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North Country  Chapter Twenty  Five


The afternoon hours, what were left of them were spent in the dungeon. Both 
of  us were kept busy by having to scrub the entire floor, and we also had to 
scour  the shower area from top to bottom. It wouldn't have been so bad if we'd 
been  allowed to use something other than the solvent we'd been given, as it 
had that  nauseating pine  smell.

Henry was kind enough to make sure that we had ample water to drink, but 
other  than that, the two of us were left alone until the Masters had returned 
from  their daily  jobs.

Both of them came downstairs to inspect our work, with Master Troy commenting 
 that 'Henry could have done the job better and in less time'. Master Jeb 
seemed  to be a bit more cordial and complimentary, but to the dismay of his  
brother.

Without fanfare or words, Kevin was once again placed in the chair and I was  
subjected to another agonizing session on the stool. The only saving grace 
for  me was the simple fact that there were no weights tied to my  nuts.

We both faired rather well mainly, I feel, because neither of the two dildos  
used were like the monsters of yesterday. It became obvious after an hour or 
so,  that they were using the stool and chair, as just a simple means of 
keeping us  secure rather than leaving us locked in the cage.  

By the time that Henry showed up, the two of us were exhausted, and our 
muscles  ached. We weren't even allowed to shower and oddly enough we were sent 
directly  into the cage for the night. I had held out a bit of hope that we would 
be given  some 'free time' so that the two of us could do some more talking; 
but that was  not to be the  case.

Laying there on the mat, I'd come to realize and understand that I shouldn't  
take anything for granted nor should I expect what isn't justifiably 
acceptable.  I should have known that a slave only eats when, where and what is 
provided for  him; as we'd been locked away without an evening  meal.

After using the bucket to drain my piss, I soon fell asleep. I slept like a 
baby  and could only hope that my sleep wouldn't be interrupted before my body 
had  recuperated from the strenuous activity of the  day.

When I awakened, it was as if I had been sleeping for days. I was rested and  
felt as if I had a renewed sense of worth and being. Kevin was still 
sleeping,  and I dared not to move as he had his body pushed up against mine and one 
of his  arms was draped across my  chest.

The day started as the others had, for which I was greatly relieved. This 
day,  however, we missed lunch. Our 'chore' for the day was scrubbing the kitchen 
 floor and cleaning the two and a half bathrooms in the house. We were 
allowed  only a little time to relax in the pool and we had also been granted an  
additional few minutes for which the two of us could talk to one another.  

Kevin seemed to be still upset about not being able to see Ray and his 
demeanor  in the pool even seemed to be subdued while he spoke of missing his  
friend.

He took up most of our time, just by asking questions; for which the most 
part I  didn't have any answers. Some of his questions were even about some of 
the  things that were on my own mind; such as why we, or I, had not received  
punishment last night as had been mentioned. He asked a lot of questions about  
my brother and family, and that seemed to perk me up just a little as I  
reminisced about the  past.

I had almost expected Kevin to broach the subject of sex, but he really 
didn't  even mention it. I began to feel as if the way he was being treated was  
something that he'd always yearned for or at least felt that he wanted to  
experience. "Way cool, the way we're being taken care of", was about as close to  a 
sexual conversation Kevin had  expressed.

Henry had only to open the back door and whistle and we knew that he wanted 
us  out of the pool and into the dungeon.  

It seemed a bit funny, if funny is the right word to use, that once we 
started  crawling back to the house; I was behind Kevin and the two dogs were 
fussing  over him like a piece of sirloin steak. Their actions, or their whiskers, 
must  have been what made Kevin stop several times and attempt to get his 
giggle fits  under control. Humorous, yes; but there seemed to be more to the two 
dogs than  met the  eye.

Once we'd performed our bathing routine, I was placed inside my cage and 
Kevin  was strapped down to the table and gagged.  

The dungeon was quiet, not even music could be heard; until I distinctly 
heard  the added footsteps of the two Masters coming home from  work.

