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North Country Chapter Three
If it hadn't been for the clothing which the 'mayor' was wearing, I would have thought that he would be exactly the type of man my brother Ryan would appreciate. He was quite tall, handsome, brown hair and from what I could tell; he had a rather toned body. The draw back to him and the rest of these men was
simple. Either they didn't know how to dress properly, or were wearing clothes that they'd come by; perhaps via a dumpster or yard sale some place. But, look who's talking; at least they weren't naked.
This guy was probably some, forty feet away from me; and no sooner had he begun to descend the few steps from the porch, somebody from behind me, pushed me to the ground. "When the mayor approaches, all who are not residents of our
community must show him reverence."
I tried to push myself up from the ground, but discovered that there was a booted foot pressing down in the middle of my back. All I could see was the feet of this so-called 'mayor' getting ever closer to me. He stopped less than two feet in front of my face; and that was when the foot lifted from my back, not to mention it was also when I thought all hell was breaking loose.
As I stood, almost totally upright, the man landed a knee into my crotch. I instantly fell down; rolling is searing pain, grasping my penis and scrotum. Never had I been hit like this and the painful experience accompanying it was something that I didn't ever want to feel again. I thought I was going to vomit, but was able to settle myself down in time.
"So, you are the one who conversed with my boy and you are the one who gave him coffee; all without asking permission!" The mayor yelled out, like a drill
instructor. "No one EVER speaks to, or offers aid to this or any other boy or domestic servant without my explicit permission!"
The next thing I know, and I feel, is the man had bent over and taken a firm hold of the hair on my head; pulling me into a kneeling position. "A non-resident is to always kneel when the 'mayor' approaches, and that's one law around here that is not easily forgotten." Silence befell the whole group, not a soul was snickering. "But shall we start over?" The man asked.
"But what is going on around this dam..." I started, just before getting a hard
slap on the left side of my face.
"SILENCE!" The man screamed down at me.
"Welcome to our community, which we have so reverently named 'Town of Men'; on behalf of all the residents we wish you well here. The amount of time 'men' stay here is solely left up to them. The time 'visitors' such as yourself stay here is left up to our entire community; unless, that is, if I as 'mayor' exercise my right to 'executive privilege'. In time you will be introduced to all of the residents, whom will inform you of their name. Oddly enough, they all have the same first name; which is SIR! You will be shown the courtesy which all visitors have come to receive, NONE! You will be given a guided tour of our community; where you shall learn what and where is strictly off limits to you, unless you are accompanied by a resident. Your stay here is strictly controlled by the rules which have been set into law, by all of our residents. We have a confinement cell, which is controlled by our chief disciplinarian officer. We have a search and recovery officer, which his sole responsibility is to recover 'lost' visitors and to search out visitors which he may feel would be a benefit to our town. I believe you have already met him. And we have a first aid attendant who looks after the health and well being of all of our residents, and may from time to time be asked to perform, shall we say, 'certain beneficial caring' of our occasional visitors. We have a community dinning hall, which unfortunately none of our visitors are allowed to use. We have several community latrines, which visitors are not allowed to use; but who from time to time find themselves cleaning out or even find themselves confined beneath the seat."
"But I didn't..." and another hard slap came raining down upon my face.
"As I had expected, your presence here is not due to your desires, wants or needs. Thusly, you shall, by order of the town council, be sentenced to two days of confinement."
"But I..." and a fist connected to my jaw; sending me backwards into one of the
men who had been directly behind me.
"Use your two days of solitude to learn the laws of our town, that is, unless
you desire more of the same." The man said in such a way as to drive home his point.
As I got up onto my knees, my eyes caught sight of something familiar. Swaying in front of me, on the man's finger was my pale blue briefs. I looked up at him, seeing nothing more than a broad smile.
The mayor turned and went to converse with the other men; who had now begun to gather around one of the small camp fires, which seemed to be the 'coffee shop' of this town.
Without a warning, I had a long and thick piece of leather wrapped around my balls, was pushed down so that I was on my hands and knees; and that's the way I was led out of the 'town center'. I can't begin to tell you how humiliating it is to be naked, crawling like an animal and having a leash, of sorts, wrapped around one's scrotum. There was a chorus of laughter coming from all of the men; as I caught a quick glimpse of the naked teen on the porch; which this whole scene must have been commonplace to him, as he remained expressionless.
The short trek to the cabin was painful to my knees and even worse as I crawled up the splintered three steps towards the front door. The man pushed the door open, the same time I saw a hand carved sign next to the door, it read; "PAIN CENTRAL".
