This story is (C)Copyright 2006, by TM. All World Wide Rights Reserved. This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.
North Country Chapter Eight
I guess the one thing that I was thankful for, was that over the next several
days I wasn't subjected to the cold stream water; which had up till now been
used for my anal cleansing and bathing.
In place of the stream, I was dutifully bathed inside, at the 'Pain Center' with warm water and my cleansings were done behind the kennel.
They, mostly Vince, had tended to my needs which included the application of some salve for my welts and the one or two places where the skin had opened up.
I had continued cleaning the cabins, but I hadn't been tied beneath the outhouse for the last few days. The dog, Brutus, and I had finally been able to become friends; and he always seemed excited every day when I went in to clean out his kennel. I wasn't keen on the idea of him sniffing between my legs, but I suppose that a lot of dogs do such things.
The constant cock sucking and the nightly fuckfest was something that I finally had come to terms with. There was something about having sex with a man that was becoming easier for me to understand and enjoy (most of the time). I didn't yet feel comfortable about those men who had to take the sex part to extremes and fuck me like a speeding bullet. The slower, gentler fuck was what a really sensual sort of thing was for me. I felt almost as if I was getting just as much pleasure from it than the guy who had his cock up my ass. Sucking cock was so much easier, as the days wore on. I still gagged when the longer ones tried to get my throat muscles to palpitate their organ, but all in all sucking cock was something that I almost began looking forward to.
With a good deal of my time being outside, my pale, city boy, body was slowly turning into a nice tan without tanlines; which seemed to please the mayor's son more than anyone.
The daily trips into town had ceased, and only one truck was sent in daily; usually with the mayor, a driver, and with his son in the back. It seemed odd, in some ways, that they didn't take me with them; but I was quite gratified to stay behind.
Then, one evening at supper time, my meal was delivered in a bowl along with a bowl of water. After I had kissed all of the men's boots and moved out from
under the table I had gone to my spot anticipating a normal meal; but when I saw the bowls I knew something new had been added to my transformation. The mayor's kid came over and bound my hands to my collar, at which time I was informed that I was, from now on, to eat just like Brutus. I never considered the physical differences between man and canine until I had to eat like one.
After dinner the men all turned to watch the news on the television and then all were treated to a dvd; which, unfortunately was a gay master/slave flick which seemed to send some of them over the edge, as a few of them were jacking off without regard to anyone or anything else.
When the movie finished and I'd had more photos taken of myself, the mayor came from behind me and wrapped a length of cotton cord around the base of my already bound balls. As he had left a lengthy bit of the cord laying in the floor; he fashioned two rather wide ankle restraints out of hemp rope and the two ankles were left with only about a foot and a half of 'play' between them. The remaining white cord was tied to the center of the rope between my ankles. "This should keep our slave in his new proper position", the mayor stated to the group; to which they all started howling like a pack of wolves.
I was poked and prodded, until I began to move around the mess hall getting accustomed to my new position. It was true; that I couldn't move in such a way unless I wanted the rope and or cord to yank on my nutsack. Every forward motion had to be deliberate and small.
The men began talking to one an other and it was only then did I come to realize what day it was. Tonight was the night, that the train passed by the camp and the men that were going to be leaving for the coast were saying their goodbye's. Along with those three men leaving, two others were also hopping the train; as they apparently didn't 'fit in' with the main core of the camp. I think they were the one's who had fled other states; more precisely, they were evading the law. With five men leaving, that would reduce the manpower almost by fifty percent; making the remaining men having to pick up the slack in the daily chores. Out of the five who were leaving, three of them had been among those who DID NOT savagely attack my ass; but were rather considerate when their manmeat worked itself to climax.
In the distance, the faint sound of the train whistle was heard; alerting the men, like an alarm clock, that it was time to go. After shaking hands or parting hugs, the men headed for the door without as much as a look in my direction. I felt sad to see some of them go, and sadder yet when none of them said anything to me; the man who'd sucked their cocks and had their dicks up my ass.
