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North Country Chapter Ten
The laughter and festive mood seemed to crescendo after dinner. Since there were hands pawing at me, I was most confident that hands were also doing the same with the other two, soon to be slaves. They even had the old lady laughing, but her laugh sounded more like a screeching wheel on a locomotive.
"Well now that we've had a fine meal, and the three 'boys' are awaiting their
'masters', may I suggest that we tie up any loose ends, so to speak; as it has been a long day for all of us", the mayor said in a rather jovial tone.
I could feel, and hear the roar of the campfire as it was fed an ample supply of hardwood. I'd never complain about being to hot up here in the woods, as the nights were still cool, but not yet into those early fall temperatures.
I heard the lady saying something to her limo driver, "Now that I've purchased the 'boy' why don't you impale him on your penis?"
For all I knew, and because of the way things had been going around here, I wasn't sure exactly which 'boy' she was referring to. I sort of braced myself for his cock. Fortunate, lucky or whatever you think the proper word might be; I wasn't the recipient of the cock.
From the direction the sounds were coming from, it was all but evident that the teenager was the intended recipient of the man's shaft and seed. I was quite surprised to hear the young man screaming out for the pain to stop; so either the teen wasn't all that accustomed to getting fucked or the cock was of immense size.
I was totally caught off guard by the subsequent sounds of the other new slave as he apparently was receiving something other than a cock. From the occasional snap and crack I heard, one can only think that the slave was getting a whip or belt treatment on his flesh.
With the other two slaves being attended to, it only remained a matter of minutes before I was visited by my new owners. True to his word, the mayor had seen to it that I was to be taken away by the last man that had arrived. I began to wonder if there wasn't some sort of inner connection between the two men; just from the way the mayor had spoken to him prior to their dinner.
Thankfully, I wasn't ravaged by a cock (yet) but I was 'treated' as the man put it; to his cock, but only after I bathed his hairy balls with my tongue. His scent was powerful, but the smell of his clothing was more than overpowering. He must be wearing leather pants, as even I had one or two articles of clothing made from leather; so I would know what the smell was like. He also wasn't wearing anything under his pants; as I didn't feel or have the sense that he'd been wearing any; least not supporting his cock and balls as they seemed to be hanging rather freely. He seemed to be one of only a few men who for whatever reason didn't force my head down onto his shaft, nor did he take delight by holding my ears like some of the men at camp had done. His cock was the cleanest that I'd had in my mouth since my capture, except that of the grocery store clerk. His semen tasted tangy and sweet as rope after rope of his man seed hit the back of my mouth.
Only when the air quieted down and the sexual atmosphere seemed to have subsided did my new owner decide to remove my blindfold. I had to take a minute to allow my eyes to adjust to the low level of light and the people mulling around.
My immediate attention was to my left, where I saw the teen on his hands and knees; bound similar to me and was now being face fucked by the man which the
lady had called her 'driver'.
The lady was standing on the far side of the 'boy' which allowed me to observe the activities on the table unobstructed. From where I was, it looked as if they had made a hasty attempt at shaving the boys head, but stubble was clearly visible. I could see what appeared to be a plastic jug beneath the boy, with his dick firmly inserted into the top opening; apparently allowing the 'boy' to piss if he had the need, without causing any mess atop the table. There was no sign of the mayor or any of the other men anywhere near the lady and her new acquisition.
Since my blindfold had been removed, I still had no clue as to who belonged to the deep, articulate voice that had done my inspection. As dumb as it may sound, I thought for sure that the man would have been the first thing that my eyes would have focused on.
I turned my head in the opposite direction only to discover that a naked male
was strapped firmly to the pole. I had to blink my eyes, not at first believing as to who the male was. It was Vince, and the front of his masculine body was ablaze with red stripes and welts. His mouth had been stuffed with his own skivvies, thus preventing most of his screams from escaping. The hair that used to flow off of his head appeared to have been brutally hacked off; leaving chunks atop his head, making him appear even more pathetic. I made contact with his eyes and could see the look of total defeat in them. It appeared that the majority of the men were gathered around him, and not the younger male. There were two men standing with their backs towards me, which left the only reasonable conclusion that THEY were my 'owners'. I continued watching and noticed that the men were urinating on Vince which was something I'd never expected them to do to one of their own. I guess when it comes down to supply
and demand, combined with a huge dollar amount; that nothing is unobtainable.
