Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2006 12:30:22 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 15

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North Country  Chapter  Fifteen


Master Ryan's body smelled so fresh and alive, as I awaited his awakening. I
had  never, EVER, realized just how addictive and intoxicating a man's body
could  actually be until now. I was, however, a bit concerned with my deepest
feelings  for him, being that he was my  brother.

Minutes passed like hours, which were nice in a way; before Ryan began to
stir.  I watched as his cock began to harden, and then I felt his arm moving. He
picked  up my hand and placed it on his cock; which allowed me, in the
stillness of the  moment to feel the blood engorging the shaft. Even his pubic hairs
felt soft to  the touch, which was more than I could say about  mine.

Master Ryan moved and twisted his body ever so slowly, freeing up his other
arm;  and he hooked one of his fingers in a ring on my collar and eased my head
down  to his manshaft. With my head lying next to my hand, the whole
situation seemed  predetermined in his mind.

Ryan moved my hand and gently pushed the back of my head towards his cock. I
opened my mouth as he continued to push. I was a bit fearful that he'd expect
me  to consume the entire length of it; which would surely set off my gag
reflex. I  could easily tell just how much more of his meat would have to go
before such  occurred.

The hand was taken away, and I closed my lips around his shaft and slowly
began  to suck on it. I wasn't sure, not at all, if he was contemplating an
orgasm or  what; but had it been me, this early I'd want to at least get my morning
piss  out of the  way.

While I was still sucking Master Ryan's cock, I heard what amounted to
muffled  footsteps; and they sounded as if they were in the same room with us.
Shortly  afterwards, I heard the shower running; which brought Master Ryan's hand
back  down to my head, tugging on the collar and coaxing my mouth off of his
shaft.

Without as much as a single word, Master Ryan moved swiftly towards the
bathroom  and I heard him speaking with Henry. It wasn't but a few seconds and
Henry  appeared next to the bed, attaching a long leash to my collar and rather
crudely  yanking me off of the soft sheets.

I was led down the two flights of stairs, into the dungeon; where I noticed
Kevin hanging upside down like a side of beef. He had a hose coming out of his
 ass, which seemed to disappear into the ceiling. The closer I was pulled
towards  Kevin it became all to clear that he was getting an enema in the most
unorthodox  fashion. It was so easy to see the ass slime and sudsy water which
had been  permitted to flow down his body, over his face and head, finally
disappearing in  the large floor  drain.

In a matter of minutes I too was inverted, hung up and had started receiving
my  own volatile enema. It seemed as if the sudsy solution was flowing rather
slowly, with gravity doing most of the work; getting the suds deeper and
deeper  into my gut. Henry went back and forth between the two of us, feeling our
slowly  expanding stomachs; anticipating how much more solution each of us
could  handle.

I watched and listened as the hose was pulled out of Kevin's butt. It was a
moment in life that I'd never forget. His body was soon covered; dripping with
 just about everything he had had inside is bowels. As I watched, I was soon
aware that my own hose had been removed and thus the two of us shared the
same  experience; one in which I was not too happy to think about happening
again.

While I was getting a 'refill', Kevin was being lowered to the floor, and
then  he was taken to the shower area where apparently he was receiving a
cascading  stream of cold water from the shower nozzle. I couldn't see much of the
activity  in my current state, but just from the sounds Kevin was making, I knew
that he'd  rather be showering with warm water. Without a doubt, my fate was
sealed to  experience the chill of the shower after I'd been cleansed from
within.

I got two more fillings before I too was released and taken to the shower.
I crawled passed Kevin, noting his position; which allowed me to see the
results  from last nights impalement on that gigantic butt plug. His pucker hole
looked  all puffed up and had been a bit closer I think I would have been able
to see  the pink flesh of his  anal sphincter  muscle.

Henry wasted no time in using his scrub brush on my body, bypassing the rings
 and my sore cockhead. He remained ever so silent throughout the entire
process.  I wondered if this was just his way of doing things or if he'd been
instructed.  I had one thing and one thing only to remember; which was that for the
next week  or so, Henry was going to be my ever vigilant instructor during
the  day.