The train whistle was extremely loud, and I'm sure that if we were outside we could have probably even heard the steel wheels on the tracks; but in short time, the last whistle heard was once again nothing more than a faint reminder of days just past. The five guys had successfully hopped the train, and were on to other things; leaving the other men in the mess hall in silence, as if they'd just lost good friends.
The men, except for Vince, the mayor and his son, all left for their respective cabins. The mayor came over to me and began clicking off pictures, still using my cellphone, of my new rope bindings. Vince and the kid were busy clearing the table; which to my surprise included putting all of the dirty plates on the floor in front of me so that I could lick them clean before they got washed in hot soapy water.
I could tell by the mayor's position, or should I say positions, that he was also capturing these 'Kodak' moments on the cellphone.
"You'll make a fine dog slave one day boy. You learn to move on all fours and to piss and shit like a fucking dog, and you'll make somebody a good dog to have around their house." The mayor said, only to be followed by his son making a couple of comments.
"Hey dad, maybe he'll make a good bitch for Rufus! I bet that Rufus would like to hump him because those two are getting to be good friends now. Now that Lenny is gone, poor old Rufus won't be getting a boy ass to fuck. Best part of that was Lenny yelling and screaming every time old Rufus got his knot hung up inside the hole."
There was no reply to the kid's comment, which apparently didn't sit well with his father; or did it?
The mayor and Vince sat around the table with cups of coffee, and watched as the boy approached my kneeling body.
"Sit boy Sit", the kid called out. "SIT I SAID!" The next thing I knew was the kid was swatting the back of my head. I couldn't believe he was now even talking to me as if I were indeed a dog.
I slowly and simultaneously began moving my butt back towards the heels of my feet and raising my upper body, until I was in 'sit' position. Staring me in the face was the kid's cock, nearly stiff; and all I could do, all I wanted to do was to lean forward just a bit and suck it all into my mouth. I didn't have to lean forward because the cock was unceremoniously pressed against my lips and I parted them, allowing the young and hung cock to venture into my waiting mouth.
If I had to guess, I'd have to say that the dick in my mouth had recently shot off a load, just for the fact that a teenager his age would have popped his nut after ten or fifteen minutes. The one thing I did notice was his dad taking a couple more quick snapshots of me on my knees, enjoying the cock in my mouth. At least the kid had the smell of having recently bathed, unlike some of the other men.
Startling as it was, I no sooner finished swallowing the load of young cum when my dreamland was interrupted by the sound of my phone. I hadn't heard it for such a long time that I just figured that nobody back home, family, friends or former co-workers wanted to talk to me to see how I was enjoying my vacation.
The mayor was still sitting at the table when he answered it. "Yes, hi... glad to know that you got them. Oh no; the last ones were less than ten minutes old. Yes, he just finished sucking my boy's cock and from the expression on his face; he's looking aimlessly for another one to suck on. You did? GREAT! That's the news I've been waiting to hear. No, I haven't entertained any form of
contractual slavery... yet. Yes, they've emailed some and I've read the sales agreements but as I've just said, I haven't put much weight into accepting any of them yet; as I feel he is worth more than they are offering. I'm not in a big hurry either, as I was hoping to keep him in the states; if you know what I mean... Well, not exactly; as I've mentioned the other day when you called, we just aren't equipped for such a demanding training regiment as you've outlined. We would have to rely on the generator so much that I'd be afraid of it breaking down when we really needed it; and besides, we don't have the equipment to train slaves like they need to be trained. That is why we sell them under contract to the overseas market. There they have the money and the means to turn flesh into whatever they want the end result to be."
Before I could digest all of what I'd just heard, I was handed the phone; not expecting to hear what I did.
Before I could even say hi; Ryan was already speaking over the phone in a slightly raised voice, apparently intended to gain my undivided attention. "Listen up good now 'boy'. I know you can speak and answer properly, so if you answer any of my questions; you'll do so properly, as I wouldn't want any of your friends to hear you answer improperly."
