Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2006 23:16:19 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 6

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North Country Chapter  Six



Vince woke me early, for some unknown reason; but it was a relief in that he
allowed me to piss in the urinal, before he himself left to go out into the
cold  air to relieve himself. The thought of escape pierced my thought process
and  that was about all I could think about. I had to get the hell out of here
and I  felt that if I didn't escape soon, I'd only be subjected to more of
their  servitude  training.

Vince came back in, shivering from the cold air and quickly stoked up the
embers  in the stove; adding several large pieces of firewood. The crackling
sound  seemed to fill the air and the heat began emanating from the stove rather
quickly.

After he'd gotten the coffee pot onto the stove top, Vince came over and
began  to release my bindings. It seemed that the only thing that Vince could do
was to  display a big grin before telling me that today was going to be the day
that  they removed my foreskin, and I had another session lashed down to the
table,  urinal duty and 'ass slurping'.  I guess Carl wasn't kidding when he
said  that everyday would be repetitious not forgetting the addition of one or
more  new  lessons.

By the time Vince had helped me down off the web sling, the coffee was ready
and  Vince was eager to have his first taste. He had no sooner gotten over to
the  stove and I grabbed his shoulder, twisting him back around, facing me.  I
 wished that it was someone other than Vince; but, my right fist connected
square  with his jaw and my left fist found its intended target, that being
Vince's  stomach.

I watched, as his eyes rolled back and he slumped to the floor. I had to grab
 him to prevent him from falling onto the hot stove; as I eased his head down
to  the floor. I stared at him momentarily, amazed that either I was stronger
than I  knew, or Vince had a 'glass jaw'; in either case I had to go now... Now
or never,  as the end result would be freedom or  torture.

I slowly opened the cabin door and was hit with the cold night air. I looked
around and the entire camp seemed to still be asleep; not even the wildlife
was  up yet.  As I stepped out onto the small porch, I noticed that there was
one, lone campfire burning; but I saw no movement anywhere on the common
grounds. My butt still burned from last night and my feet were extremely sore;
but I knew that I couldn't turn back now. I also knew that in the dark, I was
nothing less than lost. I walked as fast as my aching feet would allow, down to
 the common area of the camp and passed the campfire; feeding briefly on the
heat  that was being given  off.

To my right was the direction we went yesterday in the truck. Straight ahead
was  where they led me yesterday morning to receive my bath and enema. Off to
my left  is where, I think, the direction they had brought me into the camp on
the first  day. Pondering the three directions, I chose the path towards the
stream.

No sooner had the camp disappeared from sight, I heard Vince yelling and
screaming. My heart began to race even harder and my brain was communicating
with my feet; urging them to move faster. With more voices now, I knew that the
entire camp was becoming aware of my escape. Then I heard the sound of evil
and  meanness; the loud barking and yelping of the dog. Jesus, I'm  screwed!

The ground cover was torture enough, but I had to suffer countless tree limbs
 and branches bashing themselves into my body. Somewhere along the way, I'd
gotten off of the path and now I found myself deep into a heavily wooded area.
I  had to get down and crawl over and around some of nature's finest work.

At one point the voices and the barking didn't seem so loud and I thought,
just  for a quick second, that I'd heard the babbling of the stream. I followed
my  perception and continued toward where I assumed the stream was. Every few
 minutes I stopped, just to listen to the voices; trying to determine if they
 were following me, or if they had taken a different  direction.

I was right! I came to a small opening in the woods and the stream was right
there in front of me. It wasn't the same place as yesterday, but IT was the
stream; it just had to be. Damn, the water's cold; but it was necessary that I
 get across. This part of the stream is a lot deeper than where I knelt
yesterday. The water was almost up to my nipples as I struggled to keep upright
in the fast moving current.

It was even colder when I reached the other side and had climbed up a small
embankment. I stood there, shaking the water off my body the best I could. I
could hear the men and dog, but they seemed to have been on the path used
yesterday. I also heard the rumbling engine of the pickup truck as it came to
life in the stillness of the early  morning.

