Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2006 08:39:07 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 14

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North Country  Chapter  Fourteen


I was still in a state of disbelief, not even able to conjure up any
reasoning  behind Ryan's actions and demeanor. The only physical sign of emotion I
displayed was crying. I certainly had every right to do so; considering the last
 three weeks of my  life.

Ryan was doing his best to comfort me, even to the point of kissing away some
of  my tears. He tried to comfort me, although I had an idea that perhaps
this was  all some kind of act, towards getting me to calm down. He did his best
to  explain 'some', not all, of the turn of events which led up to me being
right  where I was.

He told me about the phone calls from the camp, he mentioned that they were
going to call everyone on my phone list and send them pictures of me, unless
Ryan stepped up to the plate. Ryan sort of made it sound like the men at camp
were bordering on the verge of 'blackmail'. He told me that they made him
tell  of things that he'd have done to me, if he was there at the camp. On and on
he  went with a diatribe of stories. Oddly enough, I could actually believe
some, if  not most of them; knowing Ryan the way I  'did'.

What started off as a nice one way conversation, started to change little by
little; until Ryan dropped a bomb on me, saying things like; "I suppose you
don't remember when you were about fourteen or fifteen and you and I took
showers together?" I guess you don't remember how many of those times you forced
me to suck your cock and drink your piss? I wonder how many times it was,
that  at bed time you'd crawl into my bed and play with my dick and suck it.? I
vividly remember you saying to me, more than once; 'I can't wait until you're
old enough to made cum'. How about the times when you took hold of my hand
and  pushed one of my fingers up your bum? Did you ever think that what you were
 doing was having some sort of effect on me? No, I don't suppose you ever
did!  God only knows how I wanted to tell you that I liked it, loved it and most
of  all loved YOU. How many times I wanted to tell you that I wanted to
control you,  and not you controlling me. Now a decade later... look at  us."

I didn't know what to think, or what I would say, if I could. My mind went
back  to those days of 'innocence' when boys, being boys, will explore
themselves and  others; as a seemingly harmless ritual prior to growing into manhood.
Little did  I know how it affected Ryan as he was coming to terms with his own
sexuality; he  himself coping with homosexual feelings and tendencies. How on
earth could I  have known that my actions towards my own brother would have
left this indelible  mark on him? Not to mention, that Ryan's recalling of these
events; seemed to  re-kindle the fond memories in my own  brain.

"So you liked my cock in your mouth and up your ass, didn't you slave?" Ryan
asked, as if he'd just went into a Jekyll and Hyde  mode.

He looked my right in the eyes, expecting something of an answer; and all I
could do was to nod my head in the  affirmative.

"I don't suppose you like the body piercings and the removal of your
foreskin.  But I'm sure that you will come to like it all very much, once you see that
each  ring on your body has a purpose. I gotta admit that you look better in
person  than over the cell or even the computer photos they sent me. I've got
them all  cleaned up with a 'photo program' and they turned out a lot better;
so I can  send them to whomever I feel needs to see them. And, I'm sure that
Troy will  make me copies of all of your video tapes while you're  here."

I sensed a bit of fear, knowing that Ryan had actually received those
pictures  and had plans to use them on the internet; if and when he chose to do so.
And I  was mortified when he brought up receiving photos from the carwash.
Everything  that I was put through at camp, Ryan had it all documented on his
computer.

"And, let me just say that I've used the emergency key you gave me a few
years  back; so I could get into your condo. It's the first time I've seen it in a
long  time and man, do you have some fine stuff in there. You must have spent
a  fortune on some of the electronics. But, I took the liberty of emailing
your  computer with 'your' photos; so we can both look at them together. Oh, and
did I  mention that my apartment lease is almost up; so I'll be moving in to
your  place. I'll start taking my things over this week and then by the
following week  I can dispose of anything that I don't need to take with me. Your
stuff is way  better than mine; not saying that mine isn't nice, but yours is
primo."

Something, once again, seemed odd and out of place. I did an instant rewind
in  my head of what Ryan just said and I didn't like the sound of it,  until:

"Oh and I've spoken to our folks and told them that I'd be moving in to your
place... with you; and they thought that was such a wonderful idea, seeing as
we're both single. Dad made sure to mention that I better make sure that I
helped out with the  expenses."

I'm here... and he's moving into my condo; telling the folks he's moving in
with  me?  I'm missing  something.

"And, probably the 'good news' is that Troy and Jeb are going to help me
decorate your new room. I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to be taking your
old room; and the stuff in the guest room will stay; but the spare room is
going  to be your new room. You probably won' t need much of a closet anyway; so
that  room should suit you  perfectly."

