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North  Country  Chapter Twenty  Two



Little did I realize that the small amount of sleep was going to play a large 
 part in the afternoon 'activities. At least it helped for a little  while.

Still groggy from my sleep and with a hunger befitting a starving animal, I 
was  awakened and removed from the table. Henry led me by my nose ring over to 
the  area where countless chains dangled from the ceiling and had me stand 
there  while he placed my wrist cuffed onto the chains. Next, he brought over a 
simple  bar stool that had the center of it cut out, in a circular fashion; 
wedging it  between my legs. From beneath the stool he was doing something which 
I had no  way of seeing; but the end result was me feeling another one of 
those fucking  dildos tickling my  asshole.

Henry repositioned my feet, leaving me in a rather awkward position; with my  
toes touching the ground, but having bent knees. There were a few more  
adjustments made to the overhead chains before Henry began to speak. "We'll just  
see how long you can stand on your toes this way, before you realize that the  
inevitable will happen. If you want to get nice and comfortable, resting your  
slave ass on the stool; you'll just have to slide your pretty little tight 
ass  right down on the dildo before you can rest easy. I'm sure you'll 
eventually  discover that having your tight slave ass all the way down on the seat will 
be a  lot better than trying to withhold the inevitable. Not to mention, that 
once  you're properly 'seated', I'll bring you something to eat and  drink."

What was becoming Henry's normal routine, he left with saying nothing  more.

I knew just by the feel of the dildo that it was well lubricated; but more  
importantly I knew that it was even bigger than any I'd had been subjected to  
before now. Knowing what I already had discovered, Henry was a man of his word 
 and he also meant what ever he said. I had no choice but too 'attempt' to 
seat  myself on the  stool.

The initial pain seemed to linger longer than any of the other times. Right 
away  I felt the fear of the large image beginning its trek up my ass; but 
moreover I  felt a little bit ashamed of myself to allowing myself to even get 
into this  situation.

I also knew that depending upon where Henry was, upstairs, he most likely was 
 getting a good view of my progress from the video feed. I willed myself to  
continue with the pain and anguish of the moment; taking an inch or so more of 
 the dildo, before I began to wiggle about in what must have looked like a 
worm  on a fishing  hook.

I noticed that just a little more of my feet were making contact with the 
floor  and my arms seemed to be following suit with every fraction of an inch 
that I  was able to push up my ass. I could easily feel the beads of sweat 
forming on my  skin, as yet another inch pounded its way into me.  

I began to think about Ryan and once again found myself longing just to hear 
his  voice; but to see him would appear to make things so much easier on  me.

I closed my eyes and thought only of my brother. I could almost smell his  
manliness and the scent of his sexual prowess. I seemed to focus thoughts on his 
 eyes, which appeared to be yearning, to capture my every  thought.

Thoughts and images from last night began to flood, once again, into my train 
of  thought. How could I have been so stupid not to recognize that Ryan had 
such a  boyhood crush on me, all the while he was growing up and passing 
through the  rite of puberty? What kind of a brother had I been to him, to have 
almost forced  man to man sex (mutual masturbation) on him? Those were so awesome 
days in our  lives and now it seems that they are playing an important role in 
both of our  lives.  

I hadn't even realized that the entire time I was thinking about Ryan that 
I'd  allowed myself to slither even further down the dildo; until it was to  
late.

No sooner had I felt the cool bare wood of the seat, that my arms flew out;  
spreading them painfully apart and that there was also a sudden metallic click 
 coming from below the  seat.

I had no idea that there was even more of the dastardly dildo beneath the 
stool.  The click I heard was some sort of mechanical device releasing the 
remainder of  the dildo; cramming it forcefully into my anal cavity. I suppose that 
all it  would have taken would be for me to simply stand up and relieve the 
pressure on  my arms and to lessen the stretching of my rectum; but oddly enough 
I sat there,  as if I was destined to obey. I found myself gasping for air as 
the dildo kept a  steady, maniacal pressure on my rectal  muscles.

Even though the pain was brief, it at least distracted me from thoughts of 
Ryan  and my own dire need for food and rest.  I even began to focus attention 
on  my future life. If it included Ryan, my Master, then it would be a life 
that  'perhaps' I could accept for now. Only time would  tell.