I hadn't, until just now, realized that my own dick had hardened; and I wasn't the least bit embarrassed or ashamed. I closed my eyes, thinking of just how the teenager must be feeling about now; with a cock in his mouth and the lady stroking his own erection with one hand, while working a finger into his ass. I knew the degree of responsibility of the sucker, not to waste any manseed or piss and briefly had traded places with the 'boy'. The taste of sperm filled my brain cells which caused me to rock slowly back and forth, wishing that it was me who was sucking that one particular cock.
A loud groan sent my head back in the direction of Vince, as I saw the two men working to get a thick rope around Vince's cock and balls and a separate rope tied around his neck, to be used as a leash. Carefully, Vince was released from the pole and had his arms shoved way up behind his back; where his hands were quickly attached to the rope around his neck. I noticed that the two men were not at all considerate of Vince as they verbally abused him while they pulled him forward.
Vince stopped right in front of me; where I could see the red marks and I even noticed a number of welts which ran across his chest just below his nipples. There are just no amount of words which can describe the expression on his face, but hopeless and helpless come to mind pretty damn quick.
I had been so captivated by Vince, that I never did pay attention to the remaining two men; who were now apparently standing somewhere behind me; as one of the men in control of Vince began speaking. "Thank you for the wonderful meal and I hope that we can do some business next year", said the man with the southern accent. "We need to be heading back to town so we can get this meat cleaned up and looking presentable. I'm not sure how we'll get him into the lodge but we'll find a way. I don't think we'll have to much trouble with him,
at least not for tonight, but if need be we have something to sedate the slave. Can we call you in the morning before we leave?"
The mayor politely responded, "We normally go into town every day, so if you like, we can stop and say good-bye if you like. OH, and if you tell the man at the front desk that you have a 'package' you need to bring in, he'll get the back door opened up for you, so all you have to do is turn right and take the stairs up. If you have a problem, just give me a call."
I watched as the men shook hands and began pulling Vince behind them. One final look back, and I knew that I'd never see him again; which in some ways saddened me.
The mayor and the older lady had begun talking, and I could tell that he really didn't want the responsibility of shipping her new purchase. After convincing her that the limo driver could handle the slave, they began removing the binding from the slave and eased him off of the table.
The young man finally broke down and began pleading with his father to take him back. There wasn't even a hug, as the father turned and walked down the pathway to his vehicle. The mayor and one of the men assisted the limo driver with securing some rope around the boy's neck, hands and feet; before he too began his last trek from the encampment. The lady was right behind her new purchase, one hand on the boy's butt, the other was rubbing her own breast.
As the trio went out of sight, it instantly dawned on me that I was the last remaining 'boy'. There was a silence about the camp that seemed strange, yet mellow, and calming; as the mayor and his boy approached me for what was to be their last time.
"You've learned well, and I expect you to make us proud. Be courteous and respectful to your new masters and they in turn shall treat you as a slave should be treated. Never doubt your ability as a slave. You have it all inside of you and your masters will bring it all to the surface, slowly and methodically. So take care and one day perhaps we shall come a visit you."
The mayor stepped aside, leaving his son in my direct line of sight; as I watched him one last time exposed his youthful cock to my lips. "Kiss my cock good-bye slave. Always remember this cock; it was one of your very first that left something special in your stomach and I'm sure that it will do the same thing the very next time you see it."
His cock touched my lips, and I kissed it; but oddly enough what I really wanted to do was suck it. He pulled back and stuffed it back inside his jeans and that was to be the last time I'd see it, for quite some time.
I felt a finger slide into my rectum and I stiffened up, as it was unexpected. Then I saw for the first time, the man who had purchased me. He was very tall and was wearing leather pants and a leather vest; which did little to cover his bare chest. From what I could see, he was solid muscle and had very little body hair. Every hair on his head was combed perfectly and his teeth were sparkling white. If I'd been able to see his feet, I'm sure that his shoes or boots would have shone like the moon.
I dawned on me that if this man, my owner, was standing in front of me; then my assumption must have been correct that there was yet another man I hadn't seen yet as well, as a finger was still up inside my ass, twisting and turning.
In the depth of total silence, the man began to speak. "Welcome boy to your new life as our slave. I hope that they've taught you at least a few bits and pieces of slave etiquette, but if not, I'm sure that by the time we reach our
destination you will have learned quite a bit. You will only refer to me as Master, or Master Troy and you will only refer to your other master as Master or Master Jeb. You are not allowed to speak, unless required to do so; and that's all I'll say for now. Do you understand slave?"
"Sir, yes Sir!" I promptly replied. Lightning struck the side of my face and ass at the same time.
"It seems that you are a slow fucking learner boy." Called out the man, Master Jeb, from behind me. What the fuck did I say wrong? I answered him properly.
