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North Country  Chapter Thirty  Seven

This is a shorter than normal chapter. There was a 'natural' break point in 
here  and besides, I do believe that you are getting a special delivery later 
on  today…


Master Ryan and Henry exchanged words, as I completed my task; and then Henry 
 bid his farewell, leaving me and Master alone, for what I'd hope would be a 
good  evening.

Tonight at supper, it was much like last night; Master eating normal human 
food  and me stuck eating a half can of mushy Spam.  

I thought Master would want to watch the DVD that Henry had left in the 
machine,  but instead he went directly into my room and began sorting through the 
last of  the items; putting them where He felt was proper. All I had to do was 
kneel  there and absorb the situation. Master wasn't very talkative at all. He 
did,  however, keep casting his eyes in my direction with a warm smile on his 
 face.

I got to bathe Master, and I was really becoming enamored with doing that 
part  of my job. I could easily tell that Master, too, was even more relaxed than 
 usual, as my hands slid over every inch of his profoundly defined  body.

I had just figured that Master didn't want or need to discuss my day's  
activities; nor those surrounding Henry's visit. It was all to clear to me, that  
Master had placed a call to Henry and asked him to come over. And, I for one 
was  thankful that he did. I couldn't have taken another beating from the deliv
ery  guy, let alone have to perform a sex act with  him.

When bedtime rolled around, I pulled my foam pad out from under the bed; but 
was  told to put it away, as I'd be sleeping in the bed, with  Master.

It was during my 'free time', that Master continued my education. He told me 
so  much about every one of the group's members and how he and Uncle Cal had 
seen  'eye to eye' on many topics. He even told me about Henry and how Henry 
had  started off much in the same fashion as I was; but more over was the way 
in  which Henry's two masters had elevated him to a higher status than just a 
mere  slave. I listened, as Master told me how the three of them began to have 
more  than just a master/slave relationship. I guess you could say that Henry 
had  become a 'member' of their family. Submissive, yes; but with a great 
deal more  responsibility, than someone like  me.

During our talk Master repositioned himself so that the two of us were face 
to  face. Master had one arm over my chest and the other arm and hand were busy 
 massaging my, still exposed, cock and balls. I guess that perhaps Master 
knew he  hadn't caged my cock nor had he bound my balls. It continued to feel 
strange,  being free like that, but having an erection without being trapped 
behind a  steel cage was nirvana.  I wanted Master to keep messing with my cock 
and  balls so much so, that I even draped one of my legs over His legs; 
entwining us  as  one.

Master contorted himself, just enough for him to reach into the night stand 
and  take out those "special occasion' pliers; as my Master liked to call 
them.  Fumbling ever so little, Master took the pliers and removed my Prince 
Albert  ring; allowing my cock to now have TOTAL freedom. It sprang, hard, against 
my  stomach and it brought an inner smile to my  soul.

I thought that I knew what was coming, and I was right. The soft and moist 
lips  of Master began to encompass my shaft. It wasn't long before His mouth had 
the  entire length of my cock engulfed in his mouth and throat. The feeling, 
even  more than the first time He'd sucked my cock; was and still is beyond 
words.  

Before long, the two of us were sucking each others cock, while Master found  
delight in twisting my butt plug. The combination of the two actions was  
bringing ever so close to an orgasm.  

I challenged myself to do something that I'd not ever done before. I moved 
one  of my hands to Master's butt and began to slowly rub them; working ever so  
gently towards His rectum.  

I found that if concentrated on my actions, then perhaps my impending orgasm  
would hold off for just a bit  longer.

Once my finger had found the 'spot', I gently massaged over and around the  
entire surface with just one finger. I heard Master, more than once, moan with 
a  certain degree of pleasure and  acceptance.

Shaking, I gently eased my finger into Master's ass. I could feel it clinch  
itself around my finger and then it began to pulsate, in rhythm with my 
finger;  as I pushed it in further and began twisting it around slowly. I could also 
feel  Master's hips move in unison with the rest of his body's reactions.  

For the shortest time, I felt as if the two of us were one. One being, one 
soul,  one purpose; the unbounded number, of  one.

The two of us, did in fact, have simultaneous orgasms. Both of our bodies'  
arched, frozen in time, as our cocks erupted into each others  mouth.

For several minutes, we lay there breathless and emotionally drained. I wasn'
t  sure about Master; but as far as I was concerned, this experience was far 
beyond  anything that I could have ever  imagined.

