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North Country Chapter Thirty
By the time I had gotten around to realize the fact that I'd passed out earlier, I was already in another room. Every muscle in my groin ached, as never before. My cock seemed to be suffering the worst of all.
As the fog lifted from my brain, it became obvious that I was also in a very vulnerable position. I was on some sort of padded bench, on my back; with my body having been bent backwards in a gentle fashion. When I looked up my torso, all that I could see, before seeing the ceiling, were my aching balls and cock. The tube had been re-attached to my piss plumbing and it ran down alongside of the bench. It seemed a little strange, at first, that I was apparently alone in the room; but the break from having men using me for their personal pleasures was a welcome relief.
All I could do was stare at my naked body. With my cock laying flat on my abdomen, it gave me the first real opportunity to see myself as a slave. I replayed, once again, the events of the night and how Master seemed to make everything feel as it was all good and proper. Master had shown a great deal of affection towards me for which, had it not been for him, the pain may just have been a bit overwhelming. I could still taste Master's tongue in my mouth; his
masculine scent still filled my nostrils. I could feel the soft, golden touch, of Master's hands soothing away the pain and most of all, the fear which I had earlier felt.
The door to this room opened, with a chorus of voices. The only one I readily
recognized was that of Master. Turning my head to the right, my eyes saw the
lower portions of Master's legs. As I cast my eyes towards the ceiling, Master's gracious and magnificent body came into view. His ocean blue eyes, his re-assuring smile came flooding over my body, into the depths of my soul.
The one thing that I noticed, paying little to no attention to; was the fact that the mirrored wall was directly behind Master, which meant that I was laying sideways to whomever was looking through from the opposite side.
On my left, came a towering figure of a man; dressed in leather pants, bare chested except for a rather well crafted leather vest. I hadn't recalled seeing him when we first arrived; so either he was late in coming or he was already there but not available to receive his greeting.
My head quickly turned back towards Master, as he began speaking to me. "Glad to see that you've recovered from your lesson. In this room, as it is, is Master Ty's area of recreation and relaxation. As before, I'll be with you the whole time, but I'm almost certain that you will find little need for me; as
your comfort station. Master Ty, by the way, is the gentleman who has agreed to hire your services in his dry cleaning and laundry establishment. The reason you are here now, is to be the reward for his personal 'boys' and employees."
Damn, I'd forgotten about having to work; while being my brother's slave. I turned my head back to get another, perhaps better look at Master Ty, but he'd
stepped away from me and now there were three naked males standing in his place.
"As you can see, Master Ty has some of the most beautiful 'boys' in the area.
They've either asked Master Ty to be one of his slaves, or they've been educated into the world which we all know is the proper, perfect and best suited for Masters and slave 'boys' such as yourself. They work diligently for their Master and when they've earned enough credits, Master Ty rewards them with something new, something different and most always something which brings pleasure and fulfillment to their Master."
I glanced back at the three slaves, noticing that they too were hairless; but their body jewelry was in some cases smaller than mine; and in one particular case, the slave had dozens more rings piercing his flesh than I did. I suppose it all depends on the slave, and how the Master wishes and desires his slave to appear.
"As for the reward Master Ty has determined that his slaves will have the distinct pleasure and honor to wax your body. Each of them will be allowed to drip wax on you until such time as their Master deems that enough has been applied; at which time Master Ty will allow them to masturbate over your body until all three have drained their slave balls."
MY mind flashed back to the camp in the woods, recalling the torment those men had put me through when they did something similar. It looked as if I was just going to have to accept it as something which would make me a stronger and better serving slave for Master Ryan. My eyes were frozen in place, looking at the three slaves; slaves that I would soon be working alongside. As they turned away, to get their candles from Master Ty, I became shaken to the core; witness to the brutal marks which covered their backs and legs; some of which had tiny flecks of dried blood. I late discovered that they had been in Master Ryan's 'room', with Master Ty; as Master Ty had meted out his sadistic weekly punishment on his slaves.
