Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2006 14:14:07 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 8

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North Country  Chapter  Eight


I guess the one thing that I was thankful for, was that over the next several
 days I wasn't subjected to the cold stream water; which had up till now been
 used for my anal cleansing and bathing.

In place of  the stream, I was dutifully bathed inside, at the 'Pain Center'
with warm water  and my cleansings were done behind the  kennel.

They, mostly Vince, had tended to my needs which included the application of
some salve for my welts and the one or two places where the skin had opened
up.

I had  continued cleaning the cabins, but I hadn't been tied beneath the
outhouse for  the last few days. The dog, Brutus, and I had finally been able to
become  friends; and he always seemed excited every day when I went in to clean
out his  kennel. I wasn't keen on the idea of him sniffing between my legs,
but I suppose  that a lot of dogs do such  things.

The  constant cock sucking and the nightly fuckfest was something that I
finally had  come to terms with. There was something about having sex with a man
that was  becoming easier for me to understand and enjoy (most of the time). I
didn't yet  feel comfortable about those men who had to take the sex part to
extremes and  fuck me like a speeding bullet. The slower, gentler fuck was what
a really  sensual sort of thing was for me. I felt almost as if I was getting
just as much  pleasure from it than the guy who had his cock up my ass.
Sucking cock was so  much easier, as the days wore on. I still gagged when the
longer ones tried to  get my throat muscles to palpitate their organ, but all in
all sucking cock was  something that I almost began looking forward  to.

With a  good deal of my time being outside, my pale, city boy, body was
slowly turning  into a nice tan without tanlines; which seemed to please the
mayor's son more  than anyone.

The daily  trips into town had ceased, and only one truck was sent in daily;
usually with  the mayor, a driver, and with his son in the back. It seemed
odd, in some ways,  that they didn't take me with them; but I was quite gratified
to stay  behind.

Then, one evening at supper time, my meal was delivered in a bowl along with
a  bowl of water. After I had kissed all of the men's boots and moved out from
 under the table I had gone to my spot anticipating a normal meal; but when I
saw  the bowls I knew something new had been added to my transformation. The
mayor's  kid came over and bound my hands to my collar, at which time I was
informed that  I was, from now on, to eat just like Brutus. I never considered
the physical  differences between man and canine until I had to eat like one.

After  dinner the men all turned to watch the news on the television and then
all were  treated to a dvd; which, unfortunately was a gay master/slave flick
which seemed  to send some of them over the edge, as a few of them were
jacking off without  regard to anyone or anything  else.

When  the movie finished and I'd had more photos taken of myself, the mayor
came from  behind me and wrapped a length of cotton cord around the base of my
already  bound balls. As he had left a lengthy bit of the cord laying in the
floor; he  fashioned two rather wide ankle restraints out of hemp rope and the
two ankles  were left with only about a foot and a half of 'play' between
them. The  remaining white cord was tied to the center of the rope between my
ankles. "This  should keep our slave in his new proper position", the mayor stated
to the  group; to which they all started howling like a pack of  wolves.

I  was poked and prodded, until I began to move around the mess hall getting
accustomed to my new position. It was true; that I couldn't move in such a
way  unless I wanted the rope and or cord to yank on my nutsack. Every forward
motion  had to be deliberate and  small.

The  men began talking to one an other and it was only then did I come to
realize  what day it was. Tonight was the night, that the train passed by the
camp and  the men that were going to be leaving for the coast were saying their
goodbye's.  Along with those three men leaving, two others were also hopping
the train; as  they apparently didn't 'fit in' with the main core of the camp. I
think they  were the one's who had fled other states; more precisely, they
were evading the  law. With five men leaving, that would reduce the manpower
almost by fifty  percent; making the remaining men having to pick up the slack in
the daily  chores. Out of the five who were leaving, three of them had been
among those who  DID NOT savagely attack my ass; but were rather considerate
when their manmeat  worked itself to  climax.

In  the distance, the faint sound of the train whistle was heard; alerting
the men,  like an alarm clock, that it was time to go. After shaking hands or
parting  hugs, the men headed for the door without as much as a look in my
direction. I  felt sad to see some of them go, and sadder yet when none of them
said anything  to me; the man who'd sucked their cocks and had their dicks up my
ass.