"Please mister, please! Please let me go. I won't tell anybody about none of this!" I recall begging and pleading for my release. My pleas went unanswered as the man led me into what I assumed, at first, was some kind of cage. He used the leash to haul me up onto my feet. I was to scared, at first, to look around. For the moment I was only thinking of the pain in my balls as the man tossed the end of the leash over the top of the cell and pulled even harder on the leash. Not only did I begin to scream from the intense pain, I broke out into a profuse sweat. The leash was tied back onto its' self which left it very tight. The man, quickly, kicked my feet apart; leaving them to touch the sides of the cell. One by one my wrists were tied to either side of the cell; followed by my ankles being similarly attached. The leather was rough and course against my skin; which at the time seemed most uncomfortable.
The man stood for the longest time, in silence, simply staring at me. I was petrified of speaking, and the only hope, currently, was that I'd be allowed to ask questions soon. Perhaps, there was an outside chance that I could possibly buy my way out of here.
Shortly thereafter, the man exited the cell and padlocked the door shut. After the man left the cabin was the first time that I was able to see what sort of predicament I was in. I tried, hard and fruitlessly, to deny my senses of the pain which emanated from by testicles.
The 'cell' I was in was almost something from prehistoric times. It was made entirely from cut trees. There was a certain degree of workmanship in the construction of the cell; as all of the vertical pieces were of equal size and all de-barked. The same could be said for the horizontal pieces. I tried to wiggle from side to side, hoping that the cell was 'flimsy' but to no avail. These men had built a solid confinement area; no doubt about it.
Then I began to scour the cabin, looking for anything which might be useful to me, should the opportunity arise, to evade these men. From the outside of the cabin, one would never know just how much work had gone into rendering the
interior into a rather nice looking abode. The floors seemed to have been sanded and coated with a shiny finish; or perhaps had merely been waxed to perfection. There was an old fashion cast iron stove, a hand made table with two chairs; and there was even a bed. All of the workmanship of the furnishings appeared to be of the highest standards. The only source of light, other than mother nature, came from several kerosene lanterns, strategically placed. There was just the one door that I could see from my current position; and two windows, which were open slightly, allowing for a gentle flow of air to enter and escape. There were two or was it three wooden chests, which sat against one wall. Other than that, the cabin seemed bare.
Time seemed to stand still, as I more or less was left to 'hang' there as if I was on an imaginary crucifix. The sharp pain in my balls had turned into a dull ache, by the time the door opened up and the 'mayor' and one other man entered.
"You look nice and comfy," the mayor started out, "but unfortunately not all of your time here will be so nice and pleasant as it is now."
He reached into his pocket and retrieves a key which he used to unlock the cell door. "I don't honestly think that you'll have a need to tell time." He said, as he came up to me and removed the watch from my wrist. "Looks to me, as if you like spending a good deal of money on yourself. This watch must have cost you at least six hundred dollars."
I had only opened my mouth, yet to utter a word and his hand came crashing down on my sore, bound scrotum. I screamed like a stuck pig. He only laughed, as did the other man.
"As a general rule around here, everyone cleans up before dinner. This gentleman is going to get you nice and clean not to mention presentable before dinner. He is also going to be your teacher, your instructor as one might say, to teach you the ways of a visitor to our fair town. He's got much to do in a short time; so I'll leave him to his tasks."
The mayor turned to leave, and as he did, I caught another glimpse of the 'boy', who was kneeling just outside the door. As he turned to go down the stairs I could easily see that his butt was covered in red marks and welts.
The man that was left 'in charge' of me remained silent until he'd closed the
door. He looked to be about my age, but I could easily see that his arms were twice as big as mine. The jeans he wore clung to his legs, which outlined the massive thighs and calves.
"Any problems with you and you won't be around to see the sun rise in the morning. Is that understood?" He asked with authority
I nodded my head, but apparently I was supposed to answer him verbally; as he, too, landed a hard slap upon my bound balls.
"Yes, yes, I understand." Came my tear filled reply. But apparently that wasn't the proper answer; as yet another blow to my balls sent me flailing around in my bound position.
"Just like a fucking newcomer. They never learn till it's almost to late. You
start with a Sir and end with a Sir! To many of you 'boys' never joined the military, is why you all are so disrespectful."
The man produced a large hunting knife, which he waved in front of my face, telling me that he wasn't afraid to use it if I gave him a hard time. And, I'm
sure that by his size and strength he wouldn't hesitate to keep his word.
After putting the knife away the man began speaking to me in a normal tone of
voice. "Now before I get you down from there, you gotta understand a few simple rules. First, remember the 'sir' in your replies. Second is that you never stand up unless told to stand. Third, every man here is superior to you, as you are nothing more than a low life cum sucking, ass eating, piss drinking, shit eating queer boy."
My heart sank to my feet, listening to him 'describe' me.
"Four, you answer immediately and you move immediately. Any hesitation on your part and these guys will take their leather strap to your sorry, skinny assed body. Five, you stay out of everyone's way. You never interfere with anything, whether or not you like it or you don't. Just remember to come when called."
He never asked me if I understood the six rules he'd just announced to me, as he began to release the leather bindings. I immediately got a mean stare from him as the last of the leather straps was removed from my ankle.
