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North Country Chapter Thirty One
I never would have expected Master to treat me so gentle and kind. We cuddled, caressed and fondled each other for eternity; or so it seemed. There were a
couple of 'lighter' moments when Master would quietly say something like, "your nose ring keeps getting in the way", which seemed to be his way of telling me that he enjoyed kissing me.
There was actually one time where the two of us were rolling around on the bed, trying to get better access to each others genitals. For me to find myself sucking a cock without provocation or threat of punishment seemed to be some sort of turning point; at least where it concerned Master. Had it of been someone else, I'd probably revert back to a slave's mentality and do such, as something that was/is required of most every slave.
Ryan's mouth sucking on my nuts was, and still, is a large part of my sexual relief. I only wished that my cock didn't have to support wearing the Prince Albert ring; otherwise, just maybe, Master might have wrapped his lips around
his slave's cock.
With my balls getting sucked on, Master had no problem coaxing me to spread my legs and bend them at the knees; exposing my anus to his probing finger (s). I so much wanted to grasp Master's head, but once again I feared that such an action, of dominance, might provoke him which in turn, would end his nut sucking.
However, once Master had released my balls, he gently slid himself up to my chest, leaving a couple of fingers in my ass. In the most caring of a voice Master quietly said to me, "I need to feel my cock in my 'baby's' ass. I desire to fuck you, before anything else happens."
"I want you to take my ass, as it truly does belong to my Master", I said without even thinking. I, too, wanted to feel his cock inside of me. I'm not sure why I said what I did, other than to think that all of our childhood antics where now playing out in real life, as a Master and his slave.
Withdrawing his fingers, Master presented them to my mouth and I quickly sucked them both clean.
Master's fuck was like none I'd ever experienced. It was almost as if I could
see myself, feel myself, fucking a girl. Master had intercourse with me in such a way, that I was nearly left breathless and wanting more, long after he'd deposited his manseed inside of me. It truly was the tenderest of moments that I'd ever, in my lifetime, experienced. But how could that be, I asked myself; not really thinking about answering my own question. I was now more than ever, beginning to feel, to sense, to understand, the deep down, suppressed feelings and emotions that I had for my brother. Yes, I'm older than Master, but that just doesn't seem to come into consideration when I think of all the things he has taught me. I'm beginning to feel that the pain and humiliation was not just a ploy on Master's part to get me to surrender my body and soul to him. Beyond the pain, seems to be a world of reward.
I had to clean Master's cock, once he'd extracted it from my ass; but I was
surprised when I discovered that Master was not yet out of his own `moment of passion and pleasure', as he once more inserted two fingers up my sperm coated ass and began to manipulate my prostate gland like never before.
"Baby", Master began; "Your Master needs to bond with you again. Your Master needs to control your neglected sexual needs. Baby wants his Master to bring him pleasure, doesn't it?"
"Please Master, oh yes PLEASE Master", I said with an excited voice; as two more fingers worked their way up my rectum.
"Baby's ass has gotten a little tighter since we last bonded. Does baby feel it needs more attention?"
"Yes, Master; what ever Master feels his baby needs, then Master's slave shall accept it as the will of its Master." I quickly answered as I felt the thick part of Master's hand begin twisting and turning and the entrance to my soul. Once more, I didn't understand where that response came from; but I was beginning to realize that my mind and my body were no longer mine to control. Instinctively, I pulled my knees up and further apart; as Master's hand finally entered, allowing him to slowly twist it around inside of me. With each couple of turns, Master inched just a little more of his forearm into my body and I could feel my sphincter muscles stretching like they'd never stretched before. My gut was so sensitive that I could even feel Master's fingers as they seemed to flicker back and forth around and over my gland.
Opening my eyes, it was easy to see my cock standing straight up; with what must have been a couple of small droplets of pre cum glistening in the candle light. All I could see of my nuts wasn't much; as they must have begun retracting up inside of me. My mouth opened and I began an uncontrollable, steady stream of moans and groans; as Master continued to inch more and more of his arm up inside of me.
"Baby likes what its Master is doing this night. You sound as if you could do this all day long. Master's baby knows that this is the only way that it will ever be able to have any form of sexual release from now on? I can't say how often baby will be allowed to spew his milk, but just know that its Master will always keep the well being of his slave in the front of his mind. Master knows how much a penis needs to spew seed, but Master also knows that spewing all depends on how good the Master's slave has been performing. And besides, we must give your penis some other name, as most of the slaves I know, don' t have cocks, dicks or penis'. I seem to recall that someone used to call my cock a pee-pee', so I feel only obligated that we call your thing a pee-pee'."
