Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2006 12:50:28 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 34

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North Country Chapter Thirty  Seven



Master Ryan and Henry exchanged words, as I completed my task; and then Henry
 bid his farewell, leaving me and Master alone, for what I'd hope would be a
good  evening.

Tonight at supper, it was much like last night; Master eating normal human
food  and me stuck eating a half can of mushy Spam.

I thought Master would want to watch the DVD that Henry had left in the
machine,  but instead he went directly into my room and began sorting through the
last of  the items; putting them where He felt was proper. All I had to do was
kneel  there and absorb the situation. Master wasn't very talkative at all. He
did,  however, keep casting his eyes in my direction with a warm smile on his
 face.

I got to bathe Master, and I was really becoming enamored with doing that
part  of my job. I could easily tell that Master, too, was even more relaxed than
 usual, as my hands slid over every inch of his profoundly defined  body.

I had just figured that Master didn't want or need to discuss my day's
activities; nor those surrounding Henry's visit. It was all to clear to me, that
Master had placed a call to Henry and asked him to come over. And, I for one
was  thankful that he did. I couldn't have taken another beating from the
delivery  guy, let alone have to perform a sex act with  him.

When bedtime rolled around, I pulled my foam pad out from under the bed; but
was  told to put it away, as I'd be sleeping in the bed, with  Master.

It was during my `free time', that Master continued my education. He told me
so  much about every one of the group's members and how he and Uncle Cal had
seen  `eye to eye' on many topics. He even told me about Henry and how Henry
had  started off much in the same fashion as I was; but more over was the way
in  which Henry's two masters had elevated him to a higher status than just a
mere  slave. I listened, as Master told me how the three of them began to have
more  than just a master/slave relationship. I guess you could say that Henry
had  become a `member' of their family. Submissive, yes; but with a great
deal more  responsibility, than someone like  me.

During our talk Master repositioned himself so that the two of us were face
to  face. Master had one arm over my chest and the other arm and hand were busy
 massaging my, still exposed, cock and balls. I guess that perhaps Master
knew he  hadn't caged my cock nor had he bound my balls. It continued to feel
strange,  being free like that, but having an erection without being trapped
behind a  steel cage was nirvana.  I wanted Master to keep messing with my cock
and  balls so much so, that I even draped one of my legs over His legs;
entwining us  as  one.

Master contorted himself, just enough for him to reach into the night stand
and  take out those "special occasion' pliers; as my Master liked to call
them.  Fumbling ever so little, Master took the pliers and removed my Prince
Albert  ring; allowing my cock to now have TOTAL freedom. It sprang, hard, against
my  stomach and it brought an inner smile to my  soul.

I thought that I knew what was coming, and I was right. The soft and moist
lips  of Master began to encompass my shaft. It wasn't long before His mouth had
the  entire length of my cock engulfed in his mouth and throat. The feeling,
even  more than the first time He'd sucked my cock; was and still is beyond
words.

Before long, the two of us were sucking each others cock, while Master found
delight in twisting my butt plug. The combination of the two actions was
bringing ever so close to an orgasm.

I challenged myself to do something that I'd not ever done before. I moved
one  of my hands to Master's butt and began to slowly rub them; working ever so
gently towards His rectum.

I found that if concentrated on my actions, then perhaps my impending orgasm
would hold off for just a bit  longer.

Once my finger had found the `spot', I gently massaged over and around the
entire surface with just one finger. I heard Master, more than once, moan with
a  certain degree of pleasure and  acceptance.

Shaking, I gently eased my finger into Master's ass. I could feel it clinch
itself around my finger and then it began to pulsate, in rhythm with my
finger;  as I pushed it in further and began twisting it around slowly. I could also
feel  Master's hips move in unison with the rest of his body's reactions.

For the shortest time, I felt as if the two of us were one. One being, one
soul,  one purpose; the unbounded number, of  one.

The two of us, did in fact, have simultaneous orgasms. Both of our bodies'
arched, frozen in time, as our cocks erupted into each others  mouth.

For several minutes, we lay there breathless and emotionally drained. I wasn'
t  sure about Master; but as far as I was concerned, this experience was far
beyond  anything that I could have ever  imagined.

I tried to think of nothing but my Master. I wanted somehow for Him to know
that  I was falling in love with Him.  I sorta knew that He was, and had always
 been, in love with me in some way or another. Now the reality of life was
beginning to take shape, but I had to make sure that all of this is what I
really wanted, needed and desired. I wasn't going to rush into this, but I was
going to simply take all of this one day at a time.  I resolved myself, not  to
judge Master for his actions of discipline, nor His verbal, sometimes
demeaning, statements.  There had to be a method to His teachings and I  wanted to
learn all I could about this life and to regain all those lost years  that I
might have had with  Ryan.

We each could have used a good shower or bath, but instead we simply
re-positioned ourselves and lay in each others arms, in silence. Eventually, we  both
started kissing, which evolved into more `petting' and such.

I was fearful that the two of us would over sleep and Master would be late
for  work, but a quick glace at the clock showed that it was barely passed
midnight.  Six hours of sleep would suffice, for me; but I was unsure about my
Master.

