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North Country Chapter 20
The next hours and minutes were difficult for both myself and Kevin; as neither one of us wanted to deal with pain. Kevin, for not causing the pain and me for not wanting to feel the pain; as I was nearing total exhaustion from an already eventful day.
At least the two of us had been granted permission to speak; which was going to be the only way I could have possibly survived the dildo ordeal.
"I sure looks like you're going to have to take the whole thing up your butt, if you want the weights to lay on the floor", Henry said in a tone of voice one might expect at a funeral parlor.
"Let's just go an inch at a time and then we can see just how much and how fast I will be able to tolerate all of this." I replied, still gazing into Henry's face. "I don't think that even if you were to let go of the chain that I'd fall to fast onto the rubber cock. But, right now I don't want to test my theory. Just ease me down until I say 'stop' and then we can decide what to do next."
With a look of terror in his eyes, Henry slowly put a small amount of slack in the chain and I instantly felt the tip of the black invader pushing to gain access to my bowels. I'm guessing, but I don't even think and inch made its way into me before I hollered 'stop'; long enough to take several deep breaths and to compose my emotions.
Henry continued to look as if he were a condemned man on his way to a hanging.
While I tried my best not to show any pain, I could tell that Kevin knew that I was indeed struggling to keep myself from shouting out or worse yet, to cry. He started conversing with me, I suppose to try and take my mind off of the anal invader.
Just from listening to him talk, I learned a lot about him, his father and Ray. At least now I knew that Ray wasn't 'out' yet to his own parents, but he felt relief in just knowing that Kevin's dad was 'cool' with it; seeing as how he was also gay. What should have come as a surprise, didn't. Kevin told me how his friend Ray made him suck his cock, right in the living room, in front of Kevin's dad. They both made him remain naked the whole night and Kevin even got washed in the shower by his own father. Ray made Kevin eat his oatmeal from a bowl, on the floor, just like a family pet; and to make it worse, Kevin's father was sitting at the table, reading the paper the entire time. Kevin started to explain Ray's command to lick his dirty ass, but I didn't want to hear about that, so I told Kevin to ease me down another inch or two.
Kevin seemed to be giving me moral support and encouragement as the dildo slide into my ass. I don't know how or why he'd said some of the things that he did, but they seemed to me as if he was wiser in years than his actual age. I began wondering if it had something to do with the break up of his parents marriage or if it was just that he was a brighter than average teenager.
I began to feel the thickness of the dildo the next time Kevin eased me down. I knew it had to have been thicker than the one that raped me earlier today, and the amount that was already inside of me seemed to be 'filling' me up rather quickly. It wasn't until Kevin said, "six or seven more inches and you'll be fucking the whole thing", that I came to realize that I wasn't even half way through this ordeal.
Kevin, not surprisingly, asked how I came to be in this situation; and as much as I'd wanted not to tell him, he kept on being persistent until I started from the beginning.
There were several times, in the beginning, that I began to cry; as I explained the men and their brutal ways; making me suck their cocks, drink their piss and getting fucked. Kevin, somehow managed to maintain his hold on the chain and lean forward, licking the tears from my cheek.
I found myself re-living each and every moment of my capture and escape. It was rather difficult to tell him about the night at the car wash. I don't know the how or the why; but it seemed that I was describing myself in a way in which I discovered that I was putting a great deal of emphasis on the more pleasurable experiences and really playing up the ones that weren't.
Kevin seemed to be mesmerized by my words, describing the horror, humiliation
and degradation that I had endured. But what got me, was when Kevin quietly said, "I guess that there wasn't a real good reason for refusing Ray's order earlier today".
The next thing I know, Kevin's got me describing my 'teen' years and how my family got along. It was only when revisiting those years that I discovered that I just may have had some tendencies toward other men. It seemed that every time I mentioned Ryan's name, my cock twitched and my ass convulsed. The feeling of my innards being full with Ryan's cock seemed to overpower any other feelings and thoughts for that one moment in time.