It took half a second to remember rule number two. I quickly got down on my hands and knees; just as he said, "good boy".
He turned and headed for the door, and I quickly as possible took up crawling
right behind him.
I could only guess that it was late afternoon, as the air seemed much cooler;
yet the sun was still out, but not as prominent. Having him lead me by my balls was not much help either, as we neared the far side of the encampment to where a large camp fire was burning. All I knew was that at the first opportunity to escape I was going to take it. I didn't care if it was midnight and freezing out; I was going to run and run hard.
I noticed that this fire had a huge caldron of water placed in the middle of it, and the steam rose up in an almost perfect cylindrical pattern. I was soon made to stop; noticing that three other males were now present.
"Hot damn, we finally have a new kid to play with." One of them said laughing.
"Just mind your manners or you'll find yourself in the same situation." Said the man that was my 'teacher', in a rather 'pissed off' tone of voice.
I was made to kneel, now staring directly at the fire and steaming kettle of water. It felt ever so good to have the leather binding removed from my scrotum. I thought that I could even feel the blood rushing around in an excited state.
"Now don't think about bolting on outta here, cause you won't get but a few steps before a world of hurt comes raining down on your sorry ass," the man said.
The next thing I see is one of them handing my 'teacher' guy a pair of scissors; which instantly went into action, mercilessly cutting off my hair. At this point the only thing I could think about was the eight dollars, which included the tip, that I'd spent just last week at the salon. I could feel and see most all of the hair as it fell either on me or directly on the ground. Just by the way he was holding my hair up, with his hands, I knew that he was clipping me rather close; to close as a matter of fact and I had no reason not to think that I was going to end up looking like a freak. There was just no way anyone can cut hair like this and be able to keep it all the same length. God, it was going to take me months to grow it back this long.
What I hadn't seen was the table behind the flames, which had several more implements that would come of use in the time before dinner.
The man's hand began brushing off the top and sides of my head; which instantly told me just by the bristle feeling that he'd clipped it down to nothing more than a nub.
"Now, now can we get him all wet down and get on with the show?", another one of the men chimed in.
"I suppose there isn't anything I can do until the kid gets his head wet and softened up." Came the reply from my instructor.
What I wasn't expecting, but happened rather fast was that two by two the men
came up on either side of me and began releasing rivers of nasty, smelling, foul urine on the top of my head. It managed to trickle down my shoulders, back and chest; not to mention my face; which by now I had my eyes firmly closed. I suppose they all found this rather funny as they continued laughing at me, and occasionally at each other; as one or more of the men must've had diminutive proportioned penises.
Out of no where, can a flood of hot water; cascading over my head and down my
body. It sent a quick series of forceful shivers down my spine; but at least it was rinsing the stench of male urine from my body. I opened my eyes, assessing the men's positions; thinking about and looking for a means to evade.
Several more pots of water were nonchalantly poured over me, before I felt what turned out to be the bristles of a hand lather. The man seemed to be going in circles with it, over and over again. "Damn shame we can't use some of that brand new can of shaving cream and those new razors we just got."
Shit, somebody has been rummaging through my backpack already.
"Now you hold real still, because I wouldn't want to nick your pretty little head here." That's all I heard before I felt the blade of steel glided effortless over my scalp from back to front.
"Heck, he's going to look just as young as the mayor's boy, when he's all prettied up." Another chorus of laughter filled the cool air, with me as the means to their joy.
I could feel the hands gliding over my bare scalp, followed by several more pots of water to rinse off any residue of hair and/or soap. I was almost in tears at this point; and I think the men could see it plainly. I really didn't care at this point if they saw me upset or not. By the language, sentence structure and phrasing; I could at least be proud that I appeared to be better educated then the ones currently surrounding my exposed body.
"Now you just go on and close your eyes now, less you want to feel them sting." My 'instructor' said with a demanding voice.
Instantly I felt the bristles of his brush, as they swirled countless times over each of my eyebrows. It was over before I could comprehend what he'd just
accomplished. The small group of men let go with a round of applause.
My left arm was pulled horizontal to my torso, held by one of the men just by my finger tips. After wetting my arm, soaping it down; all of the hair was removed, even the tiny fragments and strands of hair on each of my fingers. The same procedure was fastidiously performed on my right arm.
"Clasp your hands behind your head 'queerboy', one of them said. To which I obeyed without reservation.
My armpits were stripped of the few remaining vestiges of my manhood. The cool air struck my exposed armpits and it was a strange yet nice experience.
Unceremoniously I was actually picked up off the ground and hauled over to the table; where they laid me down on my back. My arms were pulled over my head and tied to the legs of the table; exposing my genital region to all of the men, and prompting me to feel and to be totally humiliated, and vulnerable.