This was getting weirder by the minute; until I sort of starting putting two
and  two together, just as Ryan began speaking  again.

"Now I know you're a smart slave, so some of the things will make sense to
you,  in time. BUT, just in case you haven't figured it out yet... You and me are
going  to be spending a lot of time together.

Troy and Jeb, along with Henry are going to see that you receive some quality
 training this week and next. By they way you've behaved today, from what
I've  been able to see and 'feel'; you're doing a damn good job with your
training.  AND THEN, after our place is all done, including your new room; I'll come
out  and drive you home. Yep, home, just you and me... except when 'we' have
company  over.

The one thing that I counted on, you didn't fail me. Remember mom and dad
always  telling us boys to NEVER write our 'pin' numbers down on paper? Well, it
just so  happens that while I was cleaning up my new room, I discovered your
numbers.  Damn bro, you've done a fine job at saving up money. Sure is a hell
of a lot  more than I've been able to save. I'm just glad that Troy was able to
bring your  cellphone and wallet back with him. Not only did I see your bank
card, but damn;  you sure got some nice credit cards as well. I'm guessing
that those men didn't  use none of them because it would be easy to trace back
and then they'd be in a  heaping pile of shit. But don't worry; I'm good with my
money, so I can be good  with all of your money. Nope, that didn't come out
quite right. Let me start  over... "I'll be good with OUR  money."

I could almost believe that Ryan was sincere. I knew he was good with what
money  he made, and he'd probably not squander my money either. But, there were
still a  million questions that I'd like to ask  him.

All of his talk aside, I couldn't help but to continue thinking about the two
of  us, in our formative years. How could Ryan remember, what I'd put out of
my  memory? Is it possible that he is more correct than wrong?

"Now, I'm not sure how to handle Jordan and Vincent; but being as they're our
 brothers, I'll come up with something to tell them but only when the time is
 right. I don't suppose we'll be needed to say anything to anyone; at least
not  until the holidays, so that should give us plenty of time to bond. You
know how  dad is about us gay people, so I'm sure it will be a shock to him when
he finds  out."

I hadn't even noticed that Ryan had moved his hand down between my legs,
gently  soothing the stretched muscles, while keeping his other hand on my tear
streaked  face.

All I could now see was his lips coming down again, to meet with mine. As he
gently pressed his to mine, I opened my mouth to what was to become a kiss to
 remember.

There was no feeling of pain from any of my piercings, not even my new nose
ring, as we exchanged darting tongues for what seemed an eternity. I didn't
give  my new collar a second thought as Ryan began to use his hand to massage my
 shoulder. The only draw back to our embrace was the fact that this
'romancing'  was causing my cock to harden, which placed a fair amount of strain on my
freshly cut skin. The fading scent of his/my cologne made its way past the
fresh  nose piercing and into my  brain.

I don't remember closing my eyes, but I must have; as the next thing I knew,
the  room was filling back up with men and the lights were slowly coming back
to  their original brightness. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ray, Henry
and  Master Troy make their way over to Kevin. The looming figure of Master Jeb
 appeared on the opposite side of me, corresponding with the position Ryan
was  in.

"Did we leave you enough time to say what you needed to say to it? Asked
Master  Jeb.

"More than enough, thanks", replied Ryan. "I'm sure that what I haven't
mentioned yet, he'll learn soon  enough."

"Great! The rest of the guests have arrived and are upstairs enjoying some
work  by Mr. Thomas. You know how they all get at tea parties and Mr. Thomas is
so  into his work that he'd stay here till the cows came home; as long as he's
got  hair to cut and bodies to shave. By now, there probably isn't a 'boy' up
there  that doesn't have a cock in his mouth or ass; so everybody is  happy."

"That sounds just about right", replied Ryan. "I don't suppose they'd mind if
we  brought the two slaves outside by the pool. I'm sure that they'd like to
'meet'  them if you know what I  mean."

"Precisely what I was going to suggest. It's been a long time since we all
have  had an induction ceremony and I think these two are ready to make a 'grand
 entrance'. What's a tea party without two freshly shaved and ready to suck
and  fuck  slaves?"

I felt my arms and legs being lowered, as I could assume that Kevin was being
 released as well. With a great deal of help, I was finally down on the
floor,  ready to crawl behind the cadre of  men.

"Here boy, come", Master Troy said, as both Kevin and I started to slowly
make  our way to the stairs. He was right in saying, that one day soon; I'd
follow a  command just like his  dogs.