Once I'd been cleaned up, both of us 'boys' were taken to an area in the room
 that now had a thin, vinyl covered mat. We were both ordered to lay on our
backs, knees bent, feet flat on the  floor.

Henry toiled away at drying my cuffs and collar, before he started in on
Kevin's  body rings. I felt sorry for Kevin as he let out a few muffled yelps as
the  cleaning solution and the manipulating of the rings took place.

No sooner had Henry finished with Kevin; he told him to 'assume the
position',  which sent Kevin scrambling to get on hands and  knees.

I saw, close up, the mammoth plug which Kevin wore during the night, being
greased up and slowly eased back inside the teenager's body. Kevin couldn't
help  but to moan louder and longer; until his ass sucked around the narrow neck
of  the plug; leaving the saucer sized base wedged firmly between his  thighs.
I  too had to grit my teeth and mutter sounds as my own rings were cleaned.
Whatever solution Henry used on my dick head, burned like a son of a bitch,
but  thankfully it didn't  linger.

The same command given to Kevin was now given to me. I was astonished,
frightened and near panic; when Henry set down in front of me the exact same  size
plug that Kevin was now holding. I'm guessing that Henry wanted me to see
just how much my ass was going to be stretched or torn open by the gargantuan
anal invader. He even made it a point to grease it up right under my face. I
think Henry really enjoyed this part of his  job.

As the plug finally touched my hole, I tensed up out of fear; knowing that
such  action would make it that much more difficult for Henry, or so I thought.
The  more Henry pushed, I too pushed. I found myself begging and pleading like
a  convicted criminal in front of a firing squad. Before I knew it, I was
flat,  face down on the mat; as Henry used his strength to force my ass wide
open. What  I didn't know, was that Henry actually used his foot to finally plant
the  fucking plug in my ass. I didn't know if the dampness I was feeling was
from the  grease or if in fact he had torn my  flesh.

I lay there, gasping for air and fighting off the gut wrenching pain for what
 seemed like an eternity. Henry was in no hurry to snatch me from the mat, so
I  took the time to get myself back in control. Now I know, first hand, how
Kevin  felt last night when he too was assaulted with this beast.

Turning my head to the left, I saw Henry rinsing down the floor where the two
of  us 'boy's had hung earlier. Turning my head the opposite direction
allowed me to  see the face of Kevin, which appeared to be smiling back at me. I
wasn't sure or  not if he was happy to see my face, or if he was just happy to be
where he  was.

Soon enough, footsteps were heard coming down the stairs and the two of us
quickly assumed the position. Once again, I felt humiliated having to expose my
 now stuffed asshole to whoever came into the Master Troy's dungeon. The
expansive plug was still causing my body to react and the length of it could be
felt pushing against my  stomach.

The footsteps belonged to Ray, who sent two bowls of food down in front of
us. I  was hungry, but had no desire to eat; as long as my ass was still trying
to  expel it's latest invader. I watched Kevin devour his breakfast. Ray spent
the  time talking with Henry, and I continued to abstain from  eating.

I found myself jolted, falling over into Kevin; as something tore through my
nuts. Kevin was now beneath me, as I writhed in pain, screaming at the top of
my  lungs. My balls were on fire, my ass still flexing against the intrusion,
and my  stomach was trying to convulse and expel its  bile.

As I rolled over trying to get myself off of Kevin, I caught sight of Master
Ryan standing there with something in his hand. It turns out that Master Ryan
 had used what he called a slave prod on my nuts; because I had rebelled
against  Ray's kindness of offering me a meal. I must have thrashed about for
quite some  time, long after Kevin had moved out of the way, taking the two food
bowls with  him.

A second and a third dose of the prod sent a charge through my cock and butt.
I  had no control over my bladder and soon I was rolling around in my own
piss.

