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North Country  Chapter Twenty  Seven


The next, and the next and the next day seemed to be all about learning the 
ways  of Master. It was nothing that one, even myself, couldn't handle; well…  
almost.

Master had me doing all of the housework, including the laundry. I even had 
to  drag out the ironing board and press all of his clothes, which included the 
two  or three pairs of underwear. I never was allowed to cook, let alone be 
in the  kitchen more than a minute by myself.  

I was really learning more and more about Master each hour of each day. There 
 wasn't a single time that I feared a disciplinary action, but I knew that 
soon,  really soon, it would all have to come to an  end.

There were several different things that occurred on each of the following 
days,  which for the most part helped the day progress; without me getting on 
Master's  nerves.

I was slowly, yet firmly coming to grips with my new life; which, for the 
most  part, seemed as if I was in a completely different world. I had accepted 
the  fact that I was the constant urinal for my Master and that I was becoming  
dependant on having his cock in my mouth. Not that sucking Master's cock was  
something that I truly desired, but rather it was a simple statement of my  
wanting and needing to please Master. I felt much more assured of myself when I  
did the simple things like bathing Master twice a day and the times when I 
would  either help Master to dress or to undress.  

I was pretty sure, just by the words and actions of Master; that he was 
always  reminding me of the way we lived while we each went through puberty. Now,  
however, the roles were reversed and it was I who sucked, bathed and swallowed 
 piss on a daily basis. I was just about sure that my brother must have been  
right; thinking all these years that I had a deep seeded need for male  
dominance.

The one thing that occurred over the next four days, were the daily 
deliveries  by the UPS or FedEx drivers. Mid afternoon, there came the ringing of the 
door  bell and thankfully I was always in the training room when they delivered 
the  packages. Only twice, did Master have to have some help bringing in the 
boxes;  but the UPS driver didn't seem to mind at all when he wheeled the 
boxes into the  training room where I was prominently displayed, laying over the 
padded 'fuck  bench'.  

"Nice piece of boy pussy", he said more than once; as each time he passed by 
me  he commented in some rhetorical manner. The worst thing I heard him ever 
say was  something like, "I wouldn't mind fucking that ass some time when I'm 
not working  or even after work." I never saw his face, but his voice sounded 
sincere and I'm  sure that Master would somehow invite him to spend time with  
us.

When Master had to leave the house for even the briefest of time, he always 
made  sure that if I wasn't tied down on the 'fuck bench' that I was secured by 
chain  to one of the steel rings in the house. I didn't even think about 
finding a way  out of the locking devices while he was gone. I could have, I'm 
sure, made a  valiant attempt at escape but in my gut I knew that it would be 
futile trying to  escape him, his friends and especially the neighborhood.  

The time right before supper seemed to be the time when the phone would ring. 
 Two or three times in a row, as Master's friends called; and by the sound of 
it,  they were checking up on how the two of us were progressing. Most of the 
time,  it was sounding like Master was pleased with my minimal progress, yet 
once or  twice I overheard him mention that I'd racked up a few more  demerits.

One night, after a phone call and after I'd clean up the kitchen, I was 
summoned  into the living room where Master was sitting in my favorite recliner. He 
 allowed me to sit on the floor, just below his feet; as he used the remote  
control and turned on the television and the DVD player.  

I was thinking that Master was going to replay the photos and video of my  
incarceration, but I was shocked to see Paul on the screen. I watched intently  
as Master's Troy and Jeb put him through some fierce training exercises. It 
was  hard for me to believe, even to contemplate, that a man would beg for more 
pain.  

One of the short vignettes that appeared was of Paul being whipped by Master  
Troy, with a whip that I hadn't seen before. It was evil looking to say the  
least. Master Ryan explained to me that it was a bullwhip, as I tried to block 
 out Paul's screams which were followed by his begging Master Troy for more.  

The last part of the DVD really made my stomach churn. I'd heard about girls 
and  certain animals but not men and animals. There for the world to see was 
Paul on  his hands and knees with his head down to the floor; while one of 
Master Jeb's  dogs was mounting him from behind.  Paul was screaming, but this 
time he  wasn't begging for more. Instead, it seemed and sounded like he was 
begging for  the pain for the fucking to stop. Once again, I was told by Master 
Ryan that the  dog had 'knotted' with the slave. "The boy always told me that he 
wanted to  experience being dominated by an animal and that is just something 
that I'd care  not to get in to  personally."