An hour, maybe two, had passed before the Masters and Henry came downstairs. 
All  eyes glanced at Kevin as they made their way to my cage. Nothing was said 
as the  two Masters stood there, staring intently upon my kneeling body. I 
began to  wonder what, if anything was going to happen tonight. The one thing, 
important  for me, was that the least they could do would be to give me 
something to eat  and drink; but that never happened, and I was destined to go 
without a second  meal.

I could tell that the Masters had turned away from me, and I was eager, if 
not  anxious, to see what was happening. I waited until I heard the rumbling of 
the  cart being pushed and decided that it was okay for me to raise up and 
turn  around, facing towards  Kevin.

Kneeling in my upright position, I saw the Masters and Henry doing something  
with Kevin, with Master Jeb standing between the slaves outstretched legs. 
There  was some non-descript laughter and then when Master Jeb moved out of the 
way, I  could easily see that the butt plug had been increased in size; the 
large, thick  base staring me in the face, standing out against Kevin's nicely 
tanned  body.

Master Troy was applying what appeared to be an ample helping of lubrication 
to  Kevin's balls and cock; while Henry was standing there holding to 
cylinders;  which were connected to clear plastic  hoses.

Once the whir of the motor started I gathered up all the information I 
needed.  One of the cylinders was placed over Kevin's balls and the suction inside 
the  cylinder quickly began to pull the scrotal sac away from his  body.

The remaining tube was slid over Kevin's cock and from my position it looked  
exactly like the 'milking' tube that they'd once used on me.  

Kevin began having feeling of pleasure mixed with feelings of pain; as the 
two  cylinders worked against his body to create such feelings. I noticed that 
Kevin  didn't have the leather strap across his hips, which allowed him a 
certain  amount of freedom to raise and lower  them.

Henry began massaging Kevin's nipples which seemed to heighten the slave's  
sexual frenzy. It was easy to tell, that Kevin was enjoying the 'milking', 
which  had apparently overshadowed the discomfort of the cylinder stretching his  
youthful balls.  

>From my position, it was rather interesting to see him raise and lower 
himself  on the table in such a manner that even his new butt plug seemed to quiver 
in  all the  excitement.

With a final glance in my direction, the three males exited the dungeon;  
allowing on a single light to burn; which was directly over the  table.

Minutes later, Kevin must have had his first orgasm, as his mannerisms and  
language seemed to indicate.  

My gut instinct proved to be correct; as Kevin was left hooked up to the 
machine  for the entire night.  

The slave's excitement of multiple ejaculations turned into pleading and 
begging  for release from the demonic machine.  I couldn't tell for sure, but from 
 what little I could see; his balls were about half way up into the cylinder 
and  if left for much longer they'd probably be all the way in by  morning.

I finally had no real choice, but to lay down on the mat and try to block out 
 the sounds coming from Kevin. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall 
asleep  at all. The best I could do for myself was to just close my eyes and try 
to  think of something positive and  good.

Our morning started early, with the arrival of Henry, long before the sun had 
 come up.  

Kevin was quickly released from his night of torture and sent off into the  
shower. I watched with interest as he gingerly crawled along the floor; 
noticing  that his cock was quite red and his balls looked more like bull balls than 
man  balls.

Kevin had barely gotten the shower turned on by the time Henry released me. I 
 had to make sure that I took extra care with bathing Kevin, not to mention  
administering his enema. It took longer than yesterday, but I wasn't to  
concerned about getting chastised about the  time.

I felt extremely bad for Kevin as he struggled to do his job; and it goes  
without saying that if I could have helped him, I would  have.      

We no sooner had finished eating breakfast, when Kevin was attached to chains 
 from the ceiling and left dangling with his arms outstretched; as I was made 
to  crawl upstairs and then  outside.

Alone to ponder my life and everything else; I tended to the needs of the 
pool.  I didn't even give it a thought when Henry ordered me back into the 
dungeon  without the usual 'dip' in the pool. I was only thankful that we'd been fed 
this  morning, as it boosted my energy  level.

