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North Country  Chapter Thirty  One


I never would have expected Master to treat me so gentle and kind. We 
cuddled,  caressed and fondled each other for eternity; or so it seemed. There were a 
 couple of 'lighter' moments when Master would quietly say something like, 
"your  nose ring keeps getting in the way", which seemed to be his way of 
telling me  that he enjoyed kissing  me.

There  was actually one time where the two of us were rolling around on the 
bed, trying  to get better access to each others genitals. For me to find 
myself sucking a  cock without provocation or threat of punishment seemed to be 
some sort of  turning point; at least where it concerned Master. Had it of been 
someone else,  I'd probably revert back to a slave's mentality and do such, as 
something that  was/is required of most every  slave.

Ryan's mouth sucking on my nuts was, and still, is a large part of my sexual  
relief. I only wished that my cock didn't have to support wearing the Prince  
Albert ring; otherwise, just maybe, Master might have wrapped his lips around 
 his slave's  cock.

With  my balls getting sucked on, Master had no problem coaxing me to spread 
my legs  and bend them at the knees; exposing my anus to his probing finger 
(s). I so  much wanted to grasp Master's head, but once again I feared that such 
an action,  of dominance, might provoke him which in turn, would end his nut 
sucking.  

However,  once Master had released my balls, he gently slid himself up to my 
chest,  leaving a couple of fingers in my ass. In the most caring of a voice 
Master  quietly said to me, "I need to feel my cock in my 'baby's' ass. I 
desire to fuck  you, before anything else  happens."

"I  want you to take my ass, as it truly does belong to my Master", I said 
without  even thinking. I, too, wanted to feel his cock inside of me. I'm not 
sure why I  said what I did, other than to think that all of our childhood 
antics where now  playing out in real life, as a Master and his  slave.

Withdrawing his fingers, Master presented them to my mouth and I quickly 
sucked  them both  clean.

Master's fuck was like none I'd ever experienced. It was almost as if I could 
 see myself, feel myself, fucking a girl. Master had intercourse with me in 
such  a way, that I was nearly left breathless and wanting more, long after 
he'd  deposited his manseed inside of me. It truly was the tenderest of moments 
that  I'd ever, in my lifetime, experienced. But how could that be, I asked 
myself;  not really thinking about answering my own question. I was now more than 
ever,  beginning to feel, to sense, to understand, the deep down, suppressed 
feelings  and emotions that I had for my brother. Yes, I'm older than Master, 
but that  just doesn't seem to come into consideration when I think of all the 
things he  has taught me. I'm beginning to feel that the pain and humiliation 
was not just  a ploy on Master's part to get me to surrender my body and soul 
to him. Beyond  the pain, seems to be a world of  reward.

I  had to clean Master's cock, once he'd extracted it from my ass; but I was 
 surprised when I discovered that Master was not yet out of his own 'moment 
of  passion and pleasure', as he once more inserted two fingers up my sperm 
coated  ass and began to manipulate my prostate gland like never before.  

"Baby",  Master began; "Your Master needs to bond with you again. Your 
Master needs to  control your neglected sexual needs. Baby wants his Master to 
bring him  pleasure, doesn't  it?"

"Please  Master, oh yes PLEASE Master", I said with an excited voice; as two 
more fingers  worked their way up my  rectum.

"Baby's ass has gotten a little tighter since we last bonded. Does baby feel 
it  needs more  attention?"

"Yes, Master; what ever Master feels his baby needs, then Master's slave 
shall  accept it as the will of its Master." I quickly answered as I felt the 
thick  part of Master's hand begin twisting and turning and the entrance to my 
soul.  Once more, I didn't understand where that response came from; but I was  
beginning to realize that my mind and my body were no longer mine to  control.
Instinctively, I pulled my knees up and further apart; as Master's  hand 
finally entered, allowing him to slowly twist it around inside of me. With  each 
couple of turns, Master inched just a little more of his forearm into my  body 
and I could feel my sphincter muscles stretching like they'd never  stretched 
before. My gut was so sensitive that I could even feel Master's  fingers as 
they seemed to flicker back and forth around and over my  gland.

Opening my eyes, it was easy to see my cock standing  straight up; with what 
must have been a couple of small droplets of pre cum  glistening in the candle 
light.  All I could see of my nuts wasn't much; as  they must have begun 
retracting up inside of me. My mouth opened and I began an  uncontrollable, steady 
stream of moans and groans; as Master continued to inch  more and more of his 
arm up inside of me.