Something told me to stop talking and to pay attention. What I hadn't noticed
was that during my entire spiel, Kevin had taken it upon himself to lower me
ever so slowly onto the dildo that I didn't even notice. I suppose that I was so in to getting the story as factual as possible that I never once saw him move his hands on the chain.
As soon as Kevin noticed my look of surprise, he chimed in with; "I just wanted you to get your mind off of this dildo fucking you. I didn't want to see you hurting any more than you needed to. And, I'm sorry for doing it that way if I've made you angry with me."
I couldn't be angry at Kevin; hell, I couldn't be happier and I told him as much. Then, I asked how much of the dildo was left to go and he told me about two inches, 'but they are the thickest I've ever seen".
"Well, what if you let go of the chain and just let my body weight take over? I really don't think it could be all that bad", I said, only half believing my own words.
"I'm not so sure about that, but I think you might just be right. Perhaps your body weight and the frig'n size of what is left just might take a little time for it to finish going in", Kevin replied.
I tensed up as he slowly removed his hands from the chain, and sure enough we were right. My body didn't slam me down onto the dildo. I could feel the ominous pressure that it was putting on my body, as it tried to ease into my ass. It seemed more uncomfortable than painful at this point. I watched with reservation, as Kevin got up close and looked at the invader ever so slowly working up my ass.
What I was even more surprised at, was when Kevin stepped away and went rummaging around the dungeon; until he came back with a small wooden box.
He carefully placed the box between my legs, mindful of the chain and weight
dangling from my nuts. I watched, clueless for a moment, until Kevin stepped
onto the box and got as close to me as possible. His cock was right in front of my face, and he simply reached over and pulled my face to his crotch; rubbing his cock across my lips, as it started to harden.
The smell of manliness, combined with the endorphins flowing through my brain left me wanting and desiring his cock. I slowly opened my mouth and eased my tongue out so that it would come in contact with the piss slit each time Kevin moved it across from right to left.
I wasn't at all surprised when his cock stiffened like a fine piece of lumber. I mouth opened as if it had a mind of it's own and started to engulf Kevin's cock. He slowly worked his hips back and forth, trying not to disturb my situation.
Several minutes passed and I got an ample sampling of his pre-cum, that I knew the 'main course' wasn't to far in coming. I felt him slide his hands from my head down to my shoulders; and at the moment he felt his cock erupting, Kevin put a small, but sufficient, amount of downward pressure on my body, sending it down to the very base of the dildo. Now I was fully impaled on this monster of dildos and I was still savoring the taste and texture of Kevin's manhood. I can only remember allowing myself the pleasure of a prolonged moan as the dildo planted itself firmly up my butt, but the sheer delight of having sex with Kevin outweighed the negative effect in my ass.
Just the knowledge of and the feeling from, having the weight no longer straining my scrotum was a splendid relief. I kept Kevin's penis in my mouth until he decided it was time to extract it.
Kevin seemed to keep it in my mouth, lying on my tongue for several minutes beyond his climax; but then it came to me, what was next. Kevin started with small spurts of his piss, hitting the back of my throat and then he allowed it to pour into my mouth at full stream.
I had no way out of the situation and could only hope that young Kevin had had his fill for the night. Once Kevin stepped backwards, off the box, I somehow felt a tremendous amount of relief. Seems impossible to feel relief with a dildo filling your gut but it was indeed a relief.
Once Kevin had put the box back from whence it came, he once again approached me; this time dropping to his knees and leaning forward, he took my left nut into his mouth and began bathing it with his spit covered tongue. After several minutes he moved his mouth over to the right nut and gave it an identical treatment. My cock strained to harden, yet with the confining cinch ring and the piercing it seemed nearly impossible.
Noting my 'dilemma', Kevin moved his tongue up to my shaft and began lathering it with his saliva. I'm not ashamed to admit, but his tongue did the trick. As uncomfortable as it was, having been circumcised twenty four hours earlier, my cock finally rose to the occasion.
