Date: Fri, 9 Jun 2006 20:33:00 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 5

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North Country  Chapter  Five


I'm not sure who it was, that approached me and slid a canvas bag over my
head.  The only holes in it were just below my nose; and the smell from the
canvas reminded me of something old and mildewed. The bottom of the bag was
pulled tight enough to block out all the light; leaving me to begin
pondering my fate.

My sense of fear hadn't peaked, but I knew that I was in for a rough and hard
 afternoon. I guess that I should have been thankful that the men's hands
weren't  roaming over my body. I couldn't even hear any muffled sounds, let alone
any  that would indicate that men were near  me.

My thinking drifted back to yesterday and this morning. I still found myself
amazed that I hadn't put up much, if any, fight. Not that I'm a gymrat but I
can  fend for myself if the occasion presented itself. I began thinking about
this  morning and how good it felt when Vince was sucking my cock, and guessed
that  Carl and the mayor's son must have felt the same way last night when I
was made  to suck their dicks. Even though I wasn't presently getting fucked
up the ass,  my mind replayed last nights event and every sensation flowed back
into me. It  seemed utterly amazing that after Carl had broken thru my anal
ring and after  the hot searing pain subsided that it was actually more of a
euphoric feeling  that had washed over me. One never considers his ass as
something that would  bring him a bit of pleasure but in this instance it seemed
surreal. The thing  that got to me more than anything was having to swallow the
kid's cum and then  having to suck the shit and slime off of Carl's cock.
However, just a little  while ago, I had to suck my own cum off of the mayor's
fingers and it didn't  seem as such a vile thing to do, compared to last night.
Not that my sperm  tasted any different, but for some reason; perhaps because I
knew it was my own,  the experience didn't seem that  abusive.

And what of this mornings ass cleaning? Putting the frigid water aside, I can
in  some ways be thankful for the men's attentiveness. If they're going to
fuck me  again, and IF they expect me to suck their nasty cocks clean; at least
there  shouldn't be any of my own shit covering their dicks. So the inner rage
I felt  this morning, seems more like it could have been all for not; they
should have  told me 'why' they were hosing out my ass in the first  place.

What about this mornings ride into town? How reasonable of an expectation
could  it have been to believe that some of the town's folk actually knew the
'mayor'.  I could only arrive at two conclusions; the first being that  those
that waved knew what the 'mayor' and the other men were doing way the hell  up
here on the mountain, or two, they knew what could happen to them or one of
their own family members should they fall prey to him or his men. And the store
owner, my God, what kind of a man is he that he took delight in looking at my
 nakedness without offering my assistance. I know that gay men, regardless of
 age, will always be the same; just like normal guys. Sex is sex, and if an
older  man gets a chance to look at a younger man, well, at least part of his
day was  well spent. I couldn't, nor would I, hold that against the man. But
the stock  boy at the grocery store was a different story. He reveled in seeing
my hairless  body and causing me pain; yet on the other hand he knows that
every time he came  up to the camp that he was going to get his brains fucked
out. Perhaps he was  one of the town's resident gay guys who played top and
bottom. I guess those are  the correct words to use, at least I think they  are.

This whole new world is a far cry from my structured life back home.
Everything  here is new, painful, humiliating, embarrassing and de-humanizing;
compared to  my daily routine and work habits. Maybe Ryan WAS right. Maybe I'd lived
alone;  as he'd say 'in a fucking cocoon' all of my life that I had no idea
what existed  in the 'real world'. Now I was seeing another side of life, some
of which  pertains to Ryan's world, well I'm sure that the sucking and fucking
part does,  since he professes to be the 'top' or the 'man of the  house'.

I also have learned, through listening, that these men have no intentions of
keeping me here forever. I'm not excited about being tossed into an empty
boxcar  and discovered hundreds, if not thousands of miles away from home. AND, I
also  know that some of these men are fugitives from the law; while others
are only  running away from the everyday life in the real world. I'm guessing,
as I've  heard, that if they obey the rules here, then they can stay. Break the
rules and  they might just find themselves in one of those boxcars; or worse,
in  jail.