"Baby likes what its  Master is doing this night. You sound as if you could 
do this all day long.  Master's baby knows that this is the only way that it 
will ever be able to have  any form of sexual release from now on? I can't say 
how often baby will be  allowed to spew his milk, but just know that its Master 
will always keep the  well being of his slave in the front of his mind. 
Master knows how much a penis  needs to spew seed, but Master also knows that 
spewing all depends on how good  the Master's slave has been performing. And 
besides, we must give your penis  some other name, as most of the slaves I know, don'
t have cocks, dicks or  penis'. I seem to recall that someone used to call my 
cock a 'pee-pee', so I  feel only obligated that we call your thing a '
pee-pee'."

"Yes  Master that is a fine name for my thing", I replied, knowing exactly 
who Master  was referring to. Master could have called it anything he wanted, 
and I wouldn't  have objected; not being this close to an orgasm.

My breathing was  now out of control, and Master was increasing the speed 
with which he was  pushing his arm in, and pulling it out to his wrist. In the 
dim light of the  room, I watched as Master leaned forward; causing his cock to 
rub against my  'pee-pee'. With his free hand, Master took hold of both of 
the organs and held  them firm as his other hand made, what was to be the final 
push up my  ass.

I let out some sort of animalistic sound, as never before; as  string after 
string of my seed spewed from my 'pee-pee', leaving a small amount  hanging 
from the Prince Albert.

After several long seconds, Master  removed his hand from our organs and 
began stirring the seed which had landed on  my torso and above. It was the first 
time that I'd tasted my own seed in its  purest form. I was a bit repulsed at 
first, but then; understanding that licking  my seed from Master's finger 
brought him a great sense of pleasure, not to  mention pride, made everything seem 
proper and normal.

Our final  moments alone were comprised of me licking off the hand that had 
been so  thoughtfully inserted up my ass; while listening to Master outline the 
days  ahead. There was one part which totally brought me out from my euphoric 
state  and back into reality; but I was cautious to not let Master detect my  
nervousness. 

Just as soon as we entered the shower room, the sight  of the mayor's son 
being harshly scrubbed was quite the sight. Two, older  slaves, had the teen 
strung up by his wrist and were using what looked like hard  bristled brushes, 
like you'd clean the wheels on your car with; one scrubbing  the front of the 
teen and the other one digging his brush into the crack of the  teen's ass. Off 
to the side, staying dry, were Mr. Thomas and the mayor; both of  whom seemed 
to be in a rather serious discussion, presumably about the mayor's  son. Mr. 
Thomas had his familiar, yet sadistic, expression on his face; as if  he'd just 
been given a new toy at Christmas.

Recalling the days  that I'd spent in the deep woods, with all of those men, 
I didn't seem to have  one thread of sympathy or pity for the teenager. 
Normally, my reaction would  have been a lot different; but in this case, in this 
precise situation, I  couldn't seem to envision myself with such emotions or  
thoughts.

Master had adjusted our water to suit his needs and he  handed me a rather 
large sea sponge and liquid soap, with which to bath his  masculine physique. 
The tiled floor continued to present a problem to my already  scraped and abused 
body, but I dealt with it, only because I knew that each and  every movement 
of my body was under the watchful eye of my Master. 
I  received a stomach full of Master's piss, just as I was about to cleanse 
his  balls and cock, for which I remembered to thank Master loud enough so as 
they  others in attendance would see that I was learning my lessons.  

With Master all clean, the drops of water sparkling against the  bright 
lights, I was left to scrub myself clean and to administer, for the first  time, my 
very own deep cleaning.

Master joined the other two men,  engaging in conversation, while keeping a 
constant watch over  me.

The other side of the shower was now empty, except for the  teenager; who was 
squatting over the drain in the floor, as water continued to  rain down upon 
him from above. I guess that he was trying to void his last  session with the 
enema hose; and I couldn't help but to wonder what was  forthcoming for the 
lad. 

By the time I was nearing the completion  of my tasks, the mayor had already 
left the shower area; but now, Mr. Thomas was  putting a small rope around the 
teenager's balls and leading him out, once again  leaving just me and Master 
in the shower area. I'll never forget the look of  fear in the teen's face, 
as rivers of tears flowed down his pretty  face.

