Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2006 08:12:57 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 26

This story is (C)Copyright 2006, by TM. All World Wide Rights Reserved.
This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior
written permission.

North Country  Chapter Twenty  Six


It wasn't until we got closer to home, before I began to think of the past,
present and the future. Odd as it seemed, at first I wasn't to worried about
going  home.

Passing all of the familiar landmarks, and other things that had always
brought  me so much peace of mind was a welcome relief. I had expected Master Ryan
to  bring up the absence of Paul, but the topic never came up until we had
gotten  home.

As the car slowed down, turning into the covered parking of the building I
began  to imagine that I was driving; probably because Ryan was maneuvering the
car in  the identical same manner as I would have been  doing.

With the car now parked in the assigned location, Master Ryan was quick to
get  out from behind the steering wheel. I watched as he went into the trunk of
the  car and retrieved a flimsy pair of nylon running shorts; which he tossed
into  the back; telling me that I could either wear them or go upstairs in the
 nude.

I slid the shorts on, but I was still rather exposed to the outside world and
 with my large rings and naked scalp I knew that I'd be an oddity to say the
least.

"You can take the elevator with your Master, or you can take the stairs; the
choice is yours", Master Ryan said with a calming tone in his  voice.

I slid out of the car and stood, looking around to see if in fact we were
alone.  Thankfully that was the case, and as Master Ryan locked a short length of
chain  to my ankle cuffs I continued to scan the area for any of the tenants
of my  building. Probably due to the hour of night, with tomorrow a workday;
not a  single soul was coming or going from the  garage.

Master Ryan started to walk towards the elevator, but I opted for the stairs.
It  could have been a relatively easy thing for me to do, but to turn and run
away  was not something that I felt compelled to do; at least not at this
time.

I was already making my way up the stairs, and I was sort of hoping that
Master  Ryan would be there by the time I'd climbed the four flights of steps.

I reached the floor before Master Ryan did, so I quickly as possible made my
way  to the door to my condo. Another blessing from above, as not a soul was
to be  seen. By the time Master Ryan arrived with the key, I was more than
anxious to  step inside; not just to evade any of my neighbors, but to see just
how much  things had changed in the month that I'd been  gone.

Once inside my home, I quickly discovered that my initial impression was one
of  relief. Nothing appeared, on the surface, to have been removed,
re-arranged or  in disrepair; at least not in the living room. I did however see several
large  steel rings embedded in the walls, close to the floor. Other than
that,  everything was as it should have been; allowing me to sense a small amount
of  relief.

Ryan seemed to sense my reaction and was quick to tell me that he 'wasn't all
 that bad as a brother, a person or even a Master'. Then it felt as if I was
being given a guided tour through my own home.

Even the bedroom was the same, with the ever present steel rings arranged
throughout. Master Ryan went over to the bed, reaching underneath and without
any effort pulled out a small, twin sized, mattress; informing me that it would
 be my resting place unless I was needed in the bed, to pleasure my  Master.

The second bedroom was the shocker, as it had once been arranged and filled
with  some very nice, old furniture; which had made it into a very nice guest
bedroom  at one  time.

In place of the bed, was now a sling; hung from the ceiling with four quite
substantial chains. There was also one of those padded kneeling sawhorse
things,  just like there had been at Master Troy's home. The closet had been
emptied of  all of the things which I had stored there; and was now host to a rather
 substantial assortment of items, some of which I  recognized.

When we went into the kitchen area, most everything was the same, except for
the  table, which had been moved; allowing my space for more than just one
person.  Against the wall, sitting on the floor, were two large glazed clay
bowls. One  was filled with water and the other sat empty; but what was obvious to
the naked  eye was the word "SLAVE" on each of  them.

Being as it was really late, Master decided to 'call it a night' and said
that  'we' would continue the house rules in the  morning.

I had honestly expected to sleep on the floor, but pleasantly surprised when
I  was told to climb into the bed. Once I'd gotten comfortable on the bed,
Master  Ryan swiftly removed a length of chain from beneath and snapped it in
place on  one of my ankle  cuffs.

Watching Master undress was a rather different experience for me; as he just
simply let his clothes fall to the floor, without any regard to their value.
His  body seemed to be even more alluring than what I remembered from being
out at  Master Troy's and the obvious erection held tightly behind his pale blue
undies  was, how should I say, breath  taking.

