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North Country  Chapter Thirty  Five


No sooner had Master withdrawn His arms from around me, I could see the  
expression on his face change from consoling to one of sheer  determination.

"I'll handle the delivery man at a time that is convenient. But for right 
now, I  feel that you and I both know that you need to be disciplined for your  
transgressions", all said with a sense of sincere care and  understanding.

"Master, yes Master. Your slave is sorry for being disrespectful,  Master."

"Stay right there until I come for you!" Master said with a degree of  
authority.

Master walked down the hall and unlocked 'the room'. I could hear nothing 
but  noise coming from the room; and about an hour later Master  re-appeared.

"I wasn't planning, nor was I expecting to use your 'room' tonight; but you'
ve  left me no choice in the matter", still said with a firm tone to his 
voice, yet  with a twinge of  sadness.

"You were not given permission to use the television, nor to utilize the DVD  
player; so consequently, you shall spend an hour in the chair", Master said,  
still keeping his tone of authority. Master removed the chain from my ankle,  
leaving the other end attached to the  eyebolt.

Master simply turned and proceeded back to my 'room', and I obediently 
followed  in proper  form.

There were still the two boxes from today's delivery and two or three others  
that hadn't been opened yet; but those that had, had been emptied and their  
contents  assembled.

I already knew of the leather sling in the corner, but to see a nearly 
identical  chair in the center of the room sent shivers down my spine. One thing 
that I  wasn't to sure of was what appeared to be a leather net of some sort.  

It was hanging from the ceiling, via a rather substantial looking pulley 
system.  And, yet to be fully assembled, was the makings of a padded 'fuck  bench'
 .

"I see by the expression on your face, that you approve of your new room",  
Master said with a  smile.

I remained silent, as it wasn't put to me in the form of a question. "Okay 
then,  you should know the routine by now 'baby', " Master said in his own 
whimsical  way.

I crawled over to the 'chair' and took the proper position, as Master 
buckled my  legs and cuffs to the legs of the 'chair'. After completing the task of 
binding  my arms and chest to the chair, Master politely said, "I've 
selected a dildo  that should keep you entertained while I prepare  supper."

Pulling the largest fake cock, I'd ever seen, from one of the boxes, I nearly 
 fainted. Master went behind and beneath the 'chair' and I knew that there 
was no  sense in  protesting.

As soon as Master came back around to my front, holding the controller, I 
knew  that He meant business.  "Now, the only question remaining is … does 'baby'
  need a mouth gag, or is he going to behave and not disturb me whilst I  
cook."

Casting my eyes towards the floor, I answered Him honestly. "Master, Your '
baby'  will be on its best behavior  Master."

I heard the metallic click of the toggle switch and knew that I was about to 
be  ravaged by my new 'chair'.  

More astonishing was the fact that Master lifted up my right hand and placed 
the  controller beneath the palm. "If for any reason, 'baby' feels it has 
reached its  limit, then it has my permission to turn off the machine. HOWEVER, 
should it  turn the machine off, there will be consequences for its actions. 
Such  consequences, your master will not discuss with  it."

I hadn't even detected that the dildo was already probing the gapping 
entrance  at my ass.  Hell, I didn't even remember when Master had removed my butt  
plug; but it must have been while we were in the living room. I found it 
strange  that I could listen so intensely, that I was oblivious to what was going on 
 around me. I wondered… did Master have such an influence over me, or was it 
just  me… allowing myself to submit to the love and understanding of my  
Master.

Master hadn't been gone for five minutes and my sphincter muscles were 
pulsating  and in pain. I was sure that the dildo hadn't gone that far into me, but 
why was  my ass hurting so much. I tried to block the pain, thinking about 
anything and  everything that brought me pleasure, instead of the pain. My ass 
began to burn  from the stretching and the constant rotation of the dildo.  

I actually started to convulse, spasm if you wish, and the one time that my 
head  was turned to the side; my eyes caught sight of something which put fear 
into my  soul.

