Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2006 14:07:18 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 16

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North Country  Chapter  Sixteen


As we approached the pool area, I was surprised, even delighted to see Kevin
and  Ray in the pool; splashing around like two grown teenagers. Their
laughter  filled the air with a sense of security and profound  happiness.

I noticed the two Masters, along with Kevin's father all sitting around one
of  the tables, under the umbrella; saving themselves a case of sunburn. Henry
was  at another table, dabbling around with whatever it was he was screwing
with.

Master Ryan led me directly over to Henry, leaving me there for who knows
what;  while he joined the other men, savoring a cold glass of  tea.

"One of the things a slave needs daily is a regular facial slave and it
appears  that everyone has either forgotten about yours; or else they just
'assumed' that  such a chore would fall upon me", Henry said in a not so nice tone of
voice.

I had to kneel there, facing the pool; watching others enjoying a brief
respite  from the master/slave situation, while Henry lathered up my face and head
with  globs of shaving cream. Henry must have done this a million times; as he
made  quick work of  it.

After I'd thought he was finished with me, Henry once again surprised me by
commanding me to open my mouth. Taken back by his command, I turned to look at
 him. I saw him standing alongside of me with a toothbrush, layered in
toothpaste.

"Just another chore I've been saddled with today", Henry commented; as he saw
 the puzzled look on my face. "And don't even think of asking, a slave such
as  you, in training, is not allowed to do anything for  itself."

Sadly, I had no alternative but to open my mouth and allow Henry access to my
 teeth. I hadn't even thought about it, but indeed it had been a long time
since  I brushed them. Henry was no slouch when it came to brushing my teeth. He
wasn't  gentle in the least. But, perhaps that was a good thing. At least he
was able to  get them nice and white again, before he set about flossing them.
I tasted a  little bit of blood during the flossing but I attributed it to
the length of  time between my regular oral  hygiene.

"There you go 'boy', all nice and smooth and brushed. Now you may, for a few
minutes join the other slave in the pool and enjoy a moment or two of
relaxation", Henry spoke in a less than authoritarian voice. "You might find  that
the chlorine in the water will sting against your freshly cut dick, but
afterwards I'll tend to your rings anyway. And I'll have to add your new ball
stretcher, so you crawl along now and have a good  time."

I crawled cautiously over to the pool steps and then eased myself into the
pristine water. Henry was right; the chlorine did in fact sting. Kevin
scrambled  over to my side, rubbing my shoulders and back in a friendly sort of way
saying,  "it's okay... this is our free time... speech is  permitted."

"Thanks Kev, but I'm not used to speaking much over the last few weeks. My
world  has been turned upside down and I'm having to deal with a lot of emotions
and  physical changes. I think I'll just sit here on the steps and soak up
some  sunshine."

Kevin returned to Ray, leaving me to sit in solitude; gripping with a nagging
 sense of lowered self-esteem. I could hear the men sitting there, having a
good  laugh about something or someone; but I wasn't distracted from my own
personal  thoughts.

Later on, Henry came and collected me from the pool; returning me to his
table.  At least I had enough time to sort out some of my feelings and it seemed
to ease  my knotted up  stomach.

At the table, I knelt, as Henry went about cleaning my rings and circumcision
 site. He mentioned that leaving the gauze off while I was outside would aid
in  the healing process; for which I was  thankful.

'Here is your new stretcher", Henry said, holding up a chunk of steel. It
looked  to be about a half inch wide, and as thick as my cinch band. "I'll have
to work  those nuts of yours down quite abit if I'm to get this around the sac.
It  normally isn't done with a new slave but they require me to fit it on
you. So  don't go fussing and yelling, because I know just how much its going to
pain  you. I had to wear one for a year until my balls stretched almost five
inches."

Henry put two fingers around my nuts and began a slow and methodical process
of  pulling the available skin down towards the ground. Every once in awhile I
could  feel him trying to trap my nuts below the steel band, but he had a
ways to go  before the band would fit decently. I even heard the metal of the
band, clanking  up against the steel of my cinch ring and wondered just how much
more my abused  balls could  take.

