North Country

By Sanibel Boys

Published on Jul 25, 2023

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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 Nineteen

I didn't know how long I was left bound to this chair, but things seemed to go from bad, to worse, to great and finally back to worse.

The rod that was, for a lack of a better term, fucking my dick; keep going deeper and deeper. The initial infusion of lubricant seemed to rapidly absorb into my flesh, which left me with nothing more than the minimal coating left of the rod.

The steel rod eventually began to create a small amount of friction, each time it passed next to my cock piercing; sending notice to my senses that things were, literally, heating up.

If it hadn't been for the machine working the dildo in my ass, I would have suffered even more. You see, the dildo fucking machine caused me to have an orgasm about twenty minutes into this session. My cum helped to lubricate the steel rod which then was able to thrust back and forth with greater ease.

The second time that the mechanical aids caused me to orgasm wasn't all that much different from the first time; but after that, each orgasm that followed became more and more like a torturous hell.

And when Henry came down to get me unhooked from the machines; well I have to be honest and say that I was mentally and physical out of it. I don't know too much of what happened other than being constantly fucked in my ass and piss slit.

Henry got everything off of and out of my body with ease and then removed the bindings from my body. The made sure that my ball weight was firmly attached and then he helped me to stand up.

My entire body trembled and shook, with Henry saying "looks like you had a fun time this morning". My knees kept wanting to collapse and my brain couldn't communicate with my body at all. Henry stood alongside of me, holding me up; as he gingerly guided me to the outside stair way. I guess I must have looked funny or else Henry just though that spending the entire morning getting fucked was funny; because he couldn't keep himself from laughing.

I expected Henry at any moment to just let me drop to the grass, but he continued to support me all the way to the backyard; until we got along side one of the tables by the pool. He eased me down gently onto the pool deck and the cool sensation on my cheeks was a refreshing pause. Probably the most noticeable thing was that Henry didn't stop to plug my ass, and the air floating passed the opening was like nothing I'd ever felt before; except to mention that my brain was trying to tell me that being the one getting fucked was really good, all good and that I wanted more of the same.

Henry took removed the leather mitts from my hands and placed a large bowl of food onto my lap; which after eating it, I can honestly say that it tasted great but it didn't look anything like food at all.

I was then made to stand, while a chain was attached to my ankle irons, leaving me about two feet with which to move my feet. Then Henry came up and placed another chain to the front ring of my collar and the other end went square in the middle of the chain attached to my ankles. However, the chain attached to my collar was no where near long enough to allow me to stand erect. I was having to either bend forward, or else I could squat and walk like a frig'n

duck.

After moving over to the edge of the pool, as ordered; Henry came up with one of those pool scrub brushes on a long pole and told me that now I had to scrub the sides of the entire pool. As he put it, "exercise is the most important part of a slave's training program and that doesn't always mean exercising the slave's body openings.

Humbly, I began to scrub the pool; while Henry went back inside the house.

I hadn't but finished one side of the pool, when I heard the sound of people

coming around the side of the house. To my utter surprise and humiliation the voices belonged to Kevin and Ray.

No sooner had the two teenagers got to the back of the house, Ray ordered Kevin to shed his clothes and start crawling. I watched, forgetting my assigned task as the two males approached the pool.

"Hey boy, sure is a nice day for a swim", Ray shouted out.

It wasn't but a few seconds and Ray was butt naked, jumping into the pool; leaving Kevin kneeling with his hands firmly placed behind his head.

As I returned to my duties, I kept glancing up at Kevin, and from the expression on his face I could tell that he'd had a rather difficult night and morning.

"To bad you can't join me!" Ray laughingly said to Kevin, all the while knowing that Kevin wasn't in any condition to enjoy the pool. "A relaxing dip in the pool would probably get you in the mood for more of the same that you got last night."

When I looked up, I could see Kevin's face starting to show the obvious signs of tears rolling down his cheeks. As much as I wanted to know exactly what Ray had done to Kevin, I wasn't going to chance asking either of the two what went on last night.

By the time, I'd gotten over to the side where Kevin remained, dutifully kneeling; I got my first real look at him. His back was covered in welts and bruises. The width of the red stripes across his back and butt looked as if they'd come from a belt.

