Date: Sun, 3 Sep 2006 14:21:28 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 35

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North Country  Chapter Thirty  Nine


Monday morning came all too soon. From the instructions given to me by
Master, I  knew what was expected of me. I wasn't looking forward to going to my new
job,  but if it was something that pleased Master; then I would do it with a
sense of  pride and  honor.

I  don't think that I'd ever gotten up so early. The sun wasn't even up and
I was  already up and dressing for work. Master lay in bed, sound asleep;
looking more  like Ryan than my Master.

Five a.m.  and I'm outside our building, exactly where I'm supposed to be;
waiting for my  ride into  work.

One  seems to forget many things, in the darkness of the pre-dawn hours. It
didn't  take long before I forgot how I was dressed and how I looked, standing
under the  street light. Nor did I ever think or consider who might see me
standing out  here looking like a cheap  prostitute.

Non pet owners don't realize how early some people get up to walk their dogs.
It  was this one instance that nearly shattered my self image of yester  year.

I  heard the sound of what seemed to be an older lady, and as I turned to
look;  here comes old Mrs. Dodimple walking her poodle. She looked at me rather
strangely at first but then as she got closer; she seemed to recognize  me.

"Why, if  it isn't my neighbor Bill. I do declare you sure do look a lot
different now." I  was not only shell shocked but a sudden surge of humiliation
flowed over my  body.

"The  nice delivery man told me and some of the others that you were back
from  vacation. He said you looked different and that you even act so much more
different now", she said with a pleasant voice, "I guess your vacation did
you a  world of good. You look so much more human, if you know what I  mean."
No, I didn't  know what she meant; but I was hoping that she would take
herself and her dog  upstairs to her  place.

"Well, I don't want you to think I'm an old fuddy duddie, but if you really
do  like boys, it's okay with me and your other neighbors. You don't have to
be  hiding out at home all the time. I heard that your brother is staying with
you  and you could bring him over sometime. I'd love to meet him. You know,
Bill,  I've got a nephew, or is it a grandson who has a boyfriend and they come
to  visit me at least once a month. They are so cute together. And, now don't
you go  telling anybody; but, I got them to bring me some of them nuddie
magazines that  you boys always look at. I never saw such big things in all my
life. My departed  husband wasn't anywhere near the size as some of them young
bucks in the  magazines. So I guess you shave all the time now? You look so
smooth and soft, I  could almost kidnap you all for myself. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn'
t mean to say  that. What would a nice boy like you want with an old woman
like me? You  probably got more going on than I ever had. You know, my nephew,
has told me  some things that are just so unbelievable. I thought you guys just
kissed and  played around; I had no idea that you guys actually mated with
one another,  least not until the nephew brought over one of his movies. Gee, I
was so hot and  bothered that I thought I was going to pass out, from all the
sex stuff ya  know."

Thankfully this one sided conversation was about to end as a van pulled up
and  stopped right in front of me. I bid good day to Mrs. Dodimple and climbed
in the  side of the van; as one of the other `boys' slid the door  closed.

There was a minute or two where all four of them made some comments about me
and  the old lady; but it soon stopped and the talk turned to my new  job.

It was  getting close to six A.M., which was the time that the cleaners is
scheduled to  open during the week; as the van came to a stop right behind the
building.

All this time I tried to recall my employers name, but it didn't matter much;
 not when I was told to call him SIR and nothing else. I'm guessing that his
three tawdry slaves were used to his gruff manners by now; but it was going
to  take me awhile to adjust.

Two of the  `boys' gave me a quick tour of the place, while the lights were
being turned on;  and I was shown to the area where I'd be working most of
every  day.

My work  space was near the back of the establishment. It was going to be my
job, my  responsibility to launder clothes all day. I'm guessing that a person
starts out  here, in the back, before being allowed to handle any of the
actual dry cleaning  of customer's  clothes.

The  owner and the oldest of the `boys' came towards us; as he started
barking  obscenities to his other two `boys'. The first two scampered off to start
some  machines or something, as I was given a more stringent overview of my
job.

The man  continued talking to me, as my eyes cast upon the other `boy'
moving around  behind me. "Now there's no need for us to worry about you bolting
out of here  and running home to dear old daddy now is  there?"

