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North Country Chapter Twenty Three
The stillness and the silence in the dungeon seemed to linger for some time, as the two of us lay together; basking, if you will, in the momentous minutes and hours which had just passed.
Had it not been for Henry coming in, we probably would have laid there for even longer. Henry quickly extracted the television and turned on a few of the overhead lights, although he'd made sure that none were to bright.
The next thing which happened was Henry placing a small, beautifully decorated box down on my abdomen. The box seemed to bring out a nice smile from Master Ryan.
"Before we get to the gift Henry", Master Ryan spoke in a rather soft, yet demanding tone, "I'd feel much better if I had a quick shower."
Henry immediately went and turned the shower on, adjusting the controls so that Master Ryan would be getting a warm shower, unlike my cold ones.
It looked odd, at first, until I realized that Master Ryan was expecting nothing less than for Henry to wash his body. Henry was out of his clothing in no time and then he was disrobing Master Ryan with the precision which he'd become accustomed with. Before I knew it, the two were in the shower and it was the first time that I'd seen my brother, this close, totally naked in years.
He had a beautiful body and I quickly noticed that his armpits and pubes were neatly trimmed. Master Ryan had a very noticeable definition to every muscle in his body, but for some reason I couldnâ^À^Ùt get my eyes to stop wandering back to his cock, dangling over his hairless balls. My brain sent me back to a few minutes earlier when those same balls had been in my mouth.
I felt funny, if only for a minute or two, until I realized what was happening. It wasn't a good feeling for sure. I caught myself fantasizing about Master Ryan, with me as his slave. But the worst part about it all, was the simple fact that I was suffering pangs of jealousy, just watching Henry bathing Master Ryan's cock and balls. The least they could have done was to allow me to wash my Master, instead of some male servant having his way with my Master's most intimate appendage.
I continued to watch, and the longer I watched the more enraged I became. I wasn't, however, going to allow any of my emotions or feelings be displayed for others to see or perhaps take advantage of. All I could do for now as to bide my time.
As if they'd been cued that Master Ryan was being towel dried, both Master Troy and Master Jeb arrived, accompanied by Kevin's dad, Ray and lastly Kevin; who was now crawling on all fours.
No sooner had I been surrounded by the males, except for Kevin, Henry produced a small battery operated drill. He made quick work of drilling out the funky screw which held my cinch ring together after which he carefully removed it. The joy that flooded though my veins, for having the heavy object removed was almost to much for me; and my cock began to rise as if it were the morning sun.
My erection didn't go unnoticed, but it was rather embarrassing as the males began laughing and making comments about putting the cinch ring back on while my dick was stiff. Even Master Ryan found it amusing, but his smile seemed to surpass all of the laughter from the others.
Henry made notice of the growth of hair which had been hidden by the cinch ring and then he quickly assembled the required items to shave it down to skin.
"Well, my slave, I'm sure that not having the added weight on your balls and cock must seem like a great relief". Master Ryan said, still with his smile. "But unfortunately, slaves around here must be kept cinched and caged; so I've bought you a present to celebrate your 'birthday'. Yes your 'birthday' which will forever, from this day on, remind you of your place in the world. Today, you are born into the life which you've been ordained to live."
The apparent look that I'd given to Master Ryan apparently indicated that I understood completely. Not that I wanted to have my 'package' all trussed up in steel, but what else could I have done.
All eyes seemed to be glued to the package that Master Ryan was now opening. He made everyone laugh, again, as he had taken the bow from the gift and stuck it to the tip of my pierced nose. I'm sure that I must've looked quite silly.
There were ooo's and ahh's as he withdrew the contents on the box. At first, until it was explained to me; I had no earthly frig'n idea what in the hell he was holding in his hand.
I felt as if I was the odd man out, about now, as Master Ryan asked Henry for some kind of pliers. And as Henry came back with them, I was still bewildered as to what function they had. I didn't have to wait long to find out.
Master Ryan simply placed the pliers within the circle of my dick ring and spread it open enough so that the large ball fell into his hand. Then, the whole group of men seemed to lean in even further as Master Ryan took his 'gift' and seemed to slide one part of it over the rounded steel of the dick ring. Then it all went rather quickly.