I needed sunlight for direction, and for warmth. My body shivered and quickly
 filled with goose bumps. I started once again through the woods, 'assuming'
that  I was headed in the direction of town. I hadn't given much thought,
until now,  on what, if any, plans were viable options. My best bet would be to
come across  other hikers and campers. They'd be the most likely to help me out
and  understand my plight. I knew, also, that once the sun came up that I'd be
able  to get the bindings off of my balls, as I couldn't even feel where the
final  knot was. I'd rather die then let those bastards cut off my foreskin,
let alone  re-capture me; which would mean relentless hours of torture and
abusive  treatment.

I must have gotten a decent distance between myself and the other men; as
their  voices faded and finally fell silent, even the wailing dog was not heard.
The  good thing; was that the last time I heard the truck rattling, it was
somewhere  ahead of me. That, to me, meant that I was headed in a direction which
would  take me out into the open where I'd get a good view of my exact
location.   Once on the road, and with the sun coming up, I'd know which direction I
needed  to go so that the long trek back to town would be easier to navigate.

By now my  body was covered with cuts and scrapes; some of which were still
bleeding. I'm  sure that any hiker would be able to render first aid if my cuts
were serious,  but in the dark nothing was a  shoe-in.

I decided to stop right where I was, until the sun came up; which was a
welcome  relief just to be able to stay in one spot; without the worry of someone
sneaking up on me. Cold, tired, sore and hungry, I huddled against myself
trying  to find warmth. By the chirping of some birds, I knew that sunrise was
coming;  and it finally came up in a blaze of glory.

After surveying my surroundings and inspecting my body for nasty cuts, I
managed  to untangle the two knots in the leather cord they used on my nuts. It
was such  a relief to me and my  balls.

Everything had happened so fast, and worst of all, without any thought given
to  a plan. It was now becoming evident that without food and fire, I would
find  myself in distress unless I came across some hikers. Hikers, I had to find
 hikers, if I was to survive. Not to mention the speed and stealth of a man
like  Carl; who apparently was the one who followed me and stole most, if not
all of  my things during my nights sleeping alone. I would constantly have to
be on  guard against having him sneak up on  me.

I slowly crept out into the open, and seeing not a soul; I ventured out onto
the  road, and equated the journey I'd have to take to get back in to town, or
have a  good chance at coming across a fellow hiker. The idea of flagging
down a vehicle  was not an option. For all I knew, some of the people in town are
being told of  my escape this very  minute.

I stayed off the road, but kept it in close proximity to me all morning long.
I  didn't hear any motor sounds nor did I hear any human sounds. Several
times I  ducked into the woods and walked hidden amongst the trees and bushes. My
feet  were becoming numb for the previous nights torture and all of the twigs
and  rocks I'd walked on. My body was in dire need of food and water, which I
knew  weren't coming via a pizza delivery  truck.

As the sun came directly overhead, I decided to find a safe spot to rest. I
so  wanted to hear the noise of a brook or stream. Cold water or not, I needed
to  drink and soak my feet; but unless I wanted to waste time and back track,
looking for the stream was out of the  question.

It seemed that I'd made decent progress during the day, as the sun began to
fade. The air here sure goes from warm to cold in the blink of an eye; and my
body was telling me to find warmth. Thankfully, I found a downed pine tree
and  was able to snap off some of the branches; using them to lay on and to
cover  myself up  with.

I was more than scared, as the night came quick. I needed to sleep but I had
this constant reminder that Carl was most likely sleuthing around looking for
 me.

The night was filled with the sounds of nature; animals crawling around and
the  nocturnal noises of the winged creatures swooping around looking for food.
I  dozed off and on, but never really slept soundly; which would just be
another  hindrance to all of my efforts. With no hope of a good meal, or water; I
brushed  myself off and got into a clearing to warm up with the rising  sun.

I was amazed that not a single vehicle had scoured the road during the night
and  even more surprised that I hadn't run across the men from camp yet. Since
I had  made it safely through day number one, perhaps today I'd be able to
make it the  rest of the way into town. In my mind, I could see the rustic town,
with it's  feeling of friendship and warmth. I just needed to get to my car
and retrieve  the hidden set of car keys. I even had a few dollars tucked away
underneath the  driver's seat; which would be enough for me to get a shirt and
possibly an  inexpensive pair of jean. And, with the help of my dad, I could
get him to wire  me some money for gas and food. It seemed that today was
going to turn out okay;  and I wasn't even going to pursue these guys legally; I
just wanted this  nightmare to end and I just wanted to get home and have a
brotherly  confrontation with  Ryan.