When we had barely gotten into the hallway, Master came to a  sudden stop and 
returned to the room where we had had sex. At first I wasn't  sure of his 
intentions, until I realized that Master had only wanted to get his  clothes back 
on. It felt nice to be able to tend to dressing Master, as he stood  like a 
statue. With a great many of the candles already extinguished, it didn't  feel 
as seductive anymore, but I could smell the raw, overpowering, yet  softness, 
of the odor of man to man sex in the room. Our sex, Master's sex; the  sex 
that once again, seemed to enlighten, and affirm my place in the  world.

As we exited the room, one of Master Ty's slaves quickly  entered, as another 
of the slaves was already in the shower room cleaning away  like a house on 
fire. On our way back towards the main room, I noticed that it  appeared as if 
more lights had been turned on; reminding me of the one or two  times I had 
stayed out late and was one of the last to leave the bar.  

In the main room, the third slave was busy cleaning out the tub as  Masters 
Ty, Jeb and Troy stood leaning against the bar; talking amongst  themselves. 

Master Ryan left me unattended, kneeling not to far  away from him; which 
allowed me to hear some of their conversations.  

I already knew that the females had left, taking Paul with them;  but I didn'
t know until just now that Henry and Mr. Thomas had left with the  mayor's 
boy, allowing the mayor to follow the trio back to Master Troy's home.  

Master Ty left to go check on his other two slaves, while the  three 
remaining Masters continued chatting. I knew better than to concern myself  with what 
they were talking about; but being so close, I couldn't help but to  overhear 
one or two partial comments, and I was hoping that they weren't about  me.

"No whip for your boy tonight", questioned Master  Jeb.

"Not tonight, I think he's just about had enough for one day,  and besides, 
his tomorrow will be much harder", came the response from Master  Ryan.

I flicked my head just enough so that I could find the clock  on the wall; 
and it read 4:11. This, indeed, had been a long day. This being,  now Sunday, 
meant that after today, Master Ryan would be returning to work and I  still had 
one more week to go before I had to start work at Master Ty's  place.

"I tend to agree with you", Master Troy chimed in. "Seems as  if everybody 
had a great evening and I'm sure that come next weekend things will  be back to 
normal around here. I love these private parties, but I also like the  idea 
of our little club raking in some money. I guess the other bars in town  
appreciate it when we close our doors for a function like tonight."
"I'll  second that statement", Master Ryan replied; "I don't think any of 
us are  opposed to the extra cash we bring in on weekends. It's not like we are 
open  seven nights a week, and besides if we can keep the kid and Paul busy 
for three  nights a week we should make even more money. I know that your Henry 
enjoys all  of the extra 'fun' he's been having lately."

Master Ty walked back  into the room, followed by his two domesticated 
slaves; and quickly gathered up  his third one and began bidding his farewells to 
the masters. 

I  was pleased, in a way that the night was over. Master Ryan gathered up the 
small  plastic bag which contained all of my cuffs and butt plug and I 
crawled behind  them all, as they made their way back to the vehicle. 

It seemed  less offensive, now, that I was alone in the back compartment of 
the SUV;  watching the few diehard humans heading home from a night out on the 
town. The  entire, although short, trip back to the condo was done in silence; 
presumably  because the three masters were contemplating their own personal 
need. Upon  pulling into the parking garage, I startled to hear what I  heard.

"Thanks again for everything guys. I don't know what I'd do  without your 
support and guidance. I'll call you later tonight and let you know  how the 
phone call with dad goes", Ryan said in a somber  voice.

That said, I was let out of the back and kept up crawling  behind my Master 
as the two others pulled away; leaving, even the garage, in a  silence which 
seemed to emphasize the end of a long day.

There  wasn't much activity once we got upstairs. Master Ryan had me undress 
him and he  slept peacefully in bed, while I slept like a rock on my slave  
mattress.

I woke before Master, and briefly thought about going  back to sleep; but I 
needed to prove something. I didn't know what it was that  needed approval, but 
some inner being told me to get up and do  something.

Stealthily, I got up and moved into the kitchen, closing  the bedroom door 
behind me. I needed to piss but being as I didn't want to  awaken Master, I 
opted to drain myself in the kitchen sink. God, that felt so  refreshing.

My eyes caught sight of the small clock embedded on the  panel of the 
microwave. It read 12:46,

Shit, I'd never slept this  late in my whole life. As quickly, and as 
quietly, as I could; I started off by  making a pot of coffee. I looked around in the 
frig to see what I could cook for  a meal for Master and myself; and decided 
on making a simple  breakfast.