One of the men leaned over me saying, "Well let's get on with it, I just can't stand to see my 'woman' with a hairy chest." A few minutes later my chest was a smooth as it had even been. The 'barber' was heard saying something about having to strop his razor again; as another one of the men lifted up my right leg and just like my arms, was shaved smooth front and back. After my other leg was devoid of hair, they lifted my legs up towards my head, forcing me to bend my knees. The soap and freshly honed razor made quick work of removing any and all of the hair surrounding my rectum. The fear and humiliation combined to intensify my feelings that the worse was yet to come.
My legs were bound to the two remaining table legs and the horror and disgust of losing the rest of my hair set in, like a clap of thunder on a clear blue sky day. It just wasn't going to happen, it seemed impossible.
I began to silently struggle against the leather bindings the moment the scissors began chomping away at my pubic hair. No matter how I tried, the scissors kept clipping away at every last vestige of my manliness.
I must have been frightened beyond belief; because, just as the warm water was poured over my private area, my bladder let go and the urine flowed unrestrained until someone lifted up my penis and directed the stream towards my chest. The outcry of laughter, I believe, was meant to further embed the act of humility that much further into my brain.
Humility seemed to be the key ingredient around here. I am supposed to learn,
behave and act as a humble person; regardless of appearance, negating all of my life, to the present time and place.
As one man was soaping the region, my instructor reminded me of the importance of remaining perfectly still. A voice, yet heard, came up and perhaps just to instill even more fear into me he made a simple, yet decisive statement by
saying, "there seems to be a counsel deadlock on whether the new girl keeps her foreskin, so you have to wait until Carl gets back, as he's the only one left on the counsel who can break the tie vote."
Did I just hear what I thought I'd heard? They want to circumcise me? They must be joking! This whole thing is nothing more than scare tactics of a group of men out on a hunting and hiking expedition; trying to ward off any and all people who hike into 'their area'. Not to mention that the man used the name Carl. I only knew of the one Carl.
As stunned as I'd been by the mention of removing my foreskin, I failed to notice the stealth like manner which was used to shave my hair. When I did realize what was actually happening, the straight razor was already gliding over the stretched skin of my scrotum. It was all over; I was completely one hundred percent hairless, bald, and smooth; much like that of a girl with the exception of the head.
"There now baby girl, don't you feel better? Just think, you don't have to shave yourself as long as you are a visitor here. You'll have your own personal barber for such just occasions." The comment was made followed by thunderous applause and laughter.
"Yep just like I like my women, well... like the women I used to fuck." "Sure looks pretty don't he?" "I can't wait to get my hands on her head while she sucks a good load out of my nuts."
Those were just a few of the remarks these men made, while they seemed at peace with themselves, running their calloused hands, over, around and on just about every inch of exposed skin.
"I wouldn't pay these guys a whole lot of attention right now if I was in your position. They have more bark than bite, most of the time," my 'friendly' instructor was saying to me; as he was removing the bindings which had held my
limbs in place. "Now I want you to feel yourself, and notice just how smooth
your body has become. Someone will be shaving your face daily, and someone will be shaving your body at the first sign of stubble; so see, you already have it pretty darn easy."
For fear of reprisal, I traced my hands over my chest and stomach, nearly retching over the idea of not having the one thing that all teenage boys strive to have. Five or more years, and now nothing; all gone in minutes.
The next thing I know is that they are pulling me upwards, still on the table
and I'm told to assume the position. I hesitated just a fraction to long and
they all began yelling at me saying..."hands and knees", "hands and knees bitch boy".
I clamored into the position and was attacked, yes attacked, by several of them who apparently were wearing some sort of glove. It looked like and felt like those gloves that one puts on and then washes his car. "You see", one of them said; "just another perk you get as a visitor. You don't have to bath yourself either. We get to do it for you and most of the time, unless it's freezing cold, we all just love to wash our 'baby boy'.
I was continuously amazed at the amount of humiliation these men were determined to put me through. Whoever was washing between the cheeks of my butt seemed to be taking his sweet time; either that, or I was really nasty dirty back there. After copious amounts of water had been poured over me, I was kept on the table so that my body could dry off, before trekking somewhere, unknown, for dinner.
The sound, so unfamiliar to me until now, alerted the men that dinner was soon to be served. "Come on guys, get cleaned up. The mayor has started the generator and the news will be on soon. And, we can't forget that with a new visitor comes an extra special meal. I wonder what the mayor has had cooked for us tonight?", one of the men said in a rather festive voice.
For a minute or two I was stymied as to the generator bit and the news; until I figured out that they somehow got a television reception way up here on the mountain, by using what is deemed an 'outdoor' antenna.
With hands and faces all washed and clean, the men headed up to the 'dinning hall'. I was kept back for a few minutes, apparently as my guy had a couple of pointers to give me before I was placed amongst the entire town of men.
