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North Country Chapter Fourteen
I was still in a state of disbelief, not even able to conjure up any reasoning behind Ryan's actions and demeanor. The only physical sign of emotion I displayed was crying. I certainly had every right to do so; considering the last
three weeks of my life.
Ryan was doing his best to comfort me, even to the point of kissing away some of my tears. He tried to comfort me, although I had an idea that perhaps this was all some kind of act, towards getting me to calm down. He did his best to explain 'some', not all, of the turn of events which led up to me being right where I was.
He told me about the phone calls from the camp, he mentioned that they were going to call everyone on my phone list and send them pictures of me, unless Ryan stepped up to the plate. Ryan sort of made it sound like the men at camp were bordering on the verge of 'blackmail'. He told me that they made him tell of things that he'd have done to me, if he was there at the camp. On and on he went with a diatribe of stories. Oddly enough, I could actually believe some, if not most of them; knowing Ryan the way I 'did'.
What started off as a nice one way conversation, started to change little by little; until Ryan dropped a bomb on me, saying things like; "I suppose you don't remember when you were about fourteen or fifteen and you and I took showers together?" I guess you don't remember how many of those times you forced me to suck your cock and drink your piss? I wonder how many times it was, that at bed time you'd crawl into my bed and play with my dick and suck it.? I vividly remember you saying to me, more than once; 'I can't wait until you're old enough to made cum'. How about the times when you took hold of my hand and pushed one of my fingers up your bum? Did you ever think that what you were
doing was having some sort of effect on me? No, I don't suppose you ever did! God only knows how I wanted to tell you that I liked it, loved it and most of all loved YOU. How many times I wanted to tell you that I wanted to control you, and not you controlling me. Now a decade later... look at us."
I didn't know what to think, or what I would say, if I could. My mind went back to those days of 'innocence' when boys, being boys, will explore themselves and others; as a seemingly harmless ritual prior to growing into manhood. Little did I know how it affected Ryan as he was coming to terms with his own sexuality; he himself coping with homosexual feelings and tendencies. How on earth could I have known that my actions towards my own brother would have left this indelible mark on him? Not to mention, that Ryan's recalling of these events; seemed to re-kindle the fond memories in my own brain.
"So you liked my cock in your mouth and up your ass, didn't you slave?" Ryan asked, as if he'd just went into a Jekyll and Hyde mode.
He looked my right in the eyes, expecting something of an answer; and all I could do was to nod my head in the affirmative.
"I don't suppose you like the body piercings and the removal of your foreskin. But I'm sure that you will come to like it all very much, once you see that each ring on your body has a purpose. I gotta admit that you look better in person than over the cell or even the computer photos they sent me. I've got them all cleaned up with a 'photo program' and they turned out a lot better; so I can send them to whomever I feel needs to see them. And, I'm sure that Troy will make me copies of all of your video tapes while you're here."
I sensed a bit of fear, knowing that Ryan had actually received those pictures and had plans to use them on the internet; if and when he chose to do so. And I was mortified when he brought up receiving photos from the carwash. Everything that I was put through at camp, Ryan had it all documented on his computer.
"And, let me just say that I've used the emergency key you gave me a few years back; so I could get into your condo. It's the first time I've seen it in a long time and man, do you have some fine stuff in there. You must have spent a fortune on some of the electronics. But, I took the liberty of emailing your computer with 'your' photos; so we can both look at them together. Oh, and did I mention that my apartment lease is almost up; so I'll be moving in to your place. I'll start taking my things over this week and then by the following week I can dispose of anything that I don't need to take with me. Your stuff is way better than mine; not saying that mine isn't nice, but yours is primo."
Something, once again, seemed odd and out of place. I did an instant rewind in my head of what Ryan just said and I didn't like the sound of it, until:
"Oh and I've spoken to our folks and told them that I'd be moving in to your place... with you; and they thought that was such a wonderful idea, seeing as we're both single. Dad made sure to mention that I better make sure that I helped out with the expenses."
I'm here... and he's moving into my condo; telling the folks he's moving in with me? I'm missing something.
"And, probably the 'good news' is that Troy and Jeb are going to help me decorate your new room. I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to be taking your old room; and the stuff in the guest room will stay; but the spare room is going to be your new room. You probably won' t need much of a closet anyway; so that room should suit you perfectly."