I tried to think of nothing but my Master. I wanted somehow for Him to know 
that  I was falling in love with Him.  I sorta knew that He was, and had always 
 been, in love with me in some way or another. Now the reality of life was  
beginning to take shape, but I had to make sure that all of this is what I  
really wanted, needed and desired. I wasn't going to rush into this, but I was  
going to simply take all of this one day at a time.  I resolved myself, not  to 
judge Master for his actions of discipline, nor His verbal, sometimes  
demeaning, statements.  There had to be a method to His teachings and I  wanted to 
learn all I could about this life and to regain all those lost years  that I 
might have had with  Ryan.

We each could have used a good shower or bath, but instead we simply  
re-positioned ourselves and lay in each others arms, in silence. Eventually, we  both 
started kissing, which evolved into more 'petting' and such.  

I was fearful that the two of us would over sleep and Master would be late 
for  work, but a quick glace at the clock showed that it was barely passed 
midnight.  Six hours of sleep would suffice, for me; but I was unsure about my  
Master.

Then, without as much as a word, Master moved.  He positioned himself  
between my legs and I immediately thought that He was going to impale me with  his 
manhood. Instead, Master twisted and pulled on my butt plug until it eased  
itself  out.

After laying the grease laden plug on my chest, Master lifted both of my 
legs,  forcing my feet towards my head. Instinctively, I reached up and held onto 
my  ankles, just as I began to feel Master's fingers working their way into  
me.

Time, lots of time, passed; before Master removed his hand and half of His  
forearm from my body. I couldn't begin to tell you how being fisted by my 
Master  affected me.  Just the mental 'high' that I was on should have sufficed,  
but every fiber in my body was reacting to His touch, His scent, His  
overpowering dominance. I suppose you might say that I felt like 'a kid in a  candy 
store'.  

Fortunately, neither of us over slept. I didn't remember Master replacing my  
butt plug, or my Prince Albert but he did. I was eager, this morning, to 
please  Him.  

Before He even got out of bed, I was on my knees along side the bed; awaiting 
my  Master's golden nectar.  
After  swallowing Master's sizeable amount of piss, I crawled quickly into 
the kitchen  and made Him, His  breakfast.

All dressed for work, with an endearing smile on His face; Master sat in 
silence  while He  ate.

Just before departing, Master quietly and calmly said, "Today will be the 
same  as yesterday and the day before that. Keep yourself busy; meditate on your 
new  life and the lives of all our friends.  I will allow you to watch the DVD 
 from yesterday… Or you can choose to watch a half an hour of regular 
television;  but only after your lunch is  over."

That said, Master left for work; leaving me with what I can only say was an  
empty  heart.

I busied myself so much that I was even cleaning the light bulbs in the 
house. I  was careful not to break any of Master's rules which He'd established. 
Although  the two times I had to use the tub as my pissing place, took up time; 
as I also  had to rinse my body off  afterwards.

Just like yesterday, I wasn't chained to the bolt. But I also was left 
without  my cock cage. I wondered a great deal about the absence of the cage. I 
began to  think that Master was having a little bit more faith in me, or perhaps 
it was  that Master felt that I may have earned such. In either case, I felt 
good, my  cock felt as good as could be expected, all things considered, and my 
scrotum  felt emancipated.  

Now, the only troubling thing remaining was … the delivery man. Would there 
be  another such delivery  today?

My lunch wasn't near as bad as before. All I had to do, to get through lunch, 
 was to think about last night.  

With all of my chores done, including two small loads in and out of the 
washer  and dryer; I thought about watching the thirty allotted minutes of  
television.

After five minutes of television, my mind crept into that 'dark space', 
known as  the unseen DVD. I had to watch the  flick.

The first thing on the screen was the mayor's kid all laid out on the all too 
 familiar table. He was bound from head to toe.  
There, in  all his glory was Mr. Thomas; laying out the tray he uses for body 
piercings. I  watched as the teen received piercings in places that I'd never 
expected. There  was simply no way he'd ever make it through an airport 
without setting off  countless  alarms.

Somehow, a pair of gloved hands came into the picture that was not those of 
Mr.  Thomas. They were a lot smaller. In one of the hands there was a long, and 
I  mean long, thin needle. Not only was I watching a sight never before seen, 
but  my own cock was reacting as  well.

One of the gloved hands gently surrounded the teen's scrotum, easing the two  
orbs down into the bottom of the sac. Using the remaining hand, which held 
the  needle; to slowly, and with direction from Mr. Thomas, begin to penetrate 
the  flesh of the teen's sac.  

