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North Country Chapter Five
I'm not sure who it was, that approached me and slid a canvas bag over my head. The only holes in it were just below my nose; and the smell from the canvas reminded me of something old and mildewed. The bottom of the bag was pulled tight enough to block out all the light; leaving me to begin pondering my fate.
My sense of fear hadn't peaked, but I knew that I was in for a rough and hard
afternoon. I guess that I should have been thankful that the men's hands weren't roaming over my body. I couldn't even hear any muffled sounds, let alone any that would indicate that men were near me.
My thinking drifted back to yesterday and this morning. I still found myself amazed that I hadn't put up much, if any, fight. Not that I'm a gymrat but I can fend for myself if the occasion presented itself. I began thinking about this morning and how good it felt when Vince was sucking my cock, and guessed that Carl and the mayor's son must have felt the same way last night when I was made to suck their dicks. Even though I wasn't presently getting fucked up the ass, my mind replayed last nights event and every sensation flowed back into me. It seemed utterly amazing that after Carl had broken thru my anal ring and after the hot searing pain subsided that it was actually more of a euphoric feeling that had washed over me. One never considers his ass as something that would bring him a bit of pleasure but in this instance it seemed surreal. The thing that got to me more than anything was having to swallow the kid's cum and then having to suck the shit and slime off of Carl's cock. However, just a little while ago, I had to suck my own cum off of the mayor's fingers and it didn't seem as such a vile thing to do, compared to last night. Not that my sperm tasted any different, but for some reason; perhaps because I knew it was my own, the experience didn't seem that abusive.
And what of this mornings ass cleaning? Putting the frigid water aside, I can in some ways be thankful for the men's attentiveness. If they're going to fuck me again, and IF they expect me to suck their nasty cocks clean; at least there shouldn't be any of my own shit covering their dicks. So the inner rage I felt this morning, seems more like it could have been all for not; they should have told me 'why' they were hosing out my ass in the first place.
What about this mornings ride into town? How reasonable of an expectation could it have been to believe that some of the town's folk actually knew the 'mayor'. I could only arrive at two conclusions; the first being that those that waved knew what the 'mayor' and the other men were doing way the hell up here on the mountain, or two, they knew what could happen to them or one of their own family members should they fall prey to him or his men. And the store owner, my God, what kind of a man is he that he took delight in looking at my
nakedness without offering my assistance. I know that gay men, regardless of
age, will always be the same; just like normal guys. Sex is sex, and if an older man gets a chance to look at a younger man, well, at least part of his day was well spent. I couldn't, nor would I, hold that against the man. But the stock boy at the grocery store was a different story. He reveled in seeing my hairless body and causing me pain; yet on the other hand he knows that every time he came up to the camp that he was going to get his brains fucked out. Perhaps he was one of the town's resident gay guys who played top and bottom. I guess those are the correct words to use, at least I think they are.
This whole new world is a far cry from my structured life back home. Everything here is new, painful, humiliating, embarrassing and de-humanizing; compared to my daily routine and work habits. Maybe Ryan WAS right. Maybe I'd lived alone; as he'd say 'in a fucking cocoon' all of my life that I had no idea what existed in the 'real world'. Now I was seeing another side of life, some of which pertains to Ryan's world, well I'm sure that the sucking and fucking part does, since he professes to be the 'top' or the 'man of the house'.
I also have learned, through listening, that these men have no intentions of keeping me here forever. I'm not excited about being tossed into an empty boxcar and discovered hundreds, if not thousands of miles away from home. AND, I also know that some of these men are fugitives from the law; while others are only running away from the everyday life in the real world. I'm guessing, as I've heard, that if they obey the rules here, then they can stay. Break the rules and they might just find themselves in one of those boxcars; or worse, in jail.
I continued to lay there, surrounded by silence; as the air warmed with the sun. My brain never ceased to function and I was always finding myself replaying one, if not more, individual scenarios from yesterday and today. I think, just maybe, I was coming to terms with my predicament. Not that I wanted any of this to continue, but I was thinking that I could have fallen into the hands of a group of ax murderers or something even worse. I even tried to decipher which of these men, that perhaps, just perhaps, I could enlist to help me out of my predicament. I thought at first of the mayor's boy, who seemed to have taken a liking to me; just for the fact that he didn't try to choke me last night while I was forced to suck his cock and he hadn't taken to much of a 'liberty' with me in the truck, other than to run his hand over my flesh. And then there was Vince, who I now know is gay; and perhaps later on tonight I'd get a chance to tell him about my brother Ryan. Maybe he was susceptible enough to believe me if I told him that Ryan would like him.