Once inside the dungeon, I saw Kevin still hanging there by his limbs; as I 
was  commanded 'into the chair'.  

For the remainder of the afternoon I was 'drilled' by the mechanical cock; 
but  thankful that Henry had not seen fit to impale my cock on the steel rod.  

Again, I was left with nothing to do except to feel myself easing into a 
world  of sexual delight; as the dildo slid over my prostate gland. The only 
drawback  to having a rather pleasant afternoon was the mere fact that my own cock 
had  tried and failed over and over again to erect. The cock cage, had it been 
 removed, would have allowed me a small degree of sexual  release.

There was nothing 'extra' in the evening; once the two of us were released 
from  our afternoon meditations. Everything seemed to be going nicely for us; 
even to  the degree that our evening bath time was rather pleasant. I say 
pleasant  because, even though Kevin had undergone a rather lengthy ordeal the night 
 before; he seemed himself as I washed his cock and  balls.

And probably the best thing about the two of us being together, so close, was 
 that neither of us minded the other when it came to getting our new rings  
cleaned.   

No noon meal, but we got a substantial dinner, including cold soda in our 
bowl.  The night was truly uneventful as we both were kept locked away in the 
cage; BUT  the nice part of the night came as the lights were turned off and we 
were given  permission to talk as long as we felt the  need.

By the time the weekend rolled around, I was getting used to accepting 
whatever  it was I was supposed to accept. I somehow never seemed to question, in my 
mind,  any of the why's or why not's.  

I could only assume it was Saturday as both the Masters appeared in the 
dungeon  in street clothes versus their normal work day attire. It was the only 
clue I  had that it must have been the  weekend.

The only assignment that the two of us received was to make sure that our  
'space' was spotless and that the shower area was clean enough for somebody to  
eat from. With two of us working diligently, the task was completed before 
what  I perceived to be  noon.

We were even given permission to use the pool, only after we'd cleaned it. I 
had  to laugh, just thinking of all the times I pissed in the pool on previous 
 occasions.  Kevin and myself seemed to be bonding more and more with each  
passing day, and his conversations appeared to be less and less about Ray. And  
it was obvious that he was accepting the requirements which his father had  
placed on his  boyfriend.

By their absence, I could only assume that the two Masters had gone into the  
city to work with Master Ryan. It wasn't until after sunset that the two  
returned and things seemed to 'heat up' just a notch or  two.

Kevin and I were in the cage, having been fed, watered and cleaned. The sound 
of  voices could be heard, and from the level of their talking I could tell 
that  some of it wasn't all candy and roses. They had to of all been in the 
kitchen,  assuming from the level of their  voices.

I wasn't surprised much when Kevin recognized one of the voices as that of 
his  boyfriend. I began putting two and two together and came to realize that 
there  was a lot more men in the kitchen than I had thought to be. Masters Troy 
and  Jeb, Henry, Kevin's father, Ray and Ray's father were all in the kitchen 
and  from the sound of it, things just might not be going to well for  Ray.

Once the level of shouting had subsided, I could easily see a change in 
Kevin's  facial expression.  I was only hoping that Kevin would be spared any and  
all pain and suffering for at least this one special night.   

We heard footsteps bounding down the stairs, two steps at a time; so we both 
got  into the proper 'greeting' position for whomever it was that  approached.

"Here, hurry up and put these on", were the only words Ray spoke to Kevin; as 
he  tossed a pair of short shorts into the cage. While Kevin stood and 
silently slid  the tiny shorts on, Ray fumbled with the lock on the door of the 
cage.  

"As for you slave, you'll have to stay here until someone comes for you", was 
 all that Ray said to me; as he pulled Kevin out of the cage and slammed the 
door  shut. I watched as Ray grabbed Kevin and locked his lips onto Kevin's.  

The only other thing I heard was Ray saying something like, 'dad knows and 
man  is he pissed, but your old man has settled him down a lot and now dad wants 
to  meet you'. I watched, with a saddened heart as Kevin followed Ray up the 
stairs.  