"Did I say it was proper to use the word SIR!" this Master Troy bellowed into my face. "You only use that word when speaking to another male, but one who is NOT your master!"
"Yes, master" came my response and again another slap onto my face and ass.
"Damn you slave! Did I ask it to speak? NO! Did I ask it to be a smart ass? NO! ". Master Troy once again shouted; sending flecks of spit onto my reddened face; as the finger up my ass turned into two fingers, twisting and pulling at my anal opening with relentless vigor. "This is going to take longer than I had hoped for, but at least it will bring days and weeks of enjoyment and pleasure."
Several quick and concise sentences where exchanged between my two masters and the fingers were extracted from my ass; and presented to my mouth for cleaning. I was startled by the close resemblance of my two masters. Master Jeb looked almost like a mirror image of Master Troy; but a few years younger, around my age or a year younger than me. There wasn't anything covering his chest, except for a small nipple ring in his right tit. He, like the other, had very little chest hair. They had the same facial features, which any female would find herself enamored with, but as fortune would have it; I was the beneficiary of their good looks.
They went right to work removing my bonds and even removed the rope around my
balls; which was of great relief and satisfaction to me. These men could not be all that bad if they went ahead and freed my nuts as they did. It felt great to have them free once again, able to breath and move without being constricted.
I was ordered off of the table, and told to stand; which I did and I even remembered that I wasn't supposed to look at them, so therefore I must have earned a point or two in my favor. I could now see that Master Jeb was wearing jeans; unlike his counterpart. But in my mind, I was still thinking that they were related.
Master Troy moved in from behind and took a firm grip of my nuts, and quickly
wrapped the scrotum in some kind of a blue Velcro band. In the front, Master Jeb was attaching a piece of wire to the blue band and had some sort of control stick in the palm of his hand. "With this little device, we won't need to bind him all up, at least until we get to our vehicle", Master Troy said; smiling to the mayor and all who had now gathered to witness my departure.
As I was dropping to my knees, in excruciating pain, Master Jeb announced to the group that he'd just delivered a 'healthy jolt' of electricity to my nuts. Everyone, but me, seemed to think it quite humorous.
"I suppose we could shove its butt plug in now, but perhaps we should allow it to have a last fling of freedom with its ass; You know what they say about slaves...'A happy slave is a plugged slave'." Blurted out Master Jeb.
I was clamoring to stand back up, while my masters were offering their farewells to all of the other males at camp. Once I had risen to my feet, I caught one final glimpse of the mayor's son, as he gently stroked his erection through the fabric of his jeans.
"Thanks again for everything, and if you have any problems with the vehicle you know you can call any time", Master Troy called out as they led me away from the camp.
"See you real soon slave!" Shouted the teenager. "I'll be saving a big load of my seed just for your fucking ass."
The air instantly got colder as we left the campsite. I could only follow behind the masters and hoped that I didn't step on anything which might injure my feet; as they were the ones with the flashlight, not me.
Just as we walked past the camp pickup, I saw my car sitting there. I couldn't understand how they knew where it was, until I remembered the short comment the mayor had made about the desk clerk who worked nights back at the lodge.
Obviously, I wasn't going to be driving it back home, any time soon.
We walked for some distance, towards the road before coming to their own vehicle. In the dark it was difficult to tell exactly what kind it was; but for all intent and purpose you could say it looked almost like one of those vehicles the government uses, black, with tinted windows and always highly polished.
As soon as the rear door opened, the interior lights came on revealing an area that appeared to be covered by a foam mattress with the same kind of foam surrounding the two sides and the front. My guess, as it would be, that all of
the seats except the front two, had been folded down.
I was pushed forward, allowing my hands to contact the foam mat; while one of
the masters reached alongside of me and pulled a black bag towards himself. The other master was using his foot to spread my legs.
I felt something cool touching my asshole, and then I felt something firm. Before I could equate the two, the firm object was pounding its way into my ass. I yelped and screamed in shock and pain; bringing out a rather unexpected laughter from the two masters. I could feel my ass pulsing, making contact with it; and astonished that my body wasn't trying to expel the object but rather was attempting to want more of it. "Now our little slave has his butt plug in, and we should get him prepared for the long trip home", one of the masters said rather plainly.
They had me climb into the vehicle and turn over onto my back; with my head directly behind the two front seats. My butt plug seemed to be pressing into me even more, while it made contact with the floor. I could only imagine what it was going to be like, if the vehicle ran over the bumps in the road.