"Yes Master that is a fine name for my thing", I replied, knowing exactly who Master was referring to. Master could have called it anything he wanted, and I wouldn't have objected; not being this close to an orgasm.
My breathing was now out of control, and Master was increasing the speed with which he was pushing his arm in, and pulling it out to his wrist. In the dim light of the room, I watched as Master leaned forward; causing his cock to rub against my `pee-pee'. With his free hand, Master took hold of both of the organs and held them firm as his other hand made, what was to be the final push up my ass.
I let out some sort of animalistic sound, as never before; as string after string of my seed spewed from my `pee-pee', leaving a small amount hanging from the Prince Albert.
After several long seconds, Master removed his hand from our organs and began stirring the seed which had landed on my torso and above. It was the first time that I'd tasted my own seed in its purest form. I was a bit repulsed at first, but then; understanding that licking my seed from Master's finger brought him a great sense of pleasure, not to mention pride, made everything seem proper and normal.
Our final moments alone were comprised of me licking off the hand that had been so thoughtfully inserted up my ass; while listening to Master outline the days ahead. There was one part which totally brought me out from my euphoric state and back into reality; but I was cautious to not let Master detect my nervousness.
Just as soon as we entered the shower room, the sight of the mayor's son being harshly scrubbed was quite the sight. Two, older slaves, had the teen strung up by his wrist and were using what looked like hard bristled brushes, like you'd clean the wheels on your car with; one scrubbing the front of the teen and the other one digging his brush into the crack of the teen's ass. Off to the side, staying dry, were Mr. Thomas and the mayor; both of whom seemed to be in a rather serious discussion, presumably about the mayor's son. Mr. Thomas had his familiar, yet sadistic, expression on his face; as if he'd just been given a new toy at Christmas.
Recalling the days that I'd spent in the deep woods, with all of those men, I didn't seem to have one thread of sympathy or pity for the teenager. Normally, my reaction would have been a lot different; but in this case, in this precise situation, I couldn't seem to envision myself with such emotions or thoughts.
Master had adjusted our water to suit his needs and he handed me a rather large sea sponge and liquid soap, with which to bath his masculine physique. The tiled floor continued to present a problem to my already scraped and abused body, but I dealt with it, only because I knew that each and every movement of my body was under the watchful eye of my Master. I received a stomach full of Master's piss, just as I was about to cleanse his balls and cock, for which I remembered to thank Master loud enough so as they others in attendance would see that I was learning my lessons.
With Master all clean, the drops of water sparkling against the bright lights, I was left to scrub myself clean and to administer, for the first time, my very own deep cleaning.
Master joined the other two men, engaging in conversation, while keeping a constant watch over me.
The other side of the shower was now empty, except for the teenager; who was squatting over the drain in the floor, as water continued to rain down upon him from above. I guess that he was trying to void his last session with the enema hose; and I couldn't help but to wonder what was forthcoming for the lad.
By the time I was nearing the completion of my tasks, the mayor had already left the shower area; but now, Mr. Thomas was putting a small rope around the teenager's balls and leading him out, once again leaving just me and Master in the shower area. I'll never forget the look of fear in the teen's face, as rivers of tears flowed down his pretty face.
When we had barely gotten into the hallway, Master came to a sudden stop and returned to the room where we had had sex. At first I wasn't sure of his intentions, until I realized that Master had only wanted to get his clothes back on. It felt nice to be able to tend to dressing Master, as he stood like a statue. With a great many of the candles already extinguished, it didn't feel as seductive anymore, but I could smell the raw, overpowering, yet softness, of the odor of man to man sex in the room. Our sex, Master's sex; the sex that once again, seemed to enlighten, and affirm my place in the world.
As we exited the room, one of Master Ty's slaves quickly entered, as another of the slaves was already in the shower room cleaning away like a house on fire. On our way back towards the main room, I noticed that it appeared as if more lights had been turned on; reminding me of the one or two times I had stayed out late and was one of the last to leave the bar.
In the main room, the third slave was busy cleaning out the tub as Masters Ty, Jeb and Troy stood leaning against the bar; talking amongst themselves.
Master Ryan left me unattended, kneeling not to far away from him; which allowed me to hear some of their conversations.
I already knew that the females had left, taking Paul with them; but I didn' t know until just now that Henry and Mr. Thomas had left with the mayor's boy, allowing the mayor to follow the trio back to Master Troy's home.
