Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2006 12:08:09 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 18

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North Country  Chapter  Eighteen


I was never so happy to see Ryan, as he slipped the hood from my face. He
looked  as if he'd been set aglow with a huge sense of pride; as I pondered what
he  might be thinking at this very  moment.

Still with much to understand, learn and 'accept', I was truly thankful that
he  had also removed the anal invader. If it was one thing I didn't want, it
was  that heavy fucking black plug up my ass. I really didn't want anything up
my  butt, but compared to the fuckings I'd been forced to take, the plug was
the  worst of them  all.

I  didn't even realize that I was crying, as I held my arms firmly around
Ryan's  body; resting my head on his  shoulder.

My  mind shook as Master Ryan pushed me away, saying "are you not supposed to
be in  your 'presentation posture', or do you think you are something
special".

I  must have looked like a sad puppy dog, as I quickly turned away from
Master Ryan  and assumed my rightful position; allowing him to see my exposed and
gaping ass,  up close and  personal.

"That's more like it boy", Master Ryan said, now with a whimsical tone. "I
don't  suppose the slave is hungry, or is  he?"

All I  could do was to nod my head in the affirmative, allowing Master Ryan
to see my  response.

"All right then, I suppose you've earned a meal. Turn around here and let's
see  what we can do about feeding  you."

I  turned slowly on my hands and knees, until I was once again facing in
Master  Ryan's direction. "Sit on your heels slave and look at me", Master Ryan
quietly  commanded.

I  slowly raised my head, until our eyes made contact.

"I guess I  could remove your mitts, but I think not. I'd rather spend the
time feeding you  myself, since you made such a fucking stink this morning. But
I can see that we  still have a tremendous amount of work to do until you
fucking get it right. Now  slave, where the fuck are your paws supposed to  be?"

I knew  Master Ryan didn't want any excuse, and I wasn't thinking clearly yet
myself;  but I did move my hands to the back of my head, which must have been
the  response Master Ryan was looking  for.
Using his  fingers, Master Ryan feed me; and the food was delightful and
healthy. The meal  was feed to me in silence, and I wasn't rushed into eating it
either. I could  tell that Master Ryan was enjoying this part of his day; just
by the gleam in  his eyes and the slight smile on his face. But, as always, I
knew that there was  more behind the gleam and smile than I'd wanted to  know.

Before  I was finished the meal, Master Troy's two dogs came bouncing into
the dungeon  and immediately went to smelling and licking my body; every
conceivable inch  that was exposed. Their actions brought out a bit of a laugh from
Master Ryan,  when the largest of the two, was sniffing my butt like he was in
heat or  something. I felt the only saving grace to the situation was when
Master Ryan  gave each of the dogs a taste of my dinner and then told them to 'go
 sit'.

With the last bit of  dinner going down my throat, Master Ryan eased two and
then three of his fingers  into my mouth; "now be a good boy and suck your
Master's fingers clean, since I  was good enough to allow you to eat like a human
and not from a bowl like one of  these fucking  dogs."

After  I'd cleaned his fingers, Master Ryan hooked a finger in the ring on
the back of  my collar and led me out into the dungeon's training area.

There, I  was quickly hauled to my feet and my wrists and ankles were once
again fastened  to some fairly large chains. I wasn't sure what Master Ryan had
intentions of  doing next, until I heard the soft whir of an electric motor;
which just so  happens was pulling the chains outward and my wrists were also
being pulled up.

At first I  thought I was going to be torn into five pieces, left to bleed to
death; but the  motor stopped just as the tips of my toes were about to leave
the hard concrete  floor.

I  watched with uncertainty, as my brother went over to one of the large
wooden  chests and returned with what looked like a plastic bag that one gets
after  making a purchase at the grocery store. The bag was bulging, but I had no
idea  from what.

Master Ryan laughed, as he draped the bag over my cock, allowing it to hang
from  my cinch ring. It wasn't heavy, just bulky; but the added pressure was
enough to  elicit some pain from my weighted  nuts.

With  his left hand he began to massage the area surrounding my right nipple;
while  his right hand was digging around in the plastic bag.

All to  soon, the massaging stopped and I saw what looked like, a handful of
miniature  black clothespins in his right hand. Using his left hand, Master
Ryan gathered  up a little bit of my flesh, about two inches away from my nipple
ring and  quickly snapped one of those clothespins onto my flesh. I left out
a yelp; which  seemed not in the least to distract Master Ryan from his
determination. One by  one, the clothespins were installed on tiny folds of my
flesh, until there was a  complete circle encompassing my ringed tit.