This was getting weirder by the minute; until I sort of starting putting two and two together, just as Ryan began speaking again.
"Now I know you're a smart slave, so some of the things will make sense to you, in time. BUT, just in case you haven't figured it out yet... You and me are going to be spending a lot of time together.
Troy and Jeb, along with Henry are going to see that you receive some quality
training this week and next. By they way you've behaved today, from what I've been able to see and 'feel'; you're doing a damn good job with your training. AND THEN, after our place is all done, including your new room; I'll come out and drive you home. Yep, home, just you and me... except when 'we' have company over.
The one thing that I counted on, you didn't fail me. Remember mom and dad always telling us boys to NEVER write our 'pin' numbers down on paper? Well, it just so happens that while I was cleaning up my new room, I discovered your numbers. Damn bro, you've done a fine job at saving up money. Sure is a hell of a lot more than I've been able to save. I'm just glad that Troy was able to bring your cellphone and wallet back with him. Not only did I see your bank card, but damn; you sure got some nice credit cards as well. I'm guessing that those men didn't use none of them because it would be easy to trace back and then they'd be in a heaping pile of shit. But don't worry; I'm good with my money, so I can be good with all of your money. Nope, that didn't come out quite right. Let me start over... "I'll be good with OUR money."
I could almost believe that Ryan was sincere. I knew he was good with what money he made, and he'd probably not squander my money either. But, there were still a million questions that I'd like to ask him.
All of his talk aside, I couldn't help but to continue thinking about the two of us, in our formative years. How could Ryan remember, what I'd put out of my memory? Is it possible that he is more correct than wrong?
"Now, I'm not sure how to handle Jordan and Vincent; but being as they're our
brothers, I'll come up with something to tell them but only when the time is
right. I don't suppose we'll be needed to say anything to anyone; at least not until the holidays, so that should give us plenty of time to bond. You know how dad is about us gay people, so I'm sure it will be a shock to him when he finds out."
I hadn't even noticed that Ryan had moved his hand down between my legs, gently soothing the stretched muscles, while keeping his other hand on my tear streaked face.
All I could now see was his lips coming down again, to meet with mine. As he gently pressed his to mine, I opened my mouth to what was to become a kiss to
remember.
There was no feeling of pain from any of my piercings, not even my new nose ring, as we exchanged darting tongues for what seemed an eternity. I didn't give my new collar a second thought as Ryan began to use his hand to massage my
shoulder. The only draw back to our embrace was the fact that this 'romancing' was causing my cock to harden, which placed a fair amount of strain on my freshly cut skin. The fading scent of his/my cologne made its way past the fresh nose piercing and into my brain.
I don't remember closing my eyes, but I must have; as the next thing I knew, the room was filling back up with men and the lights were slowly coming back to their original brightness. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ray, Henry and Master Troy make their way over to Kevin. The looming figure of Master Jeb
appeared on the opposite side of me, corresponding with the position Ryan was in.
"Did we leave you enough time to say what you needed to say to it? Asked Master Jeb.
"More than enough, thanks", replied Ryan. "I'm sure that what I haven't mentioned yet, he'll learn soon enough."
"Great! The rest of the guests have arrived and are upstairs enjoying some work by Mr. Thomas. You know how they all get at tea parties and Mr. Thomas is so into his work that he'd stay here till the cows came home; as long as he's got hair to cut and bodies to shave. By now, there probably isn't a 'boy' up there that doesn't have a cock in his mouth or ass; so everybody is happy."
"That sounds just about right", replied Ryan. "I don't suppose they'd mind if we brought the two slaves outside by the pool. I'm sure that they'd like to 'meet' them if you know what I mean."
"Precisely what I was going to suggest. It's been a long time since we all have had an induction ceremony and I think these two are ready to make a 'grand
entrance'. What's a tea party without two freshly shaved and ready to suck and fuck slaves?"
I felt my arms and legs being lowered, as I could assume that Kevin was being
released as well. With a great deal of help, I was finally down on the floor, ready to crawl behind the cadre of men.
"Here boy, come", Master Troy said, as both Kevin and I started to slowly make our way to the stairs. He was right in saying, that one day soon; I'd follow a command just like his dogs.
As we crawled up the outside stairs, I couldn't help but to look at Ryan's body, his butt to be more precise. I guess if I had to survive all of this, that Ryan would be the better of the lot to experience this with; that said, not really knowing just what and how in depth Ryan was with all of this.