Master Ty left to go check on his other two slaves, while the three remaining Masters continued chatting. I knew better than to concern myself with what they were talking about; but being so close, I couldn't help but to overhear one or two partial comments, and I was hoping that they weren't about me.
"No whip for your boy tonight", questioned Master Jeb.
"Not tonight, I think he's just about had enough for one day, and besides, his tomorrow will be much harder", came the response from Master Ryan.
I flicked my head just enough so that I could find the clock on the wall; and it read 4:11. This, indeed, had been a long day. This being, now Sunday, meant that after today, Master Ryan would be returning to work and I still had one more week to go before I had to start work at Master Ty's place.
"I tend to agree with you", Master Troy chimed in. "Seems as if everybody had a great evening and I'm sure that come next weekend things will be back to normal around here. I love these private parties, but I also like the idea of our little club raking in some money. I guess the other bars in town appreciate it when we close our doors for a function like tonight." "I'll second that statement", Master Ryan replied; "I don't think any of us are opposed to the extra cash we bring in on weekends. It's not like we are open seven nights a week, and besides if we can keep the kid and Paul busy for three nights a week we should make even more money. I know that your Henry enjoys all of the extra `fun' he's been having lately."
Master Ty walked back into the room, followed by his two domesticated slaves; and quickly gathered up his third one and began bidding his farewells to the masters.
I was pleased, in a way that the night was over. Master Ryan gathered up the small plastic bag which contained all of my cuffs and butt plug and I crawled behind them all, as they made their way back to the vehicle.
It seemed less offensive, now, that I was alone in the back compartment of the SUV; watching the few diehard humans heading home from a night out on the town. The entire, although short, trip back to the condo was done in silence; presumably because the three masters were contemplating their own personal need. Upon pulling into the parking garage, I startled to hear what I heard.
"Thanks again for everything guys. I don't know what I'd do without your support and guidance. I'll call you later tonight and let you know how the phone call with dad goes", Ryan said in a somber voice.
That said, I was let out of the back and kept up crawling behind my Master as the two others pulled away; leaving, even the garage, in a silence which seemed to emphasize the end of a long day.
There wasn't much activity once we got upstairs. Master Ryan had me undress him and he slept peacefully in bed, while I slept like a rock on my slave mattress.
I woke before Master, and briefly thought about going back to sleep; but I needed to prove something. I didn't know what it was that needed approval, but some inner being told me to get up and do something.
Stealthily, I got up and moved into the kitchen, closing the bedroom door behind me. I needed to piss but being as I didn't want to awaken Master, I opted to drain myself in the kitchen sink. God, that felt so refreshing.
My eyes caught sight of the small clock embedded on the panel of the microwave. It read 12:46,
Shit, I'd never slept this late in my whole life. As quickly, and as quietly, as I could; I started off by making a pot of coffee. I looked around in the frig to see what I could cook for a meal for Master and myself; and decided on making a simple breakfast.
I had gotten the sausage and bacon started, by the time the coffee had finished dripping into the decanter. I took a chance, perhaps you could call it a gamble; but I poured Master a cup of coffee and fixed it just like he drinks it and took it into the bedroom.
Master was awake; his eyes were as bright as a shooting star. The smile on his face was indescribable as he watched me come forward with his coffee.
Like a fuck'n stupid ass, I stood there expecting Master to rise up and accept the coffee. Taking the lead, Master eased his legs over the edge of the bed, exposing his cock. There was now a look of consternation on his face.
I watched as Master lifted his cock up and wagged it for a couple of seconds; and it was only then that I knew where I'd screwed up.
After putting the coffee on the nightstand, I knelt between his legs and accepted his morning slave offering. After Master had drained himself into my mouth, he quietly, simply rubbed my head; as he picked up his coffee and sampled it. "Quite good coffee, I must say", exclaimed Master Ryan, "yes, quite good indeed."
"Master, thank you Master", were the words that came pouring out of my mouth without me even having to remember proper slave etiquette'. "It smells like you are cooking, so I'll let you get back to the kitchen; but in the future it might pay dividends if you were to seek your Master's schedule first. Normally, I'd have you bath me before eating, but since we really haven't discussed' schedules yet..." Master trailed off as he stood up.
I moved back, allowing Master to trek off into the bathroom; and then I made a hasty retreat to the kitchen.
Master seemed to have enjoyed his meal, and then I quietly and properly ate mime; while Master remained seated at the table.
