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North Country  Chapter Twenty  Four


It was really sort of strange, being in the shower with my brother. How long 
had  it been since we shared the warm cascade of water? Now, I was preparing 
to scrub  my Master, with every fiber of my body desiring to please  him.

I  started at his feet, or should I say that I was 'about' to start washing 
his  feet; when he raised the foot and informed me that the 'proper' way to 
bath him  was to first use my tongue and  mouth.

I  began to lick his wet foot and then I took each of his toes into my mouth 
and  sucked each one. I was casually reminded to pay attention to the small 
spaces  between each of the toes; understanding that Master desired a complete 
tongue  bath on each part of his body before the slave applied the soapy  cloth.

Master Ryan turned away from me, just before I was about to lick his cock and 
 balls. I watched, in awe, as he put his head and hands against the tiled 
wall;  which made it quite clear that I was to now clean his ass, as it was now 
the  closest thing to my  face.

I went  right to work, licking his crack and running my tongue over his 
rosebud. It was  the first time that I'd been able to spend any amount of time 
actually able to  see Master Ryan without myself in some sort of 'training' 
situation. The one or  two occasions that Master Ryan spoke, was done only to assist 
me in bringing him  great  pleasure.

Even the discomfort of my new cock cage and cinch ring didn't seem to deter 
my  concentration; although having my cock sticking straight out when it was 
flaccid  seemed a bit odd at  first.

By  the time I stood up to clean his chest, Master Ryan's cock was once again 
hard  as a chunk of maple  firewood.
Master  Ryan's armpits seemed to be the most delectable things I'd ever 
tasted in my  entire life. I wasn't sure if it was just because I'd always, deep 
down, had  this 'thing' for my brother; or if it was because I was beginning to 
accept my  position in the world. There wasn't any hesitation on my part, but 
to be honest;  the first moment my tongue touched his underarm hair I did have 
one fleeting  second of my brain telling me that this was all  wrong.

And,  I was even rather overjoyed having the opportunity to shampoo his hair. 
Growing  up, Ryan never, ever, wanted anyone to touch his hair. While I 
massaged his  scalp, Master Ryan had held firmly onto my stretched balls and seemed 
delighted  that he was still able to get both of them into the palm of his 
hand at the same  time; squeezing ever so gently, just to remind his slave that 
he was in total  control.

After all was said and done, I was back down on my knees administering a 
tongue  bathing to his cock and balls and then finally to soap them down and get 
them  all cleaned  properly.

"I  suppose you should get cleaned up yourself, but I'm afraid that your work 
for  the night is not over with just yet", Master Ryan said, in what I took 
to sound  like somewhat of a sympathetic tone of voice. "Now I've got to piss, 
and you  know what that means don't you 'boy', so let's not waste anymore of 
my  time."

I  wrapped my lips around his shaft, none to soon, as a steady stream of piss 
began  surging into my mouth. It still was an unpleasant experience for me, 
with the  acrid taste and the demeaning sort of ritualistic connotation, but 
the cock  belonged to my Master and I had no reason not to fulfill his commands 
since all  were given through his loving  guidance.

Dripping wet, I was told to assist in Kevin's lesson; while Master Ryan 
toweled  himself off and got his clothes back  on.

While I  crawled towards Kevin, it was plain to see that he was in agony; 
with the  machine ravaging his rectum. Thankfully, even for me, his mouth was 
stuffed with  his original butt plug so that only muffled cries could be  heard.

Once  kneeling in front of him, Master Troy commanded that I should assist in 
bringing  Kevin some 'relief'. The word kind of set me back for a moment, not 
knowing what  kind of 'relief' I could give the bound slave. It wasn't until 
Master Troy told  me to crawl in and suck the 'slaves repulsively shriveled 
cock' that I  understood the meaning of  'relief'.

I  was in between his bound legs and sucking on Kevin's cock in an instant. I 
was  still in line for a discipline session and I didn't want to add anymore 
to the  list of  infractions.

Through his cock, I could actually feel the machine working relentlessly 
beneath  the seat. The constant whirling of the motor and the spasms of the anal 
muscles  was all I needed to feel through Kevin's shaft to remind me of my own 
two  sessions with 'the  chair'.

Kevin managed to erect in my mouth, and I even noted that his groans had 
started  to turn to moans; while I slid my mouth back and forth of the young  cock.