Minutes, not hours, later Henry showed up to release me from the chains and 
the  stool. "Come", was all he said; and I obediently followed him out of the 
dungeon  and up the stairs, all the while moving on hands and knees, with the 
weights  dragging  behind.

I was fed in the kitchen and Henry had even poured a cold can of soda into my 
 water bowl; which made my meal seem like a  feast.
Once I was done with eating I was taken back outside; but this time I wasn't  
required to do any work. There was a heavy foam pool mat laid out on the 
grass  and I noticed that it was covered with a nice plush towel, not to mention 
the  sight of a real life  pillow.

Even though the deck around the pool continued to be abrasive on my knees, I  
kept up with Henry's fast pace until we got to the mat. Henry had me lay on 
my  back and keep my knees bent with my feet flat on the grass. From his pocket 
he  produced a small bottle of lotion and he dutifully went to work lathering 
my  entire front side with the coconut smelling liquid.  

I momentarily thought I'd died and gone to heaven, when Henry removed the 
weight  and bindings from my scrotal sac and began massaging the oil into the now 
very  tender skin. Henry, to his delight (I'm sure), even massaged the oil 
onto the  shaft of my cock, avoiding the scab from my earlier  cutting.

By the time he'd finished rubbing the oil between my thighs and down to my 
sore  pucker hole; my cock had begun to think like 'normal'; with its ever 
hardening  shaft visible. For a second or two, I could have sworn that I saw Henry 
with a  smile on his  face.

Henry even lifted my head up, ever so slightly and adjusted the pillow before 
 telling me that 'I'd earned an afternoon of rest and needed the sun for my  
tan'.

With a rather full stomach, as well as being drained both physically and  
mentally it didn't take long for me to fall  asleep.

The sun was still in glaring down on me as I was awakened by the feel of cold 
 water being spritzed on my chest. Standing over me with a spray bottle was  
Henry, beaming with delight at my  nakedness.

"Time to bake your backside now", Henry said with a gleam in his eyes. "Just  
roll over and get on your hands and knees; as I've brought you some water to  
keep you  hydrated."

As I got myself into the proper position, required; I was directly over the 
bowl  of water and ice. I must have really needed it, because I lapped the 
entire bowl  of water until there wasn't a drop left. What I had failed to notice 
was that  Henry had moved over to where he was standing directly in front of 
me.  

"Kneel slave boy", came Henry's resounding  voice.

As I knelt upright, Henry took a small step forward which left little more 
than  an inch between my face and the zipper of his shorts. For whatever reason, 
I  leaned forward and used my teeth to grasp the zipper and pull it 
completely  down. By this time Henry had placed both his hands on his hips; apparently 
just  waiting to see if I could manage on my own. It was clear that he wasn't 
wearing  any undies; as he mammoth cock sprang right out of his shorts. I 
guess I'd never  paid much attention to Henry's cock until now. I could see that 
he'd kept it  shaved, but he did have a small, well trimmed pubic patch at the 
base.  

I began to lick the shaft on all sides, causing Henry to say a few 
encouraging  words. I at least wasn't dumb enough to think I was going to be swallowing 
any  of his  piss.

Compared to the cocks at the camp, Henry's and the others here seemed to 
bleed  with manliness. Perhaps it was the availability of soap and water that kept 
the  men all smelling so good. Why I wanted to, and why I didn't hesitate to 
tend to  Henry's cock, I just don't know. It was almost as if I needed to suck 
a cock,  knowing that cocksucking is a good thing. I went to sucking and 
licking on his  cock almost as if it was the last cock on earth. I barely felt 
Henry's hands  moving onto my head, as I continued to take more and more of his 
shaft into my  mouth.  

As I felt the cock nearing the back of my mouth, another aspect of what 
little  training I'd had came into play; causing me to focus on my breathing for 
just a  moment as the head of the cock slipped passed my gag point and into my 
throat.  For the very first time, I could actually feel my throat muscles spasm 
against  Henry's cock; eliciting moans and groans from  him.

