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North Country Chapter Fifteen
Master Ryan's body smelled so fresh and alive, as I awaited his awakening. I had never, EVER, realized just how addictive and intoxicating a man's body could actually be until now. I was, however, a bit concerned with my deepest feelings for him, being that he was my brother.
Minutes passed like hours, which were nice in a way; before Ryan began to stir. I watched as his cock began to harden, and then I felt his arm moving. He picked up my hand and placed it on his cock; which allowed me, in the stillness of the moment to feel the blood engorging the shaft. Even his pubic hairs felt soft to the touch, which was more than I could say about mine.
Master Ryan moved and twisted his body ever so slowly, freeing up his other arm; and he hooked one of his fingers in a ring on my collar and eased my head down to his manshaft. With my head lying next to my hand, the whole situation seemed predetermined in his mind.
Ryan moved my hand and gently pushed the back of my head towards his cock. I opened my mouth as he continued to push. I was a bit fearful that he'd expect me to consume the entire length of it; which would surely set off my gag reflex. I could easily tell just how much more of his meat would have to go before such occurred.
The hand was taken away, and I closed my lips around his shaft and slowly began to suck on it. I wasn't sure, not at all, if he was contemplating an orgasm or what; but had it been me, this early I'd want to at least get my morning piss out of the way.
While I was still sucking Master Ryan's cock, I heard what amounted to muffled footsteps; and they sounded as if they were in the same room with us. Shortly afterwards, I heard the shower running; which brought Master Ryan's hand back down to my head, tugging on the collar and coaxing my mouth off of his shaft.
Without as much as a single word, Master Ryan moved swiftly towards the bathroom and I heard him speaking with Henry. It wasn't but a few seconds and Henry appeared next to the bed, attaching a long leash to my collar and rather crudely yanking me off of the soft sheets.
I was led down the two flights of stairs, into the dungeon; where I noticed Kevin hanging upside down like a side of beef. He had a hose coming out of his
ass, which seemed to disappear into the ceiling. The closer I was pulled towards Kevin it became all to clear that he was getting an enema in the most unorthodox fashion. It was so easy to see the ass slime and sudsy water which had been permitted to flow down his body, over his face and head, finally disappearing in the large floor drain.
In a matter of minutes I too was inverted, hung up and had started receiving my own volatile enema. It seemed as if the sudsy solution was flowing rather slowly, with gravity doing most of the work; getting the suds deeper and deeper into my gut. Henry went back and forth between the two of us, feeling our slowly expanding stomachs; anticipating how much more solution each of us could handle.
I watched and listened as the hose was pulled out of Kevin's butt. It was a moment in life that I'd never forget. His body was soon covered; dripping with
just about everything he had had inside is bowels. As I watched, I was soon aware that my own hose had been removed and thus the two of us shared the same experience; one in which I was not too happy to think about happening again.
While I was getting a 'refill', Kevin was being lowered to the floor, and then he was taken to the shower area where apparently he was receiving a cascading stream of cold water from the shower nozzle. I couldn't see much of the activity in my current state, but just from the sounds Kevin was making, I knew that he'd rather be showering with warm water. Without a doubt, my fate was sealed to experience the chill of the shower after I'd been cleansed from within.
I got two more fillings before I too was released and taken to the shower. I crawled passed Kevin, noting his position; which allowed me to see the results from last nights impalement on that gigantic butt plug. His pucker hole looked all puffed up and had been a bit closer I think I would have been able to see the pink flesh of his anal sphincter muscle.
Henry wasted no time in using his scrub brush on my body, bypassing the rings
and my sore cockhead. He remained ever so silent throughout the entire process. I wondered if this was just his way of doing things or if he'd been instructed. I had one thing and one thing only to remember; which was that for the next week or so, Henry was going to be my ever vigilant instructor during the day.
Once I'd been cleaned up, both of us 'boys' were taken to an area in the room
that now had a thin, vinyl covered mat. We were both ordered to lay on our backs, knees bent, feet flat on the floor.
Henry toiled away at drying my cuffs and collar, before he started in on Kevin's body rings. I felt sorry for Kevin as he let out a few muffled yelps as the cleaning solution and the manipulating of the rings took place.
No sooner had Henry finished with Kevin; he told him to 'assume the position', which sent Kevin scrambling to get on hands and knees.
