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North Country Chapter Thirty  Three


I was frozen in place, hearing that dad had arrived. I was now more fearful 
than  ever; knowing, first, that dad had always been a strict father and 
secondly, I  had no idea how he was going to react when he saw me. Was he going to 
lash out  verbally at my present situation or was he going to be understanding 
and try and  get things sorted out between all parties concerned? Regardless 
of my  expectations, I couldn't move; not even when Master called out a second 
time,  his voice seemingly threaded with  anger.

Moments later, my voyage into 'humiliation hell' began. Master came back 
into  the bedroom and closed the door; just as I started to curl up into a fetal  
position, now fearing retribution from both Master and dad. The next thing I  
know, Master is sitting on the floor next to me, speaking is soft tones, 
trying  to console my fears and  anxiety.

"Listen baby, I'm right here with ya", he started out, "You don't think dad 
is  going to be pissed at you just because you are what you are? Dad loves 
you just  as much as I do, bro. Now come on and let me help you up, so we can go 
spend  time talking with dad. You don't want him sitting out there all alone 
do  you?"

Slowly, I pushed myself off of the floor, with Master holding on to one of my 
 arms. I couldn't look Master in the face even if I had permission. I was 
about  to face one of my biggest challenges.  

I honestly tried to move forward, but it was as if my feet were glued to the  
floor. I turned my head in Master's direction, hoping that He would 
understand  the situation, and he  did.

"I know it's going to be tough to face dad, but if I did it, so can you. Don'
t  forget that you were mom and dad's favorite son and I'm pretty sure that 
dad  isn't going to chastise you in any way. I mean, let's face it… if dad 
was here  to beat the stuffing out of you, do you think that they would be 
planning such  an elaborate bbq next week? So come on now and let's see if we can'
t get you  moving a bit faster. Or would you rather your Master snaps the 
front off of  these cute shorts and leads you out by your cock  cage?"

With my head bowed, seeing nothing but the floor below; I began to move 
forward  and out of the bedroom. With each step, my heartbeat became more 
pronounced. The  closer I got to the living room, the more I began to feel as if I was 
being  smothered. The floor below, began to show signs of becoming brighter 
and I new  that it was only a few more steps before I would expose the new 'me' 
to my dad.  With His hand now off of my arm, Master gently raised my head by 
placing His  hand under my chin. In a soft, hushed voice Master said, "Now try 
to smile, it's  only  dad".

I had a small smile on my face by the time I got to the living room as Master 
 had fallen in behind me. I watched, ever so closely, the expressions on dad'
s  face as he stood up and began moving towards  me.

"My god, it's so good to see you. You had us all worried to death. Are you  
alright?" Dad said to me in, what seemed to be one continuous sentence; just  
before he wrapped his arms around me and nearly squeezed the life out of  me.

My brain was sending me mixed signals. Should I answer? Should I speak as if 
I  was a free person? Should I kneel down and assume my proper posture? Was 
Master  going to say something to dad on my behalf? Thank goodness that dad 
picked up on  my silence and 'broke the  ice'.

As dad slowly pushed away from me, leaving his hands on my shoulders, I 
watched  as he carefully scanned the body in front of him, from head to toe. "My  
goodness, son, you look so much different without that beautiful head of hair  
you used to always fuss about so  much."

Moving his left hand up to my right ear, dads gently grasp hold of the 
earring  and gave it a gentle tug, saying "I suppose that a lot of other boys like 
you,  these earrings are more symbolic than  anything."

With his right hand, he took hold of my nipple ring and began tugging on it,  
which instantly caused me to grimace and start to pull away. Dad didn't seem 
to  mind that I was uncomfortable with his manipulations of the nipple ring 
saying  to me, "and I suppose these two rings are also more of a decoration than 
 anything else. I wouldn't know unless you or someone else told me that there 
was  a purpose for stretching one's tits to look like a dog's  teat."

I was still in discomfort, from dad holding on to the nipple ring when his 
other  hand left my ear and moved to my nose ring. "Now don't tell me, let me 
guess  this one, son. You need this ring because you feel the need and desire 
to  associate yourself with a farm  animal."

Stunned by what I was hearing, I was about to start answering dad, but Master 
 Ryan beat me to  it.