Not saying that Henry took longer than most before he had his orgasm; but it  
wasn't as if he was in dire need. His seed tasted tart, yet a little sweet 
and  he had globs of it to give me. Henry allowed me the privilege of keeping 
his  cock in my mouth until it completely softened; which was another first for 
me,  all which I seemed to like and  enjoy.

I returned to being on hands and knees while Henry went to work lathering the 
 lotion into my skin. I'm sure he lingered a bit longer than need be while he 
 oiled my butt cheeks and once again down the crack of my ass. His hands were 
 like magic, causing me to relax once again; as he positioned himself between 
my  legs.

Moments later I felt him guide his soft cock into my gapping asshole; only to 
be  followed by a steady stream of his hot piss filling up my bowels. What I 
had  failed to notice was that Henry had also brought out my large butt plug; 
and as  he slid his cock out, the plug was inserted; keeping his piss sloshing 
around  inside my  ass.

Henry flipped the pillow over, to the dry side, as he had me lay down and  
position myself so that the sunlight could tan between my butt cheeks.   "Rest 
well", Henry said as he walked back into the house.  

As I lay there, once again ready to doze off; I could feel the butt plug 
being a  reminder to me as to just what I was turning  into.

Not sure whether it was the need to pee or the noise coming from humans that  
finally woke me, but one thing for sure I needed to piss so frig'n bad it 
wasn't  funny.

My movement had apparently caught Henry's attention and I quickly informed 
him  of my situation. His solution was quite simple. Since my empty water bowl 
was  still alongside the mat, Henry had me get up into my hands and knees 
posture as  he placed the bowl beneath me. His hand quickly grasped my cock and he 
told me  to pee. If it had not been for the crushing need to piss I surely 
would have  found exception to his handling of my dick; but I couldn't hold back 
another  second, and my piss began splashing into the bowl. Such a relief it 
was, and I  wasn't even aware that other eyes were watching the entire thing 
play  out.

"Now see", Henry said, "That wasn't so bad now was it. And to think that I 
don't  have to fill your water bowl up, as it is already filled with refreshing  
liquid."

I should have expected that. I should never assume anything. I should always  
just accept. I should never question or  doubt.

"I almost forgot", Henry started up again, "There's probably just a tad more  
that we can get in the  bowl."

I soon felt him easing my butt plug out, and knew that any remaining piss in 
my  ass was now drizzling into my water bowl.  When Henry set the bowl back  
down near my head, it was indeed full; and there were several flecks of ass  
slime swirling around. "Drink up, anytime you feel thirsty boy", came Henry's  
parting words, as he sauntered back towards the others.  I looked up and  
caught sight of Masters Jeb and Troy, Henry and Kevin's father; all sitting  around 
one of the tables with cool drink in hand. There was no sign of Kevin or  
Roy.  

One by one, the men began shedding their clothes, except for Henry of course, 
 and started to utilize the cool refreshing water of the pool. Henry 
dutifully  stood by refreshing their drinks as they conversed and glanced, 
occasionally, in  my direction.  

During their 'dip' in the pool each of them made sure that they stepped out 
of  the pool and utilized my mouth for either swallowing a load of piss or a 
quick,  unfulfilled blowjob. Regardless of their desire (s), I vowed to myself 
to accept  the fate that had been dealt to me and strived to do what each male 
expected of  me. In the long run, it would lessen the chance of punishment; 
but more  importantly it would show my Master that I, indeed, was turning the 
corner in my  new  life.


The sun was now below the ridge line of the house, signaling the end of what 
had  been a long, yet somehow rewarding day. Henry had ignited some torch 
lights  which seemed to create a rather sensual ambiance to the backyard. None of 
the  males had bothered to put their clothes back on, as they occasionally  
'cannonballed' into the pool. Henry kept doing his duties as the servant to his  
masters; bringing out a light yet seemingly ample meal for the men.  

>From out of nowhere came, "Hey did you forget about us?" and I turned to see  
Kevin and Ray coming into the yard. Kevin stopped and dutifully removed his 
own  clothing; as Ray continued towards the seated  males.