As we crawled up the outside stairs, I couldn't help but to look at Ryan's
body,  his butt to be more precise. I guess if I had to survive all of this,
that Ryan  would be the better of the lot to experience this with; that said, not
really  knowing just what and how in depth Ryan was with all of this.

Once back at the pool, I noticed an easy eight or more new faces. Faces,
because  there were a few butts that I saw and not their faces. There were a
number of  men enjoying the pool, naked none the less. A couple of the men were
busy  tending to the BBQ grill and another seemed to be graciously passing around
a  tray of sodas and ice tea. He was the first one I noticed that didn't have
any  body hair except what was laying short on top of his  head.

Ray took control of Kevin, leading him to a not so crowded part of the pool
area. Master Jeb and Ryan took me right next to the steps leading into the
pool.  There I was told to kneel upright and remain there, with my hands  behind
my head.

All of my body piercings were ablaze and constantly sent signals to my brain
reminding me of their presence. At least the head of my dick was bandaged,
but  with the earlier erection, the bandage was barely hanging on.

"No pissing in the pool", came the directive from Master Troy. "You need to
pee,  kindly avail yourselves of our new  urinal."

It didn't take but a minute before the first cock found its way into my mouth
 and released a minimal amount of piss. I think he just wanted to be the
first,  not that he really had to  go.

Probably six or seven more cocks filled my stomach with their 'golden nectar'
 before Ryan came over and ordered me away. Thankfully, Ryan had me crawl
over  into the grass, which was a blessing in disguise. Not only did the grass
feel so  nice on my scraped knees, but he leaned down and said, "I'm going to
stand here,  so that the others won't see; and I want you to piss if you must. I
don't  believe in making a slave hold his piss for to long, it's just not
healthy. Just  piss through the bandage and then I'll go and ask Henry for some
new  wrappings."

I don't know why, but as bad as I needed to piss, I couldn't get a flow
started.  Ryan must have seen my dilemma and quickly knelt down beside me,
shielding me  from the others and began rubbing my stomach with one hand, while
massaging my  lower back with the  other.

"Try and raise your right leg just a bit and see if that doesn't help you
some"  Ryan quietly  said.

I did as told, but to no avail. Ryan started to add a little bit of pressure
on  my stomach and that seemed to do the trick. Once it started it didn't
want to  stop.

"I guess you like to swallow piss by now?" Ryan asked in a tone which I knew
required some form of  reply.

"Sir, no Sir." I  answered

"Damn, with all the piss at camp, I'd have thought by now you'd be used to
it.  You need to accept it as part of being what you are. Some slaves even crave
it.  Some of the slaves here today, are probably jealous that you took away
their  favorite beverage." Said Ryan in a tone of voice that I felt sounded a
little  disappointed.

"But what of me? Would you feel the same way if I gave you a good health
drink  of a real man's  piss?"

I couldn't lie to my own flesh and blood. "Sir, no  Sir."

"Good boy. I didn't think you'd mind your own brother's piss; and I'm glad
that  you, a mere slave, feel that way. But, just remember that any, and I mean
any  free man has the right to piss in you mouth and you must eventually come
to  realize that it is a privilege, not a punishment, to have hot juicy piss
flowing  down your throat. Do you understand  me?"

"Sir, yes  Sir."

"And what is this sir business? Have you not learned anything from what I've
already spoken to you about? Do you fucking want to stay here from now on?
Don't  you want to go home and live a good life? You'd give up the opportunity
to have  me as your Master, and stay here. You'd want me to have to explain
your new  world to your family and least of all your friends?  Tell me now, what
is  it that you want!" Ryan blurted out in such a way that I expected him to
haul  off and hit  me.

I didn't really hesitate, but I paused; long enough to collate my words so
that  they would come out, clear and  concise.

"Si.. Master, this slave wishes to go home. This slave wants to live a good
life  with the Master and be the Master's slave."  Jesus God! I can't believe I
 just said that, but perhaps deep down I knew it was true. I had always loved
my  family and I loved Ryan even more; although I probably really never
showed it or  told him as  much.

No sooner had I finished pissing and answering that last round of questions,
Ryan stood up and moved to my front; telling me to kneel. As I slowly brought
my  chest and head up, I noticed Ryan standing there with his hands on his hi
ps.  "Well slave, show your Master how much you want to go home. Show your
Master  that what you say is true. Your Master needs to empty  himself."