Surprised that he didn't remove his undies, but never the less sort of glad;
I  lay still as Master slid himself into the bed and came to rest close to me.
Just  before he turned off the light on the night stand, Master pushed the
sleep  button on the radio; filling the room with soft, relaxing music. I was
pleased  to note that Master apparently liked some of the same music that I used
to  listen to before falling  asleep.

Master turned, in my direction with his face close to mine and began speaking
of  the days ahead. Between his soft voice and the music I was becoming much
more at  ease with myself and the situation; that I found myself absorbing
each and every  one of his words. I was happy to hear that Master had scheduled a
week of  vacation, in order to spend, as he said, "quality and quantity time
with my new  boy".

The bed felt so good, as weeks of nothing more than a hard floor and that
darn  foam pad; that I almost forgot how I'd arrived in this predicament.
However,  Master's soothing words were now accompanied by his hand rubbing small
circles  on different parts of my torso. Every once in awhile his hand would take
hold of  my cock cage and move it in such a manner as to cause me a brief
moment of  discomfort, but not such that I made a single  sound.

Before long Master had worked himself up into what one might describe as a
'sexual frenzy', as he began nibbling my nipples while avoiding the steel
rings.  From my chest he went directly to my cock; and using his tongue to dart in
between the steel pieces, which started to arouse my cock.

That's when, for the first 'real' time, that I felt my cock trying to erect
within the confines of it's cage; which began to cause a great deal of
discomfort. The more it tried to stiffen, the more it hurt and with the Prince
Albert entwined in the cage, the head of my cock seemed to be getting pulled
harder and harder against the steel. Even my nuts began to ache, as they too
reacted to Master's  tongue.

The only way I could see myself getting any relief was to find a way to
distract  Master from his activity, and I kinda already knew that it wasn't going
to be  one of those times where I could simply pull out my butt plug and beg
him to  fuck  me.

I slowly eased myself over onto my side, so that I was facing him; and used
my  hands to carefully play with the waistband of his undies. I thought that
perhaps  if I voluntarily reciprocated, Master might just move his mouth away
from my  trapped cock.

Detecting my movements, Master eased himself up from the mattress so that I
could slide his undies down which immediately freed up his cock. Just holding
it  in my hand, sent waves of excitement throughout my entire body. I'm really
not  sure why, nor did I honestly want to know, but the excitement, thrill
and feel  of the moment was just something that I would remember for a long time
to  come.

My intuitions prevailed, as Master slowly brought himself away from my cock;
as  he now lay prone on the mattress. I tried to imagine myself laying
alongside of  a female, but the thrill wasn't there. The more I massaged Master's
cock and  balls the more I began to feel as if this was now the 'normal' feeling
I'd be  experiencing.

My mouth began to lick at Master's nipples, before my tongue found his mouth
in  the darkness of the room; and then the two mouths became as one.

Master toyed with my head, holding it firm against his lips as his tongue
began  snaking in and out of my mouth. Astonishingly enough, my cock kept
responding;  but my brain was telling me to ignore the sensations inside of the cage.


As we broke apart, my mouth then found it's way to Master's balls and that is
 where the night turned into something of a mutual lust fest. I needed Master
and  Master needed relief and release; which came some time  later.

When I woke up, the bed was empty and I could hear Master in the kitchen. The
 sun had barely begun to rise over the horizon; but after the night I had
just  experienced, I could hardly wait to see what this day would bring. My body
and  mind seemed to have rejuvenated enough so that my thought process was
functioning rather well.

Still chained to the bed, I eased myself from the mattress and quickly, yet
quietly, began to make the bed; in another attempt to prove my worthiness to
my  Master.

By the time Master came in, the bed was made and I was kneeling at the foot
of  the bed in the proper position, one befitting a slave greeting his  master.

I was pleased that Master unlocked the chain from my ankle as he announced
that  my meal was prepared and  waiting.

Crawling into the kitchen, with its bright lights, I discovered that Master
had  already eaten his meal and that mine was in my slave dish; with steam
still  rising slowly from its  contents.

Once I finished eating, Master sat at the table, requesting a cup of coffee;
which allowed me to stand, as I poured and served it. While Master had his
coffee, I washed, dried and put away the dishes and pans used for the meal.