There was a short exchange of words between Ray, Kevin and Kevin's dad about  
what they were supposed to do about dinner; but with ample leftovers still on 
 the table, the situation was quickly resolved. Kevin ate his food directly 
off  of the pool deck, like an obedient  slave.

Ray then took the opportunity to avail himself of my mouth for a short, but  
rewarding, piss; to which he even thanked me. That in itself came as a huge  
surprise; not to mention Ray acting now more mature than I remembered from  
yesterday. I wondered if it was the lashing he received yesterday or if  
something had happened after they left last night; which seemed to have made him  
realize his  errors.

Like a puppy, I watched them eat and frolic in the pool; but I remained  
determined to be obedient. Finally the night came to a close for the guest;  which 
made me a little relieved to say the least. Now I only had two Masters to  
concern myself  with.

They both approached me, both still naked, and I couldn't imagine what was 
going  to take place, until each one of them took their turn fucking me. It was 
a  blissful event, as each of them somehow managed to massage my prostate with 
 their ridged cocks. My own cock hardened, not going unnoticed, and I was  
rewarded by Master Troy stroking my cock, every so gently until it erupted in a  
gargantuan orgasm. I couldn't even control my own vocal sounds, as the sperm  
surged its way through my body and rocketed out the end of my dick.  

Shocked, isn't a word to describe what happened next. Master Jeb commanded 
Henry  to lick the remaining cum off the tip of my cock and what remained on the 
Prince  Albert. BUT, the strangest thing about the experience was that none 
of the men  said a word to me, as to the reason for granting me such a 
delightful ending to  the  day.

I followed Master Jeb down to the dungeon, where he delighted in 
administering  my evening enema and providing me with a rather harsh scrubbing under a 
cascade  of cold water. After tending to my piercings and scab, I was placed in 
the cage  for the night; but not before Master Jeb gave me a passionate kiss 
and finally  speaking some words which caused me hours of thought, "sleep well 
my little  beauty. I only wish that you belonged to  me."
There  isn't much sense to go into the details of my thinking, just because I 
know that  most of you have had similar experiences in your  lives.

Master Troy was the keeper of the morning lights, as he seemed less than  
enthusiastic when he banged on the cage, causing me to wake up. "Time to rise  
and shine, boy. You've a big day ahead of you and you surely don't want to fuck  
up one single thing or else your evening will be less than enjoyable. Just in 
 case you don't know it, but today is Wednesday and I'm pretty sure you know 
what  that means. But in case you don't… to us and your master today is a big 
day,  which by all rights should also be a most rewarding day for you as well. 
So  don't go fucking anything up whereby you'll have to receive a punishment 
instead  of what is planned for you  tonight."

I was still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, as Master Troy had already begun 
to  leave me alone, in silence; still trying to comprehend his words through 
the fog  of  daybreak.

After the footsteps from the floor above had all but gone silent, Henry 
brought  me down a breakfast like I hadn't had in years. Although it was still 
served in  the bowl, it was a delight to my  palate.

"Today, you have your choice 'boy. You can either choose the stool or the 
chair  for your morning activity", Henry said with a rather up beat tone to his  
voice.

Was I to actually speak to him? Surely with everything I'd been put through 
they  weren't about to break the rule of 'slaves are silent'.  I opted to play 
it  safe.  I quickly made my decision and crawled over to the 'chair', without 
 uttering a  word.

After I was firmly strapped in, the chair came to life and Henry left me to 
my  agony and  joys.

Hours later I was released from the chair and taken outside, once again to 
soak  up some of the sunshine. For the entire morning and afternoon, I couldn't 
begin  to understand why I was being treated this way; but I sure wasn't going 
to  complain; afterall, this was a lot better than being whipped or  beaten.

After another siesta under the harsh rays of the sun, I was taken into the  
kitchen for my noon meal. It too, was of the finest quality and I even got to  
lap up an ice cold soda from my  bowl.

The remainder of the afternoon I was bathed, cleaned out, shaved from head to 
 toe and I even got a light, rather seductive oil rubbed over my entire body. 
 This was almost unbearable, the way I was being treated as if I was some 
slave  belonging to royalty. Every move Henry made, seemed as if it was 
calculated and  with purpose; even as he led me back to my cage, 'without' my ass 
filled with  the butt  plug.