Once back at the pool, I noticed an easy eight or more new faces. Faces, because there were a few butts that I saw and not their faces. There were a number of men enjoying the pool, naked none the less. A couple of the men were busy tending to the BBQ grill and another seemed to be graciously passing around a tray of sodas and ice tea. He was the first one I noticed that didn't have any body hair except what was laying short on top of his head.
Ray took control of Kevin, leading him to a not so crowded part of the pool area. Master Jeb and Ryan took me right next to the steps leading into the pool. There I was told to kneel upright and remain there, with my hands behind my head.
All of my body piercings were ablaze and constantly sent signals to my brain reminding me of their presence. At least the head of my dick was bandaged, but with the earlier erection, the bandage was barely hanging on.
"No pissing in the pool", came the directive from Master Troy. "You need to pee, kindly avail yourselves of our new urinal."
It didn't take but a minute before the first cock found its way into my mouth
and released a minimal amount of piss. I think he just wanted to be the first, not that he really had to go.
Probably six or seven more cocks filled my stomach with their 'golden nectar'
before Ryan came over and ordered me away. Thankfully, Ryan had me crawl over into the grass, which was a blessing in disguise. Not only did the grass feel so nice on my scraped knees, but he leaned down and said, "I'm going to stand here, so that the others won't see; and I want you to piss if you must. I don't believe in making a slave hold his piss for to long, it's just not healthy. Just piss through the bandage and then I'll go and ask Henry for some new wrappings."
I don't know why, but as bad as I needed to piss, I couldn't get a flow started. Ryan must have seen my dilemma and quickly knelt down beside me, shielding me from the others and began rubbing my stomach with one hand, while massaging my lower back with the other.
"Try and raise your right leg just a bit and see if that doesn't help you some" Ryan quietly said.
I did as told, but to no avail. Ryan started to add a little bit of pressure on my stomach and that seemed to do the trick. Once it started it didn't want to stop.
"I guess you like to swallow piss by now?" Ryan asked in a tone which I knew required some form of reply.
"Sir, no Sir." I answered
"Damn, with all the piss at camp, I'd have thought by now you'd be used to it. You need to accept it as part of being what you are. Some slaves even crave it. Some of the slaves here today, are probably jealous that you took away their favorite beverage." Said Ryan in a tone of voice that I felt sounded a little disappointed.
"But what of me? Would you feel the same way if I gave you a good health drink of a real man's piss?"
I couldn't lie to my own flesh and blood. "Sir, no Sir."
"Good boy. I didn't think you'd mind your own brother's piss; and I'm glad that you, a mere slave, feel that way. But, just remember that any, and I mean any free man has the right to piss in you mouth and you must eventually come to realize that it is a privilege, not a punishment, to have hot juicy piss flowing down your throat. Do you understand me?"
"Sir, yes Sir."
"And what is this sir business? Have you not learned anything from what I've already spoken to you about? Do you fucking want to stay here from now on? Don't you want to go home and live a good life? You'd give up the opportunity to have me as your Master, and stay here. You'd want me to have to explain your new world to your family and least of all your friends? Tell me now, what is it that you want!" Ryan blurted out in such a way that I expected him to haul off and hit me.
I didn't really hesitate, but I paused; long enough to collate my words so that they would come out, clear and concise.
"Si.. Master, this slave wishes to go home. This slave wants to live a good life with the Master and be the Master's slave." Jesus God! I can't believe I
just said that, but perhaps deep down I knew it was true. I had always loved my family and I loved Ryan even more; although I probably really never showed it or told him as much.
No sooner had I finished pissing and answering that last round of questions, Ryan stood up and moved to my front; telling me to kneel. As I slowly brought my chest and head up, I noticed Ryan standing there with his hands on his hi ps. "Well slave, show your Master how much you want to go home. Show your Master that what you say is true. Your Master needs to empty himself."
Slowly and with a great amount of nervousness, I brought my mitted hands up to Ryan's zipper. This was the first time that I'd really noticed his pants; which used to be 'my' pants. Had I visions of Ryan removing the mitts? YES! But he told me that I had to learn to use my teeth to slide the zipper down. I
slowly pulled the zipper all the way down; noticing once more, that he was even wearing a pair of my boxers. I took my right hand, shaking, and withdrew his cock. He had the most beautiful, curly and well trimmed pubic hairs that I'd ever seen. His cock, flaccid, yet something to be extremely proud of, was now passing my lips.