I was almost, ALMOST, positive; that I'd spent to much time looking at Kevin's back while Ray was prancing around in the pool. The back door swung open with a thud and Henry was marching my way. The look on his face was one of pure anger and I knew that I'd offended his sense of responsibility.

I started back scrubbing the pool, as Ray called out, "Henry, thanks for inviting us over this afternoon. I'm sure glad that we could use your guy's pool."

Henry acknowledges Ray's thanks and kept right on walking towards me, stomping would be more like it. I knew that Henry was going to lay into me something fierce for stopping my assignment.

Just as Henry was about to open his mouth and start berating me in front of the two teens, his eyes caught the same sight as mine had.

"Dear lord child, who did this to you?", Henry demanded. "What person in their right mind would inflict such horrendous punishment to someone as young as you? Did you father do this to you? Tell me!"

Little Kevin not only kept kneeling but he kept quiet as well. "It was me Henry. I did it to the 'boy' this morning", came the firm and determined voice of Ray. "After his dad left for work, I took my morning crap and told the 'boy' to lick my ass clean and he refused to do what I asked; so I laid a belt into him."

Henry quickly gathered up Kevin and marched him to one of the tables, leaving him standing there; facing away from myself and Ray, as he stormed into the house. I couldn't do my chore, as my eyes were glued on the red and welted back of Kevin and admittedly I was also absorbing the wonderful physique of such a beautiful male specimen.

Blazing out the back door, Henry yelled at me to get back to work. Henry had several large towels, a large dish of water and a tube of salve when he handed Kevin one of the towels and had him drape it over the table top.

The next thing I saw was Kevin laying over the table, on his stomach; as Henry was spreading the youthful males legs apart, taking up a position between them.

"You!', shouted Henry, "stay in the fucking pool until I'm done here with this 'boy'. You should be ashamed of yourself. What the hell do you think you were going to prove by beating your 'boy' like this? Just wait until the 'boy's' father sees what you've done. And you just wait until Mr. Troy finds out."

I continued waddling my way around the pool scrubbing the sides, and more than once I caught Ray with an evil and sadistic smirk on his face; that had I the opportunity I would have gladly wiped it right off, no questions asked.

I was done with the pool, before Henry was finished with Henry; so I meekly put the pool brush down along side the house and took to kneeling fairly close to Henry, but looking towards the pool so I could easily see Ray.

Henry had shown his more gentle side, being as how he continued to speak to Kevin during the entire time he was cleaning and apply the salve to the teen's backside.

When Kevin was all clean and covered with ointment, Henry allowed the 'boy' to sit on a chair; leaning forward so his back didn't come in contact with the

chair back. I looked at Kevin and mouthed, in silence, the word 'sorry'; and

Kevin replied with a smile. After cleaning up the table, it was time for Henry to have a chat with Ray, and the entire time was all one sided; as Ray never got in one single word.

In the end, Henry ordered Ray to get his shorts, shirt and shoes on and to get himself home, his home. Both Ray and Kevin were in a trance, eyes locked onto each other as Ray slowly dressed himself. It wasn't any more than two minutes and Ray was walking around the side of the house, without saying as much as a word to Kevin.

As Ray departed, Henry called for Kevin to come into the house and he commanded me to also enter the house. I did my best, under the circumstances of having been chained up, to get down on hands and knees and crawl the twenty or so feet over the rough surface of the pool deck; but it wasn't anything compared as having to climb up the few steps into the kitchen.

Just from the initial view of the kitchen, I could tell that the two Masters hadn't spared any expense on making sure the house had the 'latest and greatest'.

Kevin sat on a chair adjacent to the kitchen table and I did my best to kneel; but kneeling wasn't to be, so I just remained on hands and knees in front of Kevin's feet.

Henry grabbed the phone and hastily dialed up Master Troy; filling him in on the entire situation with Ray and Kevin. There wasn't any real mention of me, except the one line of, 'the slaves doing okay, and is kneeling in the kitchen at the moment'.