Being a nearly impossible task to put one's mouth over the large Prince Albert dangling ever so prominently, Kevin took several of his fingers and slowly began to manipulate my cock in a manner such that it took less than five minutes for me to spew sperm out the head of my dick. I watched, amazed, as it clung to the steel ring; making a fine tread of white as gravity began pulling the sperm downwards towards the floor.
Eagerly and without prompting, Kevin got his tongue out and began to consume the manseed as it continued to form below the Prince Albert ring. When he was
satisfied that there wasn't any more, he concentrated directly on my piss slit; trying as hard as he could to flicker his tongue into the slit, as if searching for buried treasure.
I was now totally spent. I didn't have any energy left, as Kevin also seemed to be running out of steam himself. We simply stared at each other, as if waiting for the other person to speak, but no words ever came. Kevin went out of the dungeon, to the laundry room and quickly returned with a bowl of fresh water for me. I would have expected him, this time, to at least allow me the privilege of drinking from a glass. With his puppy dog eyes, Kevin held the bowl up to my face and I resigned myself that this was going to be the only way I was going to get anything to drink.
Only a few other words were spoken between us, as Kevin readied himself to sleep on the mat inside the cage. He gave me one quick, sad look as he sat down on the mat and reclined, as if he was welcoming sleep.
With the lights still dimly lit, it was a little difficult for me to think about sleep; even though my body needed it, but with being impaled and still suspended with all of the webbing I just couldn't find anyway possible to actually get what I'd call 'real sleep'.
Sometime during the night, I found myself waking up and thinking about my entire life as it used to be. As with everyone, life is never easy and having to make ends meet every month, plus saving money for later on in life seemed to be the focus of my thought process. It wasn't until much later that I began to compare the old life against the 'new life' and there were some, not many,
similarities.
It is hard for me to recall exactly what my thoughts were concerning Ryan, but I know that I had mixed emotions about the entire brother/brother thing.
I don't remember hearing Kevin get up either; I guess I was just to tired to
recall much of anything. I even wonder, to this very day, if depriving me of
sleep was an intentional act.
Kevin, when I discovered him up and about, was in the shower pissing down the drain. He finally managed to come over and see if I was all right and I quietly told him that I too, needed to pee real bad. He scrounged around and found the plastic urinal and eased it over my dick and I had no scruples about pissing into it, in front of Kevin.
Kevin shocked me, as after I'd pissed; he raised the urinal up to his mouth and chugged the entire contents down his throat. He scurried over to the laundry tub and rinsed out the urinal before placing it back into one of the wooden boxes.
"I don't suppose there is anything for me to help you with until they come back and release you from this contraption", Kevin said rather solemnly. "I just want to tell you that the only reason I drank your piss is because you took mine last night and it seems only fair that I return the favor."
"Well thanks Kevin. I'm happy if your happy. You didn't have to do it to make me feel better about you. I like you and I think you're a nice kid", I said with some feeling.
Kevin came closer to me and then the two of us just seemed to engage our two tongues as if it the 'normal' thing to be doing. For some reason, I wasn't finding this repulsive in the least. I, honestly, felt fine with kissing another man. Kevin tried to reach between my head and the chains holding me up, in order that he might give me a hug, but his actions sent the entire webbed contraption into a back and forth swinging motion; to which I told Kevin to stop.
Moments later, I heard the door to the outside stairs open and close and I told Kevin that he should quickly get back into the cage, for fear of earning himself some form of punishment.
Odd as it seemed at first, but Kevin's father appeared in the room and only giving me a passing glare, as he quick stepped his way over to Kevin.
I couldn't see the entire cage but I did see Kevin give his dad a big hug, but from all appearances, his father didn't seem to care to much for Kevin's attention. I know they both tried to keep their voices down, but we all know that it is really tough to do; especially when two people are at odds with each other. Well, I heard Ray's name mentioned several times, along with the words 'slave', 'boy', 'cumsucker' and lastly 'shiteater'. I didn't know if the old man was trying his best to piss his son off or what.