Master Ryan  took several steps back, and commented that the circle of pins
was about as  perfectly round as 'humanly possible'. The pain was now
subsiding, but it left  me with a dull ache; as it combined with the ache of my nipple
piercing. My eyes  never made contact with Master Ryan's face; but I was
transfixed on watching  every movement his arms and hands made. I had expected, and
who wouldn't have,  that Master Ryan was going to 'decorate' my remaining
nipple; but I was wrong,  at least for now.

Using both  of his hands, Master Ryan lifted up my nipple ring and began
twinking the tiny  bit of flesh that was at the very tip of my tit. God only knows
why, but my cock  painfully started to respond to his actions.

During the  moment or two that I had to 'enjoy' my brother's tender action, I
thought that  once again Ryan was trying to help me adjust to my new world;
but that all came  crashing down as he placed another one of those tiny
clothespins over the nipple  flesh and allowed it to close rather  quickly.

I  bounced so hard that my toes left the ground, and the weight stretching my
nuts  rebounded so hard that a pain shot up into my gut, way past my belly
button.  My scream was met by a resounding slap to my face; which sent me  from
screaming, into a non-stop crying  mode.

Thankfully Master Ryan allowed me a minute or two to get myself under
control;  but even that wasn't without some form of degradation. The snot that was
running  out of my nose, was collected on the side of Master Ryan's index finger
and then  the finger was inserted in my mouth.

After the  smile had subsided from his face, Master Ryan swiftly adorned my
remaining  nipple with those nasty clothespins, which like the first one caused
me to  become insane with pain, when the last one was in place. Even the dogs
came up  to me, to look and seemed to make a weird sound as I thrashed
around, causing  the pain to increase and my nuts to beg for mercy. I could have
sworn that the  smallest of the dogs had actually licked the shaft of my  dick.

The  'thunderous' sound of feet on the stairs, and then the word "OUT", sent
the two  dogs scurrying into a far corner of the room; as Master's Troy and
Jeb entered  the dungeon. Compliments were paid to Master Ryan on his efforts to
encircle  each nipple.

"I don't  see the harm in allowing the slave to see himself in a mirror",
Master Jeb said  as he pulled a full length mirror up and leaned it against the
wall. I couldn't  believe that my own brother was finding pleasing, and yes,
Pride in causing me  pain and anguish; but he did in fact make nearly perfect
circles around each of  my nipples.

Before a word was said, if in fact one was, Master Jeb took a position in
front  of me on my right side and Master Troy similarly took a position on my
left  side.

All I  could do was to stare straight ahead at the mirror, as the two men
started  reaching for the plastic bag. I even saw Master Ryan walk behind me, and
then  seem to disappear from  view.

I  quickly discovered that the bag held more than just the 'small'
clothespins. I  watched as each man rummaged in the bag, pulling out handfuls of
standard size  clothespins; which sent a wave of terror though me like a hot knife
through  butter.

As  if it was all rehearsed, each Master began to pinch and apply a
clothespin to my  underarm; half way between my elbow and my armpit. I watched in pain
and fear,  as the line of clothespins worked closer and closer to my pits.
Still, not a  word was spoken between the three  men.

I felt  the weight stretching my scrotum move around, which caused me to
wonder what,  was happening. I turned my gaze downward, in the mirror, to see
Master Ryan  looping what appeared to be a bungee cord around the weight and
proceed to put  each of the bungee cord hooks into the corresponding ankle
restraint.

I  knew then that even the slightest movement of my toes would send a tidal
wave of  pain rushing into my gut. For the first time, I began to sweat
profusely.

A pinch and  a quick sharp pain in my right thigh sent me reeling. I couldn't
withhold my  vocal objections to this torment any longer and I began belching
out every  conceivable foul word I knew; in hopes that these men would cease
their  torture.

Well, it temporarily caused the three Master's to withhold the application of
 any more clothespins, but it brought about yet another  horror.

After being yelled at and screamed to; Master Troy walked out of the dungeon,
 leaving Ryan standing directly in front of me, staring me right in the face
showing me his eyes where I could only denote a sense of  sadness.