It was slowly, but surely, coming to me; making sense, that now I had enough  
information to know just why Paul had been given over to Master Troy and 
Master  Jeb.

Master Ryan may or may not be a sadistic man; but allowing me the honor of  
hearing his words about Paul, assured me that he cared enough about me and for  
me, that I wouldn't be subjected to such harsh, dehumanizing treatment and  
torture.

Still, probably one of the toughest things I had to get used to was just the  
fact that I didn't know what day of the week it was and now with no clocks in 
 the house I was never really sure about the time of day. It was something, 
that  for my whole life everything revolved around days and times, especially 
at the  tedious work I used to perform at the  lab.

Sometimes, in the early evenings, Master would have company; but they never  
really stayed a long time. I think that they just wanted to witness the 
reality  of slavery and the lengths Master would go to, to show just how much 
control he  had over me. Just as long as my brother wasn't overly domineering, I 
didn't  really seem to mind. I began to feel more and more like this was the life 
I was  destined to live.  

I began feeling deprived, some where along the second or third day; if I 
didn't  see Master's naked body except in the shower or at bed time. I knew that 
some of  the time which he'd left me alone, was when he was off at the gym 
working to  prefect his body. Being honest, I'll admit that his body was in far 
greater  shape than mine, even though I was a couple inches taller and leaner; 
but his  was a solid mass of pure adrenalin pumping  muscle.

I can remember one particular night when Master came home; he wasn't alone. 
He  arrived with Mister Thomas, who apparently had prearranged to meet Master 
at our  building. Mister Thomas was happy to see that I'd been progressing 
nicely and he  even complimented me; although he really didn't have too. Master 
removed my cock  cage, along with all of the other bands and bindings,  and 
allowed Mr.  Thomas to closely inspect it as to any 'wear and tear'. It didn't 
take more than  five seconds and my dick sprang to life, right in the palm of Mr. 
Thomas's  hand.

Master informed him that I'd not expelled any of my slave seed in five or six 
 days; to which Mr. Thomas asked if he might be allowed to milk my 'slave 
shaft'.  I was taken into the training room and secured, this time in the  sling.

I'm pretty sure that Mr. Thomas was shocked to see that my butt plug was 
still  being used; as he made a small mention of it to Master Ryan. The next thing 
I  know is that the plug is being pulled out and presented to my mouth so 
that I  might lick the ass slime from it. I was used to it by now, but having to 
do it  for someone other than my Master seemed a bit  awkward.

After tossing the butt plug to the floor, Mr. Thomas worked his way up to my  
exposed ass and began unbuckling his pants. He'd never fucked me before, so 
I'm  guessing that this is just part of his 'payment' for piercing me and 
cutting  away my foreskin. I felt him ease his cock into my ass, thankful that he 
was  wearing a condom, and before long Mr. Thomas had himself in a steady and  
constant rhythm, lancing my ass lips, and probing around for my prostate. 
Master  Eric stood to the side, watching my reaction more than he was watching Mr. 
 Thomas fuck me. With one of his free hands, Mr. Thomas began to stroke my 
slave  cock; stopping every once in awhile, presumably because he wasn't himself 
ready  to have an  orgasm.

Moments later Master moved in behind my head, lifting my head up off the 
leather  sling. Then, apparently, by the sound of metallic clicking I could tell 
that  part of the sling was being disassembled. Still bracing the back of my 
head,  Master eased his hand down toward the floor, thus permitting my head to 
'dangle'  below the rest of my  body.

Rolling my eyes back towards Master Ryan I could see him sliding his zipper 
down  and extracting his hairless cock. Nobody had to tell me what to do; as I 
opened  my mouth to accept his gracious offering. Soon both men had 
synchronized their  motions so that my entire body was rocking, gently, back and  forth.

There wasn't one word spoken, as the males continued on their sexual journey. 
 Minutes later, Mr. Thomas began to moan and I could feel his entire pelvic  
region press against my body, as he dumped string after string of seed into 
the  depths of my bowels. No sooner that he'd fallen forward, resting on my 
torso;  that Master Ryan sent the remaining couple of inches of his cock into my 
throat,  draining his balls of every drop of stored up  semen.