The  train whistle was extremely loud, and I'm sure that if we were outside
we could  have probably even heard the steel wheels on the tracks; but in short
time, the  last whistle heard was once again nothing more than a faint
reminder of days  just past. The five guys had successfully hopped the train, and
were on to other  things; leaving the other men in the mess hall in silence, as
if they'd just  lost good  friends.

The  men, except for Vince, the mayor and his son, all left for their
respective  cabins. The mayor came over to me and began clicking off pictures, still
using  my cellphone, of my new rope bindings. Vince and the kid were busy
clearing the  table; which to my surprise included putting all of the dirty plates
on the  floor in front of me so that I could lick them clean before they got
washed in  hot soapy  water.

I  could tell by the mayor's position, or should I say positions, that he was
also  capturing these 'Kodak' moments on the  cellphone.

"You'll make a fine dog slave one day boy. You learn to move on all fours and
to  piss and shit like a fucking dog, and you'll make somebody a good dog to
have  around their house." The mayor said, only to be followed by his son
making a  couple of  comments.

"Hey dad, maybe he'll make a good bitch for Rufus! I bet that Rufus would
like  to hump him because those two are getting to be good friends now. Now that
Lenny  is gone, poor old Rufus won't be getting a boy ass to fuck. Best part
of that  was Lenny yelling and screaming every time old Rufus got his knot hung
up inside  the hole."

There was no reply to the kid's comment, which apparently didn't sit well
with  his father; or did  it?

The  mayor and Vince sat around the table with cups of coffee, and watched as
the boy  approached my kneeling  body.

"Sit  boy Sit", the kid called out. "SIT I SAID!" The next thing I knew was
the kid  was swatting the back of my head. I couldn't believe he was now even
talking to  me as if I were indeed a  dog.

I  slowly and simultaneously began moving my butt back towards the heels of
my feet  and raising my upper body, until I was in 'sit' position. Staring me
in the face  was the kid's cock, nearly stiff; and all I could do, all I wanted
to do was to  lean forward just a bit and suck it all into my mouth. I didn't
have to lean  forward because the cock was unceremoniously pressed against my
lips and I  parted them, allowing the young and hung cock to venture into my
waiting  mouth.

If I  had to guess, I'd have to say that the dick in my mouth had recently
shot off a  load, just for the fact that a teenager his age would have popped
his nut after  ten or fifteen minutes. The one thing I did notice was his dad
taking a couple  more quick snapshots of me on my knees, enjoying the cock in my
mouth. At least  the kid had the smell of having recently bathed, unlike some
of the other  men.

Startling as it was, I no sooner finished swallowing the load of young cum
when  my dreamland was interrupted by the sound of my phone. I hadn't heard it
for  such a long time that I just figured that nobody back home, family,
friends or  former co-workers wanted to talk to me to see how I was enjoying my
vacation.

The mayor was still sitting at the table when he answered it. "Yes, hi... glad
to  know that you got them. Oh no; the last ones were less than ten minutes
old.  Yes, he just finished sucking my boy's cock and from the expression on his
face;  he's looking aimlessly for another one to suck on. You did? GREAT!
That's the  news I've been waiting to hear. No, I haven't entertained any form of
 contractual slavery... yet. Yes, they've emailed some and I've read the sales
agreements but as I've just said, I haven't put much weight into accepting
any  of them yet; as I feel he is worth more than they are offering. I'm not in
a big  hurry either, as I was hoping to keep him in the states; if you know
what I  mean... Well, not exactly; as I've mentioned the other day when you
called, we  just aren't equipped for such a demanding training regiment as you've
outlined.  We would have to rely on the generator so much that I'd be afraid of
it breaking  down when we really needed it; and besides, we don't have the
equipment to train  slaves like they need to be trained. That is why we sell them
under contract to  the overseas market. There they have the money and the
means to turn flesh into  whatever they want the end result to  be."

Before  I could digest all of what I'd just heard, I was handed the phone;
not expecting  to hear what I  did.

Before  I could even say hi; Ryan was already speaking over the phone in a
slightly  raised voice, apparently intended to gain my undivided attention.
"Listen up  good now 'boy'. I know you can speak and answer properly, so if you
answer any  of my questions; you'll do so properly, as I wouldn't want any of
your friends  to hear you answer  improperly."