"Now listen and listen carefully. Don't get the wrong idea about all of the men around here. Not all of them like doing what they have to do, but if they don't they get kicked out of town. You see, some of them, if not most, are running away from something or someone. They are safe up here as nobody dare come this far up unless something really drastic happens... say a forest fire or something. Hell if it weren't for the railroad coming through once a week, none of us would have found it either. We come and we go by the whistle stop that the train makes down the mountain, when they change lead locomotives. That's how we 'ship out' the one or two 'visitors' we've had up here in the past. By the time somebody finds them, all naked and battered those guys don't remember anything or their to humiliated to tell the law what they've been through. So just mind your manners and you won't find yourself tossed into an empty boxcar some day. It isn't going to be easy for you, as there are a couple of really sadistic bastards here and they'll try their damndest to make life miserable for you. Put them together with one or two of the dominant gay guys and you have a recipe for lots and lots of man to man sex, not to mention suffering and painful days and nights. Just remember, not all of us like doing what we have to do; but we do it just to survive."
He didn't even ask if I'd understood what words he had just offered me. He simply took a deep breath and continued on, but in a more authoritarian manner.
"Now when you get inside, and after I've closed the door; you'll see a long dining table, at which all the men are seated. The end closest to the door is always open; as the mayor never always anyone to sit there which is probably so he can keep an eye on the door. Nonetheless, once inside, you are required, by town law, to crawl under the table and starting on the left side of the table you shall kiss the boot or the naked feet of each and every male sitting at the table. You will kiss each foot regardless if it is clean, dirty or rancid smelling. It is your way of thanking each of the men once a day for being so kind and thoughtful towards you. The last feet you'll kiss are those of the mayor. He may or may not reach under the table and pull your face into his crotch area; where he might want your head to stay while he and the others eat their dinner. So don't go getting any smart ass, city boy, ideas about trying something stupid. The consequences of such actions will be swift and painful."
Jesus, now for the very first time I'm scared to death. This isn't some kind of silly prank or joke. These guys mean business. Somehow I'm going to have to get to my cellphone and call Ryan and he can alert the authorities.
"After all of the men have eaten you'll be allowed to eat along with the mayor's boy. Just so you'll know; the mayor's boy is really his boy. The kid ran away from his mom and came running into his dad's arms about four years ago. And ever since then the kid has done whatever his dad tells him today, or else he'll go back to his mother. He's just seventeen but the way he looks without hair makes him look more like ten or twelve. And if you aren't kept under the table, you are to crawl over to the nearest corner and kneel there, hands behind your head and looking down at the floor; so that the men can eyeball your body if they have a mind to do so."
That said, the leash was once again tied around my balls and I was led up the
steps, to what was the dining hall. Even before we arrived, I could hear the
voices of the men talking about me, the boy and Carl. Carl, it just couldn't be the same one that I had met just two days ago.
The door opened, I crawled in, the voices fell silent and then I heard the door close behind me. I could feel every pair of eyes piercing my soul, waiting and watching to see if indeed I would crawl under the table and perform the 'act of thanks'.
I really, at this point, had no other choice or option open to me. I crawled beneath the table and began the vile act of kissing another man's boot. I went from my left to my right and back again, kissing each of their boots. At least I was thankful that none of them had offered me a smelly foot or rancid sock to kiss. I was full of fear by the time I reached the boots of the 'mayor'; but I kissed each of them and waited to see if he was going to move my head.
My wait wasn't long, as he used my ears as leverage and pulled my face right into his crotch. I felt defiled, debased, humiliated. How can any one man feel as if he has a right to command such reverence? How can one man or even a few men, have such a grip on the rest of these men, that they'll do anything asked of them. What ever happened to their moral backbone and their own personal convictions which enable anyone to just say no?
In some ways I was beginning to understand their fears; as my own had taken a
firm grip upon myself. I could only hope that the nightmare would end soon. I began to hear the rustle of forks and cutlery, as the men started to eat their evening meal. I myself was more than hungry; starving to be more exact. They all ate in silence; which I wasn't sure was the normal standard they went by or was it because they were all waiting to see or what something from the 'mayor'.
One hand began to rub my head, going all over the top and sides until the hand stopped over my mouth. I had my eyes closed, but I could feel the man's finger poking at my mouth. I froze, in utter amazement that the man would have the considered sticking his finger in my mouth.
I could feel his body move, and then the warmth of his breath as he whispered in my ear, "open up and suck on my offering, unless you desire a stern punishment."
I kept my lips sealed, not wanting any part of his vile, obscene desire. The next thing I knew was that he had now added another finger to the first one; pressing both of them firmly against my lips. Fear commanded my brain. I slowly parted my lips as the fingers found their way into my mouth, even touching my tongue. My body froze; as such a thing had never occurred before and I was shocked by my involuntary movement. The fingers started thrusting in and out of my mouth; continuously, seemingly waiting for me to begin to suckle them.
Afraid that a third finger would join the two, I slowly began to suck on the man's fingers. I suppose I should have been thankful, that he stopped pushing
them in and out. Another soft whisper came telling me to "work the tongue over and around them."