Personal thoughts vanished, as hands began to grab hold of my ankles, untying
them from the table and pulling the out wide; to which I began to think I was going to have my legs ripped off. I could tell, by the feeling of wood against my flesh that the wooden pole used earlier, was being attached to my feet. There seemed to be an unending stress being placed on my thigh muscles.
Soon after, my hands were released and my body was pulled down to one end of the table; which I believed left my ass hanging barely over the edge. The men
quickly re-attached my wrists to the table and then someone took hold of the
pole between my feet and began pushing it towards my head; forcing me to bend my knees. I began to feel that someone or persons was doing something with the pole. After a silent frenzy of activity, they had attached two additional ropes to the pole and the loose ends were knotted to the table, directly behind my head; thus firmly holding my legs out wide, my cock bouncing on my stomach and most humiliating my balls dangling over the edge of the table along with my defenseless asshole.
Damn! Somebody is playing with my nuts. No wait, he's massaging them! Now what, I wonder? The momentary sensation lapsed into what seemed to be one of the men tying my balls. He was tying each one separately, and the other end of the small cord was pulled excruciatingly tight and knotted off to the pole that was keeping my legs and feet apart. It felt as if someone was reaching inside my gut and pulling my insides out.
The next thing I know, somebody is running their greasy cock up and down my ass. I tried not to pay attention; thinking that, by not thinking, about the inevitable that the pain would be more easily tolerated. As the dick punched its way into my ass, all I could do was scream. The pain was more severe than any from last night. I suppose that my screaming only amplified the intruder's desires, as he swiftly had the entire length of his cock buried up my ass. The burning was unbelievable as was the feeling of being torn apart. The speed, at which this guy was screwing me, seemed as if he was in a race with himself to see just how fast he could make a deposit.
My suspicions proved correct, as just moments later he let lose with a blood curdling yell of his own; sending wave after wave of hot manseed deep into my
bowels. All of the man's actions seemed to be too much for my own balls; as with each of his violent thrust, my entire body moved; sending tumultuous pain to my scrotum. The one saving grace through this act of violence was that nobody could see the pain on my face, nor the tears coming from my eyes.
During the afternoon, I must have had four or five more cocks shoved up my ass, each with their own rhythm, voracity and end result. None of the men had said a single word; which I was thankful for. After all of the previous name calling, I was happy to know that they had a limited vocabulary; or so I'd thought was the case.
Later in the day, my bindings were removed as was the head covering. The majority of the men were all standing around one or the other campfire; which at first seemed odd, until I realized just how long I'd been tied to the table. Then came the second revelation; the reason that none of them had said a word
while they fucked me was simple. Now I'd have no idea which of them had been the ones to fuck me. I hadn't seen all of them naked yet, so dick size wouldn't help me figure out who had taken their relief up my ass. All of them had an evil smirk on their face as they watched me climb from the table.
None of them moved, as my feet touched the ground, and I wasn't really sure what I was supposed to do; so with nothing more than the few pointers I'd already received I simply knelt there next to the table. The facial expressions on the men seemed to change, as I put my hands behind my head; like I'd seen the kid do yesterday.
A few minutes passed; until the sound of the generator broke the eerie silence. Knowing that the evening meal was soon approaching, I realized just how long I'd been laying on the table; even missing the noon meal. But, on the other hand I also knew that I had a task to perform for the men as they would sit around the dinner table.
I wasn't led by a leash to the mess hall, but I did have to crawl behind the men as they all paraded up to the large cabin. And, without prodding, I began the ritual of kissing all of their boots, shoes and bare feet.
Shocked, was what I was; when not one person pulled me into their crotch. Not
that I wanted to suck on a cock, but I felt positive that I'd get one or two of them. The men seemed to be ignoring me, and again, I'm not complaining.
I finally crawled out from under that table and moved over to the same place I held last night; and was given a plate with rather large portions of food on it. I learned much later that the meat was venison; and I might add that it tasted fantastic.
After I had finished eating, and the plate taken away; the mayor turned on the television and everyone seemed focused on the local and state news, while myself and the kid sipped on a wonderful cup of coffee. I guess living in the city had its perks; like coffee, when and wherever I wanted. Now, I'm lucky if I get two cups of the stuff a day.