As my senses detected the odor of sulphur, signaling that the candles were being ignited; I noticed that Master Ryan had moved out of the way, allowing a clear view of the proceedings from outside the wall. When the three slaves turned back, facing me, I noticed that each of the three cocks were in different stages of becoming erect. None of the slaves had a smile on their face, but I could assimilate that they were doing this 'waxing' mostly to please their master. Standing directly behind them now, was Master Ty and Master Ryan; each with their hands reaching around the slaves, fondling the slave cocks to full hardness.
Without having to be told to commence; the three males began dripping the molten wax on my body. At first it wasn't bad at all; probably due to the height from which they were dropping it. But soon enough Master Ty commanded them to bring the candles lower and as each drop landed on fresh skin, the need to
scream out was becoming more and more uncontrollable.
Master Ty lifted up my cock, by the Prince Albert, and told his dark skinned slave to begin coating my shaft; which included the abused flesh surrounding my ring and catheter. Without as much as a doubtful worry, the slave obeyed; sending drop after drop of hot wax onto my cock.
Master Ryan positioned one of the slaves, the prettiest of the three, in between my legs; whereby he commenced to cover my nuts in a thick mass of wax.
There was some laughter from Master Ty, as he released his hold on my ring; saying that either there was enough wax on my cock, or "perhaps your slave is enjoying this a bit to much".
My cock was at a ninety degree angle, away from my body; and even I was questioning whether or not it was because I was reacting favorably to such a treatment.
The third slave, perhaps the youngest of the three, continued dripping wax on my stomach, allowing it to appear as it rivers of wax were working their way
towards my head.
"Master Ty, I believe you just might be correct in your assumption", Master Ryan blurted out. "It also appears that the slave's balls are trying to retract in a formidable way. See how the two different applications of wax are now becoming as one."
"Yes I do believe your slave is enjoying this a bit too much", Master Ty continued; "I've noticed that the slave is pumping out more of its piss each time wax lands on his worthless body."
A snap of his fingers and an unorthodox gesture, Master Ty seemed to be signaling some one from the corridor. Moments later the door opened up, with none of the three slaves stopping, and I saw someone hand Master Ty, a long red plastic funnel. Simply and without a word, Master Ty approached me and put the small end of the funnel against my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted the funnel with the knowledge that I would soon be used as a urinal. What I didn't see, but felt, was Master Ryan installing a similar funnel into my ass.
By command, the three slaves extinguished their respective candle and set them on the floor. As if it had been rehearsed, the three slaves began to masturbate over my body. I watched, amazed, yet horrified as they stroked their cocks; astonished how the one slave with the abundance of rings on his shaft could even begin to manipulate his skin.
At the same time my body became aware of Master Ryan's piss flowing into my ass; while Master Ty exposed his own cock and began with a solid steam of piss into the funnel. I swallowed with every ounce of energy I could muster up, not wanting to spill a single drop.
There were the beginning sounds of three impending orgasms from the three slaves. The more they stroked their meaty cocks, the closer they got to releasing their pent up sperm. One could only guess just how long they'd all gone without ejaculating.
With loud moans a several shouts of 'fuck yes', or 'I'm cumming' the three slaves sent a torrent of hot sperm, raining down on my body. I was even able to
glance at them as they all squeezed the last few drops of the pearly white honey from their dicks.
One by one, they lined up behind Master Ty, waiting their turn at pissing into the funnel; but before they were allowed to drain their piss, Master Ryan had begun cranking a small handle beneath the bench, which eased the strain on my back and allowed my head to rise up ever so slightly.
The position I was now in, allowed me an easier time in swallowing the three,
separate and different tasting loads of slave piss. I could even get a better view of Master Ryan, who was still standing by my ass; with what appeared to be an approving look on his face.