SHIT, he just called me 'boy'; just as he'd done on the other call from him. But, perhaps he was right. After all, if any of these three heard me talking like them, I'd probably get a solid whipping or worse, so I simply answered, "Yes, Sir".
"God! You're such a fucking idiot. You can't remember how to respond to a man's question?"
I thought for a quick moment, realizing my mistake and correctly answered, "Sir, yes Sir."
"Much better bro, now just don't forget it, or I'll have to make sure that your friends take care of that little slip in communications."
"Sir, yes Sir."
"Good, now where the hell was I... oh... I've been getting quite a number of good pictures of you, including the ones in the car wash. I hope you have learned a valuable lesson. I can't, for the life of me, figure out why you would want to run off like that. Aren't these friends of yours feeding you and keeping you warm and clean. Well of course they are. Just think how much of a mess you'd be in if you were still out there hiking around the fucking mountains."
"Sir, yes Sir"
"I guess by now you've figured some things out on your own. Like the use of the computer at that camping store?"
"Sir, no Sir."
"Damn bro, you are fucking slow, aren't you! How do you think I get informed on your journey? Every fucking day, they send me a quick email on what you have learned the day prior. Every fucking day, I email them, telling them things about your past and some of the skank you used to date. And they always re-send your pictures off of that computer so I can get a much more 'defined' perception of just how well you are taking cock up your pathetic slave ass and down your cum sucking mouth."
"Sir, yes Sir." "All these years of knowing that you despised gay people; and now look at you. I'm thinking that some of my friends were right all along about you. They said to me, that down deep you always wanted to be dominated. Is that about the size of it, bro?"
I hesitated, thought and pondered for the longest time. I knew that Ryan was
waiting for an answer, but how on earth could I finally come to tell him the
truth, the whole truth. What would he think of me and how is he going to take the fact that indeed, I'm finally finding my niche in the world.
"I'M FUCKING WAITING BOY! Ryan finally yelled through the phone.
"Sorry Sir; for taking so long to answer, Sir. The answer to Sirs question is
that I... well... yes Sir, Sir is correct Sir." At least I finally had come out of the deepest and darkest closet; and I was able to do it in such a way as not to be overheard by the guys who were sitting around listening and apparently enjoying the humiliating position Ryan had put me in.
"Well, that's a relief. Now all I have to do is find a way to get you out of your current situation. If something doesn't happen soon, you'll be sold and shipped off to one of those rich foreigners who wants to cut off your nuts, part of your dick and make you his bitch and the bitch to just about anybody he feels like loaning you out to. Is that what you want 'boy'?
"Sir, no Sir." I said trying to hold back the emotions and tears from just admitting what I need, plus the fear of being nutted and having my dick cut down to just a nub.
"Well, here's what you're going to do 'boy'. First you will forget about running away anymore. Second, you are going to keep sucking every fucking cock in the camp and then you're going to stop yelling and screaming when somebody ramrods your slave boy ass! Then if they want to use you for a piss pot, you will swallow it all and thank them each and every time they use you for anything. No if's and's or but's; just fucking do it. You do your part, keep learning and doing whatever it is that you're told to do; and I'll see what can be done about rescuing your ass. I'm sure the cops there won't be of any use, so I'll just have to call around and see what I can do. I'd hate to get mom and dad involved in your fucking mess, but if I have to I will."
Now with a river of tears flowing from my reddened eyes all I could do was to say, "Yes Sir, thank you Sir," handing the phone back to the mayor's outstretched hand. I was sad in the fact that Ryan wasn't here with me right this minute, getting me out of this mess; but I also now concerned myself with the notion that he might just have to tell mom and dad. And, if he ever said anything to my other two brothers, I'd have hell to pay when I got home. Maybe, just maybe, being shipping overseas wasn't such a bad alternative afterall.
