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North Country  Chapter Thirty  Four



"If you two have no objections, I think I'll be heading home. I'm sure your  
mother is probably wondering where in the world I am", dad said; startling me 
to  no end. 

I  had no idea that he was behind me, and worst of all; watching me swallow  
Master's piss. But I knew that Master was aware of dad's presence, which 
oddly  enough didn't seem to upset me at  all.

Master  shook off the last one or two drops of urine onto my face, as he 
roughly tucked  his cock back behind the zipper. "Hang on dad, I'll walk you out"
, Master Ryan  said with a gleam in his  eyes.

"I  don't suppose you could make me a copy of the DVD. I'd like to send it 
down to  your Uncle Cal, so he can see it before next Saturday," dad asked of  
Master.

"Geez, dad; haven't you heard of downloading and uploading. I can wrap it 
and  send it to Uncle Cal. I do have his email address, ya know", responded  
Master.

"Well Ryan, you don't have so sound so uppity about it. You know that I'm 
not  computer savvy like you are. I'll call him now and tell him to look for it 
soon  on his computer. You know, that he'll enjoy seeing you and how well you'
ve  accepted your own life. And, I'm sure that he'll get a cheap thrill from 
seeing  his other nephew as well", dad responded  abruptly.

Moving to stand directly behind me, dad said; "Bill, you know I don't 
approve of  this sort of lifestyle, but as my son I understand. I'm so glad that 
Ryan is  with you during this 'trying' time and at least he'll keep you safe and 
out of  harms way. You know how to reach me, day or night, if you want to 
talk to me; so  I'll just leave it at that and just remember that both your pa
rents love you now  and forever." That said dad flipped open his cellphone and 
called Uncle Cal.  

I hadn't  seen my uncle in years, perhaps since I was sixteen, but regardless 
of that  fact; I was surprised that dad would have even thought about sending 
him a video  of me.

Master walked dad to the door, and all I could hear were muffled words; 
knowing  that perhaps dad was leaving Master with a dose of parental  advice.

Coming back into the bathroom, Master spoke in His authoritive voice, 
commanding  that I wash the few remaining things and get ready for  bed.

I was  not only tired, but a bit hungry; as neither dad nor Master had 
remembered to  feed me, but I made quick work of putting away the few glasses and 
tidying up  the living room before making my way back to  Master.

"Go  wash your face and brush your teeth before coming to bed", Master Ryan 
said in a  caring way; as he tapped his hand on the top of the bed next to 
him.  

I was  rather happy that Master was allowing me the privilege of sleeping in 
His bed  again. I quickly shucked my shorts, as my cock cage began to alert me 
that my  penis was beginning to harden.  I made quick work of my bathroom  
obligations before going to Master's  bed.

Master  quickly turned off the light, sending the room into darkness; all but 
for the  small night light by the bedroom  door.

"Well,  let's have our first free time talk, shall we", Master said as if he 
knew I had  much to ask. "But first, don't forget to chain your  ankle".

After obeying Master I again lay flat, looking up into the dark  room.

"Sir,  if I may be the first to mention something", I started out; not 
knowing if I was  to take the lead in these 'conversations. "I really need to know 
just how I  ended up here with you. There has got to be more to all of this 
than meets the  eye."

Master  jumped right on my first question. "Had it not been for your 
cellphone, and the  short conversations I had with that man, well you'd be long gone. 
Those kind of  transients don't give a fuck about human life… just money and 
lots of it. Hell,  I had to drive out to Master Troy's right after the first 
time that dude called  me. If it wasn't for Master Troy, Jeb and even Henry… 
your sorry butt would not  be here right now. They told me how to handle these 
things and I sure as fuck  couldn't call the local cops up there either. You 
just can't trust cops in small  towns, and if we called the FBI, the local cops 
would have lied their way out of  everything, probably just to protect 
themselves and their precious little  town."

'But  Sir, if they are as bad as you say, why did the guy show up here with 
his own  son?", I asked, trying to keep the conversation alive, and from the  
beginning.