Slowly and with a great amount of nervousness, I brought my mitted hands up
to  Ryan's zipper. This was the first time that I'd really noticed his pants;
which  used to be 'my' pants. Had I visions of Ryan removing the mitts? YES!
But he  told me that I had to learn to use my teeth to slide the zipper down.  I
 slowly pulled the zipper all the way down; noticing once more, that he was
even  wearing a pair of my boxers. I took my right hand, shaking, and withdrew
his  cock. He had the most beautiful, curly and well trimmed pubic hairs that
I'd  ever seen. His cock, flaccid, yet something to be extremely proud of, was
now  passing my lips.

"I'll be nice, this time; and start out slow. But after this, slave, I won't
control the flow. A properly trained slave should never spill a single drop
of  his Master's  piss."

I wondered, ever so briefly, how many others were now watching the two of us.
 Ryan was true to his word and squeezed his own shaft, thus permitting only a
 trickle of urine to drain into my mouth at the  beginning.

Something, Lord knows what, came over me and I found myself placing my two
hands  on Ryan's butt; pulling him into me. His cock, still soft and dripping
man piss  went into the far reaches of my mouth and then his piss flowed like a
river. I  had my nose and face buried completely into his crotch; feeling the
pubic hairs  and the softness of the fabric which covered his  body.

Even after Ryan had long since finished pissing, he allowed me to keep my
hands  on his butt, while he kept his cock in my mouth. I didn't suck on his
manhood; I  just wanted it in my mouth for now, forever. Could I, would I, ever
have the  chance or the nerve to ever tell Ryan how I feel about  him?

Finally Ryan extracted his cock, and zipped himself up. He told me to lay
flat  on the grass, while he went and got some new bandage wrap for my  cock.

When he returned, Mr. Thomas was with him. The old bandage came off rather
easily and didn't seem to bother me at all. Mr. Thomas picked up my dick and
inspected it, noting that it was doing as well as he'd expected. He began
telling Ryan how to care for it, as if Ryan was never leaving me. The next thing
I know, Mr. Thomas is demonstrating the proper way to clean a new body
piercing;  and that, let me tell you, hurt like a son of a bitch. He did say,
however, that  'the slave's reactions to the cleanings would subside within a day or
two'.  How grateful was I on hearing that bit of news. I think the worst
one, was when Ryan started cleaning my nose ring, just because of the steel
tunnel which ran from one side of the cartilage to the other. The ring itself
just spun around inside the tunnel, which really was kind of neat. Mr. Thomas
did the last cleaning, that being the Prince Albert  ring.

Ryan was shown how to disassemble the cinch ring, for shaving and cleaning,
but  unfortunately they didn't leave it off. "You know Ryan", Mr. Thomas began,
"My  Mikey is in a tizzy because the slave here is in need of getting his
nails  trimmed and Troy sort of dismissed the idea. But, if you'd be so kind as
to  allow Mikey to tend to the slaves hands and feet, I'd forever be in your
debt.  Nothing worse than having a slave with the bitterness of a sour grape.
Not that  I don't discipline him, but he's always taking care of nails and his
obsession  sometimes gets in the way of his behavior. But, I love him just the
same."

I was glad to hear Mr. Thomas say what he said. I could only hope that Ryan
would accept the fact that a slave has feelings just like a free man. I began
to  wonder if Ryan had his own personal group of friends, or where the men
assembled  here the ones which he associated with. Either way, his friends were
going to  become people that I'd have to get used to one way or the  other.

Mike came over just as fast as a rabbit, upon seeing Mr. Thomas motion for
him.  His dick just bouncing in the breeze, held out firmly by his own cinch
ring. He  was carrying a small, what I'd have called a purse; but it  wasn't.

Ryan removed my mitts, as Mike knelt down beside me and his face glowed with
excitement at being able to trim my nails and 'make them all pretty for its
Master'. At work, we used to call someone like Mike, a bit  'swishy'.

Mr. Thomas gave his Mikey instructions, and Ryan left me with my own set of
instructions; which happily included being able to speak, as long as it wasn't
 in a loud voice which would be disturbing to the  others.

Mike went right to work on my hand. He clipped, filed and clipped some more
until there weren't any signs of having fingernails beyond the skin of my
fingers. He took some kind of lotion from his bag and worked it deep into my
skin, saying that it would help tremendously since I had to wear mitts. Then as
he began working on my other hand, is when he began talking up a  storm.