After hanging up the phone, Kevin was informed that Master Troy was going to attempt to contact his dad and tell him where his 'boy' was. Kevin was to remain with Henry until Master Troy got home or his dad came to get him; which ever came first.

Kevin got a nice tall glass of iced tea and I got a bowl of ice water; as Henry tried to comprehend and sort out why Ray had been so cruel to his new 'boy'.

When my bowl was empty, Henry released the chain from my collar to my ankle chain and I was allowed to stand up; which was the first time in a long time that I'd been free to do so. It felt nice, but my body seemed once again not to be able to handle the weight and my knees started to wobble, so I had to brace myself against the table.

I think Henry was a bit surprised, since he'd ordered me to peel a small bag of potatoes and get them cooked so he could make a potato salad for dinner. I'm guessing that he hadn't figured a guy like me was very 'handy' around the

kitchen.

I spent the next minutes peeling the potatoes and getting them into the pot to boil. After that Henry kept giving me more and more to do around the kitchen until finally he took me into the dining room and showed me how he wanted the table set for dinner. Henry was a picky man, who had to have everything just perfect, his way.

In all honesty, I couldn't complain; as I did indeed like to cook and it sure was a hell of a lot better than being in the dungeon by myself.

The one thing I had noticed, which I couldn't figure out; was that Henry had every clock covered up. He could see me looking, even at the microwave oven's clock, but he'd even put a piece of black tape over that as well. I guess the one thing that I'm not supposed to care about, for now, is the time of day.

Just from the array of food, it was plain to see that Henry made sure his Masters ate well. The five major food groups were all accounted for in his meal

preparations. I don't know why I mention such things, but with nothing else to concentrate on, it seemed like the appropriate thing to process in my head.

After some 'friendly' chatting between Kevin and Henry, Kevin was asked to take me downstairs. So, back on went my hand mitts.

Getting into my cage, Kevin dutifully followed his instructions and chained one ankle to the side of my cage and then just before he slipped the hood over my face he said, "I'm sorry for having to do this to you. You seem like a nice slave and I hope we can still be friends."

I thought he was all done, after he'd tightened the laces on the back of the hood, but he wasn't. He got me down onto my mat and positioned me so that my ass was exposed. There was a momentary lapse of activity, but then the cool moist feeling of lubricant touched my sore rectum. It was followed by a steady, firm pushing; as Kevin eased the god awful butt plug back into my ass.

I wasn't surprised that Kevin even took the chain which was attached to my ball weight and pulled it out; keeping my sac very tight. Had I'd heard the footsteps of Henry, then I would have understood that Kevin was acting under direct supervision.

I felt Kevin's smooth boyish skin make contact with the side of my ribcage, assuming that he was now either sitting or kneeling next to me. I tensed, as his tongue began to swirl around the perimeter of my large nipple ring. While he tongued my chest, one of his hands went to my cock; and gingerly began to stroke it; thankfully near my cinch ring and not the tip of my dick.

It wasn't long after Kevin had tongued my other nipple, that he moved his mouth down to my nuts. His tongue felt like silk as he worked it over each of the bound orbs, one after the other. It seemed to make me forget all about the

weight stretching my scrotum.

I don't know how long it had been, until I finally realized that Kevin was giving me a tongue bath; but it was the most sensual feeling I'd ever experienced. Kevin even sucked each of my toes, including those tiny spaces in between.

Faintly, Kevin said, "I heard about your session in the torture chair. It sounds awful. I hope I never have to sit in it. Is that why your butt is all puffy and swollen? Did you know that the end of your dick is all pink and open, and like I can see in there?"

I tried to dismiss his words, as I wanted more than anything, to concentrate on the feeling his tongue was giving in my armpits. Without hair on my body, his tongue seemed to skate freely wherever he put it. If my cock hadn't been so sore, I'm positive it would have tried to erect.

"I have to get back upstairs now, but I hope I can come back and play with you some more before my dad gets here or I have to go home." Kevin said so earnestly and caring, as he scooted off of my mat and left me alone, to savor the few minutes of sexual delight he'd given me.