As Henry left me locked away in the cage, he reminded me not to lay down; as 
it  would have detrimental effect to my oiled body.  So I spent the remainder  
of the afternoon either kneeling upright or on my hands and  knees.

I was intrigued by watching Henry toil away in the dungeon. He brought in 
some  rather strange looking light fixtures, he cleaned the 'slave' table as if 
it was  in an operating room and he seemed to be arranging a few items on a 
small,  serving table along one side of the larger table.  

Before he left, he came over and took a quick glance at me; as if to reassure 
 himself that he'd done all that was required of him. He turned the lights 
down  so that the dungeon was bathed in a soft glow, with one brighter light 
showering  down beads of light over the 'slave'  table.

The old adage of "lights on but nobody is home" came to mind as I still felt  
befuddled at all of the day's activities to this point. Finally, I came to  re
alize what everything was all about, and what I was soon to experience. Two  
plus two, really does equal four.  

Soft music began to filter down from the speakers; music that I'd never heard 
 before, but nonetheless it was soothing to my  soul.

I'd thought that with the amount of footsteps thumping overhead that Masters  
Troy and Jeb would have come down by now, but that was not to be the  case.

Although I was beginning to feel the nervousness and the butterflies in my  
stomach; I somehow knew that tonight was Master Ryan's night.  

Henry reappeared and turned on the lights that he'd set up earlier. After he 
had  turned off all of the others, the newer lights seemed to bounce their 
luminous  rays off the ceiling in a rather slow, exotic fashion; somehow matching 
the  music coming from the  speakers.

When I was taken from the cage, Henry had me get up onto the table and once  
again I began to feel vulnerable for some strange reason. Henry carefully  
positioned my body this time; not allowing me to move it to where he desired it  
to  be.

I could tell that my tailbone was on the very edge of the table, as Henry 
began  attaching the chains to my ankle irons. However, this time my knees were 
pushed  back, just a little, towards my head; before Henry began to raise my 
feet. The  cool rush of air flowing across my hole, sent a wave of unknown 
excitement  coursing through my entire  body.

My wrists weren't attached to chains, which seemed a bit odd, but I wasn't 
even  thinking about asking why. Instead they were fixed to my steel collar; 
which  left my armpits exposed to the same cool air that was still wafting over 
my  ass.

The look in Henry's eyes turned to being very serious as he told me to lift 
my  hips up; and then he slid a leather covered pillow under the lower part of 
my  back; thus elevating my genitals and rectum higher than the rest of my  
body.

An identical pillow was then placed under my head; which gave me a little 
better  perspective as to everything that Henry was  doing.

A wide leather strap was placed precisely over my pelvis and fastened rather  
tightly underneath the table. As before, an identical strap was placed across 
my  chest just above my  nipples.

My eyes followed Henry as he moved over to one of the big wooden chests and 
came  back holding something that I'd never seen before. "This", Henry started, 
"is  what is casually accepted as an anal probe. But for your evening, we'll 
just  call it your mouth gag. It has to go all in, so you'll have enough time 
to get  settled in get your breathing under control before Master Ryan 
arrives. Gag if  you must, but I've got to get this down into your  throat."

Our eyes met, and I knew that Henry was dead serious on getting the damn 
thing  down my throat. It was certainly flexible enough but it was longer than any 
mans  dick. I seem to be fixated on the oval shaped knob at the very  tip.

I should have known that he wasn't going to lift my nose ring out of the way. 
 Instead he guided the knobby thing through the ring and into my mouth. The 
taste  of latex and rubber was overpowering at first. Just as soon as I had my 
first  bout with gagging, Henry eased up a bit, encouraging me to concentrate 
on my  breathing. I could feel the probe, now mixed with my own saliva, going 
slowly  into my  throat.

When Henry removed his hand, all I could see was the flesh colored handle  
sticking out of my mouth, encircled by my nose ring. My breathing was still  
labored by at least I wasn't gagging nearly as much as I'd had at the  beginning.