At some point during the newscast, the mayor got up and came over to me and in his hand he held what at first looked like a steel chain. To my surprise, it turned out to be a dog collar. It was one of those that people use on larger pets; the kind with the double prongs on it.
He didn't say a word as he placed it around my neck, and I could feel the prongs already wanting to dig into my flesh. He tugged on it several times, allowing the prongs to alert me to their presence. Just from my facial features, the mayor could easily see that he'd gotten the message across. After he spun it completely around once or twice, he pulled a small padlock from his pocket and locked it in place on the collar.
From his other pocket he produced, what I'd call a leather shoelace. Using both of his hands he made one loop around the base of my cock with the leather and then proceeded to secure my nuts in the very bottom of the scrotum; before using the remaining portion of the shoelace to separate my nuts from each other. His actions were none to gentle and I could instantly begin to feel the tightness with which my nuts were secured in place.
Was I surprised that he wasn't done yet? From his back pocket he displayed, what I can only describe as a clamp from a pair of jumper cables; and he instantly bent down and clamped it on the end of my cock. I reeled in pain, falling backwards onto the floor; before I reached out and removed it. I was yelping like a scolded puppy, when one of his feet made contact with my stomach. Three more times, his accuracy at finding my gut was rewarded by the sounds coming from my mouth.
Two men had jumped up and were now holding me down on the floor; while the mayor re-attached the clamp. I continued yelling and screaming; snot bubbling from my nostrils; while the entire group (excluding the mayor's son) broke out into a symphony of laughter and name calling.
Before the hell had concluded, I had identical, yet a smaller version of the clamp, gripping each of my nipples.
"It's amazing what one can purchase in town, when one has money." The mayor said as if there was nothing out of the ordinary going on. By now, I'd managed to get my tolerance level to accept the pain a little better; as my breathing became less labored. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that any movement on my part, would intensify the level of pain to my cock or nipples; so I relegated myself to remain as calm as possible while laying on the floor.
"For tonight's entertainment value, we're going to watch a movie that we picked up in town today," the mayor said with assurance in his voice. "It's been a long time since we've seen a good flick, and I feel that we all deserve to enjoy ourselves from time to time. Once again, my thanks go to our visitor for being so generous."
Well, at least I know that I've bought them a VCR machine and lord knows how many movies. I couldn't see the movie, from where I lay; but by the sound of it, the movie must have been a western. The mayor's son was even watching it, but he was kneeling next to me, hands behind his head; occasionally looking down at me to see if I was in distress.
Distress! Panic! Fear! Humiliation! All surfaced after the movie ended; with the mayor calling a conclusion to the day, well, except for me. All of the men filed out the door, leaving just the mayor, his son, Carl and myself in the mess hall.
"I sure hope it's not to late," said the mayor; as he stood over me, with MY cellphone taking a lasting photograph of my new additions. The next thing I know, he's calling Ryan.
I wanted so much to yell and scream, alerting Ryan to my situation; but yet I
coward in fear of additional punishment and torture.
Ryan got a full description of MY daily activities, from the mayor. Oddly enough the mayor didn't have to raise his voice. It was as if Ryan was intent on
learning of my rapid descent into a life of servitude and slavery. From the conversation I could tell that Ryan had given him, his email address and that
ALL of the photos were now on their way to his computer. Once the connection had been re-established between Ryan and the mayor, there was further discussion about each and every picture that had been sent to Ryan. It made me wish for a quick, painless death; just knowing that my younger brother was seeing me in such a manner. One could also surmise that I was glad that none of the other phone numbers on my phone were called; which would most certainly put an end to any further job offers once I returned home.
The conversation lasted quite some time, but with me only hearing one side of
the talking; it was hard to get an honest assessment of how Ryan was accepting this whole situation. The last thing I heard was 'yes you can expect another call tomorrow'; before the call ended and the mayor told his boy to get the phone on the charging unit while the generator was still running.
Carl came over to me and got me up on my hands and knees, which caused an enormous amount of discomfort to the clamped areas of my body. The clamp on the head of my cock was nearly touching the floor as Carl commanded me to follow him. Each forward motion of my body caused the heavy clamps to swing and bobble.
