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North Country Chapter Twenty Four
It was really sort of strange, being in the shower with my brother. How long had it been since we shared the warm cascade of water? Now, I was preparing to scrub my Master, with every fiber of my body desiring to please him.
I started at his feet, or should I say that I was 'about' to start washing his feet; when he raised the foot and informed me that the 'proper' way to bath him was to first use my tongue and mouth.
I began to lick his wet foot and then I took each of his toes into my mouth and sucked each one. I was casually reminded to pay attention to the small spaces between each of the toes; understanding that Master desired a complete tongue bath on each part of his body before the slave applied the soapy cloth.
Master Ryan turned away from me, just before I was about to lick his cock and
balls. I watched, in awe, as he put his head and hands against the tiled wall; which made it quite clear that I was to now clean his ass, as it was now the closest thing to my face.
I went right to work, licking his crack and running my tongue over his rosebud. It was the first time that I'd been able to spend any amount of time actually able to see Master Ryan without myself in some sort of 'training' situation. The one or two occasions that Master Ryan spoke, was done only to assist me in bringing him great pleasure.
Even the discomfort of my new cock cage and cinch ring didn't seem to deter my concentration; although having my cock sticking straight out when it was flaccid seemed a bit odd at first.
By the time I stood up to clean his chest, Master Ryan's cock was once again hard as a chunk of maple firewood. Master Ryan's armpits seemed to be the most delectable things I'd ever tasted in my entire life. I wasn't sure if it was just because I'd always, deep down, had this 'thing' for my brother; or if it was because I was beginning to accept my position in the world. There wasn't any hesitation on my part, but to be honest; the first moment my tongue touched his underarm hair I did have one fleeting second of my brain telling me that this was all wrong.
And, I was even rather overjoyed having the opportunity to shampoo his hair. Growing up, Ryan never, ever, wanted anyone to touch his hair. While I massaged his scalp, Master Ryan had held firmly onto my stretched balls and seemed delighted that he was still able to get both of them into the palm of his hand at the same time; squeezing ever so gently, just to remind his slave that he was in total control.
After all was said and done, I was back down on my knees administering a tongue bathing to his cock and balls and then finally to soap them down and get them all cleaned properly.
"I suppose you should get cleaned up yourself, but I'm afraid that your work for the night is not over with just yet", Master Ryan said, in what I took to sound like somewhat of a sympathetic tone of voice. "Now I've got to piss, and you know what that means don't you 'boy', so let's not waste anymore of my time."
I wrapped my lips around his shaft, none to soon, as a steady stream of piss began surging into my mouth. It still was an unpleasant experience for me, with the acrid taste and the demeaning sort of ritualistic connotation, but the cock belonged to my Master and I had no reason not to fulfill his commands since all were given through his loving guidance.
Dripping wet, I was told to assist in Kevin's lesson; while Master Ryan toweled himself off and got his clothes back on.
While I crawled towards Kevin, it was plain to see that he was in agony; with the machine ravaging his rectum. Thankfully, even for me, his mouth was stuffed with his original butt plug so that only muffled cries could be heard.
Once kneeling in front of him, Master Troy commanded that I should assist in bringing Kevin some 'relief'. The word kind of set me back for a moment, not knowing what kind of 'relief' I could give the bound slave. It wasn't until Master Troy told me to crawl in and suck the 'slaves repulsively shriveled cock' that I understood the meaning of 'relief'.
I was in between his bound legs and sucking on Kevin's cock in an instant. I was still in line for a discipline session and I didn't want to add anymore to the list of infractions.
Through his cock, I could actually feel the machine working relentlessly beneath the seat. The constant whirling of the motor and the spasms of the anal muscles was all I needed to feel through Kevin's shaft to remind me of my own two sessions with 'the chair'.
Kevin managed to erect in my mouth, and I even noted that his groans had started to turn to moans; while I slid my mouth back and forth of the young cock.
Perhaps it was the hour of the day, or for some other reason; but I wondered why they didn't insert the steel rod into Kevin's pee hole. Not that I thought it should have been installed, but it was just one of those fleeting thoughts that we all get from time to time. Maybe it was omitted just so that I'd be made to suck his cock.
The creamy and sweet taste of Kevin's sperm seemed to wash away any remnants of Master Ryan's piss; as string after string of his thick baby making juice
blasted into my mouth.
I kept my mouth wrapped around his cock until directed to move away. It just so happened that they also turn the machine off at the same time and the two of us were sent to the shower; with the entire cadre of men following close behind.
Just like it was a normal thing, Kevin scrubbed me clean; but only after he'd made sure that my insides were clean first. I, of course, reciprocated and then the two of us were led into my slave cage.
Not surprising, were the two butt plugs waiting patiently on top of the mat. One look at Kevin's and I knew that he would have a hard time taking it up his ass, even though he'd spent over an hour in the 'chair'.
"Go ahead and insert your plugs", Master Troy called out to the two of us. "You might as well get used to it, as from now on it shall be your responsibility to make sure that your slave hole is NEVER without something in it."