"So what do you think of Master Ryan? I think he is a living doll. I've seen
him  at the club many times, but then most masters there don't talk to anyone
except  other masters. And not to forget, the way he handles a slave during a
whipping  is totally off the wall. It's like he is a different person than the
one we see  here today. Like last Saturday, well he was strapping this one
kid and he was  really blistering his butt. I think he was taking out his
frustrations from the  whole week on the poor thing. Not to forget mentioning that
he's never taken one  of the slave's, not once. He's been offered a slave over
and over again in the  back rooms but he always declines. I'm thinking that he
has waited a long time  to find the right one. Master Thomas keeps telling me
that Master Ryan always  goes home alone. So sad, isn't it. But I'm sure that
since he's seemed to have  taken a liking to you that you will perhaps be his
slave for ever and  ever.
Master Thomas said that Master Ryan has a brother who he loves so very much
and  without his brother; well... Master Thomas thinks that Master Ryan will be a
 lonely  soul."

I kept listening to him, as I watched him delicately finish up his work on my
 remaining hand. Whatever lotion he'd applied sure did make my hands feel
soft  and smooth.  I was surprised that he'd not found out or been informed about
 who I was, but I'd soon let the cat out of the bag; after he finished his
assignment.

I saw, once I'd turned my head that several of the others were looking at us,
a  couple of them appeared to be slaves. It made me feel just a tiny bit
important;  knowing that I was the newbie.  Before Kevin started on my feet, he
massaged some of his lotion into my knees which seemed to renew their  vitality.


While he worked on my feet, he made several more comments about Ryan and one
or  two about the weights attached to my nuts. He even said things that were
foreign  to me, such as fisting; which he could tell by my facial expression
were far  beyond my ability to comprehend. Thankfully he didn't get into any
details on  those  subjects.

Although I didn't consider Kevin overly attractive, he was a well developed
male  with many attributes. I knew that I'd sucked his cock, and perhaps even
drank  his piss, but I hoped that I wouldn't have to 'service his needs' any
time soon.  If we could just be friends, that would mean more to me than
anything at this  point.

I was just about to tell him about Ryan; when I saw Master Jeb approaching.
Kevin just kept right on jabbering away about anything that popped into his
mind; which he seemed to have an endless supply of 'gay gossip' and I was
getting rather fond of  him.

Kevin only stopped speaking the second that Master Jeb came to a stop;
standing  tall over the two of us. I watched attentively, and with a great deal of
interest; as Kevin scampered to his knees and pulled Master Jeb's zipper down
and swallowed a sizeable quantity of piss. What surprised me the most is that
 there wasn't one single word spoken as to inform Kevin of the need for his
mouth. It was as if some inner instinct had taken over and Kevin knew exactly
what to do, without being told. It was  amazing.

Master Jeb then knelt down behind my head, and picking up one hand at a time,
 put the mitts back on my hands. I was finally getting to understand the need
to  have my hands covered (for now) and it didn't have any adverse effect on
me.

Master Jeb and Kevin simply walked away from me, as if I didn't even exist.
Leaving my head turned towards the pool area, I noticed that Mr. Thomas and
one  of the baldheaded slaves were setting the food out for all of the guest.
The  most interesting thing was that three of the slaves had food on their
plates, as  they sat away from the masters and two of the slaves had to eat from a
metal  bowl with only their mouth.

I was getting a first rate education into this life. Being able to see how
some  masters teach their slaves compared to others was an invaluable lesson;
and I  wasn't even aware at the time, that I was observing, comprehending and
accepting  the wide variety of differences.

Finally Ryan, Master Ryan, came over to me and sat down on the grass
alongside  my chest. "Is the slave ready to eat, is the slave  hungry?"

"Master, yes Master", I  replied

"Well, you fucking can't eat like this can you? Get your ass up and move over
to  the others and I'll find you something to eat. Next time a meal is
prepared,  don't wait until you are told to eat. At our parties, mealtime is for
everyone  and every  slave."

"Master, yes Master".

I rolled over and up onto my hands and knees at the same time, just as Ryan
said, "Come boy, come  eat".

I followed him, until he seated himself with all the other men; and then I
moved  over to where the other slaves were eating and I knelt there, next to
Kevin.

It wasn't more than a few minutes and Master Ryan got up from the table and
carried a plate of food in my  direction.

"Here boy. Your meal was prepared with love and affection so I'm expecting
you  to eat all of it." Master Ryan said in one of his more authoritive  tones.

Ryan simply set the plate down on the ground, directly under my face. It was
filled to capacity with remnants of food from other plates and some of it
looked  as if it had already been chewed.

I heard a faint whisper, "eat now, eat it all", and I knew that it was Kevin
telling me to start eating. Having no choice, no say, in the situation; I
lowered my head and started to eat. I was still forcing down the food long after
 the others had finished and had moved on to something else, something nice,
like  splashing around in the pool and  laughing.

Master Ryan came over and encouraged me to finish the food; as he placed a
bowl  of soda pop next to my plate. I lapped at the soda for several seconds
before  bringing myself to eat the remaining bits of food. I'd saved the chewed
food for  last, thinking that I'd get some sort of  reprieve.