Finally after what seemed like eternity, Henry was able to place the
stretcher  around my sac without pinching any skin or interfering with my cinch ring.
He  even went so far as to show me the hex key that he was to use to secure
the two  ends together and that just about sealed the fate of my nuts for
sometime to  come; or so I  thought.

Henry reached back towards the table, sticking his hands back into the
cardboard  box; and I heard the unmistakable sound of metal banging. "I'm not done
yet  'boy', just in case you were  wondering."

Out came two small sections of chain and four odd looking oblong things;
which  Henry immediately affixed to the ball stretcher. The added weight, at least
to  me, seemed to aggravate my nuts even  more.

The next time his hands came out of the box, Henry was holding something that
 looked like a mushroom, but thousands of times larger. "This is your new
weight.  It is heavy and you'll just have to bare the brunt of the pain and
discomfort.  It is covered in a poly something or other, but it will still have a
tendency to  bruise your inner thighs." In nothing flat, Henry had attached it
to the two  chains hanging from the stretcher. I had to grit my teeth and let
out a  'uuggghhh', as the weight became  unbearable.

This was only one of the two or three times that I'd ever seen Henry with a
smile on his face. "Not done yet, my little 'boy'. I've already told you that
I'll be the one working with you during the daylight hours, so you'll just
have  to resign yourself to accepting everything that I teach you; AND BESIDES,
Master  Ryan has left strict orders for everything that is to be  forthcoming."

Lengths, varying in size, came out from the box. My wrists were now attached
to  my collar, from behind my back. And as uncomfortable as it was, not to
mention  painful; Henry attached a chain to each of my ankle cuffs and bent my
feet up  towards my back, fixing the chain to the wrist cuffs. Now I had to bear
the full  weight of my body, solely on my knees; which being on a concrete
pool deck was  not the most pleasant  experience.

Henry stood directly in front of me, as if waiting on something, saying
"tomorrow, we won't have such delays; now will we. You've apparently forgotten
something of most importance, for which I will tend to tomorrow; but right now
we need to get you back to your training. NOW, UNZIP MY SHORTS AND TAKE MY
COCK!" he screamed, loud enough for everyone around to  hear.

"Sorry Sir, I was just adjusting myself trying to maintain a balance", I
replied  thinking that Henry would buy my  excuse.

I was getting much better at using my teeth to expose a freeman's cock; and
it wasn't long before I had his soft dick laying restfully on my tongue.
Moments later, Henry's piss began to fill my mouth. After satisfying
Henry's needs, I was ordered to move myself over to the other table. For
the life of me, I wasn't sure if I could do it; the way I was all trussed
up, like a thanksgiving turkey.

The twenty foot distance, was slowly overcome; but with several occasions
where I almost fell over. The grittiness of the pool deck was mincing the
flesh on my knees. Thankfully, Henry was alongside of me just for nothing
more than a bit of self-assurance.

The first person to beckon for my mouth was Kevin's father; and he wasn't to
shy  to splay his legs apart so that I could crawl in between them and lower
my mouth  to his staff.

After I'd consumed all of the men's piss, Master Troy summoned the teens from
 the pool and Kevin was then ordered to step up and relieve himself. It
wasn't until Ray's cock was in my mouth that Ray decided to put on a bit of
a show for the grown-ups.

Taking a firm but not harsh grip on my ear rings, Ray began to 'preach' to
Kevin. "Now Kev, this is the proper way to accept my cock the next time I need
to piss. As my 'boy' you should be thankful for every drop of piss that I
give  to you. Consider it a 'gift'.
You should take lessons from this worthless  human, and perhaps you'll even
better his efforts. I'm sure your father would  agree that you will need as
much, if not more, training than this slave; just  for the reason being your
youthful age. You've not much practical experience in  pleasing a male, other than
an occasional hand job and one or two quick  blowjobs. I'm taking your
fathers offer and work for him around his home this  summer and for however long he
wishes me to. Every dime I earn, I'm going to  turn it back into something for
you. You need so many wonderful, pleasurable,  painful things that I can't
begin to describe them all. You've seen how this  slave eagerly accepts a real
cock in his mouth and soon he will crave them and  not be able to let a day
pass that he doesn't get cock in his mouth or up his  slave ass. You'd like lots
of cock to... wouldn't you  'boy'."