"No dad, you don't totally understand Billy's situation. Somebody like him, 
has  the need to have his body ringed in such a manner as to afford whoever is 
in  charge of him to use the rings to benefit the situation. You see, if 
somebody  wanted, they could attach the earrings to something, and that would keep 
Billy's  head from moving around to much. As for the nipple rings, well you 
can see how  sensitive they have made Billy's nipples and that is exactly what 
they are for.  A person, say, could string up Billy's tits and cause him a 
great deal of pain,  if that were something which was called for at the time. You'
ve seen the  photograph of his nipples being stretched already and I can tell 
you with a high  degree of certainty that at first the pain was torturous for 
Billy, but shortly  after the pain left, Billy got an erection and we both 
know how much a man  enjoys his hardon; don't we dad."

I was happy, internally; Master  was explaining this instead of me. However, 
I wished that He would have  explained it in a different fashion, whereby dad 
wouldn't think this was my  desire. Maybe the rings are my hidden needs and/or 
wants, but not my desire,  just yet.

"And as for Billy's nose ring, well, you remember how big  it was before; 
but just today I put in a smaller one", Master said with a  cheerful tone in his 
voice. "A 'boys' nose ring has several functions. One to  signify that he is 
more submissive than he is dominant and number two, which is  quite nice, is 
that someone can attach a leash or rope to the ring and pull him  around; and 
sometimes men will use a nose ring to tie the 'boy' up to a wall or  
something if he's been a bad little 'boy'.

Dad let both of his  hands fall to his side, as he stepped back yet a littler 
further. He lifted up  my face, where the two of us were looking squarely 
into each others eyes. I  stood there, like a dumb fucking statue, while dad once 
again gazed at his  nearly naked son.

"Well, if this is what you want and need Bill,  I'm not going to stand in 
your way, nor is your mother. I'm sure that your  brothers will understand once 
they've had a chance to talk with you next  weekend."

Once again, the reminder of next weekend, the cookout,  the cookout with 
family and friends; at least I'd have almost six full days  before I had to be 
confronted by my overly religious brothers and their  families. I wonder if they 
are going to be bringing their kids with them. I  could probably handle the 
two, or is it three boys, but I sure as hell don't  want to be around my little 
niece.

"The food is ready, so what say  we eat", Master said in his cheery voice.

"Great, son, I'm  starved", replied dad.
I watched as they headed towards the table, but was  more in tune with what 
Master was saying to dad.

"I want you to  know dad, that Billy is responsible for setting the table. As 
you can see, I  didn't even have to tell him how many were sitting at the  
table."

"I don't understand Ryan. Kindly explain to me why there  are only two place 
settings", dad asked in a tone of voice that truly indicated  that he hadn't 
a clue.

I listened to Master explain, and dad seemed  to understand; especially after 
Master had made a point to show dad my two bowls  on the floor.

Master had me prepare the food for presentation,  while He and dad sipped on 
a glass of some of my finest wines that I'd purchased  some time ago. "Billy, 
sure knows his wine, and oh how I love his small  refrigerated wine rack", 
Master said, as if trying to inflate my self  worth.

At least the one thing that my brother had retained was all  of the cooking 
lessons mom gave to all of her boys. He had really outdone  himself. 

After I had served up the meal, I stood in silence in the  kitchen; observing 
their actions but more over I was keen on hearing the  exchange of words 
between them. 

Apparently, Uncle Cal had given  dad a 'crash course' in what this lifestyle 
was about and had even given him two  books written about the subject. What 
really surprised me was the fact that dad  had gone to the many websites that 
Uncle Cal had written down for  him.

The two continued to talk well past dessert and coffee, moving  back into the 
living room; talking like two lost souls. I began to feel that I  wasn't the '
favorite son' after all. It seemed as if ever since Ryan had 'come  out of 
the closet' to mom and dad; that he some how had replaced me.   Perhaps it was 
just me, and my confused state of mind, that sent my spirits  spiraling 
downwards; as I quickly, quietly washed the dishes, just so I wouldn't  be able to 
hear anymore conversation.