The only thing I could think of was that he must have some weird fetish about
getting his fingers sucked on; so being the only option, I did as the mayor ordered me to do. At least his fingers weren't dirty or purposely coated with
some nasty, disgusting substance. The only thing I was thankful for was that
none of the men could see the tears streaming down my face.
The sound of the front door opening, created an air of surprise; but to the men sitting around the table it was an expected occurrence. "Hey Carl, about time; your dinner is getting cold."
"Sorry about that," Carl said, "but I thought for a while that I might just have another visitor lined up. You get the other one all settled in?"
"Come see for yourself," the mayor said.
"Jesus, you've already scraped him clean and you got him sucking your fingers
before I got a chance to greet him properly." Carl said, sounding astonished.
"Well, I'm just keeping him warm down there. You'll get your 'finders' fee after you've eaten and got yourself all cleaned up." The mayor responded, yet sounded disheartened.
"You can count on it," Carl quickly replied. "I couldn't even find a gay hiker that wanted to give me a blowjob; so I guess I'll just have to break in the
straight kid. You guys come up with a name for it yet?"
"No, not yet," someone else answered, "but we do have a situation that only you can answer. There's a tie amongst the counsel as to whether it gets the foreskin removed, so you have to break the tie."
"Damn, you know; I never thought to look at its cock when he was pissing the first day. I suppose... well... I suppose we should remove it, unless you all want to keep having to skin him back and scrub it every day."
Upon hearing Carl say that, I froze like a block of ice; but not for long. The mayor began thrusting his fingers deeper into my mouth which seemed to bring me nearer to my gag reflex, so I quickly started sucking.
I was the main topic of discussion for the next ten or fifteen minutes, among
the entire group. Carl seemed rather disheartened that they didn't wait for him before shaving off my hair. I guess he liked to join in the festivities as much as the next man.
The mayor brought everyone back to silence with a simple wrapping of his glass with a spoon. "Now, I want all of you to know that the new it, has graciously and most generously donated a little over eleven hundred dollars to our community. I'm sure that each and every one of you, over the course of the next
day or so will find some special way of thanking the it for his heart felt contribution."
DONATED! Son of a bitch stole the money out of my wallet. Damn I bet he even went through it and even knows my name and address. I'm screwed!
"And, gentlemen; the it has also given us a generous amount of air time on his cellphone. So we'll be drawing numbers for anyone who desires to place a call, and he has donated the entire contents of, including the backpack to our supply of clothing for anyone in need of new clothes. They will be available for your inspection tomorrow morning over in the supply cabin. That also includes a new pair of Bean hiking boots."
Now I am REALLY screwed!
"I probably outta mention that the it has a brother down south. He placed a call to him the first night we met. He even told me that this one brother is gay." Carl abruptly informed the group. "GAY! Gay is he." The mayor responded. "I think I'll just have to have a bit of fun with the brother. Boy, run fetch me that phone!
"Sir, yes Sir," I heard the mayor's son reply, as the door shut as quick as it had opened.
"Well, I'm not sure just yet what to say to the it's brother; but I'm sure I can come up with something rather clever don't you think, Carl?"
"Certainly, one could arrive at such thoughts which would alleviate any undue
stress on him, freeing him from worry if he didn't hear from his brother. One just might drop a few suggestive hints as to what the it is doing or might be doing on it's vacation. The thought of one brother having such a wide and diverse amount of cock to please would surely bring a bit on contempt to the gay brother. Being gay myself, I know that I'd have just a bit of jealousy flare up if MY brother was on vacation sucking cock, getting fucked, playing in the outhouse and all the other nice things we have planned for him. Afterall, we don't get to many visitors up here and we sure don't want it going home thinking that we weren't hospitable."
Just then the door opened and the boy handed his father MY cellphone. The mayor removed his fingers from my mouth and no sooner was I breathing and feeling better, did Carl reach under the table and grab the leash; pulling me over to his own lap. He pushed my head down into his smelly jeans and I thought that I'd puke just from the stench of them. The stench of dried piss mixed with the waft rising from his butt. It was easy to tell that even Carl's ass wasn't all that clean.
I heard the chime of my phone, alerting me that the power had just been turned on. The mayor, from the sound of it, was checking to see what the last number dialed was. Carl, was more concerned at the moment, getting a finger into my mouth.
Everyone fell silent, once again, and I just knew that my phone was really going to be used to call Ryan. How on earth, am I ever going to explain all of this to my brother? He's going to think nothing but the worst of me, caring little that I've been snatched by this gang of misfits. Ryan, knowing him as I do, will probably come to the conclusion that I've been nothing more than a closet homosexual all these years. The whole world started to crumble around me.
