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North Country Chapter Twenty Eight
Bowing at the waist, with his nipple rings dangling down, the man at the door quite politely greeted Masters Troy and Jeb; saying nothing to or about their slave boy Paul, after which he shook hands with Henry and gave him a comforting pat on his upper back.
I watched as the doorman opened up the door, thinking I'd hear a blast of music and voices coming from within; but none of that occurred. Apparently the outer door was only a way in which to protect the patrons of the club from unwanted guests or other such miscreants. All I could actually see was another
door, which appeared to be padded and tufted in luxurious black leather; all of which was illuminated by a rather nice light fixture hanging from the ceiling. There was something else, which I wouldn't see until I, myself, entered.
As Master Ryan tugged on my leash, pulling me closer to the entry way, another two vehicles passed by behind us; parking along side of Master Troy's SUV. They seemed to just be sitting there, waiting for us to enter or else they could have been waiting for more of their friends to join them. I found it rather interesting, odd if you will, that down this dark alley between two old brick warehouses; that such an establishment would even have existed, let alone survived economically.
"Good evening Master Ryan, it's so wonderful to see you again", exclaimed the
scantily clad doorman. "Everything as you've requested has been dutifully tended to Sir. Most of your guests have arrived and await your entrance, Sir."
"Excellent, and I hope we've not kept them waiting too long", Master replied.
"It should be a most wonderful evening for all of the guest, who've heard and not yet seen."
"Yes Master Ryan, I'd say that would be the situation, since that now I myself have laid eyes upon your new, personal slave. And if I may ask for clarity, Sir, it is Sir's desire, need and want, that the Master's slave be treated as a newbie?"
"That is correct. Even though the 'boy' has had about four short weeks of sucking cock and a couple of other training sessions, I feel it would benefit him if he were to experience the complete emersion into his new life. That way,
he'll be able to appreciate his Master all that much more and even, perhaps, to see that he is not being singled out as just being who he once was."
"Very well Sir", the man replied, as Master Ryan handed him my leash.
"Now 'boy' you will see just how wonderful a life you can have if you only accept what has been dealt to you. Listen to each and every command and accept it as if it were your Master issuing it. Failure, on this night, will result in perhaps some of the most extreme discipline you'll ever have to experience. Your Master has many good men to see and much to do; but, I don't want you to feel as if your Master has abandoned you. I am here now and forever to protect you from permanent harm. I leave you now, in very capable hands, until we see each other again in the later hours of the festivities."
I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared half to death, as I watched my Master walking through the open doorway. Now, I was alone, out in the open, in a
strange and foreboding place, with a man I hadn't seen before tonight.
"So you are Ryan's very first 'boy'. We've all heard so much about you over the last couple of weeks that even I feel as if I know you already. But, you will get to know me soon enough; just after I can get the late arrivals checked through", said the doorman in a rather pleasant tone of voice.
I heard the car doors open and close behind me and before you could count to
three; the occupants of the vehicles were standing alongside of me, making short, their talk with the club's doorman.
As they walked into the club, I noticed that there were three leather clad slaves crawling dutifully behind their masters. The smell of the leather clothing seemed intoxicating for a moment, as I'd all but forgotten that I too was
wearing a skimpy, tight pair of slave shorts.
"It's show time now, 'boy', we don't want to keep the guests waiting any longer than need be", exclaimed the man.
I was led into the foyer of the club and momentarily left idle, while the man turned to thumb latches on the main door; thus locking everyone in and the outside world out. It was then, and only then, that I noticed another wooden door; which I was quickly led through.
The room was nicely lit, with only a small plastic basket laying on the floor, near the center. On the floor there was a rather thick length of rope with a metal snap on one end.
Once in the middle of the room, I noticed that one wall had a rather large mirror, which seemed to take up most of the space on the wall. It was the first time I'd been able to really get a decent look at myself, but being as I was on all fours and not wanting to start the night off with getting yelled at; I tried to ignore the mirror, just seeing the large rings hanging from my flesh was bad enough.
"Well, let's get you kitted out for the night. I know that you probably don't
like wearing such tight clothes, so I'll just reach around and unsnap them and then all you have to do is help me by lifting your back legs one at a time. Being naked, you'll find is actually the proper way for a new slave to be and I'm sure, like the rest of the slaves, you'll appreciate having the fresh air flowing over your body, just to keep you cool", the man said once again in a nice voice.