I thought I saw smoke from a campfire. It seemed to be in the direction which
I  was needing to go; so I took off in that direction, not knowing what I'd
find  once I got  there.

I slowed to a crawl, as the campfire neared. By the time I'd gotten there, I
had  crawled through the brush and dead vegetation for about one hundred
yards; not  knowing if this whole thing was a set up and the men were waiting to
pounce on  me. I scanned the area, and listened for any sign of life; but the
campsite  appeared to be empty. I'd stumbled onto a camp where the hikers failed
to  totally failed to extinguish their  fire.

I quickly stirred the hot embers and found several small branches with which
to  rekindle the flame. The heat was a god-send. Shockingly enough, these
campers  weren't all that careful about leaving the place nice and clean either.
On  several of the large rocks surrounding the fire, I discovered bits and
pieces of  what appeared to be scrambled eggs; which I consumed with ease. I even
found a  couple fragments of what remained of a piece of partially eaten bread
which I  also ate without reservation as to who's mouth had been eating away
at it before  me.

Once again I scanned the horizon, looking for the campers and trusting that
none  of the men from the mayor's camp were anywhere around. Thankful that I
was still  alone, I looked on the ground for anymore tidbits of food; but none
were to be  found. I'd have to wait on good fortune, perhaps closer to town;
before I'd get  a good meal into my body. I waited until the fire had reduced
itself in size  before I began tossing handfuls of dirt on it; making sure that
it was totally  extinguished, then set off in the direction of  town.

Only once, did I believe that I heard the engine of the rusty truck; and I
responded by laying flat on the earth until the sound faded away. I made fairly
 good time and prayed that I'd come in contact with fellow hikers; but to no
avail.

Late in the afternoon, I got my first glimpse of town; from high atop one of
the  mountains. I knew that it was going to take at least three more hours to
get  there but I was determined now more than ever to make it before the air
turn  unbearably  cold.

As I crossed over the road, on the last stretch of trail leading into town; I
 was only about a mile or two from freedom, when a car sped passed me like a
bat  outta hell. I watched as the car continued on it's way for about a
quarter mile.  Suddenly the car came to an abrupt stop and made one of those seldom
used, three  point U-turns. I continued watching as it came careening down the
road, passing  me once more. This time it stopped about a hundred feet passed
where I stood.

I noticed the driver's door open and saw only a partial head sticking out
when I  heard, "You, naked kid! Ya need a ride into town?" I didn't waste time in
 answering him; as I took off towards the vehicle in the fastest time I could
 muster  up.

I was just about to the back bumper of the car, when the driver stepped out
and  I froze in my tracks watching the driver sprint behind the car and came at
me  with a flying tackle. Both of us hit the ground like a sack of potatoes.
I  thought for a moment that I was going to black out from the contact with
mother  earth. As the stars cleared from my eyes, I came face to face with my
attacker.  It was the kid from the grocery store. He had me pinned down and
regardless of  how hard I fought; I failed to get him off of me. His strength must
have come  naturally, as he was smaller than I am. He twisted my arm and
flipped me over,  face down into the dirt. It was only a matter of seconds before
he had my wrists  bound with one of those plastic ty-wraps. He even managed to
bind my feet  together; after which he pulled them up and, using yet another
plastic ty-wrap  had them affixed to my wrist; leaving me hog  tied.

He managed to drag me backwards, towards his car; and with a great deal of
effort and adrenalin he had me crunched up in the trunk. I started crying
instantly, as the car started moving; towards town I think. The ride lasted less
than ten minutes, plenty of time at this speed to make it back to town; and
the  motor was shut off. I heard the car door open and close; assuming that my
captor  was going to open the truck lid and haul my ass out, but he  didn't.

I stayed in the trunk for what seemed like hours, before the lid popped open.
 The first thing I noticed was that it was now pitch black outside. I could
barely make out the forms of the men standing there, gazing down at my
tortured  body and tormented soul. Several pairs of hands were used to lift me up and
out  of the trunk before they simply released their grip; sending me crashing
to the  ground, or should I say  pavement.

Flashlights were turned on and began blinding my vision with their quartz
light.  I couldn't see anything at all, but knew that my life was about to become
a  living hell from here on  out.

The plastic was cut which had held my feet to my hands and I was hauled up
onto  my feet. I was surrounded by at least six men from camp plus the teen
who'd  captured me. Then, the mayor stood directly in front of my face; and I
could  tell by his breath that he'd been  drinking.