Now, did not Master show me the dildo he was going to teach me with? If so, 
then  why was it laying off to the side, on the floor? Apparently, I must have 
been  mistaken, as the dildo working into my body seemed to begin to actually 
heat up.  The heat sensation had to be in my mind, not in the dildo.  

The dildo continued to heat up, as it pumped back and forth into and out of 
my  ass. My asshole was now opened up way more than ever before.  My mind was  
so consumed with my feelings and emotions that I had actually blocked out the  
sound of the hum and whir of the motor beneath the  seat.

Sweat was simply pouring off of my body, like a swollen river. My cock, on 
the  other hand, was reacting on its own volition.  The flesh of my dick was  
pressed right up against the steel rings of its cock cage and the head of my  
dick was straining to push thru the steel guard ring at the tip of the cage.  

My cock was actually pumping itself up and down; to the rhythm of the anal  
fucking I was enduring. My breathing became labored, as my cock became more  
intone with the pain the cage was inflicting upon it. My Prince Albert was  
bouncing so much that the hole on the underside of my cock, seemed to be pulling  
away from  it.

There was a glistening of my pre-ejaculate fluid just beginning to flow down 
the  top side of the Prince Albert. I knew that my own orgasm wasn't too far  
behind.

I tried to will my cum to stay in my nuts, to no avail. I knew from 
experience  that the machine wasn't going to shut down, just because I dumped my  seed.

My chest pounding against the leather restraints, my one hand now a tight 
fist  and my eyes were closed; as I clenched my teeth, in an effort to avoid 
making to  much of a ruckus.  

I couldn't even buck my torso, as the strongest and longest orgasm of my 
life,  erupted before my very self. There was so much built up pressure that I 
thought  the inside of my penis was going to explode, as string after string of 
my semen  flew across the  room.
I  nearly shut the machine off, as the dildo pounded further and further up 
my ass;  but I knew that I should be able to handle more of Master's  
discipline.

I hadn't realized that this 'chair' wasn't exactly like Master Troy's  '
chair'.  I suppose the biggest difference was that now the dildo seemed to  have 
increased its speed, as it mercilessly plunged into my ass, spinning in  
circles and flexing as it went in and out, back and  forth.

At the moment, all I could think about was the control box under my hand. I  
looked down at my hand, spreading my fingers ever so carefully and I noticed  
that there was some sort of number displayed in red  lights.

The illuminated number was six (6), and all I could imagine at that precise  
moment was the number ten(10), as I began to feel the dildo in my gut, so far 
up  that it seemed to be poking me, right beneath my belly  button.

Moments later, Master came in and removed the controller from beneath my 
hand.  "Well, it looks like you didn't make it as far as I'd hoped you would  
have."

Not only was I puzzled by His words, I was dumbfounded as  well.

"The whole idea", Master said in such a tone of voice that distracted my  
feelings away from the pounding up my ass, "A good 'boy' would wait until the  
machine showed number ten, BEFORE the 'boy' unleashed his slave seed. We'll 
just  have to work a lot harder from now  on."

I knew Master was serious about his proclamation. But, right at that precise  
moment, I was responding to yet another wave of enormous eroticism that I didn
't  respond to his  comment.

"Looks like 'baby' wants to stay on the chair for awhile longer, yes?", 
asked  Master  Ryan.

"No Master, thank You Master", I replied as my Prince Albert continued to 
bounce  up and down; demonstrating to Master its own will and  desires.

Master turned the machine off, and began to remove all of my bindings. He 
left  the dildo up inside of me for the last thing to be  removed.

"Now 'baby' you need to clean up the mess you made on the floor", Master 
said  with a comical tone of voice.  

"Yes Master, sorry Master", came my  reply.

I eased myself off of the chair, and in doing so, I felt the dildo slide out 
of  my rectum.  I made a quick glance back to see what Master had pushed up my 
 ass, and was astonished by its sheer length and girth.  