I watched, not in fear, but with a certain amount of nervousness, as this stainless steel object was placed over my cock shaft. There was one part that I knew. It was the part of the 'gift' that was the new replacement for my cinch ring. The entire contraption seemed to have been hinged in several places.
I felt the soft warmth of Master Ryan's hands as he fondled with my cock and balls, so that the ring part of the gift didn't end up pinching any of my skin. There wasn't any time for my cock to re-erect, as one part of the gift was closed over the top of the shaft and clicking shut with the lower half of the gift.
"Now for the hard part", Master Ryan said as he began working my nuts down into my sac.
Just from the frown and glare in his eyes I knew he was intent on getting his 'gift' firmly affixed to my body.
"They all say that the latest, is always the greatest; but this damn thing isn't the easiest thing to put on a slave", Master Ryan said to the others; now with more of a smile on his face than before.
By now I could feel the skin of my sac being pulled away, mercilessly, from my body; while Master Ryan's other hand was holding my balls firmly in their place. Finally I heard the loud click and knew that at least that part was over with. My balls continued to ache, as Master Ryan kept messing with what he said was the 'last piece of the puzzle'.
I could begin to feel Master Ryan's hand pulling, or at least trying to pull my balls to either side of my sac, and then I heard the last click of the gift; long before I'd realized what he just put onto my body.
I saw Henry hand the bead of the dick ring back to Master Ryan and I could actually see, now, that he was 'fishing the ring though the end of the steel cage. Instantly the bead was pushed back in place, just by Master Ryan sheer strength.
Once he removed his hands, all I could see was my cock pointing skyward; encased in a stainless steel cage. My cock wasn't even hard, but yet it pointed up. What I'd come to realize was that everything that I was once rather proud of, was now enclosed in steel. Even though the new cinch ring seemed thinner, it was still at least an inch wide. The cage over my cock, allowed me to see it; although it was now impossible for me to be able to touch it. And, there was now a one inch band just below my cock root; not to mention that there was also a one inch band separating each of my nuts. My entire manhood was now securely in place, as Master Ryan had so wanted it to be.
All of the men were given ample time to inspect my 'gift'; and I must say that when they moved the cock cage around, it was rather uncomfortable, as it felt as if they were pulling my cock and balls out of my body.
Henry brought over a small mirror and held it between my legs so that I, too, might be able to see my 'gift'. It looked gross, to say the very least. Everything locked up in a shiny stainless steel cage, with my balls straining against the skin of the scrotum as if wanting to escape. Even though I wanted to protest, I found it much better to squeak out a small smile; at least giving Master Ryan the impression that I was pleased with his present.
Ray took hold of Kevin, dragging him up to the table to see my 'gift'; saying to him, "if you're a good boy, maybe some day I'll get you one of these things for your very own. You'd like that wouldn't you 'boy'?"
Kevin simply nodded his head in the affirmative, before he returned to kneeling on the floor.
"I hear tell that these new cages really make a slave feel the pains of any erections. Especially when their dick ring is outside the cage like you've got this one", commented Master Troy.
"That's precisely the reason I bought the gift", replied Master Ryan. "The only time this slave is going to get an erection is when I say he can, and then and only then will he really understand who has total control over the body. Even when I fuck him, and he starts to erect, it will hurt. And, even better will be when I toy with the slave's prostate and force him to cum. That should really be something to see and hear."
Now everything seemed almost like it did the last time Master Ryan visited. One minute he's nice and compassionate and the next minute there appears to be his darker, more sadistic side.
"Henry isn't it time for cake and coffee?" asked Master Jeb.
In a flash, Henry ran upstairs; and it seemed odd that he had remained naked ever since he washed Master Ryan in the shower.
Henry returned, just as Ray had filled up Kevin's stomach with a load of hot piss. The tray was once again placed on my stomach; from which Henry began pouring coffee and passing out slices of cake.
Amazingly, and yet rather nice, was Ray when Ray ordered Kevin to feed me my slice of the scrumptious looking cake. It tasted as good as it looked; and this time Kevin seemed so happy being asked to feed me. One could only imagine that he feared another beating had he failed this task.
