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North Country  Chapter Thirty  Two


Master sat perfectly still and quiet, on the bathroom countertop, as I 
douched  and showered. The expression, or lack of, seemed to at least allow me the  
knowledge that my process was acceptable. I didn't even feel out of place, 
while  he observed me squatting over the floor  drain.

Nobody, not even I, could fault Master Ryan for his wants, needs or desires. 
By  that I mean… We all have them… whether or not they include having a slave 
to  serve you or not, seems irrelevant. After all, I too had some of the same 
needs  when I was growing up. I couldn't begin to count the amount of times 
that I had  my brother jerk me off, or bath me, or make my bed, clean my room 
and even fix  the screw ups I used to make on my computer. Now, as far as I can 
understand; it  all seems as if it is nothing more than a complete role 
reversal. And besides,  to this day, I can still see, and feel Ryan doing the 
things that I used to have  him do; and I still get that inner satisfaction each 
and every time I think  about it. 

I  don't know of any man that masturbates and doesn't think of something or 
some  one, during the course of the act; not to mention how many young boys 
began  puberty by participating in one or more 'circle  jerks'.

So  whether or not I feel as if Master Ryan is exploiting me is not really 
the  issue. To me, the issue is why has it taken this long, this path, to 
discover  that I may just in fact be gay, like being dominated, and more 
importantly; have  these feelings for my Master. Perhaps it is all just my imagination 
playing  games with me, but time will be the judge of  that.

"Come  over here and let me dry you off", Master said the second I'd turned 
off the  water.

I  crawled out of the tub and over to Master, where he had me stand facing 
him;  while he gently patted the water from my head. "Bend down some so your 
Master  can dry off the shoulders and chest,  boy".

The  action, of bending myself forward put my face in direct view of Master's 
crotch.  I could plainly see the outline of his penis, beneath the denim of 
the jeans.  Instinctively and wanting, I leaned down even more, until my teeth 
were grasping  the zipper. Master felt my actions and quickly adjusted his 
body so that I could  render supplications to his  cock.

Once  I'd gotten the flaccid flesh into my mouth, it began to rise. I quickly 
engulfed  the entire length of Master's cock before it became rigid; causing 
my throat to  form a tight seal around the shaft. I was breathing fairly well 
through my nose,  inhaling Master's domineering scent. I could feel my very 
own muscles  palpitating Master's penis and knew that such 'oral gratification' 
would not go  unrewarded.

Now, I could feel Master's hands touching the flesh of his slave. His fingers 
 seemed to be flailing the edges of my ears, while soft moans escaped his  
lips.

I  could feel his lower abdomen starting to tense, and I knew that my reward 
was  forthcoming. Not that swallowing sperm was my reward; but the sheer 
knowledge  that I had once again been able to please my Master. The strings of 
pearly cum  where only secondary compared to allowing Master to feel a certain 
sense of  pride.

"You  understand that all of this is taking time away from your other duties 
for the  afternoon. Turn around so that your Master might finish wiping the 
water from  his slave". 

Slowly, and carefully, I lifted my face away from Master; and watched as he  
tucked his dick back behind his zipper. As I turned away from Master, he had 
me  bend over, allowing him a better opportunity to towel off my lower back, 
butt  and thighs.

The unmistakable feeling of Master inserting a couple of fingers inside my 
body  was almost taking my breath away. After satisfying his needs, Master 
withdrew  the two fingers and I obediently licked them clean; although there was 
nothing  on them, I still had the  responsibility,

"Go now and get one, just one, grease stick from the freezer and return 
promptly  to your Master's room", Master commanded, as I dropped down and made my 
way into  the kitchen.
It was  still a mystery, as to exactly what Master had done with the spare 
room; as it  was still locked and Master has yet to make mention of using it, 
and I couldn't  help but to think of the demonic things which might lurk behind 
the door, as I  crawled passed  it.

Returning to Master's bedroom, I discovered that Master had now disrobed and 
was  standing next to my slave bed; holding the plastic bag full of cuffs and  
articles of clothing. Next to my slave mat was a small cardboard box about 
the  size of a cigar  box.

"Well  let's get you put back together, so you can get to work cleaning up 
the living  room before our company arrives", Master said in a rather 
simplistic tone of  voice; yet able to maintain a slight smile on his  face.

"The  one thing you must learn to do, and it's probably my fault for not 
teaching  you…BUT… when you are carrying something from one place to another; 
and it is of  size where it will fit in your mouth, then you should carry it so, 
much like an  animal, say a dog, might carry his  bone."