Kevin just knelt there alongside his father, expressionless and silent. I
could  tell by the way Ray had spoken to him that he probably knew more of
Kevin's  wants and desires more than anyone  else.

I was almost certain that the heavy weight on my balls was going to render my
 sperm making abilities null and void. As if the heavy rings on my ears, tits
and  cock weren't enough I had to now suffer the indignity of moving
everywhere with  my nutsack weighted down. The longer I knelt, motionless, the more
strain I  felt; which even surpassed the ever present butt plug up my  shitter.

It seemed that the men at camp and Kevin had put me on a pathway,
irreversible,  into a world that I'd not known before; but perhaps a world that I could
survive  in, tolerate and perhaps even accept. I wasn't sure how, or even if,
any of my  thinking was proper and appropriate; but it was my thought process
at that very  moment.

I was startled out of my 'daymare', by the sound of the song "Dixie"; which
as  it turned out was coming from my old cellphone. I listened intently as
Master  Ryan carried on a conversation with the other person. Thankfully it wasn't
one  of my friends trying to contact me. Immediately after Master Ryan
disconnected,  he addressed the group of  men.

"Damn, I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but I am. That was the dude from
Maine.  He just called to let me know that everything there was fine and that
he'd  already heard from the two men who took the one guy overseas. According to
him;  they've already removed the guy's nuts, rendered his vocal cords useless
and  branded him. The best part is that the guy has to stay impaled on some
wooden  pole most of the time. And he also mentioned the young kid from the
grocery  store. He said the kid has been kicking and screaming ever since some
birthday  party."

Master's Jeb and Troy filled in the who's and what's to Master Ryan and
Kevin's  father; as the two young teenagers listened with open minds and  mouths.

"And", Kevin added, "the guy said that come fall him and his son would drive
down in their new car and pay us a  visit."

Everyone seemed pleased at the news and Master Troy said something rather
'off  the wall' about the man's son. "Wouldn't it be nice if we had an
opportunity to  have the kid stay with us? I'm betting that we could turn him into a
first class  cock sucker and shit eater." Everyone laughed in agreement.

Moments later, the sound of a horn honking could be heard coming from the
front  of the  house.

"Damn near forgot", Master Ryan chimed up; "I forgot to mention that I took
the  liberty of inviting someone over for the afternoon. I hope you don't
mind."

Before Master Ryan got a reply, Kevin's father stood and said it was time for
 him to go; and that he'd be taking Kevin home as well. Ray was invited to
accompany the two, to which Ray excitedly  accepted.

"I guess, unless Kevin wants to ride home in the nude, he'd better think
about  riding in the trunk of the car." Kevin's father said with great pleasure,
"I'm  sure the short ride won't disturb his butt plug, which by the way; I'll
purchase  a replacement for it and have Ray bring it up to  you."

All the men shook hands, as Henry scampered through the house to greet my
guest  at the front door. Ray and Kevin's dad walked around the side of the
house, with  Kevin crawling behind; and I could just imagine if it was me, that had
to ride  in the trunk of a  car.

Seconds later, Henry stepped out of the back door followed by a man, who at
first I thought I recognized. Ryan went over and greeted his buddy and as the
three males came closer; I did in fact recognize the guest. He used to be one
of  my co-workers; but what struck me the most was how in the hell did Master
Ryan  know of  him.

At first the man, Paul, seemed not to recognize me either. I guess by the way
I  used to look, compared to now; it would be difficult for most of my
acquaintances to know me anymore. What got me the most was, it was the first  time
that I'd ever seen Ryan kiss another  man.