"Do you remember, how he was with you, and do you remember how protective he 
was  of his son? The man even lied to his own son. Hell, right now the kid is i
n your  old cell, the man has long gone and not that you really need to know, 
but your  car is right back in its parking space down in the garage. Let's 
just say that  Master Troy and Master Jeb can be very persuasive when it comes 
to the more  delicate matters. There are some things that you need to know, 
such as the kid's  father was running from the law, and the kid was also a 
runaway. The kid's  mother had legal custody of the boy, but the father kidnapped 
him years ago. The  father was and is nothing more or nothing less than a child 
molester. The old  man, turned his boy into something short of a fucking 
animal and if he ever got  caught, he'd go to prison and never see the  sunrise."

"Okay Sir, but what about me? I'm thankful that you and the other masters 
got me  out of that place, but why is it that everyone has treated me like this?"
, I  asked with a great deal of  anticipation.

"Now that you've asked, I'm going to tell you", Master replied. "But first, 
we  need to travel back in time. To a time when we were both little snot 
nosed  teenagers."

I knew from listening to Master that he was getting set to really get into  
something; something that perhaps I didn't 'want' to hear, to  know.
"I may not be as  smart as you are when it comes to math and science and 
crap, but I'm no dummy  when it comes to everything  else."

"But  Sir, I never said you were not smart, but if in fact I did, please, oh 
please,  accept my humble apology", I said to Master as a thunderstorm of 
mixed emotions  and thoughts raced through my  head.

I felt  the mattress move, way before I saw Master move. Master quickly rose 
up and  straddled my prone body; his butt resting right over my cinch ring and 
cock  cage, placing an enormous amount of pressure on my gut. For a brief 
moment in  time, I thought that Master was upset with my remark. I began to feel 
Master's  body heat as it radiated down his 'coin slot' onto my pelvic  
region.

"The  one thing you must learn, is that when someone is sitting on you this 
way; you  are required to bend and widen your legs, so that your slave hole is 
accessible  to all", Master said in a rather polite, quite  voice.

"Now  then, remember all of those times in our bedroom or in our bathroom? I'
m sure  you don't. I think you have what they call 'selective memory'. What 
other two  brothers, that you know, always hugged each other and kissed each 
other, every  time one of them went back to college after a holiday break? 
Which of those  brothers, always managed to get the other one alone in the shower 
and get his  body scrubbed or his piss swallowed, or the occasional blow job? 
Which of those  brothers occasionally just felt the need to hug the other one 
and while hugging,  rubbed up against the other one's crotch? What brother, 
that you know, always  made a point of talking to his other brother; each and 
every time he called home  from college, not to forget, him mentioning those 
ever famous three words, "I  love you".?

I was astonished at how much my actions and attitudes toward Ryan had been  
embedded in his mind, not to mention his heart and soul. My brain was reeling  
from His words. I couldn't, even if I had too, come up with a ready response. 
I  recalled, now, almost every occasion which Master was referring to, and it  
didn't set well with me at this point in  time.

Master  leaned forward, His mouth close to my lips and said in a quiet tone, 
yet one  with a trace of domineering, "You knew then and you knew it all 
along, didn't  you, 'baby'?

I had to think for a moment what Master was referring to, but then I knew  
exactly what it was. "Yes Master, your 'boy' knew for a long time  Master."

"So  tell me then, here and now, what it is that you knew  'baby'."

"Master, Sir, oh please Master does your 'boy' have to say it out loud  
Master".

"Yes, tell your master now, 'baby', so that we can get all of this out in 
the  open once and for  all."

Nearly  in tears, I blurted it out; "Master, Your boy knew ever since Master 
was about  twelve years old, that Master liked being with other boys and men,  
Master."

Still, in a quiet sort of way Master responded to my reply. "That's right '
baby'  and do you know what else your master knew, even way back  then?"

I was  more nervous now, than I'd been in years, lots of years; "Yes Master, 
Your  'baby' knows  Master."