"Ya know, I really do admire the progress you've been making lately. If things would have been different years ago, just think how much we could have accomplished by now. I wasn't as dumb as you thought I was", Master said in a deep concerning sort of voice. "I knew what you were doing, by having me jack you off and all that other crap you forced me to do. Hell, I already knew that I liked boys, long before you did. It has taken all this time, and all the other shit to make you start understanding what you are and who you are. Now look at you... kneeling there all nice and pretty, your ass sticking up in the air, begging to be fucked... eating on the floor like an animal... and what is really surprising is that you seem to like it."
I listened with a great deal of interest to each sentence and tried to comprehend the meaning of Master's words.
Since Master's comments didn't need a response from me, I remained diligently silent; as I got up to clear the table and wash the dishes.
Master continued to sit there, apparently pleased with me, and not having anything to add to his last statement. I began to feel a little uneasy, just knowing that he was directly behind me, staring at my naked body or more precisely my bare butt.
All of a sudden, the telephone rang and I instinctively went to grab it. Horror and shock hit me like a typhoon. The caller ID said the incoming call was from mom and dad.
Without answering the phone, I quickly handed the receiver to Master Ryan; who by now had seen the shade of my face turn from a healthy glow to an ashen white.
"Hello", answered Master Ryan. "Yes, I'm sure he knows who is calling". "No, we were out late last night, so that's why you couldn't reach us". "Just friends, they all wanted to meet him". "He's doing fine, but he doesn't know yet". "No, heck no. I'll tell him as soon as we hang up". "What about mom?" "That's to bad, but I suppose it might be better this way". "I'm sure he will be". "If he gets mad, I'll just have to help him get over it". "No, he should have thought about that long before now". "Dad, he's not anything like me. I told you years ago." "He'll just have to come clean and tell you everything about himself". "Okay, what time?" "No, that will be great. You wanna stay for supper?" "Okay, we'll see you when you get here".
A simple push of a button and the phone conversation ended, with Master Ryan handing the phone back to me, in silence.
"Time to get you cleaned up and get those cuffs back on `boy', remarked Master Ryan. "Wouldn't want you to feel as if your master didn't care about you. Besides, your ass has been empty way to long, and we need to get your slave balls strapped back in as well."
Like a scolded puppy, I crawled back to the bathroom; wanting and needing Master to say something about the telephone call. I'm glad, in a way, that Master couldn't see the tears forming in my eyes.
North Country Chapter Thirty Two
Master sat perfectly still and quiet, on the bathroom countertop, as I douched and showered. The expression, or lack of, seemed to at least allow me the knowledge that my process was acceptable. I didn't even feel out of place, while he observed me squatting over the floor drain.
Nobody, not even I, could fault Master Ryan for his wants, needs or desires. By that I mean... We all have them... whether or not they include having a slave to serve you or not, seems irrelevant. After all, I too had some of the same needs when I was growing up. I couldn't begin to count the amount of times that I had my brother jerk me off, or bath me, or make my bed, clean my room and even fix the screw ups I used to make on my computer. Now, as far as I can understand; it all seems as if it is nothing more than a complete role reversal. And besides, to this day, I can still see, and feel Ryan doing the things that I used to have him do; and I still get that inner satisfaction each and every time I think about it.
I don't know of any man that masturbates and doesn't think of something or some one, during the course of the act; not to mention how many young boys began puberty by participating in one or more `circle jerks'.
So whether or not I feel as if Master Ryan is exploiting me is not really the issue. To me, the issue is why has it taken this long, this path, to discover that I may just in fact be gay, like being dominated, and more importantly; have these feelings for my Master. Perhaps it is all just my imagination playing games with me, but time will be the judge of that.
"Come over here and let me dry you off", Master said the second I'd turned off the water.
I crawled out of the tub and over to Master, where he had me stand facing him; while he gently patted the water from my head. "Bend down some so your Master can dry off the shoulders and chest, boy".
The action, of bending myself forward put my face in direct view of Master's crotch. I could plainly see the outline of his penis, beneath the denim of the jeans. Instinctively and wanting, I leaned down even more, until my teeth were grasping the zipper. Master felt my actions and quickly adjusted his body so that I could render supplications to his cock.
Once I'd gotten the flaccid flesh into my mouth, it began to rise. I quickly engulfed the entire length of Master's cock before it became rigid; causing my throat to form a tight seal around the shaft. I was breathing fairly well through my nose, inhaling Master's domineering scent. I could feel my very own muscles palpitating Master's penis and knew that such `oral gratification' would not go unrewarded.