I saw, close up, the mammoth plug which Kevin wore during the night, being greased up and slowly eased back inside the teenager's body. Kevin couldn't help but to moan louder and longer; until his ass sucked around the narrow neck of the plug; leaving the saucer sized base wedged firmly between his thighs. I too had to grit my teeth and mutter sounds as my own rings were cleaned. Whatever solution Henry used on my dick head, burned like a son of a bitch, but thankfully it didn't linger.
The same command given to Kevin was now given to me. I was astonished, frightened and near panic; when Henry set down in front of me the exact same size plug that Kevin was now holding. I'm guessing that Henry wanted me to see just how much my ass was going to be stretched or torn open by the gargantuan anal invader. He even made it a point to grease it up right under my face. I think Henry really enjoyed this part of his job.
As the plug finally touched my hole, I tensed up out of fear; knowing that such action would make it that much more difficult for Henry, or so I thought. The more Henry pushed, I too pushed. I found myself begging and pleading like a convicted criminal in front of a firing squad. Before I knew it, I was flat, face down on the mat; as Henry used his strength to force my ass wide open. What I didn't know, was that Henry actually used his foot to finally plant the fucking plug in my ass. I didn't know if the dampness I was feeling was from the grease or if in fact he had torn my flesh.
I lay there, gasping for air and fighting off the gut wrenching pain for what
seemed like an eternity. Henry was in no hurry to snatch me from the mat, so I took the time to get myself back in control. Now I know, first hand, how Kevin felt last night when he too was assaulted with this beast.
Turning my head to the left, I saw Henry rinsing down the floor where the two of us 'boy's had hung earlier. Turning my head the opposite direction allowed me to see the face of Kevin, which appeared to be smiling back at me. I wasn't sure or not if he was happy to see my face, or if he was just happy to be where he was.
Soon enough, footsteps were heard coming down the stairs and the two of us quickly assumed the position. Once again, I felt humiliated having to expose my
now stuffed asshole to whoever came into the Master Troy's dungeon. The expansive plug was still causing my body to react and the length of it could be felt pushing against my stomach.
The footsteps belonged to Ray, who sent two bowls of food down in front of us. I was hungry, but had no desire to eat; as long as my ass was still trying to expel it's latest invader. I watched Kevin devour his breakfast. Ray spent the time talking with Henry, and I continued to abstain from eating.
I found myself jolted, falling over into Kevin; as something tore through my nuts. Kevin was now beneath me, as I writhed in pain, screaming at the top of my lungs. My balls were on fire, my ass still flexing against the intrusion, and my stomach was trying to convulse and expel its bile.
As I rolled over trying to get myself off of Kevin, I caught sight of Master Ryan standing there with something in his hand. It turns out that Master Ryan
had used what he called a slave prod on my nuts; because I had rebelled against Ray's kindness of offering me a meal. I must have thrashed about for quite some time, long after Kevin had moved out of the way, taking the two food bowls with him.
A second and a third dose of the prod sent a charge through my cock and butt. I had no control over my bladder and soon I was rolling around in my own piss.
By now, my screaming and useless pleading brought Master's Jeb and Troy to the basement. Master Troy had an instrument in his hand that looked like a rubber ball on a flexible stick; which he immediately used to attack my nuts. Over and over again he landed the ball with precision. I thought for sure that my nuts were now nothing more than mush.
Kicking and screaming I was half carried, half dragged over to a series of chains and there I hung by my wrist cuffs with my ankles pulled so far apart that I thought they were going to dismember me. As if that wasn't bad enough, everyone in the room, except Kevin, found the whole scenario to be funny; filling the dungeon with hoots and laughter.
Henry quickly grabbed the hose and rinsed the piss off of my body; bitching at me for getting my decorations wet with urine. I watched, horrified, as Master Troy pulled out his small notepad.
"Everyone should select their instrument of choice!", barked Master Jeb.
I horror, I watched as everyone went over and began rummaging through the two
wooden chest against the wall. Master Ryan maintained his grip on the slave prod, but thumbed through the chests, just as did the others.
My eyes caught Kevin, huddled just off of the mat; staring in disbelief at the actions which had fallen upon me. The lighting made his watery eyes sparkle, through the sadness which flowed across his entire face. Apparently he wasn't involved in helping with my punishment lesson. Not a single man looked at Kevin, as they were intent on picking out some diabolical instrument with which to 'teach' with.
