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North Country Chapter Twenty Five
The afternoon hours, what were left of them were spent in the dungeon. Both of us were kept busy by having to scrub the entire floor, and we also had to scour the shower area from top to bottom. It wouldn't have been so bad if we'd been allowed to use something other than the solvent we'd been given, as it had that nauseating pine smell.
Henry was kind enough to make sure that we had ample water to drink, but other than that, the two of us were left alone until the Masters had returned from their daily jobs.
Both of them came downstairs to inspect our work, with Master Troy commenting
that 'Henry could have done the job better and in less time'. Master Jeb seemed to be a bit more cordial and complimentary, but to the dismay of his brother.
Without fanfare or words, Kevin was once again placed in the chair and I was subjected to another agonizing session on the stool. The only saving grace for me was the simple fact that there were no weights tied to my nuts.
We both faired rather well mainly, I feel, because neither of the two dildos used were like the monsters of yesterday. It became obvious after an hour or so, that they were using the stool and chair, as just a simple means of keeping us secure rather than leaving us locked in the cage.
By the time that Henry showed up, the two of us were exhausted, and our muscles ached. We weren't even allowed to shower and oddly enough we were sent directly into the cage for the night. I had held out a bit of hope that we would be given some 'free time' so that the two of us could do some more talking; but that was not to be the case.
Laying there on the mat, I'd come to realize and understand that I shouldn't take anything for granted nor should I expect what isn't justifiably acceptable. I should have known that a slave only eats when, where and what is provided for him; as we'd been locked away without an evening meal.
After using the bucket to drain my piss, I soon fell asleep. I slept like a baby and could only hope that my sleep wouldn't be interrupted before my body had recuperated from the strenuous activity of the day.
When I awakened, it was as if I had been sleeping for days. I was rested and felt as if I had a renewed sense of worth and being. Kevin was still sleeping, and I dared not to move as he had his body pushed up against mine and one of his arms was draped across my chest.
The day started as the others had, for which I was greatly relieved. This day, however, we missed lunch. Our 'chore' for the day was scrubbing the kitchen
floor and cleaning the two and a half bathrooms in the house. We were allowed only a little time to relax in the pool and we had also been granted an additional few minutes for which the two of us could talk to one another.
Kevin seemed to be still upset about not being able to see Ray and his demeanor in the pool even seemed to be subdued while he spoke of missing his friend.
He took up most of our time, just by asking questions; for which the most part I didn't have any answers. Some of his questions were even about some of the things that were on my own mind; such as why we, or I, had not received punishment last night as had been mentioned. He asked a lot of questions about my brother and family, and that seemed to perk me up just a little as I reminisced about the past.
I had almost expected Kevin to broach the subject of sex, but he really didn't even mention it. I began to feel as if the way he was being treated was something that he'd always yearned for or at least felt that he wanted to experience. "Way cool, the way we're being taken care of", was about as close to a sexual conversation Kevin had expressed.
Henry had only to open the back door and whistle and we knew that he wanted us out of the pool and into the dungeon.
It seemed a bit funny, if funny is the right word to use, that once we started crawling back to the house; I was behind Kevin and the two dogs were fussing over him like a piece of sirloin steak. Their actions, or their whiskers, must have been what made Kevin stop several times and attempt to get his giggle fits under control. Humorous, yes; but there seemed to be more to the two dogs than met the eye.
Once we'd performed our bathing routine, I was placed inside my cage and Kevin was strapped down to the table and gagged.
The dungeon was quiet, not even music could be heard; until I distinctly heard the added footsteps of the two Masters coming home from work.
An hour, maybe two, had passed before the Masters and Henry came downstairs. All eyes glanced at Kevin as they made their way to my cage. Nothing was said as the two Masters stood there, staring intently upon my kneeling body. I began to wonder what, if anything was going to happen tonight. The one thing, important for me, was that the least they could do would be to give me something to eat and drink; but that never happened, and I was destined to go without a second meal.
I could tell that the Masters had turned away from me, and I was eager, if not anxious, to see what was happening. I waited until I heard the rumbling of the cart being pushed and decided that it was okay for me to raise up and turn around, facing towards Kevin.