Now, I could feel Master's hands touching the flesh of his slave. His fingers
seemed to be flailing the edges of my ears, while soft moans escaped his lips.
I could feel his lower abdomen starting to tense, and I knew that my reward was forthcoming. Not that swallowing sperm was my reward; but the sheer knowledge that I had once again been able to please my Master. The strings of pearly cum where only secondary compared to allowing Master to feel a certain sense of pride.
"You understand that all of this is taking time away from your other duties for the afternoon. Turn around so that your Master might finish wiping the water from his slave".
Slowly, and carefully, I lifted my face away from Master; and watched as he tucked his dick back behind his zipper. As I turned away from Master, he had me bend over, allowing him a better opportunity to towel off my lower back, butt and thighs.
The unmistakable feeling of Master inserting a couple of fingers inside my body was almost taking my breath away. After satisfying his needs, Master withdrew the two fingers and I obediently licked them clean; although there was nothing on them, I still had the responsibility,
"Go now and get one, just one, grease stick from the freezer and return promptly to your Master's room", Master commanded, as I dropped down and made my way into the kitchen. It was still a mystery, as to exactly what Master had done with the spare room; as it was still locked and Master has yet to make mention of using it, and I couldn't help but to think of the demonic things which might lurk behind the door, as I crawled passed it.
Returning to Master's bedroom, I discovered that Master had now disrobed and was standing next to my slave bed; holding the plastic bag full of cuffs and articles of clothing. Next to my slave mat was a small cardboard box about the size of a cigar box.
"Well let's get you put back together, so you can get to work cleaning up the living room before our company arrives", Master said in a rather simplistic tone of voice; yet able to maintain a slight smile on his face.
"The one thing you must learn to do, and it's probably my fault for not teaching you...BUT... when you are carrying something from one place to another; and it is of size where it will fit in your mouth, then you should carry it so, much like an animal, say a dog, might carry his bone."
"Yes Master", was about all I could muster to say before Master commenced speaking again.
"Now, before things go to far, for to long, I just want to say that your Master is truly proud of your progress. You have begun to fulfill some of your Master's most treasured dreams and desires. Your Master has no intention of causing you trauma or permanent harm. Your Master only desires, among other things, to make his slave aware of his own identity. Master knew, from the moment he saw the first photos from Maine that his slave had so much to offer. It will take time, maybe even a long time, before Master's slave is totally comfortable with itself. Master's slave must never feel as if it can't speak with its Master; as starting tonight its Master will afford it twenty minutes every night before sleep, to ask questions or seek a discussion."
I could hardly contain my emotions. Once again, I was hearing words which seemed compassionate and well thought out. The Jekyll and Hyde syndrome of Ryan was perhaps at work; or unless I was hearing the real Master Ryan. Master had me lay flat on my back, spreading my arms and legs; as if I was trussed on a St. Andrew's cross, and the coolness of my slave mat felt rather nice against my smooth skin. My eyes were looking upward and I couldn't see what Master was doing, but I could tell from the one sound that he'd dumped the contents of last night's plastic bag onto the floor next to me.
"So much to do, and so little time; but Master's it is well worth the time" , Master squeaked out as if he was talking to himself. I knew that Master had to get my cuffs back on, install the apparatus on my cock and balls and get my anal plug back in.
Master had me lift my legs, in order that He might get the grease stick up my
ass before it started to melt. I hope that one day I will get used to feeling the frozen grease stick, but it always seems to cause me to shiver as Master eases it into me and then allows me the honor of cleaning his fingers again. I half expected Master to follow the grease up my ass with my butt plug; but for some reason that was postponed.
Master started by applying the obscenely large and heavy cinch ring around my
cock and balls; tugging my scrotum away from the body as far as he could possibly get it, without causing to much discomfort for His slave.
I knew that the cock cage was next in line for installation, which meant that my Prince Albert would, only momentarily, have to be removed.
Master's hands felt so comforting, as he slid the ring out of the bottom hole in my cock. There was a moment of stillness, which enveloped the bedroom; only to be followed by the wet, warm feeling of Master's lips making contact with my cock.
This was the first time that Master had ever put His mouth to my cock. Master 's tongue ran up and down the shaft slowly, sending a wave of passion racing
through my body.