"Yes  Master", was about all I could muster to say before Master commenced 
speaking  again.

"Now,  before things go to far, for to long, I just want to say that your 
Master is  truly proud of your progress. You have begun to fulfill some of your 
Master's  most treasured dreams and desires. Your Master has no intention of 
causing you  trauma or permanent harm. Your Master only desires, among other 
things, to make  his slave aware of his own identity. Master knew, from the 
moment he saw the  first photos from Maine that his slave had so much to offer. It 
will take time,  maybe even a long time, before Master's slave is totally 
comfortable with  itself. Master's slave must never feel as if it can't speak 
with its Master; as  starting tonight its Master will afford it twenty minutes 
every night before  sleep, to ask questions or seek a  discussion."

I could hardly contain my emotions. Once again, I was hearing words which 
seemed  compassionate and well thought out. The Jekyll and Hyde syndrome of Ryan 
was  perhaps at work; or unless I was hearing the real Master  Ryan.
Master had me  lay flat on my back, spreading my arms and legs; as if I was 
trussed on a St.  Andrew's cross, and the coolness of my slave mat felt rather 
nice against my  smooth skin. My eyes were looking upward and I couldn't see 
what Master was  doing, but I could tell from the one sound that he'd dumped 
the contents of last  night's plastic bag onto the floor next to  me.

"So much  to do, and so little time; but Master's it is well worth the time"
, Master  squeaked out as if he was talking to himself. I knew that Master had 
to get my  cuffs back on, install the apparatus on my cock and balls and get 
my anal plug  back in.

Master had me lift my legs, in order that He might get the grease stick up my 
 ass before it started to melt. I hope that one day I will get used to 
feeling  the frozen grease stick, but it always seems to cause me to shiver as 
Master  eases it into me and then allows me the honor of cleaning his fingers 
again. I  half expected Master to follow the grease up my ass with my butt plug; 
but for  some reason that was  postponed.

Master started by applying the obscenely large and heavy cinch ring around my 
 cock and balls; tugging my scrotum away from the body as far as he could  
possibly get it, without causing to much discomfort for His  slave.

I  knew that the cock cage was next in line for installation, which meant 
that my  Prince Albert would, only momentarily, have to be  removed.

Master's hands felt so comforting, as he slid the ring out of the bottom hole 
in  my cock. There was a moment of stillness, which enveloped the bedroom; 
only to  be followed by the wet, warm feeling of Master's lips making contact 
with my  cock.

This  was the first time that Master had ever put His mouth to my cock. Master
's  tongue ran up and down the shaft slowly, sending a wave of passion racing 
 through my  body.

Once  Master had my cock in His mouth, I paid close attention to exactly how 
He was  sucking on His slave's cock. More than once, Master brought me close 
to the edge  of climax; but He seemingly knew, from experience, just how far to 
go before  stopping. Every time He pulled away from my cock, His mouth went 
to work  lathering my two bound balls in a sea of  saliva.

The  last time Master removed His mouth from His slave's ball sack; He moved 
up and  began to kiss me with unabashed  lust.

"My  boy likes how its Master is taking good care of it?" question  Master.

"Oh  Master, yes Master, very much so Master", I replied in an almost 
breathless  state.

In  one, steady move, Master slid down and once again engulfed His slave's 
cock. The  blood was racing in and out, struggling against the cinch ring; as my 
sperm made  its way through the canal inching its way to  freedom.

Unexpectedly, Master inserted several fingers up my ass; as He increased the  
speed at which his head and tongue serviced my dick. Moments later Master 
tasted  the seed of His  slave.

Both  of us were breathing heavily, and I could feel small droplets of sweat 
fall from  Master. It truly was a beautiful moment in my  life.

When  Master regained His composure, He once again moved up and began to kiss 
me; but  this time his mouth exchanged the sperm, thus allowing me the 
privilege of  swallowing my own  seed.

"Your  Master enjoyed that very much, but unfortunately, for now; such 
actions by your  Master will be restricted except for special occasions", Master 
said with a  gleam in his  eye.

"Not  that your Master has to be gentle, but I'll try just this once not to 
cause you  any discomfort", Master said as he picked up the small box and laid 
it on my  chest.