Then, without as much as a word, Master moved.  He positioned himself
between my legs and I immediately thought that He was going to impale me with  his
manhood. Instead, Master twisted and pulled on my butt plug until it eased
itself  out.

After laying the grease laden plug on my chest, Master lifted both of my
legs,  forcing my feet towards my head. Instinctively, I reached up and held onto
my  ankles, just as I began to feel Master's fingers working their way into
me.

Time, lots of time, passed; before Master removed his hand and half of His
forearm from my body. I couldn't begin to tell you how being fisted by my
Master  affected me.  Just the mental `high' that I was on should have sufficed,
but every fiber in my body was reacting to His touch, His scent, His
overpowering dominance. I suppose you might say that I felt like `a kid in a  candy
store'.

Fortunately, neither of us over slept. I didn't remember Master replacing my
butt plug, or my Prince Albert but he did. I was eager, this morning, to
please  Him.

Before He even got out of bed, I was on my knees along side the bed; awaiting
my  Master's golden nectar.
After  swallowing Master's sizeable amount of piss, I crawled quickly into
the kitchen  and made Him, His  breakfast.

All dressed for work, with an endearing smile on His face; Master sat in
silence  while He  ate.

Just before departing, Master quietly and calmly said, "Today will be the
same  as yesterday and the day before that. Keep yourself busy; meditate on your
new  life and the lives of all our friends.  I will allow you to watch the DVD
 from yesterday… Or you can choose to watch a half an hour of regular
television;  but only after your lunch is  over."

That said, Master left for work; leaving me with what I can only say was an
empty  heart.

I busied myself so much that I was even cleaning the light bulbs in the
house. I  was careful not to break any of Master's rules which He'd established.
Although  the two times I had to use the tub as my pissing place, took up time;
as I also  had to rinse my body off  afterwards.

Just like yesterday, I wasn't chained to the bolt. But I also was left
without  my cock cage. I wondered a great deal about the absence of the cage. I
began to  think that Master was having a little bit more faith in me, or perhaps
it was  that Master felt that I may have earned such. In either case, I felt
good, my  cock felt as good as could be expected, all things considered, and my
scrotum  felt emancipated.

Now, the only troubling thing remaining was … the delivery man. Would there
be  another such delivery  today?

My lunch wasn't near as bad as before. All I had to do, to get through lunch,
 was to think about last night.

With all of my chores done, including two small loads in and out of the
washer  and dryer; I thought about watching the thirty allotted minutes of
television.

After five minutes of television, my mind crept into that `dark space',
known as  the unseen DVD. I had to watch the  flick.

The first thing on the screen was the mayor's kid all laid out on the all too
 familiar table. He was bound from head to toe.
There, in  all his glory was Mr. Thomas; laying out the tray he uses for body
piercings. I  watched as the teen received piercings in places that I'd never
expected. There  was simply no way he'd ever make it through an airport
without setting off  countless  alarms.

Somehow, a pair of gloved hands came into the picture that was not those of
Mr.  Thomas. They were a lot smaller. In one of the hands there was a long, and
I  mean long, thin needle. Not only was I watching a sight never before seen,
but  my own cock was reacting as  well.

One of the gloved hands gently surrounded the teen's scrotum, easing the two
orbs down into the bottom of the sac. Using the remaining hand, which held
the  needle; to slowly, and with direction from Mr. Thomas, begin to penetrate
the  flesh of the teen's sac.

I would have thought, I'd hear a scream from the teen right away; but, as it
turned out the scream came after about a half inch of the needle was pushed
into  the kid's right nut. My own dick flinched, now fully  erect.

Briefly I imagined that all of this was a magic trick, until I heard another
blood boiling scream and watched as the needle exited the teen's scrotum on
the  opposite side.  You could plainly see the kid's chest rise and fall, as he
 gasped for air in between the waves of  pain.

As if that wasn't the weirdest thing to watch, the next thing on the
television  was the teen's face; now smiling and laughing at his recent experience.
Another,  much like Paul, masochist.

The next image on the screen was half a face. I knew that it was Kevin's face
I  was  seeing.

One dick after another entered his mouth, releasing copious amounts of hot
piss;  which he was unable to swallow it  all.

The last cock to enter Kevin's mouth was equally as familiar. It belonged to
Ray. I watched as Ray seemed to not be pissing in Kevin's mouth. It was
strange  to see it all disappear into a mouth flaccid and moments later become
stiff, as  Kevin started to gag a little  bit.

Although the camera stayed right there on the blowjob, the lens pulled back
and  afforded me a much broader view. I could see many pairs of legs, but no
faces. I  tried to count the legs, and came to the conclusion that there were
more people  there than I could think of names to put with them. While I watched
the video, I  also strained to hear the voices in the background.  What I
learned from  the voices was that the mayor's son was now going to be a full time
member of  Master Troy's and Master Jeb's household. I guess if I didn't
have my Master to  take care of, then I perhaps wouldn't mind living with two
Masters and of course  Henry.