After licking off Master's cock, Mr. Thomas presented his slime covered cock 
to  my mouth and I diligently licked it clean as well.  

Mr. Thomas moved back in between my legs and began to suck on my balls one at 
a  time. This alone sent my cock to rising straight up off of my abdomen and 
the  more he nurtured my balls, the closer I was getting to having my own  
orgasm.

A second tongue began to lick up and down the shaft of my cock and I was  
positive that it was Master Ryan. Master had even gone as far as holding my  
Prince Albert up and off of my cock, allowing himself full access to every micro  
inch of my slave  dick.

My orgasm was probably the most intense one that I'd ever experienced. My 
entire  body lifted up from the sling, as my vocal cords tried to control the  
animalistic sounds that I was trying to make. I felt rope after rope of my own  
cum, splashing from my nipples back down towards my cock. It was so intense, 
so  fucking awesome, that I didn't want it to  stop.

Master Ryan, being in control of the entire situation, leaned over and began  
lapping up my seed; while Mr. Thomas continued to suckle my nuts, with one or 
 two of his fingers constantly probing around inside of my  ass.

"Consider this as reward for all the good work you've done this week", Master 
 Ryan spoke out rather cheerfully. "Don't expect this sort of treatment every 
 week, let alone each time I allow you to bring forth your slave seed.   
However, if I were in your place; I would also be thinking along the lines of  
your punishment sessions.  You can expect the same degree of titillation  from 
your punishment sessions as you receive from your seed spewing rewards.  Perhaps 
one of these days you just might find yourself enjoying your punishments  
just as equally to any  others."

That sure did cement my thoughts and expectations about my pending  
punishment.  I knew, know, that Master wasn't the type of individual who  would forget 
such an important matter.  

Both men left me alone, while they returned to the kitchen for some  
refreshments. I lay there; head still hung low, and recalled my most recent  orgasm; 
which did nothing to fend off the erotic sensations being sent back into  my 
cock. It was once again rock  solid.

On this particular night, I was summoned into Master's bed and lay quietly  
beside him; as he wrapped one of his arms around me and fell into a deep sleep. 
 It was also the first night, which Master had chosen not to fuck me; which 
for  some strange reason left me with a feeling of want, need, and  desire.

I knew the moment that I woke up that today would be different, but I wasn't 
at  all sure why. It started off in the 'normal' manner, but by the afternoon 
things  seemed to change a little  bit.

I was taken into the bedroom and secured to the bed frame; while Master spent 
an  extraordinary amount of time in the training room. I heard him drilling 
and  banging, along with the rattling of chains. The metal to metal, grating, 
sounds  didn't sit to well with me, but there was nothing I could do about any 
of it  now; but I knew that everything Master was doing was more than likely 
something  to make me a better person, and a much better slave to  him.

When Master came to release me, in time for dinner; the door to the training  
room was closed, so I had no earthly idea what had been done as I crawled 
slowly  down the hallway. Master never said anything about the room either as he 
ate,  nor did he speak a word while he sat and watched me chomp down my meal 
from my  slave  bowl.

After, soon after, I'd finished the dishes; the doorbell rang and this time I 
 was instructed to open the door for whom ever it was that was waiting. 
Fairly  confident that Master knew who was coming, I wasn't too hesitant about 
opening  the door and remembering to quickly get into my kneeling  posture.

I was pleased, finally, to see Kevin, Ray and Kevin's dad at the door; just  
prior to me dropping to my knees. I couldn't imagine why they, of all people  
were here to  visit.

The one thing that caught me by surprise was knowing that Kevin was standing  
right next to me, stripping himself naked, and then proceeding to drop to the 
 floor onto his hands and knees. I guess I was impressed by his actions and 
not  words, as I at least knew that he was still safe, with Ray his lover, and 
his  dad.

The customary greetings were exchanged between the three 'free' males, and 
just  as quickly as the salutations were over the three went into the kitchen. 
None of  their voices were loud enough for me to hear what they were saying, 
but I really  didn't give a rat's ass what they were talking about. It was just 
so good to see  a 'friendly face' in Kevin, that they could have stayed in the 
kitchen all night  if they'd wanted  to.