Master brought forth the ring pliers that I was becoming accustomed to seeing 
 and reached for my nose ring. "I feel that My slave deserves a smaller nose  
ring, but since it takes time for the flesh to heal, this might smart just a  
bit", Master said as he moved the pliers up and into my nose ring. "When I 
say  'breathe' Master wants you to exhale, while I slide the big ring out. And 
then  when I say 'breathe' again, do the same as I install the smaller one. 
It is the  same thickness, but it is only half the diameter of its original  
one".

There  wasn't any pain, only a small amount of pressure inside my nose as the 
ring was  removed and then again when the smaller one was pushed through. "
There all done,  and Master is sure that it will like the new one much  better".

I  could feel the difference, as the cold steel rested just above my upper 
lip;  compared to hanging in an obscene manner below my bottom  lip.

"Now  Master will encase its cock back into its cage", Master averted my 
attention  away from my new nose  ring.

Master  removed an even thicker ring from the box explaining quite simply, "
Its new ring  is still the same diameter but it is three-eights inches thick 
with a much  larger steel  ball."

He  held it up so that I might see it before He installed it into my 
cockhead. "It  will stretch its already tender flesh, and it may hurt some but just 
remember to  breathe".

There was no doubt left in my mind that the new ring was so much thicker and 
the  steel ball was almost the size of a golf ball; which meant that it was 
going to  be a lot heavier than the  original.

Without even using any lubricant, Master started pushing the new ring into my 
 piss slit, probing for the hole on the underside of my cock. Once He'd found 
the  hole, the skin and flesh began to feel as if it tearing; which sent my 
left hand  flying towards my cock in an effort to stop the  proceedings.

Master's right hand quickly pushed my hand away, and at the same time his 
left  hand came flying up to my face; striking me with a great deal of force. "A 
slave  is never to raise a hand against its Master!" shouted Master in such a 
way as to  alert me to his  anger.

"Master, it is sorry for offending you Master", I said as the tears 
continued to  drain from my  eyes.

Just  as quickly, Master returned to the job at hand and finally had my new 
Prince  Albert installed. There was no question about being able to discern the 
 difference between the two. "It will feel a lot different once the slave is 
able  to kneel or stand. The ring will want to pull the cock downward with the 
cock  cage, while the slave's brain tries to will the cock not to harden. The 
new ring  will heighten the sexual desires for the it and just about every 
minute of every  day, the slave will be thinking about how its cock is there to 
only bring  pleasure to the Master, when, where and how its Master so  chooses.
"

"Master, yes Master, thank You Master", I respectfully  responded.

Master made quick work of binding my balls back into their steel stretcher.  "
Stay boy", Master said as he rose up and scurried off. I could hear Master  
turning the lock in the door leading into the spare room and moments later,  
Master  returned.

There was some more activity in between my legs, but I was clueless as to 
what  was happening; at least for now. Master then proceeded to lock my cuff and 
ankle  restraints into place. "Now my it looks more like a slave", Master 
commented as  he stood up, allowing me to see what I'd describe as an almost 
angelic look on  His face.

Without saying another word, Master walked around me for a minute or two 
before  kneeling along my side. "My slave surely didn't think its Master would 
forget to  plug its ass", Master said as he picked up the butt plug and rammed 
it straight  in, in one constant  motion.

My  ass muscles trembled for several minutes, as they got re-acquainted with 
the  anal invader. "You know, they make even larger ones than this, and if you 
like,  we can get you one. All the slave has to do is ask it's Master in a 
polite way  and Master will have the new plug within the  day."
"Yes Master,  thank you Master" was all I said before Master came back with; 
"Dang, I wasn't  expecting you to ask for a bigger one so soon, but since 
you asked so nicely,  I'll arrange for someone to deliver a larger one  tonight."

My  face must have changed appearances, as Master stared blindly into my 
eyes. I  hoped that Master was only kidding when he said he was going to get me a 
new  anal plug.

"Well let's see if the new nose ring does the trick", Master said as he 
leaned  over and began to once again kiss me with passion and  thoughtfulness.

Then out of the blue, Master backed away and proclaimed this part of the  
afternoon was over and that it was time for me to get to my next project of  
cleaning the  house.

Master sprawled out on the sofa, his feet dangling over the end; while I went 
 about my chores, which first was to clean the living room. I did all the  
homemaker stuff, while Master made out like He wasn't watching. I think he  
enjoyed seeing the new ring dangling from my cock but more so; I felt as if he  
was enjoying the heavy steel ball that he'd attached to the steel nut stretcher  
while I was laying on my mat. It was the most painful thing Master had seen 
fit  to do with my balls. The ache went all the way up my gut but I knew better 
than  mention my  distress.