Perhaps it was the hour of the day, or for some other reason; but I wondered 
why  they didn't insert the steel rod into Kevin's pee hole. Not that I 
thought it  should have been installed, but it was just one of those fleeting 
thoughts that  we all get from time to time. Maybe it was omitted just so that I'd 
be made to  suck his  cock.

The  creamy and sweet taste of Kevin's sperm seemed to wash away any remnants 
of  Master Ryan's piss; as string after string of his thick baby making juice 
 blasted into my  mouth.

I  kept my mouth wrapped around his cock until directed to move away. It just 
so  happened that they also turn the machine off at the same time and the two 
of us  were sent to the shower; with the entire cadre of men following close  
behind.

Just  like it was a normal thing, Kevin scrubbed me clean; but only after 
he'd made  sure that my insides were clean first. I, of course, reciprocated and 
then the  two of us were led into my slave cage.  

Not  surprising, were the two butt plugs waiting patiently on top of the mat. 
One  look at Kevin's and I knew that he would have a hard time taking it up 
his ass,  even though he'd spent over an hour in the  'chair'.

"Go  ahead and insert your plugs", Master Troy called out to the two of us. 
"You  might as well get used to it, as from now on it shall be your 
responsibility to  make sure that your slave hole is NEVER without something in  it."

As I  picked mine up and began to reach around my butt to start the plug 
insertion, I  caught a glimpse of Kevin and he didn't look all that sure about his 
ability not  only to be able to handle such a plug, but his own ability to 
even perform the  required  duty.

Even with an audience, I found myself barely able to insert the plug up my 
ass.  It wasn't as much the size of it, but I'm pretty sure it was just knowing 
that  men and Master Ryan were watching to see the two of us impale our holes 
on the  butt plugs.

Ray began taunting Kevin about his disrespectfulness on not proceeding with 
'due  diligence'. I could see a few tears beginning to streak down Kevin's face 
and I  could quite easily relate to his  trauma.

After getting mine firmly seating in place, I moved the foot or so towards 
Kevin  and placed my hand on top of his hand. I gently began to apply a little 
pressure  to his hand, just to let him know that I'd help him the best I could, 
or would  be allowed.

With my hand, weakly attempting to assure Kevin that he could do this to  
himself, he placed the tip of the plug against his pucker hole and in less than  
a minute he began to cry softly. I knew exactly what he was going through and 
I  dare say that he'd be severely punished if he failed this one task. It soon 
 became clear that Kevin seemed to be baulking at the job, so with little  
thought, I eased him around so that his butt was right over the mat.  

With one  hand on his, and my other hand on his shoulder I rather crudely 
implied through  this action that he needed to start and sit straight down on the 
anal monster.  Once I knew that he'd gotten the message, I removed both of my 
hands. The only  thing left to do was to get him to widen his knees so that 
the plug would have  little to no resistance as it edged its way up  inside.

I  placed one hand under each of his knees and began to pull his legs apart. 
It  must have been something to do with the law of physics, because I hadn't 
pulled  them too far and all of a sudden his hips and torso simply dropped to 
the mat;  filling the dungeon with an ear splitting sound that surely could 
have woken the  dead.

Kevin  was in pain as the plug stretched his anal opening, but there was 
nothing in the  world that I could do to resolve his situation. I knew, and felt 
sorry, that I'd  probably caused him to loose his balance and impale himself in 
such a sinister  manner; but what was done, was  done.

I  wasn't surprised that Kevin lurched forward and wrapped his arms around 
me,  hoping beyond hope that such an act would lessen his agony. I slowly placed 
my  arms around his back and began to rock him back and forth. There was 
something  internal, within my body and mind that for some reason wanted me to 
befriend  Kevin and look after him the best that I  could.
I sensed  movement from behind, as it turned out; Ray was coming towards his 
'boy', but  sudden stopped when Master Troy spoke  out.

"Best  that you leave the 'boy' alone for now. He is obviously in a great 
deal of  distress and seems content for now to cuddle with his fellow slave. 
Besides, we  have something which the 'boys' father wishes to discuss with you. So 
come now,  and let them  be."

I heard  the now familiar clank of the cage door and then the clink as it was 
locked.  Rocking Kevin and at the same time craving to hear the conversation 
that Ray was  about to hear  himself.