When they returned to the living room, still chatting away; was when I 
learned a  few of the  details.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" asked Kevin's dad. "I just didn't have any one 
or  any way to leave them alone tonight. Lord knows that if they were left to 
do as  they please, I'd be coming home to something I'd rather not want to 
know about,  or see. But, you can be sure that I'll pick the two of them up no 
later than  two; it's just that I don't get much time for me and my friend to 
come into the  city on a Friday night for a bit of  relaxation."

I sure learned a lot from that statement. The main thing which really 
shouldn't  have concerned me, but it did, was that today was Friday; which meant that 
in  twenty four hours, I'd be on the way to "Lashes" with my  Master.

Kevin's dad left without as much as saying good bye to his son. He did, 
however,  remind Ray that he was to obey the rules of this house without fail.  

After the door closed, Ray flopped down on the sofa and called out to  Kevin.

Kevin crawled over to Ray and knelt between his legs and rested his head on  
Ray's lap. Then Kevin and Master struck up a conversation about what had been  
going on during the week; and Ray was eager to explain everything in detail.  
Master Ryan seemed quite pleased at how well Ray was treating his  boyfriend.

Once the conversation died down, Master suggested that everyone should watch 
a  movie. Ray was agreeable to that, and quickly jumped up, going over to my  
extensive DVD collection to select a movie; while Master tossed a bag of 
popcorn  into the  microwave.

Master called out to me and I quickly rose and scurried off into the kitchen; 
 helping to pour two glasses with soda and preparing three bowls of the 
popcorn.  I took the two glasses into the living room along with one bowl of 
popcorn and  sat them on the coffee table; while Master brought in the last two 
bowls of  popcorn and one large bowl of water, which he placed on the floor, under 
the  coffee  table.

"I don't know about you, but I like to be comfortable when I watch a movie",  
Master said to Ray.  

I reached up and began to methodically remove Master's clothes, leaving him  
naked. I had thought that Kevin would have followed suit but he continued  
kneeling there without as much as flinching a  muscle.

Master turned off all the lights, but one and then took his place on the sofa 
 alongside of Ray. I knew, from practical experience, that my duty was to 
always  please my Master and his cock in such situations; so I immediately went 
in  between his legs and wrapped my lips around his  cock.

As soon as the movie had started, Master's two hands were on my head gently  
massaging away any outside interference that I may have had. I always seemed 
to  enjoy the way Master rubbed my head and toyed with my ears while I sucked 
his  cock; as it always seemed to make me forget everything except for my 
Master. The  only drawback to it, on this particular night, was the few occasions 
when Master  would purposely set the cold glass down on my  back.

And since I was transfixed in my own small world, I didn't even notice that 
Ray  had finally shucked his clothes and had his 'boy' sucking away on his cock 
as  well. I'm guessing that it took a couple of minutes for him to get used 
to being  here and coming to realize that his own nakedness was not considered 
to be out  of  place.

After accepting a sizable amount of sperm from Master, I was released so that 
I  might have some water and popcorn. I had to be diligent, as I slowly 
maneuvered  myself between the sofa and coffee table; but I finally got my head 
below the  table and into the water bowl. I was soon joined by Kevin, as the two 
men  continued watching the  movie.

Once the movie was over and the table cleared off; Kevin was made to drape 
his  body over the coffee table, while I remained beneath  it.

Turning my head I could see Kevin's face pressed firmly against the glass 
top.  He had a smile on his face which made me think that he was enjoying Ray's  
attention; and shortly thereafter his face changed for a brief minute when 
Ray's  cock made entry into Kevin's  ass.

Even though I had expected Master to pleasure himself with my body, Master  
seemed content in sitting there watching the two young adults having sex. I  
almost laughed out loud when I thought about all the times that I had to  
'baby-sit' Ryan and what it could have been like if the two of us had engaged in  
such a sexual  manner.

With a guttural moan, Ray unloaded what must have been a weeks worth of his  
manseed into Kevin's ass. I could even see Kevin's flesh press harder onto the 
 glass as Ray must have been laying atop him. Finally Ray got up and 
presented  his cock to his 'boy' for proper cleaning. Little did I know that the 'show
' had  just reached  intermission.