Henry came over and removed the plate and the bowl. Both were empty and I'd
even  remembered to lick the plate clean. I didn't know if I was expected to
move or  do something different; so I remained in my spot for quite some time;
watching  and listening to many of the others having fun. I could only believe
that since  I was one of the newbies, that I wasn't permitted such a luxury.

I scanned the pool and the surrounding area for any sign of Kevin but he and
Ray  must be inside the house or down in Master Troy's  dungeon.

The party went on for hours, and my hands and knees were getting close to
collapsing. On occasion, I had noticed the men, either alone or with another,
exit the pool and go around the side of the house; only to return five or ten
minutes later. Little did I know at the time that they were going down into
the  dungeon and helping Ray teach his new 'boy' a thing or two. It wouldn't be
until  later that night that I would see the results of Ray's lessons.

Before the party broke up, I was once again used as a urinal; not only by the
 men but also by the other slaves and 'boys'. Two of them had rings in their
cocks and it was a miracle that I could even get the steel ring past my lips
and  teeth.
Henry began cleaning up with a little bit of help from Master Ryan. It
pleased  me quite a bit to see him busy himself in such a way. The sun had long gone
and  the night air felt so refreshing.  Henry went around to several Tiki
lanterns and lit  them.

It was long after that, that Masters Ryan, Troy and Jeb all sat around a
table  drinking a big mug of coffee; discussing lord knows what. There was an
occasional glance in my direction, but none of them seemed to really care if I
continued to kneel or if I had fallen over dead. I could only believe that this
 was a lesson in patience and  humbleness.

After a considerable amount of time had passed, Ray appeared out of nowhere
and  joined the others. There was no sign of Kevin. Henry served up another
round of  coffee for the men. The aroma of fresh coffee was like an addiction
with me,  which made it difficult for me to deal  with.

One by one, the men began leaving the pool area, except for Ray and Master
Ryan.  The two of them approached me and I was by now more than eager to be
doing  anything else other than  kneeling.

Ray came up from behind and removed the weights from my nuts, saying; "I'll
put  these to good use before the nights over with." Master Ryan laughed and
replied,  "I bet you  will".

As Ray strode off, Master Ryan began speaking. "So you've had a long day. You
 still have your punishment session ahead of you, but I've convinced Troy to
postpone it until the morning. That way you'll have plenty of time to
contemplate your transgressions; but more importantly that will allow me to  spend
more 'quality' time with you. You'd like that wouldn't you  slave?"

"Master, yes Master", I squeaked  out.

"Well then follow me. We've plenty to learn before you sleep for the  night."

Without the weights dragging on my nuts, it felt as if I'd been freed from a
prison. I was able to keep up with Master Ryan without any problem; except
that  we weren't going around the side of the house towards the cellar stairs.
We were  going into the house by way of the kitchen  door.

Henry was busy with the dishes and utensils; as I kept the distance between
myself and Master Ryan to a minimum, not wanting to get a reprimand or worse.
The feeling of plush carpet under my knees was like getting a gift of gold.
We  didn't go to far before we were climbing up a highly polished hardwood set
of  stairs.

As we passed one room, which obviously was a bedroom; Master Jeb, Ray and
Kevin  were occupying it. I didn't look but a second, but it was long enough for
me to  see that Kevin's body was nearly covered in red welts. His nuts were
now  attached to the very same set of weights which had hung from my own balls
earlier. Master Jeb was coating a huge butt plug with some sort of white
grease  and I could only assume that Kevin would be screaming his head off if they
tried  to push that monstrous thing in his  ass.

For some reason, the three of them upstairs in a bedroom didn't seem to
generate  any thoughts of a master/slave relationship; at least not for that one
quick  moment, as I continued to crawl behind Master  Ryan.

The next room was again a bedroom. The bed had been turned down and the voice
of  Master Troy could be heard; attempting to sing while in the shower.

Just as we got to the end of the hall, a blood curdling scream filled the
entire  second floor. I could only imagine the pain that Kevin was enduring, if
in fact  his ass was getting ravaged with that plug. It was so loud, that even
Master  Ryan turned and looked back towards that  room.

When we got past the doorway, I noticed a rather large bed, with copious
amounts  of pillows on it; turned down just like Master Troy's. There, too, was a
small  bathroom off to one side, along with the customary furniture assigned
to a  bedroom.

Not even bothering to close the door, Master Ryan turned to me and had me
kneel  upright. My mitts were removed and I was so glad to be able to move my
fingers  again. Standing there, as if not a worry in the world; Master Ryan began
 instructing  me.