Some voices, seemed to be encouraging Ray to face fuck his lover, instead of
the  slow methodical rhythm he was pacing himself at. I watched, with even
greater  interest as Ray took hold of Kevin's head and pulled him closer; now
with his  cock completely choking off Kevin's normal air supply. Kevin's arms
flailed  around, and he began hitting Ray's legs with all his strength.  An
enormous  scream from Ray and he unloaded his seed into Kevin's mouth and throat.
There  was uproar of applause and kudos for Ray and a few familiar (less
appreciative)  remarks made to Kevin.

I felt sorry for Kevin, having to hear those words; but there wasn't a thing
that I could do, let alone be there to comfort  him.

As the video returned to the other teen, I was able to pick out a few other
relatively easy sentences.  It appears that Paul was now to be called  `cuntboy
', and the mayor's boy was to be called `pigslave'. Two appropriate  words
for two deserving lads, but who am I to  judge.

It was also reaffirmed that `cuntboy' was to be transferred to Uncle Cal,
some  time on Saturday.  So for three days, he'd have to stay with Master's
Troy  and Jeb; along with `pigslave'. With me hearing that, I didn't have to
worry;  should I slip up and mention it, knowing that Henry had sworn me to
secrecy.

Just a the video stopped, I looked at the clock and saw where I was flirting,
 once again, with  disaster.

First, and foremost, I was blessed that there wasn't a `delivery' today.  I
made quick work of my cleaning and my bath; being sure that I cleaned up the
bathroom after I was finished.

Something, I'm now sure what, came over me; as I made my way back into the
living room and locked myself to the chain. Not only that; but I also knelt on
all fours making sure to keep my forehead pressed against the floor and my
butt  facing the front door.

Master was pleased and excited to see His `boy' all cleaned and respectfully
 waiting His arrival. He paraded around me, as if he was inspecting a car or
something, but I knew deep down that Master was only doing it so that He
could  please Himself with his `boy'. That made me feel real warm inside, as I
inhaled  his  manliness.

After dinner, Master seemed to have something on His mind, and I was getting
better at deciphering my Master's moods and  looks.

`You know `boy', that last night we didn't discuss what if anything you had
done  improperly or worse yet failed to do."  Master spoke with a hint of
respect  in His voice, as He continued. "Is there something which you feel that
Master  needs to  know?"

A short, yet calculated pause came while I thought back to yesterday. I knew
that I couldn't lie to Master; so I obediently informed Him of every one of
my  transgressions.

I knew what to expect. I just knew that I'd be getting a good thrashing.
Master  seemed satisfied with my confession and went, by Himself, to my  room.

A few minutes later, Master called for me. I entered my room and noticed that
 the `net' was now laying on the floor. I was ordered to stand in the middle
of  the net, with my arms at my  side.

The next thing I know, Master is pulling on the ropes and the net is
surrounding  my body. The more He pulled, the tighter the net became, and eventually
the net  had me trapped inside, unable to move a muscle.

I could see Master re-assign his hands to the ropes, as he pulled on them
some  more.  The net was now squeezing me like sardines in a can, but was worse;
was that I was now at least a foot off of the  floor.

"Sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite", Master said as He turned off
the  light and closed the door behind  himself.

Now I was experiencing, first hand, the `net'; which I'd previously seen but
 hadn't a clue as to its use. There was simply no way that I could see myself
 sleeping like this.

Time passed slowly, as the hours ticked away. I'm pretty sure that I didn't
fall  asleep, but I can't be certain of that. But, when the lights came on and
Master  stood in front of me I realized that I must have dozed  off.

Master was already dressed for work; he'd already eaten and was ready to head
 out the door, as he lowered me to the floor. I lay there slumped like a sack
of  Idaho potatoes.  My first thoughts were of my full bladder, as Master
pulled the netting away and kissed me.

I was left to deal with a series of raw emotions and feelings for the rest of
 the day. But, every time, that I found myself getting down in the dumps; one
 quick thought about Master Ryan, and I perked right up.

The major part of the day was like all the others and after dinner, Master
abruptly asked if I was up for another night at "Lashes".  I simply told  Him
that if going there this coming Friday would please Him, then we should  go.

I expected Him to say that we'd be going, but instead He said that we'd most
 likely go Saturday night, after the cookout at mom and dad's.

It was the first time in what seemed like an eternity, but Master allowed me
to  watch television with Him. I sat on the floor, between Master's powerful
legs  and watched with interest the shows which seemed to make Master  laugh.

I was allowed to sleep on my mat, this particular night, and it felt great. I
 have to admit that I'd hoped for another night in the bed with Master, but
for  some reason, Master opted not to beckon me to His  bed.

By the time Friday night rolled around, Master could detect that I was
starting  to be concerned about the `family get together'.  I couldn't seem to
concentrate on any one particular thing for very long; not even the shows on
television.

However, on this one night, I was called to Master's bed. It was pretty much
like the last time we slept together; except this time, it was me who seemed
to  be taking advantage of the `free time' and asked a series of questions;
to which  Master answered promptly and honestly.

The one thing that came from nowhere was when Master had mounted me and I
reached up and pulled His head close to my own and whispered, "Master, I think I
 love  you".

"Yes, `baby' I think you do too, and your Master loves you also", were the
only  words that Ryan spoke before we found ourselves ravaging each others
mouth with  our  tongues.