Now, with my butt pressed against the back of the sofa, my feet hanging over 
the  back and my head hanging off of the seat cushion; Kevin was commanded to 
'face  fuck' me.  

At first he seemed gentle and cautious as his cock slipped passed my lips; 
but  as his pending orgasm neared, Kevin really began to fuck my face, while 
Master  Ryan continued to sit next to me, watching every thrust of the young mans 
body.  

Immediately after Kevin had withdrawn his cock, Master had Ray stand over me, 
 backwards; squatting down over my face so that his pucker hole was right 
over my  mouth. Yep, sure enough, I even had to rim out Ray's ass; and by the 
words he  was using; I must have been doing well enough to please him  too.

No sooner had Ray been told to move away, Master seemed to take physical 
control  of the situation by standing up and leaning over me. He grabbed hold of 
my  ankles and pulled them back towards my head. He gave each of the two young  
adults an ankle to hold back and away from me; thus exposing my plugged  ass.

Once the two had control of my legs, Master withdrew the butt plug and 
replaced  it with two, then three of his fingers. The anal massage I was getting 
was, to  me, just another physical 'high', as my mind raced to catch up to the 
actual  physical stimulation inside my  ass.

"Look at his cock!" shouted Ray. "It wants to get hard but the poor slave has 
to  wear all that steel and cock cage that it can't get  stiff."

No truer words were ever spoken. My cock was straining under the all the 
steel  and my cock cage, but I knew that a full erection was futile thinking, not 
to  mention painful.  

I was now mixing pain with pleasure. It was something that I wouldn't wish on 
 even my worst enemy. I never thought, in a million years, that a person 
could  ever, simultaneously experience to separate and distinct feelings. I was  
starting to actually believe what Master had said to me just yesterday. "A good 
 slave knows when to turn his pain into pleasure… and that day will come soon 
 enough."

As Master withdrew his fingers from my ass, he lowered himself just enough to 
 allow me the pleasure of sucking on his smooth nuts. Master was as hard as a 
 rock, and I honestly wanted his cock in my mouth, not his balls; but I knew 
I  had to accept whatever it was that makes my Master  happy.

With Master's balls now removed from my spit filled mouth, I continued to 
breath  rather heavily; most of which was from the excitement of the moment as 
compared  to the lack of oxygen in my lungs. I somehow felt as if being with 
Kevin and  Ray, along with my Master was a good thing. There didn't' seem to be 
anymore  reservation in my head about being used in front of others, but I knew 
that the  real, true, test would come when I was exposed to the patrons at 
"Lashes  Pub".

All the excitement and sexual frenzy had been fulfilled for the night, just 
as  the doorbell rang. I had no idea that time had gone by so fast as to it 
being  time now for Kevin's father to  return.

Kevin ran to the door, before I even had a chance to get off the sofa. In all 
 his nakedness Kevin opened the door and thankfully it was his father who 
awaited  entrance.

There were a few words of thanks, between Master and Kevin's dad before the  
teens began to gather up their clothing and started to get dressed.  

"Kevin, just put your shorts on. There's no need for any shoes or shirt.  
Besides, what should you care if people see your pierced nipples", said Ray;  
with nothing less than a sincere tone to his  voice.

Kevin simply smiled, remained quiet and followed Ray's  instructions.

By the time I'd washed the bowls and glasses, Master had already gone ahead 
and  gotten into bed. After I cleaned myself up and tended to a couple of small 
 details I too lay down to sleep; only to be summoned to Master's  bed.

After a most sensual fuck, Master and I fell asleep in each others arms. My  
sleep was filled with nothing but the best recollections of my life from the  
moment I was subdued in the woods, up to and including tonight.  

Now knowing that today was Saturday, I was wishing the un-wishable; that we  
wouldn't be going out tonight. I was still kept in the dark as far as the  
training room went, with all its new additions; but the thoughts and concerns  
about the unknown trip to "Lashes" were foremost on my mind. I seemed to lag  
behind in most of my daily responsibilities and had to endure countless  
admonitions from Master Ryan. The further the day progressed, the more I  
concentrated my thoughts on tonight. I knew I was falling into a rut, so to  speak, but 
this was going to be (according to Master) a momentous occasion; not  only for 
me but for Master as  well.
After the evening meal, doing the dishes and making sure the house was in 
proper  order; I was sent into the bathroom to administer my own enemas and to 
perform  an extra good body scrubbing.  While I knelt under the warm, cascades 
of  water; all I could think about was the remainder of the evening. I was sure 
that  all hell would be unleashed towards me, but without ever seeing the 
place  before, all I could do was accept the few words which I'd heard before as  
gospel.  