"Sir, no Sir", I responded rather  quickly.

"Well, just to make sure you ain't like the last boy that worked here...",
the  sentence was never completed as I felt my shorts being yanked down to my
knees.

The  `boy' behind me reached around to my front and quickly padlocked my
Prince  Albert to a long and heavy  chain.

"Might outta step out of them shorts boy, less'n you feel like falling over
all  day long." Sir said to me rather  comically.

The `boy' behind me, helped slide the shorts over my sneakers and disposed
of  them.

"It's going to get might hot back here by noon, so if I was you I'd want
to..." and again an incomplete sentence as the `boy' behind me ripped the
tank top from my body.

I felt  the boy's hand pulling at my butt and he must have done something to
inform his  master that I indeed had been properly dressed this morning; as I
was  respectfully plugged.

"Seeing how  we don't have to worry about you wanting to take a dump, guess
the next best  thing for you will be that there bucket", he said as he pointed
to an old, rusty  bucket on the floor. "You need to piss, you piss in the
bucket. After you're all  done pissing you go to the back door and empty the
bucket, I don't want this  place smelling like slave piss. The stench might run
some of our customers off",  he said; as he and the `boy' broke out into what
amounted to be  giggles.

I  heard the sound of the front door buzzer and the boss took off, to greet
the  day's first customer; while the `boy' stayed behind and got me started on
my  job.

It  took some concentration, on my part, not to get peoples dirty laundry
mixed in  with someone else's but I did pretty well for my first try. I gotta
mention that  some of these clothes were so dirty and fowl smelling that I never
would have  expected to get them  clean.

The  boss was right; as it got hot back there pretty damn fast. I'm sure it
wasn't  from the heat of the day.  Four big driers, six monstrous washing
machines  going constantly. I folded every piece of clothes that came out of the
driers. I  was amazed at the many different styles and colors of underwear that
went  through the process of cleaning and folding. The one thing which did
catch my  eye, was the fact that I wasn't washing any female's clothes. Every
article of  clothing belonged to  men.

One of  the `boys' brought out a large bucket of ice water for me; which
came at just  the right time. I was parched like a  desert.

I  couldn't hear the door buzzer, once the machines were all up and running
and  about all I could see were the other three `boys' processing the clothes
through  the cleaning machines and an occasional glimpse of the front, every
once in a  while. I'm just guessing; but I was thinking that seeing all of the
incoming  work... that Monday's must be one of the busiest  days.

I  began to get more and more laundry to wash, and I found out that if they
dropped  it off by nine... they could expect to have it all cleaned and folded by
five.

There were  a few occasions when the door dividing the front from the back
would open and  some strange face would poke through. I could only assume that
they'd been told  of the new `boy' in the  back.

Between concentrating on the job, I also was thankful that my cock was in its
 cage. I wouldn't want one of the `boys', or a customer, thinking that they
could  just randomly expect to play with my  dick.

What  probably was even more astonishing, was that none of the `boys' used
the  bathroom to piss. They all used my bucket and I had to empty it each time
it was  used.

Once  or twice during the process of emptying the bucket, I discovered that
there had  been some men sneaking a peek in through the back door. All I could
think about  was that perhaps they were just lonely men who wanted a free look
at a naked  body. After everything I'd been through, having men stare at me
from a distance  was the least of my  concerns.

At  lunch time, I was given a simple bowl of what appeared to be shredded
hamburgers  from a nearby fast food joint. The meat, bun and my fries were all
tossed  together in one big lump.

At day's  end, the boss didn't say a single word to me or any of the others.
After the  front door was locked, and the lights turned off; everyone started
making their  way to the van. I was certain that they'd at least return my
shorts, but they  didn't.

I  was ushered outside, as the rear door was locked and the alarm activated.
I  scurried to the van as fast as my tired legs could travel.
We all smelt like  crap. Everyone of us `boys' smelled as if we'd bathed in
sweat. I became  concerned and nervous thinking about how I was going to go
from the front  sidewalk up to the  condo.

Fortunately, for me, the van went into the parking garage and came to a stop
right next to the door leading to the  staircase.