Nothing else mattered at the moment, as Vince now came up with a surprisingly
long and thick chain. He quickly had it fixed to my collar, and the shear weight of the chain pulled my collar so tight against my skin that the small barbs began digging at my flesh. Unceremoniously I was taken back to my cell, crawling like the dog they all intended me to become. Vince had even padlocked the other end of the chain to one of the bars of the cell; all but keeping me confined for the duration of the night. He did, however, bring me a large bowl of water; but at the same time he removed the pail that I normally used at night to piss in. The only decent thing that he did before he lay down to sleep, was to toss into my cell a rather musty smelling old pillow.
I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned under the constant weight of the chain. My mind was fixed on nothing more than my conversation with Ryan; but by now I should have known that I was supposed to be thinking and meditating on ways to please the men in the camp.
Morning came, and the start of the day was just about like all others. The big difference was that my breakfast was served in a bowl, without eating utensils and I was instructed by the mayor's boy to eat straight from the bowl.
It wasn't long and I was outside with Vince, crawling towards the dog's kennel. "You'll stay in here, until you've had your morning piss and shit." Vince said with a sinister snicker in his voice. I had no choice but to stay there, with the dog; as Vince had locked the gate and gone off to the mess hall. I don't think the dog was to happy with me being in 'his' kennel, as he got my full attention when he occasionally growled at me; but maybe it was he way of telling me who the boss was.
I was finally able to complete my functions and it wasn't much longer before one of the men came to 'fetch' me. I was taken down to the first of the cabins, but it seemed to take forever to make the beds without being able to stand up. It was even harder to sweep the floor, but I managed. At least after today, I would have two less cabins to clean; which were previously occupied by the men who left last night.
From cleaning the cabins, I was taken down to the common area of camp, where one fire was burning. My chain was locked around one of the table legs, while three of the men sat there watching. My 'handler' tossed an empty cardboard box onto the ground and told me to 'put all the trash in the box'.
I no sooner began to crawl around, with the chain now draping down my chest and going between my legs; and just as I picked up the first tiny bit of trash in my hand, I gat a swift kick in my side. "You dumb fucking animal! Animals don't use their hands to pick up trash! Animals use their fucking mouths, you stupid dumb faggot dog slave."
After I'd gotten the air back into my lungs, I quickly began picking up the few pieces of trash with my teeth and depositing them into the box. I continued this chore for quite some time, until the men had their assignments to complete; and I was their assignment. I did learn from their conversations, two things; one, they weren't all that happy that they never got to go into town all that much and two, the mayor, his boy, and Vince had already left for town; which meant that they had to have left quite some time ago.
I climbed up on to the table and the men began administering my bath; which I might say wasn't the softest of the many baths I'd received. They had even improvised a way in which to perform my anal cleansing while I was kneeling atop the table. The three pair of hands scoured my body for any signs of hair stubble, but fortunately it wasn't necessary to shave me just yet, except for my head and face.
I had expected to be taken from the table, but instead, my hands and feet were quickly pulled outward and tied rather tightly to the table. Shocked, is about all I can think to say, when my eyes were then covered in a heavy dark cloth. Never having been blindfolded before, I went into a state of fear and began doing the best I could to thrash around, without saying anything. The heavy chain from my collar was now pulled tight and fixed beneath the table, thus preventing any quick or violent moves on my part. I was curtly informed that if I made one single sound that the men had orders to put a gag in my mouth.
All I could do was to kneel there, being at their mercy. It didn't take long before the hands were squeezing my bound balls, tugging on my cock or teasing the entrance to my asshole; all of which caused me to get a nice, prominent
erection. At least the sun was up and helping to keep my naked soul warm along with the campfire, as I knelt helpless. I felt one, perhaps two fingers poking at my ass and soon realized that the fingers were packing a little bit of lube up my butt.
I felt awkward, alone, and a bit dejected when there were no hands on my body. Hell, there wasn't even a single sound from any of the men and I began to wonder if I'd been simply left there to bake under the sun, as I started to get a little thirsty and could have done with a nice bowl of cool water.