I could tell by his face that he was beyond mad. He stood there, silently,
starring at me as if he could see into my brain. His ominous presence sent a
rapid feeling of fear throughout my body. He slowly stepped aside, revealing
none other than Vince; who stepped forward, alcohol on his breath as well, and
Vince swiftly connected his fist with my jaw and his booted foot made contact
 with my nuts. I dropped like a rock, only to be hoisted by up onto my feet.
A  solid punch to my gut was followed by a huge chunk of man spit to my face.
He,  along with all the others laughed at my current  situation.

"Is it time now, NOW do I get to fuck the slave?" Shouted the  boy.

"Indeed, boy, now IS the proper time to claim your reward," the mayor said
with  a slightly slurred  voice.

I was quickly turned around facing the kid's car and my wrists were freed but
 were quickly re-tied with rope; each separately. I was then shoved forward,
onto  the trunk lid of his car; and my arms were pulled out and forward, with
the two  ropes being tossed through the open windows of the car. The ropes
were then tied  together, thus leaving the upper portion of my body immobile.
Ropes also  replaced the plastic that had been holding my feet together and those
ropes were  tossed under the car; to be tied off to the rear axle of the
vehicle. Now my ass  was exposed for any and all to see the remnants of the
thrashing from two days  ago, along with the scratches obtained while trekking thr
ough the woods. The  cold night air had found my asshole and balls, which made
the whole scene that  much more  revolting.

"Before I fuck him, can I try out this little thing I got last month? Heck,
I've  only got to try it out on a few stray cats so far, but I'm dying to see
how good  it works on a slave like this stud." The teenager said with  glee.

"Don't see why the fuck not, go to it and have yourself a blast. After all
you're the one we need to be thanking for recovering our property. We probably
wouldn't have found the slave until tomorrow, so you just take your time and
enjoy him and his slave ass. Fuck him all you want and then me and the boys
will  have our turn with his sorry self." Came the slurred words from the
mayor,  leaving me to wonder how much torment would I have to endure before they'd
most  likely kill me and toss my body into a train's  boxcar.

"Might gag the fag slave, before somebody comes a snooping around back here,"
 came words of advice from one of the men. In short order I had a smelly rag
stuffed into my mouth, thus silencing any outburst I may have  made.

Another of the men called out, "rustle up a couple of those milk crates over
there, seems like the kid might be needing them to be high enough to fuck
this  worthless piece of  shit."

The next thing I knew was that a severe, if not life threatening pain struck
my  nuts. I screamed into the rag, but my stomach was about to deliver up a
health  dose of the 'dry heaves'. The men laughed, at my expense, as the same
pain came  calling. I realized that the kid had some kind of electrical toy
which he was  using on my balls. Over and over again the pain shot through me,
until the  teenager changed  targets.

I felt a hand yanking on my dick, pulling it down away from the metal of the
car; and suddenly the same shock was sent through my cock. It was so severe
that  it caused me to release my bladder and a pool of piss, steamed on the
ground  below. I was about to think that the boy rather enjoyed playing with his
toy  more than he ever imagined; but soon he was done and I knew what was
coming  next.

I could feel the hard plastic of the milk crates bang again my ankles; as I
heard the boy's zipper. Laughter ensued, which for once wasn't being directed
at  me. Apparently the boy had removed all of his clothes, much to the
amusement of  all the men, until I heard the mayor say; "See there, the boy remembers
his  lessons well. He knows that he is supposed to be naked in front of those
far  superior to his kind. No need to laugh at him; he's only doing was is
most  proper as a fag slave should  do."

The kid stood up on the crates and I could hear him spit, presumably on his
cock. "No good lube for his ass, so we'll all just use spit, until we got
enough  cum dripping from his hole." Shouted Vince, who was still in a rather mean
 spirit.

In one fast, continuous motion, the boy rammed his cock into my ass. I howled
 but it was of no use; as it only brought out more jeers and laughter from
the  crowd of men. His cock was pumping like a runaway locomotive, each time
burying  itself up to his pubic hair. A few properly placed slaps on my ass kept
my mind  reeling. It wasn't until the kids final thrust accompanied by a moan
and a few  choice words for me; did the boy unload his sperm up my ass. I
couldn't actually  feel the cum, but I just knew what he'd done. After stepping
down from the  crates the boy took two last shots, delivering electrical jolts
to my cock and  balls. After once again slapping my tender butt with his hand
and telling me,  "I'll be fucking you again real soon fag boy", he moved  away.