"After 'baby' cleans up the floor, he'll have to clean up his buddy here",  
Master said pointing to the slime covered  dildo.

"Master, yes Master", I replied, once  again.

"It is always best to clean everything up before we start a new training  
session, don't you think so  'baby'?"

"Master, yes  Master".

I licked my way down the entire floor, finding not only strings of sperm but  
small dollops as well; before crawling back to the chair. Once again, I found 
 myself not repulsed by having to lick the slime from the latex dildo, but  
rather; I envisioned the dildo, as to be my Master's cock. I labored and  
lavished over the entire exposed length of the dildo before Master was satisfied  
with the fruits of my  labor.

"You see, 'baby', the mess that was on the dildo. That tells me one thing, 
and  I'm not pleased. The one rule you broke… a 'boy' always has a clean hole 
for its  master. Do you think your hole is clean enough for your master's  
cock?"

I seemed to stumble for words, until I realized the correct answer was  'no'.

"I guess 'baby' will be due for another discipline session later tonight 
since  its hole wasn't properly prepared before its master came home; but for now 
let's  go  eat."

What I really wanted to do was to get to the bathroom and wipe my ass and 
wash  the dried sperm off of my Prince Albert; but Master's word always takes  
precedence of His 'baby's'   wants.

By the time we'd gotten into the kitchen area, the scent of well prepared 
food  filled my nostrils. I simply knelt by where I knew my bowls would be placed 
and  awaited my  meal.

I watched, as Master passed in front of me, with his plate of food and 
beverage.  I knelt there and watched him ingest his food with the fervor of a Greek 
god.  

Master got up from His table and placed the dirty dishes in the sink. I  
continued watching, expecting Him to present the same food to me in my slave  
bowl. As Master picked up my bowl, I began to salivate with  anticipation.

I was aghast at my dinner. "A good 'boy' always eats everything its master  
allows it to consume", Master said in a rather brotherly fashion. I turned  
around and bent down, over my meal; but couldn't bring myself to  eat.

"Yes, Master,… but", I began to say but quickly halted another syllable from 
 escaping passed my  lips.

"Now you know you like veggies, and you can see that I've given you plenty 
of  them.  The meat in your dog dish is something your mother always tried to  
get you to eat, but you never did... until  now."

I instantly knew what the mystery meat was…  SPAM…

The meat was all mashed together with the vegetables making it look more like 
 canned dog food more than anything else. Slowly, very slowly, I lowered my 
head  into my dog dish, quickly sampling the food. I knew that any hesitation 
on my  part would more than likely infuriate Master, so I struggled to get the 
first  few chomps of food down my  gullet.

Master was kind enough to at least speak with me, while I ate. He talked 
mostly  about his work day and not much about anything else; so I'm assuming he 
sort of  wants me to understand his life, outside of the  house.

Oddly enough, Master finally made his way to the floor, stroking my head and  
back as I ate. It felt nice; in fact it felt wonderful to have him paying me 
so  much attention in my moment of need.  I think he knew that I was having  
trouble coping with my meal, and his only intentions were to help me get 
through  it.

Soon enough, I could feel Master moving around to place himself in front of 
my  kneeling body. What happened next should not have surprised me in the 
least, but  for a moment or two, it  did.

I guess, by estimation, I had about three of four more mouthfuls to consume; 
and  it was then that I saw the head of Master's cock, as if it was glaring 
into my  dish. The sudden release of Master's piss, into my bowl, flooding the 
remains of  my evening meal, made for an interesting few seconds. Flecks of 
food began to  float in Master's golden nectar. The sweet, yet acrid, aroma of 
Master's urine  filtered up my  nose.

"That should help 'baby' get the rest of his dinner eaten", Master said; 
still  maintaining a tone of voice that for all reasons, sounded 'brotherly' to 
 me.