Funny as it may seem, it wasn't until I was cleaning the frame around the 
front  door, that I noticed a new lock on the door. Actually, it was an added 
lock,  which could be locked from the inside or outside… but only with a key. It 
sure  left out the possibilities of me skipping out of the house if Master wasn
't  around.

Just  as I was finishing up the first room, Master called out to me and I 
scampered  over and knelt next to the sofa. Master began rubbing my head, 
commending me on  my cleaning abilities; as He never was one for keeping things clean 
and neat  like I was. His hand was rubbing his cock, as he began telling me 
that soon it  would be time for me to learn to accustom my mouth for an actual 
throat fucking.  He explained that it was somewhat different than just being 
able to take a man's  cock down the throat; warning me to the possibilities of 
ending up with a very  sore throat and mouth from being 'raped' in such a  
fashion.

As  if planting a seed of fear and doubt as to whether I'd survive a throat 
fucking,  Master added that I would also have to learn to be his 'toilet paper'
 . At least  Master sounded as if He would be patient with me during that 
learning process;  but when He told me that starting today, I was going to have to 
lick the floor  of the shower clean after each enema session I was a bit 
bewildered, to say the  least. 

Finally, Master let the other 'shoe drop', and announced what I'd already  
assumed. Dad was coming to dinner. I guess Master was looking for some type of  
rebellious reaction from me, but I held my ground and simply looked at the 
floor  while he spoke; some of which seemed to cut into the core of my being, 
but I  knew it was for the best. Master only has my best intentions in his 
heart, so  there was no real need for me to get upset with  Him.

"Do you  remember the first summer dad sent me to live with Uncle Cal? I bet 
you didn't  know that Uncle Cal was gay?" Master spoke in a soft  tone.

I was  stunned by the news, as I'd not know Uncle Cal that well; but he never 
seemed to  emit any sign of being  gay.

"Well,  here's something else I bet you didn't know. The reason I went and 
stayed with  him was because I finally got up the courage to tell mom and dad I 
was gay. I  still had a lot of confusion in my life and they both thought 
that staying with  Uncle Cal would do me a world of good. When I got off the bus, 
Uncle Cal was  there with his 'boyfriend/lover' or so I thought. Turns out 
that Uncle Cal and  Tony had been together for over twelve years and Tony was 
not only Uncle Cal's  lover but he was also his slave. I learned a lot in the 
three months I lived  them those two men. Mom and dad were right and by the 
time I came home, I knew  who I was and what I  was."

I  raised my head and made contact with Master Ryan, knowing full well that a 
 trained slave never makes eye contact with a free person. Master reached his 
 free hand over to me and began stroking the top of my head as he continued  
speaking.

"Now I don't want you to get all in a tizzy like you are accustomed to; but 
I  have to tell you something even more  important."

My Master now held my undivided attention, as his hand went from my head to  
holding onto one of my nipple  rings.

"I  didn't want to tell you this way, or not at all, but things changed so 
fast that  I had to do something which I'm sure you're not going to like. But 
as a slave, I  shouldn't care one way or the other how you feel; but as your 
brother I still  have a tremendous amount of love for you, you know that don't  
you?"

"Master, yes Master", I replied with some  difficulty

"Well when nobody heard from you for over a week, they all got down right  
concerned and then the next thing I know, I get a call from you, or rather your  
cellphone and it was the men up at that lumber camp. I talked with the man 
and  quickly discovered that he and his pals were up to no good and in fact; he 
even  mentioned on more than one occasion that he had plans to sell you off to 
some  weird people who would have snuck you out of the country and then where'
d ya  be?"

I  sensed, in the worst way, that Master Ryan was about to drop the bomb as 
he  continued speaking to me in a tone of voice that exuded care and  concern.

"You don't know how fast I called Troy and Jeb, and the countless hours we 
spent  mulling over your situation. We all knew that we couldn't let them sell 
you  illegally to some sicko fucking bunch of perverts. Well when it was all 
said and  done, the one thing left remaining was to tell mom and dad what the 
heck was  going on.

Mom and dad drove out to Troy's place where we all had a nice cookout and 
even  Henry was civil towards them. We told them about your plight and then I 
showed  them a few photographs.  
Dad was shocked,  initially, but quickly settled down. Mom, on the other hand 
surprised us all by  saying that ever since you were thirteen or fourteen; 
she had suspected that you  'might' be gay. I guess it was because you never 
talked about girls and always  hung around with some pretty nerdy kids that gave 
her that  impression.

