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North Country Chapter Thirty Three
I was frozen in place, hearing that dad had arrived. I was now more fearful than ever; knowing, first, that dad had always been a strict father and secondly, I had no idea how he was going to react when he saw me. Was he going to lash out verbally at my present situation or was he going to be understanding and try and get things sorted out between all parties concerned? Regardless of my expectations, I couldn't move; not even when Master called out a second time, his voice seemingly threaded with anger.
Moments later, my voyage into `humiliation hell' began. Master came back into the bedroom and closed the door; just as I started to curl up into a fetal position, now fearing retribution from both Master and dad. The next thing I know, Master is sitting on the floor next to me, speaking is soft tones, trying to console my fears and anxiety.
"Listen baby, I'm right here with ya", he started out, "You don't think dad is going to be pissed at you just because you are what you are? Dad loves you just as much as I do, bro. Now come on and let me help you up, so we can go spend time talking with dad. You don't want him sitting out there all alone do you?"
Slowly, I pushed myself off of the floor, with Master holding on to one of my
arms. I couldn't look Master in the face even if I had permission. I was about to face one of my biggest challenges.
I honestly tried to move forward, but it was as if my feet were glued to the floor. I turned my head in Master's direction, hoping that He would understand the situation, and he did.
"I know it's going to be tough to face dad, but if I did it, so can you. Don' t forget that you were mom and dad's favorite son and I'm pretty sure that dad isn't going to chastise you in any way. I mean, let's face it... if dad was here to beat the stuffing out of you, do you think that they would be planning such an elaborate bbq next week? So come on now and let's see if we can' t get you moving a bit faster. Or would you rather your Master snaps the front off of these cute shorts and leads you out by your cock cage?"
With my head bowed, seeing nothing but the floor below; I began to move forward and out of the bedroom. With each step, my heartbeat became more pronounced. The closer I got to the living room, the more I began to feel as if I was being smothered. The floor below, began to show signs of becoming brighter and I new that it was only a few more steps before I would expose the new `me' to my dad. With His hand now off of my arm, Master gently raised my head by placing His hand under my chin. In a soft, hushed voice Master said, "Now try to smile, it's only dad".
I had a small smile on my face by the time I got to the living room as Master
had fallen in behind me. I watched, ever so closely, the expressions on dad' s face as he stood up and began moving towards me.
"My god, it's so good to see you. You had us all worried to death. Are you alright?" Dad said to me in, what seemed to be one continuous sentence; just before he wrapped his arms around me and nearly squeezed the life out of me.
My brain was sending me mixed signals. Should I answer? Should I speak as if I was a free person? Should I kneel down and assume my proper posture? Was Master going to say something to dad on my behalf? Thank goodness that dad picked up on my silence and `broke the ice'.
As dad slowly pushed away from me, leaving his hands on my shoulders, I watched as he carefully scanned the body in front of him, from head to toe. "My goodness, son, you look so much different without that beautiful head of hair you used to always fuss about so much."
Moving his left hand up to my right ear, dads gently grasp hold of the earring and gave it a gentle tug, saying "I suppose that a lot of other boys like you, these earrings are more symbolic than anything."
With his right hand, he took hold of my nipple ring and began tugging on it, which instantly caused me to grimace and start to pull away. Dad didn't seem to mind that I was uncomfortable with his manipulations of the nipple ring saying to me, "and I suppose these two rings are also more of a decoration than
anything else. I wouldn't know unless you or someone else told me that there was a purpose for stretching one's tits to look like a dog's teat."
I was still in discomfort, from dad holding on to the nipple ring when his other hand left my ear and moved to my nose ring. "Now don't tell me, let me guess this one, son. You need this ring because you feel the need and desire to associate yourself with a farm animal."
Stunned by what I was hearing, I was about to start answering dad, but Master
Ryan beat me to it.
"No dad, you don't totally understand Billy's situation. Somebody like him, has the need to have his body ringed in such a manner as to afford whoever is in charge of him to use the rings to benefit the situation. You see, if somebody wanted, they could attach the earrings to something, and that would keep Billy's head from moving around to much. As for the nipple rings, well you can see how sensitive they have made Billy's nipples and that is exactly what they are for. A person, say, could string up Billy's tits and cause him a great deal of pain, if that were something which was called for at the time. You' ve seen the photograph of his nipples being stretched already and I can tell you with a high degree of certainty that at first the pain was torturous for Billy, but shortly after the pain left, Billy got an erection and we both know how much a man enjoys his hardon; don't we dad."