"I'll be nice, this time; and start out slow. But after this, slave, I won't control the flow. A properly trained slave should never spill a single drop of his Master's piss."
I wondered, ever so briefly, how many others were now watching the two of us.
Ryan was true to his word and squeezed his own shaft, thus permitting only a
trickle of urine to drain into my mouth at the beginning.
Something, Lord knows what, came over me and I found myself placing my two hands on Ryan's butt; pulling him into me. His cock, still soft and dripping man piss went into the far reaches of my mouth and then his piss flowed like a river. I had my nose and face buried completely into his crotch; feeling the pubic hairs and the softness of the fabric which covered his body.
Even after Ryan had long since finished pissing, he allowed me to keep my hands on his butt, while he kept his cock in my mouth. I didn't suck on his manhood; I just wanted it in my mouth for now, forever. Could I, would I, ever have the chance or the nerve to ever tell Ryan how I feel about him?
Finally Ryan extracted his cock, and zipped himself up. He told me to lay flat on the grass, while he went and got some new bandage wrap for my cock.
When he returned, Mr. Thomas was with him. The old bandage came off rather easily and didn't seem to bother me at all. Mr. Thomas picked up my dick and inspected it, noting that it was doing as well as he'd expected. He began telling Ryan how to care for it, as if Ryan was never leaving me. The next thing I know, Mr. Thomas is demonstrating the proper way to clean a new body piercing; and that, let me tell you, hurt like a son of a bitch. He did say, however, that 'the slave's reactions to the cleanings would subside within a day or two'. How grateful was I on hearing that bit of news. I think the worst one, was when Ryan started cleaning my nose ring, just because of the steel tunnel which ran from one side of the cartilage to the other. The ring itself just spun around inside the tunnel, which really was kind of neat. Mr. Thomas did the last cleaning, that being the Prince Albert ring.
Ryan was shown how to disassemble the cinch ring, for shaving and cleaning, but unfortunately they didn't leave it off. "You know Ryan", Mr. Thomas began, "My Mikey is in a tizzy because the slave here is in need of getting his nails trimmed and Troy sort of dismissed the idea. But, if you'd be so kind as to allow Mikey to tend to the slaves hands and feet, I'd forever be in your debt. Nothing worse than having a slave with the bitterness of a sour grape. Not that I don't discipline him, but he's always taking care of nails and his obsession sometimes gets in the way of his behavior. But, I love him just the same."
I was glad to hear Mr. Thomas say what he said. I could only hope that Ryan would accept the fact that a slave has feelings just like a free man. I began to wonder if Ryan had his own personal group of friends, or where the men assembled here the ones which he associated with. Either way, his friends were going to become people that I'd have to get used to one way or the other.
Mike came over just as fast as a rabbit, upon seeing Mr. Thomas motion for him. His dick just bouncing in the breeze, held out firmly by his own cinch ring. He was carrying a small, what I'd have called a purse; but it wasn't.
Ryan removed my mitts, as Mike knelt down beside me and his face glowed with excitement at being able to trim my nails and 'make them all pretty for its Master'. At work, we used to call someone like Mike, a bit 'swishy'.
Mr. Thomas gave his Mikey instructions, and Ryan left me with my own set of instructions; which happily included being able to speak, as long as it wasn't
in a loud voice which would be disturbing to the others.
Mike went right to work on my hand. He clipped, filed and clipped some more until there weren't any signs of having fingernails beyond the skin of my fingers. He took some kind of lotion from his bag and worked it deep into my skin, saying that it would help tremendously since I had to wear mitts. Then as he began working on my other hand, is when he began talking up a storm.
"So what do you think of Master Ryan? I think he is a living doll. I've seen him at the club many times, but then most masters there don't talk to anyone except other masters. And not to forget, the way he handles a slave during a whipping is totally off the wall. It's like he is a different person than the one we see here today. Like last Saturday, well he was strapping this one kid and he was really blistering his butt. I think he was taking out his frustrations from the whole week on the poor thing. Not to forget mentioning that he's never taken one of the slave's, not once. He's been offered a slave over and over again in the back rooms but he always declines. I'm thinking that he has waited a long time to find the right one. Master Thomas keeps telling me that Master Ryan always goes home alone. So sad, isn't it. But I'm sure that since he's seemed to have taken a liking to you that you will perhaps be his slave for ever and ever. Master Thomas said that Master Ryan has a brother who he loves so very much and without his brother; well... Master Thomas thinks that Master Ryan will be a
lonely soul."