"Sir, thank you Sir", were the only words I'd said all day long; as the van
pulled away; leaving me bare butt  naked.

I ran  to the stairwell and made it up to my floor without anyone seeing me.
Carefully,  I eased the door open and checked the hallway, praying to the
almighty to spare  me the embarrassment of being  detected.

I  made it all the way to the front door and shocking or not... I realized that
I  didn't have a key. I could only knock and pray that Master would open the
door  without  hesitations.

Once the door opened, I felt so relieved; but Master seemed unhappy, as he
described the scent on my body, comparing it to that of a piece of rotting road
 kill.

"Master, `boy' is sorry for smelling badly Master", was all I could think
to say  as I dropped to my knees and quickly made way for the  bathroom.

The shower and even the ensuing enema felt good. It wasn't' until I left the
 bathroom, all clean and fresh, that I realized just how tired I  was.

I still  had a meal to prepare, dishes to do and anything else Master desired
for me to  accomplish before sleep  time.

By the  time, I pulled out my sleeping mat; my head barely had time to relax,
before I  fell into a deep  sleep.

The  next four days were much like the first, with the exception that I now
had to  wait for the van in the parking garage, naked. Master wasn't about to
offer me a  new pair of shorts and shirt every day just so they could be
destroyed.
Although, I  can say, that by Friday I wasn't coming home so tired, but I
still came home  smelling like a decomposing  animal.

After Friday's dinner, Master and I had a nice `free time' chat; where he
learned more about my job, and working conditions. Master discussed my boss and
 the three `boys' that worked with me and I really didn't have much to say
about  any of them; for the simple reason that they didn't speak to me except
out of  necessity.

I was thankful that I had the next two days off, but I knew that I hadn't
cleaned all week, nor had I done laundry.

I woke up  late the next morning; to find Master was already awake and His
bed was even  made. After rubbing the sleep from my eyes, my mind kicked in, and
I began to  hear different noises and talking.

Master was  sitting in the living room, apparently engrossed in yet another
newly arrived  DVD. Henry, of all people, was in the kitchen cleaning and
cooking. I didn't  know what in the hell was going on, but Master seemed pleased
and happy to see  me crawling towards  him.

"Come  here `baby' and let your Master give you a kiss good  morning".

What a hell of a way to be greeted so early... well it was early for me anyway.
 Henry came sauntering in and got down to give me a big hug and peck on the
top  of my head; before returning to the  kitchen.

"You must be starving my little `puppy dog', so run off now and get yourself
 something to eat", Master said with a certain degree of  authority.

In the kitchen, my meal awaited me. Although it smelled delicious, it didn't
look to appetizing. Henry stood over me while I lapped at the mush and he was
 quick to point out that I had to learn to lick my face clean after I was
finished eating, "all good pups learn to lick themselves clean, whenever and
wherever there is a  need".

As I  licked my face, Henry started a load of clothes in the washing machine
before  turning to me and saying; "you've a kind Master pup, as he arranged,
prior to  today, to have me assist in your  duties."

"Sir, thank you Sir", I replied with a sense of  relief.

"When you are done with your morning duties, you can help me finish your
Master's laundry and then I'll be going", he said with a  smile.

As I  made my way to the bathroom, Master paused the machine and followed me
in. I  knelt upright, as He removed my cock cage and metal bands; which was
and still  is an automatic notification that I'm to  shave.

It  had been almost a week since Master had overseen my bath and enema
routine; so  He seemed content to sit on the toilet lid and observe my every  action.

After cleaning the tub, in the proper manner, it appeared that Master was now
 convinced of my desire to not only do my tasks well, but to do them in such
a  way that it gave Master a sense of pride and great pleasure, knowing that I
too  cared.

Henry  brought in the two, required, logs of grease and to my surprise
inserted them  himself. Master, this day, felt the need to re-insert my butt plug;
but not  until He'd worked three of His fingers inside of me and pushed the
logs even  further into my anal cavity. I moaned in a peaceful way, as His
fingers danced  over my prostate gland. Master, however, wasn't going to allow His `
boy' to have  an orgasm.