I was happy, internally; Master was explaining this instead of me. However, I wished that He would have explained it in a different fashion, whereby dad wouldn't think this was my desire. Maybe the rings are my hidden needs and/or wants, but not my desire, just yet.
"And as for Billy's nose ring, well, you remember how big it was before; but just today I put in a smaller one", Master said with a cheerful tone in his voice. "A boys' nose ring has several functions. One to signify that he is more submissive than he is dominant and number two, which is quite nice, is that someone can attach a leash or rope to the ring and pull him around; and sometimes men will use a nose ring to tie the boy' up to a wall or something if he's been a bad little `boy'.
Dad let both of his hands fall to his side, as he stepped back yet a littler further. He lifted up my face, where the two of us were looking squarely into each others eyes. I stood there, like a dumb fucking statue, while dad once again gazed at his nearly naked son.
"Well, if this is what you want and need Bill, I'm not going to stand in your way, nor is your mother. I'm sure that your brothers will understand once they've had a chance to talk with you next weekend."
Once again, the reminder of next weekend, the cookout, the cookout with family and friends; at least I'd have almost six full days before I had to be confronted by my overly religious brothers and their families. I wonder if they are going to be bringing their kids with them. I could probably handle the two, or is it three boys, but I sure as hell don't want to be around my little niece.
"The food is ready, so what say we eat", Master said in his cheery voice.
"Great, son, I'm starved", replied dad. I watched as they headed towards the table, but was more in tune with what Master was saying to dad.
"I want you to know dad, that Billy is responsible for setting the table. As you can see, I didn't even have to tell him how many were sitting at the table."
"I don't understand Ryan. Kindly explain to me why there are only two place settings", dad asked in a tone of voice that truly indicated that he hadn't a clue.
I listened to Master explain, and dad seemed to understand; especially after Master had made a point to show dad my two bowls on the floor.
Master had me prepare the food for presentation, while He and dad sipped on a glass of some of my finest wines that I'd purchased some time ago. "Billy, sure knows his wine, and oh how I love his small refrigerated wine rack", Master said, as if trying to inflate my self worth.
At least the one thing that my brother had retained was all of the cooking lessons mom gave to all of her boys. He had really outdone himself.
After I had served up the meal, I stood in silence in the kitchen; observing their actions but more over I was keen on hearing the exchange of words between them.
Apparently, Uncle Cal had given dad a `crash course' in what this lifestyle was about and had even given him two books written about the subject. What really surprised me was the fact that dad had gone to the many websites that Uncle Cal had written down for him.
The two continued to talk well past dessert and coffee, moving back into the living room; talking like two lost souls. I began to feel that I wasn't the favorite son' after all. It seemed as if ever since Ryan hadcome out of the closet' to mom and dad; that he some how had replaced me. Perhaps it was just me, and my confused state of mind, that sent my spirits spiraling downwards; as I quickly, quietly washed the dishes, just so I wouldn't be able to hear anymore conversation.
By the time I was done, Master called for me to join them in the living room. As I approached, Master handed me a DVD and instructed me to promptly display the images. I knew, that the disk wasn't your run of the mill DVD. There weren't any of the normal things one sees on a disk. It was bare, no words, no writings on it.
I saw Master pick up the remote, and just before he pushed the `play' button; dad abruptly spoke. "So might I ask then, Ryan, why it is that Billy is wearing shorts. When I visited Cal's place, his lover was naked. Not that I care one way or the other, nor was I interested in seeing the guy's penis; but I' m just curious as to why Billy is wearing those tight shorts."
"Well dad, Billy is wearing shorts out of respect for you and his undying love for you as well. You are most correct about `boys' wearing clothes while they are inside. Normally boys are kept naked, not because they are told to be naked, but because they want to be naked as it seems to make them feel more open and responsive to a man's desires. When we all get together at Troy's place, nobody wears a swimsuit in the pool. It's just one of those things that seem to separate us from the rest of the world. We don't have to hide our bodies from one another and as for being submissive, like Billy; well... it just adds to the enjoyment of all of us that boys like him are not ashamed to avail their bodies for others enjoyment and pleasure."
"Billy always did have a nice body, and he was one to never eat junk food, so I can see why he would rather be naked whenever he can", dad responded in earnest.
"Well, let's start the flick dad, and if at any point you want to stop, I' ll just give you the remote and you can shut it off in a heartbeat", Master said changing the subject and sounding as if he couldn't wait to see the screen come alive.
Master reached over and turned off the table lamp next to the sofa, sending the living room into a shadowy room, much like at a theater. I had just pass ed the sofa, on the way back to the kitchen, when dad spoke up. "Billy, don't you want to watch this with us. After all, it is about you and what you've been doing with yourself over the last month. Come, sit here with us."