Kevin's father began by saying, to Ray, "I feel that there is some disparity  
here Ray. Both my son and I are gay as you are also; BUT, what the difference 
 is, is that your parents are not aware of your sexual preferences and your  
preference towards sadomasochistic adventures. Perhaps, it would be beneficial 
 to Kevin and yourself if you would have a conversation with your parents 
about  your  lifestyle."

If I could have shit, I'd have done it right then and there. I thought his 
words  were awesome, almost forcing Ray to open up to his parents.  And then 
came  even more words which, if for no one else but me, seemed even more  elicit.

"And  in light of your beating Kevin for something which he'd not done for 
you, I also  think that in order for you two young men to be together from now 
on; it would  be in order for you to bring one or both of your parents over to 
my home so that  I can meet with them and perhaps discuss the involvement 
between the two of you.  You might just consider it more of a father protecting 
his  children."

I  also knew that Kevin had heard the same words; as he seemed to clutch me 
more  than he had been previously to this point, not to mention a few sobs 
tossed  in.

"Until  such time, I feel in the best interest of my son, that the two of you 
not see  each other; and for that reason and that reason alone, Kevin will be 
staying  here…at least through the upcoming weekend. And then perhaps if you 
have decided  that Kevin is the one for you and you do as I've asked of you, 
then I'll bring  him back to his own house… but until then you and he will not 
be seeing a minute  of each other.. So … Good  night."

I  heard the stutters of a disheartened young man, as he failed in his 
attempt to  speak in rebuttal of Kevin's dad. Then it almost seemed as if there had 
been  some kind of great burden lifted from the dungeon, as Ray left via the 
cellar  stairs, out into the darkness of the  night.

Just  as I began to think that it would be okay to let my arms fall from 
Kevin, I  heard Master Ryan starting to speak, and it was aimed directly at  me.

"What  you just heard spoken, is something that you need to think about also, 
slave  boy. Just how fair and just is it to have one man step forward about 
his love  and devotion and not the other. It is something that you should think 
about and  meditate on over the next few days and when we gather here again 
perhaps you and  your Master will come to a decision on the  matter."

The  words rattled me to my core, but I also knew that in many ways that what 
Master  Ryan just said to me was all true. I would have time between now and 
the weekend  to meditate and even pray if need be on what would be the fair 
and right thing  to do.

There  wasn't another word spoken, as the men, excluding Henry went upstairs. 
Henry  stayed behind to clean up from the 'festivities' and to slid a large 
bowl of  water into the cage before turning off all the lights and leaving us 
in total  darkness. 

The darkness was the first time that I actually felt the rush of anxiety 
leave  my body and soul. I had no idea that my brain had been in overdrive for so 
long,  but the darkness seemed to signal the beginning of the end and I eased 
Kevin  down onto the mat and continued holding him until the two of us feel 
asleep in  each others  arms.

Morning came gradual, with the two of us waking up about the same time. I 
didn't  even hear footsteps overhead as in days past but I felt refreshed and 
somehow I  felt wiser. I don't believe I even dreamed during my sleep as perhaps 
my body  was just too  tired.

Kevin  and I shared the bowl of water and waited for someone to unlock the 
cage.  Minutes seemed to pass into hours before Henry came downstairs and 
allowed us to  use the shower for our morning routine.  

Upstairs,  in the kitchen is where we were fed and then both of us where 
herded  outside.

My  ankle cuffs were chained together by a short length of chain and Kevin 
was  attached to my collar by a lighter and longer chain which Henry had 
attached to  Kevin's left nipple  ring.

"Now,  you see that nice lawnmower sitting idle over there? It will be your 
job for the  remainder of the morning to mow the backyard, while the little 
slave follows  behind you."

I looked around for the mower which Henry referred to but only saw an old  
fashion reel push mower. I hadn't seen an old mower like that since I last  
visited my grandparents in Ohio. It was going to take a considerable amount of  
time to push the mower through the expanse of the backyard; but what the hell  
else did I have to  do.

