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North Country  Chapter Thirty  Eight


I began to get a little nervous as the car pulled onto our parents'  street.  
Three short blocks until I had to face my mom for the first time  in over a 
month. I attempted, the best I could, to conceal any indication that I  was 
nervous; but my incessant staring out the window was a dead give  away.

I had no idea what time the dinner was to begin, but I knew from looking at 
the  clock in the dashboard that we were arriving pretty darn early. There wasn'
t  another vehicle parked anywhere on the street, as Master Ryan wheeled His 
car  into the  driveway.

I didn't flinch a muscle as the motor ceased to run; nor as Master Ryan began 
 speaking to  me.

"I don't know what to expect 'baby', but if I was a betting man; I'd 
probably  assume that dad has already said a lot to mom about you. You know how mom 
is;  always questioning things and until she gets the answer, she never lets 
up. So I  wouldn't be all in a 'bunch' over it. Besides, our friends should be 
here pretty  soon and that will give mom something to bother over. So put a 
smile on that  pretty face of yours and let's get  inside."

Slowly opening the door, I looked all around the area to see if anyone was  
outside; who could possibly see me. Thankfully the coast was clean and I walked 
 rather quickly up onto the front porch and lightly knocked on the door; with 
 Master standing right behind  me.

"Well look who's here", dad said with a smile and a jovial tone in his 
voice.  "Come in, come in; your mother is in the kitchen and she has been in a tiff 
all  morning waiting to see  you."

"Thank you Sir", I calmly replied; as I walked passed dad, heading towards 
the  kitchen. I wanted and needed to get this initial shock over with just as 
soon as  possible.

"Hi mom", I said; as she turned away from the stove. Her hands went to her  
mouth; apparently trying to hide her expression, but she soon ran up to me and 
 gave me a big hug and  kiss.

"You two", mom said; pointing to Master and dad, "go right on outside there 
and  let me have my own time with my  Billy."
I  watched in silence as dad and Ryan made their way out to the backyard, 
without  as much as saying one single  word.

Mom returned to the stove, and I moved over by the sink; looking out the 
window  at dad and Master; who were now seated and sipping on cold beers. I'd 
almost  forgotten how nice it had been to come home for a weekend and have a 
family get  together and a  cookout.

Mom began talking, while she stirred something in one of her large cast iron  
pots, and from the scent of it I could ascertain that it was one of my all 
time  favorite foods; home made baked beans with just a hint of jalapeño.  

I moved over to her and put my hands on her shoulders as she stirred the pot 
of  beans and talked at the same time. Finally she put the lid back on and we 
both  sat down at the small kitchen table for what would turn out to be a most 
 revealing talk; between mother and  son.

By the time our little 'chat' was over, she learned about everything and 
every  one. I left out the graphic details, but she learned of my rape and how I 
was  forced to succumb to the wants of other men. I even got to express my 
feelings  about myself and Ryan.  I was, for the most part, shaken by her 
comment,  near the end; that she'd suspected that I was gay many, many years ago.  

It sounded as if mom, was going to look into the matter of my trip to Maine 
and  I for one, wasn't about to tell her to just drop it. She was most 
supportive of  my feelings towards Ryan, but she wasn't so sure that such a 
relationship  between brothers was a 'good thing'. Mom always used that term, 'good 
thing', to  signal us kids that she had reservations about approving something we 
wanted to  do.

Her support from me was never going to fade, as she offered me any and all  
comforts that she could provide. I wasn't expecting her to be so amicable  
towards everything. She of course didn't approve of the absence of hair, the  body 
piercings and most of all she despised the clothes that I was wearing.  

We were still talking, as my Master entered the kitchen; "I think I just 
heard  one of the guys pull into the driveway; so go let them in." Mom looked at 
me, as  if there was something wrong with the way I was just ordered to answer 
the door.  I really had no other option as I replied, "Yes  Master".

I wasn't even to the front door and I heard mom light into Master about the 
way  he was treating me; but then once Master began to speak softly, their 
brief, but  concise, conversation took on a completely different  aspect.

When I opened the front door, there stood Masters Jeb and Troy. Henry was  
standing behind them, with a noticeable smile on his  face.