I wasn't even needed or required this particular night to bath Master. But,  
while Master was alone in the shower, the doorbell sounded.  

The question came to mind, should I or should I not open the door and greet  
whoever was awaiting entrance. I scampered to the door, not knowing who was on 
 the other side and swung the door wide  open.

As I dropped quickly to my knees, I was never more thankful and surprised to 
see  Master's Troy and Jeb, along with Henry and what I took to be Paul; but 
if it  was indeed Paul, he sure looked a hell of a lot different now than the 
last time  I saw  him.

The masters patted my head and my butt, as they made their way to the sofa.  
Henry simply came in and stood next to the sofa, as Paul slipped out of his  
shorts and crawled over to the nearest corner of the room and buried his head 
on  the  floor.

I couldn't help but to think of what had happened with Paul. Not that I knew  
him, but just the fact that there was so much difference in his demeanor and 
his  flesh was marked with raised welts from the back of his shoulder blades 
down to  the calves of his legs. The one thing which I didn't see at first, but 
soon  discovered, was that Paul had a catheter shoved up his cock with the 
end of it  folded over so as not to allow any of his piss to escape. Paul's ass 
wasn't  plugged, but from where I was kneeling, he sure didn't need one; his 
ass was  swollen so much that you could more than likely shove a grapefruit up 
his hole  and he wouldn't even know the  difference.

Once I'd gotten enough of Paul's body image in my brain, I began to think 
more  and more about the rest of the night. Shortly thereafter, Master came out 
with a  towel wrapped around his waist and he anxiously greeted his friends, 
and sending  Henry into the kitchen to fix everyone a cold drink.  

Master Troy, promptly explained that I'd taken it upon myself to answer the  
door; to which Master Ryan seemed more than pleased. "He's learning his place  
quite well and I'm starting to feel a small sense of pride in my slave  boy."

After accepting the beverages from Henry, Master took the three men into our  
training room and apparently showed them what all of the changes were that 
he'd  made.  

After the 'guided tour', Master excused himself and went to dress for the 
night  out; while I was presented with Henry's  zipper.

Master Ryan reappeared before Henry had the opportunity to deposit his seed; 
and  then Master Ryan handed me a pair of black leather shorts to put on. The 
smell  of the leather was intoxicating, like I'd never known it to be. The 
shorts were  exactly that… short. There was some kind of removable pouch like 
cover on the  front and a matching cover on the back, covering my  butt.

With a simple click, my leash was put on and after Paul had been ordered out  
from the corner, we all departed for  "Lashes".

All six of us used the staircase, all the way to the parking garage; and even 
if  someone saw me they would have been more distracted by a naked Paul 
rather than  to fixate on me, the  neighbor.

Paul and I were herded into the back of Master Jeb's SUV  like a couple of  
animals; while the others took places up front.  

There was a considerable amount of conversation going on, but with the hum of 
 the tires and the whine from the engine, it was impossible to understand one 
 word from where we were kept.  

Looking out the window, I could tell where we were, until we crossed over 
into  the one part of town that I'd never gone before. Most of the people I knew  
always considered this part of town as being 'seedy' or 'where the perverts 
go  for a night of fun'. Now I was clumped in with those who frequented the 
seedy  and perverted parts of  D.C.

The vehicle slowed down and turned left into what was nothing more than an 
alley  and once we'd gotten to the end, I could see that there were a number of  
vehicles already parked and just passed the last car was a small lit sign 
with  "Lashes" in rainbow  colors.

Standing next to the door was a giant of a man, caramel skin tone with what  
looked like a leather harness coming up over his shoulders wrapping around 
just  below his pierced nipples. The only shred of clothes he wore was what 
appeared  to be a rather skimpy leather jockstrap.  

My level of fear shot through the roof, as Master Ryan opened the rear  
compartment door allowing the two of us to climb down and immediately kneel on  all 
 fours.

To Be continued…

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