By now, my screaming and useless pleading brought Master's Jeb and Troy to
the  basement. Master Troy had an instrument in his hand that looked like a
rubber  ball on a flexible stick; which he immediately used to attack my nuts.
Over and  over again he landed the ball with precision. I thought for sure that
my nuts  were now nothing more than  mush.

Kicking and screaming I was half carried, half dragged over to a series of
chains and there I hung by my wrist cuffs with my ankles pulled so far apart
that I thought they were going to dismember me. As if that wasn't bad enough,
everyone in the room, except Kevin, found the whole scenario to be funny;
filling the dungeon with hoots and  laughter.

Henry quickly grabbed the hose and rinsed the piss off of my body; bitching
at  me for getting my decorations wet with urine. I watched, horrified, as
Master  Troy pulled out his small  notepad.

"Everyone should select their instrument of choice!", barked Master  Jeb.

I horror, I watched as everyone went over and began rummaging through the two
 wooden chest against the wall. Master Ryan maintained his grip on the slave
prod, but thumbed through the chests, just as did the  others.

My eyes caught Kevin, huddled just off of the mat; staring in disbelief at
the  actions which had fallen upon me. The lighting made his watery eyes
sparkle,  through the sadness which flowed across his entire face. Apparently he
wasn't  involved in helping with my punishment lesson. Not a single man looked at
Kevin,  as they were intent on picking out some diabolical instrument with
which to  'teach'  with.

Ray now stood alongside Master Ryan, holding what appeared to be a thick,
wide  and heavy looking leather strap. Master Jeb had something that I could only
 describe as a small piece of leather, with two narrow strips all affixed to
a  small wooden handle. Master Troy came forward, standing tall, with a
sinister  look on his face holding a whip. Henry held something in his hand, but it
only  looked like a tube of  toothpaste.

Everyone looked at one another, smiling; then all eyes looked directly at
Kevin.

In a polite voice Ray said to Kevin, "Come on little 'boy', I want you to
join  us as we all work together to teach this new slave the meaning of love and
kindness".

Kevin just knelt there, his butt resting on the heels of his feet. "No Ray, I
 can't, I really can't to that to him. Please Ray I don't want  to."

The eyes welled up and the tears came gushing out as Kevin looked blankly at
the  group of  men.

I glanced back towards the men and it seemed as if some faces showed anger,
while the others displayed a look of disbelief at what Kevin had  said.

Ray probably had the most to lose, by having his new slave defy his
direction.

"BOY COME HERE!, Ray yelled at the top of his lungs; but Kevin was frozen to
the  floor.

As Ray moved towards Kevin, little Kevin seemed to cower even more. With one
hand Ray grabbed Kevin's arm and with the other he reached over and picked up
 the bowl of food which I'd not  eaten.

Bringing Kevin to stand right in front of me, Ray shoved my bowl of food into
 Kevin's hands. "The fucking least you WILL do is to give this slave his
morning  meal. A great deal of time went into fixing it for him and he's not shown
proper  respect by refusing it. I want you to feed him the food, NOW, and I
don't want  you to be so fucking polite about it either."

The next thing I know; Ray grabs one of Kevin's hands and uses it to scoop up
a  handful of the food. In one swift and deliberate motion, Ray moves Kevin's
hand  up to my mouth and shoves the food in; nearly choking me to death. I
didn't even  have time to think, let alone chew the food; as the second serving
of food was  fast approaching my mouth. This time I felt some of Kevin's
fingers being pushed  in behind the onslaught of eggs, bacon and bit of  toast.

By this time, my gag reflex was in full bloom and Ray used Kevin's hand to
hold  over my mouth. I couldn't move, and my breathing was becoming nearly
impossible  as I tried everything I could to swallow the food and breathe at the
same  time.

What I didn't see until it was nearly over, was Master Troy standing behind
Kevin; with a vise like grip around the boy's waist, preventing him from
moving.

After I'd finished choking down the food, I was made to lick Kevin's fingers
clean; and he was ordered to lick the  plate.