Ryan stepped aside, as Master Troy returned. The look in Master Troy's eyes
could only mean one thing...trouble... for  me.

His left  hand came up and took hold of my jaw, squeezing it for all it was
worth; and my  mouth involuntarily opened. This was the precise response Master
Troy was hoping  to obtain; as his right hand came up, holding a plastic
bottle. He shoved the  tip of the bottle into my mouth and squeezed it with the
force of Hercules;  sending solid streams of liquid soap into my  mouth.

I  gagged, spit and choked, as Master Troy stepped back and to the side. My
body  shook and shuddered. My toes left the ground, as the chains began to
rattle; and  my balls felt as if they were being torn from my crotch. Every single
one of the  fucking clothespins seemed to have picked up on my gyrations and
sent wave after  wave of pain coursing through every fiber of my  being.

And,  adding insult to injury, Master Jeb took a clothespin and clamped it
over my  nose; sealing off any hope of air, not to mention adding pain to my
already  fragile septum  ring.

The  one or two times that my eyes were open and able to see the mirror; I
could have  sworn that I was emitting soap bubbles from my mouth, while I tried
in vain to  either swallow the soap or spit it  out.

Worst  of all, I think, was the dogs came running up and began barking and
snarling at  me; leaving me with the impression that at any minute I'd be
missing a piece of  flesh.

I had  no idea how long they left me to fend off the effects of the soap, but
it was to  long if you'd have asked me.

Finally  Master Ryan produced a sports bottle with a flexible straw and I was
finally  allowed to wash out the remnants of the soap; which quickly got me
to settle  down.

Once  more the dogs were sent to the corner, which was an added relief; but I
knew  that I still wasn't clear of the torment the three Masters had planned
on  providing, and I was positive now, more than ever, that my latest tirade
would  add fuel to their fires of pleasure and  pain.

Then,  it was as if nothing had happened as the three returned to their work
of adding  more clothespins on my body. There was several, I think, occasions
when Master  Ryan stuck a cotton ball under my nose and whatever was
saturating the cotton  was quickly inhaled. It caused my heart to race and my brain
became light  headed; but it sure helped to dissipate the pain and suffering I
was being put  through.

I  don't remember to much of the activities, once they started having me
sniff the  cotton balls; but I do know that there was a lot of crying and
sniffling on my  part.
I think the one  thing that still sticks in my mind was the mere fact that
when they'd finished  with me, they all apparently needed some libation; which
left me in the dark,  except for one solitary light shining brightly above my
head. And, no; I wasn't  released from the chains. I was left to hang there
like a side of beef in a  butcher shop, as Master Ryan put it; "to contemplate
life's wonderful  beginnings".

I was in such a daze from the torment that I hadn't the strength to raise my
head and look in the mirror. I barely had enough energy to weep, let alone to
 'contemplate'.

Some time later, the lights came to life; rather brightly, accompanied by the
 voices of many. There seemed to be a great deal of interest in me, from the
Master's, Henry and now Paul.

Henry came  over and lifted up my chin, gazing into my eyes. "He's fine, just
a bit fatigued  from all of his  excitement."

I struggled to keep my head upright, and the first thing I was able to focus
on  was Paul. He'd been completely body shaved and his hair was now nothing
more  than an old fashion crew cut. His skin glistened in the light, apparently
having  been oiled down. I knew from the expression on his face, that he had
been told  who I was; or better yet, who I used to be. He had a beautiful smile
and a voice  to match it; as he came up to me and kissed me on my lips saying
"I'm so happy  that we're going to be one big happy family now. I've wanted
to tell you for so  long, but now we both know... don't  we."

As he  stepped aside, I got the first view of myself in the mirror. There was
a row of  clothespins from mid way up my arms, passed my pits and down the
entire side of  my torso. My inner thighs were also lined with a row of the
nasty clothespins.  Every available scrap of loose skin on my nuts and cock had
been covered with  them as well. The fresh pink scab of my circumcision seemed
to add a bit of  'color' to the whole thing. The more I looked at myself, the
more I began to  feel the throbbing of all the nerve endings  involved.

What I didn't know, until it was to late... was just how fucking painful
everything would be when the clothespins were removed.  The first to go  were the
five or six which had been affixed to the head of my cock, which nearly  sent
my threshold of pain through the damn roof.

I guess I  should have been thankful that Master Ryan cleared them all off of
my cock and  balls first, which only left about one hundred more to go.