After listening to Master Ryan for several minutes, it was now up to me, to
show  him that I completely understood his instructions. At first, for a minute
or two  I was extremely nervous; just for the fact that it was now just the
two of us.  There was no other slave, no other master, not even the family pets
to distract  me. There was the looming fear that Master Ryan had spoke of;
receiving a  'severe' form of discipline should I fuck up just one tiny  bit.

It started with me standing up; which at first I was a bit unsteady. I was
able  to look my master straight in the eye, had I permission. He was the same
height  as me, which is probably why he was wearing some of my former
belongings.

Extending my hands, I began by removing the shirt which had been concealing a
 most magnificent chest. There wasn't a single strand of hair anywhere on his
 chest; which for some reason brought back memories of Master Ryan's early
years.

After taking off his shirt, placing it properly on a clothes hanger; I knelt
down and removed his shoes and socks. For a moment, I had to smile; as I'd
have  thought that Mike had worked on Master Ryan's toenails. They were
perfectly  trimmed.

While still on my knees, I reached in and unbuckled Master Ryan's belt, slide
 down the zipper and eased the pants down to his feet; after which he stepped
out  of them and I placed them on a clothes hanger as  well.

The last vestige of his clothes, the Hilfiger shorts, slide off his lithe
body  with ease. His cock was even more impressive than I had realized, now that
he  was completely naked in front of me. Funny, how clothes can be a deceptive
 addition.

So far, so good. Master Ryan didn't need to correct any of my actions, yet.
He  simply turned away from me and proceeded to enter the  bathroom.

I quickly followed, admiring his muscular frame, yet so supple and soft to
the  touch. The first thing I had to do, was to get the shower water going, and
it  had to be just the perfect temperature for my master. I fiddled around
with the  controls for a minute and then properly announced to Master Ryan,
"Master's  shower is  ready".

Whew, was I happy to see him happy with the water temperature. Another small
victory for Master Ryan's new slave 'boy'. I watched, almost transfixed on
his  body, his whole body; as he turned around slowly, wetting down his entire
body.

As Master Ryan took one small step back, I knew that it was the signal for me
to  enter the shower also. I'd no sooner gotten in the shower when yet;
another  flash of memory came flooding into my brain. This was as if I was reliving
the  past.

Even though I was on my knees, the water felt so good that it over powered
the  soreness I was experiencing. I knew from Master Ryan's instructions what he
 expected and there was no give and take.

I reached for the soap, at the same time I put my mouth over his cock. While
his  flaccid shaft was lying dormant in my mouth, I was required to use both
of my  hands to wash the lower half of his body. Master Ryan's cock began to
harden the  minute my slippery, soap hand began to wash his balls. It jerked so
violently in  my mouth that it started bouncing up and down against the roof
of my mouth. I  could remember the first time I had Ryan's little dick in my
mouth, and felt it  react nearly in the same manner. I remember that he even
experienced his first  orgasm that night as well; all though it was a 'dry'  one.

By the time my hands were wrapped around his body, washing the crevice of his
 firm butt; his cock exploded with volley after volley of his seed. He still
had  the sensitive cock head, and soon he had to withdrawn his cock. I
remember when  it was all over, the first time, and he actually yelped from the
sudden  discomfort one may experience with prolong attention after  ejaculation.

I scooted around, and bent down to wash his feet; when I felt a sudden change
in  the water hitting my back. The odor in the shower quickly changed and I'd
 realized that Master Ryan was pissing; lording his confidence, power and
control  over  me.

Before I got to my feet Ryan turned around, exposing his backside to the
spray  of water. I watched him lean forward, putting his hands against the tiled
wall;  exposing his ass to my face.

Once again I had to show my obedience, my submission and my willingness to my
 own flesh and blood. My hands parted his cheeks, as my tongue found Master
Ryan's rosebud; and I licked it for a few seconds, before he stood  tall.

After I'd stood up, I washed the remaining upper portion of his body,
finishing  up by shampooing his hair. There was simply no way that I could tend to my
 duties without occasionally making eye contact with him; and each time it
occurred I saw nothing but a man who seemed content, happy and  overjoyed.

He had the same look in his eyes that I'd had when Ryan sucked my cock,
tongued  my ass and washed my body. Funny, of sorts, the old saying... 'what goes
around...comes  around.'

I think what surprised me the most about our current shower situation was
that  after Master Ryan was washed clean, he seemed rather happy to wash my body.
He  didn't linger on any one part of my body; but it was nice to feel his
hands  glide effortlessly over every inch. I'm pretty sure that when he applied
shampoo  to my head, he was mocking my current state of baldness, but it felt
nice just  the  same.