Master Jeb had placed a steel rod between my ankles and had put on what he called his 'temporary' cuffs; fixing them all together so that I had no real use of my feet. Master Troy was leaning over the front seat, fixing an identical pair of cuffs to my wrists; which were then pulled away from my body and somehow, somewhere fastened so that now my arms were immobile.
I craned my head trying to see what Master Jeb was pulling out of his black bag, but it didn't look familiar at all. He climbed into the back, kneeling between my outstretched legs and began by putting this black rubber thing over my cock. He then attached this thing to a length of clear vinyl tubing which he had connected to one of those hospital urine collection bags. "If you need to piss slave, you just go right ahead and piss."
Master Troy was busy moving the wires from my balls so that I couldn't disconnect them from the controller; which was kept up between the two front seats.
"Don't get the idea that we are being nice to you", Master Troy said as he slid a small pillow under my head. "We just don't want you to end up with a sore neck; at least not until we get you home and into proper training."
"You can try to sleep if you can, but I don't think you'll get much." Master Jeb said, as he made his way into the driver's seat. Master Troy went around and double checked all of the cuffs and that spreader bar thing before slamming the rear door closed. The motor came to life just as he slid himself into his seat and buckled up.
"I'll drive the first six hours and then we'll switch." Master Jeb said, followed by "Let's not stop on the way back. We'll be able to make it through the big towns before their rush hour and that way we won't have to leave the slave alone in the car if we stopped for a nights rest."
The vehicle took off and the bumpy road came up to greet my butt plug dozens of times before we made it to the paved roads.
Once they'd navigated the vehicle onto a major roadway, they started playing music which seemed to be relaxing to say the very least. I even felt a current of warm air passing over me, which also was a welcome relief from the stark
contrast of the cold mountain nights. I knew that whatever they asked me, if
they should; I was going to answer them properly, lest I receive another jolt from their control stick.
I must have fallen asleep, because the motionless vehicle is what caused me to stir. We had stopped under a brightly lit canopy, and with the odor of gasoline abounding, I knew we were refueling. Several people walked by us and were it not for the heavy tint on the glass, they would have had a perfect view of my nakedness.
The side door opened up and Master Jeb was standing there with a Styrofoam cup, steaming with hot coffee. He dropped a straw into the cup and reached in, offering it to my lips. If I could see passed him, I knew that if anyone walked by now, they'd be able to see me just as well. I dismissed that thought and replaced it with the kindness and generosity of Master Jeb. The coffee wasn't all that good, but it was welcomed, nonetheless. Master Jeb didn't allow me to finish it all, as both he and Master Troy climbed back into the vehicle; with Master Troy now behind the wheel. I'd been asleep for six hours and didn't even know it.
The men talked amongst themselves for quite some time, and with the music playing there wasn't any one word that I could distinguish. After a bit, Master Jeb reached back over the seat and again offered me some more coffee. Now that it had cooled a bit, it tasted better. If ever given the opportunity, I'd make these two Masters some of the best coffee they'd ever tasted.
The coffee had ignited my stomach to the point where I remembered that I'd not eaten anything since the morning; and I was all but certain that I wasn't going to be fed until we reached our destination. But I had to piss bad; which brought back to mind the fact that my cock had some type of contraption over it allowing me to piss normal but without the use of my hands.
All I could do was to close my eyes and imagine I was standing over a toilet,
which quickly brought on a steady flow of my piss coursing through the vinyl
tubing. As if that wasn't bad enough, the overhead light came on and Master Jeb was looking back, commenting to Master Troy that he was witnessing my piss and that all seemed to be working properly. The music stopped and then Master Troy said in a voice loud enough for me to hear; "Maybe we'll save the slave's piss and use it for his first enema or we could even let him swallow it, should the bag fill up before we get back home."
Master Jeb leaned back over my body and held up the urine bag saying, "It wouldn't surprise me one bit if he don't fill it up long before we get home." I could clearly see that I had already filled it to near half capacity. He double check the blue band on my scrotum and returned to his seat, turning off the overhead light.
I'm not sure how much time had passed before we stopped again for fuel, but shortly after we got back underway again, I released what I had hoped was my last bit of piss into the bag.
As I watched out the side window, I could tell we must be passing through a big city; as the road was lined with street lights and countless tractor trailers were passing us by. Lord only knows how many CD's had played already; but
currently on the speakers, was some compilation of dance music, which I knew my brother used to listen to and talk about, playing at the gay bar he always frequented.