I continued to lay there, surrounded by silence; as the air warmed with the
sun.  My brain never ceased to function and I was always finding myself
replaying one,  if not more, individual scenarios from yesterday and today.  I think,
just  maybe, I was coming to terms with my predicament. Not that I wanted any
of this  to continue, but I was thinking that I could have fallen into the
hands of a  group of ax murderers or something even worse. I even tried to
decipher which of  these men, that perhaps, just perhaps, I could enlist to help me
out of my  predicament. I thought at first of the mayor's boy, who seemed to
have taken a  liking to me; just for the fact that he didn't try to choke me
last night while  I was forced to suck his cock and he hadn't taken to much of
a 'liberty' with me  in the truck, other than to run his hand over my flesh.
And then there was  Vince, who I now know is gay; and perhaps later on tonight
I'd get a chance to  tell him about my brother Ryan. Maybe he was susceptible
enough to believe me if  I told him that Ryan would like  him.

Personal thoughts vanished, as hands began to grab hold of my ankles, untying
 them from the table and pulling the out wide; to which I began to think I
was  going to have my legs ripped off. I could tell, by the feeling of wood
against  my flesh that the wooden pole used earlier, was being attached to my
feet. There  seemed to be an unending stress being placed on my thigh  muscles.

Soon after, my hands were released and my body was pulled down to one end of
the  table; which I believed left my ass hanging barely over the edge. The men
 quickly re-attached my wrists to the table and then someone took hold of the
 pole between my feet and began pushing it towards my head; forcing me to
bend my  knees. I began to feel that someone or persons was doing something with
the  pole. After a silent frenzy of activity, they had attached two additional
ropes  to the pole and the loose ends were knotted to the table, directly
behind my  head; thus firmly holding my legs out wide, my cock bouncing on my
stomach and  most humiliating my balls dangling over the edge of the table along
with my  defenseless  asshole.

Damn! Somebody is playing with my nuts. No wait, he's massaging them! Now
what,  I wonder? The momentary sensation lapsed into what seemed to be one of the
men  tying my balls. He was tying each one separately, and the other end of
the small  cord was pulled excruciatingly tight and knotted off to the pole
that was  keeping my legs and feet apart. It felt as if someone was reaching
inside my gut  and pulling my insides  out.

The next thing I know, somebody is running their greasy cock up and down my
ass.  I tried not to pay attention; thinking that, by not thinking, about the
inevitable that the pain would be more easily tolerated. As the dick punched
its  way into my ass, all I could do was scream. The pain was more severe than
any  from last night. I suppose that my screaming only amplified the
intruder's  desires, as he swiftly had the entire length of his cock buried up my ass.
The  burning was unbelievable as was the feeling of being torn apart. The
speed, at  which this guy was screwing me, seemed as if he was in a race with
himself to  see just how fast he could make a  deposit.

My suspicions proved correct, as just moments later he let lose with a blood
curdling yell of his own; sending wave after wave of hot manseed deep into my
 bowels. All of the man's actions seemed to be too much for my own balls; as
with  each of his violent thrust, my entire body moved; sending tumultuous
pain to my  scrotum. The one saving grace through this act of violence was that
nobody could  see the pain on my face, nor the tears coming from my  eyes.

During the afternoon, I must have had four or five more cocks shoved up my
ass,  each with their own rhythm, voracity and end result. None of the men had
said a  single word; which I was thankful for. After all of the previous name
calling, I  was happy to know that they had a limited vocabulary; or so I'd
thought was the  case.

Later in the day, my bindings were removed as was the head covering. The
majority of the men were all standing around one or the other campfire; which at
first seemed odd, until I realized just how long I'd been tied to the table.
Then came the second revelation; the reason that none of them had said a word
 while they fucked me was simple. Now I'd have no idea which of them had been
the  ones to fuck me. I hadn't seen all of them naked yet, so dick size
wouldn't help  me figure out who had taken their relief up my ass. All of them had
an evil  smirk on their face as they watched me climb from the table.