By the time we'd gotten back to the 'Pain Center', Vince had already been hard at work, anticipating our arrival. Inside my cell now hung four large chains which were attached to some sort of nylon webbed hammock like thing. I had to really concentrate, as I hoisted myself up onto this contraption; as it moved like a backyard swing. Once I'd finally gotten on the thing, my wrists were quickly attached to the front pair of chains. My ankles were then bound to the remaining two chains; leaving my knees slightly bent, once again exposing my most private body parts to Vince and Carl.
Both men seemed to pride themselves on the amount of pain they were causing as each of them pulled and yanked on the three clamps attached to my body parts. The more I screamed and cried, the more they pulled and for longer durations. Carl laid the large clamp on my stomach, putting an end to his demonic torture; although leaving it still attached to my cock.
The main door opened, sending a rush of cold air into the cabin; causing me once again to shiver. The mayor and his son had joined us, in what was to be one of my worst nightmares.
The mayor stepped around Carl, saying, "Your brother Ryan wishes you the best of the best and sends along his regrets for not being here for you." Hearing those words, if they were true, sent my hopes of rescue tumbling downhill.
"But not to worry," he said, "your brother has sent along a pleasant surprise, in his own special way."
I was befuddled to imagine what in the hell he was talking about. Ryan would never send ME a surprise; not the way I was always forgetting his birthday and always forgoing his invitations to one of his 'infamous' gatherings.
My cell was becoming crowded as the kid appeared on the other side. He sat a small cloth bag on my abdomen, just above the penis clamp. For the very first
time, I saw a slight smile on the boy's face; which was mystifying, to say the least.
"This one is from Ryan," the mayor said as he reached in to the bag and withdrew nothing more than a wooden clothespin. Like, what is that for? I quickly found out, as the mayor lifted up my dick, via the clamp and clipped the clothespin on the underside of my cock. Pain rocketed up my cock and left me to experience several more pinings from the mayor before he took a step back. By now I was shaking so violently that the web that I was laying on was rocking back and forth and from side to side; with all of the men and the boy standing idly by, all with 'shit eating grins' on their faces.
Shocked, more or less left blindsided by this current experience; I noticed the kid reaching into the bag, pulling out a handful of clothespins. I wanted so much to plead and beg by now that I would rather have been fucked by the whole gang of men instead of suffering this torture; and that's exactly what I did! I begged for mercy... pleaded for them to let me down... groveled at their existence as something far more superior than myself. None of my words seemed to have the desired effect.
Eight more clothespins were slowly, methodically and precisely placed on my cock by the boy. Vince was next and he seemed enthralled as he placed five or six clips on my balls. What was becoming more and more apparent to me now, was that the excitement level seemed to increase, the more I screamed, choked on my words and thrashed about like a fish out of water.
Carl left my genital region to the others as he had plans for another part of my body. I suppose in his infinite wisdom, Carl knew other places which the clothespins would bring about the same reaction from me. The first line of clothespins started just above my hip bone, followed in a straight line up the side of my torso and finishing just passed my armpit. An identical line of them was clipped on the opposite side of my body.
The mayor reached in, dumping the remaining few onto my chest. "Only eight of
these nasty critters left, so how about each of us taking two and picking out a good spot for them," he said as if this was just a normal thing to be doing.
Two clothespins went on each of my ears, one to each of where my eyebrows used to be and the last two were placed on my tongue. And by now, needless to say, I was nearly delirious.
"Here Vince, take several photos of our visitor. I told his brother I'd send him the pictures once we had delivered the 'surprise'." The mayor said, handing over my cellphone. It was all over in less than two minutes. The phone captured my tormented flesh and the photos were now being sent to Ryan's computer. This would result in nothing less than me beating the living shit out of him once I got back home.
Yelling to his boy, the mayor said "go get the can. I think our visitor just might need to pee."
In a flash the kid was gone and back, now holding a plastic urinal (probably taken out of a dumpster someplace) and was anxiously waiting for my penis clamp to be removed. The relief was instant, both in the removal of the clamp and the release of a hard steady stream of my piss into the urinal. At least that much was something I wanted and needed.
The sound of Mozart began to play and I instantly knew that it was my phone that was ringing. It was answered, dutifully, by the mayor; and before I knew it, the phone was placed next to my ear.