Ray now stood alongside Master Ryan, holding what appeared to be a thick, wide and heavy looking leather strap. Master Jeb had something that I could only
describe as a small piece of leather, with two narrow strips all affixed to a small wooden handle. Master Troy came forward, standing tall, with a sinister look on his face holding a whip. Henry held something in his hand, but it only looked like a tube of toothpaste.
Everyone looked at one another, smiling; then all eyes looked directly at Kevin.
In a polite voice Ray said to Kevin, "Come on little 'boy', I want you to join us as we all work together to teach this new slave the meaning of love and kindness".
Kevin just knelt there, his butt resting on the heels of his feet. "No Ray, I
can't, I really can't to that to him. Please Ray I don't want to."
The eyes welled up and the tears came gushing out as Kevin looked blankly at the group of men.
I glanced back towards the men and it seemed as if some faces showed anger, while the others displayed a look of disbelief at what Kevin had said.
Ray probably had the most to lose, by having his new slave defy his direction.
"BOY COME HERE!, Ray yelled at the top of his lungs; but Kevin was frozen to the floor.
As Ray moved towards Kevin, little Kevin seemed to cower even more. With one hand Ray grabbed Kevin's arm and with the other he reached over and picked up
the bowl of food which I'd not eaten.
Bringing Kevin to stand right in front of me, Ray shoved my bowl of food into
Kevin's hands. "The fucking least you WILL do is to give this slave his morning meal. A great deal of time went into fixing it for him and he's not shown proper respect by refusing it. I want you to feed him the food, NOW, and I don't want you to be so fucking polite about it either."
The next thing I know; Ray grabs one of Kevin's hands and uses it to scoop up a handful of the food. In one swift and deliberate motion, Ray moves Kevin's hand up to my mouth and shoves the food in; nearly choking me to death. I didn't even have time to think, let alone chew the food; as the second serving of food was fast approaching my mouth. This time I felt some of Kevin's fingers being pushed in behind the onslaught of eggs, bacon and bit of toast.
By this time, my gag reflex was in full bloom and Ray used Kevin's hand to hold over my mouth. I couldn't move, and my breathing was becoming nearly impossible as I tried everything I could to swallow the food and breathe at the same time.
What I didn't see until it was nearly over, was Master Troy standing behind Kevin; with a vise like grip around the boy's waist, preventing him from moving.
After I'd finished choking down the food, I was made to lick Kevin's fingers clean; and he was ordered to lick the plate.
No sooner had he completed his assignment, Ray yanked the plate from his hands and Master Troy lifted Kevin straight up off of the floor; carrying him kicking and screaming to the X frame, where he was quickly fastened with his butt facing outward.
"Had you followed instructions, your day would not have started off this way.
Now in order for me to maintain my status and control over you, I'm going to
have to discipline you. And, it is not something that I want or desire to do...
but I must... if you expect me to have control over what and who you want to be." Ray said so emphatically.
The first thing I saw was Master Troy coming over to Kevin and wrapping a rather substantial cord around the boys nuts. He turned to take an object of some size from Henry; which as it turns out, was a lead weight in the shape of a ball. It had to weigh several pounds, if not five or more.
No sooner had Master Troy knotted the weight to the rope, I watched him lower it a little more than half way... before he let it fall on its own. Kevin screamed like he'd just been seared with a hot poker, but Ray soon had him calmed down to a 'reasonable' whimper.
"Now, take this like a man", Ray said as he pulled the leather strap from his
back pocket. Just looking at the strap sent chills down my spine, knowing full well that such an instrument is going to cause a severe case of 'ass rash'. It reminded me of the times when dad would either have me or Ryan down in the cellar, bare assed, getting a whooping with one of dad's leather belts.
There was a whispered conversation between Ray and Master Troy and then Ray spoke to Kevin saying, "ten lashes and I want you to count them each out loud."
One after the other, the leather strap careened down on Kevin's ass; leaving a bright red stripe for each stroke of the strap. Kevin, manned up and counted each one of his punishment strokes, without as much as a single yelp, scream or tear in his eye.
They stepped away from Kevin, leaving his youthful nuts stretching via the heavy weight.