Master retreated to one of the chairs surrounding the table and simply sat 
there  until my dog dish was empty. Master gave His quiet praise and commended 
me on  how well I took to my first, of many, such feedings. I was then busy 
washing the  dishes and cleaning up the kitchen, while Master continued sitting 
there in  silence. I couldn't help but wonder what Master was thinking at the 
time. All I  knew was that with each passing minute, I was becoming more and 
more in tune  with Master's wants, His desires and His  needs.

Master even watched, as I hosed out my guts and showered. Before leaving the  
bathroom, Master made sure that there was a stick of grease up my hole and 
that  my butt plug was in  place.

Unceremoniously, Master led the way back to the 'room' and I soon found 
myself  sprawled over the 'fuck bench', bound with more leather and rope than I 
care to  mention.

"My 'baby' now understands about cleanliness and how it affects its master'
s  moods. So I don't want to prolong this discipline any longer than I've 
already  have", Master said almost as if he was  disappointed.

My head was held firm with a wide strip of leather, but I could see that 
Master  was in the closet; and then, too, I could see what looked like the 
dangling ends  of what I'd consider a ferocious  whip.

"This may not be pleasant for you 'baby' , but I can assure you that once you
've  tasted such discipline; that you'll never again desire to bring shame 
upon  yourself for not pleasing your master"; again with a sullen tone in His  
voice.

Master brought the strands of the whip, up and over my face; allowing me to  
smell the newness of the leather and to get a sense of the power that the whip 
 had. Then He laid the whip down on my back, and just that small act on my  
Master's part, seemed to bring a small amount of mental tranquility to my life. 
 The softness of the leather, against the bare skin; the coolness of the 
leather  against the warmth of Master's slave told me that Master knew exactly… 
the  how's, the when's and the what's of His desire to bring love back into 
His life.  Is it possible that what Master said before was really true? Are my 
feelings so  repressed that it takes all of this, and more, to allow them to 
surface. I  wasn't sure of anything at the moment, except that I knew Master was 
not going  to let harm come to me; in a manner which He himself didn't 
approve  of.

"Now, I could give you a gag for your mouth, but I think, or is that, I feel; 
 that 'baby' needs more experience with massaging a cock with its throat  
muscles", Master continued in the same tone of  voice.

"I'm going to get this dildo all the way down 'babys' throat before we 
start the  discipline session. The sooner you learn to massage a real man's cock, 
the  sooner you will become a 'boy' with less and less pain and  discomfort."

Master held before my eyes, a dildo that almost looked real… not just in 
color  but in size… HIS  size.

I opened my mouth, and closed my eyes. I knew about controlling my breathing, 
 but this time I imagined that it was Master's own cock working its way into 
my  throat. I wanted, and desired to please Master this  night.

It took several additional minutes and countless tries, but I finally managed 
to  get the entire shaft of the dildo behind my lips. Master was even kind 
enough to  take some duct tape and wrap it around my mouth and head so that I 
couldn't  accidentally repel the  dildo.

The room was as quiet as a church for about a minute, and then I heard soft,  
relaxing music coming from the speakers in the living room. I could even 
detect  Master's footsteps coming back down the hallway, which; I'm told is a 
good thing  to  learn.

Master had just stepped back into the room, when His cellphone sounded. I 
know  it is impolite to eavesdrop; but in this case, in this situation, there wasn
't  much I could  do.

