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North  Country  Chapter  Thirty


By the time I had gotten around to realize the fact that I'd passed out 
earlier,  I was already in another room. Every muscle in my groin ached, as never 
before.  My cock seemed to be suffering the worst of all.  

As the fog lifted from my brain, it became obvious that I was also in a very  
vulnerable position. I was on some sort of padded bench, on my back; with my  
body having been bent backwards in a gentle fashion. When I looked up my 
torso,  all that I could see, before seeing the ceiling, were my aching balls and 
cock.  The tube had been re-attached to my piss plumbing and it ran down 
alongside of  the bench. It seemed a little strange, at first, that I was 
apparently alone in  the room; but the break from having men using me for their 
personal pleasures  was a welcome  relief.

All I could do was stare at my naked body. With my cock laying flat on my  
abdomen, it gave me the first real opportunity to see myself as a slave. I  
replayed, once again, the events of the night and how Master seemed to make  
everything feel as it was all good and proper. Master had shown a great deal of  
affection towards me for which, had it not been for him, the pain may just have  
been a bit overwhelming. I could still taste Master's tongue in my mouth; his 
 masculine scent still filled my nostrils. I could feel the soft, golden 
touch,  of Master's hands soothing away the pain and most of all, the fear which I 
had  earlier  felt.

The door to this room opened, with a chorus of voices. The only one I readily 
 recognized was that of Master. Turning my head to the right, my eyes saw the 
 lower portions of Master's legs. As I cast my eyes towards the ceiling, 
Master's  gracious and magnificent body came into view. His ocean blue eyes, his  
re-assuring smile came flooding over my body, into the depths of my  soul.

The one thing that I noticed, paying little to no attention to; was the fact  
that the mirrored wall was directly behind Master, which meant that I was 
laying  sideways to whomever was looking through from the opposite  side.

On my left, came a towering figure of a man; dressed in leather pants, bare  
chested except for a rather well crafted leather vest. I hadn't recalled 
seeing  him when we first arrived; so either he was late in coming or he was 
already  there but not available to receive his  greeting.

My head quickly turned back towards Master, as he began speaking to me. "Glad 
to  see that you've recovered from your lesson. In this room, as it is, is 
Master  Ty's area of recreation and relaxation. As before, I'll be with you the 
whole  time, but I'm almost certain that you will find  little need for me; as 
 your comfort station. Master Ty, by the way, is the gentleman who has agreed 
to  hire your services in his dry cleaning and laundry establishment.  The  
reason you are here now, is to be the reward for his personal 'boys' and  
employees."

Damn, I'd forgotten about having to work; while being my brother's slave. I  
turned my head back to get another, perhaps better look at Master Ty, but he'd 
 stepped away from me and now there were three naked males standing in his  
place.

"As you can see, Master Ty has some of the most beautiful 'boys' in the area. 
 They've either asked Master Ty to be one of his slaves, or they've been 
educated  into the world which we all know is the proper, perfect and best suited 
for  Masters and slave 'boys' such as yourself. They work diligently for their 
Master  and when they've earned enough credits, Master Ty rewards them with 
something  new, something different and most always something which brings 
pleasure and  fulfillment to their  Master."

I glanced  back at the three slaves, noticing that they too were hairless; 
but their body  jewelry was in some cases smaller than mine; and in one 
particular case, the  slave had dozens more rings piercing his flesh than I did.  I 
suppose it  all depends on the slave, and how the Master wishes and desires his 
slave to  appear.  

"As for the reward Master Ty has determined that his slaves will have the  
distinct pleasure and honor to wax your body. Each of them will be allowed to  
drip wax on you until such time as their Master deems that enough has been  
applied; at which time Master Ty will allow them to masturbate over your body  
until all three have drained their slave  balls."

MY mind flashed back to the camp in the woods, recalling the torment those 
men  had put me through when they did something similar. It looked as if I was 
just  going to have to accept it as something which would make me a stronger 
and  better serving slave for Master Ryan. My eyes were frozen in place, looking 
at  the three slaves; slaves that I would soon be working alongside. As they 
turned  away, to get their candles from Master Ty, I became shaken to the 
core; witness  to the brutal marks which covered their backs and legs; some of 
which had tiny  flecks of dried blood. I late discovered that they had been in 
Master Ryan's  'room', with Master Ty; as Master Ty had meted out his sadistic 
weekly  punishment on his  slaves.