I continued to hear them all speaking upstairs, but there wasn't any of the 
loud  shouting like before. I had just wished that I could have at least heard 
what  they were saying to one an  other.

By the time the voices seemed to vanish, Henry came downstairs and made sure  
that there was a bucket in the cage, and he was thoughtful enough to bring a  
bowl of cool water in also. He didn't say a single word during his brief 
visit,  but as he left, he turned and gave me a big smile just before he sank the  
dungeon into total  darkness.

It had been a good, yet odd day for me; but one that was completely within 
any  and all tolerances I had built myself up for. As I lay prone, desiring that 
 sleep over take my mind and body I couldn't help but to think of Kevin, his 
dad  and Ray.  My thoughts then turned to my own situation, knowing that  
tomorrow (sometime) Master Ryan would return and more than likely he'd be  
bringing Paul along. I can only imagine the report he would receive on my  behalf, 
during his absence, and that made me think if I'd amassed any more  punishments. 
I knew I had one still owed me from before; which Master Ryan had  assured me 
that it would be taken care of on this  visit.

I wondered, no, more precisely I thought about my brothers and parents and 
how  they'd react when and if they were informed of Ryan's homosexual lifestyle; 
not  to mention any fabricated tales about how I too enjoyed sucking cock and 
taking  it up the  ass.
As  sleep began to settle in, I somehow started to amass many different 
scenarios  that I could use to explain everything to the rest of my family. For 
once in my  life, I'd have to actually tell some lies if I wanted to protect 
myself from  ridicule and  humiliation.

Morning came gently; being awakened by music and the soft rays of sunlight  
coming in from the window in the other room. I knew right away that I was  
allowed the extra sleep, to compensate for the upcoming visit from Master Ryan.  I 
straddled the bucket, allowing the cock cage to hang straight down as I  
released a sizable amount of piss. I had just finished lapping up copious  amounts 
of water when Henry made his  entrance.

Henry took it upon himself to see that I was properly cleaned inside and out, 
 rings all nice and clean and he even went as far as to give me another 
complete  body  shave.

I was allowed to eat the first meal of the day, in the kitchen; which was yet 
 another nice thing Henry seemed to enjoy doing for me. I just had to get 
over  the fact that hardly nobody talks to slaves. They just do things and I'm  
supposed to understand without much, if any,  explanation.

I was shocked to see that there was some kind of wooden frame all set up in 
the  back yard. Four chains, two of which hung down from the cross bar looked 
to me  as if I could foresee myself attached to them some time during the 
course of the  day. There were even two extra tables with chairs set up alongside 
the others,  all with multicolored umbrellas.  

Feeling quite vulnerable as I was quickly attached, in a kneeling position  
between the two thick upright wooden poles, and then knowing that my ankles 
were  now being pulled apart and my steel cuffs locked into place; mentally 
alerted me  that I was going to be the center piece for the afternoon's  
festivities.

Diverting my eyes towards the back door, I noticed Master Jeb carrying what  
appeared to be a collapsible aluminum table and then continued staring as he 
set  it up between the house and the tables. Master Troy came out carrying 
something  in his hands and I watched as the two Masters began setting up the 
table,  covering it and placing items on top. It came to me, as I watched, that 
the two  brothers seemed to get along like none other that I'd seen before. They 
worked  in unison, talked politely to one another and they even seemed 
respectable  towards Henry as he continued bringing things out from the  kitchen.

It was if I wasn't even there, as none of the three seemed to even glance in 
my  direction. I kept on sneaking a glimpse of the Masters as they sat at one 
of the  tables chatting up what seemed like a healthy conversation, 
occasionally making  a comment or remark to  Henry.

The fact that Henry had just carried out two huge coolers, seemed to indicate 
 that the afternoon guest would soon be arriving; and that is when the party  
would get underway.  