None of them moved, as my feet touched the ground, and I wasn't really sure
what  I was supposed to do; so with nothing more than the few pointers I'd
already  received I simply knelt there next to the table. The facial expressions
on the  men seemed to change, as I put my hands behind my head; like I'd seen
the kid do  yesterday.

A few minutes passed; until the sound of the generator broke the eerie
silence.  Knowing that the evening meal was soon approaching, I realized just how
long I'd  been laying on the table; even missing the noon meal. But, on the
other hand I  also knew that I had a task to perform for the men as they would sit
around the  dinner  table.

I wasn't led by a leash to the mess hall, but I did have to crawl behind the
men  as they all paraded up to the large cabin. And, without prodding, I began
the  ritual of kissing all of their boots, shoes and bare  feet.

Shocked, was what I was; when not one person pulled me into their crotch. Not
 that I wanted to suck on a cock, but I felt positive that I'd get one or two
of  them. The men seemed to be ignoring me, and again, I'm not complaining.

I finally crawled out from under that table and moved over to the same place
I  held last night; and was given a plate with rather large portions of food
on it.  I learned much later that the meat was venison; and I might add that it
tasted  fantastic.

After I had finished eating, and the plate taken away; the mayor turned on
the  television and everyone seemed focused on the local and state news, while
myself  and the kid sipped on a wonderful cup of coffee. I guess living in the
city had  its perks; like coffee, when and wherever I wanted. Now, I'm lucky
if I get two  cups of the stuff a  day.

At some point during the newscast, the mayor got up and came over to me and
in  his hand he held what at first looked like a steel chain. To my surprise,
it  turned out to be a dog collar. It was one of those that people use on
larger  pets; the kind with the double prongs on it.

He didn't say a word as he placed it around my neck, and I could feel the
prongs  already wanting to dig into my flesh. He tugged on it several times,
allowing  the prongs to alert me to their presence. Just from my facial features,
the  mayor could easily see that he'd gotten the message across.  After he
spun  it completely around once or twice, he pulled a small padlock from his
pocket  and locked it in place on the  collar.

>From his other pocket he produced, what I'd call a leather shoelace. Using
both  of his hands he made one loop around the base of my cock with the leather
and  then proceeded to secure my nuts in the very bottom of the scrotum;
before using  the remaining portion of the shoelace to separate my nuts from each
other. His  actions were none to gentle and I could instantly begin to feel the
tightness  with which my nuts were secured in  place.

Was I surprised that he wasn't done yet? From his back pocket he displayed,
what  I can only describe as a clamp from a pair of jumper cables; and he
instantly  bent down and clamped it on the end of my cock. I reeled in pain,
falling  backwards onto the floor; before I reached out and removed it.  I was
yelping like a scolded puppy, when one of his feet made contact with my stomach.
Three more times, his accuracy at finding my gut was rewarded by the sounds
coming from my mouth.

Two men had jumped up and were now holding me down on the floor; while the
mayor  re-attached the clamp. I continued yelling and screaming; snot bubbling
from my  nostrils; while the entire group (excluding the mayor's son) broke out
into a  symphony of laughter and name  calling.

Before the hell had concluded, I had identical, yet a smaller version of the
clamp, gripping each of my  nipples.

"It's amazing what one can purchase in town, when one has money." The mayor
said  as if there was nothing out of the ordinary going on. By now, I'd managed
to get  my tolerance level to accept the pain a little better; as my
breathing became  less labored. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that any
movement on my  part, would intensify the level of pain to my cock or nipples; so
I relegated  myself to remain as calm as possible while laying on the  floor.

"For tonight's entertainment value, we're going to watch a movie that we
picked  up in town today," the mayor said with assurance in his voice. "It's been
a long  time since we've seen a good flick, and I feel that we all deserve to
enjoy  ourselves from time to time. Once again, my thanks go to our visitor
for being  so  generous."

Well, at least I know that I've bought them a VCR machine and lord knows how
many movies. I couldn't see the movie, from where I lay; but by the sound of
it,  the movie must have been a western. The mayor's son was even watching it,
but he  was kneeling next to me, hands behind his head; occasionally looking
down at me  to see if I was in  distress.