The sun,  even at this time of morning was bearing down on us with relentless 
vengeance.  Kevin was able to easily keep in step with me as I pushed the 
mower back and  forth; but it was a bit more difficult to concentrate on going in 
a straight  line, when Henry let the dogs out of the house to run loose. They 
seemed  enamored with the two of us and I can only suspect that our sweating 
bodies  heightened their sense to jump up on us, run around us and yes, to 
even come up  and sniff our asses and balls. Henry seemed to be amused at the way 
the two dogs  had taken a liking to us, as he sat under the umbrella sipping 
a cold drink  watching us like a prison  guard.

I  hadn't a frig'n clue anymore, about the time of day. All I knew was that 
my body  felt as if it had just been roasted with a blow torch and my mouth was 
parched.  Thankfully, the last strip of the lawn was finally mowed and I 
quickly put the  mower back in the exact same place from where I got  it.

I was  surprised that my new cock cage hadn't given me any problems the 
entire morning,  but perhaps it was just something, that since I couldn't touch it… 
I didn't  think about it. But it still stuck straight out at the prescribed 
ninety degree  angle from my body, which made me look the odder of the two  
slaves.

About the time I thought about crawling back to Henry, he was already 
standing  behind us with the garden hose in hand. A blast of cold water crashed 
against my  body and I thought I was going to freeze to death but soon the cold 
water seemed  to be a welcome relief from the heat of the day.  

After Kevin  and I were rinsed off, Henry removed the length of chain which 
had bound the two  of us together all morning. Then we got down and crawled 
over to the table where  two nice bowls of food awaited us, along with a larger 
bowl filled to the brim  with ice and soda  pop.

Poor  Kevin, had eaten so fast and slurped up the ice cold soda that he 
'accidentally'  let loose with a gigantic belch; which seemed to be rather funny, 
as Henry broke  out into a nice  laughter.

"Since you two have done such a fine job of mowing this morning, I think that 
 the Masters would have no objection if you took a short dip in the pool. 
Just  don't go messing around, because you two just ate and I don't feel like 
jumping  in and having to rescue either of you", Henry said with a  smile.

The  pool deck still wreaked havoc on my knees but the pool seemed worth the  
discomfort. As we slid into the water, the dogs came over and sat down at the 
 edge.  The larger of the two dogs seemed to have a much different look on  
his face and before I knew it; he was growling and knarling his teeth. I didn't 
 know what to make of it, but passed it off as the dog wanted either to be in 
the  pool or else he wanted us out of the  pool.

After  awhile, Henry cleared the table and left the two of us alone in the 
pool. I  suppose, looking back, that maybe the dogs were there to keep watch 
over  us.

There  was much I wanted and needed to say to Kevin, but without being 
granted time to  speak; I had to keep my thoughts and words to myself.  

When Henry  returned, we were informed that our next assignment was to tend 
to the pool and  since I'd already done it once; it was easy for me to brush 
the sides down,  while Kevin used another long handled brush to sweep the bottom 
of the pool. It  struck me that I had forgotten all about Kevin tending to 
the pool and the grass  for the last several years for the two Masters.  

While the  two of us worked separately and diligently, I had time to think a 
little about  what Master Ryan had said last night, but my thought process was 
constantly  being interrupted by the sight of Kevin's body glistening in the 
afternoon sun.  I was now, almost convinced, that indeed I must have some 
homosexual tendencies  buried deep  within.

By  the time we'd finished with the pool, Henry had us return to the table; 
where  this time we were rewarded, NOT with a bowl of water or soda… but a tall 
cool  glass of sweetened ice tea. I almost felt indifferent drinking from the 
glass  but the reward of ice tea surpassed my  thinking.

"You've earned fifteen minutes of speaking, so make good and wise use of the  
time you've been given", Henry said as he scampered back into the house; 
leaving  the two canines to watch over  us.

I'd have  to admit that I hogged most of the time; chatting up a storm with 
Kevin, as I  rattled off my thoughts on Ray and my own situation.  Kevin seemed 
to agree  with my way of thinking, without as much as saying a discouraging 
word about his  dad. I felt as if Kevin knew that his father was probably right 
in what he was  forcing Ray to do. And on the bright side, if Ray really does 
care for Kevin,  he'd be willing to do anything and everything he could to 
prove his love and  devotion. 

Just writing that last sentence down on paper, makes me think about the same  
situation I'm in, except in reverse. What am I willing to do to prove myself? 
Or  do I even need to prove myself?


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