Without saying a word, both Masters just looked at me, as if disgraced by 
either  my appearance or behavior. I wasn't sure which, but I really didn't 
concern  myself with their demeanor.  I just stepped back and allowed them to pass 
 by me and make their way towards Master Ryan who was now coming to greet  
them.

Henry, on the other hand, patted my shoulder as he made his way towards his 
two  masters. I was slowly beginning to like Henry, his lifestyle and even his  
mannerisms the more I saw of  him.

Master Ryan directed His friends to the backyard, as Henry and I made our way 
 back into the kitchen; whereby I introduced him to mom. She took an instant  
liking to him and him to her; as do most people that meet mom. She offered us 
 both a cold drink as we sat down at the table, of one of my mom's infamous  '
grilling' sessions.  Henry took it all in stride and answered mom's  
questions, making sure to omit the more graphic parts. I could tell that mom was  
becoming more comfortable around Henry and myself the more she heard. Even  
though she knew of Ryan's orientation, she had never really spoke to him about  it; 
for what ever reason, but at least now she was getting a crash course in gay  
men. She even made me feel more comfortable in my own skin, but I still had 
to  guard my responses to any and all of her  questions.

Once more a knock on the door, and I was up and making my way to open the 
door;  to discover that Uncle Cal had arrived. He was by himself, and he seemed a 
lot  different now, than I had remembered him; probably because I now knew of 
his  'tainted' lifestyle.  As he walked towards mom, who had come to greet 
him;  all I could think about was how much I'd heard about how Uncle Cal 
enjoyed  seeing slave boys mounted by animals, which sent a chill down my  spine.

"I guess that everyone who's coming has arrived", mom said to me, as she 
reached  for my hand and returned me to the  kitchen.

Henry and I were instantly put to work, taking things outside to the others. 
Mom  made sure that the two of us kept busy and out of the way of all the 
others. I  sorta felt as if she was trying to protect me from  everyone.

Henry even helped mom with some of the food preparations as I was delegated 
the  job of setting the two picnic  tables.

Every minute I was outside, I could feel everyone's, including dad's, eyes 
on  me. The one time that I had come close to Uncle Cal, he made sure to reach 
out  and grab hold of my caged cock; smirking and making a crude comment about 
how  "all boys need to keep their nasty dicks behind  bars".

Dad and Master Ryan began cooking the meat on the grill, as Henry and I made  
sure that all of the men had plenty of cold refreshments to consume. Mom had  
come out and was sitting nearby on one of the chaise loungers which 
surrounded  the back yard.  I think mom was, herself, becoming more intone with Master  
Ryan's friends as she began to converse with them from time to time. Was all  
this beneficial to mom? I hoped so, and I really thought it was enlightening 
for  her and dad to be around gay sons and their  'friends'.

Me and Henry served all the men their food, including mom who was now seated  
between Uncle Cal and Troy at one of the picnic tables. The men seemed to be  
including mom in their discussion; to which mom appeared  pleased.

It wasn't until all had finished eating, and I had cleaned up after them; and 
 Henry had washed and dried all the pots, pans and dishes that the two of us 
got  to eat.  

Odd, weird, strange; were the feelings and thoughts that flashed through my 
head  as I sat at the kitchen table for my dinner, alongside Henry.  Mom sat 
and  continued her twenty questions while we ate, and I know she could tell that 
I  wasn't to comfortable sitting at the table. It wasn't until Henry 
commented, "we  don't normally get the opportunity to eat while sitting", that I 
felt a little  more comfortable. Thankfully mom was spared the knowledge of 
exactly how I  normally  ate.

In the deepest recesses of my brain, I could only wonder what the men had 
been  talking about all this time. Maybe it was just my imagination, but if the 
topic  of slaves and 'boys' hadn't been a part of it, then I would be greatly  
relieved.

However, with mom out of the way, I'm sure that there were some hardcore  
discussions not only about gay sex, but on slaves and 'boys' in general. I tried 
 not to imagine that my father was to naïve about gays and sex, but that he 
was  in tune with such things; considering that he and Uncle Cal were related 
and  all.