City lights and then darker roads, city lights and then darker roads; made me
think that we were heading in the same direction as that which I'd traveled north in. I forced myself to stay awake, looking at the signs on the opposite
side of the road as they quickly passed by.
Another pit stop, more coffee and even a stale 'truck stop' donut for me and we were once again making headway for their home, my new 'home'. The sun was rising, which made the reading of the road signs a hundred percent clearer.
The first notable sign read, "Welcome to Connecticut". So I was right after all. We were in New York heading south, on the same road I drove to get to Maine.
The thought of having to stop and pay those damn tolls, sent a mild case of fright to my brain. What if the toll booth dude looked into the back and saw me naked? I suppose that it would be a good thing, if he/she did, but oddly enough I didn't want that to happen. I just wanted to get home and confront myself, in my own condo and put all of my feelings in their proper perspective.
New York was a quick journey and before long the front windows were put down allowing the stench of the oil refineries to enter the vehicle. New Jersey, good old New Jersey.
They didn't even bother to raise the windows when they stopped for gas; allowing fresh warm air to invade the interior of the vehicle, which by now was clean and crisp. Finally, FINALLY they gave me something to eat and it was the first time that either of them had elicited a response from me.
"Master, thank you Master; for the food which you have seen proper to give the slave, Master"
A huge grin from Master Troy, "Damn I do believe the slave has figured out just how to speak, bro."
Instantly, I knew that my assumptions were once again perfect. They were indeed brothers.
"I wouldn't get all worked up over him learning to say one whole sentence without fucking it up. Its' had eighteen hours to get just the one right, Troy".
Master Jeb said without much expression in his voice.
I'm sure that they, like me, hadn't slept all that much or well since the journey began; and by the time I saw that we were back in Maryland I knew that we all were deserving of a good nights sleep. Such a trip, in such a short time only made me more appreciative of the men who drove those big rigs over the road all day and all night. Now I understood why some men and even women hung out at the truck stops; just to show their appreciation and perhaps pick up a few dollars in the process.
As the sun was setting, we pulled into a line of traffic at, of all places, the McDonalds that I'd stopped at on the very first morning of my trip. Master Troy called out the order and slowly pulled up to the drive up window. Just as he paid the boy for our food, Master Troy hit the button up front and lowered the side window; allowing the boy to see directly into the vehicle and gaze upon my exposed flesh.
"Holy Shit, Mister," that's some might fine meat you got back there. I wouldn't mind spending time with that one myself."
"Well here is one of my cards, so if you ever get down our way or have enough
time off from work, please accept our invitation to stay with us." Master Troy said in a humorous way.
"Sure thing mister, I'd love nothing more than to spend time with that thing and you two guys."
My window went back up, and I could see the teenager leaning out of the little window; watching as our vehicle made it's way back onto the main road.
After the two Masters had eaten their food, Master Jeb leaned back and stuck a Big Mac in my mouth, holding onto it as I chewed. I was even afforded a small cup of, of all things, my favorite, Dr.Pepper.
Master Jeb began laughing, and I couldn't figure if I'd done something foolish or stupid. "Hey bro, looks like we can wait till we get home or we can stop and empty the slave's urine bag. It's plum full to the top."
I continued watching the road signs on the opposite side of the road and knew
that we were getting really close to the exit which would have taken us to my place.
My dreams were shattered when we drove right passed the exit and headed further south. With everything around us, being somewhat familiar to me, I knew that we were still on the Beltway, nearing the exit which would take us to Great Falls Virginia and/or Dulles International Airport.
Sure enough, the vehicle began to slow and exit the Beltway, on to the Great Falls exit. The further we got from my exit, the more depressed I was becoming. I watched as all of those illuminated fancy signs passed by, like the dorky one that said 'America Online' ...World Headquarters, and Raytheon.
The vehicle slowed once more and we turned off, heading northwest; passed all of the newly constructed condos and apartments where all the wannabe rich people live these days.
The roadway was now barren of signs and lights; with only an occasional vehicle going in the opposite direction. For some reason, all four of the vehicles
windows went down, filling the vehicle with cool fresh 'country' air. The one saving grace, for now, was that the cooler northern temperatures were just a faint memory.
"Ya think that kid will ever call us? I'd sure like to fuck his cute ass for a few days and might even be fun to turn him into a cum sucking shit eating slave." Master Jeb jokingly said to his brother. "I'd give him a Happy Meal that he'd never fucking forget."
A slow turn and the vehicle was now proceeding up a long paved driveway. Looking out the rear window, I could tell that where ever we were was rather nicely kept; as even with the sun nearly gone, I could see that the landscaping had been meticulously maintained.