Kneeling in my upright position, I saw the Masters and Henry doing something with Kevin, with Master Jeb standing between the slaves outstretched legs. There was some non-descript laughter and then when Master Jeb moved out of the way, I could easily see that the butt plug had been increased in size; the large, thick base staring me in the face, standing out against Kevin's nicely tanned body.
Master Troy was applying what appeared to be an ample helping of lubrication to Kevin's balls and cock; while Henry was standing there holding to cylinders; which were connected to clear plastic hoses.
Once the whir of the motor started I gathered up all the information I needed. One of the cylinders was placed over Kevin's balls and the suction inside the cylinder quickly began to pull the scrotal sac away from his body.
The remaining tube was slid over Kevin's cock and from my position it looked exactly like the 'milking' tube that they'd once used on me.
Kevin began having feeling of pleasure mixed with feelings of pain; as the two cylinders worked against his body to create such feelings. I noticed that Kevin didn't have the leather strap across his hips, which allowed him a certain amount of freedom to raise and lower them.
Henry began massaging Kevin's nipples which seemed to heighten the slave's sexual frenzy. It was easy to tell, that Kevin was enjoying the 'milking', which had apparently overshadowed the discomfort of the cylinder stretching his youthful balls.
From my position, it was rather interesting to see him raise and lower himself on the table in such a manner that even his new butt plug seemed to quiver in all the excitement.
With a final glance in my direction, the three males exited the dungeon; allowing on a single light to burn; which was directly over the table.
Minutes later, Kevin must have had his first orgasm, as his mannerisms and language seemed to indicate.
My gut instinct proved to be correct; as Kevin was left hooked up to the machine for the entire night.
The slave's excitement of multiple ejaculations turned into pleading and begging for release from the demonic machine. I couldn't tell for sure, but from
what little I could see; his balls were about half way up into the cylinder and if left for much longer they'd probably be all the way in by morning.
I finally had no real choice, but to lay down on the mat and try to block out
the sounds coming from Kevin. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep at all. The best I could do for myself was to just close my eyes and try to think of something positive and good.
Our morning started early, with the arrival of Henry, long before the sun had
come up.
Kevin was quickly released from his night of torture and sent off into the shower. I watched with interest as he gingerly crawled along the floor; noticing that his cock was quite red and his balls looked more like bull balls than man balls.
Kevin had barely gotten the shower turned on by the time Henry released me. I
had to make sure that I took extra care with bathing Kevin, not to mention administering his enema. It took longer than yesterday, but I wasn't to concerned about getting chastised about the time.
I felt extremely bad for Kevin as he struggled to do his job; and it goes without saying that if I could have helped him, I would have.
We no sooner had finished eating breakfast, when Kevin was attached to chains
from the ceiling and left dangling with his arms outstretched; as I was made to crawl upstairs and then outside.
Alone to ponder my life and everything else; I tended to the needs of the pool. I didn't even give it a thought when Henry ordered me back into the dungeon without the usual 'dip' in the pool. I was only thankful that we'd been fed this morning, as it boosted my energy level.
Once inside the dungeon, I saw Kevin still hanging there by his limbs; as I was commanded 'into the chair'.
For the remainder of the afternoon I was 'drilled' by the mechanical cock; but thankful that Henry had not seen fit to impale my cock on the steel rod.
Again, I was left with nothing to do except to feel myself easing into a world of sexual delight; as the dildo slid over my prostate gland. The only drawback to having a rather pleasant afternoon was the mere fact that my own cock had tried and failed over and over again to erect. The cock cage, had it been
removed, would have allowed me a small degree of sexual release.
There was nothing 'extra' in the evening; once the two of us were released from our afternoon meditations. Everything seemed to be going nicely for us; even to the degree that our evening bath time was rather pleasant. I say pleasant because, even though Kevin had undergone a rather lengthy ordeal the night
before; he seemed himself as I washed his cock and balls.
And probably the best thing about the two of us being together, so close, was
that neither of us minded the other when it came to getting our new rings cleaned.
No noon meal, but we got a substantial dinner, including cold soda in our bowl. The night was truly uneventful as we both were kept locked away in the cage; BUT the nice part of the night came as the lights were turned off and we were given permission to talk as long as we felt the need.
By the time the weekend rolled around, I was getting used to accepting whatever it was I was supposed to accept. I somehow never seemed to question, in my mind, any of the why's or why not's.