By the time I was done,  Master called for me to join them in the living 
room. As I approached, Master  handed me a DVD and instructed me to promptly 
display the images. I knew, that  the disk wasn't your run of the mill DVD. There 
weren't any of the normal things  one sees on a disk. It was bare, no words, no 
writings on it.

I saw  Master pick up the remote, and just before he pushed the 'play' 
button; dad  abruptly spoke. "So might I ask then, Ryan, why it is that Billy is 
wearing  shorts. When I visited Cal's place, his lover was naked. Not that I 
care one way  or the other, nor was I interested in seeing the guy's penis; but I'
m just  curious as to why Billy is wearing those tight shorts."

"Well dad,  Billy is wearing shorts out of respect for you and his undying 
love for you as  well. You are most correct about 'boys' wearing clothes while 
they are inside.  Normally boys are kept naked, not because they are told to 
be naked, but because  they want to be naked as it seems to make them feel more 
open and responsive to  a man's desires.  When we all get together at Troy's 
place, nobody wears a  swimsuit in the pool. It's just one of those things 
that seem to separate us  from the rest of the world. We don't have to hide our 
bodies from one another  and as for being submissive, like Billy; well… it 
just adds to the enjoyment of  all of us that boys like him are not ashamed to 
avail their bodies for others  enjoyment and pleasure."

"Billy always did have a nice body, and he  was one to never eat junk food, 
so I can see why he would rather be naked  whenever he can", dad responded in 
earnest.

"Well, let's start the  flick dad, and if at any point you want to stop, I'
ll just give you the remote  and you can shut it off in a heartbeat", Master 
said changing the subject and  sounding as if he couldn't wait to see the screen 
come  alive.

Master reached over and turned off the table lamp next to  the sofa, sending 
the living room into a shadowy room, much like at a theater. I  had just 
passed the sofa, on the way back to the kitchen, when dad spoke up.  "Billy, don't 
you want to watch this with us. After all, it is about you and  what you've 
been doing with yourself over the last month. Come, sit here with  us."

Yet another wave of terror rushed over me. Surely, I couldn't  sit next to 
dad and stay put while he apparently was going to watch a movie  showing god 
knows what with me being the star 'performer'.

Master  seemed to agree with dad, although his voice wasn't filled with any 
degree of  excitement. By the time I'd reached the sofa, both men had made room 
for me and  I slowly started to sit; but all of a sudden the cock cage came 
into play and  began to feel as if it was ripping my nuts off. I quickly 
resumed a standing  position only to hear my dad ask, "What was all that about?"

Master  started to answer, but dad in a fatherly way interrupted him by 
saying, "All  night long, you've answered your brother's questions, but I think it 
is about  time that he speaks for himself. Now tell me Bill why was it that 
you stood up  so quickly?"

"Well Sir, you see Sir…" I knew I was fumbling for  words to describe the 
situation without wanting to stress dad out to much.  "Sometimes a slave is made 
to have to wear what is called a 'cock cage', and I  have one on underneath 
my clothes. When I started to sit down, the cage began to  pull on my scrotum 
and that is what made me stand back up Sir."

"Oh  yes, I remember seeing something along those lines on one of the 
websites your  uncle gave me. I guess that means that you can no longer touch your 
own penis?",  dad asked in such a way that required me to respond.

"Yes Sir, you  are correct. The only time it comes off is when there is a 
need to shave the  stubble away Sir". I sure as heck didn't want him to hear 
that it also came off  when Master wanted to abuse my cock.

Master spoke up, during the  brief moment before dad started to speak. "
Billy, why don't you tell dad what  else is behind your shorts?"

Still looking at my father, I quickly  informed dad that I was also pierced 
through the head of my penis with a large  ring. 

"Well no wonder you are uncomfortable. I suppose that being  caged and 
pierced like that is something that you wanted to experience and being  your father; 
I guess that I can't ever say that you weren't afraid to follow  your 
desires."

I wanted to say something about the "need to  experience" part, but I was 
feeling to embarrassed and humiliated already and  didn't want to add fuel to 
the fire.

"Well, come on son; try and  sit down the best you can so we can all watch 
this together". 

"You  know dad", Master started in, "we can unsnap the front of his shorts 
and then  his co… penis will have a little more room to move around."