Once Master had my cock in His mouth, I paid close attention to exactly how He was sucking on His slave's cock. More than once, Master brought me close to the edge of climax; but He seemingly knew, from experience, just how far to go before stopping. Every time He pulled away from my cock, His mouth went to work lathering my two bound balls in a sea of saliva.
The last time Master removed His mouth from His slave's ball sack; He moved up and began to kiss me with unabashed lust.
"My boy likes how its Master is taking good care of it?" question Master.
"Oh Master, yes Master, very much so Master", I replied in an almost breathless state.
In one, steady move, Master slid down and once again engulfed His slave's cock. The blood was racing in and out, struggling against the cinch ring; as my sperm made its way through the canal inching its way to freedom.
Unexpectedly, Master inserted several fingers up my ass; as He increased the speed at which his head and tongue serviced my dick. Moments later Master tasted the seed of His slave.
Both of us were breathing heavily, and I could feel small droplets of sweat fall from Master. It truly was a beautiful moment in my life.
When Master regained His composure, He once again moved up and began to kiss me; but this time his mouth exchanged the sperm, thus allowing me the privilege of swallowing my own seed.
"Your Master enjoyed that very much, but unfortunately, for now; such actions by your Master will be restricted except for special occasions", Master said with a gleam in his eye.
"Not that your Master has to be gentle, but I'll try just this once not to cause you any discomfort", Master said as he picked up the small box and laid it on my chest.
Master brought forth the ring pliers that I was becoming accustomed to seeing
and reached for my nose ring. "I feel that My slave deserves a smaller nose ring, but since it takes time for the flesh to heal, this might smart just a bit", Master said as he moved the pliers up and into my nose ring. "When I say breathe' Master wants you to exhale, while I slide the big ring out. And then when I say breathe' again, do the same as I install the smaller one. It is the same thickness, but it is only half the diameter of its original one".
There wasn't any pain, only a small amount of pressure inside my nose as the ring was removed and then again when the smaller one was pushed through. " There all done, and Master is sure that it will like the new one much better".
I could feel the difference, as the cold steel rested just above my upper lip; compared to hanging in an obscene manner below my bottom lip.
"Now Master will encase its cock back into its cage", Master averted my attention away from my new nose ring.
Master removed an even thicker ring from the box explaining quite simply, " Its new ring is still the same diameter but it is three-eights inches thick with a much larger steel ball."
He held it up so that I might see it before He installed it into my cockhead. "It will stretch its already tender flesh, and it may hurt some but just remember to breathe".
There was no doubt left in my mind that the new ring was so much thicker and the steel ball was almost the size of a golf ball; which meant that it was going to be a lot heavier than the original.
Without even using any lubricant, Master started pushing the new ring into my
piss slit, probing for the hole on the underside of my cock. Once He'd found the hole, the skin and flesh began to feel as if it tearing; which sent my left hand flying towards my cock in an effort to stop the proceedings.
Master's right hand quickly pushed my hand away, and at the same time his left hand came flying up to my face; striking me with a great deal of force. "A slave is never to raise a hand against its Master!" shouted Master in such a way as to alert me to his anger.
"Master, it is sorry for offending you Master", I said as the tears continued to drain from my eyes.
Just as quickly, Master returned to the job at hand and finally had my new Prince Albert installed. There was no question about being able to discern the
difference between the two. "It will feel a lot different once the slave is able to kneel or stand. The ring will want to pull the cock downward with the cock cage, while the slave's brain tries to will the cock not to harden. The new ring will heighten the sexual desires for the it and just about every minute of every day, the slave will be thinking about how its cock is there to only bring pleasure to the Master, when, where and how its Master so chooses. "
"Master, yes Master, thank You Master", I respectfully responded.
Master made quick work of binding my balls back into their steel stretcher. " Stay boy", Master said as he rose up and scurried off. I could hear Master turning the lock in the door leading into the spare room and moments later, Master returned.
There was some more activity in between my legs, but I was clueless as to what was happening; at least for now. Master then proceeded to lock my cuff and ankle restraints into place. "Now my it looks more like a slave", Master commented as he stood up, allowing me to see what I'd describe as an almost angelic look on His face.
Without saying another word, Master walked around me for a minute or two before kneeling along my side. "My slave surely didn't think its Master would forget to plug its ass", Master said as he picked up the butt plug and rammed it straight in, in one constant motion.