The next part of the morning had gone exactly as it had at Master Troy's
home.  The only difference was that I was allowed to squat over the commode to
expel  any liquids and ass slime.

There were a few quirks when it came time to bath Master, but nothing that I
couldn't handle and it went very well; including Master using me as his
urinal  while the warm water cascaded down his muscular  frame.

I learned that Paul had required more in his life than Master Ryan could
possibly have the time to give him; so Paul had agreed to be trained by Masters
Troy and Jeb; until such time whereby they would locate a suitable owner for
him.  Apparently Paul wanted, needed and even desired to surrender himself
completely to a life of servitude.  The man must have some sort of  masochistic
drive deep within his  soul.

I also learned that Master had many friends, most of whom I'd be seeing
during  the course of the week, if not at one of the clubs that Master frequented
on a  Saturday night.

Until I could memorize each and every detail of my physical duties around the
 house, Master had them printed out and taped to the inside of the closet
door in  the room where the sling was.  There wasn't any task that I wasn't
familiar  with, just that the chores were done on days and at times that I wasn't
accustomed to.

I also learned that if I was to be left home, alone, that I would be chained
to  one of the many steel rings which he had embedded in strategic locations
throughout the  house.

It seemed strange at first, seeing a clock; as I'd not seen one in weeks, but
 now that I was home, the telling of time would be of great importance in the
 days ahead. What was even stranger was the time right after the noon meal,
when  Master turned on the television and I was allowed to sit at his feet and
watch;  as the news of current events  unfolded.

Apparently there was much that I had to catch up on, but when I think back on
 it; knowing what the current events are, doesn't seem to play a part of my
life  anymore.

I actually dozed off, with my head coming to rest against Master's leg. When
I  woke, I noticed that even Master had, himself, fallen asleep. I took the
opportunity to crawl into the bathroom and empty my bladder, by straddling the
toilet, backwards, with the seat up. By the time I had gotten back to the
sofa,  Master was awake and requiring a cold drink, to quench his thirst.  The
good thing about performing tasks, was the simple joy I got from not having to
crawl around.

In the back of my mind, I knew and expected the 'other shoe to fall'; as I
had  come to learn of Ryan's two distinct, highly recognizable,  personalities.

Interestingly enough, I found myself crawling behind Master each and every
time  he would go into a different room. I didn't have to be told to do it, but
I  suppose it was the training I'd gotten that caused me to follow along like
the  family  pet.

It felt almost as if Master was testing my abilities, as he'd often stop in
mid-step and turn around to face me. I'd have to stop suddenly, which would
put  my head just underneath his crotch. If he stood for more than a few
seconds, I  knew exactly what he was expecting; and each time I would use my teeth to
pull  down his zipper and extract his cock. Most of the time Master would
only pause  long enough for me to kiss the head of it, but once or twice during
the  afternoon he would linger long enough for me to get his cock into my mouth
for a  scant minute or two. Each time that I performed well, Master was
always  thoughtful and appreciative of my desire to please, by saying "good boy,
good  boy".

After the evening meal and with the kitchen in tip-top shape I went into the
living room, and found Master sitting in the leather recliner with his legs
spread wide. "Here boy, come here boy", Master called out and I dutifully
crawled in between his legs.

At first I thought that he wanted me to remove his cock, but instead; Master
simply had me lay my head on his lap. He stroked my head and shoulders just
as  if I was his pet pooch.

Just about the time that the evening news was over, the door bell sounded;
sending a wave of fear through my body. "Go boy, go answer the door like a
proper slave", Master commanded in a gentle tone, which seemed to reassure  me.

I was more scared that whomever it was at the door was one of my neighbors or
 perhaps even one of the few females I'd dated in the past. I struggled to
remember the proper protocol for answering a door, as it was my first time in
doing so; but it quickly came to  mind.

As I stood, with my hand on the door knob, I felt my cock reacting to the
moment. Bad enough that my cock cage always stuck straight out, away from my
body, but having my dick actually get excited about answering the door was a bit
 to  much.

