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North Country  Chapter Twenty  Eight

Bowing  at the waist, with his nipple rings dangling down, the man at the 
door quite  politely greeted Masters Troy and Jeb; saying nothing to or about 
their slave  boy Paul, after which he shook hands with Henry and gave him a 
comforting pat on  his upper  back.

I  watched as the doorman opened up the door, thinking I'd hear a blast of 
music  and voices coming from within; but none of that occurred. Apparently the 
outer  door was only a way in which to protect the patrons of the club from 
unwanted  guests or other such miscreants.  All I could actually see was another 
 door, which appeared to be padded and tufted in luxurious black leather; all 
of  which was illuminated by a rather nice light fixture hanging from the 
ceiling.  There was something else, which I wouldn't see until I, myself,  
entered.

As  Master Ryan tugged on my leash, pulling me closer to the entry way, 
another two  vehicles passed by behind us; parking along side of Master Troy's SUV. 
They  seemed to just be sitting there, waiting for us to enter or else they 
could have  been waiting for more of their friends to join them. I found it 
rather  interesting, odd if you will, that down this dark alley between two old 
brick  warehouses; that such an establishment would even have existed, let 
alone  survived  economically.

"Good evening Master Ryan, it's so wonderful to see you again", exclaimed the 
 scantily clad doorman. "Everything as you've requested has been dutifully 
tended  to Sir. Most of your guests have arrived and await your entrance,  Sir."

"Excellent, and I hope we've not kept them waiting too long", Master replied. 
 "It should be a most wonderful evening for all of the guest, who've heard 
and  not yet  seen."

"Yes  Master Ryan, I'd say that would be the situation, since that now I 
myself have  laid eyes upon your new, personal slave. And if I may ask for 
clarity, Sir, it  is Sir's desire, need and want, that the Master's slave be treated 
as a  newbie?"

"That is correct. Even though the 'boy' has had about four short weeks of  
sucking cock and a couple of other training sessions, I feel it would benefit  
him if he were to experience the complete emersion into his new life. That way, 
 he'll be able to appreciate his Master all that much more and even, perhaps, 
to  see that he is not being singled out as just being who he once  was."

"Very  well Sir", the man replied, as Master Ryan handed him my  leash.

"Now  'boy' you will see just how wonderful a life you can have if you only 
accept  what has been dealt to you. Listen to each and every command and accept 
it as if  it were your Master issuing it. Failure, on this night, will result 
in perhaps  some of the most extreme discipline you'll ever have to 
experience. Your Master  has many good men to see and much to do; but, I don't want you 
to feel as if  your Master has abandoned you. I am here now and forever to 
protect you from  permanent harm. I leave you now, in very capable hands, until 
we see each other  again in the later hours of the  festivities."

I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared half to death, as I watched my 
Master  walking through the open doorway. Now, I was alone, out in the open, in a 
 strange and foreboding place, with a man I hadn't seen before  tonight.

"So  you are Ryan's very first 'boy'. We've all heard so much about you over 
the last  couple of weeks that even I feel as if I know you already. But, you 
will get to  know me soon enough; just after I can get the late arrivals 
checked through",  said the doorman in a rather pleasant tone of  voice.

I  heard the car doors open and close behind me and before you could count to 
 three; the occupants of the vehicles were standing alongside of me, making  
short, their talk with the club's doorman.  

As they  walked into the club, I noticed that there were three leather clad 
slaves  crawling dutifully behind their masters. The smell of the leather 
clothing  seemed intoxicating for a moment, as I'd all but forgotten that I too was 
 wearing a skimpy, tight pair of slave  shorts.

"It's show time now, 'boy', we don't want to keep the guests waiting any 
longer  than need be", exclaimed the  man.

I was  led into the foyer of the club and momentarily left idle, while the 
man turned  to thumb latches on the main door; thus locking everyone in and the 
outside  world out. It was then, and only then, that I noticed another wooden 
door; which  I was quickly led  through.