We slept late on Saturday morning, getting up around ten or a little after.
There wasn't any rush to do much of anything, so I spent a little more time
than  normal bathing Master. There wasn't any housework to do, so it was almost
what I  used to call a `lazy day' around the  house.

Master even took time to go down and get a newspaper and while he read it, I
knelt by His side, just in case He wanted or needed me.  I'd come a long
way, and felt that as each day passed, I was feeling better about myself and my
feelings towards my Master.  Sure, I could have perhaps seen this coming
years ago, but I didn't. Time was precious then, and my school work seemed to
have consumed my  years.

In no time, right after our noon meal, Master had me in my bathroom; cleaning
me  Himself. He seemed to be taking extra time, cleaning every orifice of my
body,  shaving me down so I was proper in His eyes and He even went as far as
putting  my cock cage back on; which I felt perplexed about. Thankfully Master
only used  one stick of grease; which allowed me not to feel so  `full'.

Master showered by Himself and dressed Himself; before going into His dresser
 and tossing me a pair of shorts and one of his tank tops. "If it were any
place  else, other than going to mom and dad's place; you'd go properly dressed
and not  as some freak of nature wearing shorts and a shirt like that",
Master said with  a hint of sarcasm in His  voice.

The shorts were way to small for me and my cock cage bulged out like a hot
dog  in a hamburger roll. The tank top was so tight that my nipple rings pressed
 outward like a tit on a pregnant  dog.

Satisfied, after one final inspection; Master led the way out of the condo; I
 was awe struck that Master had decided to take the elevator down to the
parking  garage……

To Be Continued…


North Country Chapter Thirty  Eight...


I began to get a little nervous as the car pulled onto our parents'  street.
Three short blocks until I had to face my mom for the first time  in over a
month. I attempted, the best I could, to conceal any indication that I  was
nervous; but my incessant staring out the window was a dead give  away.

I had no idea what time the dinner was to begin, but I knew from looking at
the  clock in the dashboard that we were arriving pretty darn early. There wasn'
t  another vehicle parked anywhere on the street, as Master Ryan wheeled His
car  into the  driveway.

I didn't flinch a muscle as the motor ceased to run; nor as Master Ryan began
 speaking to  me.

"I don't know what to expect `baby', but if I was a betting man; I'd
probably  assume that dad has already said a lot to mom about you. You know how mom
is;  always questioning things and until she gets the answer, she never lets
up. So I  wouldn't be all in a `bunch' over it. Besides, our friends should be
here pretty  soon and that will give mom something to bother over. So put a
smile on that  pretty face of yours and let's get  inside."

Slowly opening the door, I looked all around the area to see if anyone was
outside; who could possibly see me. Thankfully the coast was clean and I walked
 rather quickly up onto the front porch and lightly knocked on the door; with
 Master standing right behind  me.

"Well look who's here", dad said with a smile and a jovial tone in his
voice.  "Come in, come in; your mother is in the kitchen and she has been in a tiff
all  morning waiting to see  you."

"Thank you Sir", I calmly replied; as I walked passed dad, heading towards
the  kitchen. I wanted and needed to get this initial shock over with just as
soon as  possible.

"Hi mom", I said; as she turned away from the stove. Her hands went to her
mouth; apparently trying to hide her expression, but she soon ran up to me and
 gave me a big hug and  kiss.

"You two", mom said; pointing to Master and dad, "go right on outside there
and  let me have my own time with my  Billy."
I  watched in silence as dad and Ryan made their way out to the backyard,
without  as much as saying one single  word.

Mom returned to the stove, and I moved over by the sink; looking out the
window  at dad and Master; who were now seated and sipping on cold beers. I'd
almost  forgotten how nice it had been to come home for a weekend and have a
family get  together and a  cookout.

Mom began talking, while she stirred something in one of her large cast iron
pots, and from the scent of it I could ascertain that it was one of my all
time  favorite foods; home made baked beans with just a hint of jalapeño.

I moved over to her and put my hands on her shoulders as she stirred the pot
of  beans and talked at the same time. Finally she put the lid back on and we
both  sat down at the small kitchen table for what would turn out to be a most
 revealing talk; between mother and  son.

By the time our little `chat' was over, she learned about everything and
every  one. I left out the graphic details, but she learned of my rape and how I
was  forced to succumb to the wants of other men. I even got to express my
feelings  about myself and Ryan.  I was, for the most part, shaken by her
comment,  near the end; that she'd suspected that I was gay many, many years ago.

It sounded as if mom, was going to look into the matter of my trip to Maine
and  I for one, wasn't about to tell her to just drop it. She was most
supportive of  my feelings towards Ryan, but she wasn't so sure that such a
relationship  between brothers was a `good thing'. Mom always used that term, `good
thing', to  signal us kids that she had reservations about approving something we
wanted to  do.

Her support from me was never going to fade, as she offered me any and all
comforts that she could provide. I wasn't expecting her to be so amicable
towards everything. She of course didn't approve of the absence of hair, the  body
piercings and most of all she despised the clothes that I was wearing.