The  master's were taking their respective positions, to remove the pins, as
Paul  came crawling up to me. I could see Henry behind him, wearing a big
smile;  staring me right in the  face.

Before  the next clothespin was removed, Paul had his mouth around both of my
balls,  sucking them passionately. If it hadn't been for the large ring in my
cock head,  maybe he'd have been nursing that pain away as well.

Odd at  first, but the sensation of his mouth working my nuts didn't seem to
me to be  all that significant; but then I realized that he was still working
against the  nut stretcher; not to mention the bungee cord to the  ankles.

>From  the way the three men were working, it was easy to see that they were
going in  the reverse manner in which they'd put the clothespins on in the
first place.  This meant, yikes, the nipples were the last area to have them
removed.

There are no words to describe the pain, as the blood returned to my pecs.
There  seemed to be some kind of electrical charge pulsing through my chest as
the pins  were removed; but I at least had learned a valuable lesson and didn't
utter a  single, solitary, word of defiance.

When it was  all over with, and the bungee cord was removed; Henry stepped up
and began to  work soothing oil into my skin. Henry seemed to have 'magic'
fingers as the  soreness dissipated rapidly. He seemed to be a content servant
to Master's Jeb  and Troy; but I still couldn't understand his role in this
household.

The whir of  the motor started up again, and as the chains started to
slacken, Henry and Paul  grabbed me under my arms and led me over to the padded
table; where they quickly  had me on my back, as the three masters quickly set my
arms and legs into the  restraints; once again placing me at everyone's  mercy.

Ryan  leaned over my face and before I knew it we were kissing one as if it
was a  normal thing to be doing. Master Ryan was holding my head, as we both
darted our  tongues into each others mouth; savoring even the smallest possible
bit of  saliva.

While we kissed, someone (thankfully) removed the weight from my nuts. I
began  to feel the beginnings of an erection when, presumably Henry, began to
massage  my sore balls with his  oil.

There  was movement in the chains attached to my ankles and once more I found
myself  being splayed open; exposing my anal entrance to all; but I wasn't so
abashed by  this display, as I'd been all of the other times. At least I was
still locked  onto Master Ryan's face.

After Ryan  had pulled himself away, I heard Master Troy say rather quietly
and most  politely..."If you want, you and yours can leave by the basement door.
That way  you can stay as long as you  wish."
"Yes, thanks",  replied Master Ryan. "We won't be that long anyway, but
perhaps it best if we  not disturb you all when we  leave."

That  said, Master Troy and Jeb went upstairs, followed by Henry; who
dutifully kept a  safe distance behind the masters, with his own head lowered out of
respect.

I  can't explain exactly how or what happened next. I mean, I know what
happed but  the way in which it all went down is what really took me by  surprise.

They both went into the other room, I guess over by the laundry tub or
somewhere; as I could faintly here water  running.

Upon their return they each carried a bowl of water, and some wash clothes.

Although  the lights continued to block most of my vision, I could see Master
Ryan  explaining to Paul the proper way to tend to my fresh piercings. Paul
was on one  side of me, opposite Master Ryan; and Paul worked hand in hand with
Ryan as they  each cleaned my nipple rings. After my ear rings were cleaned
and antiseptic had  been applied, Master Ryan allowed Paul to clean my nose
ring, which really hurt;  but not to the point that I would  complain.

>From my nose ring, both males went directly to my Prince Albert; and again
Master Ryan coached Paul through the routine of cleaning it properly. The odd,
yet nice thing about it was that throughout the entire process of cleaning my
 dick ring, Master Ryan was massaging my balls; which for some reason seemed
like  the right thing to be  doing.

"Now  go over to the middle chest and bring me back a long piece of rawhide.
I'm going  to show you only once, how I want the slaves balls wrapped", Master
Ryan said to  Paul in a fatherly sort of  way.

"You  take and fold the rawhide in half, to find the middle and then you get
that part  of it tucked nice and neat underneath the slave's cinch ring. Then
you can take  one of the ends and wrap this nut like  this."

I  could feel the rawhide, following each word Ryan was saying. Before long,
each  of my balls was in its own little world and there wasn't the smallest
amount of  loose scrotum to be found  anyway.