No sooner had he completed his assignment, Ray yanked the plate from his
hands  and Master Troy lifted Kevin straight up off of the floor; carrying him
kicking  and screaming to the X frame, where he was quickly fastened with his
butt facing  outward.

"Had you followed instructions, your day would not have started off this way.
 Now in order for me to maintain my status and control over you, I'm going to
 have to discipline you. And, it is not something that I want or desire to do...
  but I must... if you expect me to have control over what and who you want to
be."  Ray said so emphatically.

The first thing I saw was Master Troy coming over to Kevin and wrapping a
rather  substantial cord around the boys nuts. He turned to take an object of
some size  from Henry; which as it turns out, was a lead weight in the shape of a
ball. It  had to weigh several pounds, if not five or more.

No sooner had Master Troy knotted the weight to the rope, I watched him lower
it  a little more than half way... before he let it fall on its own. Kevin
screamed  like he'd just been seared with a hot poker, but Ray soon had him calmed
down to  a 'reasonable' whimper.

"Now, take this like a man", Ray said as he pulled the leather strap from his
 back pocket. Just looking at the strap sent chills down my spine, knowing
full  well that such an instrument is going to cause a severe case of 'ass
rash'. It  reminded me of the times when dad would either have me or Ryan down in
the  cellar, bare assed, getting a whooping with one of dad's leather  belts.

There was a whispered conversation between Ray and Master Troy and then Ray
spoke to Kevin saying, "ten lashes and I want you to count them each out
loud."

One after the other, the leather strap careened down on Kevin's ass; leaving
a  bright red stripe for each stroke of the strap. Kevin, manned up and
counted  each one of his punishment strokes, without as much as a single yelp,
scream or  tear in his eye.

They stepped away from Kevin, leaving his youthful nuts stretching via the
heavy  weight.

With everyone's attention now focused on me, there was nothing I could do
except  to await my training session for my  transgressions.

>From what I remember, it took less than five lashes across my back, before I
passed out. Master Ryan's enthusiastic sense of domination played out on my
butt  as he fired off three or four volleys with his slave  prod.

Master Jeb's lesson involved his picking my cock up by the new Prince Albert
and  lashing across the top of my dick with his small instrument, which he
called a  'penis whip'.  I had to count to twenty, before I was spared any
further  penile  torture.

Everyone stood back, a step or two as Henry was the last in line to dish out
his  preferred method of instruction. I watched him, just standing there; as
if he  wanted me to say something or beg. The obese butt plug was trying to
escape my  anal cavity; which only added to the feeling of being totally
helpless.
>From his front pocket, Henry pulled out two latex gloves and quickly put them
on  both of his hands. He flicked the cap off the tube he was holding and
squeezed  an ungodly amount of the white cream into the palm of his right  hand.

He slid his hand down the lower part of my cock shaft, followed by rubbing
the  soft, cool ointment all over my nuts. There was a slight odor of being
mentholated, before the cream seemed to send a wave of coolness into my nerve
endings.

About the time, I'd realized just what Henry had applied to my shaft and
nuts,  the heat started to build; but Henry kept right on rubbing it into my
balls.

In a flash, I was on fire; the sensation of burning coursed through my
midsection like a runaway freight train. I had little slack in the chains  holding
me, and every move I made seemed to dig my cuffs into my skin. My ass  was now
sucking the butt plug as if it wanted to eat the whole fucking thing.

All, except Master Kevin, seemed to be enjoying the show; at my expense. He
looked me right in the eye, and I could tell that I had disappointed him;
especially in front of the other  men.

There wasn't much I could do or say now that would make a difference or
diminish  the pain. I found myself bouncing off the floor by my toes, from one foot
then  to the other. I will, however, take just a smidgeon of credit for not
making  much of a verbal fuss over my training session. I just kept my teeth
clenched  and did the best I could to utter as few sounds as  possible.

Kevin and I had to stay 'strung up' for some time afterwards; as the men
moved  back upstairs. All I could see was Kevin's rump, ablaze from his punishment
and  his poor juvenile scrotum, straining from the stretching  exercise.