He struggled a bit getting the shorts down passed my thighs but once he'd seen that I was wearing a large cock cage and butt plug he was more understanding. "Let me see if they've given me the proper tool to remove all this steel."
Using his booted foot he kicked my knees apart, sending my head down onto the cold tiled flooring. I could feel him reaching in, from behind and beneath me, struggling to remove my cock cage. "Damn things have always been hard to remove, especially when slaves like you have a Prince Albert worked in between the end rings."
Finally my cock cage was off, and before I knew it, the remaining steel bands
and rings were also removed; and everything was placed into the plastic basket. "Now then, that should make you feel more like you're alive", chuckled the man. "After all, your Master said you are to be treated like a newbie, so such things like that can come off without either of us getting our butts whipped."
Feeling the twisting of my anal retention plug going around in circles, began to excite my cock even though I hadn't been concentrating on getting, let alone wanting, an erection.
The plug came out with a rather echoing 'thwap' sound. My exposed hole seemed to elicit yet more sexual relief now that it was all open, swollen and exposed for the man to see.
"There will be many things up your slave ass before the night is over, but you shouldn't worry about any of that kind of stuff. After all, your wonderful Master wants and needs you to become a dignified pig-boy, so you will just have to accept anything that comes your way", the man said laughingly. The next minute and the man was standing directly in front of me, in total silence; as if waiting for me to say or do something. I was spellbound and unable to think for myself, so he had to rudely command me to remove his cock and swallow his hot piss.
His zipper was difficult to pull down, probably due to his tight leather pants but I finally managed to extract his cock and was surprised to see that he too was totally hairless. He had one small steel bar running through a piece of skin, on the bottom of his cock just behind the piss head.
Once I had sealed my lips around his freshly washed cock, he let loose with a small squirt of piss just before he unleashed a full on steady flow. It was without much of a taste, so I could only 'assume' that he hadn't consumed anything other than water; as I'd once tasted piss that seemed to mirror the man's own piss after only drinking water.
When his stream ended he quickly pulled out of my mouth and tucked his cock away; zipping himself up, rather than having me do it for him. He leaned down and picked up the thick rope and clipped the end of it to my nose ring saying, "time to go and meet the guests and since you're in training as a 'pig', the only real true place for your leash is your nose ring. You've never seen an animal with a leash on its dick, have you?"
I should have thanked the man for allowing me the privilege and honor of taking his piss, but it didn't seem as if he expected me to do so.
"Just remember what your Master told you and everything that you've experienced up till now and you just might survive the night", was all he said just before he tugged on the rope, leading me out of the room. I finally got a good look at myself in the mirror and I wasn't happy with what I saw. Inside my head, I knew who I was; but looking at myself in the mirror, I was unable to recognize the human form, other than to admit it looked like some kind of animal slave.
When the leather clad door swung open, I froze. All I could see was a group of people standing in a semi-circle; and they all looked like they were ready to pounce on me and tear me to shreds.
A huge round of applause erupted and then all of their faces turned to smiles as their hands continued to clap.
Tall, muscular and with a dark complexion is the only way I can describe the man that came forward and took the leash away from the doorman. "Thank you 'boy', and now you are free to assume your proper place in life", is all the man had to say as the doorman quickly shucked his leather pants, leaving himself totally naked. I watched as the small group of men made an opening so that he could make his way to the rear of the others; disappearing from my sight.
With this other man in control of my leash, I had no fuck'n earthly idea what was coming next. My hands and knees felt as if they were stuck in concrete, leaving me unable to move as the man tugged on my nose ring. He yelled at me, which seemed to break me free from whatever fear had been holding me back; and I slowly moved towards him, noticing that the group had once more moved apart to allow the two of us to move further into the club. I was able to quickly snap my head from side to side, observing everyone and everything. I knew that such a move might cause me further punishment; but I just had to see my surroundings.
I should not have done it, AT ALL!! Over my right shoulder, from where the first room would have been located behind the wall; I discovered that the mirror I looked at was actually one of those 'one way' mirrors and that probably everyone in attendance had watched me swallow the doorman's urine. A mountain of humiliation seemed to fall from the sky, as my brain seemed to resist the final impending transformation of becoming my Master's true slave.
Now, somewhere in the middle of the main room, I was ordered to 'stay'; which meant that the man wanted me to rise up but remain kneeling.
He dropped the leash and seemed to be pleased with what his eyes were gazing upon. His hands ran over my head and he tugged on my ear rings and twisted my obscenely large nipple rings. He then stepped closer and ceased playing with my rings, as the room fell silent.