Frustrated, yes; but thankful for the time and care that Master afforded me
after such a tough week.  Master put my steel back on and then resumed
watching the DVD, which I discovered was another `fun filled' adventure of the  two
slaves at Master  Troy's.

I  helped Henry fold Master's clothes, some of which used to be my clothes;
but  now, I didn't care that Master was wearing them. After we'd finished the
clothes, Henry said goodbye to Master and went home; leaving me to dust and
vacuum, which didn't take to long at  all.
I made lunch for  Master Ryan and it was then that I learned that we'd be
going to back out to  Master Troy's house. There was no explanation, as to why,
but I assumed that I  was to be given additional  training.

I  wore a nice pair of shorts and a white tee shirt for the journey. It had
been  almost five full days since I'd worn clothes and the odd thing about it...
was  that wearing clothes seemed almost  awkward.

Once into the parking garage, Master started walking in the opposite
direction  of His car. I was confused, at first, until I realized that true enough, my
own  car was parked in my assigned spot. There was a sense of relief that
flowed  through my veins, just seeing my car parked there and knowing that Master
hadn't  told me an untruth.

"We'll take  this car, today", Master said sternly. "It hasn't had a bath
in a long time and  it looks pitiful, sitting here all caked with mud and  dirt.
"

The  car stunk to high heavens, but with the windows down and the air
conditioner on  full blast, it didn't take long for it to begin smelling like the car
I used to  drive.  I was even more surprised that Master was driving my car
with a  great deal more vigilance than he would normally have when driving his
own.

By the  time we'd gotten out into the country, I was buck naked in the front
seat and it  sure felt good not having the restrictions of worldly  clothes.

I  wasn't at all sure what to expect at Master Troy's; as I'd not heard a
word  about coming until this morning. When we pulled into the long driveway, I
watched as young Kevin came running around from the garage side, waving his
youthful arms and hands. It was a funny sight, sorta, to see a naked teenager
standing out front for us to see, but I'd been close to that  myself.

Master pulled the car up in front of the garage and Kevin ran over to open
His  door; greeting him by dropping to his knees and kissing Master's  feet.

I slid  off the seat and onto my knees, listening to Master as he spoke to
the `boy'.  "It is dirty, and I know that you've volunteered to clean it; so
have at it.  Take your time and do a good job, as there just might be a nice
reward for  you."

That  said, Master started towards the backyard, with me following behind.
Little  Kevin couldn't resist running alongside of me just to get a feel, a
personal  touch, of my body. I knew that he was happy to see me, just by the way
he  reached beneath me and began to play with my  nuts.

The  first thing, the only thing; to catch my attention in the backyard was
seeing a  whole new purpose for those two wooden poles in the ground. They sure
weren't  being used like they were used on  me.

The  mayor's boy was suspended rather precariously between the poles. The way
he was  dangling there, allowed for his entire body to swing back and forth.
His ankles  had been bound to his wrists, which were high up into his shoulder
 blades.

Standing directly behind him was Ray. In front of the `boy' was the former
Paul,  who was kneeling; also bound rather excruciatingly tight.

I watched  as Ray pulled the `boy' backwards and then let go of his body;
sending him  rocketing towards Paul. The `boys' rigid cock slammed into Paul's
open mouth  with the force of a cannon ball; sending Paul reeling backwards
and falling to  the ground.

Paul would pick himself up off the ground and once again await the incoming
shaft of the other `boy'. Each time, without fail, the cock found its mark
and  sent Paul to the grass. Ray seemed to be having more fun than humanly
possible,  but Master's Jeb and Troy sat quietly under the umbrella table watching
the game  they called, `pin the cock in the  mouth'.

I  was sent to kneel next to the post and be observant, lest I wanted to
replace  either of the other two. I knew what Master meant by the word `observant
'... so I  kept myself in check so as not to show emotion or  movement.

After quite some time, Ray ceased to be amused by the two `boys' and left to
go  see how his own `boy' was doing. He didn't return for quite some  time.