I kept listening to him, as I watched him delicately finish up his work on my
remaining hand. Whatever lotion he'd applied sure did make my hands feel soft and smooth. I was surprised that he'd not found out or been informed about
who I was, but I'd soon let the cat out of the bag; after he finished his assignment.
I saw, once I'd turned my head that several of the others were looking at us, a couple of them appeared to be slaves. It made me feel just a tiny bit important; knowing that I was the newbie. Before Kevin started on my feet, he massaged some of his lotion into my knees which seemed to renew their vitality.
While he worked on my feet, he made several more comments about Ryan and one or two about the weights attached to my nuts. He even said things that were foreign to me, such as fisting; which he could tell by my facial expression were far beyond my ability to comprehend. Thankfully he didn't get into any details on those subjects.
Although I didn't consider Kevin overly attractive, he was a well developed male with many attributes. I knew that I'd sucked his cock, and perhaps even drank his piss, but I hoped that I wouldn't have to 'service his needs' any time soon. If we could just be friends, that would mean more to me than anything at this point.
I was just about to tell him about Ryan; when I saw Master Jeb approaching. Kevin just kept right on jabbering away about anything that popped into his mind; which he seemed to have an endless supply of 'gay gossip' and I was getting rather fond of him.
Kevin only stopped speaking the second that Master Jeb came to a stop; standing tall over the two of us. I watched attentively, and with a great deal of interest; as Kevin scampered to his knees and pulled Master Jeb's zipper down and swallowed a sizeable quantity of piss. What surprised me the most is that
there wasn't one single word spoken as to inform Kevin of the need for his mouth. It was as if some inner instinct had taken over and Kevin knew exactly what to do, without being told. It was amazing.
Master Jeb then knelt down behind my head, and picking up one hand at a time,
put the mitts back on my hands. I was finally getting to understand the need to have my hands covered (for now) and it didn't have any adverse effect on me.
Master Jeb and Kevin simply walked away from me, as if I didn't even exist. Leaving my head turned towards the pool area, I noticed that Mr. Thomas and one of the baldheaded slaves were setting the food out for all of the guest. The most interesting thing was that three of the slaves had food on their plates, as they sat away from the masters and two of the slaves had to eat from a metal bowl with only their mouth.
I was getting a first rate education into this life. Being able to see how some masters teach their slaves compared to others was an invaluable lesson; and I wasn't even aware at the time, that I was observing, comprehending and accepting the wide variety of differences.
Finally Ryan, Master Ryan, came over to me and sat down on the grass alongside my chest. "Is the slave ready to eat, is the slave hungry?"
"Master, yes Master", I replied
"Well, you fucking can't eat like this can you? Get your ass up and move over to the others and I'll find you something to eat. Next time a meal is prepared, don't wait until you are told to eat. At our parties, mealtime is for everyone and every slave."
"Master, yes Master".
I rolled over and up onto my hands and knees at the same time, just as Ryan said, "Come boy, come eat".
I followed him, until he seated himself with all the other men; and then I moved over to where the other slaves were eating and I knelt there, next to Kevin.
It wasn't more than a few minutes and Master Ryan got up from the table and carried a plate of food in my direction.
"Here boy. Your meal was prepared with love and affection so I'm expecting you to eat all of it." Master Ryan said in one of his more authoritive tones.
Ryan simply set the plate down on the ground, directly under my face. It was filled to capacity with remnants of food from other plates and some of it looked as if it had already been chewed.
I heard a faint whisper, "eat now, eat it all", and I knew that it was Kevin telling me to start eating. Having no choice, no say, in the situation; I lowered my head and started to eat. I was still forcing down the food long after
the others had finished and had moved on to something else, something nice, like splashing around in the pool and laughing.
Master Ryan came over and encouraged me to finish the food; as he placed a bowl of soda pop next to my plate. I lapped at the soda for several seconds before bringing myself to eat the remaining bits of food. I'd saved the chewed food for last, thinking that I'd get some sort of reprieve.