"Hey"
"No…  everything is going  great"
"Well I was just about to administer a level one disciplinary  treatment."
"No… he can't go anywhere at the moment, if ya know what I  mean."
"Oh  great… I'm glad Henry was able to email it to  you."
"I  suppose you've already watched  it?"
"No,  heck no; dad seemed cool with the whole thing, but a little  timid."
"Yeah, I know. Hey listen… I'm not saying anything to him about it. That's 
up to  you."
"No  I haven't told him about you yet, but I suppose that I should, before  
Saturday."
"They said they'd take him back on Wednesday, so if you want him, I guess 
you  could pick him up, after the cookout. I'm sure that he'll be kept caged 
while  everyone is at mom and dads. Jeb wouldn't take him there anyway… at 
least not in  his current  condition."
"I suppose you're going to introduce him to your stud  horse?"
"Fuck yes… he'd love it… I heard that he can't get enough of Troy's  dogs."
"You're doing what?... Are you crazy? That kid just turned eighteen and I don
't  think he's anywhere near ready for the kind of slave training you'll 
give  him."
"So,  hey… I gotta get going here, but let me know if and when you tell  dad.
"
"Love you, Uncle Cal. See ya  Saturday."

The room fell silent, all but for a brief moment in time. Then the next thing 
I  feel is the whip being lifted gently from my  back.

"The whip", Master began, "The whip is an extension of your master. You will 
 respect the whip and all that it has to offer you.  In the future, you will  
kiss the whip and thank it before it administers discipline and love. In the  
future, you will count aloud, each and every stroke of the whip; and thank 
the  whip for each stroke. By thanking the whip, you'll be thanking your  master.
"

I actually understood each and every word Master was saying to me. It was 
easy  to follow Master's words; words which should, in time, become engrained 
into my  heart and  soul.

"You will find pleasure in the whip's discipline. The whip loves you, as you 
 should love it. In time the 'boy' will beg to be disciplined by his whip. 
The  whip will always remember your smell, your feel and your endless love for 
it.  Now, we must get started; as your whip awaits the first moment of bonding 
and  its first intimate contact with its slave boy. The whip awaits its 
release of  power of its slave and desires to mate with its  slave."

I was still thinking that the whip had a brain, briefly; but I knew what 
Master  meant by his kind and caring  words.

"Now then, only two strikes tonight; as it is the 'boys' first intimate 
contact  with his whip. That will be two strikes each, to each arm, the back, each 
butt  cheek, each inner thigh, each lower leg, and two final strikes to the 
slave' s  nice tight ball sac. The whip is sad that his slave's ass is 
plugged, but the  whip will have many more opportunities to kiss its slave's  hole."

I could hear Master shuffling his feet, behind me; and then I heard the first 
of  many whooshes of air, as the initial strike hit my left arm, just below 
my  shoulder. I nearly came out of my skin, the instant the whip made contact 
with  my skin.  The pain was bearable, so I could only assume that Master hadn'
t  laid into me with the full force of his well defined  body.

The second strike caught me off guard, as it landed on my right arm; now both 
 arms were competing for attention. Again to the left and back to the right; 
and  the first phase of my discipline training was over.  

I think after the third strike from the whip, was when my eyes watered up and 
 began flowing. I really had to concentrate on breathing, and discovered that 
I  was in so much distress that my throat was actually milking the dildo  
within.

The two strikes to my back were so different than those on my arms. It was as 
if  the whip had torn away my flesh, as I now openly began to beg and plead 
from  behind the confines of the image that was shoved in my mouth and down my  
throat.

There seemed to be a short break, before the next round of strikes began. I 
was  able to squelch my guttural sounds, and slow down my breathing. I, once 
again,  heard Master shuffling his feet behind  me.

The pain of the whip, striking the bare flesh on my ass was a 'near death  
experience'. Master must have amplified his strength ten fold, as one after  
another blow came crashing down on my  ass.

Without stopping, Master lashed my inner thighs; and if I thought the 
treatment  my ass got was tough… this was living hell. The pain increased to levels 
not  felt before. My body began to convulse and sweat started raining down onto 
the  floor  below.

My claves suffered equally. I even tried to flex my leg muscles to help 
reduce  the amount of pain and suffering they had to endure.  

Another break and all I could think about was that these last two strikes 
were  heading straight for my nuts. But, did Master mean two strikes on each nut 
or  was that just a total of  two?