Henry was the first to return; releasing me and commanding me back on to the
mat. As I knelt there on all fours, Henry pulled Kevin's limp body from the
frame and laid him down on the mat; his nuts still attached to the weight. I
was  certain that Kevin's ass wasn't to fond on being pressed against the mat,
but  there was nothing he or I could  do.

As Henry was putting the implements of torture away, heavy footsteps came
bounding down the steps, leaving the two of us hardly any time to react and
assume the proper position; but we did it, just in the nick of time.


It took me a moment, but I recognized the voice as that of Kevin's father,
followed by Ray. Ray stood off to the side as Kevin's dad sat down right in
front of the boys head, sitting with his legs crossed like an Indian. I sensed
from the short silence that his dad was soaking in the pureness of his  son.

"Well, son", he said in a 'fatherly' way, "I see that you decided to follow
your  wants and get all of your body hair removed. Ray tells me that you were a
real  trooper, and that he was the one to shave you. Now, lift yourself up,
so your  dad can see what else is  new."

>From where my head was resting on the mat, I could see that Kevin was having
just a bit of hesitation on his  part.

"Now son, there isn't anything that you could do, or have done, that will
upset  me; so come on and let dad see the new  you."

Kevin slowly rose to his upright, kneeling position; and I knew from the
faint  gasp I'd heard that his father was either happy or shocked by what he was
now  seeing.

"Kevin, look at you. You look so nice. I can't believe how great you look
with  your nipple rings, and look at your dick. It is awesome son. Do you like
the new  you?"

"Sir, yes Sir!" snapped Kevin, rather  proudly

"My, and you're even saying 'sir' now. I think that you and Ray really are
made  for each  other.

"Sir, yes Sir!" Kevin sharply  replied

"I'm not so sure or even aware of why you have such a large rubber plug up
your  butt. It must have hurt like hell when Ray pushed it in. Did it hurt? Does
it  still  hurt"

"Sir, yes Sir", Kevin replied with a little less enthusiasm.

"Well I'm sure that there's no permanent damage done, or else they wouldn't
have  allowed Ray to do that with you", dad said in a tone which reflected his
seemingly happy state of  mind.

"I hope you won't mind, but I told my date from last night about your weekend
 and he seemed pleased that I would allow you so much leeway in exploring
your  personal and very deep seated, sexual needs. He mentioned to me that there
are a  great deal of parents who allow their sons or daughters the freedom to
discover  themselves. And I was thinking that if you wanted, you could stay
just like  this, even at home. I'm sure that Ray wouldn't mind, now that we've
all seen you  naked. Besides, you two men have the rest of the summer to
explore and  discover."

I couldn't figure out where dear old dad was going with all of this, but I'm
sure that he must have an ulterior  motive.

"So Kevin, I've got a little bit of free time this morning, before my date
from  yesterday comes over; so if you don't mind, and Ray has no objections; I
think  that I'll just park myself in a corner and be an observer for a few
minutes. If  my friend is still there this evening when you come home for dinner;
I'm sure  he'll be just as happy to see you as I  am."

Kevin didn't respond to his dad, but I'm sure, if he could get away with it;
he  might just tell his old man that he wasn't going to be some kind of
living,  naked statue around his own house.

I think the one thing that surprised me, was the simple fact that Kevin's dad
 didn't even bring up his son's red butt. Regardless of how I felt that very
second, wouldn't compare to what was about to happen  next.

Thankfully I was still maintaining my 'presentation posture' when the two
Masters entered the dungeon.

"Sure looks like everyone had a good time chatting. Ray, why aren't you
spending  this time, training your 'boy', asked Master  Troy.

"Well, his dad just finished talking and I wasn't sure what I could do. I
mean,  its not everyday that a boys dad is in the same room, watching his son go
through a training session", Ray replied with a sullen  voice.

"Don't be silly. Kevin's father is a grown man; an adult who has no more or
no  less of feelings and emotions for his own son than you, as a master have
for  your new 'toy', came words of wisdom from Master  Jeb.