"Well then 'baby' don't keep your master waiting for the  answer."

"Yes, Master, Your 'baby' also knew that he, too, liked not only girls but 
boys  also,  Master."

"And that's why you had me perform all of those acts for you, on you and 
with  you?" Master asked in an even softer tone of voice. "That's why you had me 
work  for you like your slave, oh so many years  ago?"

"Master, yes, Master", was about all I could manage to get out, before 
something  came over me like a sheet of comfort and  resign.
"Nice of  'baby' to say those things, now perhaps, we can have a much better 
time when it  comes to your training. You're not even half way there, but I 
think you would  agree that there are some things, that over the past couple of 
weeks, at least,  that you rather enjoyed, did you  not?"

Without thinking, without even a clue as to why, my right hand slowly rose 
from  the bed and encompassed Master's limp penis.  

Master  moved one of his hands behind, to begin manipulating my butt plug. He 
not only  turned it in circles, but he also started to 'pry' it around 
inside of me. I  knew that it was hitting my prostate gland, just by the way my 
body, and my cock  were  responding.

The feeling inside of me, warmed me from head to toe. Not only was I becoming 
 sexual aroused… BUT it was being accomplished by my  Master.

My  brain continued, at high speed, to replay a good majority of those '
innocent'  encounters that I'd had with Ryan. I couldn't help but to feel weird, 
when I saw  (in my mind) the two of us in the bedroom, getting ready for bed; 
when I took  Ryan's little dick into my mouth. It was the first time that I'd 
ever done  something like that. I can still feel and see his cute little boy 
prick, all  hairless; and his tiny scrotum all exposed without the first strand 
of hair.  

Now, I can  even hear the word 'baby' being used. I used to always use that 
word when I  talked to Ryan, before he started sprouting his pubic  hair.

My  cock began to hurt, against the confines of the cock cage; while Master's 
cock  was now rock solid. My thumb gently passed over the tip of Master's 
cock and it  was covered in pre-ejaculatory  fluids.

"So  'baby' now that we've gotten that part out of the way, tomorrow night 
we can  talk about why I have you the way you are today. Of course we could 
stay up and  talk all night, but I have to be back at work in the morning and I 
don't want to  be late."

"Yes Master, thank you Master", was about all I could get to come out of my  
mouth before Master lifted himself up and placed his cock against my  lips.

I  sucked Master to another climax, taking longer this time; but well worth 
it from  Master's point of view; after which, Master and I engaged in one our 
longest  kisses yet.

It had hardly seemed like I'd fallen asleep; before I felt the bed move. 
Master  was scurrying across the room talking to himself. The two of us had 
overslept.  "No time for you to bath me this morning, slave", Master said in what 
sounded  like a humorous tone. "Unchain yourself and get breakfast started, but 
get me a  cup of coffee right  away."

Over  a hurried but filling breakfast, Master reminded me that I'd be chained 
up  during the day to one of the eyebolts he'd installed. "I have to allow 
the door  to remain with only one lock today and tomorrow. I'm expecting 
packages today  and tomorrow so you will have to answer the door and sign for them. 
The chain is  long enough for you to move about the house without much 
problem; so just make  sure that you keep on cleaning, so that we can have more time 
tonight for a few  more of your lessons. OH, I almost forgot… I met some of 
your nice neighbors and  they mentioned that they might be stopping by soon, to 
welcome you home. Just  remember to be nice to everyone who comes knocking and 
don't forget that you are  the slave and they are the free  persons."

Master made a quick trip to 'my room' and returned with the length of chain. 
He  locked it to the bolt nearest the hallway, before he snapped the lock 
shut  around my ankle  iron.

"The  only thing that I forgot… don't forget to eat something for breakfast 
and  lunch", Master quietly said to me, as he gave me a big hug and kiss 
before  exiting the  house.