With everyone's attention now focused on me, there was nothing I could do except to await my training session for my transgressions.
From what I remember, it took less than five lashes across my back, before I passed out. Master Ryan's enthusiastic sense of domination played out on my butt as he fired off three or four volleys with his slave prod.
Master Jeb's lesson involved his picking my cock up by the new Prince Albert and lashing across the top of my dick with his small instrument, which he called a 'penis whip'. I had to count to twenty, before I was spared any further penile torture.
Everyone stood back, a step or two as Henry was the last in line to dish out his preferred method of instruction. I watched him, just standing there; as if he wanted me to say something or beg. The obese butt plug was trying to escape my anal cavity; which only added to the feeling of being totally helpless. >From his front pocket, Henry pulled out two latex gloves and quickly put them on both of his hands. He flicked the cap off the tube he was holding and squeezed an ungodly amount of the white cream into the palm of his right hand.
He slid his hand down the lower part of my cock shaft, followed by rubbing the soft, cool ointment all over my nuts. There was a slight odor of being mentholated, before the cream seemed to send a wave of coolness into my nerve endings.
About the time, I'd realized just what Henry had applied to my shaft and nuts, the heat started to build; but Henry kept right on rubbing it into my balls.
In a flash, I was on fire; the sensation of burning coursed through my midsection like a runaway freight train. I had little slack in the chains holding me, and every move I made seemed to dig my cuffs into my skin. My ass was now sucking the butt plug as if it wanted to eat the whole fucking thing.
All, except Master Kevin, seemed to be enjoying the show; at my expense. He looked me right in the eye, and I could tell that I had disappointed him; especially in front of the other men.
There wasn't much I could do or say now that would make a difference or diminish the pain. I found myself bouncing off the floor by my toes, from one foot then to the other. I will, however, take just a smidgeon of credit for not making much of a verbal fuss over my training session. I just kept my teeth clenched and did the best I could to utter as few sounds as possible.
Kevin and I had to stay 'strung up' for some time afterwards; as the men moved back upstairs. All I could see was Kevin's rump, ablaze from his punishment and his poor juvenile scrotum, straining from the stretching exercise.
Henry was the first to return; releasing me and commanding me back on to the mat. As I knelt there on all fours, Henry pulled Kevin's limp body from the frame and laid him down on the mat; his nuts still attached to the weight. I was certain that Kevin's ass wasn't to fond on being pressed against the mat, but there was nothing he or I could do.
As Henry was putting the implements of torture away, heavy footsteps came bounding down the steps, leaving the two of us hardly any time to react and assume the proper position; but we did it, just in the nick of time.
It took me a moment, but I recognized the voice as that of Kevin's father, followed by Ray. Ray stood off to the side as Kevin's dad sat down right in front of the boys head, sitting with his legs crossed like an Indian. I sensed from the short silence that his dad was soaking in the pureness of his son.
"Well, son", he said in a 'fatherly' way, "I see that you decided to follow your wants and get all of your body hair removed. Ray tells me that you were a real trooper, and that he was the one to shave you. Now, lift yourself up, so your dad can see what else is new."
From where my head was resting on the mat, I could see that Kevin was having just a bit of hesitation on his part.
"Now son, there isn't anything that you could do, or have done, that will upset me; so come on and let dad see the new you."
Kevin slowly rose to his upright, kneeling position; and I knew from the faint gasp I'd heard that his father was either happy or shocked by what he was now seeing.
"Kevin, look at you. You look so nice. I can't believe how great you look with your nipple rings, and look at your dick. It is awesome son. Do you like the new you?"
"Sir, yes Sir!" snapped Kevin, rather proudly
"My, and you're even saying 'sir' now. I think that you and Ray really are made for each other.
"Sir, yes Sir!" Kevin sharply replied
"I'm not so sure or even aware of why you have such a large rubber plug up your butt. It must have hurt like hell when Ray pushed it in. Did it hurt? Does it still hurt"
"Sir, yes Sir", Kevin replied with a little less enthusiasm.
"Well I'm sure that there's no permanent damage done, or else they wouldn't have allowed Ray to do that with you", dad said in a tone which reflected his seemingly happy state of mind.