"AND", bellowed Master Troy, "I'm sure that if he desired a blowjob at this
time  that he wouldn't hesitate to avail himself of either of the slaves
kneeling  here. Come to think of it, I myself have a deposit of piss to make in your
new  'boy'.

I couldn't believe my own ears, as I saw Master Troy moving forward, in front
of  Kevin.  I was also amazed that Master Ryan had not spoken up in the young
 slave's  defense.

I knew that with the room now silent, that Kevin was using his teeth to aid
in  the exposing of Master Troy's meat, and it wouldn't be much longer after
that,  that he'd start consuming his first helping of man piss of the  day.

"Up boy!", the words shattering my concentration "I only had to rise up onto
my  knees to find Master Ryan standing  there.

"I think you should show our visitor just how well you can suck cock", Master
 Ryan said with a slight  chuckle.

Kevin was just about done being a urinal, by the time I had Master Ryan's
cock  in my mouth; going deeper and deeper with every forward thrust of his  hips.
"I  hate to admit it Troy, but watching this sure has made my cock have a
natural  reaction and desire", came the words from Kevin's  dad.

"Well, unless you want to use Henry's face; the only option available is
Ray's  'boy', which I'm pretty sure can use the training", Master Troy  replied.

Once again I'd made a near fatal mistake. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw
Ray  step backwards, leaving his young cock dangling out of the zipper and
then  astonishingly I saw what must have been Kevin's dad step in.  I wanted to
verify my thought, so I began turning my head toward Kevin; but needless to
say,  some of my teeth made contact with Master Ryan's dick. I heard a stern,
demanding and upset Master Kevin tell me that I had just earned twenty  lashes.

I resumed my task; taking Master Ryan's cock nearly down to the root; while
the  two men stood tall, talking to one another as if they were standing at
urinals,  making small talk.

It was at first an unthinkable thing that was happening right next to me, but
in  the same vane of thought, it was no different that what was happening to
me at  the same  time.

Having Master Ryan move his hands from my head to my newly pierced ears,
heightened my awareness of his status, and for some unearthly reason I yearned
for his direction now more than ever. His fragrance, his total self, his cock,
made me feel so much inferior to him now, than ever  before.

With everything going on, I still, somehow, managed to listen not only to the
 talk between the two men; but between Kevin and his dad.

The way Kevin was being spoken too; I'm not really sure how he was taking it.
 His father, at times, even mentioned such things as Kevin being his 'new
son',  his 'cock hound'. Dear old dad even made mention of having a few parties
of his  own, with Ray and Kevin being present for his friends to admire. In
less than  two months Kevin would turn eighteen but the way his father was
talking, Kevin  might just decide to live at home with him; until Ray could decide
if Kevin was  the 'right one' for him. School or no school, it sounded as if
Kevin's dad was  going to make sure that his son had the ultimate in 'home
schooling', but in a  completely different  manner.

It took some time, before Kevin got his tonsils coated with manseed, and it
seemed even longer for Master Ryan to make his own deposit down my  throat.

"Well Ray", Kevin's dad started in; "have you selected any kind of a
permanent  collar for your slave?  I don't suppose you can afford to buy anything for
him, or can you? I might suggest to you Ray, that if money is a problem for
you  and you can't ask your parents for some, that maybe you'd like to work for
me  part time this summer and then through your final year of school. If we
could  come to some sort of agreement, then we might possibly be able to outfit
your  'boy' in a manner which would not only please you, but also benefit the
'boy'.  Of course, we'd probably have to pay a good price to keep the slave
in its  proper condition, but I think the money would be well spent. I'm sure
that the  men down at the store would be able to help us select some nice
things for it.  Just keep in mind that such things as it having a sizeable plug up
its fuck hole  isn't cheap either. So you think about working for me, and
perhaps there might  even be some instances where you could offer the slave and
perhaps even yourself  to barter  something."