We were still talking, as my Master entered the kitchen; "I think I just
heard  one of the guys pull into the driveway; so go let them in." Mom looked at
me, as  if there was something wrong with the way I was just ordered to answer
the door.  I really had no other option as I replied, "Yes  Master".

I wasn't even to the front door and I heard mom light into Master about the
way  he was treating me; but then once Master began to speak softly, their
brief, but  concise, conversation took on a completely different  aspect.

When I opened the front door, there stood Masters Jeb and Troy. Henry was
standing behind them, with a noticeable smile on his  face.

Without saying a word, both Masters just looked at me, as if disgraced by
either  my appearance or behavior. I wasn't sure which, but I really didn't
concern  myself with their demeanor.  I just stepped back and allowed them to pass
 by me and make their way towards Master Ryan who was now coming to greet
them.

Henry, on the other hand, patted my shoulder as he made his way towards his
two  masters. I was slowly beginning to like Henry, his lifestyle and even his
mannerisms the more I saw of  him.

Master Ryan directed His friends to the backyard, as Henry and I made our way
 back into the kitchen; whereby I introduced him to mom. She took an instant
liking to him and him to her; as do most people that meet mom. She offered us
 both a cold drink as we sat down at the table, of one of my mom's infamous  `
grilling' sessions.  Henry took it all in stride and answered mom's
questions, making sure to omit the more graphic parts. I could tell that mom was
becoming more comfortable around Henry and myself the more she heard. Even
though she knew of Ryan's orientation, she had never really spoke to him about  it;
for what ever reason, but at least now she was getting a crash course in gay
men. She even made me feel more comfortable in my own skin, but I still had
to  guard my responses to any and all of her  questions.

Once more a knock on the door, and I was up and making my way to open the
door;  to discover that Uncle Cal had arrived. He was by himself, and he seemed a
lot  different now, than I had remembered him; probably because I now knew of
his  `tainted' lifestyle.  As he walked towards mom, who had come to greet
him;  all I could think about was how much I'd heard about how Uncle Cal
enjoyed  seeing slave boys mounted by animals, which sent a chill down my  spine.

"I guess that everyone who's coming has arrived", mom said to me, as she
reached  for my hand and returned me to the  kitchen.

Henry and I were instantly put to work, taking things outside to the others.
Mom  made sure that the two of us kept busy and out of the way of all the
others. I  sorta felt as if she was trying to protect me from  everyone.

Henry even helped mom with some of the food preparations as I was delegated
the  job of setting the two picnic  tables.

Every minute I was outside, I could feel everyone's, including dad's, eyes
on  me. The one time that I had come close to Uncle Cal, he made sure to reach
out  and grab hold of my caged cock; smirking and making a crude comment about
how  "all boys need to keep their nasty dicks behind  bars".

Dad and Master Ryan began cooking the meat on the grill, as Henry and I made
sure that all of the men had plenty of cold refreshments to consume. Mom had
come out and was sitting nearby on one of the chaise loungers which
surrounded  the back yard.  I think mom was, herself, becoming more intone with Master
Ryan's friends as she began to converse with them from time to time. Was all
this beneficial to mom? I hoped so, and I really thought it was enlightening
for  her and dad to be around gay sons and their  `friends'.

Me and Henry served all the men their food, including mom who was now seated
between Uncle Cal and Troy at one of the picnic tables. The men seemed to be
including mom in their discussion; to which mom appeared  pleased.

It wasn't until all had finished eating, and I had cleaned up after them; and
 Henry had washed and dried all the pots, pans and dishes that the two of us
got  to eat.

Odd, weird, strange; were the feelings and thoughts that flashed through my
head  as I sat at the kitchen table for my dinner, alongside Henry.  Mom sat
and  continued her twenty questions while we ate, and I know she could tell that
I  wasn't to comfortable sitting at the table. It wasn't until Henry
commented, "we  don't normally get the opportunity to eat while sitting", that I
felt a little  more comfortable. Thankfully mom was spared the knowledge of
exactly how I  normally  ate.

In the deepest recesses of my brain, I could only wonder what the men had
been  talking about all this time. Maybe it was just my imagination, but if the
topic  of slaves and `boys' hadn't been a part of it, then I would be greatly
relieved.

However, with mom out of the way, I'm sure that there were some hardcore
discussions not only about gay sex, but on slaves and `boys' in general. I tried
 not to imagine that my father was to naïve about gays and sex, but that he
was  in tune with such things; considering that he and Uncle Cal were related
and  all.

When it came time to go, mom seemed a little sad; but I assured her that we
would see her often and not to worry about me.  She gave Henry a big hug  and
kiss, but only shook hands with the others. I wonder to this day about  that.

Outside, I was confronted with my first real experience away from Master in
over  a week. I was told to sit in Uncle Cal's truck, while Master followed
behind in  a convoy, to the club. I was shocked to see `cuntboy' and pigslave'
in the back  of Master's Troy's SUV. From where I stood it looked like they
were chained  together at their collars. Looking back to Master's car, I noticed
a bare  chested man sitting in the front seat. I was to learn later that it
was Uncle  Cal's  partner.