The first to arrive was Mr. Thomas, which instantly sent shivers coursing  
through my entire body.  All I could think about was when he poked holes in  my 
body and adorned me with these huge rings; not forgetting that he also took  
my foreskin.  

They all seemed happy to see him and he was extremely happy to venture over 
to  me and looked at my piercings and he especially enjoyed lifting my cock 
cage and  looking at his handy  work.

As soon as he'd released my cock, he took a step closer to my face and then 
the  reality set in. I used my 'training', and unzipped his shorts with my 
teeth. His  cock was soft and at first I expected it to harden once it was in my 
mouth; but  his need to piss was far more important, for now, than to receive a 
 blowjob.

Mr. Thomas patted me on my naked head and complimented me on the fine urinal  
that I'd  become.

I watched him as he walked away, peeling off his shirt and shorts and diving  
into the pool. He moved over to the side of the pool, where Henry had a cold  
beverage waiting for  him.

I thought perhaps I'd get a chance to see Kevin again, but as the minutes 
ticked  away, I came to realize that just maybe he wasn't invited; however, as 
gloomy as  my spirits were, I held out a fading glimmer of hope that he'd be  
here.

I continued to observe the men, as now all were in the pool except, of 
course,  for Henry. The way the sun was beating down on me, I could only fantasize 
about  being in there with all the  others.

A short burst of a car horn sent Henry running back into the  house.

Minutes later, coming out of the back door was Master Ryan, followed by 
Henry;  who was holding a rather thick piece of rope, which had been attached to 
Paul's  collar.

Paul, for now, wasn't naked. He was wearing a white 'wife beater' shirt and a 
 rather thin pair of nylon shorts. The closer he got to the pool; it became 
clear  that his balls must have been bound, as his cock was poking at the front 
of the  shorts in the most obvious of  ways.

After a very short, but cordial, greeting; Master Ryan immediately made his 
way  over to me. He face seemed all aglow, beaming with a sense of pride and  
happiness. Not that it made me nervous, but it had been a long time since I had 
 seen that look on his face. If I remember correctly, it was on the day that 
he  got his driver's license. Shit, that was years ago! Where had the time  
gone?

"You look well. From what I've heard, you've been an excellent 'boy' for 
Henry  and his masters", Ryan said as he continued to have that look on his  face.

"Much has changed this week and I'm just glad that I was able  to make it 
here today. Had I not come today, it wouldn't be until next weekend,  but even 
that too has changed. No need to concern yourself with such things, but  I just 
wanted to let you know that your Master has been busy over the last week;  
even sacrificing sleep and his friends just to get done what needed to be  done."


"You have permission, while in your current state,  to answer properly. I 
know that you've not spoken much except to that other  young tart, so now we'll 
see just how much you've improved. So tell me; are you  glad to see  me?"


"Yes, Master, oh yes. Your boy is quite pleased to see you today Master", I  
replied with all the honesty and sincerity that I could muster.

"It  pleases me to hear you say that, but have you not forgotten something?" 
Master  Ryan asked in a way that wasn't as if he was upset with me.

I  suddenly realized that indeed I had forgotten something. I quickly 
strained my  head forward, as far as I could and struggled to unzip Master's shorts. 
I hadn't  even been thinking, but rather listened. I should have been able to 
do both at  the same time.

Master Ryan made no attempt to move closer to me, as  I fought to pull his 
zipper down. Finally, after getting the zipper down, Master  Ryan stepped in 
just about a half a foot; which was enough for me to get my  mouth around his 
cock and ease it out of his shorts.

Just as soon  as it was free, I released my hold on his cock and kissed the 
head of it;  saying, "It is nice to once again see my Master's cock, his 
manhood. Master's  boy is pleased to service the cock at any given moment, any 
place, any  where."

My praise came in the form of a soft patting on top of my  head, without a 
word spoken. With my eyes still cast upon Master Ryan's cock, I  watched with 
interest as I witnessed it coming to erection.