Henry came over and removed the plate and the bowl. Both were empty and I'd even remembered to lick the plate clean. I didn't know if I was expected to move or do something different; so I remained in my spot for quite some time; watching and listening to many of the others having fun. I could only believe that since I was one of the newbies, that I wasn't permitted such a luxury.
I scanned the pool and the surrounding area for any sign of Kevin but he and Ray must be inside the house or down in Master Troy's dungeon.
The party went on for hours, and my hands and knees were getting close to collapsing. On occasion, I had noticed the men, either alone or with another, exit the pool and go around the side of the house; only to return five or ten minutes later. Little did I know at the time that they were going down into the dungeon and helping Ray teach his new 'boy' a thing or two. It wouldn't be until later that night that I would see the results of Ray's lessons.
Before the party broke up, I was once again used as a urinal; not only by the
men but also by the other slaves and 'boys'. Two of them had rings in their cocks and it was a miracle that I could even get the steel ring past my lips and teeth. Henry began cleaning up with a little bit of help from Master Ryan. It pleased me quite a bit to see him busy himself in such a way. The sun had long gone and the night air felt so refreshing. Henry went around to several Tiki lanterns and lit them.
It was long after that, that Masters Ryan, Troy and Jeb all sat around a table drinking a big mug of coffee; discussing lord knows what. There was an occasional glance in my direction, but none of them seemed to really care if I continued to kneel or if I had fallen over dead. I could only believe that this
was a lesson in patience and humbleness.
After a considerable amount of time had passed, Ray appeared out of nowhere and joined the others. There was no sign of Kevin. Henry served up another round of coffee for the men. The aroma of fresh coffee was like an addiction with me, which made it difficult for me to deal with.
One by one, the men began leaving the pool area, except for Ray and Master Ryan. The two of them approached me and I was by now more than eager to be doing anything else other than kneeling.
Ray came up from behind and removed the weights from my nuts, saying; "I'll put these to good use before the nights over with." Master Ryan laughed and replied, "I bet you will".
As Ray strode off, Master Ryan began speaking. "So you've had a long day. You
still have your punishment session ahead of you, but I've convinced Troy to postpone it until the morning. That way you'll have plenty of time to contemplate your transgressions; but more importantly that will allow me to spend more 'quality' time with you. You'd like that wouldn't you slave?"
"Master, yes Master", I squeaked out.
"Well then follow me. We've plenty to learn before you sleep for the night."
Without the weights dragging on my nuts, it felt as if I'd been freed from a prison. I was able to keep up with Master Ryan without any problem; except that we weren't going around the side of the house towards the cellar stairs. We were going into the house by way of the kitchen door.
Henry was busy with the dishes and utensils; as I kept the distance between myself and Master Ryan to a minimum, not wanting to get a reprimand or worse. The feeling of plush carpet under my knees was like getting a gift of gold. We didn't go to far before we were climbing up a highly polished hardwood set of stairs.
As we passed one room, which obviously was a bedroom; Master Jeb, Ray and Kevin were occupying it. I didn't look but a second, but it was long enough for me to see that Kevin's body was nearly covered in red welts. His nuts were now attached to the very same set of weights which had hung from my own balls earlier. Master Jeb was coating a huge butt plug with some sort of white grease and I could only assume that Kevin would be screaming his head off if they tried to push that monstrous thing in his ass.
For some reason, the three of them upstairs in a bedroom didn't seem to generate any thoughts of a master/slave relationship; at least not for that one quick moment, as I continued to crawl behind Master Ryan.
The next room was again a bedroom. The bed had been turned down and the voice of Master Troy could be heard; attempting to sing while in the shower.
Just as we got to the end of the hall, a blood curdling scream filled the entire second floor. I could only imagine the pain that Kevin was enduring, if in fact his ass was getting ravaged with that plug. It was so loud, that even Master Ryan turned and looked back towards that room.
When we got past the doorway, I noticed a rather large bed, with copious amounts of pillows on it; turned down just like Master Troy's. There, too, was a small bathroom off to one side, along with the customary furniture assigned to a bedroom.
Not even bothering to close the door, Master Ryan turned to me and had me kneel upright. My mitts were removed and I was so glad to be able to move my fingers again. Standing there, as if not a worry in the world; Master Ryan began
instructing me.