All I could think about was that they'd all be sitting there for all this
time,  while the rest of us were inside eating, and enjoying the company of each
other.  Cruel, perhaps; proper behavior, most  likely.

Uncle Cal didn't say a word to me the entire trip. He made good use of every
single red light we had to stop at. He took off my shirt at the first light
and  began to twink my nipple rings. The second traffic light, saw the removal
of my  shorts; whereby Uncle Cal twisted, tugged and pulled harshly on my cock
cage. I  lost count of how many times he slapped my balls, and bit my  ear.

By the time we all pulled into the alley and made our way back to the parking
 spaces, there were already a number of other vehicles there. I spotted
several  pairs of men outside, rather obscurely attempting to hide their sexual
behavior  from  onlookers.

I remained inside of the truck, while Uncle Cal gathered around with the
other  men and before long my door was opened and Master Ryan was there with a
leash  for my collar. I vowed right then and there, that I wasn't going to make
Master  look or feel ashamed amongst the patrons inside. Afterall, this was a
joint  venture between Him and His friends; the purpose of which is to make
financial  gains.

>From the size of the crowd inside, I'd have to say that most of the patrons
had  walked to the bar; as the place was wall to wall male flesh, with only a
few  exceptions.

"You're going to help out behind the bar", Master said directly into my ear;
 overriding the sound of the music which seemed to be rather loud.

I was led over behind the bar, where two men were busy serving up cold
drinks,  coffee and small snacks. Every bar stool was occupied and the minute that I
 appeared behind the bar, it seemed as if even more men were pressing up to
get a  look.

I was informed of my tasks; which were to keep the bar top clean, snacks in
all  the baskets and to keep the glasses and cups cleaned and available. Before
 leaving me, Master put the other end of my leash in some kind of clamp
device  and locked it in place. From where He'd left me, I could just about reach
each  end of the  bar.

I must have looked like a deer staring into a set of headlights for a minute
or  two; before one of the bartenders showed me how to do, what it was that I
was  supposed to  do.

Before long, men were standing at each end of the bar; staring at my
nakedness.  It didn't take long to learn that they had all put a `tip' into one of
the two  jars at the end of the bar; just so that they could get a few seconds
alone with  me; playing with my nipples, cock and balls and not forgetting to
spinning my  nose ring around a little bit, every now and then. I guess I
should be thankful  that tonight of all nights I had my butt plug in. Otherwise,
who knows what  forms of abuse my ass would have been subjected  to.

And, not only was I fodder for the two barkeepers, I was also their urinal
for  the night. I'm sure that Master wouldn't have had me doing it, if He'd
thought  it was unsafe.

The time that I had to observe the crowd, I was surprised to see that for the
 most part everyone was having a great time. There were dozens of `boys' on
their  knees scattered around the room and one girl in the corner, doing the `
nasty'  with her tongue inside another female. I could have done, without
seeing that;  the girls I meant to  say.

I was beginning to feel as if I was fitting in, with all the different things
 going on in the bar. `Boys' were taking turns getting into the tub, just to
get  pissed on. There seemed to be a constant stream of the men, going back
and forth  down the hallway to the special rooms, which apparently were the
main icon of  this  place.

Over at the pool table, there was one `boy' for each side of the table. Each
 `boy' was on his knees, making himself available for whomever needed or
desired  the `boys' mouth. There was even one `boy' kneeling atop the pool
table. He had  his knees and hands firmly planted along the sides, which meant
that the men  playing pool would have to align themselves and their pool cues,
underneath the  `boys' body. It was rather interesting to watch; as each time
one of the men  sunk his shot, he would either twink the `boys' nipples or
yank on the `boys'  cock.

I noticed the man, whose name I have forgotten; but the one I'm going to be
working for. He seemed preoccupied chatting with other men of his stature.   I
had no clue as to the whereabouts of his `boys', but could probably `assume'
  that they were somewhere down the hall, most likely being used in one of
the  rooms.

The three or four `boys,' who were serving men sitting at tables; seemed
nice  enough. At least they smiled at me, but I kinda figured it was just because
I  was naked and they were not. They wore skimpy little pieces of cloth,
which  barely covered their genital area; but it was a hell of a lot more than I
was  wearing. They had, who knows, how many dollar bills sticking out of their
waistbands; but at least they seemed to be making a few extra  dollars.

Every once in a while, I noticed some of the men going outside; and when they
 returned I could smell the tale-tale odor of tobacco on their clothing.  At
least, having a no smoking rule in the bar seemed to be paying  off.

I also had the desire to know more about where Master was, but I knew it
would  be futile in trying to find out. The only thing I could think of was that
he was  in the one room I hadn't been into yet. The only reason that I mention
it, is  for the simple reason that I noticed two or three `boys' come from
the hallway;  and when they appeared, they were rubbing their butts and I even
noticed a few  welts on each of their  backs.

I don't know how much time had passed, as tonight, the clock that was on the
wall last weekend, was now  absent.

I kept right on doing what I was supposed to be doing. The flow of men who
found  it necessary to grope me or just to feel my flesh was almost a never
ending part  of my job.

I think I was leaning over the sink, washing some glasses; when there was a
sudden jerk on my leash. It was the first time all night that someone had dare
 venture to do such a  thing.