It seemed like an eternity before someone had come downstairs. I wasn't one who could ever hold his bladder for long and whoever it was, must have detected my discomfort and slid the plastic urinal over my cock. Believe you me... I wasn't the least bit embarrassed about pissing into that thing, even if there was some one watching me. It sure felt good to empty out.

Following the removal of the urinal, I listened as several sets of feet were clomping down the stairs; with voices intermingled.

By the time everyone was downstairs, I'd come to realize that the voices belonged to Master's Troy and Jeb, Kevin and Kevin's father. They all seemed to be talking about Ray and from what little I had learned, none of them; except for Kevin, who sided with Ray, appreciated what Ray had done, in an apparent fit of anger of Kevin's refusal to follow an order.

The chain was removed from my ankle iron and I was moved out of the cage and into the 'working area' of the dungeon. It felt as if two, perhaps all three, men lifted me up onto what felt like a leather cushion of sorts. It was hard to tell at first what my knees were resting on; until they eased my torso downward onto what seemed to be the same type of material. It was cool against my bare skin, something which seemed refreshing at first; until my wrists were anchored to whatever it was that I was laying on. A couple of straps were placed over my back and tightened down as were my legs and ankles. It took a few minutes to understand that I was laying on some type of padded bench, with my head lower than my butt; but, I wasn't in any discomfort or pain.

My hood was removed and standing before my face was a cock, all hard and pulsing within the bulging blood vessels.

I knew what was coming and I didn't seem to be bothered by it at all. I simply opened my mouth and accepted the inevitable. A minute or two into sucking on the cock, I discovered that it belonged to Kevin's father. He must be one of those males who can manufacture copious amounts of semen; as string after string of his seed filled my mouth.

I should have been repulsed, by the next dick coming at my mouth. It was totally hairless and smaller than most. From the conversation around me, I learned that Kevin was getting a blowjob from me, for being so nice and proper to Henry. His teenage cock erupted with the furry of an earthquake, as even his youthful body seemed to shudder and then turn rigid.

Master's Jeb and Troy lunged at my mouth and seemed to delight in making me gag and gasp for air. Over and over again, they each withheld their own orgasm, just to prolong their throat fucking.

Seemingly pleased with my ability to administer a rather decent blowjob, I was released from the bench and ordered to kneel in the shower.

The three adults took their turn in draining their bladder into my mouth; but when it came time for Kevin to use me as his urinal, he couldn't do it.

Kevin and his dad got into a shouting match, which apparently turned out to be a stale mate. The main gist of Kevin's reluctance was merely the fact that he hadn't come to terms with himself expected to swallow a man's piss and him not excepting someone else to swallow his. "and I wouldn't want somebody to lick my dirty ass either" was Kevin's last comment made to his father.

Then, out of the blue Kevin's dad said to him, "Well then, I guess maybe Ray was right when he punished you, but perhaps he shouldn't have gotten carried away like he did. You just can't pick and choose what you want and what you don't want Kevin. Maybe when we get home, you and I can try to work through some of your hang-ups."

"I don't see why you coddle the boy", commented Master Jeb. "If it were me, I'd simply make him get his cock in the slave's mouth and keep it there until he DID piss."

Knowing just by the tone of Master Jeb's voice, Kevin knew he was caught between a rock and a hard spot. My eyes went up to meet his and I slowly opened my mouth. Kevin slid his limp dick onto my tongue and I closed my lips around it, making a nice seal, from which he couldn't easily withdraw.

I moved my mitted hands to his thighs, hoping to encourage him; just so he wouldn't have to take a rash of crap from his father later. Slowly and gently I began to feel his body move, as he ever so thoughtfully placed his hands on the sides and top of my head.

"I'm so sorry", Kevin whispered as he finally relaxed enough to allow a small trickle of his piss to enter my mouth. I could tell that he was still trying to hold back, so I began to massage the backs of his legs and that seemed to relax him enough, along with telling him that I understood; and he finally just let it all out. I wonder if it is what a man drinks which makes his piss taste the way it does. Out of the four cocks, Kevin's piss tasted the sweetest of them all.

After making sure that my tongue had flicked off any remaining drops of Kevin's urine, I opened my mouth and Kevin slowly extracted his cock.