By now, I'd lost all hope of rescue, not to mention release from these bonds;
 but I suppose I've never been one to give up at anything I sent my mind to.
I  continued swallowing the bile which crept up into my throat, wanting it all
to  just fucking  stop!

After the second cock had unloaded up my ass, I heard someone (probably the
kid)  say, "I need to piss, so hold on just a  sec."

I felt the car move slightly and then noticed out of the corners of my eyes
that  there were two boots, just in front of my head. Standing on his own car,
the  naked teenager grabbed his cock and began spraying my body with his acrid
urine.  It seemed that everything this kid did, brought the crowd of men to
laughter and  clapping. "Next time, BITCH, I'm going to use your fucking mouth
as my urinal  and maybe even let you taste my shit if you're a good faggot
slave."

My ass was used by all of the men and not surprising was the fact that they
all  followed the teenagers example and stood on his car to piss on my weak and
 abused flesh. I was thinking, now that they had their fun for the night;
that at  least I'd get some form of relief; but again, as usual, I discovered my
thinking  wasn't in line with  theirs'.

I heard the men talking but the volume of their voices made it impossible for
me  to clearly hear what they were saying; until finally I heard the mayor
telling  two of the men to 'go get the trucks'.

The stench of piss was everywhere and yet I wasn't as repulsed about it as
much  as I had been when I first experienced another man's urine; but it would
be nice  if I could rinse it off my body, along with two days dirt and grime.

I knew, and I could feel the dick snot dripping from my ass; as my bindings
were  removed from the car, yet still attached to my four limbs. Simply put,
two men  flipped me over onto my back, arching my body, which was most
uncomfortable. At  least for now, I could see the men as they walked passed me,
flashlights still  bouncing their beams of light in many directions, as my limbs were
once again  fastened to parts of the  car.

I heard the trucks coming and I once again was confused.  Two trucks and I
was still tied to the  car.

"Well who wants to go first", asked the mayor as he apparently was still
partaking of an ample supply of liquid  refreshments.

"I'LL GO FIRST! Carl yelled  out.
I  started to lift my head, so that I could possibly see what they were
talking  about; but one of the men quickly slammed my head back down onto the deck
lid.  The next thing I know, Carl is standing next to me with a lit candle.
The flame  flickered brightly in the calm, cold air; illuminating Carl's face.

He tilted the candle, sending droplets of hot wax onto my chest. I screamed
behind my gag, and he just laughed. The wax even found my nipples and that, I
might say, is most unpleasant. Soon Carl was joined by another of the men
standing opposite him, and he too began dripping hot wax. It appeared to me, and
 felt hotter as the two men lowered the candles even closer to my body.

Someone was now dripping the wax on my naked head, and ears; which seemed to
excite the crowd even more. As my eyes cast down, I saw the mayor standing
over  my cock, and he too had a lit candle. He began dripping the hot wax onto
my cock  and pubic region which seemed to only continue the hoots and hollers
from the  men. I watched in horror, as he grabbed my cock at the base and
raised it  skyward; only to drip the molten liquid on the very tip of my dick. I
was beyond  screaming and the small amount of thrashing around I was able to do,
did not  deter these men from their sadistic ritual. I knew that I'd passed
out from the  pain; as when I came to, the men were all standing around passing
their bottle  of booze back and  forth.

I couldn't even feel the cold air on my cock or balls. All I knew was that
they  felt a lot heavier now than normal. It must have been one hell of a wax
job  they'd done. Not to mention, that I was totally amazed that not one single
resident of town had heard all of the  commotion.

What happened next, I really don't want to mention; but, my mind tells me
that I  should, just in case you find yourself in a similar  situation.

The kid, climbed up onto his car once again, and I assumed it was to piss.
The  next thing I see is the boy's ass, as he squats over my chest. I can
clearly see  his hairless crotch along with his cock and low hanging nuts as he is f
acing me.  But, I wasn't expecting him to unload his turds onto my upper
chest. One after  another they dropped from his ass, while the men roared with
laughter. He seemed  pleased that he could 'perform' in front of the other men, as
he purposely  lowered his head so that I might see the evil grin on his  face.