It  felt weird, strange, and odd; being home alone. It was my place, but now 
it  seemed all too different. I walked over to the kitchen window, looked down 
and  saw Master driving off to work. I had at least nine hours to myself and 
I should  have been feeling elated, but that wasn't the  case.
I made myself  breakfast, from the remaining foods I'd prepared for Master. 
After putting the  plate of food on the table, and finding myself about to sit 
down on a chair; I  rose up and quickly admonished myself for such an  
infraction.

I looked around the kitchen and the living room; thinking that Master had  
installed cameras to keep track of my activities, but I saw none. I wondered why 
 on earth I'd even thought that sitting on a chair was improper but strangely 
 enough, I found myself scrapping the food into my bowl and eating from it, 
in  the proper  fashion.

After eating I cleaned my dog dish and refilled my water bowl. I took enough  
time to scout out my condo, for the first time since I'd been back home. The  
door to 'my room' was locked, so that put a damper on things for a moment.  

Looking in  my closet, or my 'former' closet; I noticed that a lot of my 
things were gone,  including all of my shoes. The only thing in the closet that 
was mine, were two  pair of shorts, my jockstrap and two tank  tops.

There  was nothing of mine in either of the two dressers. They were 
completely filled  with Master's clothing; until I noticed some of my boxer briefs 
tucked  underneath some of Master's things. I felt depressed, not seeing my 
things, but  I was sure that Master had not simply tossed them in the dumpster. 
Perhaps they  were now in the small closet in 'my  room'.

I  made the morning pass rather quickly, by cleaning up Master's bathroom and 
his  bedroom. I made sure that there wasn't one speck of dust anywhere to be 
found;  not even under the bed. Master's toilet was so clean you could eat off 
the  rim.

I  decided that the day might go better, if I listened to music. It was good 
to  hear some of my favorite cd's playing. Master hadn't said that I couldn't 
listen  to music, so I didn't feel as if I was doing something in  error.

Lunchtime rolled around and all I wanted, really, was a nice healthy 
sandwich. I  opened up the refrigerator, and was surprised to see that Master had it 
fairly  well stocked with a lot of good things to eat, tucked away in one of 
the bins on  the bottom.

Once again, I found myself, thinking as a 'free person'. Now I had to take 
the  sandwich and tear it into little bite sized pieces so that I could proper  
consume them from my dog dish.  

After  lunch, I began to feel… well… different. I somehow began to feel at 
ease with my  situation and hoped that we could talk some more tonight. I 
wanted and needed to  know, if I was going to be subjected to anymore public 
displays at the club. I  needed to know more about Master's Troy and Jeb and exactly 
what role Henry  played in their lives. The questions kept on coming, one 
after the other and  before long they all seemed to become a mass of jumbled up 
stew. I had to try  and forget my questions, for now; and needed to divert my 
mind to more important  things. 

Thinking that the house was properly cleaned, I decided to sit down and watch 
 one of the many videos I had amassed over the years. I picked one out and 
went  to put it into the machine and discovered that the other disk was still in 
it. I  went to eject it, but for some strange reason my finger didn't even 
come close  to the  button.

I  turned on the television set, and powered up the DVD player. I then 
proceeded to  sit on the floor, between the sofa and the coffee table; stretching my 
legs out  under the coffee table and leaned back against the sofa.  

Before I  knew it, I had the DVD playing. What is it about watching one's 
self on a  television screen that grabs you by the nuts and won't let go.
Why, or to be  more precise… HOW on earth could I even think of watching 
myself being  transformed into a slave? My poor cock began to rise to the 
occasion, and the  pain from being confined was almost  unbearable.

I got to the part where Master and I 'bonded' for the very first time. I was 
 amazed at my facial expressions and the moans and groans of seemingly 
endless  gratification I was experiencing from being  fisted.

Like  a shock wave from an earthquake, I was jolted from my self- induced 
trance; by a  loud knock at the front door. I couldn't think straight nor could I 
even fuck'n  move. The knock came again and  again.