You know how you sometimes, instantly think of something to say when you're
taken by surprise; well, I was just about to say something which I would
probably regret saying later, as I began to raise my head and see just what kind
of a jerk was tugging on my  leash.

The first thing that caught my eye, was the glistening gold of a wedding band
on  the man's hand. As my head came into contact with the man's face; I was
mortified to discover just who it was.
Standing there, were actually two men  who I knew all to well. Mike and Phil,
my older married  brothers.

My mouth dropped open and my throat went dry as they glared at me with such a
 contemptuous look on their  faces.

Shocked that I never saw them enter the bar, I was at a loss for words. But
my  silence was well within the realm of my life's  position.

"So what dad said IS true", Mike said; loud enough as to alert the others
nearest him to take note. "I thought it was bad enough having Ryan being a
queer  for a brother but now seeing you… in this fucking place… of all places…
really  tells me what I needed to know.

My brother Phil started in by saying, "Sure hope you don't think I'm going
to  let you suck my cock! Ain't no man going be playing with my balls and
slurping  on my shaft. Hell, I wouldn't even fuck you if you were the last person
on  earth."

Then the two of them began in unison, to publicly scold me for being gay. It
didn't take long before Master Ryan and a couple of other men came up and
stood  behind Mike and Phil.  There were some pretty serious words being bantered
 back and forth between my three brothers; which only created an even larger
scene to unfold.

Minutes later, Mike and Phil were `escorted' out of the building; being
followed  by a sizeable number of bar patrons. I was in tears and found myself
sitting on  the floor… out of sight. My tears turned into uncontrollable sobbing
as the  seconds ticked by. I brought my knees up to my face and tried to hide
myself for  eternity.

No amount of comforting from the bartenders seemed to quiet me down. No
amount  of silence, which had fallen over the club, seemed to help either. The only
 thing I wanted was to get out of there and go  home.

I didn't feel the leash being unfastened from the bar, until it was laying on
 the floor in front of me. Several hands were lifting me off of the floor and
 onto my feet; while my head hung down in shame; not for me, but for my
brothers  causing such a  scene.

My feet seemed to drag behind me, as I was escorted outside. The fresh air
seemed to help me to get my emotions under control; while Master held me tight
against his body. Master's soothing hands began to rub the raw emotions from
within my mind. Master's gentle voice, whispering sweet and kind `nothings'
in  my ear really helped. More and more hands were rubbing my back and
shoulders, as  words of encouragement and support seemed to be coming out of  nowhere.

With a single finger, Master was able to get me to raise my head; looking Him
 right in His eyes. Master's right hand made it's way from my back to the
back of  my head; as Master pulled me even closer to Him. I was concentrating on
the look  in Master's eyes, and hadn't even noticed how close our lips were
coming to one  another.

The kiss that followed sucked every ounce of sadness and shame from within
the  deepest and darkest confines of my body. The immediate area surrounding the
two  of us fell into a melancholic silence. I forgot about all of the other
hands and  words that had preceded the kiss. For now, there were only two
people outside.  Only two people, who each seemed to have a definitive liking for
the  other.

By the time we went back inside, the club was back to its normal self.
Several  men and `boys' came up to me and hugged me. Master Ryan asked, if I wanted
to  stay a little longer and I simply nodded my head; accepting His question
as sort  of a way of telling him , thank you for being there for  me.

I didn't get to many more men that needed or desired to feel my body the
remainder of the night; and one by one, two by two, the patrons slowly began to
gather their belongings and head out the door.

I was now alone, behind the bar; cleaning up everything in sight. The music
had  gone silent and there were but perhaps a dozen men and `boys' left inside
the  club; most sitting around talking about everything under the  sun.

Master Ryan wasn't anywhere to be seen, so I took the initiative to continue
my  duties, by locating a broom and began sweeping the floors. I made quick
work of  that job and then went along to wipe off the tables and chairs; before
I caught  a glimpse of Master standing with Master Troy in the far end of the
hallway.

I heard one of the room doors open and the sobbing which emitted from the
room  caught my attention. Uncle Call was stepping out into the hallway, followed
by  the mayor's son. I couldn't tell exactly what was or had been going on;
but I  continued to watch from the corner of my eye.

The `boy' was squatting down, at Uncle Cal's feet; while Cal was pulling off
 what appeared to be a greasy, long glove, which from where I was standing,
looked as if it went all the way up to his elbow.
Master Ryan and Master Troy  were both intrigued by whatever it was that
Uncle Cal was telling them. I  watched as Uncle Cal raised his booted foot to the `
boys' mouth and witnessed  the `boy' start to lick and kiss the black glossy
leather. Uncle Cal roared with  laughter, like only Uncle Cal can do.

Shortly thereafter, Master  Ryan went back into the one room and soon
returned to the hallway, followed by  Paul. From where I was standing, it looked like
Paul had gotten a rather severe  lashing on his body; but there wasn't a tear
or cry coming from  him.

I quickly turned my attention back to my work, as not wanting  to appear as
one who slacks or shirks his job.