SHIT, he just called me 'boy'; just as he'd done on the other call from him.
But, perhaps he was right. After all, if any of these three heard me talking
like them, I'd probably get a solid whipping or worse, so I simply answered,
"Yes, Sir".

"God! You're such a fucking idiot. You can't remember how to respond to a
man's  question?"

I  thought for a quick moment, realizing my mistake and correctly answered,
"Sir,  yes Sir."

"Much better bro, now just don't forget it, or I'll have to make sure that
your  friends take care of that little slip in  communications."

"Sir, yes  Sir."

"Good,  now where the hell was I... oh... I've been getting quite a number of
good pictures  of you, including the ones in the car wash. I hope you have
learned a valuable  lesson. I can't, for the life of me, figure out why you would
want to run off  like that. Aren't these friends of yours feeding you and
keeping you warm and  clean. Well of course they are. Just think how much of a mess
you'd be in if you  were still out there hiking around the fucking
mountains."

"Sir, yes  Sir"

"I  guess by now you've figured some things out on your own. Like the use of
the  computer at that camping  store?"

"Sir, no  Sir."

"Damn  bro, you are fucking slow, aren't you! How do you think I get informed
on your  journey? Every fucking day, they send me a quick email on what you
have learned  the day prior. Every fucking day, I email them, telling them
things about your  past and some of the skank you used to date. And they always
re-send your  pictures off of that computer so I can get a much more 'defined'
perception of  just how well you are taking cock up your pathetic slave ass and
down your cum  sucking  mouth."

"Sir, yes Sir."
"All  these years of knowing that you despised gay people; and now look at
you. I'm  thinking that some of my friends were right all along about you. They
said to  me, that down deep you always wanted to be dominated. Is that about
the size of  it, bro?"

I  hesitated, thought and pondered for the longest time. I knew that Ryan was
 waiting for an answer, but how on earth could I finally come to tell him the
 truth, the whole truth. What would he think of me and how is he going to
take  the fact that indeed, I'm finally finding my niche in the  world.

"I'M  FUCKING WAITING BOY! Ryan finally yelled through the  phone.

"Sorry Sir; for taking so long to answer, Sir. The answer to Sirs question is
 that I... well... yes Sir, Sir is correct Sir." At least I finally had come out
of  the deepest and darkest closet; and I was able to do it in such a way as
not to  be overheard by the guys who were sitting around listening and
apparently  enjoying the humiliating position Ryan had put me  in.

"Well,  that's a relief. Now all I have to do is find a way to get you out of
your  current situation. If something doesn't happen soon, you'll be sold and
shipped  off to one of those rich foreigners who wants to cut off your nuts,
part of your  dick and make you his bitch and the bitch to just about anybody
he feels like  loaning you out to. Is that what you want  'boy'?

"Sir,  no Sir." I said trying to hold back the emotions and tears from just
admitting  what I need, plus the fear of being nutted and having my dick cut
down to just a  nub.

"Well,  here's what you're going to do 'boy'. First you will forget about
running away  anymore. Second, you are going to keep sucking every fucking cock
in the camp  and then you're going to stop yelling and screaming when somebody
ramrods your  slave boy ass! Then if they want to use you for a piss pot, you
will swallow it  all and thank them each and every time they use you for
anything. No if's and's  or but's; just fucking do it. You do your part, keep
learning and doing whatever  it is that you're told to do; and I'll see what can be
done about rescuing your  ass. I'm sure the cops there won't be of any use,
so I'll just have to call  around and see what I can do. I'd hate to get mom
and dad involved in your  fucking mess, but if I have to I  will."

Now  with a river of tears flowing from my reddened eyes all I could do was
to say,  "Yes Sir, thank you Sir," handing the phone back to the mayor's
outstretched  hand. I was sad in the fact that Ryan wasn't here with me right this
minute,  getting me out of this mess; but I also now concerned myself with the
notion  that he might just have to tell mom and dad. And, if he ever said
anything to my  other two brothers, I'd have hell to pay when I got home.  Maybe,
just  maybe, being shipping overseas wasn't such a bad alternative  afterall.