"I see that our neighbor boy Kevin is here. I guess he's still working on that list of things we gave him to do before we left. You'd think that with all the money we've paid him over the last couple of years the least he could do would be to buy himself a new bicycle," Master Troy said in a sarcastic sort of way.
"Well, he's got so much on his plate with school, sports, working here and looking for a boyfriend; I don't see how he could possibly have the time to go shopping for a new bike. Maybe we should get him one as sort of a bonus, if he's completed the list", Master Jeb replied in response to his brother's comments.
The horn honked as we can to a complete stop, and without warning the yelping
and barking started up, so I knew that from the sounds there had to be at least two BIG dogs running around here. The barking stopped just as soon as my Masters climbed from the vehicle and began praising their pets for being so attentive.
Twenty two hours of riding in the back of this vehicle and although I had managed to sleep off and on; I was still exhausted and the butt plug had kept me
on the edge of pain and pleasure most of the ride. I knew just from the way my two Masters were talking, that this kid Kevin was gay, a neighbor and most likely still trying to find his niche in life; not to mention that my Masters were most definitely going to show me off to him.
It wasn't but a couple of minutes and I heard Kevin's voice. At first I wasn't sure it was him, but after I heard the Masters mention his name I was assured of it. There were several minutes of conversation with Kevin and from listening to them all chattering away, I learned that indeed Kevin had completed everything on the list which he was given three days ago.
"I got everything all cleaned downstairs, Sir," the kid exclaimed. "After I'd
finished all of the other chores I started downstairs and that took all of today to clean. I guess you haven't used it in a while, but not to worry because I've got everything spotless and all that stuff shining like brand new. I hope I get a chance to see all of that stuff being used. I don't know what any of it is, except for a few things that I saw in a magazine once that a friend showed me. A lot of it looks like it could hurt pretty good too, and I bet a man... opps... slave sure will get to know the real meaning of pain if you use any of that stuff on him."
"Kevin thanks a lot for doing all of the work and I'm sure that you'll get a chance to see our little dungeon in use real soon. And thanks for taking such
good care of our pets too; but before you go, I'm sure you'd like to see what we brought home."
The interior light came on, and one side door was opened as well as the rear door. Master Jeb was poking his head in from the side while Master Troy and Kevin were now gleefully looking at me from the back. "Holy Damn! It is for real, what a piece of flesh this is! Kevin excitedly hollered out. Both of my Masters started to laugh at the sight of Kevin's jaw drop, leaving his mouth wide open.
"My friend told me about slaves in the world and he even gave me a very good book to read but I never would have thought I'd ever get to see a real one. Is it okay if I touch it?
"Of course you can touch it. A slave is always prepared for someone or some thing to touch it. You can't hurt it, so just climb up there and take a closer
look. Oh, and be careful of that full bag of slave piss there. We didn't stop to empty it and the slave probably has to take a piss by now. But, please feel free to touch it anywhere you want, the slave will most likely be appreciative of your inspection."
"So did you guys shave off all of the hair? Why is he tied up like this? What's this thing that is around his nuts? Oh, bet you don't think I know what this black thing is between the legs here... it is a plug up its ass. See, even I know that much" Kevin said with confidence, "I read that in the book."
"Well Kevin, why don't you help us out just once more before you leave? After we release the slave, would you mind taking him over to the big tree so he can piss? I'll give you his control stick so you'll be in total control over it; all you need to do is push the button and the slave will get his nuts shocked. Just make sure he cocks his legs up against the tree just like a dog."
It took a bit for me to get any decent feelings back in my arms and legs and once I was out of the vehicle, mother nature kicked in telling me that I needed to pee real fast. Master Troy removed the rubber cover from my cock along with the tubing and collection bag. I quickly dropped down onto my hands and knees and followed Kevin over to the tree. He stood behind me with the controller in his hand; while I tried to raise my leg and piss the best I could. It was such a relief, but I somehow managed to spray a bit of piss onto one of my legs, which Kevin didn't notice.
If it hadn't been for the artificial illumination, we all would have been left in the darkness of the night, but man was it nice not to be so cold. "Kevin, why don't you go in and call your dad as see if you can stay just a little while longer? Jeb and I need to take a shower and get cleaned up and we also have to get this slave cleaned nice and proper and more than likely we'll have to shave him down as well. Maybe you'd like to hang out and observe how things are done" Master Troy queried with the boy's eagerness to be aroused. Kevin agreed and ran helter-skelter into the house to call his father.