"Well didn't you go and get yourself into a fucking big mess of trouble." Came the all to familiar voice of my brother. "I suppose you expect me to drop what I'm doing and fly up there and attempt to locate your ass? I wouldn't be holding my breath any length of time if that's what you're expecting, bro. Seems to me that all of these great pictures your friends have sent to me, tell a great story. I can just see mom and dad now, not to mention the rest of the family when they see you sucking on man cock and taking their dicks up your ass. By the way, I must admit that I love your new haircut; it so becomes you. Now then, what say I come up looking for you in about a month's time or so? By then I'm sure you'll be a very compliant slave to your friends and will be craving cock as if it were your only means towards salvation. Not that you and me were ever that close, but I always just knew how you felt about gay guys, especially me. Now it seems that the proverbial shoe is on the other foot, so to speak. I do believe; that this is the first and only time you've let me say more than you; but since I'm not like you, what would you like to say to me."
I didn't have to take the time to think before speaking to Ryan. "Ryan I don't know what ever gave you the idea that I was disrespectful towards you or your friends. Please, PLEASE don't go showing those pictures around; I'm begging you. Just come here and do whatever it takes to gain my release. I'll do anything you ask to make it all up to you; I promise. I don't like all this slave business and I sure don't like the things they are forcing me to do. And I can understand how you must be feeling right this very minute, because of the pain I've suffered from the hands of these men just now, through you. I can only beg forgiveness and ask for your understanding."
A few moments of silence over the phone before Ryan replied. "I'll just have to think about and contemplate the honesty and sincerity of your pleas and childish whining. I'm not so sure that you aren't liking the way your friends are treating you. If it wasn't for the pain caused physically and mentally upon your soul, I'd say that you are enjoying your nakedness, not to mention the ample supply of cocks that you have available to you. You see bro, being naked exposes not only your outer self, but you inner being. It allows others to see you for what you really are; and if it comes to fruition that indeed you like cock up your ass and drinking piss, being a cute little slave to mankind, then your friends have trained you beyond my wildest dreams."
I was momentarily stunned, by Ryan's words. Not only were they most eloquent in a manner of speaking, but he sounded so sincere in his observation of my terminal situation. I was about to make a final response, and another plea; when Ryan simply said for me to listen to my friends and do as they ask. He further indicated that he'd be in contact with them soon, as he was looking forward to witnessing my advancement and behavioral modifications. He left me with no hope of coming to my rescue now or anytime soon.
None of the men commented about the phone call, as the phone went silent and was taken away. My mental processing went from hearing my brother' voice to that of once again feeling the mild discomfort of the clothespins.
Carl began flicking at them with his fingers which only heightened the awareness that my flesh was adorned with a sizeable quantity of the multi-use objects. Then, thinking that it would be such a relief to have them removed; became yet another lesson in pain management.
As Carl began to remove them, one by one, I reacted violently as it hurt more
when taking them off than it did when they were put on. Once again I began thrashing around and screaming; as the whole process felt as if I was being stung by a swarm of bees. He delighted in the fact that I was suffering, and seemed to draw out the process that much longer. As the last of them was removed, I discovered that my body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. I wasn't at all aware of the amount of pain that I would endure when the mayor removed the two clamps from my nipples. As each nipple clamp came off it felt as if I'd just been jolted by electricity. There was just no way in hell, that another human being could be so sadistic and maniacal.
What would come of me now? What kind of 'sick' relationship is Ryan trying to
form with these men? How much more 'hospitality' are these guys going to show me. I had to come up with some means of escape, and soon; now fearing even worse treatment.
The teen moved around and stood between my outstretched legs, glancing at me and then turning towards his dad. I thought for a minute that I was about to get a royal fucking but it turns out that the boy had been given permission for something more in line with his own training.
In front of everyone, the kid bent forward and took my sore cock into his mouth. It took several minutes for his mouth to bath away the soreness; before my brain was able to process my need for a strong erection.
His head was bobbing up and down on my cock; each downward movement seemed to
swallow more and more of my dick; until he had it completely engulfed in his
mouth and throat. He used one of his hands to gently massage my balls; which
increased the level of pleasure I was experiencing.
I could begin to feel a strain in my balls, to which I attributed to the fact that they were separated from each other and that they were trying to draw up into my body. The boy's soft hands gliding over the tight skin surrounding each of my nuts was the most sensual feeling I'd ever experienced. Honestly, I didn't want him to stop.