Yet another wave of terror rushed over me. Surely, I couldn't sit next to dad and stay put while he apparently was going to watch a movie showing god knows what with me being the star `performer'.
Master seemed to agree with dad, although his voice wasn't filled with any degree of excitement. By the time I'd reached the sofa, both men had made room for me and I slowly started to sit; but all of a sudden the cock cage came into play and began to feel as if it was ripping my nuts off. I quickly resumed a standing position only to hear my dad ask, "What was all that about?"
Master started to answer, but dad in a fatherly way interrupted him by saying, "All night long, you've answered your brother's questions, but I think it is about time that he speaks for himself. Now tell me Bill why was it that you stood up so quickly?"
"Well Sir, you see Sir..." I knew I was fumbling for words to describe the situation without wanting to stress dad out to much. "Sometimes a slave is made to have to wear what is called a `cock cage', and I have one on underneath my clothes. When I started to sit down, the cage began to pull on my scrotum and that is what made me stand back up Sir."
"Oh yes, I remember seeing something along those lines on one of the websites your uncle gave me. I guess that means that you can no longer touch your own penis?", dad asked in such a way that required me to respond.
"Yes Sir, you are correct. The only time it comes off is when there is a need to shave the stubble away Sir". I sure as heck didn't want him to hear that it also came off when Master wanted to abuse my cock.
Master spoke up, during the brief moment before dad started to speak. " Billy, why don't you tell dad what else is behind your shorts?"
Still looking at my father, I quickly informed dad that I was also pierced through the head of my penis with a large ring.
"Well no wonder you are uncomfortable. I suppose that being caged and pierced like that is something that you wanted to experience and being your father; I guess that I can't ever say that you weren't afraid to follow your desires."
I wanted to say something about the "need to experience" part, but I was feeling to embarrassed and humiliated already and didn't want to add fuel to the fire.
"Well, come on son; try and sit down the best you can so we can all watch this together".
"You know dad", Master started in, "we can unsnap the front of his shorts and then his co... penis will have a little more room to move around."
Nothing was said, as Master and my dad began unsnapping the dozen or so snaps which kept my cock and balls hidden from sight.
The second that the flap fell to the floor, my cock dropped out like a chunk of steel and my balls were so prominent that my father sat looking at them with his mouth wide open.
"You didn't say anything about Bill's balls Ryan. Christ sake, that has got to be the most uncomfortable thing I've ever seen. Why are they all wrapped and locked up in steel bands?"
"Dad", Master began, "keeping his penis like this is the best way for him to learn sexual control. He doesn't want to be thinking of sex all the time, not to mention masturbating every chance he gets. As for his ball bands, well... you see dad, they are placed in the bands to act as sort of a friendly reminder to him that even his testicles have a purpose and that purpose is to display himself in a proper and respectable manner."
"Turn the light back on! I want to see this contraption better", dad said with a thunderous tone; as he pushed himself up off of the sofa.
I was startled the very second that dad slipped two fingers in my Prince Albert and lifted it up, exposing my balls even more.
"Billy, I don't know where all this is leading, but I guess you and your brother know what you are doing. This has got to be the weirdest thing I've ever seen. I don't suppose you have anything you want to add to what Ryan has just said, do you."
I took a deep breath, and made a passing glance over to Master; noting the look on his face, I informed dad that I had nothing I could add that would appease his hunger for knowledge.
"I don't feel a bit ashamed that I have this ring in my finger", dad commenced. "If this is how you want to keep your penis and testicles then I won't argue my point, you're both old enough to make your own decisions in life."
I watched as dad slowly brought my cock up even higher, and then he took his other hand and rubbed it over the smooth, taut, skin of my balls. I began to feel the beginnings of an erect and only hoped that dad would release my cock and balls from his grasp.
"So if you wanted to, Ryan, you could actually take this ring and pull it up lke this and tie the other end off to say Billy's collar?" dad asked rather
boldly.
Master didn't say a word, as he, along with myself had been awe struck by dad even saying something like that to either one of us.
"Well let's all sit down and watch what Ryan and his friends have put together for this occasion", dad said as he began returning to the sofa. "I don't suppose that either of you two are going to want some sort of sexual relief during the show, or am I wrong about that too."
"DAD!" Master blatted out, as dad finally sat on the sofa, still holding onto my Prince Albert. "What makes you even think of something like that?"