As my senses detected the odor of sulphur, signaling that the candles were 
being  ignited; I noticed that Master Ryan had moved out of the way, allowing a 
clear  view of the proceedings from outside the wall. When the three slaves 
turned  back, facing me, I noticed that each of the three cocks were in 
different stages  of becoming erect. None of the slaves had a smile on their face, but 
I could  assimilate that they were doing this 'waxing' mostly to please their 
master.  Standing directly behind them now, was Master Ty and Master Ryan; 
each with  their hands reaching around the slaves, fondling the slave cocks to 
full  hardness.

Without having to be told to commence; the three males began dripping the 
molten  wax on my body.  At first it wasn't bad at all; probably due to the 
height  from which they were dropping it. But soon enough Master Ty commanded them 
to  bring the candles lower and as each drop landed on fresh skin, the need to 
 scream out was becoming more and more uncontrollable.  

Master Ty lifted up my cock, by the Prince Albert, and told his dark skinned  
slave to begin coating my shaft; which included the abused flesh surrounding 
my  ring and catheter. Without as much as a doubtful worry, the slave obeyed;  
sending drop after drop of hot wax onto my cock.  

Master Ryan positioned one of the slaves, the prettiest of the three, in 
between  my legs; whereby he commenced to cover my nuts in a thick mass of wax.  

There was some laughter from Master Ty, as he released his hold on my ring;  
saying that either there was enough wax on my cock, or "perhaps your slave is  
enjoying this a bit to  much".

My cock was at a ninety degree angle, away from my body; and even I was  
questioning whether or not it was because I was reacting favorably to such a  
treatment.

The third slave, perhaps the youngest of the three, continued dripping wax on 
my  stomach, allowing it to appear as it rivers of wax were working their way 
 towards my  head.

"Master Ty, I believe you just might be correct in your assumption", Master 
Ryan  blurted out. "It also appears that the slave's balls are trying to 
retract in a  formidable way. See how the two different applications of wax are now 
becoming  as  one."

"Yes I do believe your slave is enjoying this a bit too much", Master Ty  
continued; "I've noticed that the slave is pumping out more of its piss each  
time wax lands on his worthless  body."

A snap of his fingers and an unorthodox gesture, Master Ty seemed to be  
signaling some one from the  corridor.
Moments later the door opened up, with none of the three slaves stopping, and 
I  saw someone hand Master Ty, a long red plastic funnel. Simply and without 
a  word, Master Ty approached me and put the small end of the funnel against 
my  lips. I opened my mouth and accepted the funnel with the knowledge that I 
would  soon be used as a urinal. What I didn't see, but felt, was Master Ryan  
installing a similar funnel into my  ass.

By command, the three slaves extinguished their respective candle and set 
them  on the floor.  As if it had been rehearsed, the three slaves began to  
masturbate over my body. I watched, amazed, yet horrified as they stroked their  
cocks; astonished how the one slave with the abundance of rings on his shaft  
could even begin to manipulate his  skin.

At the same time my body became aware of Master Ryan's piss flowing into my 
ass;  while Master Ty exposed his own cock and began with a solid steam of piss 
into  the funnel. I swallowed with every ounce of energy I could muster up, 
not  wanting to spill a single  drop.

There were the beginning sounds of three impending orgasms from the three  
slaves. The more they stroked their meaty cocks, the closer they got to  
releasing their pent up sperm. One could only guess just how long they'd all  gone 
without  ejaculating.

With loud moans a several shouts of 'fuck yes', or 'I'm cumming' the three  
slaves sent a torrent of hot sperm, raining down on my body. I was even able to 
 glance at them as they all squeezed the last few drops of the pearly white 
honey  from their dicks.  

One by one, they lined up behind Master Ty, waiting their turn at pissing 
into  the funnel; but before they were allowed to drain their piss, Master Ryan 
had  begun cranking a small handle beneath the bench, which eased the strain on 
my  back and allowed my head to rise up ever so  slightly.

The position I was now in, allowed me an easier time in swallowing the three, 
 separate and different tasting loads of slave piss. I could even get a 
better  view of Master Ryan, who was still standing by my ass; with what appeared 
to be  an approving look on his face.  