I couldn't see where Henry went to, but when he returned he stood between my  
legs. In one hand he had what looked like a gigantic stick of butter or 
grease  and in the other hand he had a long thin dildo. I instantly felt the cool  
hardness of the stick of grease at my ass. Henry used the thin dildo to push 
the  grease deep inside my bowels. He smiled as he retracted the dildo, holding 
it up  for me to see that it was actually clean, with only a trace of grease 
on the  very  end.

There was a rather distracting rumbling sound coming from behind me; and it 
soon  began apparent as to exactly was making the noise.  

Master Jeb was rolling in a small television set, perched atop a high metal  
stand; and he placed it on the right side of my torso, down near my  hip.

There were a few words exchanged between the two and all I could get out of  
their conversation was that 'he's ready to receive his  master'.

Had it not been for the soft music playing, I'd have felt rather lonely by  
myself, as the two men  left.

The next time I saw Henry he was an all together different looking servant. 
He  was wearing a white jacket, open from top to bottom; and he was wearing a 
black  bow tie. There was no shirt beneath the jacket, just his now well oiled, 
 glistening skin. I caught a glimpse of his lower half when he momentarily  
stepped away from the table and slid a fancy black leather stool over to the  
table; on the opposite side as the television set, more centered between my 
hips  and my nipples. Henry was naked from the waste down, even his balls seemed 
to  glitter in the seductive lighting of the  dungeon.

No sooner had Henry moved to the other side of the table, standing next to my 
 shoulder, in a 'parade rest' position, that Master Ryan came  in.

Master Ryan commented to Henry on how nice he looked and complimented him on 
his  work preparing the evenings  activities.

When I saw Master Ryan, I couldn't believe that this man was the same man 
that I  knew as my brother. He was dressed immaculately; in fact he was actually 
dressed  in some of what used to be my clothes. He really looked masculine and 
well  proportioned in the clothes. He didn't bother sitting down, as he made 
eye  contact with me. He had the most wonderful and genuine looking smile on 
his  face; that seemed to make me feel warm inside and  out.

Master Ryan walked slowly from one end of me to the other, including in 
between  my legs. I could feel one of his fingers touching my hole and then I 
watched as  he licked his own finger  clean.

Henry must have gone upstairs while all that was taking place; because no 
sooner  had Master Ryan sat down on the stool, that Henry was handing him a glass 
of  what must have been red wine. In the time it took for me to blink my 
eyes, Henry  was gone  again.

I watched, carefully, as Master Ryan sipped from the glass; as his free hand  
began gliding over my well oiled body. His hand encircled my nipple and then 
his  fingers began toying with the nipple ring.  

Master Ryan's hand finally ventured down to my cock, and almost as if he'd 
had  years of experience, he began to slowly stroke the shaft until the cock was 
 semi-erect. All I could do… All I wanted to do was to keep my eyes closed 
and  savor the moment, the feel of his soft hand on my dick. As if that wasn't  
enough, he began to gently massage my balls, one at a time, which seemed to  
excite my cock even more.  

If I'd not been bound to the table, I'm positive that I would have sat right 
up  and embraced him. I didn't want any of this to stop. I wanted it to go on  
forever. At that very moment when my mind was relishing with sheer delight, I 
 would have done anything Master Ryan would have told me to do. As they say, 
I  was 'putty in his  hands'.

The only thing that brought me back to the moment was the feeling of 
something  large and cold resting on my abdomen and lower chest. When I opened my eyes 
I  was initially startled to see a lit candle; but then I saw it was on a 
sterling  silver tray; along with what smelled like a meal fit for a  king.

I glanced up towards Henry and could see that he had a look of concern on his 
 face. I processed the look as saying, 'I'd best not make any sudden moves or 
 else the candle would topple over.  

Henry produced the bottle of wine and filled the glass for Master Ryan. As  
Master Ryan began to eat, his eyes would flicker back and forth between the 
food  and my face. With my breathing well under control, through my nose, my 
chest was  hardly rising or falling; which made it a rather easy task for keeping 
the food  AND the candle in their  places.