Nothing else mattered at the moment, as Vince now came up with a surprisingly
 long and thick chain. He quickly had it fixed to my collar, and the shear
weight  of the chain pulled my collar so tight against my skin that the small
barbs  began digging at my flesh. Unceremoniously I was taken back to my cell,
crawling  like the dog they all intended me to become. Vince had even padlocked
the other  end of the chain to one of the bars of the cell; all but keeping
me confined for  the duration of the night. He did, however, bring me a large
bowl of water; but  at the same time he removed the pail that I normally used
at night to piss in.  The only decent thing that he did before he lay down to
sleep, was to toss into  my cell a rather musty smelling old  pillow.

I  couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned under the constant weight of the
chain. My  mind was fixed on nothing more than my conversation with Ryan; but by
now I  should have known that I was supposed to be thinking and meditating on
ways to  please the men in the  camp.

Morning came, and the start of the day was just about like all others. The
big  difference was that my breakfast was served in a bowl, without eating
utensils  and I was instructed by the mayor's boy to eat straight from the bowl.

It wasn't  long and I was outside with Vince, crawling towards the dog's
kennel. "You'll  stay in here, until you've had your morning piss and shit." Vince
said with a  sinister snicker in his voice. I had no choice but to stay
there, with the dog;  as Vince had locked the gate and gone off to the mess hall. I
don't think the  dog was to happy with me being in 'his' kennel, as he got my
full attention when  he occasionally growled at me; but maybe it was he way
of telling me who the  boss was.

I  was finally able to complete my functions and it wasn't much longer before
one  of the men came to 'fetch' me. I was taken down to the first of the
cabins, but  it seemed to take forever to make the beds without being able to
stand up. It  was even harder to sweep the floor, but I managed. At least after
today, I would  have two less cabins to clean; which were previously occupied by
the men who  left last  night.

>From  cleaning the cabins, I was taken down to the common area of camp, where
one fire  was burning. My chain was locked around one of the table legs,
while three of  the men sat there watching. My 'handler' tossed an empty cardboard
box onto the  ground and told me to 'put all the trash in the  box'.

I no  sooner began to crawl around, with the chain now draping down my chest
and going  between my legs; and just as I picked up the first tiny bit of
trash in my hand,  I gat a swift kick in my side. "You dumb fucking animal!
Animals don't use their  hands to pick up trash! Animals use their fucking mouths,
you stupid dumb faggot  dog slave."

After I'd gotten the air back into my lungs, I quickly began picking up the
few  pieces of trash with my teeth and depositing them into the box. I
continued this  chore for quite some time, until the men had their assignments to
complete; and  I was their assignment. I did learn from their conversations, two
things; one,  they weren't all that happy that they never got to go into town
all that much  and two, the mayor, his boy, and Vince had already left for
town; which meant  that they had to have left quite some time  ago.

I  climbed up on to the table and the men began administering my bath; which
I  might say wasn't the softest of the many baths I'd received. They had even
improvised a way in which to perform my anal cleansing while I was kneeling
atop  the table. The three pair of hands scoured my body for any signs of hair
stubble, but fortunately it wasn't necessary to shave me just yet, except for
my  head and  face.

I had  expected to be taken from the table, but instead, my hands and feet
were quickly  pulled outward and tied rather tightly to the table. Shocked, is
about all I can  think to say, when my eyes were then covered in a heavy dark
cloth. Never having  been blindfolded before, I went into a state of fear and
began doing the best I  could to thrash around, without saying anything. The
heavy chain from my collar  was now pulled tight and fixed beneath the table,
thus preventing any quick or  violent moves on my part. I was curtly informed
that if I made one single sound  that the men had orders to put a gag in my
mouth.

All I  could do was to kneel there, being at their mercy. It didn't take long
before  the hands were squeezing my bound balls, tugging on my cock or
teasing the  entrance to my asshole; all of which caused me to get a nice, prominent
 erection. At least the sun was up and helping to keep my naked soul warm
along  with the campfire, as I knelt helpless. I felt one, perhaps two fingers
poking  at my ass and soon realized that the fingers were packing a little bit
of lube  up my butt.