When it came time to go, mom seemed a little sad; but I assured her that we  
would see her often and not to worry about me.  She gave Henry a big hug  and 
kiss, but only shook hands with the others. I wonder to this day about  that.

Outside, I was confronted with my first real experience away from Master in 
over  a week. I was told to sit in Uncle Cal's truck, while Master followed 
behind in  a convoy, to the club. I was shocked to see 'cuntboy' and pigslave' 
in the back  of Master's Troy's SUV. From where I stood it looked like they 
were chained  together at their collars. Looking back to Master's car, I noticed 
a bare  chested man sitting in the front seat. I was to learn later that it 
was Uncle  Cal's  partner.

All I could think about was that they'd all be sitting there for all this 
time,  while the rest of us were inside eating, and enjoying the company of each 
other.  Cruel, perhaps; proper behavior, most  likely.

Uncle Cal didn't say a word to me the entire trip. He made good use of every  
single red light we had to stop at. He took off my shirt at the first light 
and  began to twink my nipple rings. The second traffic light, saw the removal 
of my  shorts; whereby Uncle Cal twisted, tugged and pulled harshly on my cock 
cage. I  lost count of how many times he slapped my balls, and bit my  ear.

By the time we all pulled into the alley and made our way back to the parking 
 spaces, there were already a number of other vehicles there. I spotted 
several  pairs of men outside, rather obscurely attempting to hide their sexual 
behavior  from  onlookers.

I remained inside of the truck, while Uncle Cal gathered around with the 
other  men and before long my door was opened and Master Ryan was there with a 
leash  for my collar. I vowed right then and there, that I wasn't going to make 
Master  look or feel ashamed amongst the patrons inside. Afterall, this was a 
joint  venture between Him and His friends; the purpose of which is to make 
financial  gains.

>From the size of the crowd inside, I'd have to say that most of the patrons 
had  walked to the bar; as the place was wall to wall male flesh, with only a 
few  exceptions.

"You're going to help out behind the bar", Master said directly into my ear; 
 overriding the sound of the music which seemed to be rather loud.  

I was led over behind the bar, where two men were busy serving up cold 
drinks,  coffee and small snacks. Every bar stool was occupied and the minute that I 
 appeared behind the bar, it seemed as if even more men were pressing up to 
get a  look.

I was informed of my tasks; which were to keep the bar top clean, snacks in 
all  the baskets and to keep the glasses and cups cleaned and available. Before 
 leaving me, Master put the other end of my leash in some kind of clamp 
device  and locked it in place. From where He'd left me, I could just about reach 
each  end of the  bar.

I must have looked like a deer staring into a set of headlights for a minute 
or  two; before one of the bartenders showed me how to do, what it was that I 
was  supposed to  do.

Before long, men were standing at each end of the bar; staring at my 
nakedness.  It didn't take long to learn that they had all put a 'tip' into one of 
the two  jars at the end of the bar; just so that they could get a few seconds 
alone with  me; playing with my nipples, cock and balls and not forgetting to 
spinning my  nose ring around a little bit, every now and then. I guess I 
should be thankful  that tonight of all nights I had my butt plug in. Otherwise, 
who knows what  forms of abuse my ass would have been subjected  to.

And, not only was I fodder for the two barkeepers, I was also their urinal 
for  the night. I'm sure that Master wouldn't have had me doing it, if He'd 
thought  it was unsafe.  

The time that I had to observe the crowd, I was surprised to see that for the 
 most part everyone was having a great time. There were dozens of 'boys' on 
their  knees scattered around the room and one girl in the corner, doing the '
nasty'  with her tongue inside another female. I could have done, without 
seeing that;  the girls I meant to  say.

I was beginning to feel as if I was fitting in, with all the different things 
 going on in the bar. 'Boys' were taking turns getting into the tub, just to 
get  pissed on. There seemed to be a constant stream of the men, going back 
and forth  down the hallway to the special rooms, which apparently were the 
main icon of  this  place.

Over at the pool table, there was one 'boy' for each side of the table. Each 
 'boy' was on his knees, making himself available for whomever needed or 
desired  the 'boys' mouth. There was even one 'boy' kneeling atop the pool 
table. He had  his knees and hands firmly planted along the sides, which meant 
that the men  playing pool would have to align themselves and their pool cues, 
underneath the  'boys' body. It was rather interesting to watch; as each time 
one of the men  sunk his shot, he would either twink the 'boys' nipples or 
yank on the 'boys'  cock.