Without hesitation, I once again found myself engaged as a urinal while the entire group of men looked on. "We'll save the rest for Troy's boy", said the man as he pulled his limp dick from my mouth.
As he stepped away, someone else picked up the leash and tugged me in his direction. Again I was inspected, but without having to consume urine. Over and over again the men took liberties with my body, including an occasional finger or two finding there way into my ass.
With all of the tugging and pulling going on; I was able to see the one, sole, clock in the whole place... it read 9:35. The night was still 'young'.
When I caught sight of the bar area, I was astonished to see that there were no beer bottles or cocktail glasses anywhere to be seen. Cans of soda, glasses of water and bowls of snack food were all that lay atop the bar. Hell... I couldn't even detect the tale-tale odor of tobacco either. One should be thankful that the men weren't half liquored up or worse.
"HEY! FUCKING HEY!!! DON'T WE GET TO SEE TOO", came a rather high pitched voice from another part of the room. Everyone broke into laughter, as one of the men seemed to begin to apologize to whomever it was that had created the commotion.
The men once again parted, allowing two rather nice looking women to come forward. They were dressed in jeans, long sleeve plaid shirts and black construction boots. Their belt buckles seemed to glisten from the few lights in the ceiling. Every hair on their heads seemed to be perfectly placed and oh, did I mention that they had that 'cute' look on their faces.
Behind the two women were two more females, but they weren't dressed like the
first two... THEY WERE NAKED. The thing that caught my attention was all the body piercings on the naked girls. Their nipple rings looked like long ear rings, which just so happens that indeed they matched. On either side of their.... 'you know what' were perfectly aligned rows of gold rings, and they even had a large ring between that and their butt hole.
The two women came forward and began to inspect my body from top to bottom, even grabbing my dick, ever so briefly. "Never will understand what you guys see in such an ugly, disgusting thing like this", the older of the two said. The men, once again broke out into uncontrollable laughter.
"Best we get started", said one of the men from the rear of the room.
When everyone began moving in different directions, the remainder of the room came into my vision. I was surprised, really surprised at what I saw.
In the far corner, was an old fashion bath tub; sitting in solitude on its cast iron legs. Next to the tub was the 'mayor' from the lumber camp. What I didn't see was... who was in the tub.
The men, all of them, had seemed rather nice; in their own sort of way towards me. It was rather obvious, that they all held Master Ryan in high regards, as none had caused me any pain or even the slightest amount of discomfort; other than another severe case of humiliation.
I scanned the room for Master and Masters Jeb and Troy, but they were no where to be seen. I didn't even see Paul.
One of the females took control of my nose leash and began to lead me away from the main group of men, passed the mayor and tub. The mayor gave me the most unusual smile as I looked in his direction. He was holding the two ends of what appeared to be very large funnels. I would later discover what the funnels were used for, but little did I know that they were already in place, ready for all to avail themselves with.
I really had to hand it to whoever was responsible for this particular establishment. I had always envisioned gay bars to be rather 'seedy', but this place was nothing like it at all. Everything seemed to be clean, well kept and opulent.
How quickly I discovered that there was a lot more to this club than I originally thought.
In the back of the club, there was a wide, yet dimly lit corridor. On either side of the hallway were walls of glass; from which copious amounts of illumination filtered through.
The closer we got to the corridor; I realized that the walls were identical to the one wall at the front of the club.
The door to the right was opened up and I was pulled into what looked like a
surgical room at your local veterinarians office. The walls and floor where tiled and sparkled with cleanliness. There were four chains hanging from the center of the ceiling; all equally spaced. Directly below the chains was what
appeared to be a six inch drain. Off to the sides of the room were three (3)
rather large garden styled hoses.
"Time for 'pig boy' to get all clean and pretty", the one senior of the two said. "We wouldn't want his 'daddy' to be upset with us, now would we girls?"
"No, mistress Ann, no ma'am", came the reply in unison.
Before you could say, 'Bite me'... I found myself hanging by my ankles cuffs; my cock, balls and asshole were all at a waist high level to the females.
Orders and directives flowed like the water that was now coursing down my already clean intestines. The two naked girls were apparently the counterparts of the two fully dressed ladies. They snapped up every command given them without as much as a single word spoken.
Normally, if that's the word to use... I wouldn't ever be embarrassed about being naked in front of a woman, but being in my situation; I was beginning to see just how much control the two women wheeled.