Time passed like the slow ebb of a changing tide. The only noise filtering through the cloth which covered my ears was the whistles and caws of a few birds.
Lord knows how long it had been before I began to hear the sound of human voices again. But, one thing I can tell you for sure, one of the voices wasn't speaking English, and there was one speaking with a deep southern drawl.
Now, at least, I wasn't alone. I could tell that the mayor was also among the men who were standing over me, and I assumed, also, that the kid and Vince were standing near as well. As much as I wanted to see who all was here, I knew that a slave shouldn't care about such things, as I'd been told so many times before.
I had expected to feel the hands start to paw all over me, but only two soft hands began to stroke the skin. They started on my head and continued down every inch of my back, passed my ass, and onward to my feet; even the soles of my feet received a minimal touch by the soft hands. When the hands returned to my head, I almost felt as if I was being examined like a piece of livestock or something; as they glided over my cheek bones and down to my throat, before venturing beneath me to begin there less than tender inspection of my nipples.
All the while, the man was speaking in his native language and I had no fucking clue as to what he was saying. Not another soul was speaking, which really freaked me out. He wasn't gentle with my cock or balls either; perhaps he thought that squeezing my balls like they were nothing more than a Florida orange was the proper thing to do. His tugging and subsequent action of skinning my dick wasn't the most pleasurable experience either. It was then, right then and there, that just by the tone of his voice combined with the amount of yapping he was doing; that this guy had something to do with the business of illegal slave trading.
I thought, and felt confident that he was saving the inspection of my asshole for last; and I wasn't wrong. As he pulled my butt cheeks apart, his voice raised a couple of octaves and I began to feel the all to familiar sensation of a finger entering my hole. He continued talking the entire time, as he got not two, but three huge fingers inside my ass. I could have, perhaps should have moaned and groaned but I withheld my physical distress from being noticeable by any and all.
After extracting his fingers, the man proceeded to squeeze the sides of my jaw, causing me to open my mouth and accept the greasy and slimy fingers to be
cleaned. As if that wasn't bad enough, the man apparently needed to look at my teeth; just as if he were buying a fucking race horse or something. I'm telling ya; this guy talked the entire time and I was almost certain that some of the things he was saying weren't to nice.
Strangely enough, the man left two fingers in my mouth, as he finished his inspection and I immediately went to sucking on them like as if they were a lollipop. I could feel him ever so slightly move them back and forth over my tongue, which only seemed to heighten my needs and wants to have a real pulsing cock in my mouth.
Finally, thank God, the man seemed to turn silent, as the guy who spoke with a southern accent began to speak.
"Mr. Ilyad seems to feel that this meat you are proposing that he broker for you is not worth his attention or his efforts. As you can see here, placing his hands on my shoulders, there is not much muscle mass nor does it appear that this meat will ever be able to produce much, if any, regardless of a strict physical training program. The same hold true for the meat's back and legs, as it will take a considerable amount of time to tone what little the meat has presently." Damn, now I'm nothing more than a piece of fucking meat, to who ever this guy is. Meat, boy, slave, dogboy: what else are they going to be calling me?
"As for the feet, well... most of his clients aren't interested in a slave's feet; as the majority of the lower legs are usually removed, leaving only the best part of the hind legs for further modifications. Mr. Ilyad was concerned about the nipples as well, apparently they need a tremendous amount of stretching in order for any prospective buyer to adorn them with the crescent rings of a proper slave, which if you're not familiar with such a ring; they are quite thick and heavy due to their size.
Not that he is criticizing, but Mr. Ilyad was wondering why this meat hasn't had his balls tenderized yet. Most of the prospective meat he inspects has had extensive work done on the balls. It shows him that the meat has had ample opportunity to experience pain, as the balls swell up to proper proportion. Not that it matters much, but most meat that is converted into a bitchboy, have their balls removed almost as soon as they are taken into custody. Concerning the meat's cock... well, it too appears not to have had any extensive training yet; as there are no signs of broken blood vessels or blisters from a hot iron. It is preferred to offer for sale meat that has at least begun some form of pleasurable transformation."