The next thing I know, is that Henry was handing Master Eric the remote for 
the  television. The customary thank you was exchanged and Henry returned to be 
by my  shoulder.  

The television came to life, and after a brief moment of snowflakes on the  
screen, it showed none other than me. I was amazed to see myself hiking in the  
northern woods. Those photos of me had to have been taken on the first day 
that  I'd met up with the guy from camp; without my  knowledge.

Not even wanting to move my eyes from the screen, I knew that Master Ryan was 
 expecting to see a change of expression on my face; and I'm positive that I  
didn't disappoint  him.

More and more still shots moved across the screen, as if in a slide show  
presentation. Then the screen changed to video, and it shocked and amazed me  
that my entire denuding, the first blowjob and anal rape were all caught on  
tape. I was somewhat embarrassed by my own begging and pleading with all the men  
at camp not to hurt me or rape me.  

Finally, I dared myself to take a quick look into my brother's eyes, to see 
what  reaction he was having. Master Ryan seemed more interested in his meal 
and the  body beneath the tray than he was in watching the  screen.

Even Henry was in a trance like state as he too, watched the television 
screen.  He wasn't even blinking an eye, as he watched me lying beneath the 
outhouse  receiving the men's piss and shouts of torture and  mutilation.

There was even one segment of tape that chronicled one of the few trips made  
into town. What was even more surprising was the part of the tape that showed 
me  hiding from the men, during my failed escape  attempt.

Everything on the tape seemed as if it was only yesterday. I could begin to 
feel  my heart rate increase but I quickly began to calm  myself.

Watching the tape was if I was reliving the entire experience over again, 
only  this time with my brother in attendance. God, it was such a mixed batch of  
emotions that were flowing through my brain that I wasn't even sure how I'd  
managed to survive up till  now.

The tape ended, with the last bit of it showing Henry preparing me for 
tonight.  Nothing during my stay here, so far, had gone on without being filmed; 
including  the incident with  Kevin.

Master Ryan had finished his meal, at the same time the film was concluding 
and  Henry quickly removed the tray and candle. I didn't know it then… but it 
would  be quite some time before I'd see Henry, or Masters Troy and  Jeb.

Master Ryan stood up and scooted the stool back. He stood over me like a  
towering God. His infinite smile continued to warm my  soul.

"I think it's about time that we get this butt toy out of your face." Master  
Ryan said in a rather sympathetic tone of  voice.

He eased the latex rod from my throat and I began to breathe normal  again.

Master Ryan continued staring at me, as if expecting something and then it  
suddenly hit  me.

"Master, thank you Master", I said with reverence in my  voice.

I was never so excited to be able to speak. It had been such a long journey  
without speech that just those four words made me feel human once  again.

Our lips met and we exchanged a long, passionate, and compassionate kiss;  
between a master and his  slave.
The  next thing I experience is Master Ryan's tongue darting in and out of my 
right  ear; while he plays with the giant earring dangling beneath. My cock 
began to  harden and I wasn't even ashamed if he or anyone else knew  it.

>From my ear, his mouth went down to each of my nipples; first licking each of 
 them and then sucking on them as if expecting them to produce milk. The 
strain  in my balls was beginning to cause me alarm, as by now my cock was rock 
solid  and almost laying against my  abdomen.

His mouth found my nuts, and he gave each of them a tongue bath using copious 
 amounts of his saliva; while at the same time his hands were massaging the 
sides  of my chest. All I could think about, other than Master Ryan being my 
brother,  was that I didn't want the night to  end.

But, as sad as it may sound; his mouth left my balls and his hands pulled 
away  from my  body.

I couldn't believe that I was almost in tears; as I saw him, what appeared at 
 first, to be walking away from me. Then he turned and came at me from 
between my  bent, outstretched  legs.

He looked right into my eyes, searing my mind and soul with his look of 
concern  and  love.

"This is your night, and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I intend to."  
Master Ryan said in a soft, almost romantic, voice. "Tonight we bond, as one. 
No  longer will we be two separate beings. From this day forward, our lives 
will  forever be changed. Neither of us will be able to forget this time 
together. It  is as much for you as it is for me. The combining of our souls and 
hearts; which  no one person can ever take from us for all  eternity."

