As  uncomfortable as it was, having been circumcised twenty four hours 
earlier, my  cock finally rose to the  occasion.

Being a nearly impossible task to put one's mouth over the large Prince 
Albert  dangling ever so prominently, Kevin took several of his fingers and slowly 
began  to manipulate my cock in a manner such that it took less than five 
minutes for  me to spew sperm out the head of my dick. I watched, amazed, as it 
clung to the  steel ring; making a fine tread of white as gravity began pulling 
the sperm  downwards towards the  floor.

Eagerly and without prompting, Kevin got his tongue out and began to consume 
the  manseed as it continued to form below the Prince Albert ring. When he was 
 satisfied that there wasn't any more, he concentrated directly on my piss 
slit;  trying as hard as he could to flicker his tongue into the slit, as if 
searching  for buried  treasure.

I  was now totally spent. I didn't have any energy left, as Kevin also seemed 
to be  running out of steam himself. We simply stared at each other, as if 
waiting for  the other person to speak, but no words ever came. Kevin went out 
of the  dungeon, to the laundry room and quickly returned with a bowl of fresh 
water for  me. I would have expected him, this time, to at least allow me the 
privilege of  drinking from a glass. With his puppy dog eyes, Kevin held the 
bowl up to my  face and I resigned myself that this was going to be the only 
way I was going to  get anything to  drink.

Only  a few other words were spoken between us, as Kevin readied himself to 
sleep on  the mat inside the cage. He gave me one quick, sad look as he sat 
down on the  mat and reclined, as if he was welcoming sleep.  

With the  lights still dimly lit, it was a little difficult for me to think 
about sleep;  even though my body needed it, but with being impaled and still 
suspended with  all of the webbing I just couldn't find anyway possible to 
actually get what I'd  call 'real  sleep'.

Sometime during the night, I found myself waking up and thinking about my 
entire  life as it used to be. As with everyone, life is never easy and having to 
make  ends meet every month, plus saving money for later on in life seemed to 
be the  focus of my thought process. It wasn't until much later that I began 
to compare  the old life against the 'new life' and there were some, not many, 
 similarities.

It is hard for me to recall exactly what my thoughts were concerning Ryan, 
but I  know that I had mixed emotions about the entire brother/brother  thing.

I  don't remember hearing Kevin get up either; I guess I was just to tired to 
 recall much of anything. I even wonder, to this very day, if depriving me of 
 sleep was an intentional  act.

Kevin,  when I discovered him up and about, was in the shower pissing down 
the drain. He  finally managed to come over and see if I was all right and I 
quietly told him  that I too, needed to pee real bad. He scrounged around and 
found the plastic  urinal and eased it over my dick and I had no scruples about 
pissing into it, in  front of  Kevin.

Kevin  shocked me, as after I'd pissed; he raised the urinal up to his mouth 
and  chugged the entire contents down his throat. He scurried over to the 
laundry tub  and rinsed out the urinal before placing it back into one of the 
wooden  boxes.

"I  don't suppose there is anything for me to help you with until they come 
back and  release you from this contraption", Kevin said rather solemnly. "I 
just want to  tell you that the only reason I drank your piss is because you 
took mine last  night and it seems only fair that I return the  favor."

"Well thanks Kevin. I'm happy if your happy. You didn't have to do it to make 
me  feel better about you. I like you and I think you're a nice kid", I said 
with  some  feeling.

Kevin came closer to me and then the two of us just seemed to engage our two  
tongues as if it the 'normal' thing to be doing. For some reason, I wasn't  
finding this repulsive in the least. I, honestly, felt fine with kissing 
another  man. Kevin tried to reach between my head and the chains holding me up, in 
order  that he might give me a hug, but his actions sent the entire webbed 
contraption  into a back and forth swinging motion; to which I told Kevin to  
stop.

Moments later, I heard the door to the outside stairs open and close and I 
told  Kevin that he should quickly get back into the cage, for fear of earning 
himself  some form of  punishment.

Odd as it seemed at first, but Kevin's father appeared in the room and only  
giving me a passing glare, as he quick stepped his way over to  Kevin.

I  couldn't see the entire cage but I did see Kevin give his dad a big hug, 
but  from all appearances, his father didn't seem to care to much for Kevin's  
attention. I know they both tried to keep their voices down, but we all know  
that it is really tough to do; especially when two people are at odds with 
each  other. Well, I heard Ray's name mentioned several times, along with the 
words  'slave', 'boy', 'cumsucker' and lastly 'shiteater'. I didn't know if the 
old man  was trying his best to piss his son off or  what.