I began to shake violently upon hearing this guy talk all this shit about pain and pleasure. My pain, someone else's pleasure. I suppose one could and should assume that such a life is forthcoming.
"Mr.Ilyad isn't too concerned with the lack of the meat's forearm mass; as that too is usually taken care of by removing the forearms from the elbows down. It gives the prosthetics department plenty to work with when they form fit it with new legs up front."
There was an eerie silence in the air for a brief moment, as I continued sucking on the two fingers, as if I was expecting them to ejaculate.
"I'm sorry, did I say something wrong or did I offend you?" the man asked. "I
see by the expression on your face that Mr. Ilyad's inspection of the meat you are offering isn't particularly to your liking."
"No, not exactly", responded the mayor. "It's just that I've never heard anyone speak about human flesh like this before and it is rather upsetting when one hears it for the first time. I've never used a slave broker before as I've
always managed to locate a buyer on my own; with little to no assistance."
"Well, I'm sure that Mr. Ilyad appreciates your openness and candor. However, he does have a reputation of being one of the foremost procurers of slave meat in the world and I'm sure that nothing he has mentioned was directly at you personally. The only other area of concern is the meat's rectum. Mr. Ilyad normally only places virgins, which as you might imagine, bring the highest prices. Those who purchase used meat are those with less standings in their community and seem to take a less than stellar care of their property."
The mayor quickly responded by saying, "Well I'm sorry that your Mr. Ilyad feels that way. I've done fairly well with the two or three slaves I've sold direct, but was only thinking that going through a slave broker would say time and perhaps gain me a few extra dollars. There are several others who have indicated their desire to purchase this boy and I'm just waiting on them to send over their proposals. I'm certain that at least one of them will have reached a decision with a day or two; so I'm not really worried about being stuck with excess 'meat' as you call it."
I was a little relieved when I heard those words, but still in fear of having my body mutilated by some foreigner. I can't tell you how it feels to be talked about, while they are speaking of removing parts of my body. I shiver to think that such people really do exisit.
"Well, Mr. Ilyad is willing to take the slave off of your hands right now for...
ten thousand, and he will absorb the lose, should there be one." The southerner came back with his response.
I felt as if I was holding my breath, just waiting and perhaps expecting to hear the men come to an agreement. My future was at stake, this very moment. I'm glad that my eyes are covered, less they see the tears.
"Well, I appreciate Mr. Ilyad's patience and his offer, but I'm going to have to take some time to consider it; as I wait to hear from the other parties involved. I normally get half again what he has offered so being a sound business man I'd be remiss if I jumped at the first offer that came along; besides, I've never had or least not heard of any complaints about the others I've sold outright." Reply the mayor with a resolute tone to his voice.
Shockingly, as the three men were shaking hands, I felt a final squeeze of my
balls and a firm twisting of my cock. Those soft hands were once again gliding over my body; as the men from camp apparently had simply just walked away,
leaving me bound like a dog on top of the table.
Then, when I thought I'd heard it all; came the final blow. "You know these men don't have a fucking clue that this slave is worth ten times what we offered for him." Said the southern man.
"Yes, I'm quite aware that not all Americans who dabble in the slave business know what the fuck they are doing to begin with." Came the reply, in perfect English; from the man who hadn't spoken a word of it since his arrival.
Standing far enough away from the two gentlemen, the mayor had turned to Vince saying, "if they think I'm that fucking stupid, I'll just let them think what they want. I have one more hook in the water and if that doesn't work, well ... fuck it! We'll just package the boy up and toss him on next weeks train.
if you would like to read more of this story and other stories by the SanibelBoys go to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SanibelBoys Just be sure that your profile shows your 'adult' age ,no exceptions, thanks, marcus, trey and billy