I'm not sure what is on Kevin's mind. I didn't know if after getting his back whipped by Ray that he was realizing that he didn't like 'rough' master/slave life or was it that Ray just wasn't around right this minute. I had to dismiss all thoughts of Kevin, for now, as I was sure that Master Troy had more things in store for me tonight.

Now it was my turn to piss, in front of everyone no less and Master Troy had me kneel over the drain and instructed Kevin to grasp my dick and keep it aimed at the drain. Since I was already bloated with everybody else's piss it didn't take any coaxing for me to start a heavy and heady stream of piss flowing down the shower drain.

By the time I'd finished and turned around, facing outward; Henry had arrived with my meal.

I was taken out of the shower area and had expected my leather mitts to be removed; but sadly, it was another repeat from the previous day, or almost I should say.

I struggled to find a comfortable way to rest my butt on my heels, with the plug constantly reminding me it was deeply embedded. Kevin was given the chore of feeding me and he seemed to enjoy it this time. Fork full, by fork full, Kevin fed me until the plate was empty. He never spoke a single word during the feeding but I knew by the expression on his face that he enjoyed himself and that he was happy that he was able to help me eat.

I was still perplexed as to why they kept my hands covered, but then I couldn't figure out, or understand the reason why they had my head covered in the hood either from time to time.

My new world seemed to be one filled with emotions, feelings of anger, happiness and a little bit of joy all atop the distressful feeling of pain; which I was slowly coming to realize might just not last forever.

After the meal, I was moved over to an area behind the table which I'd already spent more time on than I care to remember. Master's Jeb and Troy began to fit my body with some kind of nylon webbing.

It went around my chest and abdomen, under my arms and the last two straps went under my legs, directly above my knees and the other of the two went right up to my butt cheeks.

Everyone stood around as Master Jeb began attaching chains to several points of the web material and then without a word, began hoisting my body up off the floor.

The moment my body cleared the floor it became most obvious that the webbing was keeping me in a sitting position. The weight dangling from my balls was left there to continue it's job of torturing my nuts.

Once I was deemed to be at the proper height, Master Jeb attached my wrist irons to the chains which left me completely immobile. A slight 'rumbling and rolling' sound came from the direction of the 'fuck chair' and I saw Henry wheeling over what looked like a small bar stool with a gigantic dildo attached to the seat of the stool.

The closer Henry came, the more terrified I got. Henry stopped right in front of me, allowing for an up close view of the frightening image.

Master Jeb raised me up a few more inches, allowing for the dildo and stool to slide easily beneath my butt. "There's no need to be to concerned", Master Jeb stated rather boldly, "The dildo is designed with a tremendous amount of flexibility, and will bend with the curve of your insides."

All I could think about was the length and diameter of this horrific thing trying to work its way up my ass.

Master Troy came up in front of me, and knelt down on one knee; attaching yet another heavy weight to my ball stretcher.

"Now, the idea is", Master Troy began, "that in order for you to lessen the pain on your slave balls, you'll have to impale yourself onto the image until the weights touch the ground. And to make it more interesting for you; we've decided that Kevin will control the rate of decent. So you'll have to ask Kevin in a pleasing manner to lower you each time you feel that you're ready to take more up your slave hole. Now before the adults go upstairs, there is one more thing I must mention. Master Jeb is going to release the catch on the chain, and it will be up to Kevin to keep you from ramming the dildo up your ass all at once; unless of course, that is something you want to happen. So as long as Kevin maintains a strong hold on the chain, the two of you can work together to ease the pain in your balls."

Master Jeb picked up where Master Troy left off by saying, "And should you get your ball weights to the ground, that will also be at the same time that the entire length of the dildo has been properly seated in your slave ass. Once that occurs, Kevin is free to leave for home, or he can sleep on your mat in the cage; but under no circumstances are you to remove yourself from the stool."

That being said, Henry greased up the tip of the dildo, as Master Jeb handed the end of the chain to Kevin.

With my nuts aching, feeling as if they were being ripped from my body; the three men and Henry left us to our own delima.

To Be continued... 21 more chapters to go.... hang in there...

Next: Chapter 20


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