I could only assume it was Saturday as both the Masters appeared in the dungeon in street clothes versus their normal work day attire. It was the only clue I had that it must have been the weekend.
The only assignment that the two of us received was to make sure that our 'space' was spotless and that the shower area was clean enough for somebody to eat from. With two of us working diligently, the task was completed before what I perceived to be noon.
We were even given permission to use the pool, only after we'd cleaned it. I had to laugh, just thinking of all the times I pissed in the pool on previous
occasions. Kevin and myself seemed to be bonding more and more with each passing day, and his conversations appeared to be less and less about Ray. And it was obvious that he was accepting the requirements which his father had placed on his boyfriend.
By their absence, I could only assume that the two Masters had gone into the city to work with Master Ryan. It wasn't until after sunset that the two returned and things seemed to 'heat up' just a notch or two.
Kevin and I were in the cage, having been fed, watered and cleaned. The sound of voices could be heard, and from the level of their talking I could tell that some of it wasn't all candy and roses. They had to of all been in the kitchen, assuming from the level of their voices.
I wasn't surprised much when Kevin recognized one of the voices as that of his boyfriend. I began putting two and two together and came to realize that there was a lot more men in the kitchen than I had thought to be. Masters Troy and Jeb, Henry, Kevin's father, Ray and Ray's father were all in the kitchen and from the sound of it, things just might not be going to well for Ray.
Once the level of shouting had subsided, I could easily see a change in Kevin's facial expression. I was only hoping that Kevin would be spared any and all pain and suffering for at least this one special night.
We heard footsteps bounding down the stairs, two steps at a time; so we both got into the proper 'greeting' position for whomever it was that approached.
"Here, hurry up and put these on", were the only words Ray spoke to Kevin; as he tossed a pair of short shorts into the cage. While Kevin stood and silently slid the tiny shorts on, Ray fumbled with the lock on the door of the cage.
"As for you slave, you'll have to stay here until someone comes for you", was
all that Ray said to me; as he pulled Kevin out of the cage and slammed the door shut. I watched as Ray grabbed Kevin and locked his lips onto Kevin's.
The only other thing I heard was Ray saying something like, 'dad knows and man is he pissed, but your old man has settled him down a lot and now dad wants to meet you'. I watched, with a saddened heart as Kevin followed Ray up the stairs.
I continued to hear them all speaking upstairs, but there wasn't any of the loud shouting like before. I had just wished that I could have at least heard what they were saying to one an other.
By the time the voices seemed to vanish, Henry came downstairs and made sure that there was a bucket in the cage, and he was thoughtful enough to bring a bowl of cool water in also. He didn't say a single word during his brief visit, but as he left, he turned and gave me a big smile just before he sank the dungeon into total darkness.
It had been a good, yet odd day for me; but one that was completely within any and all tolerances I had built myself up for. As I lay prone, desiring that
sleep over take my mind and body I couldn't help but to think of Kevin, his dad and Ray. My thoughts then turned to my own situation, knowing that tomorrow (sometime) Master Ryan would return and more than likely he'd be bringing Paul along. I can only imagine the report he would receive on my behalf, during his absence, and that made me think if I'd amassed any more punishments. I knew I had one still owed me from before; which Master Ryan had assured me that it would be taken care of on this visit.
I wondered, no, more precisely I thought about my brothers and parents and how they'd react when and if they were informed of Ryan's homosexual lifestyle; not to mention any fabricated tales about how I too enjoyed sucking cock and taking it up the ass. As sleep began to settle in, I somehow started to amass many different scenarios that I could use to explain everything to the rest of my family. For once in my life, I'd have to actually tell some lies if I wanted to protect myself from ridicule and humiliation.
Morning came gently; being awakened by music and the soft rays of sunlight coming in from the window in the other room. I knew right away that I was allowed the extra sleep, to compensate for the upcoming visit from Master Ryan. I straddled the bucket, allowing the cock cage to hang straight down as I released a sizable amount of piss. I had just finished lapping up copious amounts of water when Henry made his entrance.
Henry took it upon himself to see that I was properly cleaned inside and out,
rings all nice and clean and he even went as far as to give me another complete body shave.
I was allowed to eat the first meal of the day, in the kitchen; which was yet
another nice thing Henry seemed to enjoy doing for me. I just had to get over the fact that hardly nobody talks to slaves. They just do things and I'm supposed to understand without much, if any, explanation.