"Yes, hell-o is this ah...Ryan? No, I'm a friend of your brothers. No, he's fine, he just wanted me to call you and to let you know that he won't be calling you to often while he's on his vacation. No, nothing like that. Well, I suppose I can tell you bits and pieces of what I know, not a problem. Your brother has made a few friends, well actually about ten or so, and he is going to be staying with them for a bit. No, nothing like that; no drugs are involved. You see Ryan, your brother is experiencing something that he never expected to experience; and well... he wants to continue his experience. NO, he's not in trouble with the law. Yes, something like that you might say; it doesn't involve sex right at the moment, but rest assured your brother will get more involved in sex than he could ever dream of. Well if I told you to much more, you might decide to call the police and that would mean your brother might not just make it back home; or at least not as soon as he could've. Yes, he's fine but busy right now. Well Ryan... since you asked... he's sucking on something. No, not a cock, not yet anyway. Picture, how does one do that? With this phone? Never heard of such a thing. He does? Well maybe tomorrow he can show me how to take his picture, and then I'll be sure to send it to you, so you'll know he's just fine. He'll be the one without any clothes on and no hair anywhere on his body. Who me? Careful how you talk to me young man or else your brother may just have to pay the consequence for your insubordination. No, nothing like that, yet. Maybe. Well that's a possibility also, but depends on him. I can send you a photo of him sucking his first cock or taking a stiff dick up his ass if you want. Ok, then. Well I'll see about this picture thing in the morning and I'll be sure to tell him what you said. Yep, nice talking to you too and I'm sure we'll be talking more. Right, okay thanks for your time. Have a nice evening Ryan. Bye."
God Almighty! What must my brother think now? I hope he doesn't go blabbing to the rest of the family; they'll call the cops and I'll end up dead in some boxcar on a damn train for weeks. Maybe Ryan can work out some kind of deal with these men and get me outta here. Maybe he is already thinking of a way to get me some help. Maybe he's going to start driving up here and at least he'd be close by. But for all he knows, I'm no where near where I told him I was
going.
"So what the boy say?" Blurted out one of the men.
"Well, he's shocked that his brother has gotten himself mixed up with a bunch of sadist. He said that he thought his brother had more sense than to fall for something like that. The kid said he wanted a picture, so he knows that his brother is okay; so tomorrow after breakfast we are going to take his picture on this phone and send it to him. Not that I don't know how to do it, but I wanted the boy to think I wasn't to smart. He did say something however that was rather interesting. He said, and I'm quoting him, "he might not think sucking cock is so bad, after he's sucked a few."
Now I know my brother, and he DID NOT say that.
"Boy turn on the television. It's about time for the state and local news." The mayor barked at his kid.
"This visitor needs to be eating soon, don't he?" Asked Carl. "I'm tired and need a good bath; so I figure before I take liberties with the visitor, I'd get him to give me a nice hot bath. Then maybe him and me can get better acquainted."
Everybody started laughing, but it felt as if they were laughing at me, not 'with' Carl. Carl withdrew his finger from my mouth and stood up; pulling on my leash so I'd follow him over to where the boy and I were to eat our meal. The whole room watched Carl as he tied my wrist behind my back and shoved my face right down into the plate of food. "Eat up bitch", was all Carl said and went back to his chair to sip fresh coffee, eat homemade pie and watch the news on t.v.
I paid no attention to what the television was saying; as I was so hungry and
only wanted to fill my stomach. The boy was sitting on his butt, right next to me; eating with his hands. I felt as if he was there as sort of a 'watchman'; catching every mouthful of food I lapped up, with his ever staring eyes.
I didn't have a chance to hardly think, as no sooner that my plate was licked
clean; Carl came over and led me out of the mess hall. The sky had grown black and the air had a certain dry chill; as I crawled obediently behind Carl. We went passed the cabin that I was in earlier, thankfully; and behind yet another cabin, to what appeared to be nothing more than a shed.
Carl ignited a kerosene lantern and opened the door and tugged at me leash to
keep me close at hand. Inside the shed was nothing more than another wood stove, huge pails of water and an old fashion bath tub. Carl immediately started the fire in the stove; the crackling of the wood and the odor of the smoke seemed to briefly distract whatever was to come.
"Now let's get started." Carl said quite calmly. "Your job tonight is to make
sure that I have a nice warm bath and also you are expected to bath me; as I'm responsible for your being here and this is my 'reward' so to speak. You needn't worry about having enough hot water, as the mayor's boy will be fetching you several more pails, as soon as the mess hall is cleared out."
Fuck me! Now I'm supposed to bath a man? Something is really fucked up around
this place, I thought to myself.
The wick on the lantern was turned up, and the glow from it gave me a much better sense of my surroundings. Carl tied my leash to one of the stubby legs on the tub and released the binding on my wrists; reminding me, that to attempt an escape would be futile not to mention painful upon my capture.
He then told me that it was my responsibility to disrobe him. Now I'm no prude, but to remove another man's clothes sure is leaning towards the gay side of life. Not that I hadn't such sucked on his finger, but somewhere I was positive that their charade would come to an end.
My fingers trembled as I began to unbutton his shirt, exposing what was a massive chest of muscle. I wasn't one to visit a gym, but I ate right and felt good all the time; but this guy, when cleaned up, might just be calendar material.