Master Jeb had be carry the urine bag in my teeth as I crawled behind the two
Masters towards the side of the house. It was a rather large looking house, but not so big as so you could call it a mansion. On the side of the house there was a set of concrete steps leading down to the basement, which I had to precariously negotiate in order not to go head over heels and tumble into the
Masters.
The basement was well lit and the first thing I noticed was that we were in what I'd describe as a laundry/utility room. The floor was covered with linoleum squares that seemed to reflect the light coming from above. Along with the
normal stuff found in such a room, there was also a shower area, an old fashion tub and a toilet.
Kevin came bouncing down the inside stairs, exclaiming that he had permission to stay for three additional hours to help out where needed, since this wasn't a school night. So that meant, for me, very little except for knowing that this was either Friday or Saturday.
Master Jeb went through a door on the other side of the stairs and came back holding a round stick in his hand. He gave it to Kevin and explained its use and purpose; that being a slave prod, which is used to control disobedient or
disruptive slaves. Master Troy came up in front of me and manhandled my balls while he removed the blue band. Kevin took the urine bag from my mouth and set it inside one of the two laundry tubs and then proceeded to turn on the shower; after being asked by Master Troy to stand and watch over me while the two Masters went upstairs for a quick shower and a change of clothes. They also reminded him that he could touch me, but he was not to engage in any conversation that would require me to speak.
I knew that I wouldn't have much time to enjoy a hot shower, so I quickly crawled in and allowed the first few moments of water to simply rinse away the pain and suffering of the last week or so. Kevin stood there in awe, as I reached up and grabbed the bar of soap and began washing myself. If it hadn't been for the mild discomfort of the butt plug, I'd probably have forgotten about
it since I was so exhausted. It was odd to wash around it, getting my fingers behind the base of the damn thing. Each time a finger would make contact with the skin surrounding the plug, my dick seemed to respond. The amazing part of it all was when Kevin reached in and took the soap away from me and started to wash my back. It was almost like the boy was massaging away the stress and strain; it was most relaxing as the water and the back wash seemed to meld together.
For whatever stupid reason, I had never paid any attention to Kevin, up until
now that is. He was a rather nice looking kid, but the clothes he was wearing seemed odd for a boy his age. He had on a white tank top, with the bottom half cut off, barely covering his cute nipples. He was wearing the skimpiest of pink shorts, probably those nylon or tricot running shorts they wear these days, with the sides open up to the waistband. I was positive that he wasn't wearing underwear, as I saw the tip of his dick dangling just at the hem of the shorts.
The longer he took to wash my back, my cock and his dick began to harden. Being on my hands and knees shielded my erection from his view, but it was easy for me to denote his, as the dick head slowly worked its way out of his shorts.
It all ended to quickly, as the Masters returned; hair wet but combed, dressed in nothing more than a pair of shorts. They continued to amaze me with their looks and stature, not to mention the closeness of their facial features.
Master Troy told Kevin to stop the washing, for now, but he'd get another opportunity to wash 'all of the slave' in just a little bit.
I was ordered into the tub, as Master Jeb wheeled one of those hospital IV poles up next to it. On one of the hooks, hug the bulging bag of urine, while the other hook held an orange enema bag. What I'd assumed to be an air vent directly over the tub turns out to be an exhaust vent which Master Jeb had turned on.
Kevin watched with amazement as Master Troy took hold of my butt plug and began to extract it. "Damn thing doesn't want to come out. I suppose the slave likes it so fucking much that he don't want to give it up."
Finally, using a great deal more strength, the plug popped out of my ass; leaving the surrounding muscles open. The first time in my life that I was exposed like this, nothing like being up north in the cold water; made me further realize that these men, my Masters, were in total control of every aspect of my body and brain.
A small nozzle like thing was attached to the tubing and the bag of urine was
rapidly flowing inside of me. Master Jeb told me to dismiss the cramping and to breathe big deep breaths of air; allowing me to retain more of the liquid. It was only a minute or two before the entire bag was now coursing its way through my bowels. Master Troy handed the butt plug to Kevin and said that he could 'have the honors' of putting it back in. I think, I know, that Kevin really enjoyed doing it in front of the Masters. I hardly flinched as the base of the plug made contact with my hole.
I listened intently as they explained the methods and reasoning behind having a slave's ass always cleaned out; and I'm sure that Kevin was soaking up the
knowledge like a sponge. After several minutes they removed the plug and had me squat over the tub drain, which seemed to be as large as a frig'n floor drain, and expel the piss and anal slime. Since I'd not eaten much in the last day, there wasn't a heck of a lot to expel; but I had to endure another from the red bag which had been mixed with a mild form of soap, salt and baking soda. I learned, once more from listening to the Masters teaching Kevin, that the salt and baking soda help to reduce any major intestinal cramping. After the soap solution had gone down the drain I only had to get one more cleansing refill, as Master Jeb told Kevin that it is done until the water runs clean.