"I hope you won't mind, but I told my date from last night about your weekend
and he seemed pleased that I would allow you so much leeway in exploring your personal and very deep seated, sexual needs. He mentioned to me that there are a great deal of parents who allow their sons or daughters the freedom to discover themselves. And I was thinking that if you wanted, you could stay just like this, even at home. I'm sure that Ray wouldn't mind, now that we've all seen you naked. Besides, you two men have the rest of the summer to explore and discover."
I couldn't figure out where dear old dad was going with all of this, but I'm sure that he must have an ulterior motive.
"So Kevin, I've got a little bit of free time this morning, before my date from yesterday comes over; so if you don't mind, and Ray has no objections; I think that I'll just park myself in a corner and be an observer for a few minutes. If my friend is still there this evening when you come home for dinner; I'm sure he'll be just as happy to see you as I am."
Kevin didn't respond to his dad, but I'm sure, if he could get away with it; he might just tell his old man that he wasn't going to be some kind of living, naked statue around his own house.
I think the one thing that surprised me, was the simple fact that Kevin's dad
didn't even bring up his son's red butt. Regardless of how I felt that very second, wouldn't compare to what was about to happen next.
Thankfully I was still maintaining my 'presentation posture' when the two Masters entered the dungeon.
"Sure looks like everyone had a good time chatting. Ray, why aren't you spending this time, training your 'boy', asked Master Troy.
"Well, his dad just finished talking and I wasn't sure what I could do. I mean, its not everyday that a boys dad is in the same room, watching his son go through a training session", Ray replied with a sullen voice.
"Don't be silly. Kevin's father is a grown man; an adult who has no more or no less of feelings and emotions for his own son than you, as a master have for your new 'toy', came words of wisdom from Master Jeb.
"AND", bellowed Master Troy, "I'm sure that if he desired a blowjob at this time that he wouldn't hesitate to avail himself of either of the slaves kneeling here. Come to think of it, I myself have a deposit of piss to make in your new 'boy'.
I couldn't believe my own ears, as I saw Master Troy moving forward, in front of Kevin. I was also amazed that Master Ryan had not spoken up in the young
slave's defense.
I knew that with the room now silent, that Kevin was using his teeth to aid in the exposing of Master Troy's meat, and it wouldn't be much longer after that, that he'd start consuming his first helping of man piss of the day.
"Up boy!", the words shattering my concentration "I only had to rise up onto my knees to find Master Ryan standing there.
"I think you should show our visitor just how well you can suck cock", Master
Ryan said with a slight chuckle.
Kevin was just about done being a urinal, by the time I had Master Ryan's cock in my mouth; going deeper and deeper with every forward thrust of his hips. "I hate to admit it Troy, but watching this sure has made my cock have a natural reaction and desire", came the words from Kevin's dad.
"Well, unless you want to use Henry's face; the only option available is Ray's 'boy', which I'm pretty sure can use the training", Master Troy replied.
Once again I'd made a near fatal mistake. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ray step backwards, leaving his young cock dangling out of the zipper and then astonishingly I saw what must have been Kevin's dad step in. I wanted to verify my thought, so I began turning my head toward Kevin; but needless to say, some of my teeth made contact with Master Ryan's dick. I heard a stern, demanding and upset Master Kevin tell me that I had just earned twenty lashes.
I resumed my task; taking Master Ryan's cock nearly down to the root; while the two men stood tall, talking to one another as if they were standing at urinals, making small talk.
It was at first an unthinkable thing that was happening right next to me, but in the same vane of thought, it was no different that what was happening to me at the same time.
Having Master Ryan move his hands from my head to my newly pierced ears, heightened my awareness of his status, and for some unearthly reason I yearned for his direction now more than ever. His fragrance, his total self, his cock, made me feel so much inferior to him now, than ever before.
With everything going on, I still, somehow, managed to listen not only to the
talk between the two men; but between Kevin and his dad.
The way Kevin was being spoken too; I'm not really sure how he was taking it.
His father, at times, even mentioned such things as Kevin being his 'new son', his 'cock hound'. Dear old dad even made mention of having a few parties of his own, with Ray and Kevin being present for his friends to admire. In less than two months Kevin would turn eighteen but the way his father was talking, Kevin might just decide to live at home with him; until Ray could decide if Kevin was the 'right one' for him. School or no school, it sounded as if Kevin's dad was going to make sure that his son had the ultimate in 'home schooling', but in a completely different manner.