I  didn't even have to struggle to get the entire length of his manhood into 
my  throat.  At first Master Ryan was simply rubbing each of my ears, but soon 
 enough opted to hold onto them by my oversized earrings.

Master  Ryan didn't even do the thrusting motion. He allowed my throat 
muscles to bring  him pleasure and delight; and soon enough his seed was pumping 
into my throat,  bypassing my tongue.

As he pulled away from me, he simply said,  "good boy, you've pleased your 
Master much already."

It was only a  matter of a couple of minutes and Master Ryan was in the pool 
with the others.  Paul had been tied up at one of the tables while Henry 
busied himself over the  smoky grill. Just from the smell emitting from the grill, 
I knew that he was  cooking steaks. Gosh, what I wouldn't do for a meal like 
that.

They  all sat around naked, eating and enjoying each others company; ignoring 
Paul and  I. 

After they'd satisfied their hunger, Paul became the target of  their evening 
activities.

Bewildered, and confused, I watched as  Paul's clothing was torn from his 
body. He was quickly tossed onto one of the  now cleared tables and secured with 
lengths of rope and leather. It all happened  so fast that I hadn't seen Mr. 
Thomas enter the house and come back out,  carrying his leather satchel.

Although the masters and Henry  obscured most of my view; I knew what was 
happening. I heard, and oddly enough  felt the pain, as Paul was getting parts of 
his anatomy pierced.  It was  over in a matter of minutes and the group of 
men began to 'high five' one  another.

Leaving Paul to his misery, they sauntered over to me; all needing some form 
of  relief or gratification, which I was more than happy to do for them just 
as long  as they didn't poke anymore holes in  me.

Thankfully Henry was more in control of the situation and after the men 
jumped  back into the pool, Henry made sure that he fed and watered me. It was odd, 
 kneeling there and having someone spoon food into my mouth; which brought 
back  the memory of when Kevin fed me with his bare hands. It all made me feel 
just  the tiniest bit  'special'.

As the sun had set, hours before; myself exhausted from kneeling all 
afternoon  and evening and with having to witness the modifications to Paul, I was 
ready  for sleep.

As the  last man stepped from the pool, they congregated once again around 
Paul. I  heard, but not capable of understanding, Master Ryan saying something 
to Paul;  just as Henry was removing the ropes and straps which had held Paul 
down for  several  hours.

With the rope in his hand, Henry led Paul into the house. With limited 
lighting  it was hard to see exactly what Paul had pierced; but the one thing I did 
see  was his Prince Albert, as it looked to be the twin to my  own.

About a half hour later Henry returned, and I saw Master Ryan saying 
something  to him as if whispering into his  ear.

Henry quickly released me from my chains and snapped a leash to my collar and 
 led me over to Master  Ryan.

The first to speak was Master Troy, which after listening to what he was 
saying  to me; should have given me all the information I needed to know. "You've 
proven  to be every bit as confident in yourself, just as your Master has 
confidence in  you as well. You have been a pleasure to have as a guest in our 
humble home and  we all look forward to seeing you more often and watch as you 
progress in your  new life with your  Master."

Not only was I stunned by Master Troy's statement; I was even more shocked 
when  he knelt in front of me and planted a long, wet, deep passionate kiss on 
my  lips.   

Master Jeb echoed the same, as he too lowered himself down to my face and 
gave  me a big, fat, wet and juicy  kiss.

Henry was the last to say something, and it was and still is rather personal 
as  to exactly what he said; so I don't feel right telling the world. Not only 
did  he too give me a kiss, but his was also combined with a gentle, warm and 
loving  hug.

"Thank the masters and Henry for all of their kindness, boy. It is time for 
us  to go home  together."

I properly thanked the three of them, in the most respectable of ways and 
then  Master Ryan took the leash from Henry and led me out to his  car.

I was allowed to ride in the back seat instead of the trunk; as Master Ryan 
had  several things he needed to discuss with his  slave.

It was a nice ride, watching all of the lights pass us by and listening to  
Master Ryan explain in great detail, what lay ahead.


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