After listening to Master Ryan for several minutes, it was now up to me, to show him that I completely understood his instructions. At first, for a minute or two I was extremely nervous; just for the fact that it was now just the two of us. There was no other slave, no other master, not even the family pets to distract me. There was the looming fear that Master Ryan had spoke of; receiving a 'severe' form of discipline should I fuck up just one tiny bit.
It started with me standing up; which at first I was a bit unsteady. I was able to look my master straight in the eye, had I permission. He was the same height as me, which is probably why he was wearing some of my former belongings.
Extending my hands, I began by removing the shirt which had been concealing a
most magnificent chest. There wasn't a single strand of hair anywhere on his
chest; which for some reason brought back memories of Master Ryan's early years.
After taking off his shirt, placing it properly on a clothes hanger; I knelt down and removed his shoes and socks. For a moment, I had to smile; as I'd have thought that Mike had worked on Master Ryan's toenails. They were perfectly trimmed.
While still on my knees, I reached in and unbuckled Master Ryan's belt, slide
down the zipper and eased the pants down to his feet; after which he stepped out of them and I placed them on a clothes hanger as well.
The last vestige of his clothes, the Hilfiger shorts, slide off his lithe body with ease. His cock was even more impressive than I had realized, now that he was completely naked in front of me. Funny, how clothes can be a deceptive
addition.
So far, so good. Master Ryan didn't need to correct any of my actions, yet. He simply turned away from me and proceeded to enter the bathroom.
I quickly followed, admiring his muscular frame, yet so supple and soft to the touch. The first thing I had to do, was to get the shower water going, and it had to be just the perfect temperature for my master. I fiddled around with the controls for a minute and then properly announced to Master Ryan, "Master's shower is ready".
Whew, was I happy to see him happy with the water temperature. Another small victory for Master Ryan's new slave 'boy'. I watched, almost transfixed on his body, his whole body; as he turned around slowly, wetting down his entire body.
As Master Ryan took one small step back, I knew that it was the signal for me to enter the shower also. I'd no sooner gotten in the shower when yet; another flash of memory came flooding into my brain. This was as if I was reliving the past.
Even though I was on my knees, the water felt so good that it over powered the soreness I was experiencing. I knew from Master Ryan's instructions what he
expected and there was no give and take.
I reached for the soap, at the same time I put my mouth over his cock. While his flaccid shaft was lying dormant in my mouth, I was required to use both of my hands to wash the lower half of his body. Master Ryan's cock began to harden the minute my slippery, soap hand began to wash his balls. It jerked so violently in my mouth that it started bouncing up and down against the roof of my mouth. I could remember the first time I had Ryan's little dick in my mouth, and felt it react nearly in the same manner. I remember that he even experienced his first orgasm that night as well; all though it was a 'dry' one.
By the time my hands were wrapped around his body, washing the crevice of his
firm butt; his cock exploded with volley after volley of his seed. He still had the sensitive cock head, and soon he had to withdrawn his cock. I remember when it was all over, the first time, and he actually yelped from the sudden discomfort one may experience with prolong attention after ejaculation.
I scooted around, and bent down to wash his feet; when I felt a sudden change in the water hitting my back. The odor in the shower quickly changed and I'd
realized that Master Ryan was pissing; lording his confidence, power and control over me.
Before I got to my feet Ryan turned around, exposing his backside to the spray of water. I watched him lean forward, putting his hands against the tiled wall; exposing his ass to my face.
Once again I had to show my obedience, my submission and my willingness to my
own flesh and blood. My hands parted his cheeks, as my tongue found Master Ryan's rosebud; and I licked it for a few seconds, before he stood tall.
After I'd stood up, I washed the remaining upper portion of his body, finishing up by shampooing his hair. There was simply no way that I could tend to my
duties without occasionally making eye contact with him; and each time it occurred I saw nothing but a man who seemed content, happy and overjoyed.
He had the same look in his eyes that I'd had when Ryan sucked my cock, tongued my ass and washed my body. Funny, of sorts, the old saying... 'what goes around...comes around.'
I think what surprised me the most about our current shower situation was that after Master Ryan was washed clean, he seemed rather happy to wash my body. He didn't linger on any one part of my body; but it was nice to feel his hands glide effortlessly over every inch. I'm pretty sure that when he applied shampoo to my head, he was mocking my current state of baldness, but it felt nice just the same.