I felt awkward, alone, and a bit dejected when there were no hands on my
body.  Hell, there wasn't even a single sound from any of the men and I began to
wonder  if I'd been simply left there to bake under the sun, as I started to
get a  little thirsty and could have done with a nice bowl of cool water.

Time passed  like the slow ebb of a changing tide. The only noise filtering
through the cloth  which covered my ears was the whistles and caws of a few
birds.

Lord  knows how long it had been before I began to hear the sound of human
voices  again. But, one thing I can tell you for sure, one of the voices wasn't
speaking  English, and there was one speaking with a deep southern  drawl.

Now,  at least, I wasn't alone. I could tell that the mayor was also among
the men who  were standing over me, and I assumed, also, that the kid and Vince
were standing  near as well. As much as I wanted to see who all was here, I
knew that a slave  shouldn't care about such things, as I'd been told so many
times  before.

I  had expected to feel the hands start to paw all over me, but only two soft
hands  began to stroke the skin. They started on my head and continued down
every inch  of my back, passed my ass, and onward to my feet; even the soles of
my feet  received a minimal touch by the soft hands. When the hands returned
to my head,  I almost felt as if I was being examined like a piece of
livestock or something;  as they glided over my cheek bones and down to my throat,
before venturing  beneath me to begin there less than tender inspection of my
nipples.

All  the while, the man was speaking in his native language and I had no
fucking clue  as to what he was saying. Not another soul was speaking, which
really freaked me  out. He wasn't gentle with my cock or balls either; perhaps he
thought that  squeezing my balls like they were nothing more than a Florida
orange was the  proper thing to do. His tugging and subsequent action of skinning
my dick wasn't  the most pleasurable experience either. It was then, right
then and there, that  just by the tone of his voice combined with the amount of
yapping he was doing;  that this guy had something to do with the business of
illegal slave  trading.

I  thought, and felt confident that he was saving the inspection of my
asshole for  last; and I wasn't wrong. As he pulled my butt cheeks apart, his voice
raised a  couple of octaves and I began to feel the all to familiar sensation
of a finger  entering my hole. He continued talking the entire time, as he got
not two, but  three huge fingers inside my ass. I could have, perhaps should
have moaned and  groaned but I withheld my physical distress from being
noticeable by any and  all.

After  extracting his fingers, the man proceeded to squeeze the sides of my
jaw,  causing me to open my mouth and accept the greasy and slimy fingers to be
 cleaned. As if that wasn't bad enough, the man apparently needed to look at
my  teeth; just as if he were buying a fucking race horse or something. I'm
telling  ya; this guy talked the entire time and I was almost certain that some
of the  things he was saying weren't to  nice.

Strangely enough, the man left two fingers in my mouth, as he finished his
inspection and I immediately went to sucking on them like as if they were a
lollipop. I could feel him ever so slightly move them back and forth over my
tongue, which only seemed to heighten my needs and wants to have a real pulsing
cock in my  mouth.

Finally, thank God, the man seemed to turn silent, as the guy who spoke with
a  southern accent began to  speak.

"Mr.  Ilyad seems to feel that this meat you are proposing that he broker for
you is  not worth his attention or his efforts. As you can see here, placing
his hands  on my shoulders, there is not much muscle mass nor does it appear
that this meat  will ever be able to produce much, if any, regardless of a
strict physical  training program. The same hold true for the meat's back and
legs, as it will  take a considerable amount of time to tone what little the meat
has  presently."
Damn, now  I'm nothing more than a piece of fucking meat, to who ever this
guy is. Meat,  boy, slave, dogboy: what else are they going to be calling  me?

"As for  the feet, well... most of his clients aren't interested in a slave's
feet; as the  majority of the lower legs are usually removed, leaving only the
best part of  the hind legs for further modifications. Mr. Ilyad was concerned
about the  nipples as well, apparently they need a tremendous amount of
stretching in order  for any prospective buyer to adorn them with the crescent
rings of a proper  slave, which if you're not familiar with such a ring; they are
quite thick and  heavy due to their  size.