I'm almost positive, if that was at all possible, that I heard Kevin's dad demand a 'quick suck' before he had to venture off to his day job. The room fell silent, with me listening for any clue as to what was going on. Ten minutes later, Kevin's dad walked right past me and exited the house the same way he entered.
Running up to me Kevin, in tears, said, "I have to stay here the whole day, until my dad gets home from work. The only way Ray and I can be together is if
and when he comes over and has a talk with Troy and Jeb. Well, fuck, neither of them will be home until five tonight so that means that I have to stay here AND I have to obey every thing that Henry says for me to do. I don't think I'm going to like this day one fucking bit; not if it involves doing something to you that makes you in pain."
Minutes, few at that, Henry along with Masters Jeb and Troy arrived. It wasn't until the two of us saw the look of disgust on Master Troy's face that we knew that we, or I, must have done something wrong.
"Just who the fuck do you think you are!", Master Troy yelled at the top of his lungs.
I was mortified, to say the least; as I'd not the faintest clue as to what in the hell he meant by that. One quick look at Kevin, and it was easy to see that he was literally shaking like a leaf.
"Who the fuck said either one of you two scumbags could spew your filthy fucking slave cum. AND, who in the hell gave YOU (looking at Kevin) permission to abuse this slave. Just who in the hell do you think you are!"
Master Troy's face was redder than a frig'n fire truck. The veins in his neck made him look almost un-human, as the veins seemed to bulge out; as if looking to escape the confines of Master Troy's body.
The next thing I know, Master Jeb is yelling at Kevin for pissing on the floor. I felt so bad for him that if I could of helped out in any way, shape or form, I would have do so without hesitation.
Without as much as blinking an eye, Master Troy came up to me and I thought for sure I was about to get the beating of a life time. But instead, it turned out to be much worse. He took hold of the chain and began to relentlessly raise my body off of the dildo; with the exception of the last inch. Then without a word, or warning, Master Troy simply let go of the chain and my body weight once again began to impale me back onto the fucking dildo of death.
And not to be outdone, Master Jeb came over and began to manipulate the chains holding up the webbing so that my body swayed back and forth as it self-impaled. The icing on the cake was when Master Jeb, using his booted foot, kicked wildly at the dangling weight attached to my nuts.
Near exhaustion, starvation and ever so close to passing out, I was still able to let them know that I was in pain; lots and lots of pain.
Henry did nothing to stop the rapid influx of torture, nor did he even consider helping Kevin. The only glimpse I got of Kevin was seeing him on hands and knees licking up the piss he had spurted onto the floor.
I should have remembered the damn cameras catching every move and sound we made. I, for some odd reason, began to meditate myself away from the pain, the yelling and screaming; so that the only thing in my conscience mind was Ryan.
I started to wonder, if he was going to hear about this or was he perhaps going to get to see the video of my screw up. Either way, I was almost certain that I'd not heard, or felt, the last of this; at least not until after Wednesday.
"No food for either of these two fucking shitheads!", barked Master Troy.
When I heard the way Henry responded to Master Troy, I just fucking knew that Henry was enjoying every bit of this mornings session.
The two Masters turned and walked away, but not before each of them spat in my face, and called me so many names that they'd left me in tears.
Perhaps, if I'd not been so tired and sore; I might have taken their constructive comments in a much more acceptable manner.
I was now completely impaled, again, on the dildo, and my nuts seemed to appreciate the fact that my ass suffered to save them their pain. Henry stayed there long enough for Kevin to finish licking the piss off the floor, and to be returned to the cage, not to mention being locked in it this
time.
Neither one of us said a word; but I did manage to get myself twisted around enough so I could see all of the cage; as Kevin stood there, gripping the bars tightly and sobbing like a child.
The sun hadn't even come up, and yet we had managed to get the whole household enraged at us, not to mention Kevin's fathers little tirade of his own.
This had all the makings of what could turn out to be a very, very, long day.
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