By now, I was beginning to see some wheels in motion, when it came to Kevin
and  Ray. I didn't have time to think much more about it, after Kevin's dad
concluded; just for the fact that I was now getting another cock eased into my
mouth.

Time seemed to go by pretty quick, as Ray, Kevin and Kevin's father were
heading  up the outside stairs; to have a private talk by the pool. Most of the
men left  the dungeon for parts unknown, leaving me with Master  Ryan.

"Just this once, I'll offer you a choice of discipline for allowing your
teeth  to make contact with my cock", said Master Ray in a rather 'friendly sort
of  way.

I had not even considered being offered a 'choice'; which caused me to
hesitate  to long, which ended up with Master Ryan choosing to use one of the
leather  straps.

I suppose that I should have been thankful that I wasn't attached to the X
frame; as I only had to assume the 'presentation' posture to expose my butt.

'Count each and every one of your lessons slave, least I have to start over
from  the  beginning."

By the seventh strike on my butt, tears were flowing freely, my ass stung
like  all hell and I was barely able to get out the word, 'eight'. Master Ryan
was  wailing my ass good. I guess what I'd heard about how he professed himself
at  the 'club' was true. I don't believe he felt the smallest amount of
remorse; but  I'm sure he felt power, and lots of  it.

After the leather had made its last contact with my ass, Master Ryan simply
used  his foot to push me flat onto the foam pad. He stood over me for a few
minutes  before commanding me to kneel; which I did instantly, fearing another
session  with the leather strop.

By the time Ryan had sat himself down right in front of me, I could see that
his  entire facial expressions and his demeanor had done a one-eighty. He held
my  face, under my chin; making sure that he had my undivided attention, as
his eyes  seemed to permeate my brain's thought  process.

I was, how you say, shocked when he began to speak. "Bill, I just don't
understand you all that well yet", he started off. "I have so many feelings for
you I don't know how to handle them. At times I love you and at times I loathe
you. But, as things are now; there doesn't seem to be any reason for you to
give  a fuck, just so long as you listen and obey me. You'll do everything that
I ask  of you and you'll never question why or challenge my authority. If you
do these  things, like a good 'boy', then your life won't really be much
different than it  was before you left on vacation. Of course you'll look
different, feel different  and hopefully have a different outlook on life; but if all
goes well, you'll  even have a job outside of home. I've a friend that owns
and operates an  established dry cleaning business and he's agreed to hire you
but only after  you've been tamed and are not a danger to others. He is not in
a big hurry to  put you to work, just so long as when you do start; you work
hard and keep your  nose clean. I think he mentioned something about you
operating a steam press in  the rear of the store; which will allow you to remain
properly clothed in your  nakedness and he's even going to have a special
attachment added to the machine  which will allow you to work a full day without
even leaving your machine. You  will eat, piss and work at the same place each
day. There won't be any need for  you to take a break, use the toilet or sit
down to eat. I think it's a fair job  for someone like you. It will help build
character and after work, you will be  thankful for having a nice place to call
home. But we'll work out the small  details later, once you're slated to be
removed from  here."


Not that I was expecting anything at all from Master Ryan, but he sure wasn't
 painting a pretty picture... so far. My ass continued to burn and my rings
unwaveringly reminded me that they were now a part of  me.

I wasn't sure whether or not Master Ryan expected a response from me; but I
didn't utter a single word; as he  continued.

"Now then; I need you to think of a way, several ways, in which I can explain
 your current situation to family and friends. It's not that I couldn't just
as  easily come right out and tell them about you, but just for the sake of
keeping  peace in the family, we'd better have something more concrete, profound
than  just the simple  truth."

Now I ask you, what is better than the truth; simple or not? But, since he'd
given me the task of coming up with a relatively easy solution, I'd take my
time  thinking about it; just to make Master Ryan  happy.

I watched, still maintaining my composure, while Master Ryan scooted himself
even closer to me. Eventually his crotch was just outside my arms, directly
beneath my face. I felt his hands gently begin to push my head down towards
his  manhood.