Not  that he is criticizing, but Mr. Ilyad  was wondering why this meat
hasn't  had his balls tenderized yet. Most of the prospective meat he inspects has
had  extensive work done on the balls. It shows him that the meat has had
ample  opportunity to experience pain, as the balls swell up to proper proportion.
Not  that it matters much, but most meat that is converted into a bitchboy,
have  their balls removed almost as soon as they are taken into custody.
Concerning  the meat's cock... well, it too appears not to have had any extensive
training  yet; as there are no signs of broken blood vessels or blisters from a
hot iron.  It is preferred to offer for sale meat that has at least begun some
form of  pleasurable  transformation."

I began to shake violently upon hearing this guy talk all this shit about
pain  and pleasure. My pain, someone else's pleasure. I suppose one could and
should  assume that such a life is  forthcoming.

"Mr.Ilyad isn't too concerned with the lack of the meat's forearm mass; as
that  too is usually taken care of by removing the forearms from the elbows
down. It  gives the prosthetics department plenty to work with when they form fit
it with  new legs up  front."

There was an eerie silence in the air for a brief moment, as I continued
sucking  on the two fingers, as if I was expecting them to  ejaculate.

"I'm sorry, did I say something wrong or did I offend you?" the man asked. "I
 see by the expression on your face that Mr. Ilyad's inspection of the meat
you  are offering isn't particularly to your  liking."

"No, not exactly", responded the mayor. "It's just that I've never heard
anyone  speak about human flesh like this before and it is rather upsetting when
one  hears it for the first time. I've never used a slave broker before as I've
 always managed to locate a buyer on my own; with little to no  assistance."

"Well, I'm sure that Mr. Ilyad appreciates your openness and candor. However,
he  does have a reputation of being one of the foremost procurers of slave
meat in  the world and I'm sure that nothing he has mentioned was directly at
you  personally. The only other area of concern is the meat's rectum. Mr. Ilyad
normally only places virgins, which as you might imagine, bring the highest
prices. Those who purchase used meat are those with less standings in their
community and seem to take a less than stellar care of their  property."

The mayor quickly responded by saying, "Well I'm sorry that your Mr. Ilyad
feels  that way. I've done fairly well with the two or three slaves I've sold
direct,  but was only thinking that going through a slave broker would say time
and  perhaps gain me a few extra dollars. There are several others who have
indicated  their desire to purchase this boy and I'm just waiting on them to
send over  their proposals. I'm certain that at least one of them will have
reached a  decision with a day or two; so I'm not really worried about being stuck
with  excess 'meat' as you call  it."

I was a  little relieved when I heard those words, but still in fear of
having my body  mutilated by some foreigner. I can't tell you how it feels to be
talked about,  while they are speaking of removing parts of my body. I shiver to
think that  such people really do  exisit.

"Well, Mr. Ilyad is willing to take the slave off of your hands right now for...
  ten thousand, and he will absorb the lose, should there be one." The
southerner  came back with his  response.

I  felt as if I was holding my breath, just waiting and perhaps expecting to
hear  the men come to an agreement. My future was at stake, this very moment.
I'm glad  that my eyes are covered, less they see the  tears.

"Well, I appreciate Mr. Ilyad's patience and his offer, but I'm going to have
to  take some time to consider it; as I wait to hear from the other parties
involved. I normally get half again what he has offered so being a sound
business man I'd be remiss if I jumped at the first offer that came along;
besides, I've never had or least not heard of any complaints about the others  I've
sold outright." Reply the mayor with a resolute tone to his  voice.

Shockingly, as the three men were shaking hands, I felt a final squeeze of my
 balls and a firm twisting of my cock. Those soft hands were once again
gliding  over my body; as the men from camp apparently had simply just walked away,
 leaving me bound like a dog on top of the  table.

Then, when I thought  I'd heard it all; came the final blow. "You know these
men don't have a fucking  clue that this slave is worth ten times what we
offered for him." Said the  southern  man.

"Yes,  I'm quite aware that not all Americans who dabble in the slave
business know  what the fuck they are doing to begin with." Came the reply, in
perfect English;  from the man who hadn't spoken a word of it since his  arrival.

Standing far enough away from the two gentlemen, the mayor had turned to
Vince  saying, "if they think I'm that fucking stupid, I'll just let them think
what  they want. I have one more hook in the water and if that doesn't work, well
...  fuck it! We'll just package the boy up and toss him on next weeks  train.


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