Distress! Panic! Fear! Humiliation! All surfaced after the movie ended; with
the  mayor calling a conclusion to the day, well, except for me. All of the
men filed  out the door, leaving just the mayor, his son, Carl and myself in the
mess  hall.

"I sure hope it's not to late," said the mayor; as he stood over me, with MY
cellphone taking a lasting photograph of my new additions. The next thing I
know, he's calling  Ryan.

I wanted so much to yell and scream, alerting Ryan to my situation; but yet I
 coward in fear of additional punishment and  torture.

Ryan got a full description of MY daily activities, from the mayor. Oddly
enough  the mayor didn't have to raise his voice. It was as if Ryan was intent on
 learning of my rapid descent into a life of servitude and slavery. From the
conversation I could tell that Ryan had given him, his email address and that
 ALL of the photos were now on their way to his computer. Once the connection
had  been re-established between Ryan and the mayor, there was further
discussion  about each and every picture that had been sent to Ryan. It made me wish
for a  quick, painless death; just knowing that my younger brother was seeing
me in  such a manner. One could also surmise that I was glad that none of the
other  phone numbers on my phone were called; which would most certainly put
an end to  any further job offers once I returned  home.

The conversation lasted quite some time, but with me only hearing one side of
 the talking; it was hard to get an honest assessment of how Ryan was
accepting  this whole situation. The last thing I heard was 'yes you can expect
another  call tomorrow'; before the call ended and the mayor told his boy to get
the  phone on the charging unit while the generator was still  running.

Carl came over to me and got me up on my hands and knees, which caused an
enormous amount of discomfort to the clamped areas of my body. The clamp on the
head of my cock was nearly touching the floor as Carl commanded me to follow
him. Each forward motion of my body caused the heavy clamps to swing and
bobble.

By the time we'd gotten back to the 'Pain Center', Vince had already been
hard  at work, anticipating our arrival. Inside my cell now hung four large
chains  which were attached to some sort of nylon webbed hammock like thing. I had
to  really concentrate, as I hoisted myself up onto this contraption; as it
moved  like a backyard swing. Once I'd finally gotten on the thing, my wrists
were  quickly attached to the front pair of chains. My ankles were then bound to
the  remaining two chains; leaving my knees slightly bent, once again
exposing my  most private body parts to Vince and  Carl.

Both men seemed to pride themselves on the amount of pain they were causing
as  each of them pulled and yanked on the three clamps attached to my body
parts.  The more I screamed and cried, the more they pulled and for longer
durations.  Carl laid the large clamp on my stomach, putting an end to his demonic
torture;  although leaving it still attached to my  cock.

The main door opened, sending a rush of cold air into the cabin; causing me
once  again to shiver. The mayor and his son had joined us, in what was to be
one of  my worst  nightmares.

The mayor stepped around Carl, saying, "Your brother Ryan wishes you the best
of  the best and sends along his regrets for not being here for you." Hearing
those  words, if they were true, sent my hopes of rescue tumbling  downhill.

"But not to worry," he said, "your brother has sent along a pleasant
surprise,  in his own special  way."

I was befuddled to imagine what in the hell he was talking about. Ryan would
never send ME a surprise; not the way I was always forgetting his birthday
and  always forgoing his invitations to one of his 'infamous'  gatherings.

My cell was becoming crowded as the kid appeared on the other side. He sat a
small cloth bag on my abdomen, just above the penis clamp. For the very first
 time, I saw a slight smile on the boy's face; which was mystifying, to say
the  least.

"This one is from Ryan," the mayor said as he reached in to the bag and
withdrew  nothing more than a wooden clothespin. Like, what is that for? I quickly
found  out, as the mayor lifted up my dick, via the clamp and clipped the
clothespin on  the underside of my cock. Pain rocketed up my cock and left me to
experience  several more pinings from the mayor before he took a step back. By
now I was  shaking so violently that the web that I was laying on was rocking
back and  forth and from side to side; with all of the men and the boy
standing idly by,  all with 'shit eating grins' on their  faces.