"Listen son, I'm no dummy", dad replied, "I saw ample amounts of sexual stuff going on when I was down with your uncle. Either he was always wanting his boy to perform sex acts for him, or the damn slave boy came around begging for intercourse, but he used the `F' word all the time."
"So you've seen it first hand dad. I don't' suppose you got up and ran out of the house did you. Well Uncle Cal was right in requesting his boy to pleasure him. It's not often that a man such as Uncle Cal can have the time to enjoy his loverboy. You've already seen some photos of Bill engaged in a number of sexual situations, and even if I wanted to get some relief, I'm not sure that I would do such a thing while you're here."
I was momentarily feeling as if a huge burden had been lifted off of my shoulders. I could only hope that the conversation would turn to something other than sex.
"Listen dad", Master said, breaking the short silence; "You have got to understand that this is so hard for Billy to have to listen to. Somebody like Billy, while he tries hard to learn his role, doesn't need to feel as if he's caught in the middle between your feelings and mine. If it was up to me, Billy sure as heck wouldn't be sitting on the sofa in the first place. Just ask him, I'm sure he'll tell you the truth."
"Billy, I apologize for my stupidity. I'm only trying to understand you and your new life, so that I can better explain it to your mother. It takes all kinds to make this world go around and I'll support whatever it is that brings you happiness. If asking all these questions is making you feel uncomfortable, well then I am truly sorry. I had no idea just how much you want, need and desire all of this. So, I tell ya what. You just do whatever it is that you are supposed to do and I'll just watch the video and then we all can talk after the show. If you don't' want or if you don't belong on the sofa, then you feel free to do whatever it is that makes you more comfortable. I'm sorry for `assuming' to much".
The first thing I felt was the relief of dad taking his fingers out of my Prince Albert and pick up the remote. Nothing more was said as Master once again turned off the light.
I knew that I didn't want to be sitting next to my dad, while he watched me being trained and lord knows what else. I stole a glance at Master, as he too was settling in to watch the flick, as the first grains of light started to appear on the television. I knew what I wanted, and I knew what was expected of me.
Slowly, I eased off of the sofa; and wedged myself between the coffee table and Master's legs. Master spread his legs and I moved up and knelt between them.
Behind me, I could here the screams and pleadings of a tortured soul; knowing full well that it was me.
Before I could even bend forward to Master's zipper, he had already begun to pull it down. I glanced over to dad, who now seemed to be transfixed to the images on the screen.
Once Master had extracted his cock, I leaned in and began to gently massage the shaft with my lips and tongue.
Master was at least, for his part, exceptionally quiet; while I worked to get the majority of the shaft into my mouth and throat. He even took one of his hands and began stroking the nape of my neck; which seemed to make me forget all about the person sitting on the other end of the sofa.
It wasn't long before I tasted a sampling of Master's seed, as his excitement level increased, his pre-cum began to arrive in rather large drops.
No matter how much I tried to block out the video, I could still hear the yells and screams, along with the conversations of all the free men. Something struck me as odd, as the video continued; not knowing that some of this `new'
video was from last night at `Lashes'.
Master hadn't even thrust His hips the entire time I suckled his cock. One would assume that he didn't' want to distract dad. After swallowing Master's seed, I kept my mouth sealed around his cock, thinking that he'd probably want to empty his bladder after such a large amount of semen had purged itself from within.
Nothing was happening at the moment, as the video kept playing and all of a sudden, I felt another hand on my head.
The television went blank, and then I discovered that the other hand belonged to my dad. There was no more sound coming from the set, and the light was still off; not to mention I had decided to close my eyes.
In a soft tone, dad began speaking. "Listen boys, what you two do is up to you, and from what I saw at Uncle Cal's and what I've seen here tonight, I know that you two are happy together. As a father, I'd rather have you here with Billy, than to have him roaming the bars at night looking for men to have sex with and more. I can assure you that I won't mention any of this to your mother, as I'm not sure at all on how she would react. She's just happy that you two boys are living together and helping each other out, so for now let's leave it that way,"
Master said nothing, as He eased my mouth away from his cock. I, on the other hand was humiliated from just having sucked Master's cock in front of my father. However, things weren't going to get any easier for me.
Master started to push himself off of the sofa, and I quickly slid away so as not to obstruct his path. "If you'll excuse me dad, I've got to use the bathroom", Master said as he reached over and turned the table lamp back on.
I saw that my father had a pleasant smile on his face, as he watched Master walk towards the bathroom; but just like that, Master stopped and turned around and said, "You coming or what?"
I dropped down and quickly crawled towards Master making up the distance in no time. What I didn't know, was that dad had gotten up as well.