I noticed the man, whose name I have forgotten; but the one I'm going to be  
working for. He seemed preoccupied chatting with other men of his stature.   I 
had no clue as to the whereabouts of his 'boys', but could probably 'assume'
  that they were somewhere down the hall, most likely being used in one of 
the  rooms.

The three or four 'boys,' who were serving men sitting at tables; seemed 
nice  enough. At least they smiled at me, but I kinda figured it was just because 
I  was naked and they were not. They wore skimpy little pieces of cloth, 
which  barely covered their genital area; but it was a hell of a lot more than I 
was  wearing. They had, who knows, how many dollar bills sticking out of their  
waistbands; but at least they seemed to be making a few extra  dollars.

Every once in a while, I noticed some of the men going outside; and when they 
 returned I could smell the tale-tale odor of tobacco on their clothing.  At  
least, having a no smoking rule in the bar seemed to be paying  off.

I also had the desire to know more about where Master was, but I knew it 
would  be futile in trying to find out. The only thing I could think of was that 
he was  in the one room I hadn't been into yet. The only reason that I mention 
it, is  for the simple reason that I noticed two or three 'boys' come from 
the hallway;  and when they appeared, they were rubbing their butts and I even 
noticed a few  welts on each of their  backs.

I don't know how much time had passed, as tonight, the clock that was on the  
wall last weekend, was now  absent.

I kept right on doing what I was supposed to be doing. The flow of men who 
found  it necessary to grope me or just to feel my flesh was almost a never 
ending part  of my job.  

I think I was leaning over the sink, washing some glasses; when there was a  
sudden jerk on my leash. It was the first time all night that someone had dare 
 venture to do such a  thing.

You know how you sometimes, instantly think of something to say when you're  
taken by surprise; well, I was just about to say something which I would  
probably regret saying later, as I began to raise my head and see just what kind  
of a jerk was tugging on my  leash.

The first thing that caught my eye, was the glistening gold of a wedding band 
on  the man's hand. As my head came into contact with the man's face; I was  
mortified to discover just who it was.
Standing there, were actually two men  who I knew all to well. Mike and Phil, 
my older married  brothers.

My mouth dropped open and my throat went dry as they glared at me with such a 
 contemptuous look on their  faces.

Shocked that I never saw them enter the bar, I was at a loss for words. But 
my  silence was well within the realm of my life's  position.

"So what dad said IS true", Mike said; loud enough as to alert the others  
nearest him to take note. "I thought it was bad enough having Ryan being a 
queer  for a brother but now seeing you… in this fucking place… of all places… 
really  tells me what I needed to know.  

My brother Phil started in by saying, "Sure hope you don't think I'm going 
to  let you suck my cock! Ain't no man going be playing with my balls and 
slurping  on my shaft. Hell, I wouldn't even fuck you if you were the last person 
on  earth."

Then the two of them began in unison, to publicly scold me for being gay. It  
didn't take long before Master Ryan and a couple of other men came up and 
stood  behind Mike and Phil.  There were some pretty serious words being bantered 
 back and forth between my three brothers; which only created an even larger  
scene to unfold.  

Minutes later, Mike and Phil were 'escorted' out of the building; being 
followed  by a sizeable number of bar patrons. I was in tears and found myself 
sitting on  the floor… out of sight. My tears turned into uncontrollable sobbing 
as the  seconds ticked by. I brought my knees up to my face and tried to hide 
myself for  eternity.

No amount of comforting from the bartenders seemed to quiet me down. No 
amount  of silence, which had fallen over the club, seemed to help either. The only 
 thing I wanted was to get out of there and go  home.

I didn't feel the leash being unfastened from the bar, until it was laying on 
 the floor in front of me. Several hands were lifting me off of the floor and 
 onto my feet; while my head hung down in shame; not for me, but for my 
brothers  causing such a  scene.