Shocked, more or less left blindsided by this current experience; I noticed
the  kid reaching into the bag, pulling out a handful of clothespins. I wanted
so  much to plead and beg by now that I would rather have been fucked by the
whole  gang of men instead of suffering this torture; and that's exactly what I
did! I  begged for mercy... pleaded for them to let me down... groveled at their
existence  as something far more superior than myself. None of my words
seemed to have the  desired  effect.

Eight more clothespins were slowly, methodically and precisely placed on my
cock  by the boy. Vince was next and he seemed enthralled as he placed five or
six  clips on my balls. What was becoming more and more apparent to me now,
was that  the excitement level seemed to increase, the more I screamed, choked
on my words  and thrashed about like a fish out of water.

Carl left my genital region to the others as he had plans for another part of
my  body. I suppose in his infinite wisdom, Carl knew other places which the
clothespins would bring about the same reaction from me. The first line of
clothespins started just above my hip bone, followed in a straight line up the
side of my torso and finishing just passed my armpit. An identical line of
them  was clipped on the opposite side of my  body.

The mayor reached in, dumping the remaining few onto my chest. "Only eight of
 these nasty critters left, so how about each of us taking two and picking
out a  good spot for them," he said as if this was just a normal thing to be
doing.

Two clothespins went on each of my ears, one to each of where my eyebrows
used  to be and the last two were placed on my tongue. And by now, needless to
say, I  was nearly  delirious.

"Here Vince, take several photos of our visitor. I told his brother I'd send
him  the pictures once we had delivered the 'surprise'." The mayor said,
handing over  my cellphone.  It was all over in less than two minutes. The phone
captured  my tormented flesh and the photos were now being sent to Ryan's
computer. This  would result in nothing less than me beating the living shit out of
him once I  got back  home.

Yelling to his boy, the mayor said "go get the can. I think our visitor just
might need to  pee."

In a flash the kid was gone and back, now holding a plastic urinal (probably
taken out of a dumpster someplace) and was anxiously waiting for my penis
clamp  to be removed. The relief was instant, both in the removal of the clamp
and the  release of a hard steady stream of my piss into the urinal. At least
that much  was something I wanted and  needed.

The sound of Mozart began to play and I instantly knew that it was my phone
that  was ringing. It was answered, dutifully, by the mayor; and before I knew
it, the  phone was placed next to my  ear.

"Well didn't you go and get yourself into a fucking big mess of trouble."
Came  the all to familiar voice of my brother. "I suppose you expect me to drop
what  I'm doing and fly up there and attempt to locate your ass? I wouldn't be
holding  my breath any length of time if that's what you're expecting, bro.
Seems to me  that all of these great pictures your friends have sent to me, tell
a great  story. I can just see mom and dad now, not to mention the rest of
the family  when they see you sucking on man cock and taking their dicks up your
ass. By the  way, I must admit that I love your new haircut; it so becomes
you. Now then,  what say I come up looking for you in about a month's time or
so? By then I'm  sure you'll be a very compliant slave to your friends and will
be craving cock  as if it were your only means towards salvation. Not that you
and me were ever  that close, but I always just knew how you felt about gay
guys, especially me.  Now it seems that the proverbial shoe is on the other
foot, so to speak. I do  believe; that this is the first and only time you've let
me say more than you;  but since I'm not like you, what would you like to say
to  me."

I didn't have to take the time to think before speaking to Ryan. "Ryan I
don't  know what ever gave you the idea that I was disrespectful towards you or
your  friends. Please, PLEASE don't go showing those pictures around; I'm
begging you.  Just come here and do whatever it takes to gain my release. I'll do
anything you  ask to make it all up to you; I promise. I don't like all this
slave business  and I sure don't like the things they are forcing me to do. And I
can understand  how you must be feeling right this very minute, because of
the pain I've  suffered from the hands of these men just now, through you. I can
only beg  forgiveness and ask for your  understanding."