I had momentarily lost sight of Master Ty, but it was Master Ryan's words 
that  filled the room. "It is much better for you to get acquainted with your  
co-workers this way, rather than have to waste time at work wondering all of the 
 who's, what's and where's. I'm pleased that you have displayed a great deal 
of  tolerance today, my slave; as such tolerance and understanding in your 
life will  go far in making you a better  person."

Master Ryan took the time to introduce, as it were, the three slaves that I'd 
be  working alongside of week after next. For sure, I would have forgotten 
which  name went with each face by then, but then; I could at least have a 
little  comradery with them as I tried to match the face to the  name.

In the absence of Master Ty, Ryan had the three slaves begin peeling the  
hardened wax away from my skin. It didn't hurt at all, and I rather enjoyed the  
companionship of the three slaves. None of them spoke, but they all managed to 
 let me know, in their own special way, that they were proud to have me as 
not  only a fellow worker, but as a slave. My dick remained erect, as the last 
piece  of wax was lifted off of the head of my cock. And then, without warning 
the  three slaves went to work, licking off the drying sperm which they'd shot 
onto  my body just minutes earlier. As if to tease me, or elicit some sort of 
response  from me, one of the slaves began to suck on my balls, while another 
slave was  darting his tongue back and forth in my mouth. The third, younger, 
slave crawled  around below Master Ryan and just as soon as Master had 
withdrawn the funnel  from my ass, the slave planted his face against my flesh and 
began ingesting the  piss and ass slime. My cock suffered greatly, as it had no 
feasible means of  relief; but the attention I was getting seemed like an 
excellent  'trade-off'.

It wasn't much longer and Mr. Thomas and Master Ty re-entered the room. There 
 were a few minutes of hushed conversation between them and Master.  The  
three slaves had immediately withdrawn from their tasks and had assumed a most  
eloquent position the moment their master had  entered.

Master Ty barked "come" and his three slaves crawled out of the room, 
following  their master with smiles on their faces. Mr. Thomas set a small folded 
cloth on  my stomach and opened it up, revealing nothing more than a small 
plastic clamp  and an empty syringe.  

He used the clamp to close off my catheter and with the empty syringe he 
drained  the water from the balloon up inside my bladder. It didn't seem to bother 
me  when he slowly withdrew the long rubber tube from my dick, but he did 
mention  that the first few times that I had to pee, it would hurt a 'tad bit'. 
He had no  sooner completed the sentence and he was out of the room, leaving 
just myself  and  Master.

Master approached me, with a rather nice smile on his face. "It appears that 
you  get along with the three 'boys' rather well. With all of their experience 
I can  see why it is that your slave dick is so fucking stiff. You've done 
very well,  so far, and I would certainly hope that your progress continues 
throughout the  remainder of the night and into the rest of your life. But I think 
you deserve a  break from your training, well… at least from this part of it  
anyway."

I listened intently, as Master Ryan began removing the bindings which had 
been  holding my body bound so firm. "While one of the others cleans up this 
room, I  need you to go out and tend to the needs of all the guest. See if they 
need  something cold to drink or something to snack on. I want you to be polite, 
as I  know from growing up with you that you are. You might say that this 
next task is  sort of like a test. I want to see just how well you interact with 
others, while  you're not being restrained or trained. Those which you will be 
serving, have  every right to touch your slave body, but none of them will 
'ask' you to do  anything that you are not trained to do. None of the men will 
be fucking you and  none of the females will require you to perform any of the 
things which I feel  are vile and disgusting. Afterwards, we'll get you all 
cleaned up again for the  balance of your training. Now go out there with a 
smile and smartness in your  step and tend to the guests. Make your Master  proud."

Master helped lift me off the bench and even massaged my legs and arms, 
getting  the soreness to abate, while I struggled to gain my  balance.

Once Master had opened the door, I began walking slowly; which really took a 
bit  of concentration at first. Just outside the door was Paul, kneeling in 
what  looked like a 'duck squat'. Master simply commanded that he go in and get 
the  room all cleaned up, just as he'd cleaned the last two. Paul who had been 
 whipped, flogged and grossly decorated with countless piercings crept 
slowing  into the room, closing the door behind  himself.

The hallway seemed darker than I'd remembered, probably because of the lights 
 being off in the rooms and in the hallway. There was a small amount of 
chatter  coming from the main room of the club, and I almost feared what I would 
find  once I stepped into the gathering of masters and slaves.  