My feet seemed to drag behind me, as I was escorted outside. The fresh air  
seemed to help me to get my emotions under control; while Master held me tight  
against his body. Master's soothing hands began to rub the raw emotions from  
within my mind. Master's gentle voice, whispering sweet and kind 'nothings' 
in  my ear really helped. More and more hands were rubbing my back and 
shoulders, as  words of encouragement and support seemed to be coming out of  nowhere.

With a single finger, Master was able to get me to raise my head; looking Him 
 right in His eyes. Master's right hand made it's way from my back to the 
back of  my head; as Master pulled me even closer to Him. I was concentrating on 
the look  in Master's eyes, and hadn't even noticed how close our lips were 
coming to one  another.

The kiss that followed sucked every ounce of sadness and shame from within 
the  deepest and darkest confines of my body. The immediate area surrounding the 
two  of us fell into a melancholic silence. I forgot about all of the other 
hands and  words that had preceded the kiss. For now, there were only two 
people outside.  Only two people, who each seemed to have a definitive liking for 
the  other.

By the time we went back inside, the club was back to its normal self. 
Several  men and 'boys' came up to me and hugged me. Master Ryan asked, if I wanted 
to  stay a little longer and I simply nodded my head; accepting His question 
as sort  of a way of telling him , thank you for being there for  me.

I didn't get to many more men that needed or desired to feel my body the  
remainder of the night; and one by one, two by two, the patrons slowly began to  
gather their belongings and head out the door.  

I was now alone, behind the bar; cleaning up everything in sight. The music 
had  gone silent and there were but perhaps a dozen men and 'boys' left inside 
the  club; most sitting around talking about everything under the  sun.

Master Ryan wasn't anywhere to be seen, so I took the initiative to continue 
my  duties, by locating a broom and began sweeping the floors. I made quick 
work of  that job and then went along to wipe off the tables and chairs; before 
I caught  a glimpse of Master standing with Master Troy in the far end of the  
hallway.

I heard one of the room doors open and the sobbing which emitted from the 
room  caught my attention. Uncle Call was stepping out into the hallway, followed 
by  the mayor's son. I couldn't tell exactly what was or had been going on; 
but I  continued to watch from the corner of my eye.  

The 'boy' was squatting down, at Uncle Cal's feet; while Cal was pulling off 
 what appeared to be a greasy, long glove, which from where I was standing,  
looked as if it went all the way up to his elbow.
Master Ryan and Master Troy  were both intrigued by whatever it was that 
Uncle Cal was telling them. I  watched as Uncle Cal raised his booted foot to the '
boys' mouth and witnessed  the 'boy' start to lick and kiss the black glossy 
leather. Uncle Cal roared with  laughter, like only Uncle Cal can do. 

Shortly thereafter, Master  Ryan went back into the one room and soon 
returned to the hallway, followed by  Paul. From where I was standing, it looked like 
Paul had gotten a rather severe  lashing on his body; but there wasn't a tear 
or cry coming from  him.

I quickly turned my attention back to my work, as not wanting  to appear as 
one who slacks or shirks his job.

Not to much time  passed before Master Ryan came up to me at the bar and 
asked, "So tell me, how  much money did you make tonight?"

I stood there with a dumb look on  my face, before Master spoke again. "The 
money, the money in those two jars  belongs to you 'baby'. You earned it. It's 
yours."

I hadn't paid  any attention to the jars all night. I had no idea who the 
money belonged to. I  just assumed it was a little extra for the club.

"Haul those bags  of trash out to the dumpster, while I count up all your loot
", Master said with  a smile; as he began to extract handfuls of money from 
the first  jar.

I grabbed two full bags of bar trash and took them outside,  and upon 
returning found Master still pulling money out of jar number two. He  had separated 
the bills into denominations and there was even one for ten dollar  bills.

I knelt there, watching him silently count the money and the  he leaned down 
and said, "Four hundred thirty one dollars. Not bad at all. Not  bad at all."

I managed to smile, although the thought of making  money in such a way 
seemed a bit like prostituting myself. Master made one stack  of the bills, folding 
it in half and stuffing it into his front pant  pocket.

"I think you've had enough for one night. We'll let the  others finish up 
and lock up. I'll just go say my goodbyes and then we'll be  off", Master said 
with an understanding smile on His face.