As I picked mine up and began to reach around my butt to start the plug insertion, I caught a glimpse of Kevin and he didn't look all that sure about his ability not only to be able to handle such a plug, but his own ability to even perform the required duty.
Even with an audience, I found myself barely able to insert the plug up my ass. It wasn't as much the size of it, but I'm pretty sure it was just knowing that men and Master Ryan were watching to see the two of us impale our holes on the butt plugs.
Ray began taunting Kevin about his disrespectfulness on not proceeding with 'due diligence'. I could see a few tears beginning to streak down Kevin's face and I could quite easily relate to his trauma.
After getting mine firmly seating in place, I moved the foot or so towards Kevin and placed my hand on top of his hand. I gently began to apply a little pressure to his hand, just to let him know that I'd help him the best I could, or would be allowed.
With my hand, weakly attempting to assure Kevin that he could do this to himself, he placed the tip of the plug against his pucker hole and in less than a minute he began to cry softly. I knew exactly what he was going through and I dare say that he'd be severely punished if he failed this one task. It soon
became clear that Kevin seemed to be baulking at the job, so with little thought, I eased him around so that his butt was right over the mat.
With one hand on his, and my other hand on his shoulder I rather crudely implied through this action that he needed to start and sit straight down on the anal monster. Once I knew that he'd gotten the message, I removed both of my hands. The only thing left to do was to get him to widen his knees so that the plug would have little to no resistance as it edged its way up inside.
I placed one hand under each of his knees and began to pull his legs apart. It must have been something to do with the law of physics, because I hadn't pulled them too far and all of a sudden his hips and torso simply dropped to the mat; filling the dungeon with an ear splitting sound that surely could have woken the dead.
Kevin was in pain as the plug stretched his anal opening, but there was nothing in the world that I could do to resolve his situation. I knew, and felt sorry, that I'd probably caused him to loose his balance and impale himself in such a sinister manner; but what was done, was done.
I wasn't surprised that Kevin lurched forward and wrapped his arms around me, hoping beyond hope that such an act would lessen his agony. I slowly placed my arms around his back and began to rock him back and forth. There was something internal, within my body and mind that for some reason wanted me to befriend Kevin and look after him the best that I could. I sensed movement from behind, as it turned out; Ray was coming towards his 'boy', but sudden stopped when Master Troy spoke out.
"Best that you leave the 'boy' alone for now. He is obviously in a great deal of distress and seems content for now to cuddle with his fellow slave. Besides, we have something which the 'boys' father wishes to discuss with you. So come now, and let them be."
I heard the now familiar clank of the cage door and then the clink as it was locked. Rocking Kevin and at the same time craving to hear the conversation that Ray was about to hear himself.
Kevin's father began by saying, to Ray, "I feel that there is some disparity here Ray. Both my son and I are gay as you are also; BUT, what the difference
is, is that your parents are not aware of your sexual preferences and your preference towards sadomasochistic adventures. Perhaps, it would be beneficial
to Kevin and yourself if you would have a conversation with your parents about your lifestyle."
If I could have shit, I'd have done it right then and there. I thought his words were awesome, almost forcing Ray to open up to his parents. And then came even more words which, if for no one else but me, seemed even more elicit.
"And in light of your beating Kevin for something which he'd not done for you, I also think that in order for you two young men to be together from now on; it would be in order for you to bring one or both of your parents over to my home so that I can meet with them and perhaps discuss the involvement between the two of you. You might just consider it more of a father protecting his children."
I also knew that Kevin had heard the same words; as he seemed to clutch me more than he had been previously to this point, not to mention a few sobs tossed in.
"Until such time, I feel in the best interest of my son, that the two of you not see each other; and for that reason and that reason alone, Kevin will be staying here...at least through the upcoming weekend. And then perhaps if you have decided that Kevin is the one for you and you do as I've asked of you, then I'll bring him back to his own house... but until then you and he will not be seeing a minute of each other.. So ... Good night."
I heard the stutters of a disheartened young man, as he failed in his attempt to speak in rebuttal of Kevin's dad. Then it almost seemed as if there had been some kind of great burden lifted from the dungeon, as Ray left via the cellar stairs, out into the darkness of the night.
Just as I began to think that it would be okay to let my arms fall from Kevin, I heard Master Ryan starting to speak, and it was aimed directly at me.
"What you just heard spoken, is something that you need to think about also, slave boy. Just how fair and just is it to have one man step forward about his love and devotion and not the other. It is something that you should think about and meditate on over the next few days and when we gather here again perhaps you and your Master will come to a decision on the matter."
The words rattled me to my core, but I also knew that in many ways that what Master Ryan just said to me was all true. I would have time between now and the weekend to meditate and even pray if need be on what would be the fair and right thing to do.
There wasn't another word spoken, as the men, excluding Henry went upstairs. Henry stayed behind to clean up from the 'festivities' and to slid a large bowl of water into the cage before turning off all the lights and leaving us in total darkness.
The darkness was the first time that I actually felt the rush of anxiety leave my body and soul. I had no idea that my brain had been in overdrive for so long, but the darkness seemed to signal the beginning of the end and I eased Kevin down onto the mat and continued holding him until the two of us feel asleep in each others arms.