I would have thought, I'd hear a scream from the teen right away; but, as it  
turned out the scream came after about a half inch of the needle was pushed 
into  the kid's right nut. My own dick flinched, now fully  erect.

Briefly I imagined that all of this was a magic trick, until I heard another  
blood boiling scream and watched as the needle exited the teen's scrotum on 
the  opposite side.  You could plainly see the kid's chest rise and fall, as he 
 gasped for air in between the waves of  pain.

As if that wasn't the weirdest thing to watch, the next thing on the 
television  was the teen's face; now smiling and laughing at his recent experience. 
Another,  much like Paul, masochist.  

The next image on the screen was half a face. I knew that it was Kevin's face 
I  was  seeing.

One dick after another entered his mouth, releasing copious amounts of hot 
piss;  which he was unable to swallow it  all.

The last cock to enter Kevin's mouth was equally as familiar. It belonged to  
Ray. I watched as Ray seemed to not be pissing in Kevin's mouth. It was 
strange  to see it all disappear into a mouth flaccid and moments later become 
stiff, as  Kevin started to gag a little  bit.

Although the camera stayed right there on the blowjob, the lens pulled back 
and  afforded me a much broader view. I could see many pairs of legs, but no 
faces. I  tried to count the legs, and came to the conclusion that there were 
more people  there than I could think of names to put with them. While I watched 
the video, I  also strained to hear the voices in the background.  What I 
learned from  the voices was that the mayor's son was now going to be a full time 
member of  Master Troy's and Master Jeb's household. I guess if I didn't 
have my Master to  take care of, then I perhaps wouldn't mind living with two 
Masters and of course  Henry.

Some voices, seemed to be encouraging Ray to face fuck his lover, instead of 
the  slow methodical rhythm he was pacing himself at. I watched, with even 
greater  interest as Ray took hold of Kevin's head and pulled him closer; now 
with his  cock completely choking off Kevin's normal air supply. Kevin's arms 
flailed  around, and he began hitting Ray's legs with all his strength.  An 
enormous  scream from Ray and he unloaded his seed into Kevin's mouth and throat. 
There  was uproar of applause and kudos for Ray and a few familiar (less 
appreciative)  remarks made to Kevin.  

I felt sorry for Kevin, having to hear those words; but there wasn't a thing  
that I could do, let alone be there to comfort  him.

As the video returned to the other teen, I was able to pick out a few other  
relatively easy sentences.  It appears that Paul was now to be called  'cuntboy
', and the mayor's boy was to be called 'pigslave'. Two appropriate  words 
for two deserving lads, but who am I to  judge.

It was also reaffirmed that 'cuntboy' was to be transferred to Uncle Cal, 
some  time on Saturday.  So for three days, he'd have to stay with Master's 
Troy  and Jeb; along with 'pigslave'. With me hearing that, I didn't have to 
worry;  should I slip up and mention it, knowing that Henry had sworn me to 
secrecy.  

Just a the video stopped, I looked at the clock and saw where I was flirting, 
 once again, with  disaster.

First, and foremost, I was blessed that there wasn't a 'delivery' today.  I  
made quick work of my cleaning and my bath; being sure that I cleaned up the  
bathroom after I was finished.   

Something, I'm now sure what, came over me; as I made my way back into the  
living room and locked myself to the chain. Not only that; but I also knelt on  
all fours making sure to keep my forehead pressed against the floor and my 
butt  facing the front door.  

Master was pleased and excited to see His 'boy' all cleaned and respectfully 
 waiting His arrival. He paraded around me, as if he was inspecting a car or  
something, but I knew deep down that Master was only doing it so that He 
could  please Himself with his 'boy'. That made me feel real warm inside, as I 
inhaled  his  manliness.

After dinner, Master seemed to have something on His mind, and I was getting  
better at deciphering my Master's moods and  looks.

'You know 'boy', that last night we didn't discuss what if anything you had 
done  improperly or worse yet failed to do."  Master spoke with a hint of 
respect  in His voice, as He continued. "Is there something which you feel that 
Master  needs to  know?"

A short, yet calculated pause came while I thought back to yesterday. I knew  
that I couldn't lie to Master; so I obediently informed Him of every one of 
my  transgressions.

I knew what to expect. I just knew that I'd be getting a good thrashing. 
Master  seemed satisfied with my confession and went, by Himself, to my  room.