Uncle  Cal followed us out; so that Master might retrieve the shirt and 
shorts. Uncle  Cal gave me a big hug and then kissed the side of my face. He had a 
sense of  knowing more than he let on. "I'll see you in two weeks, when 
everybody comes  down to the farm for the weekend. Until then you be a good boy for 
your master  and do everything he tells you to do. I don't think you want to 
see how I can  make a good boy out of a bad boy."

Uncle Cal turned and went back  inside the club, as Master loaded me into the 
back seat of His car.  

I don't even remember the ride home; I was so tired. I must have  fallen 
asleep instantly, as the first thing I know, Master is nudging me awake  and we 
are in the parking garage of the building.

Neither of us  showered before falling to sleep. Master just pulled out my 
mat and eased me  down, but not before placing one of His pillows there for my 
head.  

Thank goodness, it was a Sunday; as I slept for quite some time.  

By the time I awoke, I could smell the coffee and food being  cooked in the 
kitchen.  I crawled into my bathroom and emptied my bladder,  before making my 
way into the kitchen. 

Master was sitting, naked,  at the table, reading the Sunday paper and 
sipping a cup of coffee. "Good  morning 'baby', you sure slept like a log", came a 
jovial greeting from  Master.

Master stood up and went over to the counter and poured  another cup of 
coffee, telling me to sit; as he pointed to the floor next to His  chair. 

I quickly moved into position and was surprised when Master  handed me the 
coffee. The aroma, sheer delight, as I took my first sip. Master  resumed 
reading the paper with an occasional glance down in my direction.  

"You feel like eating something this morning, 'baby'? asked  Master.

"Master, yes Master" I replied.

"Good, I'm  glad to see that last nights little fiasco hasn't ruined your 
desire to  eat."

I turned my head and watched Master prepare my meal. Minutes  passed and then 
Master handed me a plate plum full of eggs, bacon, potatoes and  toast. 
Master took my coffee cup and refilled it for me.

The  reality of the moment set in when both my hands held either the plate or 
the  cup. Master returned to His chair, watching me ever so closely. 

I  took a long drink of coffee and then I lowered my head to the plate and 
began  eating, like all proper 'boys' should eat. I was feeling fairly 
confident that I  was doing the right thing; as Master didn't utter a word. 

I  suppose some Masters might have forgone the 'normal' routine with their 
slave,  but not Master Ryan.  There was no way; He was ever going to allow me 
to  eat with a fork or  spoon.

I cleaned up the kitchen afterwards and made my way back into the bedroom, 
where  Master was going through His closet.  

I made Master's bed, straighten up the room and then gave Master His bath.  

It wasn't until after I'd had a good cleaning that Master told me that he'd  
called dad this morning and informed him of last nights little situation. 
Master  said that he was none to happy about Mike and Phil's actions and that he 
was  going to speak with them both,  today.

While I laid on the floor in the living room, Master re-attached all of my 
steel  bindings; once again trapping my balls for who knows how long. I found 
myself  getting accustomed to all the steel, and even my attempts at having 
erections  seemed to be slowly fading away, as my cock remained trapped inside the 
cock  cage.

I was ordered to make a fresh pot of coffee, noticing that Master wanted to 
view  the DVD of the recent activities out at Master Troy's.  Some of the DVD  
still seemed to invoke involuntary responses from me, as my cock pulsated ever 
 so  slightly.

Half way through the DVD, Master had me laying across the coffee table, my 
legs  up in the air, my butt plug removed and I held onto my ankles while Master 
 mounted me; filling me with a copious amount of His  seed.

I licked Master's cock clean and lavished His scrotum with large amounts of  
spittle. By the time I pulled back from His nutsack, Master's cock was once  
again rigid. 
Just having drained himself up my ass, I knew Master wasn't  about to orgasm 
anytime soon; but I felt the desire to suckle my Master's cock  anyway.  
Master seemed to appreciate my attentiveness to His needs; while  he stroked my 
head in unison with the back and forth motion of my mouth and  tongue on His 
shaft.

For the rest of the afternoon, until supper  time, I'd forgotten about last 
night; as Master and I enjoyed each others  company and each others  body.

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