As my gut began to protrude, the one woman said to her group of friends, and I'm sure for my benefit as well, "We hardly ever get to show these men just how well we can adapt to 'their world'. At least tonight, since Ryan has rented the entire club for the night; we won't be left out, feeling as if we are second class citizens."
The other woman responded by adding, "How true, how true. Thank god that we are all friends and most importantly we all are friends of Ryan's and he loves us all dearly. It's not like we're the average Joe that comes in here looking for a little excitement once a month.
I suppose that just as soon as I heard one of them mention that Ryan was my brother, I became totally zombie like. If these girls knew, then I'm guessing
that every single person in the place knew as well...
Three times they filled me up, allowing the discharge to flow up and then down my body. "I knew the 'boy' would already be clean, but Ryan wants him to experience the 'real world' of love and compassion. After my ankles were released from the chains, they had me stand; while they secured my wrists to the chains.
From two sides, the naked girls allowed their garden hoses to spray me with water, warm water. Then they began using those big round sponges to wash my entire body. It was the first, and only, time that I was able to close my eyes and imagine myself being prepared for a night of uninhibited sex, with the opposite sex. Even my cock erected, but it was soon feeling the wrath of god, administered by one of the older females. They called me, AND MY COCK, all sorts of names; which seemed to make me think that they'd never experienced sex with a man.
When my bathing was complete, I was hosed off again and then to my surprise, one of the women stepped forward with a straight razor. Using an old fashion cake of soap and brush, she began lathering up my head and scrapping away at nothing. "I know 'pig boy' has already shaved today, but once again, I find myself needing to fulfill the wishes of his master. Besides, I just might slip and give his little 'tinker toy' a stubbing." The three other females burst out into their own style of laughter... at my expense.
I wondered, as if it really fuck'n mattered, just how many men were standing on the other side of the wall looking in on the activities.
Thankfully, the body shave didn't take all that long and after one final rinse I was released from the chains.
"Sure wish we could get him to thank us properly, but Ryan had put a limit on his 'boys' tongue... for now; so I guess he won't be doing any licking tonight girls."
That said, they re-attached my nose leash and took me out into the hallway; where there was a group of at least ten men standing.
"Good job, sis; glad to see that after all the years of shaving your dear, kind hearted and loving brother, that you haven't lost your touch", one of the younger dressed men said to the older of the two women.
"Watch your mouth, little brother; or I'll drag your ass in there and give you what you really deserve... an all night enema session with laundry soap."
The men seemed to think it was rather hilarious, watching and listening to the two siblings going at one another; albeit just in fun.
"Enough of the fun stuff. The 'boy' needs to get his ass into room two", came a voice that sounded familiar. An arm came through the group of men and the leash was handed over to him. The men parted, just enough to allow me passage; and it was then that I saw Mr. Thomas.
Room two, seemed more like the dungeon at Master Troy's house; except that the table in the middle of the room wasn't padded at all. It was stainless steel and was situated under a light, very similar to one used in an operating room. There was a single cabinet against one wall, its two doors already open.
Next to the table was a surgical tray, which had been covered.
I was helped onto the table and secured with the help of several of the men;
before they left the room, closing the door behind them.
The way the table was positioned, it allowed my ass and cock to be exposed towards the mirrored wall.
"We meet again, 'boy', and it is always such a pleasure to see you. Your great and wonderful Master has given his blessings on this night and now that you are here, I suppose we should get started."
Since I was flat on my back, I couldn't see what Mr. Thomas was doing, or about to do; but I could easily smell the alcohol as he began rubbing my balls and dick with it. I got a real good whiff of it when he swabbed my nipples with a saturated cotton ball.
"I guess the 'boy' is enjoying his reprieve from his bands and bindings. But
unfortunately for this next small part of your training I need to bind your balls once again. I won't need your bands or rings, as I'm only going to be using a nice piece of soft leather."
I could feel Mr. Thomas, manipulating my nuts into the bottom of my scrotum; after which he began wrapping the leather around the sac to keep my balls neatly in place.
"We're going to do some more piercings of your body, but this time they won't be permanent. It is pathetically called 'play piercing'. I seem to enjoy the
terminology of 'pain piercing' instead. And since you will most likely find the need to scream and yell, I'm going to put this pretty little ball gag in your mouth. You'll be wearing it for the rest of the night, well... at least until you get to see your Master again."
As he slipped the purple ball into my mouth, buckling it behind my head, he said to me; "I don't suppose you've ever given any thought to having a handful of needles stuck into your nuts, have you?"
To Be Continued...
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