A few minutes later, Master called for me. I entered my room and noticed that 
 the 'net' was now laying on the floor. I was ordered to stand in the middle 
of  the net, with my arms at my  side.

The next thing I know, Master is pulling on the ropes and the net is 
surrounding  my body. The more He pulled, the tighter the net became, and eventually 
the net  had me trapped inside, unable to move a muscle.  

I could see Master re-assign his hands to the ropes, as he pulled on them 
some  more.  The net was now squeezing me like sardines in a can, but was worse;  
was that I was now at least a foot off of the  floor.

"Sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite", Master said as He turned off 
the  light and closed the door behind  himself.

Now I was experiencing, first hand, the 'net'; which I'd previously seen but 
 hadn't a clue as to its use. There was simply no way that I could see myself 
 sleeping like this.  

Time passed slowly, as the hours ticked away. I'm pretty sure that I didn't 
fall  asleep, but I can't be certain of that. But, when the lights came on and 
Master  stood in front of me I realized that I must have dozed  off.

Master was already dressed for work; he'd already eaten and was ready to head 
 out the door, as he lowered me to the floor. I lay there slumped like a sack 
of  Idaho potatoes.  My first thoughts were of my full bladder, as Master  
pulled the netting away and kissed me.  

I was left to deal with a series of raw emotions and feelings for the rest of 
 the day. But, every time, that I found myself getting down in the dumps; one 
 quick thought about Master Ryan, and I perked right up.  

The major part of the day was like all the others and after dinner, Master  
abruptly asked if I was up for another night at "Lashes".  I simply told  Him 
that if going there this coming Friday would please Him, then we should  go.

I expected Him to say that we'd be going, but instead He said that we'd most 
 likely go Saturday night, after the cookout at mom and dad's.  

It was the first time in what seemed like an eternity, but Master allowed me 
to  watch television with Him. I sat on the floor, between Master's powerful 
legs  and watched with interest the shows which seemed to make Master  laugh.

I was allowed to sleep on my mat, this particular night, and it felt great. I 
 have to admit that I'd hoped for another night in the bed with Master, but 
for  some reason, Master opted not to beckon me to His  bed.

By the time Friday night rolled around, Master could detect that I was 
starting  to be concerned about the 'family get together'.  I couldn't seem to  
concentrate on any one particular thing for very long; not even the shows on  
television.  

However, on this one night, I was called to Master's bed. It was pretty much  
like the last time we slept together; except this time, it was me who seemed 
to  be taking advantage of the 'free time' and asked a series of questions; 
to which  Master answered promptly and honestly.  

The one thing that came from nowhere was when Master had mounted me and I  
reached up and pulled His head close to my own and whispered, "Master, I think I 
 love  you".

"Yes, 'baby' I think you do too, and your Master loves you also", were the 
only  words that Ryan spoke before we found ourselves ravaging each others 
mouth with  our  tongues.

We slept late on Saturday morning, getting up around ten or a little after.  
There wasn't any rush to do much of anything, so I spent a little more time 
than  normal bathing Master. There wasn't any housework to do, so it was almost 
what I  used to call a 'lazy day' around the  house.

Master even took time to go down and get a newspaper and while he read it, I  
knelt by His side, just in case He wanted or needed me.  I'd come a long  
way, and felt that as each day passed, I was feeling better about myself and my  
feelings towards my Master.  Sure, I could have perhaps seen this coming  
years ago, but I didn't. Time was precious then, and my school work seemed to  
have consumed my  years.

In no time, right after our noon meal, Master had me in my bathroom; cleaning 
me  Himself. He seemed to be taking extra time, cleaning every orifice of my 
body,  shaving me down so I was proper in His eyes and He even went as far as 
putting  my cock cage back on; which I felt perplexed about. Thankfully Master 
only used  one stick of grease; which allowed me not to feel so  'full'.

Master showered by Himself and dressed Himself; before going into His dresser 
 and tossing me a pair of shorts and one of his tank tops. "If it were any 
place  else, other than going to mom and dad's place; you'd go properly dressed 
and not  as some freak of nature wearing shorts and a shirt like that", 
Master said with  a hint of sarcasm in His  voice.

The shorts were way to small for me and my cock cage bulged out like a hot 
dog  in a hamburger roll. The tank top was so tight that my nipple rings pressed 
 outward like a tit on a pregnant  dog.

Satisfied, after one final inspection; Master led the way out of the condo; I 
 was awe struck that Master had decided to take the elevator down to the 
parking  garage……

To Be  Continued…

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