In the bathroom, Master stood facing the door, as I got up on my knees; knowing that I'd soon be tasting Master's golden nectar.
I got His zipper down and his flaccid penis in my mouth just in the nick of time. Master didn't even bother to throttle the flow, and He just allowed it to hit the back of my mouth full force. I managed to swallow it completely, without spilling a single drop.
I was about to tug His zipper up, but He beat me to it. Master lifted up my head and as our eyes made contact with one another, I saw his eyes were full of love and understanding.
I never noticed the man standing in the doorway; his pants tented, bulging with unabashed excitement, wearing a smile equal to that of my Master, my brother.
To Be Continued...
North Country Chapter Thirty Four
"If you two have no objections, I think I'll be heading home. I'm sure your mother is probably wondering where in the world I am", dad said; startling me to no end.
I had no idea that he was behind me, and worst of all; watching me swallow Master's piss. But I knew that Master was aware of dad's presence, which oddly enough didn't seem to upset me at all.
Master shook off the last one or two drops of urine onto my face, as he roughly tucked his cock back behind the zipper. "Hang on dad, I'll walk you out" , Master Ryan said with a gleam in his eyes.
"I don't suppose you could make me a copy of the DVD. I'd like to send it down to your Uncle Cal, so he can see it before next Saturday," dad asked of Master.
"Geez, dad; haven't you heard of downloading and uploading. I can wrap it and send it to Uncle Cal. I do have his email address, ya know", responded Master.
"Well Ryan, you don't have so sound so uppity about it. You know that I'm not computer savvy like you are. I'll call him now and tell him to look for it soon on his computer. You know, that he'll enjoy seeing you and how well you' ve accepted your own life. And, I'm sure that he'll get a cheap thrill from seeing his other nephew as well", dad responded abruptly.
Moving to stand directly behind me, dad said; "Bill, you know I don't approve of this sort of lifestyle, but as my son I understand. I'm so glad that Ryan is with you during this `trying' time and at least he'll keep you safe and out of harms way. You know how to reach me, day or night, if you want to talk to me; so I'll just leave it at that and just remember that both your parents love you now and forever." That said dad flipped open his cellphone and called Uncle Cal.
I hadn't seen my uncle in years, perhaps since I was sixteen, but regardless of that fact; I was surprised that dad would have even thought about sending him a video of me.
Master walked dad to the door, and all I could hear were muffled words; knowing that perhaps dad was leaving Master with a dose of parental advice.
Coming back into the bathroom, Master spoke in His authoritive voice, commanding that I wash the few remaining things and get ready for bed.
I was not only tired, but a bit hungry; as neither dad nor Master had remembered to feed me, but I made quick work of putting away the few glasses and tidying up the living room before making my way back to Master.
"Go wash your face and brush your teeth before coming to bed", Master Ryan said in a caring way; as he tapped his hand on the top of the bed next to him.
I was rather happy that Master was allowing me the privilege of sleeping in His bed again. I quickly shucked my shorts, as my cock cage began to alert me that my penis was beginning to harden. I made quick work of my bathroom obligations before going to Master's bed.
Master quickly turned off the light, sending the room into darkness; all but for the small night light by the bedroom door.
"Well, let's have our first free time talk, shall we", Master said as if he knew I had much to ask. "But first, don't forget to chain your ankle".
After obeying Master I again lay flat, looking up into the dark room.
"Sir, if I may be the first to mention something", I started out; not knowing if I was to take the lead in these `conversations. "I really need to know just how I ended up here with you. There has got to be more to all of this than meets the eye."
Master jumped right on my first question. "Had it not been for your cellphone, and the short conversations I had with that man, well you'd be long gone. Those kind of transients don't give a fuck about human life... just money and lots of it. Hell, I had to drive out to Master Troy's right after the first time that dude called me. If it wasn't for Master Troy, Jeb and even Henry... your sorry butt would not be here right now. They told me how to handle these things and I sure as fuck couldn't call the local cops up there either. You just can't trust cops in small towns, and if we called the FBI, the local cops would have lied their way out of everything, probably just to protect themselves and their precious little town."
`But Sir, if they are as bad as you say, why did the guy show up here with his own son?", I asked, trying to keep the conversation alive, and from the beginning.
"Do you remember, how he was with you, and do you remember how protective he was of his son? The man even lied to his own son. Hell, right now the kid is in your old cell, the man has long gone and not that you really need to know, but your car is right back in its parking space down in the garage. Let's just say that Master Troy and Master Jeb can be very persuasive when it comes to the more delicate matters. There are some things that you need to know, such as the kid's father was running from the law, and the kid was also a runaway. The kid's mother had legal custody of the boy, but the father kidnapped him years ago. The father was and is nothing more or nothing less than a child molester. The old man, turned his boy into something short of a fucking animal and if he ever got caught, he'd go to prison and never see the sunrise."