In the  mean time, Paul and the `cuntboy' exchanged places with the help of
Henry and  Master Jeb. Paul being much larger, seemed to bowl the `boy' over
with ease;  each time Henry would turn him loose, sending him helter skelter
into the  `cuntboy', Paul seemed to be saying something behind his clinched
teeth. I could  only assume that it was more vindictive than anything  else.

Finally Master came and brought me over to the table, out of the sun and
positioned me in front of Master Troy. Without having to say anything to me, I
quickly exposed Master Troy's cock and accepted his offering of  piss.

Master  Troy patted my head saying, "Good boy, good  boy".

The  three men continued talking, as if I wasn't even there; all the while I
was  slurping down Master Ryan's copious amount of piss as well as Master  Jeb'
s.

Henry  had left the two `boys' to fend for themselves; as neither one of
them could  remove their own bindings. Henry refreshed the men's drinks and
disappeared into  the house.

I  wasn't expecting to be staying there to long, as I'd thought that Master
wanted  to spend more time alone with me; but Master is in control of my
actions and I  have no control of such things  anymore.

Then it struck me that today was supposed to be the day that Uncle Cal comes
up  to retrieve his newest acquisition. I guess that Master wanted to have a
short  visit with Uncle Cal before the upcoming weekend get together. From
everything  I'd heard, I wasn't looking forward to  going.

Spending a weekend with Uncle Cal, now that I've heard the types of deviant
activities which he enjoys; just doesn't sound like something I want to
witness.  Not that I'm against such bestial activities, but I just don't feel the
desire  or need to witness the act. Oh, little did I know what was in  store.

Eventually, Ray came back around and commented to Master Ryan that his `boy'
was  doing a good job. There was a smile on his face and his shorts betrayed
him; as  I sow that the young master had a hardon.

Ray went  over to the other two `boys' and released them from all of the
ropes; which sent  Paul slamming to the ground without the slightest hint that
the short drop was  imminent.

Ray had them follow him, to the side of the house; where Ray turned the
garden  hose on each of them, rinsing away the blades of grass and flecks of dirt.
Then  the two `boys' were allowed to make use of the pool, just as long as
they kept a  safe distance from each other as Ray didn't want hands grabbing
cocks beneath  the water  line.

I kept  watching the two move, even more adapt than I was at crawling. They
seemed to be  more intone with themselves than me. I wondered how that was
possible, as I'd  been crawling for a much longer period of time.

It must  have something to do with attitude and desire, was about all I could
think of. I  guess these two `boys' really do appreciate all of the fine
things that the two  Masters and Henry have afforded  them.

Well,  for the younger `boy' anyway; as I'd seen how he was living with his
father in  the tall forest, and anything would be better than that. At least
with Master's  Troy and Jeb, not forgetting Henry; the `boy' has finally found
someone who is  fond of him, not to mention offering him a wonder life, as
their slave.   Obey the rules, take your punishment like a proper slave and the `
boy' would  survive and endure with flying colors.

As for  Paul, the `pigboy'; I suppose living with Uncle Cal and his mate,
just might be  the right place for him in life. If he desires and needs to
copulate with beasts  of burden, Uncle Cal will be most  accommodating.

Coming around from the garage side of the house was Kevin's father and his
partner. I watched and listened as the group exchanged greetings amongst
themselves; before any mention as to which `boy' belonged to  whom.

I  sounded as if things at Kevin's have been going great, so far. His father
and  his father's lover have accepted Kevin's desire to belong to Ray with
open arms.  Ray, in fact, had gotten permission to stay with Kevin for the
remainder of the  summer months; which allowed his parents the time they needed to
come to terms  with having a gay son who was involved in such a  manner.

When  Henry came back outside, I noticed he was holding a familiar object in
his  hands. It was the thick rough leather blindfold that I had worn on
occasion.  He headed straight for Master Ryan; and within minutes I was  kneeling
there without the slightest ray of light in my  eyes.

I  wasn't nervous anymore, as I'd become accustomed to such surprises along
the  way; but I was a bit concerned as to and for the need of the blindfold.
Master  Ryan could have me do just about anything for him, and I'm pretty sure
he knew  it already.