With everything we had just done, I can't imagine Master Ryan having a mean streak in his body; as if to say that Mike is/was just making up a story as he
went along. If it hadn't been for all the crap I went through in Maine, I would almost think that Ryan was just helping to bring out the real me.
I stepped out of the shower first, grabbing one of the fresh towels for drying Master Ryan. I only used the towel to pat the water from his body, as he'd informed me that he hated to feel a towel 'rubbing' against his skin. After Master Ryan was dried off, I used the same towel to collect any remaining water on my own body.
As Master Ryan walked back into the bedroom, I crawled along; noticing how the light bounced off of his body, as if highlighting the masculinity of his entire being.
When we got close to the bed, Master Ryan turned back around; the look on his
face had changed. He yelled at me to return to the bathroom and "properly tend to the drying of my cuffs and collar". I felt like a scolded puppy, as I went back and took my time to properly dry off the metal ornaments.
By the time I returned Master Ryan was sitting on the side of the bed, patting the mattress with his hand. His facial expression hadn't changed all that much, so I kinda figured I was going to be feeling his wrath. "Up boy, come sit here", Master Ryan said to me.
I quickly rose up and placed my butt right where his hand had indicated. The softness of the bed had been the best feeling I'd had in weeks. I almost believed that I was once again a human being.
"Now we've got to tend to your decorations, and your dick. Sure wouldn't want
you to have to endure the pain and discomfort of getting them all infected now, would we", Master Ryan said as he slowly eased me back down onto the mattress.
One by one, he tended to my rings with the supplies that Mr. Thomas had left him. I only had to lay there and allow him the access to any and all of me. I
kept my eyes closed the entire time, as I'd not wanted him to see that I was
watching him. But keeping my eyes closed, prevented me from seeing Henry come into the room and set a small tray table up which had some rather cruel looking things on it.
This time, the cleaning of the rings and the redressing of my cock didn't really hurt like I had expected it too. It probably took about twenty minutes for Master Ryan to accomplish his task.
When Master Ryan finally spoke again, I was actually shocked to hear him say,
"Now that we've got that all done up nicely, I'd suggest we get some sleep".
I half expected him to take me back downstairs to the dungeon, but instead he
told me to move over to the other side of the bed. It was then, while I sat up to move, that I noticed the tray sitting not to far away.
"You needn't worry about those things; unless, that is, if you try to be stubborn or try to run off." Master Ryan said the moment he saw me starring at them. As my eyes moved back towards the bed, I noticed that Henry had been laying on a cot right outside of the bedroom door. I'm guessing he was going to sleep there as sort of an added precaution; considering that Kevin and I were...
unfettered so to say.
I laid there, looking up at the ceiling, while Master Ryan went to turn off the lights and to half close the door; thus blocking out a great deal of light.
Upon his return, he gently laid himself down into the bed. "This brings back a lot of memories for me. I don't suppose you remember all the years that we had to share the same bed while we were growing up".
Just to hear him say something like that, gave me another indication that there was more to all of this than he or anyone else was letting on.
I couldn't sleep, even though I was exhausted. It wasn't the bed, nor was it my current situation that kept me awake. It was all things, big and small that swept through my mind that had occurred this day and all the things I heard and witnessed that seemed to play over and over again in my mind.
I soon became tired enough to desire sleep, as my body had finally slowed down from the helter skelter pace of the day. I could even for the first time, actually detect the weight of my cuffs and collar, not forgetting the heavy metal band around my cock and balls. I reached down and cupped them, and it felt weird in some ways, nice in another way that they were hairless. My hands were a lot softer, now that they had a nice massage. I managed to touch just about every inch of my body that I could, without disturbing Master Ryan.
I finally succumbed to the true darkness and peace of sleep.
When I woke up, my arm was over Master Ryan's chest and my head was nestled ever so gently against Master Ryan's face. I lay there, still; frozen in time, watching Master Ryan's chest rise and fall. The dawn of the new day began to lighten up the room ever so slowly. The door to our room was wide open, yet the darkness of the hallway signaled no activity from anywhere else.
Barely, I could see the massive erection on Master Ryan; and for a split second I desired, wanted, needed to reach out and touch it with my lips.
To Be continued...
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