I had momentarily lost sight of Master Ty, but it was Master Ryan's words that filled the room. "It is much better for you to get acquainted with your co-workers this way, rather than have to waste time at work wondering all of the
who's, what's and where's. I'm pleased that you have displayed a great deal of tolerance today, my slave; as such tolerance and understanding in your life will go far in making you a better person."
Master Ryan took the time to introduce, as it were, the three slaves that I'd be working alongside of week after next. For sure, I would have forgotten which name went with each face by then, but then; I could at least have a little comradery with them as I tried to match the face to the name.
In the absence of Master Ty, Ryan had the three slaves begin peeling the hardened wax away from my skin. It didn't hurt at all, and I rather enjoyed the companionship of the three slaves. None of them spoke, but they all managed to
let me know, in their own special way, that they were proud to have me as not only a fellow worker, but as a slave. My dick remained erect, as the last piece of wax was lifted off of the head of my cock. And then, without warning the three slaves went to work, licking off the drying sperm which they'd shot onto my body just minutes earlier. As if to tease me, or elicit some sort of response from me, one of the slaves began to suck on my balls, while another slave was darting his tongue back and forth in my mouth. The third, younger, slave crawled around below Master Ryan and just as soon as Master had withdrawn the funnel from my ass, the slave planted his face against my flesh and began ingesting the piss and ass slime. My cock suffered greatly, as it had no feasible means of relief; but the attention I was getting seemed like an excellent 'trade-off'.
It wasn't much longer and Mr. Thomas and Master Ty re-entered the room. There
were a few minutes of hushed conversation between them and Master. The three slaves had immediately withdrawn from their tasks and had assumed a most eloquent position the moment their master had entered.
Master Ty barked "come" and his three slaves crawled out of the room, following their master with smiles on their faces. Mr. Thomas set a small folded cloth on my stomach and opened it up, revealing nothing more than a small plastic clamp and an empty syringe.
He used the clamp to close off my catheter and with the empty syringe he drained the water from the balloon up inside my bladder. It didn't seem to bother me when he slowly withdrew the long rubber tube from my dick, but he did mention that the first few times that I had to pee, it would hurt a 'tad bit'. He had no sooner completed the sentence and he was out of the room, leaving just myself and Master.
Master approached me, with a rather nice smile on his face. "It appears that you get along with the three 'boys' rather well. With all of their experience I can see why it is that your slave dick is so fucking stiff. You've done very well, so far, and I would certainly hope that your progress continues throughout the remainder of the night and into the rest of your life. But I think you deserve a break from your training, well... at least from this part of it anyway."
I listened intently, as Master Ryan began removing the bindings which had been holding my body bound so firm. "While one of the others cleans up this room, I need you to go out and tend to the needs of all the guest. See if they need something cold to drink or something to snack on. I want you to be polite, as I know from growing up with you that you are. You might say that this next task is sort of like a test. I want to see just how well you interact with others, while you're not being restrained or trained. Those which you will be serving, have every right to touch your slave body, but none of them will 'ask' you to do anything that you are not trained to do. None of the men will be fucking you and none of the females will require you to perform any of the things which I feel are vile and disgusting. Afterwards, we'll get you all cleaned up again for the balance of your training. Now go out there with a smile and smartness in your step and tend to the guests. Make your Master proud."
Master helped lift me off the bench and even massaged my legs and arms, getting the soreness to abate, while I struggled to gain my balance.
Once Master had opened the door, I began walking slowly; which really took a bit of concentration at first. Just outside the door was Paul, kneeling in what looked like a 'duck squat'. Master simply commanded that he go in and get the room all cleaned up, just as he'd cleaned the last two. Paul who had been
whipped, flogged and grossly decorated with countless piercings crept slowing into the room, closing the door behind himself.
The hallway seemed darker than I'd remembered, probably because of the lights
being off in the rooms and in the hallway. There was a small amount of chatter coming from the main room of the club, and I almost feared what I would find once I stepped into the gathering of masters and slaves.