Well, to make this story shorter, let me just say that having you home is the 
 best medicine for mom and dad. They don't care whether you are gay or not,  
because they love you just the same. I did see dad a couple of times during 
the  week that you stayed with Master Troy and he wanted to see more of the 
pictures;  and not knowing how all of this was going to turn out, I showed him 
some pretty  graphic stuff. So at least that part of worry is over  with."

My  stomach was in knots, close to churning up breakfast; as I continued in 
earnest  to comprehend every word coming out of Master's  mouth.

"So  dad is coming to dinner, and mom wanted to come but dad convinced her 
not to; at  least this first time. Mom is having the whole family over to their 
house next  week for a big cookout and she's even invited some of our friends  
too.

I don't  think dad will give you any grief. He's been to visit Uncle Cal a 
couple of  times since he and mom heard the news, so he is expecting to see a 
different  you, if you know what I  mean."

Just  great, now Uncle Cal knows all about me. Will this ever end? How much 
of this  can I take without losing my  mind?

"When  dad called earlier, he was over at Mark's explaining everything to 
him and his  wife and kids. Mark told dad that he'll go have a talk with Adam 
during the  week, so that dad won't have  to."

That's  just fucking great. Now my other brothers know everything too. Let me 
get to the  window, and see how fast I can jump out and hit mother  earth.

"And  mom said that since she hadn't had the whole family together since 
Christmas  time; she's invited everyone to join us and our friends. I think it 
will be a  fun time for  all."

I  started to back away from Master as he completed his sentence; 
contemplating my  jumping theory even more; but Master Ryan had a firm grip on my upper 
arm,  preventing me from making any hasty mistakes. I knew deep down that Ryan 
was  only thinking of my best interest. I really couldn't fault him for what he
's  said and done; because he had at least kept me from the hands of the evil 
men  who took delight in cutting off a slave's balls and  worse.

"Enough talk for now", Master barked, releasing his hold on me as he started 
to  get off the sofa. "Time for you to clean the bathroom and don't forget 
what your  Master said about the tub. I've got to get to the store for a couple 
of things  for tonight's dinner and when I return I expect the bathroom to  
sparkle."

I  watched as Master retrieved his wallet and the keys from the bookcase and  
watched even harder as he unlocked the front door and closed it quietly 
behind  himself; locking me  inside.

I  don't want to go into how the bathroom cleaning went; but I will just say 
that  it was terrible and leave it at that for  now.

I even  had time to pass the 'Swiffer' over the kitchen floor and set the 
table by the  time Master  returned.

After setting the grocery bags down He went directly to the bathroom, with me 
 right behind him; my nose almost touching his  ass.

Master  seemed pleased that there was a sparkle to the bathroom and inquired 
of me how  my tub cleaning went. I had to be honest with Master, but He told 
me that with  daily practice I would overcome any and all objections my brain 
was sending out;  referring to licking up the dark specks in the  tub.

"Now  I've got to get dinner started or we'll end up calling for pizza or 
Chinese  food. Dad should be here any minute. You go and put on the shorts from 
last  night, and I'll leave it up to you if you want to leave the front and 
rear flaps  off. Dad's seen enough pictures of you that even if he saw you naked 
now, it  would phase it to  much."

Oh  goody, I get to put shorts on. The shorts that are too short and the ones 
that  have removable flaps; just what I always wanted to wear in front of my 
dad. Not  to mention, that they are so tight that all the steel in front will 
bulge out  like I'm walking around like a whore in  heat.

I  crawled, shamefully, into the bedroom and picked up the shorts. I could 
hear  Master banging pots and pans around in the kitchen, as I held the shorts 
up to  my face. I became intoxicated with visions stemming from last night. The 
scent  of the leather was acting like some kind of drug to my already 
overtaxed and  overburdened  brain.

I lay  on the floor, removing the ball weights and then proceeded to pull the 
shorts  up. It took every bit of energy I had to get them on. I didn't recall 
them being  this tight or revealing but I suppose that I wasn't paying close 
attention to  them last night. If I was smart, which I wasn't, I would have 
put them on first,  without the flaps in  place.

I sat  on the floor, waiting for Master to announce his desires, but the only 
thing I  heard coming out of His mouth was … Hey bill, dads here.

To Be  Continued…

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