Nothing  was said, as Master and my dad began unsnapping the dozen or so 
snaps which kept  my cock and balls hidden from sight.

The second that the flap fell  to the floor, my cock dropped out like a chunk 
of steel and my balls were so  prominent that my father sat looking at them 
with his mouth wide  open.

"You didn't say anything about Bill's balls Ryan. Christ  sake, that has got 
to be the most uncomfortable thing I've ever seen. Why are  they all wrapped 
and locked up in steel bands?"

"Dad", Master  began, "keeping his penis like this is the best way for him 
to learn sexual  control. He doesn't want to be thinking of sex all the time, 
not to mention  masturbating every chance he gets. As for his ball bands, well… 
you see dad,  they are placed in the bands to act as sort of a friendly 
reminder to him that  even his testicles have a purpose and that purpose is to 
display himself in a  proper and respectable manner."

"Turn the light back on! I want to  see this contraption better", dad said 
with a thunderous tone; as he pushed  himself up off of the sofa.

I was startled the very second that dad  slipped two fingers in my Prince 
Albert and lifted it up, exposing my balls even  more. 

"Billy, I don't know where all this is leading, but I guess  you and your 
brother know what you are doing. This has got to be the weirdest  thing I've 
ever seen. I don't suppose you have anything you want to add to what  Ryan has 
just said, do you."

I took a deep breath, and made a  passing glance over to Master; noting the 
look on his face, I informed dad that  I had nothing I could add that would 
appease his hunger for knowledge.  

"I don't feel a bit ashamed that I have this ring in my finger",  dad 
commenced. "If this is how you want to keep your penis and testicles then I  won't 
argue my point, you're both old enough to make your own decisions in  life."

I watched as dad slowly brought my cock up even higher, and  then he took his 
other hand and rubbed it over the smooth, taut, skin of my  balls. I began to 
feel the beginnings of an erect and only hoped that dad would  release my 
cock and balls from his grasp.

"So if you wanted to,  Ryan, you could actually take this ring and pull it up 
lke this and tie the  other end off to say Billy's collar?" dad asked rather 
 boldly.

Master didn't say a word, as he, along with myself had been  awe struck by 
dad even saying something like that to either one of  us.

"Well let's all sit down and watch what Ryan and his friends  have put 
together for this occasion", dad said as he began returning to the  sofa. "I don't 
suppose that either of you two are going to want some sort of  sexual relief 
during the show, or am I wrong about that  too."

"DAD!" Master blatted out, as dad finally sat on the sofa,  still holding 
onto my Prince Albert. "What makes you even think of something  like that?"

"Listen son, I'm no dummy", dad replied, "I saw ample  amounts of sexual 
stuff going on when I was down with your uncle. Either he was  always wanting 
his boy to perform sex acts for him, or the damn slave boy came  around begging 
for intercourse, but he used the 'F' word all the  time."

"So you've seen it first hand dad. I don't' suppose you got  up and ran out 
of the house did you. Well Uncle Cal was right in requesting his  boy to 
pleasure him. It's not often that a man such as Uncle Cal can have the  time to 
enjoy his loverboy. You've already seen some photos of Bill engaged in a  number 
of sexual situations, and even if I wanted to get some relief, I'm not  sure 
that I would do such a thing while you're here."

I was  momentarily feeling as if a huge burden had been lifted off of my 
shoulders. I  could only hope that the conversation would turn to something other 
than  sex.

"Listen dad", Master said, breaking the short silence; "You  have got to 
understand that this is so hard for Billy to have to listen to.  Somebody like 
Billy, while he tries hard to learn his role, doesn't need to feel  as if he's 
caught in the middle between your feelings and mine. If it was up to  me, 
Billy sure as heck wouldn't be sitting on the sofa in the first place. Just  ask 
him, I'm sure he'll tell you the truth."

"Billy, I apologize  for my stupidity. I'm only trying to understand you and 
your new life, so that I  can better explain it to your mother.  It takes all 
kinds to make this  world go around and I'll support whatever it is that 
brings you happiness. If  asking all these questions is making you feel 
uncomfortable, well then I am  truly sorry. I had no idea just how much you want, need 
and desire all of this.  So, I tell ya what. You just do whatever it is that 
you are supposed to do and  I'll just watch the video and then we all can talk 
after the show. If you don't'  want or if you don't belong on the sofa, then 
you feel free to do whatever it is  that makes you more comfortable. I'm sorry 
for 'assuming' to  much".