A few moments of silence over the phone before Ryan replied. "I'll just have
to  think about and contemplate the honesty and sincerity of your pleas and
childish  whining. I'm not so sure that you aren't liking the way your friends
are  treating you. If it wasn't for the pain caused physically and mentally
upon your  soul, I'd say that you are enjoying your nakedness, not to mention the
ample  supply of cocks that you have available to you. You see bro, being
naked exposes  not only your outer self, but you inner being. It allows others to
see you for  what you really are; and if it comes to fruition that indeed you
like cock up  your ass and drinking piss, being a cute little slave to
mankind, then your  friends have trained you beyond my wildest  dreams."

I was momentarily stunned, by Ryan's words. Not only were they most eloquent
in  a manner of speaking, but he sounded so sincere in his observation of my
terminal situation. I was about to make a final response, and another plea;
when  Ryan simply said for me to listen to my friends and do as they ask. He
further  indicated that he'd be in contact with them soon, as he was looking
forward to  witnessing my advancement and behavioral modifications. He left me
with no hope  of coming to my rescue now or anytime  soon.


None of the men commented about the phone call, as the phone went silent and
was  taken away. My mental processing went from hearing my brother' voice to
that of  once again feeling the mild discomfort of the  clothespins.

Carl began flicking at them with his fingers which only heightened the
awareness  that my flesh was adorned with a sizeable quantity of the multi-use
objects.  Then, thinking that it would be such a relief to have them  removed;
became yet another lesson in pain  management.

As Carl began to remove them, one by one, I reacted violently as it hurt more
 when taking them off than it did when they were put on. Once again I began
thrashing around and screaming; as the whole process felt as if I was being
stung by a swarm of bees. He delighted in the fact that I was suffering, and
seemed to draw out the process that much longer. As the last of them was
removed, I discovered that my body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. I
wasn't at all aware of the amount of pain that I would endure when the mayor
removed the two clamps from my nipples. As each nipple clamp came off it felt as
if I'd just been jolted by electricity. There was just no way in hell, that
another human being could be so sadistic and maniacal.

What would come of me now? What kind of 'sick' relationship is Ryan trying to
 form with these men? How much more 'hospitality' are these guys going to
show  me. I had to come up with some means of escape, and soon; now fearing even
worse  treatment.

The teen moved around and stood between my outstretched legs, glancing at me
and  then turning towards his dad. I thought for a minute that I was about to
get a  royal fucking but it turns out that the boy had been given permission
for  something more in line with his own  training.

In front of everyone, the kid bent forward and took my sore cock into his
mouth.  It took several minutes for his mouth to bath away the soreness; before
my brain  was able to process my need for a strong erection.

His head was bobbing up and down on my cock; each downward movement seemed to
 swallow more and more of my dick; until he had it completely engulfed in his
 mouth and throat. He used one of his hands to gently massage my balls; which
 increased the level of pleasure I was  experiencing.

I could  begin to feel a strain in my balls, to which I attributed to the
fact that they  were separated from each other and that they were trying to draw
up into my  body. The boy's soft hands gliding over the tight skin surrounding
each of my  nuts was the most sensual feeling I'd ever experienced. Honestly,
I didn't want  him to  stop.

I so much wanted and needed to grab a hold of the boy's head, but with my
wrists  all bound there was nothing I could do. I bucked my hips several times;
trying  in vain to get more of my manhood into his mouth, but he already had it
 completely engulfed. After several rather vivid moments, my seed flew into
the  dark, moist cavern of the kid's mouth and throat. I couldn't believe the
amount  of desire and passion the teen put forth; and I sure as hell couldn't
believe  that I had gotten such a thrill, a sexual high, from his attentive
mouth and  tongue. Jesus, was that the best or what. I think that perhaps in a
lot of ways  it was better than the last two girls I'd been  with.