I could tell by Master Ryan's voice that he wasn't expecting me to reply to 
his  statement. I knew I was breaking all rules, but I couldn't keep my eyes 
off of  my brother, my  master.

The feeling of one finger slowly teasing the puffy area around my ass, sent  
shivers up my spine. The feeling of excitement and adoration for my master 
came  when two fingers entered my  ass.

The third and fourth finger inside the dark confines of my ass, sent a 
torrent  of pure lust directly from my heart into my master's  soul.

Master Ryan never once took his eyes away from my face, as he watched every  
reaction I was having to his bent thumb being added to the four fingers.  

Even as he twisted and turned his wrist ever so slowly, the waves of lust  
combined with my wants, needs and desires. I never once thought any different  
about the experience or  feelings.

I watched as he placed his free hand on my cock, pressing it down firmly 
against  my stomach muscles. At the same time I felt the pressure of his hand; as 
he  maintained a constant pressure against my hole, until it seemed almost 
magical  that his hand entered my  cavity.

After several deep breaths I was back in control, or so I  thought.

Master Ryan was even more careful as his hand turned in circles inside of me. 
 The excitement was indescribable as he began to push past my anal muscle and 
I  could honestly feel the bones of his wrist gently massaging the anal 
sphincter  muscle. I knew that if he kept this up, that my own cock was going to 
erupt like  never  before.

His hand and wrist action stopped briefly, allowing him a moment to adjust 
his  feet and for me to catch my  breath.

What seemed like hours, days, Master Ryan continued to work himself into my  
body. Only once or twice did I even consider how much of him was inside of me. 
 It was all too good to believe, but it was all too  real.

By the time Master Ryan stopped again, my body was coated with a fine sheen 
of  sweat on top of my oiled body. Master Ryan had the smile and facial 
expression  that I'll remember for ever. I had too, and I wanted  too.

Once he restarted his anal actions, Master Ryan added his mouth to each of my 
 balls, which (I'm sure) he knew was bringing me that much closer to my  
orgasm.

Finally, sadly, I came to a monumental climax; sending ropes of sperm from my 
 navel all the way to my face. My entire body shuddered as my ass clamped 
down on  Master Ryan's forearm. My testicles felt trapped in the bindings, yet 
they  performed  flawlessly.

The slow extraction of Master Ryan's arm was at that moment, the saddest part 
of  my life up till now. When he displayed his arm I could easily tell just 
by the  grease marks, that he had had almost ninety percent of his forearm 
inside of  me.

It truly was a bonding of hearts and souls; one that will never escape my  
memory.

After wiping his arm off, Master Ryan moved up and began kissing and licking 
the  sperm off of my face, which I totally didn't  expect.

The next thing to occur was Master Ryan removing all of his clothes and 
mounting  the table with his cock directly over my  mouth.

I wanted and needed his cock. As he slowly lowered himself, I tried in vain 
to  suck him down faster. While he began to slowly fuck my mouth, he started to 
lick  the cum from around my groin area; before he, himself, began licking 
the shaft  of my cock. Had it not been for the Prince Albert, who knows, he may 
have even  felt the desire to suck my  dick.

Master Ryan finally buried the entire length of his cock into my mouth and  
throat; allowing my throat muscles to milk him dry.  

After such a strenuous workout, Master Ryan collapsed right down on top of 
me;  leaving his cock embedded in my mouth, while it softened. The sperm that 
had  remained on my stomach and chest was now squeezed between the two of us,  
'cementing' our bond just a bit  further.

I could feel his chest heaving, as he pulled his flaccid cock from my mouth,  
only to replace it, with a little help from me, with his smooth scrotum.  

As he lay there, his head sideways between my outstretched legs; I worshiped 
his  scrotal sac with my tongue and spit.  I could feel his cock resting on my 
 chin, sensing the flow of blood rushing to the  tip.

Whatever I'd been subjected to, over the past days and weeks all seemed so  
insignificant now. All I wanted to do from this moment in time, forward, was to 
 be the best slave I could possibly be to my Master, my  brother.

To Be Continued…

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