Morning came gradual, with the two of us waking up about the same time. I didn't even hear footsteps overhead as in days past but I felt refreshed and somehow I felt wiser. I donâ^À^Ùt believe I even dreamed during my sleep as perhaps my body was just too tired.
Kevin and I shared the bowl of water and waited for someone to unlock the cage. Minutes seemed to pass into hours before Henry came downstairs and allowed us to use the shower for our morning routine.
Upstairs, in the kitchen is where we were fed and then both of us where herded outside.
My ankle cuffs were chained together by a short length of chain and Kevin was attached to my collar by a lighter and longer chain which Henry had attached to Kevin's left nipple ring.
"Now, you see that nice lawnmower sitting idle over there? It will be your job for the remainder of the morning to mow the backyard, while the little slave follows behind you."
I looked around for the mower which Henry referred to but only saw an old fashion reel push mower. I hadn't seen an old mower like that since I last visited my grandparents in Ohio. It was going to take a considerable amount of time to push the mower through the expanse of the backyard; but what the hell else did I have to do.
The sun, even at this time of morning was bearing down on us with relentless vengeance. Kevin was able to easily keep in step with me as I pushed the mower back and forth; but it was a bit more difficult to concentrate on going in a straight line, when Henry let the dogs out of the house to run loose. They seemed enamored with the two of us and I can only suspect that our sweating bodies heightened their sense to jump up on us, run around us and yes, to even come up and sniff our asses and balls. Henry seemed to be amused at the way the two dogs had taken a liking to us, as he sat under the umbrella sipping a cold drink watching us like a prison guard.
I hadn't a frig'n clue anymore, about the time of day. All I knew was that my body felt as if it had just been roasted with a blow torch and my mouth was parched. Thankfully, the last strip of the lawn was finally mowed and I quickly put the mower back in the exact same place from where I got it.
I was surprised that my new cock cage hadn't given me any problems the entire morning, but perhaps it was just something, that since I couldn't touch it... I didn't think about it. But it still stuck straight out at the prescribed ninety degree angle from my body, which made me look the odder of the two slaves.
About the time I thought about crawling back to Henry, he was already standing behind us with the garden hose in hand. A blast of cold water crashed against my body and I thought I was going to freeze to death but soon the cold water seemed to be a welcome relief from the heat of the day.
After Kevin and I were rinsed off, Henry removed the length of chain which had bound the two of us together all morning. Then we got down and crawled over to the table where two nice bowls of food awaited us, along with a larger bowl filled to the brim with ice and soda pop.
Poor Kevin, had eaten so fast and slurped up the ice cold soda that he 'accidentally' let loose with a gigantic belch; which seemed to be rather funny, as Henry broke out into a nice laughter.
"Since you two have done such a fine job of mowing this morning, I think that
the Masters would have no objection if you took a short dip in the pool. Just donâ^À^Ùt go messing around, because you two just ate and I don't feel like jumping in and having to rescue either of you", Henry said with a smile.
The pool deck still wreaked havoc on my knees but the pool seemed worth the discomfort. As we slid into the water, the dogs came over and sat down at the
edge. The larger of the two dogs seemed to have a much different look on his face and before I knew it; he was growling and knarling his teeth. I didn't
know what to make of it, but passed it off as the dog wanted either to be in the pool or else he wanted us out of the pool.
After awhile, Henry cleared the table and left the two of us alone in the pool. I suppose, looking back, that maybe the dogs were there to keep watch over us.
There was much I wanted and needed to say to Kevin, but without being granted time to speak; I had to keep my thoughts and words to myself.
When Henry returned, we were informed that our next assignment was to tend to the pool and since I'd already done it once; it was easy for me to brush the sides down, while Kevin used another long handled brush to sweep the bottom of the pool. It struck me that I had forgotten all about Kevin tending to the pool and the grass for the last several years for the two Masters.
While the two of us worked separately and diligently, I had time to think a little about what Master Ryan had said last night, but my thought process was constantly being interrupted by the sight of Kevin's body glistening in the afternoon sun. I was now, almost convinced, that indeed I must have some homosexual tendencies buried deep within.
By the time we'd finished with the pool, Henry had us return to the table; where this time we were rewarded, NOT with a bowl of water or soda... but a tall cool glass of sweetened ice tea. I almost felt indifferent drinking from the glass but the reward of ice tea surpassed my thinking.
"You've earned fifteen minutes of speaking, so make good and wise use of the time you've been given", Henry said as he scampered back into the house; leaving the two canines to watch over us.
I'd have to admit that I hogged most of the time; chatting up a storm with Kevin, as I rattled off my thoughts on Ray and my own situation. Kevin seemed to agree with my way of thinking, without as much as saying a discouraging word about his dad. I felt as if Kevin knew that his father was probably right in what he was forcing Ray to do. And on the bright side, if Ray really does care for Kevin, he'd be willing to do anything and everything he could to prove his love and devotion.
Just writing that last sentence down on paper, makes me think about the same situation I'm in, except in reverse. What am I willing to do to prove myself? Or do I even need to prove myself?
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