I  could feel how tightly they were bound, just by the way Master Ryan's soft
hands  glided over the stretched skin. "You see", he concluded, "this way a
slave's  nuts can stay separated for days without worrying about causing any
damage to  them. But the nicest part of it all is that I could just as easily
get the  rawhide wet and as it dries, it shrinks; making the whole thing a whole
lot  tighter for the  slave."

Ryan  removed his hands from my nuts but soon enough, Paul was rubbing his
hands all  over them, responding to Master Ryan's  statement.


"In a few weeks, we'll have the slave down at "Chains" for the monthly
piercing  seminar. He'll be getting a few more from Mr. Thomas, but nothing to
drastic. I  want him to look all pretty and cute when we have our next gathering at
Master  Blake's farm. I'm sure you've probably heard about those meetings.
Everyone  stays from Friday through Sunday and you'll see things you've never
seen before  and probably won't see again for at least until its Master Blake's
turn to host  the party again. I'm sure you'll enjoy the dog and horse  show."

Paul  responded by saying "No not really. I haven't heard of a Master Blake
but I'm  sure that you wouldn't put me in a compromising situation with a dog
or a horse.  I hope the three of us have a good time there as long as there
isn't any beastie  activity involving  me."

The  room fell deathly silent, for the longest time. I sort of thought that
perhaps  Paul's remark didn't set well with Master Ryan; but who the fuck knows
what Ryan  likes and doesn't like these days. Don't get me wrong, I'm laying
there hoping  like all get out that Master Ryan doesn't have the intention of
placing me in a  situation involving an animal either; but I'm not going to
say anything yet,  just because I've already been through hell and  back.

"Go  and get the slave's butt plug and the can of grease." Master Ryan barked
at  Paul; who scampered off like a  puppy.

Ryan  sat the plug on my stomach, as he positioned himself between my
outstretched  legs and began using his fingers to pack my hole with grease. It was
the first  time that I'd seen the plug this close and it was unnerving to think
that this  black latex object had been forced up my ass earlier in the  day.

"Now  clean my hand boy", Master Ryan said to his Paul; holding his hand up
and to the  side. I watched as Paul took hold of Ryan's wrist and began licking
the grease  from the  fingers.

While Paul was still cleaning, Master Ryan placed his other hand on my hip
and  inched his way closer to me. I felt some sense of relief, just knowing that
Ryan  was touching me and not torturing me.

I was  expecting the plug to be taken off my stomach and re-inserted up my
ass; but you  know me... always one step behind... always  wrong.
A nice, warm  smile began to cover Ryan's face as he pushed his hips forward;
sending his  manstick into my ass. Slowly, almost with reverence, Master Ryan
began to fuck  me. His cock slid over my prostate gland with just about every
forward stroke.  My cock reacted but the fresh cutting prevented me from
gaining a full, pulsing  erection of my own. I settled for my brother's cock,
relaxing and for the very  first time, I was enjoying being fucked. I don't know
if it was just me getting  used to being fucked; or if it was the fact that it
was my own brother fucking  me, with tenderness and compassion, and brotherly
love. There was something  happening in my head, and I had to simply add it to
the ever growing list of  things I had to sort through, time  allowed.

Master Ryan suddenly stopped right in the middle of one of his forward
thrusts,  to lean over me and kiss my stomach muscles. His tongue wondered down to
my  navel and he seemed to ravage my well defined belly button. His right hand
cupped my balls as he started to get more arousal from deep within me. I'm
sure  he must have known that any attempt at an erection at this point, for me,
would  be most uncomfortable; but he cared not, as he continued to lavish my
body with  his lips and tongue. It was as if he was pulling me into a whole
other world,  one filled with passion and  thoughtfulness.

Soon Master Ryan's ministrations were over and he resumed fucking me, with
the  same exciting movements as before. My own breathing became labored just
from the  attention he was giving my prostrate, but nothing compared to Ryan's
climatic  resolve; as he deposited wave after wave of his seed deep into my
soul. His  chest heaved, his eyes sparkled and his lips were perched as if wanting
to make  contact with  mine.

He  waited for several minutes until his body and mind regained their
composure.  "Dang boy that was awesome", Master Ryan proclaimed as he leaned over me
once  again. "I'm not one for giving a slave a say in anything, but just this
once  I'll pose a question to you; and only you can  answer."

Not  to say I wasn't elated that I'd finally been given permission to answer
a  question, because I was. I only had to wait a few seconds before Master
Ryan  asked, "Do you want Paul to suck your hole out, or do you want your plug
put in  now?"