Not to much time  passed before Master Ryan came up to me at the bar and
asked, "So tell me, how  much money did you make tonight?"

I stood there with a dumb look on  my face, before Master spoke again. "The
money, the money in those two jars  belongs to you `baby'. You earned it. It's
yours."

I hadn't paid  any attention to the jars all night. I had no idea who the
money belonged to. I  just assumed it was a little extra for the club.

"Haul those bags  of trash out to the dumpster, while I count up all your loot
", Master said with  a smile; as he began to extract handfuls of money from
the first  jar.

I grabbed two full bags of bar trash and took them outside,  and upon
returning found Master still pulling money out of jar number two. He  had separated
the bills into denominations and there was even one for ten dollar  bills.

I knelt there, watching him silently count the money and the  he leaned down
and said, "Four hundred thirty one dollars. Not bad at all. Not  bad at all."

I managed to smile, although the thought of making  money in such a way
seemed a bit like prostituting myself. Master made one stack  of the bills, folding
it in half and stuffing it into his front pant  pocket.

"I think you've had enough for one night. We'll let the  others finish up
and lock up. I'll just go say my goodbyes and then we'll be  off", Master said
with an understanding smile on His face.

Uncle  Cal followed us out; so that Master might retrieve the shirt and
shorts. Uncle  Cal gave me a big hug and then kissed the side of my face. He had a
sense of  knowing more than he let on. "I'll see you in two weeks, when
everybody comes  down to the farm for the weekend. Until then you be a good boy for
your master  and do everything he tells you to do. I don't think you want to
see how I can  make a good boy out of a bad boy."

Uncle Cal turned and went back  inside the club, as Master loaded me into the
back seat of His car.

I don't even remember the ride home; I was so tired. I must have  fallen
asleep instantly, as the first thing I know, Master is nudging me awake  and we
are in the parking garage of the building.

Neither of us  showered before falling to sleep. Master just pulled out my
mat and eased me  down, but not before placing one of His pillows there for my
head.

Thank goodness, it was a Sunday; as I slept for quite some time.

By the time I awoke, I could smell the coffee and food being  cooked in the
kitchen.  I crawled into my bathroom and emptied my bladder,  before making my
way into the kitchen.

Master was sitting, naked,  at the table, reading the Sunday paper and
sipping a cup of coffee. "Good  morning `baby', you sure slept like a log", came a
jovial greeting from  Master.

Master stood up and went over to the counter and poured  another cup of
coffee, telling me to sit; as he pointed to the floor next to His  chair.

I quickly moved into position and was surprised when Master  handed me the
coffee. The aroma, sheer delight, as I took my first sip. Master  resumed
reading the paper with an occasional glance down in my direction.

"You feel like eating something this morning, `baby'? asked  Master.

"Master, yes Master" I replied.

"Good, I'm  glad to see that last nights little fiasco hasn't ruined your
desire to  eat."

I turned my head and watched Master prepare my meal. Minutes  passed and then
Master handed me a plate plum full of eggs, bacon, potatoes and  toast.
Master took my coffee cup and refilled it for me.

The  reality of the moment set in when both my hands held either the plate or
the  cup. Master returned to His chair, watching me ever so closely.

I  took a long drink of coffee and then I lowered my head to the plate and
began  eating, like all proper `boys' should eat. I was feeling fairly
confident that I  was doing the right thing; as Master didn't utter a word.

I  suppose some Masters might have forgone the `normal' routine with their
slave,  but not Master Ryan.  There was no way; He was ever going to allow me
to  eat with a fork or  spoon.

I cleaned up the kitchen afterwards and made my way back into the bedroom,
where  Master was going through His closet.

I made Master's bed, straighten up the room and then gave Master His bath.

It wasn't until after I'd had a good cleaning that Master told me that he'd
called dad this morning and informed him of last nights little situation.
Master  said that he was none to happy about Mike and Phil's actions and that he
was  going to speak with them both,  today.

While I laid on the floor in the living room, Master re-attached all of my
steel  bindings; once again trapping my balls for who knows how long. I found
myself  getting accustomed to all the steel, and even my attempts at having
erections  seemed to be slowly fading away, as my cock remained trapped inside the
cock  cage.

I was ordered to make a fresh pot of coffee, noticing that Master wanted to
view  the DVD of the recent activities out at Master Troy's.  Some of the DVD
still seemed to invoke involuntary responses from me, as my cock pulsated ever
 so  slightly.

Half way through the DVD, Master had me laying across the coffee table, my
legs  up in the air, my butt plug removed and I held onto my ankles while Master
 mounted me; filling me with a copious amount of His  seed.

I licked Master's cock clean and lavished His scrotum with large amounts of
spittle. By the time I pulled back from His nutsack, Master's cock was once
again rigid.
Just having drained himself up my ass, I knew Master wasn't  about to orgasm
anytime soon; but I felt the desire to suckle my Master's cock  anyway.
Master seemed to appreciate my attentiveness to His needs; while  he stroked my
head in unison with the back and forth motion of my mouth and  tongue on His
shaft.

For the rest of the afternoon, until supper  time, I'd forgotten about last
night; as Master and I enjoyed each others  company and each others body.


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