When the coffee and cake were consumed, the tray was removed and before I knew it Master Troy was climbing onto the table. At first I thought he wanted to have me suck his cock; but from the position he was getting into I knew it was more than that.
With everyone looking on, Master Troy slid his shorts down and then bent his ass back towards my face. It wasn't going to be easy for me to lick on his ass, with Master Ryan looking on. I managed to fulfill my obligation, although it took a considerable amount of verbal instructions from Master Troy on just how he wanted me to 'eat' his ass.
Once he'd been satisfied, he climbed off of the table and proceeded to drain his bladder into Kevin's waiting mouth.
Master Jeb and Henry also allowed me the privilege of eating out their ass but Ray didn't or wasn't going to avail himself.
I think that the level of degradation hit an all time high when Master Troy had Kevin mount the table. I had Kevin's cock in my mouth, but not for sucking. Kevin was ordered to drain his own bladder, but he seemed to be having considerable difficulty in fulfilling the obligation.
After a few swats on his ass, and the threat of feeling the slave prod; Kevin finally succumbed and started drowning my mouth and throat with a rushing flood of acid piss. During the time that Kevin was emptying himself, he tried as he might to get his tongue in between the rings of my cock cage; which seemed to frustrate him, not to mention that the darting of his tongue had a rather expected reaction from my dick. There's no doubt about it, this cock cage was going to cause me a great deal of suffering and probably an even larger amount of being the brunt of other peoples laughter as the cock tried to stiffen in the confines of this monster like cage.
"Now don't you have your own present for the new slave? After all it is a special occasion", chimed Ray.
Kevin eased his body up, causing his cock to flop from my mouth, but it was easy to see that it was becoming hard rather fast. Kevin then adjusted himself, so that his butt was directly over my mouth and as he lowered it, all I could actually see was the base of his own butt plug.
I waited for him to remove his plug, but that never happened. I, by direction of Master Ryan was told to use my teeth and remove it. I had to really bury my face against Kevin's ass cheeks; as he didn't help pull them apart. Finally I got my mouth around the base of his plug and surprisingly enough it popped out quite easily. I let go of the plug, but it only ended up resting on my upper chest, being held there by Kevin's body. I could instantly smell sex.
Not being sure where the scent was coming from, I could only assume that it was from the slimy plug; that is until Kevin lowered himself even further down onto my face.
The instant my tongue touched his pucker; I knew that he'd been fucked. Fucked more than once, I might add. The now familiar taste and texture of a man's sperm was on my tongue; as I tried to work it up into Kevin's body. Kevin started to gyrate his hips and it seemed as if his entire body was now resting on mine. I had to focus on my own breathing as his body covered my whole face. My tongue seemed to slide right inside of his ass without to much effort on my part and the sperm seemed to be in ample supply.
Between the breathing and the constant swallowing of ass slime, I had little time to question myself or find the reason behind this lesson. The only thing that really stood out was the mere fact that Kevin's body smelled fresh, as if he'd recently been bathed.
The next voice I hear is that of Ray, coaxing his Kevin with such things like; "see how well the slave works his tongue in your ass." "See how the slave doesn't hesitate, wasting valuable time." "See how the slave cares not what is in your ass, but rather that he is pleasing not only you but his Master as well, by doing what is expected of him."
And although ass eating was still relatively new for me, having only done a tongue bath on a few, I found myself believing every word that Ray was saying to his own 'boy'. It was as if my mind continued its journey into that of my new world. I suppose that since I was always the type of person to study hard in school; doing the best I could, that even slave lessons were considered by me to be just another lesson in which to study hard and do well.
In what I'd call a surprise move, the pillow under my hips was yanked out from under me. It not only pulled my legs up further but for some reason they also felt as if they were spread out more as well. I couldn't imagine why on earth someone would have done this to me, unless it was some form of punishment for something that I'd done wrong.
Then, as I was getting used to the new position of my legs and feet; I started to feel a coolness, a cold and moist feeling covering my two exposed balls. The second surprise move came when the pillow under my head was pulled away; sending my head thumping to the mat covered table, with Kevin's butt plowing me further into the thin mat.