Besides the hushed chatter amongst some of the masters, there was a movie  
playing on a rather large flat screen television. I instantly recalled that the  
movie was entitled, "Life as a House" (a fantastic movie). Although the 
lighting  was dim in the room, I could make out all of the faces.  

I saw Henry standing, patiently, behind the bar area; so I quickly maneuvered 
 around the leather sofas and recliners in order that I might ask Henry about 
my  task.
Henry seemed quite pleased to see me, as he stood there, as if expecting  me. 
 I didn't even have to ask the questions as Henry was quick to get me  
started on what to take, and to  whom.

My first tray of sodas and the like, went to the two females, who were most  
appreciative of my manners; and I, that they didn't find a reason or need to  
fondle my cock or balls. On the way back to the bar, I noticed the 'mayor'  
sitting alone in one of the recliners, which was placed close to the  bathtub.

My next tray of refreshments went to Master Ty, Mr. Thomas and Master Jeb. 
After  I'd emptied the tray, each of the men had the need to feel my cock and 
balls;  even bringing my cock to full attention;  

I was serving everyone; everyone that is, except Master Ryan, who was leaning 
 against the wall by the hallway, observing each and every movement I made.  

"Has everyone gotten something cold to drink? You'll be serving them all a 
nice  snack in a couple of minutes, so make sure that none of the guest need a  
refill", Henry quickly asserted his authority over  me.

I was about to tell Henry that all guest had something cold to drink, but  
instinct told me different. I quickly, stepped over in front of Master and knelt 
 before his body and quietly asked if he would like something drink. Master  
patted my naked head and commended me on being alert and gracious. "I'll have 
a  coffee, please 'boy' and be quick about  it."

No sooner had I told Henry that Master needed a coffee, then Henry quietly 
lit  into me; because I didn't know if Master Ryan took his coffee with cream or 
 sugar. "You'll have to go back and ask him 'boy'. A good slave always knows 
the  likes and dislikes of his  master."

Back I went to Master Ryan, kneeling before him, I begged his forgiveness for 
 not knowing about the cream and sugar. His reply was most eloquent and it 
made  me feel warm all  over.

After serving Master his coffee, I began passing out small plates of snacks 
to  the guests. All of the slaves remained quiet, content on watching the 
movie; at  the feet of their  master.

I informed Henry that I felt the need to piss; and he instantly gave me a 
stern  look. "Well, if you can't hold it, you'll have to use tonight's community  
toilet."

I must have shown a queried look on my face, as Henry instantly pointed to 
the  tub. "Just don't fuck up and think you can use one of he funnels. Just piss 
in  the tub and get your fucking ass right back  here."

There was no way that I could hide from everyone, while I pissed. The way the 
 tub and furniture was situated; anyone who used the tub for urination could  
easily be seen by everyone else in the  room.

The closer I got to the tub, I focused on the two funnels and before I knew 
it I  was standing next to the tub, looking down at the human figure that 
appeared to  be the 'mayor's ' son.  Even though he had a funnel in his mouth and 
one in  his ass; the tub still had a considerable amount of piss in  it.

The hair on his head was matted down, apparently from countless times of 
being  pissed on. I hesitated momentarily, thinking about where to piss. I really  
didn't feel the need to piss on the man's body, so I began pissing in between 
 his legs; until the sound of my piss splashing into the tub made quite a  
resonating  noise.

I squeezed my dick, halting the flow for a moment; and then I moved over just 
 about a foot and began to piss on his cock and balls. There wasn't much of a 
 noise, but I did notice that every pair of eyes in the room was focused on 
my  actions.

Just as Mr. Thomas had said, there was a short, sharp burning sensation; but 
it  quickly subsided. I was more amazed at watching my piss not only spray out 
 through my piss slit, but the hole on the underside of my cock as well. The 
two  separate and distinct streams of piss seemed to make me feel different 
and  special. I quickly, trying not to be noticed, looked in Master Ryan's 
direction;  seeing that he was still observing  me.

I quickly made my way back to Henry, who had me come behind the bar. I 
instantly  saw that Henry's cock was exposed and I knew that, as my Master's slave, 
I was  required to administer pleasure to Henry; as a way of showing my 
appreciation  for all of his help in getting the guest taken care  of.

It didn't' take Henry long, before he was holding me by my earrings and  
thrusting his hips back and forth. Nor did it take him long to make a sizeable  
deposit, deep within my mouth.  