It took some time, before Kevin got his tonsils coated with manseed, and it seemed even longer for Master Ryan to make his own deposit down my throat.
"Well Ray", Kevin's dad started in; "have you selected any kind of a permanent collar for your slave? I don't suppose you can afford to buy anything for him, or can you? I might suggest to you Ray, that if money is a problem for you and you can't ask your parents for some, that maybe you'd like to work for me part time this summer and then through your final year of school. If we could come to some sort of agreement, then we might possibly be able to outfit your 'boy' in a manner which would not only please you, but also benefit the 'boy'. Of course, we'd probably have to pay a good price to keep the slave in its proper condition, but I think the money would be well spent. I'm sure that the men down at the store would be able to help us select some nice things for it. Just keep in mind that such things as it having a sizeable plug up its fuck hole isn't cheap either. So you think about working for me, and perhaps there might even be some instances where you could offer the slave and perhaps even yourself to barter something."
By now, I was beginning to see some wheels in motion, when it came to Kevin and Ray. I didn't have time to think much more about it, after Kevin's dad concluded; just for the fact that I was now getting another cock eased into my mouth.
Time seemed to go by pretty quick, as Ray, Kevin and Kevin's father were heading up the outside stairs; to have a private talk by the pool. Most of the men left the dungeon for parts unknown, leaving me with Master Ryan.
"Just this once, I'll offer you a choice of discipline for allowing your teeth to make contact with my cock", said Master Ray in a rather 'friendly sort of way.
I had not even considered being offered a 'choice'; which caused me to hesitate to long, which ended up with Master Ryan choosing to use one of the leather straps.
I suppose that I should have been thankful that I wasn't attached to the X frame; as I only had to assume the 'presentation' posture to expose my butt.
'Count each and every one of your lessons slave, least I have to start over from the beginning."
By the seventh strike on my butt, tears were flowing freely, my ass stung like all hell and I was barely able to get out the word, 'eight'. Master Ryan was wailing my ass good. I guess what I'd heard about how he professed himself at the 'club' was true. I don't believe he felt the smallest amount of remorse; but I'm sure he felt power, and lots of it.
After the leather had made its last contact with my ass, Master Ryan simply used his foot to push me flat onto the foam pad. He stood over me for a few minutes before commanding me to kneel; which I did instantly, fearing another session with the leather strop.
By the time Ryan had sat himself down right in front of me, I could see that his entire facial expressions and his demeanor had done a one-eighty. He held my face, under my chin; making sure that he had my undivided attention, as his eyes seemed to permeate my brain's thought process.
I was, how you say, shocked when he began to speak. "Bill, I just don't understand you all that well yet", he started off. "I have so many feelings for you I don't know how to handle them. At times I love you and at times I loathe you. But, as things are now; there doesn't seem to be any reason for you to give a fuck, just so long as you listen and obey me. You'll do everything that I ask of you and you'll never question why or challenge my authority. If you do these things, like a good 'boy', then your life won't really be much different than it was before you left on vacation. Of course you'll look different, feel different and hopefully have a different outlook on life; but if all goes well, you'll even have a job outside of home. I've a friend that owns and operates an established dry cleaning business and he's agreed to hire you but only after you've been tamed and are not a danger to others. He is not in a big hurry to put you to work, just so long as when you do start; you work hard and keep your nose clean. I think he mentioned something about you operating a steam press in the rear of the store; which will allow you to remain properly clothed in your nakedness and he's even going to have a special attachment added to the machine which will allow you to work a full day without even leaving your machine. You will eat, piss and work at the same place each day. There won't be any need for you to take a break, use the toilet or sit down to eat. I think it's a fair job for someone like you. It will help build character and after work, you will be thankful for having a nice place to call home. But we'll work out the small details later, once you're slated to be removed from here."
Not that I was expecting anything at all from Master Ryan, but he sure wasn't
painting a pretty picture... so far. My ass continued to burn and my rings unwaveringly reminded me that they were now a part of me.
I wasn't sure whether or not Master Ryan expected a response from me; but I didn't utter a single word; as he continued.
"Now then; I need you to think of a way, several ways, in which I can explain
your current situation to family and friends. It's not that I couldn't just as easily come right out and tell them about you, but just for the sake of keeping peace in the family, we'd better have something more concrete, profound than just the simple truth."