Ryan  remained still, his eyes fixed on my face, awaiting my  answer.

For  the oddest, unknown, reason it took no time to respond. "Master, this
slave  would rather receive the plug in it's  hole."

"And  why is that slave?" questioned Master  Ryan.

"Master, it is only proper for this slave to remain seeded with it's Master's
 sperm." I quickly responded, not even realizing what I'd just said to my
brother.

Master Ryan didn't make any verbal response to my answer; but he did,
however,  pick up the weighty butt plug and readied it for insertion, just as he
would  extract his manhood from my  body.

I  squirmed, only briefly, as the butt was fitted back into my rectal cavity.
I  wasn't yet used to the girth of the plug and some of my sphincter muscles
hadn't  been stretched enough to accept it without a sizeable measure of
discomfort.

"Now boy", Master Ryan said to Paul, "get down here and clean my cock before
this ass slime and cum start to harden on my  shaft."

Paul  wasn't responsive, verbally, towards Master Ryan and the Master took
extreme  exception this time to Paul's blatant disrespect.

Just as  Paul was finally down on his knees, Master Ryan took a step sideways
and moved  over to one of the several wooden chests; coming back with what I
could only  describe as some kind of leather paddle.

With a  raised voice, Master Ryan told Paul to 'offer up your worthless ass'
and Paul,  scared half to death, complied. The paddle wreaked havoc on Paul's
ass. Paul  wasn't done yelping from the first blow and he was receiving
another, and  another and yet  another.

Master Ryan was verbally, non-stop, chastising Paul for his shortcomings and
for  once I didn't feel any sadness for someone else receiving their due. If I
had to  learn... so does the next guy. I'm surprised that none of the yelling
and  screaming brought anyone downstairs to see what the ruckus was all  about.

The  moment that the paddling stopped, Paul went right to work sucking Master
Ryan's  cock clean. If I didn't know better I would have thought Ryan was
having an  orgasm just from the way he was moaning; but it was way to soon for
him to be  able to produce anymore  semen.

Master Ryan withdrew his semi-rigid cock from Paul's mouth and ordered him to
 'tidy' up the dungeon. The next thing I know is that Master Ryan is standing
 along side of my face and he started off by saying, "I'll be back Wednesday
evening to check on your progress and again next Sunday. I expect to see a
whole  different side of you when I get here on Wednesday. I expect you to
follow all  the rules which shall govern your stay here and I don't wish to get any
negative  reports from Henry on any of your shortcomings. I suspect you'll be
comfortable  sleeping here just the way you are. No need to fuss over you and
get you all  locked up in the cage, since Henry will have you up and about
early. Just  remember your manners, your positions and everything will work out
just fine.  And before I forget, you can expect to receive your first fist on
Wednesday,  from me."

With that said, Master Ryan and Paul left me in total darkness; to sleep and
meditate on the day's events. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but
to  once again think about the two very different sides of Ryan. There had to
be  something, deeply seeded in his head which caused him to switch from kind
and  considerate to becoming the mean, sadistic individual that he wants
everyone to  perceive him to  be.

The  following day started off by me being awakened by what I could only
describe as  painful.

I  wasn't aware that Henry was even downstairs, let alone had applied an
ample  amount of heat generating cream to my nuts. As I shook in my restraints, my
nuts  burned; all the while, I was struggling to get my eyes open. The
overhead lights  were on, all of them, which momentarily blinded  me.

I  finally adjusted to the lights, and could see Henry busying himself at the
 shower area. I could only wait until the burning sensation left my balls,
before  I could comprehend anything  else.

"You'll do as I say, when I say", Henry said from shower area. "You'll
address  me as Sir and nothing less. You are here to learn obedience and respect and
that  is what I am charged with teaching you. Should you falter or fail; your
status  in this world may just be in jeopardy. You wouldn't be the first man
I've seen  turned into nothing more than an 'IT' and sold off to become a fuck
slave in a  foreign  country."

Henry's words didn't even seem realistic at all. Nobody in this day and age
would even think about 'brainwashing' a man into becoming a mindless and
nutless  being... or would they. It was just too fucking early for me to even think
straight, let alone to retain the words from  Henry.