The first thing I felt was the relief of dad taking his  fingers out of my 
Prince Albert and pick up the remote. Nothing more was said as  Master once 
again turned off the light.

I knew that I didn't want  to be sitting next to my dad, while he watched me 
being trained and lord knows  what else. I stole a glance at Master, as he too 
was settling in to watch the  flick, as the first grains of light started to 
appear on the television.  I  knew what I wanted, and I knew what was expected 
of me.

Slowly, I  eased off of the sofa; and wedged myself between the coffee table 
and Master's  legs. Master spread his legs and I moved up and knelt between  
them.  

Behind me, I could here the screams and pleadings of a tortured  soul; 
knowing full well that it was me.

Before I could even bend  forward to Master's zipper, he had already begun to 
pull it down. I glanced over  to dad, who now seemed to be transfixed to the 
images on the  screen.

Once Master had extracted his cock, I leaned in and began  to gently massage 
the shaft with my lips and tongue.  

Master  was at least, for his part, exceptionally quiet; while I worked to 
get the  majority of the shaft into my mouth and throat. He even took one of his 
hands  and began stroking the nape of my neck; which seemed to make me forget 
all about  the person sitting on the other end of the sofa.

It wasn't long  before I tasted a sampling of Master's seed, as his 
excitement level increased,  his pre-cum began to arrive in rather large drops.

No matter how  much I tried to block out the video, I could still hear the 
yells and screams,  along with the conversations of all the free men. Something 
struck me as odd, as  the video continued; not knowing that some of this 'new'
 video was from last  night at 'Lashes'.

Master hadn't even thrust His hips the entire  time I suckled his cock. One 
would assume that he didn't' want to distract dad.  After swallowing Master's 
seed, I kept my mouth sealed around his cock, thinking  that he'd probably 
want to empty his bladder after such a large amount of semen  had purged itself 
from within.

Nothing was happening at the moment,  as the video kept playing and all of a 
sudden, I felt another hand on my head.  

The television went blank, and then I discovered that the other  hand 
belonged to my dad. There was no more sound coming from the set, and the  light was 
still off; not to mention I had decided to close my  eyes.

In a soft tone, dad began speaking. "Listen boys, what you  two do is up to 
you, and from what I saw at Uncle Cal's and what I've seen here  tonight, I 
know that you two are happy together. As a father, I'd rather have  you here 
with Billy, than to have him roaming the bars at night looking for men  to have 
sex with and more. I can assure you that I won't mention any of this to  your 
mother, as I'm not sure at all on how she would react. She's just happy  that 
you two boys are living together and helping each other out, so for now  let's 
leave it that way,"

Master said nothing, as He eased my mouth  away from his cock. I, on the 
other hand was humiliated from just having sucked  Master's cock in front of my 
father. However, things weren't going to get any  easier for me.

Master started to push himself off of the sofa, and  I quickly slid away so 
as not to obstruct his path. "If you'll excuse me dad,  I've got to use the 
bathroom", Master said as he reached over and turned the  table lamp back on.

I saw that my father had a pleasant smile on  his face, as he watched Master 
walk towards the bathroom; but just like that,  Master stopped and turned 
around and said, "You coming or what?"

I  dropped down and quickly crawled towards Master making up the distance in 
no  time. What I didn't know, was that dad had gotten up as well.

In  the bathroom, Master stood facing the door, as I got up on my knees; 
knowing  that I'd soon be tasting Master's golden nectar. 

I got His zipper  down and his flaccid penis in my mouth just in the nick of 
time. Master didn't  even bother to throttle the flow, and He just allowed it 
to hit the back of my  mouth full force. I managed to swallow it completely, 
without spilling a single  drop.

I was about to tug His zipper up, but He beat me to it.  Master lifted up my 
head and as our eyes made contact with one another, I saw  his eyes were full 
of love and understanding.

I never noticed the  man standing in the doorway; his pants tented, bulging 
with unabashed  excitement, wearing a smile equal to that of my Master, my  
brother.

To Be  Continued…


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