The cool feeling in my balls turned to warm and then to a mind altering, searing pain. No matter how hard I wanted to lift from the table and find something cold to extinguish the burning sensation; I was helpless, in all regards.
Moments later I discovered that not only were my nuts on fire, but also the sudden removal of the pillow had sent my tongue plowing even deeper into Kevin's ass.
I did my utmost to concentrate on Kevin's moans of pleasure and ecstasy along with even more words of instructional motivation being expounded by Ray; all in an effort to rid my mind of the torture that my balls were enduring. It seemed to work after several long minutes, which was a huge relief to my nerve endings. I for sure, never expected that a tongue 'fucking' would have been so exciting to the recipient.
Not that I'm a prude or anything associated with it, but I began to wonder how in the world Kevin could appear to be so relaxed in his naked state of being, around his own father. I couldn't begin to equate that situation with my own. Moments later, my face felt the freedom from Kevin's body; as he was instructed to 'dismount'.
What I hadn't heard, at least I didn't remember hearing, was that Kevin had been ordered down on his knees between my legs. I soon realized that this was to be Kevin's baptism, so to speak, on 'rimming', and it just so happened that the first hole he had to rim was mine.
Thankfully, the pain in my balls began to subside the minute Kevin's tongue touched my sore and puckered asshole. Moments later I heard Ray giving Kevin a few 'instructional' words, and then I felt Kevin's head making full contact with the inner portions of my legs.
The only thing in my ass could have only been some melting grease, and I for one wouldn't want to digest it; but, Kevin's tongue was working feverishly inside the puffy rim of my ass, darting in and out, swirling around as if it was in search of the Holy Grail. My cock started to harden but since the installation of my gift, the only thing that occurred was my becoming sexually frustrated followed by a persistent dull pain; which turned into a more stabbing pain as the minutes ticked away. My cock was indeed trapped in the cage and I saw no way out of it, for the foreseeable future.
All of a sudden there was a different feeling between my legs. I strained to look down, passed my cock cage, to see what was happening. I was unable to get a good, full, look; but I could tell that Kevin's dad was standing behind him and from the look and feel of it was holding Kevin's head even tighter against my ass. Kevin started to flail his arms and then I knew that my suspicions were right. Kevin was fighting to get a breath of air, as his face remained lodged right up against me. It was over in less than a minute, and I think Kevin had slumped to the floor as he father said to him, "you'll get better at eating out ass, the more you do it." For some unknown reason I was beginning to think that poor Kevin was going to have a much more difficult time at being Ray's 'boy', if his own dad was involved with training him. It brought back flashes of humiliation and fear, knowing what I'd gone through on my vacation.
Henry picked up Kevin's butt plug off of the table and handed it to Ray, but Ray indicated that he had another anal invader for his 'boy'. Ray simple moved down, huddling over Kevin and shoved the old plug into Kevin's mouth, thus silencing the 'boys' sobbing. Ray went out of the room for a bag which he'd left near the door and returned with a butt plug that looked a lot like the one that I normally wear.
Upon seeing the size of the plug, Master Jeb quickly ended all speculations that Ray was going to force it up inside of his 'boy'. Master Jeb suggested, opting to be safe, that Kevin spend time either in the chair or on the stool. After what seemed like eternity, Ray and Kevin's father decided to allow Kevin to sit in the chair. Such a decision brought praises and high five's from all the males in the room.
I suppose that Henry scampered off to set the chair up for Kevin, as little Kevin was now on his knees sucking on the cock of his father. Again, I was feeling a bit repulsed at the knowledge that father and son were engaged in such an act. But, far be it from me to complain; let alone think it 'weird' that such inter-family couplings could ever exist.
As the men moved toward the chair, I felt left out, as I couldn't see it from my position. I had a small degree of concern for Kevin, knowing what the first experience on the chair was like for me. Hopefully, Henry had set a much smaller dildo beneath the seat, than the one used to stretch me open.
I didn't hear anything except the hum of the electric motor, and it was then that Master Ryan returned to me and released me from my bindings and helped me down from the table.