My ass muscles trembled for several minutes, as they got re-acquainted with the anal invader. "You know, they make even larger ones than this, and if you like, we can get you one. All the slave has to do is ask it's Master in a polite way and Master will have the new plug within the day." "Yes Master, thank you Master" was all I said before Master came back with; "Dang, I wasn't expecting you to ask for a bigger one so soon, but since you asked so nicely, I'll arrange for someone to deliver a larger one tonight."
My face must have changed appearances, as Master stared blindly into my eyes. I hoped that Master was only kidding when he said he was going to get me a new anal plug.
"Well let's see if the new nose ring does the trick", Master said as he leaned over and began to once again kiss me with passion and thoughtfulness.
Then out of the blue, Master backed away and proclaimed this part of the afternoon was over and that it was time for me to get to my next project of cleaning the house.
Master sprawled out on the sofa, his feet dangling over the end; while I went
about my chores, which first was to clean the living room. I did all the homemaker stuff, while Master made out like He wasn't watching. I think he enjoyed seeing the new ring dangling from my cock but more so; I felt as if he was enjoying the heavy steel ball that he'd attached to the steel nut stretcher while I was laying on my mat. It was the most painful thing Master had seen fit to do with my balls. The ache went all the way up my gut but I knew better than mention my distress.
Funny as it may seem, it wasn't until I was cleaning the frame around the front door, that I noticed a new lock on the door. Actually, it was an added lock, which could be locked from the inside or outside... but only with a key. It sure left out the possibilities of me skipping out of the house if Master wasn 't around.
Just as I was finishing up the first room, Master called out to me and I scampered over and knelt next to the sofa. Master began rubbing my head, commending me on my cleaning abilities; as He never was one for keeping things clean and neat like I was. His hand was rubbing his cock, as he began telling me that soon it would be time for me to learn to accustom my mouth for an actual throat fucking. He explained that it was somewhat different than just being able to take a man's cock down the throat; warning me to the possibilities of ending up with a very sore throat and mouth from being `raped' in such a fashion.
As if planting a seed of fear and doubt as to whether I'd survive a throat fucking, Master added that I would also have to learn to be his `toilet paper' . At least Master sounded as if He would be patient with me during that learning process; but when He told me that starting today, I was going to have to lick the floor of the shower clean after each enema session I was a bit bewildered, to say the least.
Finally, Master let the other `shoe drop', and announced what I'd already assumed. Dad was coming to dinner. I guess Master was looking for some type of rebellious reaction from me, but I held my ground and simply looked at the floor while he spoke; some of which seemed to cut into the core of my being, but I knew it was for the best. Master only has my best intentions in his heart, so there was no real need for me to get upset with Him.
"Do you remember the first summer dad sent me to live with Uncle Cal? I bet you didn't know that Uncle Cal was gay?" Master spoke in a soft tone.
I was stunned by the news, as I'd not know Uncle Cal that well; but he never seemed to emit any sign of being gay.
"Well, here's something else I bet you didn't know. The reason I went and stayed with him was because I finally got up the courage to tell mom and dad I was gay. I still had a lot of confusion in my life and they both thought that staying with Uncle Cal would do me a world of good. When I got off the bus, Uncle Cal was there with his `boyfriend/lover' or so I thought. Turns out that Uncle Cal and Tony had been together for over twelve years and Tony was not only Uncle Cal's lover but he was also his slave. I learned a lot in the three months I lived them those two men. Mom and dad were right and by the time I came home, I knew who I was and what I was."
I raised my head and made contact with Master Ryan, knowing full well that a
trained slave never makes eye contact with a free person. Master reached his
free hand over to me and began stroking the top of my head as he continued speaking.
"Now I don't want you to get all in a tizzy like you are accustomed to; but I have to tell you something even more important."
My Master now held my undivided attention, as his hand went from my head to holding onto one of my nipple rings.
"I didn't want to tell you this way, or not at all, but things changed so fast that I had to do something which I'm sure you're not going to like. But as a slave, I shouldn't care one way or the other how you feel; but as your brother I still have a tremendous amount of love for you, you know that don't you?"
"Master, yes Master", I replied with some difficulty
"Well when nobody heard from you for over a week, they all got down right concerned and then the next thing I know, I get a call from you, or rather your cellphone and it was the men up at that lumber camp. I talked with the man and quickly discovered that he and his pals were up to no good and in fact; he even mentioned on more than one occasion that he had plans to sell you off to some weird people who would have snuck you out of the country and then where' d ya be?"
I sensed, in the worst way, that Master Ryan was about to drop the bomb as he continued speaking to me in a tone of voice that exuded care and concern.