"Okay Sir, but what about me? I'm thankful that you and the other masters got me out of that place, but why is it that everyone has treated me like this?" , I asked with a great deal of anticipation.
"Now that you've asked, I'm going to tell you", Master replied. "But first, we need to travel back in time. To a time when we were both little snot nosed teenagers."
I knew from listening to Master that he was getting set to really get into something; something that perhaps I didn't `want' to hear, to know. "I may not be as smart as you are when it comes to math and science and crap, but I'm no dummy when it comes to everything else."
"But Sir, I never said you were not smart, but if in fact I did, please, oh please, accept my humble apology", I said to Master as a thunderstorm of mixed emotions and thoughts raced through my head.
I felt the mattress move, way before I saw Master move. Master quickly rose up and straddled my prone body; his butt resting right over my cinch ring and cock cage, placing an enormous amount of pressure on my gut. For a brief moment in time, I thought that Master was upset with my remark. I began to feel Master's body heat as it radiated down his `coin slot' onto my pelvic region.
"The one thing you must learn, is that when someone is sitting on you this way; you are required to bend and widen your legs, so that your slave hole is accessible to all", Master said in a rather polite, quite voice.
"Now then, remember all of those times in our bedroom or in our bathroom? I' m sure you don't. I think you have what they call `selective memory'. What other two brothers, that you know, always hugged each other and kissed each other, every time one of them went back to college after a holiday break? Which of those brothers, always managed to get the other one alone in the shower and get his body scrubbed or his piss swallowed, or the occasional blow job? Which of those brothers occasionally just felt the need to hug the other one and while hugging, rubbed up against the other one's crotch? What brother, that you know, always made a point of talking to his other brother; each and every time he called home from college, not to forget, him mentioning those ever famous three words, "I love you".?
I was astonished at how much my actions and attitudes toward Ryan had been embedded in his mind, not to mention his heart and soul. My brain was reeling from His words. I couldn't, even if I had too, come up with a ready response. I recalled, now, almost every occasion which Master was referring to, and it didn't set well with me at this point in time.
Master leaned forward, His mouth close to my lips and said in a quiet tone, yet one with a trace of domineering, "You knew then and you knew it all along, didn't you, `baby'?
I had to think for a moment what Master was referring to, but then I knew exactly what it was. "Yes Master, your `boy' knew for a long time Master."
"So tell me then, here and now, what it is that you knew `baby'."
"Master, Sir, oh please Master does your `boy' have to say it out loud Master".
"Yes, tell your master now, `baby', so that we can get all of this out in the open once and for all."
Nearly in tears, I blurted it out; "Master, Your boy knew ever since Master was about twelve years old, that Master liked being with other boys and men, Master."
Still, in a quiet sort of way Master responded to my reply. "That's right ` baby' and do you know what else your master knew, even way back then?"
I was more nervous now, than I'd been in years, lots of years; "Yes Master, Your `baby' knows Master."
"Well then `baby' don't keep your master waiting for the answer."
"Yes, Master, Your `baby' also knew that he, too, liked not only girls but boys also, Master."
"And that's why you had me perform all of those acts for you, on you and with you?" Master asked in an even softer tone of voice. "That's why you had me work for you like your slave, oh so many years ago?"
"Master, yes, Master", was about all I could manage to get out, before something came over me like a sheet of comfort and resign. "Nice of `baby' to say those things, now perhaps, we can have a much better time when it comes to your training. You're not even half way there, but I think you would agree that there are some things, that over the past couple of weeks, at least, that you rather enjoyed, did you not?"
Without thinking, without even a clue as to why, my right hand slowly rose from the bed and encompassed Master's limp penis.
Master moved one of his hands behind, to begin manipulating my butt plug. He not only turned it in circles, but he also started to `pry' it around inside of me. I knew that it was hitting my prostate gland, just by the way my body, and my cock were responding.
The feeling inside of me, warmed me from head to toe. Not only was I becoming
sexual aroused... BUT it was being accomplished by my Master.
My brain continued, at high speed, to replay a good majority of those ` innocent' encounters that I'd had with Ryan. I couldn't help but to feel weird, when I saw (in my mind) the two of us in the bedroom, getting ready for bed; when I took Ryan's little dick into my mouth. It was the first time that I'd ever done something like that. I can still feel and see his cute little boy prick, all hairless; and his tiny scrotum all exposed without the first strand of hair.