I'm  almost positive, if that was at all possible, that I heard Kevin's dad 
demand a  'quick suck' before he had to venture off to his day job. The room 
fell silent,  with me listening for any clue as to what was going on. Ten 
minutes later,  Kevin's dad walked right past me and exited the house the same way 
he  entered.

Running up to me Kevin, in tears, said, "I have to stay here the whole day,  
until my dad gets home from work. The only way Ray and I can be together is if 
 and when he comes over and has a talk with Troy and Jeb. Well, fuck, neither 
of  them will be home until five tonight so that means that I have to stay 
here AND  I have to obey every thing that Henry says for me to do. I don't think 
I'm going  to like this day one fucking bit; not if it involves doing 
something to you that  makes you in  pain."

Minutes, few at that, Henry along with Masters Jeb and Troy arrived. It 
wasn't  until the two of us saw the look of disgust on Master Troy's face that we 
knew  that we, or I, must have done something  wrong.

"Just  who the fuck do you think you are!", Master Troy yelled at the top of 
his  lungs.

I was  mortified, to say the least; as I'd not the faintest clue as to what 
in the hell  he meant by that. One quick look at Kevin, and it was easy to see 
that he was  literally shaking like a leaf.  

"Who the  fuck said either one of you two scumbags could spew your filthy 
fucking slave  cum. AND, who in the hell gave YOU (looking at Kevin) permission 
to abuse this  slave. Just who in the hell do you think you  are!"

Master  Troy's face was redder than a frig'n fire truck. The veins in his 
neck made him  look almost un-human, as the veins seemed to bulge out; as if 
looking to escape  the confines of Master Troy's  body.

The  next thing I know, Master Jeb is yelling at Kevin for pissing on the 
floor. I  felt so bad for him that if I could of helped out in any way, shape or 
form, I  would have do so without hesitation.  

Without as  much as blinking an eye, Master Troy came up to me and I thought 
for sure I was  about to get the beating of a life time. But instead, it 
turned out to be much  worse. He took hold of the chain and began to relentlessly 
raise my body off of  the dildo; with the exception of the last inch. Then 
without a word, or warning,  Master Troy simply let go of the chain and my body 
weight once again began to  impale me back onto the fucking dildo of death.  

And not to  be outdone, Master Jeb came over and began to manipulate the 
chains holding up  the webbing so that my body swayed back and forth as it 
self-impaled. The icing  on the cake was when Master Jeb, using his booted foot, 
kicked wildly at the  dangling weight attached to my nuts.  

Near  exhaustion, starvation and ever so close to passing out, I was still 
able to let  them know that I was in pain; lots and lots of  pain.

Henry  did nothing to stop the rapid influx of torture, nor did he even 
consider  helping Kevin. The only glimpse I got of Kevin was seeing him on hands 
and knees  licking up the piss he had spurted onto the  floor.

I  should have remembered the damn cameras catching every move and sound we 
made.  I, for some odd reason, began to meditate myself away from the pain, the 
yelling  and screaming; so that the only thing in my conscience mind was 
Ryan.  

I started  to wonder, if he was going to hear about this or was he perhaps 
going to get to  see the video of my screw up. Either way, I was almost certain 
that I'd not  heard, or felt, the last of this; at least not until after  
Wednesday.

"No food for either of these two fucking shitheads!", barked Master  Troy.

When I  heard the way Henry responded to Master Troy, I just fucking knew 
that Henry was  enjoying every bit of this mornings  session.

The  two Masters turned and walked away, but not before each of them spat in 
my face,  and called me so many names that they'd left me in  tears.

Perhaps, if I'd not been so tired and sore; I might have taken their  
constructive comments in a much more acceptable  manner.

I  was now completely impaled, again, on the dildo, and my nuts seemed to  
appreciate the fact that my ass suffered to save them their  pain.
Henry stayed  there long enough for Kevin to finish licking the piss off the 
floor, and to be  returned to the cage, not to mention being locked in it this 
 time.

Neither one of us said a word; but I did manage to get myself twisted around  
enough so I could see all of the cage; as Kevin stood there, gripping the 
bars  tightly and sobbing like a  child.

The  sun hadn't even come up, and yet we had managed to get the whole 
household  enraged at us, not to mention Kevin's fathers little tirade of his  own.

This  had all the makings of what could turn out to be a very, very, long  
day.

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