The velvety end of a cock brushed over my lips and I opened up and accepted
it  with a sense of pride, for once. Whoever owned this cock, kept it nice and
fresh  smelling and the only person I knew that smelled this way most of the
time was  Henry. I swallowed good load of his manseed and then his cock was
replaced with  another.

I  hadn't gotten but barely finished swallowing the second man's seed when I
heard  everyone start talking as if something was happening. I tried to
concentrate on  the cock in my mouth and the scent of maleness in my nose and
perhaps the cock  belonged to Kevin's dad or his partner.

Then the  voice of Uncle Cal became distinct in my ears and I about wanted to
die right  there. This was the first time he'd seen me, other than videos and
pictures,  sucking cock. His voice got real close, as if he was now standing
right beside  me as he began to tug on one of my earrings rather harshly.

One cock  after another, I sucked them; and I'm pretty sure that I sucked the
cocks of the  other two `boys', just because I could smell the pool water on
their bodies and  with the absence of body hair and a Prince Albert flopping
around in my mouth  the conclusion wasn't hard to arrive  at.

One cock  smelled like raw sewage, and it had a disgusting taste embedded in
the flesh; so  I had to assume that the cock was attached to Uncle Cal's  man.

I  couldn't tell, exactly, which of the cocks belonged to Uncle Cal, but I
sure  know that I sucked him off; for the simple reason he played with my
earrings and  my nipple rings while he shoved his cock, relentlessly, deep down my
throat.

Out  of all the cocks, I think I remember the final three. One had to have
been that  which belonged to Ray, because the pubic hairs against my face didn't
seem as  gruff as an adults, nor were they as long; perhaps he was now
trimming  them.

The  next to last cock belonged, definitely, to Kevin. The soft silky texture
and the  absence of pubic hair; combined with an odor of perspiration could
only led me  to such a  conclusion.

The final cock was the one that stumped me the most. In fact I didn't
discover  until the cock had erupted both a load of manseed, and a torrent of piss
who  owned the  cock.

Initially I had thought I could count the number of cocks and compare them to
 the number of males that I knew were in attendance; but that soon fell
apart.

At  first, I thought Master Ryan was having another go around with my mouth,
just  for the fact that the size of Master's cock and the one in my mouth
seemed  rather similar in width and length. There was, however, a difference in
male  scent, which caused me to dismiss my original  thoughts.

The hands upon my head, held me firmly while I sucked and worked my tongue
over,  under and around the rigid shaft. They seemed to tighten even more when
the man  started to gently fuck my face. As tired as my jaw muscles were
becoming, I was  thankful that he didn't force his cock into my throat; not even
when his  eruption of seed began to fill my oral cavity to the  maximum.

I  waited and waited for him to extract his penis, but as it fell limp in my
mouth;  I knew that I should expect a sizeable amount of his piss to rinse my
mouth of  the, now delectable remnants of sperm. I didn't have to wait to
long, before my  intuitions paid out. His urine was hot, yet not so acid tasting.

All the men  seemed to instantly `change gears' so to speak, and I was left
kneeling there  with my eyes covered. They started talking about Uncle Cal's
previous week and  the upcoming week. Uncle Cal wasn't bashful at all when it
came time to flaunt  his success on owning and running a successful  farm.

The  sounds of plates, silverware and glasses, clinking nearby; told me that
Henry  had prepared a little something for the house guests. It couldn't have
been time  for supper; so I'd just assumed that being the gracious host that
they are;  Master's Jeb and Troy had presented a small offering of snack food
to the  men.

It  wasn't until the sounds of voices slowed down and the sounds of people
eating  and drinking took command, that Henry came over and removed my
blindfold.

After  clearing my blurred vision, I could see all three of the boys eating a
snack  from bowls and there was even a bowl waiting for me.

I only  thought of my duty to crawl over and to start eating; but as I turned
around so  that I was inline with the other `boys', I caught sight of the
one cock I  couldn't match with its  owner.


North Country Chapter  40


The rest of the afternoon and early evening went well. Not a single man used
me,  or any of the other  `boys'

My  car looked as if it had just come off the showroom floor, and neither of
us  wanted to take it on the road, fearing to get it dirty  again.

The  drive home was a rather quiet one, as Master Ryan seemed preoccupied
with  something, other than me. At every stop light, I could see Him resting His
head  in His hand, while looking out the driver's side window.