I  quickly pushed the stop button on the remote and scampered like a squirrel 
to  the door. Looking thru the peep hole, I discovered the hunk dressed in 
his brown  uniform.

Unlocking the door, and only opening it an inch or two; I peered around from  
behind the door and saw that he had his two wheel hand cart laden down with  
packages.

"I  can either leave them out here in the hallway, or I can bring them inside 
for  you", the man (stud) said to me with a smile a mile wide.  

I almost  started to stutter, but then I remembered Master's words to me. "
Be nice to any  one that comes  calling."

"Oh no, that won't be necessary. You can bring them right in", I said with 
some  reservation to my  voice.

"Looks like somebody has got some more stuff from San Francisco. I'd say 
that by  the weight of these boxes it must be something big and useful", the man 
said as  I stepped further behind the door, and opened it up for him to gain 
access to  the front  room.

I  didn't even have to tell him where to set the boxes down as he'd 
remembered from  last Friday or whenever it was he was  here.

"Well  thanks for bringing them all the way up the elevator for Mast… I mean 
us."  

"Look, boy,  you don't have to play coy with me. I've already seen you naked 
once before and  I've already told the other fella that I wouldn't mind 
having a crack at you. I  don't care what you two guys are up to, but since this 
is my last stop for the  day, how about a nice wet and juicy  blowjob."

I  froze. I hadn't expected a total stranger to be so forward. Had he known 
Master  from someplace else? Perhaps it was from last week, that he figured out 
our  situation  here.

"Well,  aren't I, or not, going to benefit from bringing these boxes all the 
way up  here?", he asked in a tone that sounded like he was himself a rather 
domineering  person.

I  slowly closed the door, exposing myself to him and that's when he noticed 
the  chain on my ankle. I watched as he followed it back to the eyebolt on the 
far  side of the room; and then without as much as a word, I dropped to my 
hands and  knees and crawled over to  him.

I  didn't even have to unzip his brown shorts. He had made quick work of 
pulling  his penis out for me to service.  

It took him  less than a minute, and he was face fucking me; instead of me 
giving him a  blowjob. It hurt like hell, but I had to obey my Master and make 
sure that  anyone who stopped by was treated  politely.

He  found more delight in holding my head in place by my earrings; and now 
that he'd  begun twisting them, I could see why Master likes a slave with 
earrings. It hurt  like hell but what could I do?  

After only  three or four more minutes, the man dumped a sizable amount of 
his seed into my  mouth; and maintaining his grip on my right earring, he saw 
fit to slap my face  with his other hand, saying to me; "God damn queer boy. I 
don't like queers  much, but at least they're good for one or two things a 
real man  needs."

He  shoved me to the floor, with the sole of his big boot and left me laying 
there  like a rag doll, crying; all alone with no one to help me figure this 
all  out.

I was  still on the floor by the time Master came home. He was furious, at 
first, with  me for leaving the front door unlocked. He was even more upset when 
he  discovered that I'd had the television on; and apparently I had only hit 
the  pause button and not the stop button. On the screen was a still image of 
me  licking the grease and ass slime from my Master's hand and forearm. No 
wonder  the delivery guy was so horned up.  Straight?

Master began to berate me for being on the floor, UNTIL… I got up and he saw 
my  face. Apparently, the slap had left a welt on my cheek and a slight 
bruising  under my eye. As if that wasn't bad enough, I had to explain myself to 
Master.  He wanted to have an accounting of the whole event leading up to the man 
 striking out at me like a rabid  animal.

I  was consoled and comforted, briefly, by Master as he sat on the floor; 
wrapping  his big and beautiful arms around my  chest.

I  could feel Master's heart beating against my bare skin, as he began to 
rock me  back and forth; attempting to shelter me from the pain. His warm lips 
kissed my  ear, his soft voice soothing away the pain every  second.

Had  Master known what had happened, he probably wouldn't have been so polite 
to the  man dressed in brown as one exited the elevator and the other stepped 
into  it.

I had  much, so much to be thankful for….

To Be  Continued…



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