I so much wanted and needed to grab a hold of the boy's head, but with my wrists all bound there was nothing I could do. I bucked my hips several times; trying in vain to get more of my manhood into his mouth, but he already had it
completely engulfed. After several rather vivid moments, my seed flew into the dark, moist cavern of the kid's mouth and throat. I couldn't believe the amount of desire and passion the teen put forth; and I sure as hell couldn't believe that I had gotten such a thrill, a sexual high, from his attentive mouth and tongue. Jesus, was that the best or what. I think that perhaps in a lot of ways it was better than the last two girls I'd been with.
I had to be imagining things; as once the teenager had slid his mouth off of my cock, Vince took his place. Now, I'm not one to complain when it comes to sex, but my cock is quite sensitive right after I dump a load. Vince went right to work sucking on the head of my dick, causing those never ending waves of agony. I begged, pleaded and cried for him to stop; but he didn't. Even thrashing around as I was doing, didn't seem to intimidate him. Carl and the mayor were looking on with nothing less than total hysterical reactions to my predicament.
I was out of breath, and exhausted by the time Vince stood up and move away from my body. Carl's facial expressions changed so fast from laughing to serious that I didn't know what to expect. The mayor came up to me and chastised me for all of the moaning and verbalizing that I'd done. He explicitly informed me that it was not in my duties as the new camp slave to speak, unless spoken to. I noticed that Carl had stepped out of my cell but was back in under a minute. As the mayor moved aside, Carl was now standing by my raised feet. What happened next occurred so fast that I didn't have time to think.
Carl had retrieved a rather wide leather strap, which you might even think of as a paddle (of sorts). It was about four inches wide and eighteen inches long. I watched, holding my breath as he raised his arm and the next thing I felt was a shockwave of pain on the bottom of my left foot. Over and over again Carl lashed out at me with his paddle. I screamed but did not beg.
There was only a momentary lapse, as Carl repositioned himself and began thrashing the bottom of my right foot. His body, and the others. became blurred; as tears filled my eyes.
My feet were numb, yet burning by the time Carl handed the paddle over to the
mayor. The two men exchanged places and the mayor took a couple of practice swings with the paddle; before his first real swing landed on my tender skinned ass. My body violently reacted to his first hit and my vocal cords were strained to their limit. I thought he was ripping the hide right off of my body; assured that the entire camp could here my plight.
Both cheeks were dealt a severe punishment before the mayor called a halt to his own actions. Carl had reached up and grabbed two of the chains holding the webbing and rather quickly brought the swinging motion to a halt. All I could do was lay there, weeping and sucking down the phlegm and snot from my nasal passages.
"Now slave, I'm quite certain that you've learned a most valuable lesson here
tonight. Instead of being thankful to the two men, who copulated with you, you called out blasphemous words and phrases which we deem to be non-acceptable means of communication." The mayor said in a rather disappointed tone of voice.
Carl was ready with his comments as well, saying to me, "you should be thankful that we did not impose a more severe punishment upon your body. Nothing you think, you say or feel is of any real concern to any of us or the other free men. You are here to bring pleasure to all of us. You are to become proficient in everything that we teach you. The few things you do well, are far out weighed by all of the things you do wrong or improperly; BUT each day you will be given the same lessons and each day you will receive new lessons, until such time as you've been exposed to every fucking whim of all of the men. It could be from sucking their dicks, feeling the dicks up your worthless slave ass, OR it might even include an overnight stay out back with Brutus, in his kennel. Regardless of your lesson, you must learn it well or else suffer these same consequences or some that are far worse."
Carl's lecture didn't end in a question, but I felt a strong, urgent need to thank him and the mayor for their kind words. They seemed pleased that I responded in such a manner.
Vince knelt down at my ass and began sucking on my hole, and the mayor's boy came up and gave me a long, deep and compassionate kiss. When the boy moved out of my cell, Vince stood up and came around to also kiss me. His breath and his tongue overwhelmed my senses. I thought for sure that I was tasting some of the remnants of this afternoons fuck session.
Vince withdrew from my cell, as did the mayor and Carl. I soon saw all of them exit, except for Vince; who put a couple more chunks of wood in the stove and began turning down the lanterns. Before sliding himself under the covers of his bed, he came to me with a warm wool blanket and careful covered my torso with it.
As Vince fell fast asleep, I lay there still bound and on the web sling; trying to think about what had just happened to me and with me. It had been a long day for sure and I had a lot to think about, but nothing more important to think about than the words which Ryan had spoken to me.
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