Besides the hushed chatter amongst some of the masters, there was a movie playing on a rather large flat screen television. I instantly recalled that the movie was entitled, "Life as a House" (a fantastic movie). Although the lighting was dim in the room, I could make out all of the faces.
I saw Henry standing, patiently, behind the bar area; so I quickly maneuvered
around the leather sofas and recliners in order that I might ask Henry about my task. Henry seemed quite pleased to see me, as he stood there, as if expecting me.
I didn't even have to ask the questions as Henry was quick to get me started on what to take, and to whom.
My first tray of sodas and the like, went to the two females, who were most appreciative of my manners; and I, that they didn't find a reason or need to fondle my cock or balls. On the way back to the bar, I noticed the 'mayor' sitting alone in one of the recliners, which was placed close to the bathtub.
My next tray of refreshments went to Master Ty, Mr. Thomas and Master Jeb. After I'd emptied the tray, each of the men had the need to feel my cock and balls; even bringing my cock to full attention;
I was serving everyone; everyone that is, except Master Ryan, who was leaning
against the wall by the hallway, observing each and every movement I made.
"Has everyone gotten something cold to drink? You'll be serving them all a nice snack in a couple of minutes, so make sure that none of the guest need a refill", Henry quickly asserted his authority over me.
I was about to tell Henry that all guest had something cold to drink, but instinct told me different. I quickly, stepped over in front of Master and knelt
before his body and quietly asked if he would like something drink. Master patted my naked head and commended me on being alert and gracious. "I'll have a coffee, please 'boy' and be quick about it."
No sooner had I told Henry that Master needed a coffee, then Henry quietly lit into me; because I didn't know if Master Ryan took his coffee with cream or
sugar. "You'll have to go back and ask him 'boy'. A good slave always knows the likes and dislikes of his master."
Back I went to Master Ryan, kneeling before him, I begged his forgiveness for
not knowing about the cream and sugar. His reply was most eloquent and it made me feel warm all over.
After serving Master his coffee, I began passing out small plates of snacks to the guests. All of the slaves remained quiet, content on watching the movie; at the feet of their master.
I informed Henry that I felt the need to piss; and he instantly gave me a stern look. "Well, if you can't hold it, you'll have to use tonight's community toilet."
I must have shown a queried look on my face, as Henry instantly pointed to the tub. "Just don't fuck up and think you can use one of he funnels. Just piss in the tub and get your fucking ass right back here."
There was no way that I could hide from everyone, while I pissed. The way the
tub and furniture was situated; anyone who used the tub for urination could easily be seen by everyone else in the room.
The closer I got to the tub, I focused on the two funnels and before I knew it I was standing next to the tub, looking down at the human figure that appeared to be the 'mayor's ' son. Even though he had a funnel in his mouth and one in his ass; the tub still had a considerable amount of piss in it.
The hair on his head was matted down, apparently from countless times of being pissed on. I hesitated momentarily, thinking about where to piss. I really didn't feel the need to piss on the man's body, so I began pissing in between
his legs; until the sound of my piss splashing into the tub made quite a resonating noise.
I squeezed my dick, halting the flow for a moment; and then I moved over just
about a foot and began to piss on his cock and balls. There wasn't much of a
noise, but I did notice that every pair of eyes in the room was focused on my actions.
Just as Mr. Thomas had said, there was a short, sharp burning sensation; but it quickly subsided. I was more amazed at watching my piss not only spray out
through my piss slit, but the hole on the underside of my cock as well. The two separate and distinct streams of piss seemed to make me feel different and special. I quickly, trying not to be noticed, looked in Master Ryan's direction; seeing that he was still observing me.
I quickly made my way back to Henry, who had me come behind the bar. I instantly saw that Henry's cock was exposed and I knew that, as my Master's slave, I was required to administer pleasure to Henry; as a way of showing my appreciation for all of his help in getting the guest taken care of.
It didn't take Henry long, before he was holding me by my earrings and thrusting his hips back and forth. Nor did it take him long to make a sizeable deposit, deep within my mouth.