As the other men seemed intent on watching Kevin's anal stretching, Master Ryan was quietly telling me to get into my cage; which I obeyed without any hesitation what so ever.
Soon I found myself on my back, laying on the mat; with Master Ryan kneeling between my legs. There was a serene look on his face, with only the faintest hint of a smile.
Now I watched in total awe, as he scooted even closer to my body; as he raised my feet and placed them on his shoulders. My eyes were locked to his eyes, but I felt the tip of his cock brush against my swollen ass lips. Then with the gentleness of a lamb, his cock entered me; slowly, without any rush to bury it deeply. The further his cock slid passed my anal lips, the closer his face got to mine. Soon we were mouth to mouth, while his hips moved in perfect rhythm; sliding his cock back and forth. There was nothing cruel, or mean about this act of love. It was as if everything was perfect between the two of us. Before long my tongue was trying to access his, while the constant pressure of his face on mine continued to excite my cock. It didn't take long for my cock to tell me that it was in agony, but I didn't want this act of copulation to end just because my dick was hurting.
Overcome with emotions, not knowing right from wrong; I slowly and deliberately wrapped my arms around my brother, as he quickened his piston action down at my pucker. I was even able to keep my eyes open, which meant that the two of us remained, connected via each of our souls. It is truly an amazing thing, to understand the term 'the eyes are the windows to the soul'; especially now, in this early stage of my life.
The other thing which was of some interest was just knowing how long Ryan could keep pumping his shaft into me without blowing his load. He either had strong will power or else he'd had plenty of experience.
Soft, strong, commanding moans and words likeâ^À¦ 'Take it all slave' and 'you'll make me proud of you some day'â^À¦. 'There's more fucking in the years ahead bitch'; all seemed to play a part in accepting the reality that my brother was now in total control over every aspect of my life. I knew that whether he was here or not, that anything and everything that others did with me was totally sanctioned by my Master.
As Master Ryan tensed every muscle in his body, I knew, but couldn't feel, the seeds of life being pumped into my entrails. I now totally understood the term of bonding between a master and his slave.
Understanding and accepting can and usually are two different things in anyone's life; but now they seemed to hold an even higher degree each and every time I think of those two words.
Master Ryan collapsed on top of me, my hands still wrapped around his torso and my legs now splayed out wide on the floor. Master Ryan's heart was beating so fast that I could feel it pound against my chest, as his sweat mixed with my own.
"Now that we are truly living as one, I don't want you to forget that you still have a punishment coming for your little escapade with that other slave boy yesterday. Just remember that I own youâ^À¦ all of youâ^À¦ which means your cock, balls and your beautiful ass are all mine. You'll not do anything with them unless I give you permission. Punishment is just a small part of your world now, and you should learn to accept it as if it is something you'd desire me to do; just to make you a better 'boy'. Pain can be a beautiful thing, if you really take the time to think about how it can simply turn from pain into pleasure for you. Learn to take the pain like a proper slave and not a wimpy boy. Once you've mastered thatâ^À¦ then it will be a pleasurable experience each and every time. Soon, I'll even be able to show you exactly what I mean, once I've gotten you home and am able to take you out to 'Lashers' Night Club."
Everything Master Ryan said was beginning to make sense to me, even though I was older and wiser than he. I wanted to please my Master and to understand what he says is a great step in the right direction. I could only imagine that 'Lashers' was just another one of the gay nightclubs in the city, but at least it would be a pleasant change from being surrounded by four walls all day long.
Master Ryan eventually eased himself off of me and headed for the shower area again. I quickly crawled behind him, without even having to be told; hoping that me, not Henry would be the one to bath his sweat soaked body.
As I made a quick glance towards Kevin, I noticed that there was not a single soul near him. He was all alone, while the dildo pounded deeper, harder and with relentless vigor up his young beautiful butt.
Snapping my head around to look on the opposite side, I saw all of the males standing or leaning against my slave cage; every single one of them had a smile on his face. They'd witness my Master deflowering me, taking me as his own; and I had not noticed them during the entire time.
Where had my mind gone? Why did I not see them? Did my Master have such control over me that even my mind, and all of my senses belonged to him, under his personal control?
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