"You don't know how fast I called Troy and Jeb, and the countless hours we spent mulling over your situation. We all knew that we couldn't let them sell you illegally to some sicko fucking bunch of perverts. Well when it was all said and done, the one thing left remaining was to tell mom and dad what the heck was going on.
Mom and dad drove out to Troy's place where we all had a nice cookout and even Henry was civil towards them. We told them about your plight and then I showed them a few photographs. Dad was shocked, initially, but quickly settled down. Mom, on the other hand surprised us all by saying that ever since you were thirteen or fourteen; she had suspected that you `might' be gay. I guess it was because you never talked about girls and always hung around with some pretty nerdy kids that gave her that impression.
Well, to make this story shorter, let me just say that having you home is the
best medicine for mom and dad. They don't care whether you are gay or not, because they love you just the same. I did see dad a couple of times during the week that you stayed with Master Troy and he wanted to see more of the pictures; and not knowing how all of this was going to turn out, I showed him some pretty graphic stuff. So at least that part of worry is over with."
My stomach was in knots, close to churning up breakfast; as I continued in earnest to comprehend every word coming out of Master's mouth.
"So dad is coming to dinner, and mom wanted to come but dad convinced her not to; at least this first time. Mom is having the whole family over to their house next week for a big cookout and she's even invited some of our friends too.
I don't think dad will give you any grief. He's been to visit Uncle Cal a couple of times since he and mom heard the news, so he is expecting to see a different you, if you know what I mean."
Just great, now Uncle Cal knows all about me. Will this ever end? How much of this can I take without losing my mind?
"When dad called earlier, he was over at Mark's explaining everything to him and his wife and kids. Mark told dad that he'll go have a talk with Adam during the week, so that dad won't have to."
That's just fucking great. Now my other brothers know everything too. Let me get to the window, and see how fast I can jump out and hit mother earth.
"And mom said that since she hadn't had the whole family together since Christmas time; she's invited everyone to join us and our friends. I think it will be a fun time for all."
I started to back away from Master as he completed his sentence; contemplating my jumping theory even more; but Master Ryan had a firm grip on my upper arm, preventing me from making any hasty mistakes. I knew deep down that Ryan was only thinking of my best interest. I really couldn't fault him for what he 's said and done; because he had at least kept me from the hands of the evil men who took delight in cutting off a slave's balls and worse.
"Enough talk for now", Master barked, releasing his hold on me as he started to get off the sofa. "Time for you to clean the bathroom and don't forget what your Master said about the tub. I've got to get to the store for a couple of things for tonight's dinner and when I return I expect the bathroom to sparkle."
I watched as Master retrieved his wallet and the keys from the bookcase and watched even harder as he unlocked the front door and closed it quietly behind himself; locking me inside.
I don't want to go into how the bathroom cleaning went; but I will just say that it was terrible and leave it at that for now.
I even had time to pass the `Swiffer' over the kitchen floor and set the table by the time Master returned.
After setting the grocery bags down He went directly to the bathroom, with me
right behind him; my nose almost touching his ass.
Master seemed pleased that there was a sparkle to the bathroom and inquired of me how my tub cleaning went. I had to be honest with Master, but He told me that with daily practice I would overcome any and all objections my brain was sending out; referring to licking up the dark specks in the tub.
"Now I've got to get dinner started or we'll end up calling for pizza or Chinese food. Dad should be here any minute. You go and put on the shorts from last night, and I'll leave it up to you if you want to leave the front and rear flaps off. Dad's seen enough pictures of you that even if he saw you naked now, it would phase it to much."
Oh goody, I get to put shorts on. The shorts that are too short and the ones that have removable flaps; just what I always wanted to wear in front of my dad. Not to mention, that they are so tight that all the steel in front will bulge out like I'm walking around like a whore in heat.
I crawled, shamefully, into the bedroom and picked up the shorts. I could hear Master banging pots and pans around in the kitchen, as I held the shorts up to my face. I became intoxicated with visions stemming from last night. The scent of the leather was acting like some kind of drug to my already overtaxed and overburdened brain.
I lay on the floor, removing the ball weights and then proceeded to pull the shorts up. It took every bit of energy I had to get them on. I didn't recall them being this tight or revealing but I suppose that I wasn't paying close attention to them last night. If I was smart, which I wasn't, I would have put them on first, without the flaps in place.
I sat on the floor, waiting for Master to announce his desires, but the only thing I heard coming out of His mouth was ... Hey bill, dads here.
To Be Continued...
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