I had gotten the sausage and bacon started, by the time  the coffee had 
finished dripping into the decanter. I took a chance, perhaps you  could call it a 
gamble; but I poured Master a cup of coffee and fixed it just  like he drinks 
it and took it into the bedroom. 

Master was awake;  his eyes were as bright as a shooting star. The smile on 
his face was  indescribable as he watched me come forward with his coffee. 

Like  a fuck'n stupid ass, I stood there expecting Master to rise up and 
accept the  coffee. Taking the lead, Master eased his legs over the edge of the 
bed,  exposing his cock. There was now a look of consternation on his  face.

I watched as Master lifted his cock up and wagged it for a  couple of 
seconds; and it was only then that I knew where I'd screwed  up.

After putting the coffee on the nightstand, I knelt between his  legs and 
accepted his morning slave offering. After Master had drained himself  into my 
mouth, he quietly, simply rubbed my head; as he picked up his coffee and  
sampled it. "Quite good coffee, I must say", exclaimed Master Ryan, "yes, quite  
good indeed."

"Master, thank you Master", were the words that came  pouring out of my 
mouth without me even having to remember 'proper slave  etiquette'. 
"It smells like you are cooking, so I'll let you get back to the  kitchen; 
but in the future it might pay dividends if you were to seek your  Master's 
schedule first. Normally, I'd have you bath me before eating, but since  we 
really haven't 'discussed' schedules yet…" Master trailed off as he stood  up.

I moved back, allowing Master to trek off into the bathroom;  and then I made 
a hasty retreat to the kitchen.

Master seemed to  have enjoyed his meal, and then I quietly and properly ate 
mime; while Master  remained seated at the table.

"Ya know, I really do admire the  progress you've been making lately. If 
things would have been different years  ago, just think how much we could have 
accomplished by now. I wasn't as dumb as  you thought I was", Master said in a 
deep concerning sort of voice. "I knew what  you were doing, by having me jack 
you off and all that other crap you forced me  to do. Hell, I already knew 
that I liked boys, long before you did. It has taken  all this time, and all the 
other shit to make you start understanding what you  are and who you are. Now 
look at you… kneeling there all nice and pretty, your  ass sticking up in the 
air, begging to be fucked… eating on the floor like an  animal… and what is 
really surprising is that you seem to like  it."

I listened with a great deal of interest to each sentence and  tried to 
comprehend the meaning of Master's words. 

Since Master's  comments didn't need a response from me, I remained 
diligently silent; as I got  up to clear the table and wash the dishes.

Master continued to sit  there, apparently pleased with me, and not having 
anything to add to his last  statement. I began to feel a little uneasy, just 
knowing that he was directly  behind me, staring at my naked body or more 
precisely my bare  butt.

All of a sudden, the telephone rang and I instinctively went  to grab it. 
Horror and shock hit me like a typhoon. The caller ID said the  incoming call was 
from mom and dad.

Without answering the phone, I  quickly handed the receiver to Master Ryan; 
who by now had seen the shade of my  face turn from a healthy glow to an ashen 
white.

"Hello", answered  Master Ryan.
"Yes, I'm sure he knows who is calling".
"No, we were out  late last night, so that's why you couldn't reach us".
"Just friends, they  all wanted to meet him".
"He's doing fine, but he doesn't know yet".
"No,  heck no. I'll tell him as soon as we hang up".
"What about mom?"
"That's  to bad, but I suppose it might be better this way".
"I'm sure he will  be".
"If he gets mad, I'll just have to help him get over it".
"No, he  should have thought about that long before now".
"Dad, he's not anything like  me. I told you years ago."
"He'll just have to come clean and tell you  everything about himself".
"Okay, what time?"
"No, that will be great. You  wanna stay for supper?"
"Okay, we'll see you when you get  here".

A simple push of a button and the phone conversation ended,  with Master Ryan 
handing the phone back to me, in silence.

"Time to  get you cleaned up and get those cuffs back on 'boy', remarked 
Master Ryan.  "Wouldn't want you to feel as if your master didn't care about 
you. Besides,  your ass has been empty way to long, and we need to get your slave 
balls  strapped back in as well."

Like a scolded puppy, I crawled back to  the bathroom; wanting and needing 
Master to say something about the telephone  call. I'm glad, in a way, that 
Master couldn't see the tears forming in my  eyes.         

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