Now I ask you, what is better than the truth; simple or not? But, since he'd given me the task of coming up with a relatively easy solution, I'd take my time thinking about it; just to make Master Ryan happy.
I watched, still maintaining my composure, while Master Ryan scooted himself even closer to me. Eventually his crotch was just outside my arms, directly beneath my face. I felt his hands gently begin to push my head down towards his manhood.
"I don't need you to suck my cock, 'boy'; I just need the sweat licked from my nuts. There will be plenty of days, weeks and months ahead for your lips to
savor my majestic cock", all said in a soft and rather understanding voice.
Once again I found myself struggling to pull down Master Ryan's zipper, but eventually I succeeded and used my lips to extract his hairy, well proportioned scrotum. I went right to work licking them; noticing how sweet they tasted and smelled like a bed of flowers. Ryan even managed to lean back, placing his hands behind himself on the mat; which gave me even more maneuverability while cleaning him.
I must have been doing a good job, just for the simple fact that Master Ryan's cock was soon bouncing against my face. Weird I must say, but if I had a choice in the matter, I'd have rather sucked his cock, just to taste the sweet, creamy textured milk from within.
I distinctly heard the 'pitter-patter' of small feet and it wasnâ^À^Ùt long before I realized that Master's two dogs had joined us. I moaned the instant one of their tongues began to lick around my butt plug.
"Oh so you like dogs, do you?" asked Master Ryan. "I suppose these two have seen their fair share of naked men and boys, just like you. I've heard rumors that some of the 'boys' even get to feel the full force of these animals. Now, don't tell me that you'd like to be categorized as an 'animal boy'."
I was dismayed and shocked to even think that Master Ryan would even consider
that I would like dog sex. "Sir, NO SIR!" I belted out, after raising myself up from his saliva covered nuts. I no sooner had said the word 'sir'; and realized it should have been 'master'. I could see the look of disappointment in Ryan's eyes; but my attention was quickly averted back to Master Ryan's scrotal sac just as one of the dogs took my place and began licking away all of my saliva. Master Ryan laughed for a moment, before yelling at the beast to leave his nuts alone. Then I was told to get my mouth and tongue back to work; which only sickened me, having to taste canine saliva.
Master Ryan had changed his posture ever so slightly and was now resting his torso on his elbows, using his hands to gently massage my head. By now both dogs were sniffing and licking me, which I had to ward off the emotional baggage that they presented.
I guess Master Ryan couldn't hold out any longer as he lifted my head and presented his staff to my lips. Even at his young age, I knew that he wasn't going to be able to have an ejaculation all that soon after having one just a little while ago; but I didnâ^À^Ùt care, for having your brother's cock in your mouth, seemed like the right thing to be doing.
I could only ponder any idea that I may have had about mutual sex. Am I not going to be getting any relief from my days and days of abuse and sexual torment? I could, most times, feel the discomfort in my cock as it tried and tried again to erect. The freshly cut skin, always bringing me to a 'certain' level of pain, that I somehow just couldn't transcend.
I enjoyed Master Ryan's cock for a little more time, as the dogs had scurried
back upstairs and all was quiet; with the exception of Ryan's soft gentle moans and whispers that were so faint that I couldn't understand a single word.
Eventually Master Ryan commanded my mouth away from his cock, yet to spill a second load of seed.
The next thing I'm told is that we also are going to join the others outside.
What really took me by surprise was when Master Ryan so carefully removed my
butt plug before we left Master Troy's dungeon. The gush of air that came flooding into my hole was like a reprieve from hell. But the most intriguing part of its removal was the amount of time, filled with compassion and caring that Ryan spent to wipe clean any grease that was between my cheeks and the words of praise he lauded upon me for being strong enough to withstand the anal
stretching. I guess the only word that I was still unsure of or should I say naïve about was the word 'fisting'. I could feel every millimeter of Master
Ryan's fingers as they traced over the ridge of my now swollen and puffy 'ass lips'. It was a feeling that sent shivers of excitement and raw emotion to my thought process.
"Time to join the others and see what they're up to", came the cheerful words of my Master, as we turned, he walking and me crawling close behind; both now inhaling the fresh, invigorating air of the outdoors.
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