Chants of 'more', 'more' filled the air; but the kid was done. He jumped off
the  car like a frog, to take a position standing next to me. The men were
still  chanting, as the kid began to smear his turds all over my torso. If there
had  been anything in my stomach, rest assured it would have come sailing up
and  out.

Suddenly my legs were released, but then they were bent backwards; straining
every last muscle in my thighs, and the ropes were tied to the same ones
which  bound my  wrists.

The sound of the truck engines starting up, caused my to freak out. The kid
once  more jumped on the back of his car and once again squatted over my chest.
I  heard the sound of his car staring up and I became even more frantic. From
the  amount of illumination and the sound of engines, I knew that one truck
was  behind us and the other truck was in front of us. The car started to move
forward with a small jerking motion and the kid leaned over me with both his
hands now firmly on the  vehicle.

The teenager quickly moved his hand, so that he could remove the stank rag
from  my mouth; and I was most relieved to suck in the fresh air. However it was
short  lived, as he maneuvered his body so that his butt was directly over my
face; and  I watched in horror as his dirty ass lowered onto my face. He
dropped his head  and said to me, "Lick me clean bitch, and eat my shit. If I can
do it, so can  you."

There seemed no earthly way for me to get air to my lungs as the full weight
of  his body was now resting on my face. Several slaps to my head, caused me
to open  my mouth, trying to suck in air; but all I got was a good taste of his
young  ass.

I knew the guys in the truck behind us were probably busting a gut laughing
at  me; as I began to dart my tongue up against the boy's hole. I must have
struck  one of his nerves, because now, instead of slapping my head he was gently
 rubbing  it.

I'd all but forgotten that we were moving, until I noticed the faint lights
on  either side of the vehicle; which only meant one thing. We were going down
the  main street, dead smack in the center of town. I could only hope that the
only  people out at this hour were the town drunks, as for sure I was exposed
not only  physically but exposed for all to see this kid sitting on my face
and me licking  his ass  clean.

Our little motorcade slowed and made a turn off of the main street, and I
soon  found myself in a well lit building; or at least from where I was laying it
was  a  building.

The kid eased up off my face and adjusted himself to where his dick was
gliding  across my lips. "Open you fucking mouth bitch!", the kid hollered, and I
obeyed.  I didn't want anymore trouble, not  tonight.

With his soft dick buried in my mouth I got his full discharge of piss, which
I  wasn't able to swallow fast enough; thusly I was slapped in the face with
his  shit covered  hands.

After the teen had climbed off of me, and the car; it was plain to see where
we  were. In a damn car wash, of all places! I knew that the one truck was
still  behind us, and could only assume that the other truck was in front of the
car;  thus partially blocking the view, should anyone pass by. I could easily
see the  wands (2) and instantly knew what was about to take  place.

The familiar sound of the coin slide in motion, the sputter of air just
before  the water starts to spray were the first sounds I heard; other than those
of a  few of the  men.

One should be appreciative and thankful that the wands weren't all that close
to  my body, as the water pelted my skin. The terrible stinging sensation,
reminded  me of my youth when once I was stung by a jelly fish. The men moved
the wands  all over my body and I was amazed that they pulled the wands back whe
n they went  to spray my face. Then the soap came out, putting suds on me from
head to toe. I  seem to remember one of the men making a comical remark
saying something like,  "Do you think he'll need a wax job  too?"

After pausing for a minute, the water once again flowed, washing the suds
away  along with any remnants of the candle wax. It seemed that they were more
interested in spraying my genitals and ass more than anything. Naturally I
screamed, but to no avail. My balls were bouncing around like a canoe in a
hurricane; helpless to defend  themselves.

Suffer as I might; but the knowledge that all of the piss and shit were being
 hosed off my body and perhaps even alleviating a scrubbing in the cold
stream  was of some consolation to my tormented  body.

Somebody came up and pried my ass open, while the other stood at a safe
distance  and discharged the stream of water at my well fucked ass hole. I was
slowly  coming to grips with the fact that there was no such thing in my thought
process  as 'humiliation'; not after tonight. All I could do now was to conform
to  anybody's and everybody's wants, needs and desires. I lay here, as such,
a  broken man; now nothing more than an object of others pleasure and
amusement. No  escape, no tomorrows, only the here and now. Over powered by these men
and the  boy, no say in my future; as if the old real me no longer  existed.