I had to be imagining things; as once the teenager had slid his mouth off of
my  cock, Vince took his place. Now, I'm not one to complain when it comes to
sex,  but my cock is quite sensitive right after I dump a load. Vince went
right to  work sucking on the head of my dick, causing those never ending waves
of agony.  I begged, pleaded and cried for him to stop; but he didn't. Even
thrashing  around as I was doing, didn't seem to intimidate him.  Carl and the
mayor  were looking on with nothing less than total hysterical reactions to my
predicament.

I was out of breath, and exhausted by the time Vince stood up and move away
from  my body. Carl's facial expressions changed so fast from laughing to
serious that  I didn't know what to expect.
The mayor  came up to me and chastised me for all of the moaning and
verbalizing that I'd  done. He explicitly informed me that it was not in my duties as
the new camp  slave to speak, unless spoken to.  I noticed that Carl had
stepped out of  my cell but was back in under a minute. As the mayor moved aside,
Carl was now  standing by my raised feet. What happened next occurred so fast
that I didn't  have time to  think.

Carl had retrieved a rather wide leather strap, which you might even think of
as  a paddle (of sorts). It was about four inches wide and eighteen inches
long. I  watched, holding my breath as he raised his arm and the next thing I
felt was a  shockwave of pain on the bottom of my left foot. Over and over again
Carl lashed  out at me with his paddle. I screamed but did not  beg.

There was only a momentary lapse, as Carl repositioned himself and began
thrashing the bottom of my right foot. His body, and the others. became blurred;
as tears filled my  eyes.

My feet were numb, yet burning by the time Carl handed the paddle over to the
 mayor. The two men exchanged places and the mayor took a couple of practice
swings with the paddle; before his first real swing landed on my tender
skinned  ass.  My body violently reacted to his first hit and my vocal cords were
strained to their limit. I thought he was ripping the hide right off of my
body;  assured that the entire camp could here my  plight.

Both cheeks were dealt a severe punishment before the mayor called a halt to
his  own actions. Carl had reached up and grabbed two of the chains holding
the  webbing and rather quickly brought the swinging motion to a halt. All I
could do  was lay there, weeping and sucking down the phlegm and snot from my
nasal  passages.

"Now slave, I'm quite certain that you've learned a most valuable lesson here
 tonight. Instead of being thankful to the two men, who copulated with you,
you  called out blasphemous words and phrases which we deem to be
non-acceptable  means of communication." The mayor said in a rather disappointed tone of
voice.

Carl was ready with his comments as well, saying to me, "you should be
thankful  that we did not impose a more severe punishment upon your body. Nothing
you  think, you say or feel is of any real concern to any of us or the other
free  men. You are here to bring pleasure to all of us. You are to become
proficient  in everything that we teach you. The few things you do well, are far out
weighed  by all of the things you do wrong or improperly; BUT each day you
will be given  the same lessons and each day you will receive new lessons, until
such time as  you've been exposed to every fucking whim of all of the men. It
could be from  sucking their dicks, feeling the dicks up your worthless slave
ass, OR it might  even include an overnight stay out back with Brutus, in his
kennel. Regardless  of your lesson, you must learn it well or else suffer
these same consequences or  some that are far  worse."

Carl's lecture didn't end in a question, but I felt a strong, urgent need to
thank him and the mayor for their kind words. They seemed pleased that I
responded in such a  manner.

Vince knelt down at my ass and began sucking on my hole, and the mayor's boy
came up and gave me a long, deep and compassionate kiss. When the boy moved
out  of my cell, Vince stood up and came around to also kiss me. His breath and
his  tongue overwhelmed my senses. I thought for sure that I was tasting some
of the  remnants of this afternoons fuck  session.

Vince withdrew from my cell, as did the mayor and Carl. I soon saw all of
them  exit, except for Vince; who put a couple more chunks of wood in the stove
and  began turning down the lanterns. Before sliding himself under the covers
of his  bed, he came to me with a warm wool blanket and careful covered my
torso with  it.

As Vince fell fast asleep, I lay there still bound and on the web sling;
trying  to think about what had just happened to me and with me. It had been a
long day  for sure and I had a lot to think about, but nothing more important to
think  about than the words which Ryan had spoken to  me.


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