I slid the shirt down his arms which revealed everything I'd seen the first time we met. Somehow, being so close to him seemed more, how can I say... intimate. One thing for sure, he did need a good bath. Not only did his clothes need a good cleaning but the aroma of perspiration emitting from his armpits nearly consumed my sense of smell. He stood in silence, waiting and probably anticipating the next article of clothing to be removed, after his boots and socks. My entire body began to shake, as he sat down on the edge of the tub, just waiting for me to slip the boots off. I don't know if it was me, or the wood stove; but I was starting to really heat up.
Carl stood up, after I'd removed his footwear; and placed his hands on his hips. I stared directly into his eyes, silently pleading with him to put a stop to all of this nonsense.
"Don't be bashful, now's not the time for a guy in your position to think he's above taking another man's pants off. Besides, it won't be the first time you've seen my cock, now is it." Carl said, in a more soft and tender voice.
There was a knock at the door and Carl hollered out 'ENTER', and the teenaged
boy came in carrying two large pails of water. He dumped the first two buckets of water in the tub and after setting the last to on the stove he scurried off to refill the others.
"It's going to take him some time to get the tub half full, so we'll have plenty of time to talk and get acquainted. I know you must have a million questions and I can see in your eyes that you are always looking for a good time to run off. If need be I can get one of the other guys to stay with us and he'll have a pretty good sized leather strap to keep you in line, if that's what you want."
I stood silent and Carl remained standing; anticipating the moment that I would have to eventually unbuckle his belt and remove his jeans.
"I don't know what they've told you already, but I can tell you that you'll be with us for quite some time. We don't get many visitors up here; and the only good sex I ever get is when I run across some gay dude who's walking the trails. They always seem eager to suck on my big cock and swallow my man cream."
As Carl spoke, he slowly and carefully placed his hands over mine, and brought them to his waist. The sensation of touching another man in such a manner seemed not to be as distasteful as I had thought; and as I kept looking down at the two pair of hands, Carl continued speaking.
"I guess you might have noticed, but I'm going to tell you anyway; that nobody around here talks to or even touches the mayor's kid. The boy knows his job
better than anybody and has the bruises to prove it. You really pissed the mayor off when he discovered that you'd violated the only two rules which can and will bring you a rather severe punishment."
Carl slowly and methodically moved my hands over top of his belt buckle and continued.
"I'm not one for forcing anybody to do anything they don't want to do; but I won't play games either. We are going to work together, just you and me; and I'll do what I can to get you over a few of your homophobic fears. We are going to take this night, nice and slow. I want to enjoy it, and you; and I'm thinking that perhaps since your vacation plans have changed, you might just want to experience something unlike anything you've ever done or felt."
My hands seemed to respond to Carl's words; I knew that in order to keep Carl in this rather subdued mood I needed to act soon. I slowly began to unbuckle his belt, and then I reached for the zipper on his jeans.
"Good boy, see that wasn't so bad now was it? Now don't get alarmed when the kid keeps coming and going. He is used to seeing naked men, and is most intrigued, I'm sure, by your presence. Now, take your time and ease the jeans down to my feet and then remove them. Once you've got them off, I want you to kneel right in front of me, so that you are eye level with my cock."
The door slowly opened and another exchange of water was completed, and just like Carl said; the kid didn't stop for one second.
I couldn't help but to feel Carl's skin as I slowly pulled his jeans down. I wasn't surprised that he hadn't been wearing any underwear. It seemed a stark
contrast between his body and mine, in so many ways. Even if I could have compared body hair, Carl would have easily won out. The hair from his navel to his feet was thick and dark, highlighting the tanned skin of his body. Indeed, I really did look as white as a snow flake.
"A lot of times we use this shed for a steam room when somebody gets a cold and congested. When this place was in full use as a lumberjack camp, this shed was full every night with some of the biggest and probably the meanest loggers in the business. Now, since the paper companies moved out, there are several other logging camps just like this, scattered all over the place. But this one is the best, just because we have the railroad coming by."
Carl continued speaking, and I continued listening; pretending that he hadn't
just gently pulled my head into his crotch. The pubic bush and the scent of sweat, caused an initial jerk reaction; but Carl's hands kept my head in place.
"Tonight, just think about what the two of us are going to experience. You're
going to feel exhilarated by the time you return to the Pain Center. You're going to wish that this night never had to end. You're going to want to do this over and over again; as it will be one of the few times and places where you can act out your needs and desires. I have the next two days off from hiking and you and I will spend some quality time together, not necessarily quantity time. You're going to use this time to recuperate from each day's trails and tribulations."
The door opened again, and the kid finished filling the tub, leaving two additional pails of water on the stove. I thought that the kid was going to leave, but instead he just knelt in front of the door; facing us and the tub.
I could feel Carl's cock hardening and knew that my night was about to change; change forever.
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