Now, I can even hear the word `baby' being used. I used to always use that word when I talked to Ryan, before he started sprouting his pubic hair.
My cock began to hurt, against the confines of the cock cage; while Master's cock was now rock solid. My thumb gently passed over the tip of Master's cock and it was covered in pre-ejaculatory fluids.
"So `baby' now that we've gotten that part out of the way, tomorrow night we can talk about why I have you the way you are today. Of course we could stay up and talk all night, but I have to be back at work in the morning and I don't want to be late."
"Yes Master, thank you Master", was about all I could get to come out of my mouth before Master lifted himself up and placed his cock against my lips.
I sucked Master to another climax, taking longer this time; but well worth it from Master's point of view; after which, Master and I engaged in one our longest kisses yet.
It had hardly seemed like I'd fallen asleep; before I felt the bed move. Master was scurrying across the room talking to himself. The two of us had overslept. "No time for you to bath me this morning, slave", Master said in what sounded like a humorous tone. "Unchain yourself and get breakfast started, but get me a cup of coffee right away."
Over a hurried but filling breakfast, Master reminded me that I'd be chained up during the day to one of the eyebolts he'd installed. "I have to allow the door to remain with only one lock today and tomorrow. I'm expecting packages today and tomorrow so you will have to answer the door and sign for them. The chain is long enough for you to move about the house without much problem; so just make sure that you keep on cleaning, so that we can have more time tonight for a few more of your lessons. OH, I almost forgot... I met some of your nice neighbors and they mentioned that they might be stopping by soon, to welcome you home. Just remember to be nice to everyone who comes knocking and don't forget that you are the slave and they are the free persons."
Master made a quick trip to `my room' and returned with the length of chain. He locked it to the bolt nearest the hallway, before he snapped the lock shut around my ankle iron.
"The only thing that I forgot... don't forget to eat something for breakfast and lunch", Master quietly said to me, as he gave me a big hug and kiss before exiting the house.
It felt weird, strange, and odd; being home alone. It was my place, but now it seemed all too different. I walked over to the kitchen window, looked down and saw Master driving off to work. I had at least nine hours to myself and I should have been feeling elated, but that wasn't the case. I made myself breakfast, from the remaining foods I'd prepared for Master. After putting the plate of food on the table, and finding myself about to sit down on a chair; I rose up and quickly admonished myself for such an infraction.
I looked around the kitchen and the living room; thinking that Master had installed cameras to keep track of my activities, but I saw none. I wondered why
on earth I'd even thought that sitting on a chair was improper but strangely
enough, I found myself scrapping the food into my bowl and eating from it, in the proper fashion.
After eating I cleaned my dog dish and refilled my water bowl. I took enough time to scout out my condo, for the first time since I'd been back home. The door to `my room' was locked, so that put a damper on things for a moment.
Looking in my closet, or my `former' closet; I noticed that a lot of my things were gone, including all of my shoes. The only thing in the closet that was mine, were two pair of shorts, my jockstrap and two tank tops.
There was nothing of mine in either of the two dressers. They were completely filled with Master's clothing; until I noticed some of my boxer briefs tucked underneath some of Master's things. I felt depressed, not seeing my things, but I was sure that Master had not simply tossed them in the dumpster. Perhaps they were now in the small closet in `my room'.
I made the morning pass rather quickly, by cleaning up Master's bathroom and his bedroom. I made sure that there wasn't one speck of dust anywhere to be found; not even under the bed. Master's toilet was so clean you could eat off the rim.
I decided that the day might go better, if I listened to music. It was good to hear some of my favorite cd's playing. Master hadn't said that I couldn't listen to music, so I didn't feel as if I was doing something in error.
Lunchtime rolled around and all I wanted, really, was a nice healthy sandwich. I opened up the refrigerator, and was surprised to see that Master had it fairly well stocked with a lot of good things to eat, tucked away in one of the bins on the bottom.
Once again, I found myself, thinking as a `free person'. Now I had to take the sandwich and tear it into little bite sized pieces so that I could proper consume them from my dog dish.
After lunch, I began to feel... well... different. I somehow began to feel at ease with my situation and hoped that we could talk some more tonight. I wanted and needed to know, if I was going to be subjected to anymore public displays at the club. I needed to know more about Master's Troy and Jeb and exactly what role Henry played in their lives. The questions kept on coming, one after the other and before long they all seemed to become a mass of jumbled up stew. I had to try and forget my questions, for now; and needed to divert my mind to more important things.