Kevin was asked to run upstairs to the kitchen and get a Crisco stick from the freezer. I was lost in thought as to what in the hell he was talking about,
until I found out that the frozen stick of Crisco was going up my ass with less resistance than either Master had anticipated. The feeling of something cold like that is something which is hard to describe except to say it was exhilarating for a short time. I could actually feel my insides sucking the frozen stick, causing it to travel further up my bowels.
Without to much else being said to Kevin about the Crisco, Master Jeb brought a garden hose over from the wall and handed it to Kevin. Kevin was instructed to first rinse the tub out; and then to rinse off the slave's body from head to toe. The way they were talking to Kevin, giving him instructions, reminded me of learning how to drive a car with my dad in the seat next to me. I had gotten the strong impression that Kevin was going to be involved even more, before this night was over.
Kevin politely handed the end of the hose to Master Jeb and then was asked if
he'd like to 'properly' bath a slave, and of course we all know the answer to that.
Back in the shower, I was commanded to stand up with my hands behind my head;
leaving me totally exposed to this kid. The next thing I see is Kevin shucking his shorts and shirt, joining me in the shower.
Every single movement of his two hands was orchestrated by my two Masters, which left Kevin nothing more to be than a living, breathing scrubbing machine. But, I'm sure he didn't mind the lesson.
Master Troy went up stairs for several minutes and returned; walking through that 'other' door.
After I was scrubbed from head to toe, Kevin quickly washed his own body, allowing my down cast eyes to see his penis standing straight out with the tip of it glistening with a drop of pre-seed.
The first thing that really brought me to my knees, literally, was Master Jeb
commanding me to thank Kevin for my body scrub. It took less than five minutes for the hormone enraged teen to explode a copious amount of seed into my mouth. It tasted so much sweeter than any of the manseed I'd savored before; but what quickly started to sink in was the fact that I liked this part of sex with another man.
After Kevin had dried himself off, and I was simply left kneeling on all fours to drip dry; the other door downstairs was opened and I was ordered to crawl through the entry way into what was to become my 'new home'.
I crawled into the room, still in the dark; but once inside with the other three males and the door was closed behind us, someone turned on the lights.
My first impression of what was registering with my brain, was that I was in the midst of a mid-evil dungeon. The floor surface was like bricks, real fucking bricks and there were countless items hanging on the walls, if not from the ceiling. The room was so huge that it must have run the remainder of the cellar. There were all kinds of leather covered pieces of weird furniture with what looked like iron cuffs dangling from each of them. Chains and more iron cuffs hung from the ceiling further in the back of the room; and as I continued following the men, I saw, not one, but two steel cages. One looked rather like the size of a jail cell and the other looked to be about only half that
size.
The big cage is where everyone was heading and I had no choice but to follow properly, behind. It had a thin foam mat on the floor, and it looked to be about the size of a small twin bed. Once I'd seen the galvanized bucket in the corner, it reminded me so much of the cell I was kept in while up at camp.
There was some leather things laying on top of the mat, which I quickly found
out were mitts for my hands. Both Masters quickly covered my fists with the mitts, leaving me feeling helpless. I was told to lower my head onto the mat,
and just as soon as I had, one of the three shoved the butt plug back it, and I could feel it make contact with the slowly thawing Crisco stick. My pucker snapped shut around the small part of the plug and I knew that, once again I was to sleep with it inside of me.
From beneath the mat, Master Troy pulled out a length of chain and a single iron cuff; which he quickly snapped around my left ankle. I had no doubt that the other end was affixed to the cage.
I didn't find it odd that none of the men had said any thing to me or to one another; as I knew that they, like me, was dog tired after being on the road for almost an entire day.
They quickly exited the cage and I watched as Master Jeb took an enormous old
fashion lock and snapped it shut, thus confining me physically and mentally for the night. I had much to think about, not to mention try and decipher and I was thankful that the lights went out immediately, but ever so grateful that they didn't find the need to close the door; thus shutting me off from the
world.
I could only assume that my Masters, after a good nights rest would conjure up a day full of activity for them and me; the question I fell asleep with running through my mind was, how in the hell could I have changed so much, in such a short time. What I mean to say is, could it be true what some of the men back at camp had said about me?
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