Paul and I didn't work side by side; but we used to see each other as we
passed  along the many corridors at work or sat in the lunch  room.

He didn't have time to say much about me as Henry was quick to place a glass
of  ice tea in his  hand.

There was a brief amount of greetings and small talk amongst the men; but
Paul  kept glancing over in my direction and I was certain that he'd recall who I
was  at any  moment.

"Let's get into the pool", Master Ryan said to Paul; and they both shucked
off  their clothes and jumped bare ass naked into the warm  water.

>From my position and posture, I was able to get an occasional glance at the
two  in the pool. There seemed to be more to the 'friendship' than met the eye.
They  were constantly hugging and kissing; arms and hands going up and down
each  others body like worms on a fish hook. Their actions didn't go unnoticed
by  Master Jeb, who commented to his own brother that there might be some sort
of  'romance  brewing'.

Why on earth, WHY, would Ryan want me around if in fact he and Paul were
close?  What, if anything has Ryan said to him, about me? Is Ryan taunting me with
his  latest fuck buddy? Or is Ryan just waiting to see if Paul finally
recognizes me  as one of his former  co-workers?

Miracles kept on coming, thank goodness, as Henry came and collected me for
the  journey downstairs. As difficult as it was, to move forward; I was glad to
be  away from the pool area. If Master Ryan had anymore 'surprises' for me,
they'd  have to wait until  later.

The near fatal fall I had on the steps, was only the beginning of the night's
 activities. Henry was able to break my fall and offer well intentioned
advice on  how I should move up and down the stairs. The weight dangling from my
balls  seemed to be the culprit of all of my movements; but I finally made it
down the  stairs with only a few minor bumps and ensuing bruises; mostly to my
ego.

Henry got me into my cage, put the leather mitts back on my hands and even
placed the leather hood over my head; before locking me inside. He said that a
good rest before the evening meal and my training would help to 'bolster the
enthusiasm of the others'. Some times I thought that Henry was talking in
riddles, not coming out directly and telling me everything; but I already knew
by now, that there was no need for me to know the future; just the present and
 the  past.

I found my way over to the thin mattress and had to rest my head on the bars
of  my cage, so that I'd have a little leverage as I eased myself down. It
took a  minute or two just to find a 'comfortable' position in which to lay. I
was sure  that my comfort was the furthermost thing from anyone's mind, but my
own.

I couldn't do much of anything except to hone my senses and to think through
the  events of the day.

The most prevalent thoughts always turned back to Ryan. So many questions,
that  I wanted to ask him; but now was neither the time nor place. I'd bide my
time,  and ask once I got  home.

I was really concerned about the two who'd been removed from the camp;
wondering  if in fact, if they were both really as bad off as Master Ryan made it
out to  be.

And what of Kevin and Ray, did either of them really know what they were
getting  themselves into, or are they just going through some experimental stage
in their  lives.

Henry, what about him, is he just a man servant around here. Is there any
possible way that he's more than what I perceive him to  be.

Master's Jeb and Troy; what can I say. I like Master Jeb and his way of
talking  to me. Master Troy seems to be the more provoking sort of man compared to
any  others I'd ever met. He always leaves me with the impression that he is
waiting,  like a jungle cat, to pounce on the first thing he finds me doing in
error.

Least I not forget Paul. The only thing I can think of; is Paul and Ryan must
 have met in one of the gay bars. I'm only assuming it was in the one that
Mr.  Thomas and Michael go to, along with Master's Troy and Jeb. Sure seems a
bit  funny that I never pegged Paul as being gay, let alone into the
master/slave  lifestyle; for the few years that we knew each other. And what are they
talking  about this very minute. If I was a betting man, I'd have to say they
were  discussing none other than me.

To Be Continued...

p.s.  sorry it is a short chapter, but perhaps it will allow the reader time
to ponder  the same questions as our new 'boy' is struggling  with....



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