The  room was nicely lit, with only a small plastic basket laying on the 
floor, near  the center. On the floor there was a rather thick length of rope with 
a metal  snap on one end.  

Once in the  middle of the room, I noticed that one wall had a rather large 
mirror, which  seemed to take up most of the space on the wall. It was the 
first time I'd been  able to really get a decent look at myself, but being as I 
was on all fours and  not wanting to start the night off with getting yelled at; 
I tried to ignore the  mirror, just seeing the large rings hanging from my 
flesh was bad  enough.

"Well, let's get you kitted out for the night. I know that you probably don't 
 like wearing such tight clothes, so I'll just reach around and unsnap them 
and  then all you have to do is help me by lifting your back legs one at a 
time.  Being naked, you'll find is actually the proper way for a new slave to be 
and  I'm sure, like the rest of the slaves, you'll appreciate having the fresh 
air  flowing over your body, just to keep you cool", the man said once again 
in a  nice voice.

He struggled a bit getting the shorts down passed my thighs but once he'd 
seen  that I was wearing a large cock cage and butt plug he was more 
understanding.  "Let me see if they've given me the proper tool to remove all this steel." 
 

Using his  booted foot he kicked my knees apart, sending my head down onto 
the cold tiled  flooring. I could feel him reaching in, from behind and beneath 
me, struggling  to remove my cock cage. "Damn things have always been hard to 
remove, especially  when slaves like you have a Prince Albert worked in 
between the end  rings."

Finally my cock cage was off, and before I knew it, the remaining steel bands 
 and rings were also removed; and everything was placed into the plastic 
basket.  "Now then, that should make you feel more like you're alive", chuckled 
the man.  "After all, your Master said you are to be treated like a newbie, so 
such things  like that can come off without either of us getting our butts  
whipped."

Feeling the twisting of my anal retention plug going around in circles, began 
to  excite my cock even though I hadn't been concentrating on getting, let 
alone  wanting, an  erection.

The plug came out with a rather echoing 'thwap' sound. My exposed hole seemed 
to  elicit yet more sexual relief now that it was all open, swollen and 
exposed for  the man to see.

"There will be many  things up your slave ass before the night is over, but 
you shouldn't worry about  any of that kind of stuff. After all, your wonderful 
Master wants and needs you  to become a dignified pig-boy, so you will just 
have to accept anything that  comes your way", the man said  laughingly.
The next  minute and the man was standing directly in front of me, in total 
silence; as if  waiting for me to say or do something. I was spellbound and 
unable to think for  myself, so he had to rudely command me to remove his cock 
and swallow his hot  piss.

His  zipper was difficult to pull down, probably due to his tight leather 
pants but I  finally managed to extract his cock and was surprised to see that he 
too was  totally hairless. He had one small steel bar running through a piece 
of skin, on  the bottom of his cock just behind the piss head.  

Once I had  sealed my lips around his freshly washed cock, he let loose with 
a small squirt  of piss just before he unleashed a full on steady flow. It was 
without much of a  taste, so I could only 'assume' that he hadn't consumed 
anything other than  water; as I'd once tasted piss that seemed to mirror the 
man's own piss after  only drinking  water.

When  his stream ended he quickly pulled out of my mouth and tucked his cock 
away;  zipping himself up, rather than having me do it for him. He leaned down 
and  picked up the thick rope and clipped the end of it to my nose ring 
saying, "time  to go and meet the guests and since you're in training as a 'pig', 
the only real  true place for your leash is your nose ring. You've never seen 
an animal with a  leash on its dick, have  you?"

I  should have thanked the man for allowing me the privilege and honor of 
taking  his piss, but it didn't seem as if he expected me to do  so.

"Just  remember what your Master told you and everything that you've 
experienced up  till now and you just might survive the night", was all he said just 
before he  tugged on the rope, leading me out of the room. I finally got a good 
look at  myself in the mirror and I wasn't happy with what I saw. Inside my 
head, I knew  who I was; but looking at myself in the mirror, I was unable to 
recognize the  human form, other than to admit it looked like some kind of 
animal  slave.