I could feel Master Ryan trace his fingers around the outer edges of the 
marks  on my back, which seemed to ease the discomfort in the rest of my body.   
The soft, gently motion of his finger seemed to heighten my sense of wanting 
and  needing to belong to Master that much more. I was finally coming to grips 
with  my life, as difficult and as painful as it is, but I knew, I just knew 
that my  own brother wouldn't be doing all of this just to please himself. He 
had to  know, something I still hadn't come to terms with and I had to allow 
myself to  fall completely into his control and compassion.  

"Now the whip desires to mate with the slaves balls, until such time that it 
can  caress the lips surrounding the slaves ass", came the final words from 
Master as  his finger lifted away from my tortured  flesh.

The instant my right ball felt the strands of the whip strike flesh, my 
stomach  responded and I had to not only fight off the pain, but the immense desire 
to  vomit. I felt my last meal violently making its way up my esophagus. I 
felt  certain that I was going to drown, in my own puke.  Control my breathing,  
maintain a decent level of flexing my throat muscles against the near image 
of  Master's cock in my throat not to mention warding off the need to barf my 
guts  out was almost to much to bare.  

I hardly noticed the second strike on the remaining testicle, but I did feel  
something. My mind was racing against all odds that the pain wasn't real. 
Ryan,  Master Ryan couldn't have done this just to make me suffer. Why then was I 
even  thinking such? Master loves me, and I think I'm beginning to have those 
same  feelings.

Before I could venture anymore trivial thoughts, I felt my butt plug being  
extracted. Something narrow and hard was passing over and around the tender,  
puffy exterior of my asshole. Slowly, an image appeared in my mind that the 
whip  was toying with the entrance to my body. Then, without the first hint of 
what  was to happen, the handle of the whip was gently inserted into my anal 
cavity.  It didn't go in far, maybe an inch or two; but I couldn't believe that 
my body  was reacting to the invasion. My ass seemed to be moving in such a 
way that I  sensed it was sucking the handle of the whip into my  body.

The next sensation that came over me was the enormous amount of sexuality 
that  Master presented as he moved quickly to my head and unwrapped it so that He 
 might remove the dildo. There was a scent, a raw, wild and unabashed scent 
to  Master's body that began to filter through every one of my senses.   
Although my balls were on fire, there was a burning desire in my loins; that  
transcended up my back and registering in my  brain.
As  I sucked in copious amounts of air, those same feelings continued to 
over-ride  the pain. Master's scent, combined with the feelings between my legs; 
began to  transform the pain into a mild pleasure. I knew that something was 
wrong, as I'd  never before had such feelings, so powerful; begin to take 
control of my thought  process.

Eventually, the heighten awareness of all my pain receptors began to settle  
down, as did my brain. I almost felt as ease with myself; as Master removed 
the  whip handle from my ass, offering it to my mouth so that I could clean the  
handle and thank the whip for showing me the errors of my  ways.

Once again Master gently laid the whip on my back, as if the whip and I 
needed  time alone.  

Moments later, maybe minutes later; something moist and wonderful began to  
happen to my ass. It was wet and warm, going over my puffy skin; and I didn't  
want the feeling to ever stop.  

I began to think, no feel, perhaps; as if I was some kind of pervert who gets 
 his rocks off from being used and abused.  

The ministrations continued around my anal opening; keeping my cock in a  
constant state of arousal, once more aching for relief from the confines of its  
own  hell.

Hands, two hands, now touched my butt. Carefully placed, so as not to awaken 
the  strikes from my whip; pulling my cheeks apart ever so gently.  

The object that had been circling my anal opening began to dart in and out of 
my  ass. There was a presence of flesh touching the inner most portions of my 
 thighs; as the object kept pressing forward.  

I knew, I honestly knew, that Master was lavishing my ass with his mouth, 
lips  and tongue; perhaps, just maybe, one of his ways of showing his devotion 
and  love to his brother…

To Be  Continued…            


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