As I stood up, I saw that Master Ryan was motioning for me to go to him.  
Kneeling at his feet, he bent down and whispered that it was time for me to get  
cleaned up.  
I turned  to follow him and noticed that Paul was once again squatting in the 
hall. Once  we'd passed Paul, he crawled behind me as we entered a room that 
was covered in  tile from the ceiling to the floor.  

"Clean the slave up, inside and out and I don't want to smell piss or cum  
anywhere on its body", Master Ryan ordered Paul, in a tone which commanded  
obedience.

No sooner had the door closed behind Master that Paul got to his feet and 
began  turning on the overhead shower heads.  The water was nice and warm, and  
actually felt  relaxing.

While the water rained down, Paul quickly went into action; administering my  
enemas. Had I been given permission to speak, I would have; as I had 
countless  questions of no consequence to ask Paul. Likewise, Paul remained silent and 
 dutifully went about his task of scrubbing me squeaky clean.  

As if on cue, the door opened up just as Paul had finished drying me off. In  
came Master Ryan, Master's Troy and Jeb; followed by one of the females.  

The female moved over to Paul and placed a thick rope around his neck, 
looking  at Master Troy saying, "We'll have him back at your place Wednesday night, 
no  later than nine o'clock."  

Nothing more was said, as Paul was dragged out of the shower room; but after  
he'd disappeared Master Troy said to all the others; " he's the one who wants 
to  feel the 'full experience' and let me tell you that by the time the girls 
are  done with him, he'll be willing and eager to eat a handful of my shit by 
 Wednesday."

I was without thought, emotion or feeling; as Paul was led away. All of my  
attention was focused on Master and Master  only.

As all the others left to return to the main room, Master had me follow him 
down  the hall; in the opposite  direction.

Not that I was scared, but I was a bit nervous; not knowing what lay  ahead.  
The moment Master opened the last door on the left, the  overpowering 
fragrances of burning candles filled my head.  

Inside this room, if you desire to call it a room; was something out of a 
fairy  tale. The room was decorated in lavish wall coverings, which appeared to 
be of  fine cloth. There was one large (extra wide) lounge chair, a small sofa 
and the  most beautifully adorned bed I'd ever seen. The only illuminations 
were the  countless candles which really set the room off as being part of a  
castle.

In a subtle tone of voice Master began speaking to me, covering just about 
every  aspect of my life over the last month or so; after which he began talking 
to me  about himself, his feelings and his  emotions.

As he spoke he moved himself into the large recliner and beckoned me to sit 
on  his lap. His hands instantly began roaming over my body in ways that I'd 
never  experienced before.  

He spoke endlessly about many things, including our family; which didn't 
upset  me as much as I thought I might. I could feel the beginnings of an erection 
from  beneath Master's trousers and I so much wanted to expose that part of 
him that I  could barely contain  myself.

Master began to gently kiss the nape of my neck, behind my ears and other 
places  above my shoulders which only increased my own feelings; feelings about 
my  Master not  withstanding.

Before long, Master had me kneeling in front of him; as he stood up and I was 
 commanded to remove Master's clothing. Just the presence of Master standing 
over  me seemed to feel just and proper. I treated his clothing will a great 
deal of  respect as I removed each article and folded it nicely.  

When Master was completely naked, he lifted me to my feet and began, once 
more,  to massage my skin. Soon, none to soon, we found ourselves in each others 
arms,  kissing as if it were the right and normal thing to be  doing.

Master used a small amount of his body weight to guide me backwards, towards 
the  bed. I quickly turned around, and without being told, I pulled the covers 
down,  tossing the extra pillows to the floor.  

With Master's guidance, I was eased onto the bed; feeling the soft comfort of 
 the silk sheet beneath my naked frame. Master Ryan slowly climbed onto the 
bed  and resumed his explorations of my entire body; some of it with his hands 
and  some with his moist and loving mouth.  

I hadn't reciprocated in any manner, as it was all I could do to maintain 
myself  in somewhat of a controlled  state.

Never in my life, had I ever experienced anything like it. Fuck, I'd never 
even  gone through this much detail when I was a free person and bedding down 
the  opposite  sex.

But, when Master's head returned to align itself with my face, there was no  
holding me back as I eagerly and wantonly pulled Master's lips to  mine.

To Be continued…

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