When  the leather clad door swung open, I froze. All I could see was a group 
of people  standing in a semi-circle; and they all looked like they were ready 
to pounce on  me and tear me to  shreds.

A  huge round of applause erupted and then all of their faces turned to 
smiles as  their hands continued to  clap.

Tall,  muscular and with a dark complexion is the only way I can describe the 
man that  came forward and took the leash away from the doorman. "Thank you 
'boy', and now  you are free to assume your proper place in life", is all the 
man had to say as  the doorman quickly shucked his leather pants, leaving 
himself totally naked. I  watched as the small group of men made an opening so that 
he could make his way  to the rear of the others; disappearing from my  sight.

With  this other man in control of my leash, I had no fuck'n earthly idea 
what was  coming next. My hands and knees felt as if they were stuck in concrete, 
leaving  me unable to move as the man tugged on my nose ring. He yelled at 
me, which  seemed to break me free from whatever fear had been holding me back; 
and I  slowly moved towards him, noticing that the group had once more moved 
apart to  allow the two of us to move further into the club. I was able to 
quickly snap my  head from side to side, observing everyone and everything. I knew 
that such a  move might cause me further punishment; but I just had to see my 
surroundings.  

I should  not have done it, AT ALL!! Over my right shoulder, from where the 
first room  would have been located behind the wall; I discovered that the 
mirror I looked  at was actually one of those 'one way' mirrors and that probably 
everyone in  attendance had watched me swallow the doorman's urine.  A 
mountain of  humiliation seemed to fall from the sky, as my brain seemed to resist 
the final  impending transformation of becoming my Master's true  slave.

Now,  somewhere in the middle of the main room, I was ordered to 'stay'; 
which meant  that the man wanted me to rise up but remain  kneeling.

He  dropped the leash and seemed to be pleased with what his eyes were gazing 
upon.  His hands ran over my head and he tugged on my ear rings and twisted 
my  obscenely large nipple rings. He then stepped closer and ceased playing 
with my  rings, as the room fell silent.  

Without  hesitation, I once again found myself engaged as a urinal while the 
entire group  of men looked on. "We'll save the rest for Troy's boy", said the 
man as he  pulled his limp dick from my  mouth.

As he  stepped away, someone else picked up the leash and tugged me in his 
direction.  Again I was inspected, but without having to consume urine. Over and 
over again  the men took liberties with my body, including an occasional 
finger or two  finding there way into my  ass.

With  all of the tugging and pulling going on; I was able to see the one, 
sole, clock  in the whole place… it read 9:35. The night was still  'young'.

When I caught sight of the bar area, I was astonished to see that there were 
no  beer bottles or cocktail glasses anywhere to be seen. Cans of soda, 
glasses of  water and bowls of snack food were all that lay atop the bar. Hell… I 
couldn't  even detect the tale-tale odor of tobacco either. One should be 
thankful that  the men weren't half liquored up or  worse.

"HEY!  FUCKING HEY!!! DON'T WE GET TO SEE TOO", came a rather high pitched 
voice from  another part of the room. Everyone broke into laughter, as one of 
the men seemed  to begin to apologize to whomever it was that had created the  
commotion.

The men once again parted, allowing two rather nice looking women to come  
forward. They were dressed in jeans, long sleeve plaid shirts and black  
construction boots. Their belt buckles seemed to glisten from the few lights in  the 
ceiling. Every hair on their heads seemed to be perfectly placed and oh, did  
I mention that they had that 'cute' look on their  faces.

Behind the two women were two more females, but they weren't dressed like the 
 first two… THEY WERE NAKED. The thing that caught my attention was all the 
body  piercings on the naked girls. Their nipple rings looked like long ear 
rings,  which just so happens that indeed they matched. On either side of their…. 
'you  know what' were perfectly aligned rows of gold rings, and they even had 
a large  ring between that and their butt hole.  