I made it  up and inside the house without much of a problem, and went
straight to the  bathroom to tend my  duties.

Master never came in, nor did I even hear Him rustling around. I looked in
the  living room and it was empty; so crawling into the bedroom I found Master
laying  on the bed, in his boxer shorts. He had been  crying.

Since I wasn't invited to His bed, I pulled out my mat and lay there,
wondering  if I'd done something wrong today. It wasn't until an hour or so later
that  Master turned off the light and fell  asleep.

I  was up right on time, Sunday morning, with the coffee already made and
well on  my way to preparing Master's breakfast; when Master walked into the
kitchen and  poured Himself a cup of coffee, still with a rather sad look on His
face.

He ate  in silence, not uttering a single word. I was beginning to fear that
I was in  some really big trouble. After eating Master went and sat in the
living room,  before going out and bringing back His Sunday  paper.

By  then, I'd finished the kitchen, made His bed, performed my morning
bathroom  duties and was kneeling by the sofa awaiting His  return.

Master sat the paper down on the coffee table, looked right into my eyes and
said, "Here pup, come my baby and sit with your  Master."
I crawled up  onto the sofa, resting my nakedness against His ever so strong
body. His hand  wrapped around me like a giant comforter and He pulled my head
to His  chest.

The  silence from not only yesterday but this morning, was killing me. I just
had to  speak, regardless of the consequence. "Master", I said sheepishly, "
has your  `boy' done something which has displeased  you?"

"No,  my baby has done nothing wrong. Nothing at all", came His simple,
quiet  reply.

"But  my Master is so quiet, and I fear for Him,  Master"

"Do  not fear for me my `baby', for it has nothing to do with  you."

I felt  now more than ever that I had to find out what this was all about. I
dreaded to  speak, but as He is my Master and my brother, I had to risk
everything.

"But Master, it pains me so; to see you unhappy. I desire to kiss away the
tears, to wipe away the frown, only so Master will once again be  happy."

The  silence was now deafening, and I thought that I could feel it
reverberating  throughout the  house.

Master's hand swept over my naked scalp, gently, caringly and with purpose. I
 snuggled in, even closer to my Master. I needed Him to know that I was there
for  Him.

"I have  wronged you my baby", came the words from Master. "I have aided
others to allow  themselves the pleasure of you body and soul. I only sought that
which was mine,  without regard to anything  else."

My  attention was not just drawn to His words, but in the manner in which
they were  spoken. I sensed a deep sorrow and regret in Master's  voice.

"There is much your Master needs and should tell you, my `baby', but I've
not  the strength to do so. I am without courage to mention the thoughts and
deeds  which I've facilitated in such ways as to get you here, as you  are."

Master  began stroking the side of my face, with the back of his hand,
sending His  warmth cascading throughout my entire  body.

I  gently, carefully eased myself off of Master's chest and looked at his
face.  There were tears streaming down both sides and I felt helpless for that
one  moment, before I started kissing His tears away.

Both of his  hands wrapped themselves around me, Master's head now limp with
sorrow as His  tears continued to flow. While I continued to kiss away the
tears on the right  side of His face, my right hand began to wipe the tears from
the other  cheek.

"But  Master, I am here am I not? Your `boy', your `baby' is right here
beside you  Master. Please Master, oh please, talk to me, talk with  me."

Once  again, there was that lapse in conversation; assuming that my Master
was  compiling His  words.

"What  about dad and what happened yesterday? Didn't you find that rather
odd,  disgusting and totally uncalled for?" Master's voice sounding  timid.

"Yes  Master, but I knew in time that it was going to happen,  Master."

"What, How, How could you have known  it?"

"But  Master, I saw, on the day he saw us together in the bathroom. Master's
back was  turned to him so it was I who say the look in his face. I was the
one who saw  him rubbing against the zipper of his pants. It was I, Master, who
saw the way  he looked at me during their  cookout."

"How on earth, could you understand his actions and expressions `boy'."
Master  Ryan  questioned.