After turning my over, once again they drenched my body with the soap and
water;  and once more they found pleasure in rinsing out my ass. Just from
exhaustion, I  was glad that this particular ordeal was over; as I now knelt there
in the wash  bay, hands properly placed behind my head, watching as the teen
and the two men  made quick work of washing the piss, slime, shit and dirt from
the kid's car.  Once the spray had ceased, the air started to feel colder,
colder in fact than  the previous night; but perhaps it was just a mixture of
being wet and  emotionally drained that caused me to feel this  way.

Before any of the vehicles moved, not to mention started, they hauled me up
to  the lead truck and pulled me, without regard to my safety in to the bed of
the  pickup. Once there were two or three men in the cab of the truck, the men
 standing with me, turned me around facing the back. I was then lifted up
onto  the roof of the truck, on my back. The ropes that had remained dangling
from my  wrists were passed to the men seated up front and they tied the two rope
ends  together; my arms now spread out nearly horizontal to my body. They
proceeded to  bend my legs backwards towards the front of the truck; with my
ankles actually  resting on each side of the truck bed. The two ends of the ropes
were then  secured to the door handles, thus making me look something similar
to a slain  deer in hunting season on the way to the tagging station. My head
was slightly  tilted back, so I can only assume that it was resting on the
upper part of the  windshield; making my torso and pubic region the highest
point.

The mayor climbed up in the truck and took a small piece of rope and wrapped
it  excruciatingly tight around my balls and tied it off to my locked collar;
and in  doing so caused my cock to be more pronounced to the world. "Enjoy the
ride back  home boy", the mayor said with a certain degree of indifference in
his voice.  Grabbing and tugging on my foreskin he concluded his words by
saying, "it's  coming off, no doubt about it slave boy; you're going to loose
this thing you  consider part of your old  self."

All three motors ignited simultaneously and the vehicles began to move
forward.  As we made the turn back onto the main street, I continued feeling as if
my life  had ended and a new life lay ahead. I didn't even turn my head when I
heard what  sounded like an inebriated man call out, "you got yourself a good
one there mr.  mayor."

The cold air no longer bothered me, nor did the bumps in the road; as they
drove  me back to my new life. All I could see were the countless stars in the
night  sky and a few billowing clouds. Even the cord around my nuts seemed so
insignificant as it strained with every bounce of the truck.

The truck slowed, turned and with the dirt road splattered with chuck holes,
I  knew we'd arrived back at camp. I was, maybe wasn't, surprised to discover
that  the grocery store teen had also driven up with the other vehicles; as I
was  taken silently from the truck and forced to the ground to begin crawling
back  the remaining distance to the  camp.

The two campfires were full ablaze when we got there and the warmth felt good
 and emitted a rather 'comforting' atmosphere. I was hastily brought up onto
my  feet and pushed back against the thick pole they used on me a few days
ago.  The same poles were used again, spreading my feet and hands. The  mayor
came up and removed the rope from my collar and allowed it to momentarily  drop
free.

One of the men came up and following direction from the mayor began screwing
into the ground, one of those things pet owners use to chain their dog up to
in  the back yard. Once the task had been completed the mayor took the free
end of  the rope and ran it through the large steel loop on the dog anchor; and
he  seemed delighted in pulling it for all he was worth. I no longer had the
strength, nor the will, to scream or struggle; as I watched my balls being
stretched beyond  belief.

Vince had gone up to the 'Pain Center' and returned with several items. The
first item, being a wide leather band; was placed over my forehead and pulled
tightly behind the pole and fastened, thus immobilizing my head. The next two
 items were those heavy metal clamps, which the teenager was allowed to place
on  my nipples. The last item was slipped over my cock and the mayor made
some  adjustments on it; which included spreading my foreskin over the cold
hardened  steel. "I'll leave this on your worthless slave dick, just so you'll have
a  constant reminder that this piece of apparatus is going to remove your
skin in  the morning." That's all the mayor had to say to me, before he ordered
everyone  to their cabins, except that from now on, one male would stand watch
over me  from a safe  distance.

I was left there for the night, with only the fading warmth of the campfire
to  ward off the worst of the cold night air; to contemplate the atonement for
my  sins.

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