I opened the door hastily, with just a small amount of sweat visible on my
face;  and was pleased to see that whoever this man was; wasn't someone I knew.
I  closed the door immediately after he'd entered and dropped to my knees,
placing  my forehead on the floor.  The gentleman didn't say anything or do
anything  to me, as he moved toward Master, who was now standing and welcoming his
 guest.
After several minutes of kneeling, the door bell sounded again and I looked
and  listened for instruction from Master. There was  none.

I quickly stood and eased the door open, one more time; and yet again there
was  a total stranger standing there. I let the man enter and before I could
close  the door; two more men came scurrying in.  There were greetings being
passed all around, as I knelt there wondering what or who these men were and why
 they were in my  home.

My questions were answered as Master came to me and clipped a rather long
leash  to my collar. He introduced me to all of his friends, which I had to greet
them  all by licking the tops of their boots and  shoes.

I was then sent into the kitchen to 'fetch' (as Master called it), beer for
his  friends. Once everyone had their beer, Master reached for the remote
control of  the television and right before my eyes, I was once again watching the
slide  show and video of my entire transformation. I guess you could safely
say that  not only did I feel embarrassed but I also felt greatly  humiliated.

As the men sat around watching the screen, Master passed the leash to one of
his  friends and I found myself moments later between the man's legs, sucking
his  cock until it sent forth its accumulation of sperm. One by one I serviced
each  of the cocks while they continued to watch the video; and I also had to
endure  their comments, which at times seemed rather  cruel.

After they had all apparently enjoyed watching my fall and resurrection, I
was  taken into the bathroom; where each of them drained their warm beer laden
piss  into my mouth. The last to use me was Master and I thought that perhaps
the day  was at a  close.

Coming out of the bathroom, I followed Master as he entered the room where
the  sling and other items were and I was quickly admonished by Master for the
speed  I used in trying to maintain a safe distance between the two of us. All
the  other men stood around, mostly leaning up against the walls, as Master
removed  his pants and mounted me from behind.

Master was kind, gentle and respectful; as he slowly thrust back and forth
into  my well stretched hole. I had no reason to think that the other men were
going  to fuck me and that was one thing that actually was fact. Only Master
fucked me;  as if he was doing so just to demonstrate to the others that he had
total  control over me.

I was able to dismiss, mentally, that the room had men in it; just
concentrating  on that feeling one gets while being fucked. I didn't want any thoughts
or  feelings flowing through my brain, other than the ones pertaining to my
Master  and his cock. My own cock responded, but as one would expect; there was
still no  relief for the amount of semen that I needed to  spill.
As  Master's body became rigid, I could feel his fingernails digging into my
flesh;  as he let out one long continuous growl, pumping string after string
of his  delicate seed into my body.  Moments later I was made to suck the slime
 from his cock as the others looked on; but not even that seemed to bother
me. I  was beginning to feel as if this was 'normal' and acceptable to the
world.

There were several of his friends who bid their farewells, making comp
limentary  comments to Master as they departed. The last man, who had been the first
to  arrive, was last to leave; and when he departed he made some kind of
statement  that almost sounded as if he said, ' see you at Lashes  Saturday'.

Had it not been for hearing the name of that particular club, I wouldn't have
 given any credence to the notion that Master had a mean streak in his entire
 body; but the reality of life set in and once more I became a lost soul unto
 myself.

Back in the bathroom, I bathed Master and then tended to my own needs. By the
 time I returned to the bedroom, Master was already under the covers and I
could  see that his eyes were watching me every second.

All he had to do was to point to the floor and I knew that this night was to
be  spent on the mattress, alone.  "Chain", was the only word Master spoke as
a  reminder to myself that I had to attach the chain and secure myself to the
bed.  I almost hesitated at the moment just before I locked the chain onto my
ankle,  but knowing that I was at least safe in my home was more than enough
to ease my  tension.

Master had the radio going before he turned off the bed side lamp and it
seemed  almost instantaneous that I fell into a deep, restful, relaxing sleep. My
night  was filled with dreams that were emotional, meaningful and
comprehensive. I was  safe at home, with my Master, with my brother, all for what felt
like something  that should have taken place years ago.

I wondered if I would feel the same way when the next tomorrow  came.


To Be Continued....


if you  would like to read more of this story and other stories by the
SanibelBoys go  to
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SanibelBoys
Just be sure that your  profile shows your 'adult' age ,no exceptions,
thanks,
marcus, trey and  billy