The two  women came forward and began to inspect my body from top to bottom, 
even  grabbing my dick, ever so briefly. "Never will understand what you guys 
see in  such an ugly, disgusting thing like this", the older of the two said. 
The men,  once again broke out into uncontrollable  laughter.

"Best we get started", said one of the men from the rear of the room.  

When  everyone began moving in different directions, the remainder of the 
room came  into my vision. I was surprised, really surprised at what I  saw.

In the  far corner, was an old fashion bath tub; sitting in solitude on its 
cast iron  legs. Next to the tub was the 'mayor' from the lumber camp. What I 
didn't see  was… who was in the  tub.

The  men, all of them, had seemed rather nice; in their own sort of way 
towards me.  It was rather obvious, that they all held Master Ryan in high regards, 
as none  had caused me any pain or even the slightest amount of discomfort; 
other than  another severe case of  humiliation.

I scanned the room for Master and Masters Jeb and Troy, but they were no 
where  to be seen. I didn't even see Paul.  

One of the  females took control of my nose leash and began to lead me away 
from the main  group of men, passed the mayor and tub. The mayor gave me the 
most unusual smile  as I looked in his direction. He was holding the two ends of 
what appeared to be  very large funnels. I would later discover what the 
funnels were used for, but  little did I know that they were already in place, 
ready for all to avail  themselves  with.

I  really had to hand it to whoever was responsible for this particular  
establishment. I had always envisioned gay bars to be rather 'seedy', but this  
place was nothing like it at all. Everything seemed to be clean, well kept and  
opulent.

How  quickly I discovered that there was a lot more to this club than I 
originally  thought. 

In  the back of the club, there was a wide, yet dimly lit corridor. On either 
side  of the hallway were walls of glass; from which copious amounts of 
illumination  filtered  through.

The  closer we got to the corridor; I realized that the walls were identical 
to the  one wall at the front of the  club.

The  door to the right was opened up and I was pulled into what looked like a 
 surgical room at your local veterinarians office. The walls and floor where  
tiled and sparkled with cleanliness. There were four chains hanging from the  
center of the ceiling; all equally spaced. Directly below the chains was what 
 appeared to be a six inch drain. Off to the sides of the room were three (3) 
 rather large garden styled  hoses.

"Time  for 'pig boy' to get all clean and pretty", the one senior of the two 
said. "We  wouldn't want his 'daddy' to be upset with us, now would we girls?" 
 

"No,  mistress Ann, no ma'am", came the reply in  unison.

Before you could say, 'Bite me'… I found myself hanging by my ankles cuffs; 
my  cock, balls and asshole were all at a waist high level to the females.  

Orders and  directives flowed like the water that was now coursing down my 
already clean  intestines. The two naked girls were apparently the counterparts 
of the two  fully dressed ladies. They snapped up every command given them 
without as much  as a single word spoken.  

Normally,  if that's the word to use… I wouldn't ever be embarrassed about 
being naked in  front of a woman, but being in my situation; I was beginning to 
see just how  much control the two women  wheeled.

As  my gut began to protrude, the one woman said to her group of friends, and 
I'm  sure for my benefit as well, "We hardly ever get to show these men just 
how well  we can adapt to 'their world'. At least tonight, since Ryan has 
rented the  entire club for the night; we won't be left out, feeling as if we are 
second  class  citizens."

The other woman responded by adding, "How true, how true. Thank god that we 
are  all friends and most importantly we all are friends of Ryan's and he loves 
us  all dearly. It's not like we're the average Joe that comes in here 
looking for a  little excitement once a  month.

I  suppose that just as soon as I heard one of them mention that Ryan was my  
brother, I became totally zombie like. If these girls knew, then I'm guessing 
 that every single person in the place knew as well…  

Three times  they filled me up, allowing the discharge to flow up and then 
down my body. "I  knew the 'boy' would already be clean, but Ryan wants him to 
experience the  'real world' of love and  compassion.
After my  ankles were released from the chains, they had me stand; while they 
secured my  wrists to the  chains.