As I stood up, I saw that Master Ryan was motioning for me to go to him. Kneeling at his feet, he bent down and whispered that it was time for me to get cleaned up. I turned to follow him and noticed that Paul was once again squatting in the hall. Once we'd passed Paul, he crawled behind me as we entered a room that was covered in tile from the ceiling to the floor.
"Clean the slave up, inside and out and I don't want to smell piss or cum anywhere on its body", Master Ryan ordered Paul, in a tone which commanded obedience.
No sooner had the door closed behind Master that Paul got to his feet and began turning on the overhead shower heads. The water was nice and warm, and actually felt relaxing.
While the water rained down, Paul quickly went into action; administering my enemas. Had I been given permission to speak, I would have; as I had countless questions of no consequence to ask Paul. Likewise, Paul remained silent and
dutifully went about his task of scrubbing me squeaky clean.
As if on cue, the door opened up just as Paul had finished drying me off. In came Master Ryan, Master's Troy and Jeb; followed by one of the females.
The female moved over to Paul and placed a thick rope around his neck, looking at Master Troy saying, "We'll have him back at your place Wednesday night, no later than nine o'clock."
Nothing more was said, as Paul was dragged out of the shower room; but after he'd disappeared Master Troy said to all the others; " he's the one who wants to feel the 'full experience' and let me tell you that by the time the girls are done with him, he'll be willing and eager to eat a handful of my shit by
Wednesday."
I was without thought, emotion or feeling; as Paul was led away. All of my attention was focused on Master and Master only.
As all the others left to return to the main room, Master had me follow him down the hall; in the opposite direction.
Not that I was scared, but I was a bit nervous; not knowing what lay ahead. The moment Master opened the last door on the left, the overpowering fragrances of burning candles filled my head.
Inside this room, if you desire to call it a room; was something out of a fairy tale. The room was decorated in lavish wall coverings, which appeared to be of fine cloth. There was one large (extra wide) lounge chair, a small sofa and the most beautifully adorned bed I'd ever seen. The only illuminations were the countless candles which really set the room off as being part of a castle.
In a subtle tone of voice Master began speaking to me, covering just about every aspect of my life over the last month or so; after which he began talking to me about himself, his feelings and his emotions.
As he spoke he moved himself into the large recliner and beckoned me to sit on his lap. His hands instantly began roaming over my body in ways that I'd never experienced before.
He spoke endlessly about many things, including our family; which didn't upset me as much as I thought I might. I could feel the beginnings of an erection from beneath Master's trousers and I so much wanted to expose that part of him that I could barely contain myself.
Master began to gently kiss the nape of my neck, behind my ears and other places above my shoulders which only increased my own feelings; feelings about my Master not withstanding.
Before long, Master had me kneeling in front of him; as he stood up and I was
commanded to remove Master's clothing. Just the presence of Master standing over me seemed to feel just and proper. I treated his clothing will a great deal of respect as I removed each article and folded it nicely.
When Master was completely naked, he lifted me to my feet and began, once more, to massage my skin. Soon, none to soon, we found ourselves in each others arms, kissing as if it were the right and normal thing to be doing.
Master used a small amount of his body weight to guide me backwards, towards the bed. I quickly turned around, and without being told, I pulled the covers down, tossing the extra pillows to the floor.
With Master's guidance, I was eased onto the bed; feeling the soft comfort of
the silk sheet beneath my naked frame. Master Ryan slowly climbed onto the bed and resumed his explorations of my entire body; some of it with his hands and some with his moist and loving mouth.
I hadn't reciprocated in any manner, as it was all I could do to maintain myself in somewhat of a controlled state.
Never in my life, had I ever experienced anything like it. Fuck, I'd never even gone through this much detail when I was a free person and bedding down the opposite sex.
But, when Master's head returned to align itself with my face, there was no holding me back as I eagerly and wantonly pulled Master's lips to mine.
To Be continued....
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