I was shocked to see that there was some kind of wooden frame all set up in the back yard. Four chains, two of which hung down from the cross bar looked to me as if I could foresee myself attached to them some time during the course of the day. There were even two extra tables with chairs set up alongside the others, all with multicolored umbrellas.
Feeling quite vulnerable as I was quickly attached, in a kneeling position between the two thick upright wooden poles, and then knowing that my ankles were now being pulled apart and my steel cuffs locked into place; mentally alerted me that I was going to be the center piece for the afternoon's festivities.
Diverting my eyes towards the back door, I noticed Master Jeb carrying what appeared to be a collapsible aluminum table and then continued staring as he set it up between the house and the tables. Master Troy came out carrying something in his hands and I watched as the two Masters began setting up the table, covering it and placing items on top. It came to me, as I watched, that the two brothers seemed to get along like none other that I'd seen before. They worked in unison, talked politely to one another and they even seemed respectable towards Henry as he continued bringing things out from the kitchen.
It was if I wasn't even there, as none of the three seemed to even glance in my direction. I kept on sneaking a glimpse of the Masters as they sat at one of the tables chatting up what seemed like a healthy conversation, occasionally making a comment or remark to Henry.
The fact that Henry had just carried out two huge coolers, seemed to indicate
that the afternoon guest would soon be arriving; and that is when the party would get underway.
The first to arrive was Mr. Thomas, which instantly sent shivers coursing through my entire body. All I could think about was when he poked holes in my body and adorned me with these huge rings; not forgetting that he also took my foreskin.
They all seemed happy to see him and he was extremely happy to venture over to me and looked at my piercings and he especially enjoyed lifting my cock cage and looking at his handy work.
As soon as he'd released my cock, he took a step closer to my face and then the reality set in. I used my 'training', and unzipped his shorts with my teeth. His cock was soft and at first I expected it to harden once it was in my mouth; but his need to piss was far more important, for now, than to receive a
blowjob.
Mr. Thomas patted me on my naked head and complimented me on the fine urinal that I'd become.
I watched him as he walked away, peeling off his shirt and shorts and diving into the pool. He moved over to the side of the pool, where Henry had a cold beverage waiting for him.
I thought perhaps I'd get a chance to see Kevin again, but as the minutes ticked away, I came to realize that just maybe he wasn't invited; however, as gloomy as my spirits were, I held out a fading glimmer of hope that he'd be here.
I continued to observe the men, as now all were in the pool except, of course, for Henry. The way the sun was beating down on me, I could only fantasize about being in there with all the others.
A short burst of a car horn sent Henry running back into the house.
Minutes later, coming out of the back door was Master Ryan, followed by Henry; who was holding a rather thick piece of rope, which had been attached to Paul's collar.
Paul, for now, wasn't naked. He was wearing a white 'wife beater' shirt and a
rather thin pair of nylon shorts. The closer he got to the pool; it became clear that his balls must have been bound, as his cock was poking at the front of the shorts in the most obvious of ways.
After a very short, but cordial, greeting; Master Ryan immediately made his way over to me. He face seemed all aglow, beaming with a sense of pride and happiness. Not that it made me nervous, but it had been a long time since I had
seen that look on his face. If I remember correctly, it was on the day that he got his driver's license. Shit, that was years ago! Where had the time gone?
"You look well. From what I've heard, you've been an excellent 'boy' for Henry and his masters", Ryan said as he continued to have that look on his face.
"Much has changed this week and I'm just glad that I was able to make it here today. Had I not come today, it wouldn't be until next weekend, but even that too has changed. No need to concern yourself with such things, but I just wanted to let you know that your Master has been busy over the last week; even sacrificing sleep and his friends just to get done what needed to be done."
"You have permission, while in your current state, to answer properly. I know that you've not spoken much except to that other young tart, so now we'll see just how much you've improved. So tell me; are you glad to see me?"
"Yes, Master, oh yes. Your boy is quite pleased to see you today Master", I replied with all the honesty and sincerity that I could muster.
"It pleases me to hear you say that, but have you not forgotten something?" Master Ryan asked in a way that wasn't as if he was upset with me.
I suddenly realized that indeed I had forgotten something. I quickly strained my head forward, as far as I could and struggled to unzip Master's shorts. I hadn't even been thinking, but rather listened. I should have been able to do both at the same time.