Thinking that the house was properly cleaned, I decided to sit down and watch
one of the many videos I had amassed over the years. I picked one out and went to put it into the machine and discovered that the other disk was still in it. I went to eject it, but for some strange reason my finger didn't even come close to the button.
I turned on the television set, and powered up the DVD player. I then proceeded to sit on the floor, between the sofa and the coffee table; stretching my legs out under the coffee table and leaned back against the sofa.
Before I knew it, I had the DVD playing. What is it about watching one's self on a television screen that grabs you by the nuts and won't let go. Why, or to be more precise... HOW on earth could I even think of watching myself being transformed into a slave? My poor cock began to rise to the occasion, and the pain from being confined was almost unbearable.
I got to the part where Master and I `bonded' for the very first time. I was
amazed at my facial expressions and the moans and groans of seemingly endless gratification I was experiencing from being fisted.
Like a shock wave from an earthquake, I was jolted from my self- induced trance; by a loud knock at the front door. I couldn't think straight nor could I even fuck'n move. The knock came again and again.
I quickly pushed the stop button on the remote and scampered like a squirrel to the door. Looking thru the peep hole, I discovered the hunk dressed in his brown uniform.
Unlocking the door, and only opening it an inch or two; I peered around from behind the door and saw that he had his two wheel hand cart laden down with packages.
"I can either leave them out here in the hallway, or I can bring them inside for you", the man (stud) said to me with a smile a mile wide.
I almost started to stutter, but then I remembered Master's words to me. " Be nice to any one that comes calling."
"Oh no, that won't be necessary. You can bring them right in", I said with some reservation to my voice.
"Looks like somebody has got some more stuff from San Francisco. I'd say that by the weight of these boxes it must be something big and useful", the man said as I stepped further behind the door, and opened it up for him to gain access to the front room.
I didn't even have to tell him where to set the boxes down as he'd remembered from last Friday or whenever it was he was here.
"Well thanks for bringing them all the way up the elevator for Mast... I mean us."
"Look, boy, you don't have to play coy with me. I've already seen you naked once before and I've already told the other fella that I wouldn't mind having a crack at you. I don't care what you two guys are up to, but since this is my last stop for the day, how about a nice wet and juicy blowjob."
I froze. I hadn't expected a total stranger to be so forward. Had he known Master from someplace else? Perhaps it was from last week, that he figured out our situation here.
"Well, aren't I, or not, going to benefit from bringing these boxes all the way up here?", he asked in a tone that sounded like he was himself a rather domineering person.
I slowly closed the door, exposing myself to him and that's when he noticed the chain on my ankle. I watched as he followed it back to the eyebolt on the far side of the room; and then without as much as a word, I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled over to him.
I didn't even have to unzip his brown shorts. He had made quick work of pulling his penis out for me to service.
It took him less than a minute, and he was face fucking me; instead of me giving him a blowjob. It hurt like hell, but I had to obey my Master and make sure that anyone who stopped by was treated politely.
He found more delight in holding my head in place by my earrings; and now that he'd begun twisting them, I could see why Master likes a slave with earrings. It hurt like hell but what could I do?
After only three or four more minutes, the man dumped a sizable amount of his seed into my mouth; and maintaining his grip on my right earring, he saw fit to slap my face with his other hand, saying to me; "God damn queer boy. I don't like queers much, but at least they're good for one or two things a real man needs."
He shoved me to the floor, with the sole of his big boot and left me laying there like a rag doll, crying; all alone with no one to help me figure this all out.
I was still on the floor by the time Master came home. He was furious, at first, with me for leaving the front door unlocked. He was even more upset when he discovered that I'd had the television on; and apparently I had only hit the pause button and not the stop button. On the screen was a still image of me licking the grease and ass slime from my Master's hand and forearm. No wonder the delivery guy was so horned up. Straight?
Master began to berate me for being on the floor, UNTIL... I got up and he saw my face. Apparently, the slap had left a welt on my cheek and a slight bruising under my eye. As if that wasn't bad enough, I had to explain myself to Master. He wanted to have an accounting of the whole event leading up to the man
striking out at me like a rabid animal.
I was consoled and comforted, briefly, by Master as he sat on the floor; wrapping his big and beautiful arms around my chest.
I could feel Master's heart beating against my bare skin, as he began to rock me back and forth; attempting to shelter me from the pain. His warm lips kissed my ear, his soft voice soothing away the pain every second.
Had Master known what had happened, he probably wouldn't have been so polite to the man dressed in brown as one exited the elevator and the other stepped into it.
I had much, so much to be thankful for....
To Be Continued...
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