"I don't need you to suck my cock, 'boy'; I just need the sweat licked from
my  nuts. There will be plenty of days, weeks and months ahead for your lips to
 savor my majestic cock", all said in a soft and rather understanding  voice.

Once again I found myself struggling to pull down Master Ryan's zipper, but
eventually I succeeded and used my lips to extract his hairy, well
proportioned  scrotum. I went right to work licking them; noticing how sweet they tasted
and  smelled like a bed of flowers. Ryan even managed to lean back, placing
his hands  behind himself on the mat; which gave me even more maneuverability
while  cleaning  him.

I must have been doing a good job, just for the simple fact that Master
Ryan's  cock was soon bouncing against my face. Weird I must say, but if I had a
choice  in the matter, I'd have rather sucked his cock, just to taste the sweet,
creamy  textured milk from  within.

I distinctly heard the 'pitter-patter' of small feet and it wasnâ^À^Ùt long
before I  realized that Master's two dogs had joined us. I moaned the instant one
of their  tongues began to lick around my butt  plug.

"Oh so you like dogs, do you?" asked Master Ryan. "I suppose these two have
seen  their fair share of naked men and boys, just like you. I've heard rumors
that  some of the 'boys' even get to feel the full force of these animals.
Now, don't  tell me that you'd like to be categorized as an 'animal boy'."

I was dismayed and shocked to even think that Master Ryan would even consider
 that I would like dog sex. "Sir, NO SIR!" I belted out, after raising myself
up  from his saliva covered nuts. I no sooner had said the word 'sir'; and
realized  it should have been 'master'.
I could  see the look of disappointment in Ryan's eyes; but my attention was
quickly  averted back to Master Ryan's scrotal sac just as one of the dogs
took my place  and began licking away all of my saliva. Master Ryan laughed for a
moment,  before yelling at the beast to leave his nuts alone. Then I was told
to get my  mouth and tongue back to work; which only sickened me, having to
taste canine  saliva.

Master Ryan had changed his posture ever so slightly and was now resting his
torso on his elbows, using his hands to gently massage my head. By now both
dogs  were sniffing and licking me, which I had to ward off the emotional
baggage that  they  presented.

I guess Master Ryan couldn't hold out any longer as he lifted my head and
presented his staff to my lips. Even at his young age, I knew that he wasn't
going to be able to have an ejaculation all that soon after having one just a
little while ago; but I didnâ^À^Ùt care, for having your brother's cock in your
mouth, seemed like the right thing to be  doing.

I could only ponder any idea that I may have had about mutual sex. Am I not
going to be getting any relief from my days and days of abuse and sexual
torment? I could, most times, feel the discomfort in my cock as it tried and
tried again to erect. The freshly cut skin, always bringing me to a 'certain'
level of pain, that I somehow just couldn't  transcend.

I enjoyed Master Ryan's cock for a little more time, as the dogs had scurried
 back upstairs and all was quiet; with the exception of Ryan's soft gentle
moans  and whispers that were so faint that I couldn't understand a single  word.

Eventually Master Ryan commanded my mouth away from his cock, yet to spill a
second load of  seed.

The next thing I'm told is that we also are going to join the others outside.
 What really took me by surprise was when Master Ryan so carefully removed my
 butt plug before we left Master Troy's dungeon. The gush of air that came
flooding into my hole was like a reprieve from hell. But the most intriguing
part of its removal was the amount of time, filled with compassion and caring
that Ryan spent to wipe clean any grease that was between my cheeks and the
words of praise he lauded upon me for being strong enough to withstand the anal
 stretching.  I guess the only word that I was still unsure of or should I
say naïve about was the word 'fisting'. I could feel every millimeter of Master
 Ryan's fingers as they traced over the ridge of my now swollen and puffy
'ass  lips'. It was a feeling that sent shivers of excitement and raw emotion to
my  thought  process.

"Time to join the others and see what they're up to", came the cheerful words
of  my Master, as we  turned, he walking and me crawling close behind; both
now  inhaling the fresh, invigorating air of the outdoors.

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