Master Ryan made no attempt to move closer to me, as I fought to pull his zipper down. Finally, after getting the zipper down, Master Ryan stepped in just about a half a foot; which was enough for me to get my mouth around his cock and ease it out of his shorts.
Just as soon as it was free, I released my hold on his cock and kissed the head of it; saying, "It is nice to once again see my Master's cock, his manhood. Master's boy is pleased to service the cock at any given moment, any place, any where."
My praise came in the form of a soft patting on top of my head, without a word spoken. With my eyes still cast upon Master Ryan's cock, I watched with interest as I witnessed it coming to erection.
I didn't even have to struggle to get the entire length of his manhood into my throat. At first Master Ryan was simply rubbing each of my ears, but soon
enough opted to hold onto them by my oversized earrings.
Master Ryan didn't even do the thrusting motion. He allowed my throat muscles to bring him pleasure and delight; and soon enough his seed was pumping into my throat, bypassing my tongue.
As he pulled away from me, he simply said, "good boy, you've pleased your Master much already."
It was only a matter of a couple of minutes and Master Ryan was in the pool with the others. Paul had been tied up at one of the tables while Henry busied himself over the smoky grill. Just from the smell emitting from the grill, I knew that he was cooking steaks. Gosh, what I wouldn't do for a meal like that.
They all sat around naked, eating and enjoying each others company; ignoring Paul and I.
After they'd satisfied their hunger, Paul became the target of their evening activities.
Bewildered, and confused, I watched as Paul's clothing was torn from his body. He was quickly tossed onto one of the now cleared tables and secured with lengths of rope and leather. It all happened so fast that I hadn't seen Mr. Thomas enter the house and come back out, carrying his leather satchel.
Although the masters and Henry obscured most of my view; I knew what was happening. I heard, and oddly enough felt the pain, as Paul was getting parts of his anatomy pierced. It was over in a matter of minutes and the group of men began to 'high five' one another.
Leaving Paul to his misery, they sauntered over to me; all needing some form of relief or gratification, which I was more than happy to do for them just as long as they didn't poke anymore holes in me.
Thankfully Henry was more in control of the situation and after the men jumped back into the pool, Henry made sure that he fed and watered me. It was odd,
kneeling there and having someone spoon food into my mouth; which brought back the memory of when Kevin fed me with his bare hands. It all made me feel just the tiniest bit 'special'.
As the sun had set, hours before; myself exhausted from kneeling all afternoon and evening and with having to witness the modifications to Paul, I was ready for sleep.
As the last man stepped from the pool, they congregated once again around Paul. I heard, but not capable of understanding, Master Ryan saying something to Paul; just as Henry was removing the ropes and straps which had held Paul down for several hours.
With the rope in his hand, Henry led Paul into the house. With limited lighting it was hard to see exactly what Paul had pierced; but the one thing I did see was his Prince Albert, as it looked to be the twin to my own.
About a half hour later Henry returned, and I saw Master Ryan saying something to him as if whispering into his ear.
Henry quickly released me from my chains and snapped a leash to my collar and
led me over to Master Ryan.
The first to speak was Master Troy, which after listening to what he was saying to me; should have given me all the information I needed to know. "You've proven to be every bit as confident in yourself, just as your Master has confidence in you as well. You have been a pleasure to have as a guest in our humble home and we all look forward to seeing you more often and watch as you progress in your new life with your Master."
Not only was I stunned by Master Troy's statement; I was even more shocked when he knelt in front of me and planted a long, wet, deep passionate kiss on my lips.
Master Jeb echoed the same, as he too lowered himself down to my face and gave me a big, fat, wet and juicy kiss.
Henry was the last to say something, and it was and still is rather personal as to exactly what he said; so I don't feel right telling the world. Not only did he too give me a kiss, but his was also combined with a gentle, warm and loving hug.
"Thank the masters and Henry for all of their kindness, boy. It is time for us to go home together."
I properly thanked the three of them, in the most respectable of ways and then Master Ryan took the leash from Henry and led me out to his car.
I was allowed to ride in the back seat instead of the trunk; as Master Ryan had several things he needed to discuss with his slave.
It was a nice ride, watching all of the lights pass us by and listening to Master Ryan explain in great detail, what lay ahead.
To Be Continued....
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