>From  two sides, the naked girls allowed their garden hoses to spray me with 
water,  warm water. Then they began using those big round sponges to wash my 
entire  body. It was the first, and only, time that I was able to close my eyes 
and  imagine myself being prepared for a night of uninhibited sex, with the 
opposite  sex. Even my cock erected, but it was soon feeling the wrath of god,  
administered by one of the older females. They called me, AND MY COCK, all 
sorts  of names; which seemed to make me think that they'd never experienced sex 
with a  man.

When my  bathing was complete, I was hosed off again and then to my surprise, 
one of the  women stepped forward with a straight razor. Using an old fashion 
cake of soap  and brush, she began lathering up my head and scrapping away at 
nothing. "I know  'pig boy' has already shaved today, but once again, I find 
myself needing to  fulfill the wishes of his master. Besides, I just might 
slip and give his little  'tinker toy' a stubbing." The three other females burst 
out into their own style  of laughter… at my  expense.

I  wondered, as if it really fuck'n mattered, just how many men were standing 
on  the other side of the wall looking in on the activities.  

Thankfully,  the body shave didn't take all that long and after one final 
rinse I was  released from the chains.  

"Sure wish  we could get him to thank us properly, but Ryan had put a limit 
on his 'boys'  tongue… for now; so I guess he won't be doing any licking 
tonight  girls."

That  said, they re-attached my nose leash and took me out into the hallway; 
where  there was a group of at least ten men standing.  

"Good job,  sis; glad to see that after all the years of shaving your dear, 
kind hearted and  loving brother, that you haven't lost your touch", one of the 
younger dressed  men said to the older of the two  women.

"Watch your mouth, little brother; or I'll drag your ass in there and give 
you  what you really deserve… an all night enema session with laundry  soap."

The  men seemed to think it was rather hilarious, watching and listening to 
the two  siblings going at one another; albeit just in  fun.

"Enough  of the fun stuff. The 'boy' needs to get his ass into room two", 
came a voice  that sounded familiar. An arm came through the group of men and the 
leash was  handed over to him. The men parted, just enough to allow me 
passage; and it was  then that I saw Mr.  Thomas.

Room  two, seemed more like the dungeon at Master Troy's house; except that 
the table  in the middle of the room wasn't padded at all. It was stainless 
steel and was  situated under a light, very similar to one used in an operating 
room. There was  a single cabinet against one wall, its two doors already open. 
 

Next to the  table was a surgical tray, which had been  covered.

I  was helped onto the table and secured with the help of several of the men; 
 before they left the room, closing the door behind  them.

The  way the table was positioned, it allowed my ass and cock to be exposed 
towards  the mirrored wall.  

"We meet  again, 'boy', and it is always such a pleasure to see you. Your 
great and  wonderful Master has given his blessings on this night and now that 
you are  here, I suppose we should get  started."

Since I was flat on my back, I couldn't see what Mr. Thomas was doing, or 
about  to do; but I could easily smell the alcohol as he began rubbing my balls 
and  dick with it. I got a real good whiff of it when he swabbed my nipples 
with a  saturated cotton  ball.

"I  guess the 'boy' is enjoying his reprieve from his bands and bindings. But 
 unfortunately for this next small part of your training I need to bind your  
balls once again. I won't need your bands or rings, as I'm only going to be  
using a nice piece of soft  leather."

I  could feel Mr. Thomas, manipulating my nuts into the bottom of my scrotum; 
after  which he began wrapping the leather around the sac to keep my balls 
neatly in  place. 

"We're going to do some more piercings of your body, but this time they won't 
be  permanent. It is pathetically called 'play piercing'. I seem to enjoy the 
 terminology of 'pain piercing' instead. And since you will most likely find 
the  need to scream and yell, I'm going to put this pretty little ball gag in 
your  mouth. You'll be wearing it for the rest of the night, well… at least 
until you  get to see your Master  again."

As  he slipped the purple ball into my mouth, buckling it behind my head, he 
said to  me; "I don't suppose you've ever given any thought to having a 
handful of  needles stuck into your nuts, have you?"

To Be Continued…

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