With everything we had just done, I can't imagine Master Ryan having a mean
streak in his body; as if to say that Mike is/was just making up a story as he
 went along. If it hadn't been for all the crap I went through in Maine, I
would  almost think that Ryan was just helping to bring out the real  me.

I stepped out of the shower first, grabbing one of the fresh towels for
drying  Master Ryan. I only used the towel to pat the water from his body, as he'd
informed me that he hated to feel a towel 'rubbing' against his skin. After
Master Ryan was dried off, I used the same towel to collect any remaining
water  on my own body.

As Master Ryan walked back into the bedroom, I crawled along; noticing how
the  light bounced off of his body, as if highlighting the masculinity of his
entire  being.

When we got close to the bed, Master Ryan turned back around; the look on his
 face had changed. He yelled at me to return to the bathroom and "properly
tend  to the drying of my cuffs and collar".  I felt like a scolded puppy, as I
went back and took my time to properly dry off the metal ornaments.

By the time I returned Master Ryan was sitting on the side of the bed,
patting  the mattress with his hand. His facial expression hadn't changed all that
much,  so I kinda figured I was going to be feeling his wrath. "Up boy, come
sit here",  Master Ryan said to  me.

I quickly rose up and placed my butt right where his hand had indicated. The
softness of the bed had been the best feeling I'd had in weeks. I almost
believed that I was once again a human  being.

"Now we've got to tend to your decorations, and your dick. Sure wouldn't want
 you to have to endure the pain and discomfort of getting them all infected
now,  would we", Master Ryan said as he slowly eased me back down onto the
mattress.

One by one, he tended to my rings with the supplies that Mr. Thomas had left
him. I only had to lay there and allow him the access to any and all of me. I
 kept my eyes closed the entire time, as I'd not wanted him to see that I was
 watching him. But keeping my eyes closed, prevented me from seeing Henry
come  into the room and set a small tray table up which had some rather cruel
looking  things on  it.

This time, the cleaning of the rings and the redressing of my cock didn't
really  hurt like I had expected it too. It probably took about twenty minutes
for  Master Ryan to accomplish his  task.

When Master Ryan finally spoke again, I was actually shocked to hear him say,
 "Now that we've got that all done up nicely, I'd suggest we get some  sleep".

I half expected him to take me back downstairs to the dungeon, but instead he
 told me to move over to the other side of the bed. It was then, while I sat
up  to move, that I noticed the tray sitting not to far  away.

"You needn't worry about those things; unless, that is, if you try to be
stubborn or try to run off." Master Ryan said the moment he saw me starring at
them. As my eyes moved back towards the bed, I noticed that Henry had been
laying on a cot right outside of the bedroom door. I'm guessing he was going to
sleep there as sort of an added precaution; considering that Kevin and I were...
 unfettered so to  say.

I laid there, looking up at the ceiling, while Master Ryan went to turn off
the  lights and to half close the door; thus blocking out a great deal of
light.

Upon his return, he gently laid himself down into the bed. "This brings back
a  lot of memories for me. I don't suppose you remember all the years that we
had  to share the same bed while we were growing up".

Just to hear him say something like that, gave me another indication that
there  was more to all of this than he or anyone else was letting  on.

I couldn't sleep, even though I was exhausted. It wasn't the bed, nor was it
my  current situation that kept me awake. It was all things, big and small
that  swept through my mind that had occurred this day and all the things I heard
and  witnessed that seemed to play over and over again in my  mind.

I soon became tired enough to desire sleep, as my body had finally slowed
down  from the helter skelter pace of the day. I could even for the first time,
actually detect the weight of my cuffs and collar, not forgetting the heavy
metal band around my cock and balls. I reached down and cupped them, and it
felt  weird in some ways, nice in another way that they were hairless. My hands
were a  lot softer, now that they had a nice massage. I managed to touch just
about  every inch of my body that I could, without disturbing Master  Ryan.

I finally succumbed to the true darkness and peace of sleep.

When I woke up, my arm was over Master Ryan's chest and my head was nestled
ever  so gently against Master Ryan's face.  I lay there, still; frozen in
time,  watching Master Ryan's chest rise and fall. The dawn of the new day began
to  lighten up the room ever so slowly. The door to our room was wide open, yet
the  darkness of the hallway signaled no activity from anywhere  else.

Barely, I could see the massive erection on Master Ryan; and for a split
second  I desired, wanted, needed to reach out and touch it with my  lips.


To Be continued...

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