"Master, when your `baby' lived at home, dad always told me that I was his  `
special' little boy. He kept telling me over and over how one day he would
reward me for being so `special'. I would guess that yesterday was his day to
reward Master's  `boy'."

Master broke down with uncontrollable emotions. I tried to comfort my Master,
 but it seemed futile, to say the  least.

After  a considerable amount of time had past, we resumed our  conversation.

"What about everything I've done to you? Do you like the way I've made you
look?  Tell me  `boy',"

"Well Master, I first I hated everything that was done. It hurt to have my
body  pierced as it is. But now Master, I'm finding it is a part of me, a part
of who  I am. I'm grateful that the ring in my nose is smaller, but overall I
am pleased  in the way Master has decorated his `baby'. I'm even happier now,
that my  foreskin is gone too,  Master."

"No  I didn't mean your pretty decorations, I'm talking about the sexual and
abusive  things that I done to  you."

"Sorry  Master. As for the sexual things, most were hurtful in the beginning,
but now  I've managed to turn some of the pain into `baby's' own pleasure
Master. Henry  has taught me well Master, and I like him as my  friend."

"And what else, continue `baby', I want to know everything there is to know
that  is inside that head of your", Master Ryan said with a certain demeanor
which  indicated genuine  interest.

So  I continued telling him and continued answering His questions; well
passed the  lunch hour. By the time we'd concluded our chat; we'd covered
everything from A  to Z, from top to bottom, right to  left.

I'm  positive that Master understood me well; As I, too, understood my
Master.
There was the  following week, where I continued to work at the dry cleaners,
but was permitted  to resign my position with  dignity.

We  never went to the `club' nor did we go to Uncle Cal's the following
weekend.

For  the past week, I'd spent almost every night in Master Ryan's bed, the
two of us  making passionate sex and  love.

We  talked nightly, open and honestly for that week. I kept my position as
His  `boy', his pup, his `baby'; but there were a few exceptions which had
been put  in place.

The only time I'd go into `my room' was for a transgression or for something
 more pleasurable, such as the several times of  fisting.

The  next weekend we were back out at Masters' Troy and Jeb, enjoying the
company.  Kevin and Ray had been invited out  also.

It was  good to be around Henry, as he was filled with a multitude of wisdom.
It was  almost like a family get together of sorts, with my new  family.

Two  months have now passed and many things have  changed.

I'm  now allowed to use the telephone to call and talk with Henry just about
any time  I need to, or want  to.

I still  wear all of my decorations, including my cock cage which I find
helps prevent a  transgression against Master.

Master is  now doing my shaving, when needed, which is about twice a week and
Master has  allowed me to once again have the hair on my head and eyebrows
sprout.

I'm  just about ready to launch an internet business with Henry in about a
month so  the two of us will be able to enjoy each others company; much the same
way as  our individual Masters enjoy each  other.
Neither of us  has made contact with our dad, but we do hear from Uncle Cal
about once a week.  Things there are progressing nicely. Paul is now living in
one of the barns with  some of the  animals.

Kevin and Ray spend almost every single minute together, or at Master Troy's
bugging the heck out of Henry. Kevin's dad has now allowed his own partner to
 move into the house with them and all is  grand.

The  last I'd heard, the mayor's son had been sold and shipped overseas to
one of  those countries who absolutely loves white boys under the age of twenty
 five.

Regardless of how I got here: Regardless of all the vile transgressions
placed  against me to get me to explore and to discover the real me; I'm forever
thankful to my Master for being the kind, loving, caring person which he  is.

It was a  difficult road, on which I traveled. One that will never be
duplicated; but well  talked about in certain circles of like minded men and  women.

But  the bottom line is that I'm happy, content and safe; and more
importantly is the  fact that Master Ryan is happy. He has me and He knows how to keep
me happy as  well.

We are  devoted to one another. We care about one another and we are in love
with one  another; and that one single word, `love', can cross any
boundaries, any  borders, any differences that you or I might have.

The  End...

We hope you have enjoyed our little story. Our latest story, "A  Lesson In
Time" is currently being posted on our yahoo group, which the address  has been
shown at the end of all of our previous postings.

We look  forward to posting the story on Nifty, sometime near the end of this
 year.