As  Henry began to loosen and remove the chain restraints, my limbs alerted
me that  they were stiff and sore. I found it nearly impossible to even put a
small  amount of weight on my legs. I was ordered to crawl the short distance
to the  shower and reminded that crawling is the 'acceptable' mode of movement
for a  slave like me. Standing is a  privilege.

In the shower, Henry removed my leather hand mitts and quickly attached
chains  to my ankles; as he rapidly pulled on another chain which hoisted me upside
down  and then unceremoniously pulled out my butt plug. I was left laying
there, with  my shoulders and head the only things, other than my arms to have
contact with  the floor.

Henry reached over to a small shelf, recessed in the shower wall, and took
what  appeared to be a quart bottle and inverted it; and began squeezing the
contents  of the bottle into my ass.

"I'll leave  you to enjoy the consequences of the liquid I just put in your
asshole. I'm sure  you'll find it rather amazing; not just for what it is
intended to do, but the  depth at which it will start to work, now that you're
upside down. This stuff  never  fails."

That  said, Henry walked away; leaving me to wonder the when and what of the
liquid,  now gravitating through my intestines. I couldn't see what Henry was
doing, but  from the sound of things he was keeping himself  busy.

About  fifteen or so minutes, my gut started to pulse; almost as if it had a
heart beat  of its own. It even started making those growling sounds we all
have when we're  hungry. The pulsing turned into sharp stabbing pain and if that
wasn't enough,  my gut seemed to be 'warming' up as  well.

I  won't go into the details, but let me just say that my bowels reacted
violently  after another five or so minutes. Henry came over and turned on the
shower to  wash me down, more than once; before the convulsions  subsided.

Just when I thought I'd been put through enough, Henry began filling my ass
the  old fashion, 'normal' way; with a bag of warm sudsy water, and then
another and  another. My stomach was so distended that I was sure looking like a
pregnant  female. I could feel the water filling every square inch of my
intestines, as  Henry just laughed and made some off the wall comment about this being
my first  real 'deep  cleansing'.

Finally the enemas stopped and the bathing began, which was a welcome relief
from the debasing cleaning I'd just endured.

Henry was  gentle, yet meticulous in his scrubbing. It wasn't a quick shower
at all, but at  least it was one that was some what  enjoyable.

I  wasn't afforded a towel to dry off with, but the room wasn't cold enough
to  cause me to shiver.  Henry did pay close attention to my cuffs, and collar
making sure that at least they were dried  promptly.

There seemed to be a look of pride emanating from Henry as he continued
working  with me. He had me kneel, while he removed the leather strip from my balls
and  replaced it with a dry one; but his hands were not as gentle as Master
Ryan's,  nor was the tightness the same. Henry's binding of my balls was much
more  severe.

As  he led me from the bathing area, I noted that we were going into the
farthest  corner of the dungeon; which was where Henry apparently had been working
while  my ass was getting purged with that special  'chemical'.

There was a solitary bright quartz light glaring down over what at first I
thought was an electric chair left over from some prison. You can't imagine the
 thoughts that went through my mind the moment I saw it. All I could think
about  was electrocutions and  torture.

By  the time I crawled to the chair, I could tell that there was a lot more
to it  than I first thought. There was even a hole in the seat of the chair,
which, to  me, meant that it was a hole where I'd be shitting  down.

After  getting seated in the chair, Henry began strapping me down quite
securely. Two  straps on each arm, my wrists manacled to the arms of the chair and
two wider  straps going across my chest.  Yep, I thought, sure enough...
electric shock  torture.

Then Henry went behind the chair and returned with two weird looking pieces
of  wood; which turned out that they attached to the chair in front and were
designed to support the legs and feet of the intended  'victim'.

Like my arms, my feet were manacled to the wood and my legs fastened  firmly.

Henry wasn't done  yet.

The  next surprise came when Henry set a strange looking metal contraption
between my  legs. It looked like a miniature cage, but it was  round.

He  lifted up my cock, and then with the simplest of movements, the cage
opened into  two halves. He slid the steel cage underneath my dick and brought the
two halve  together; leaving my cock head and Prince Albert exposed.  This
was getting  freakier and freakier by the minute. All I could think about was
that Henry was  going to fry my  dick.

Henry  worked ever so swiftly, securing the cock cage to the sides of the
chair,  virtually making it impossible for my cock to move. Again he moved behind
the  chair and wheeled out a device that I had no fucking clue as to what it
was; and  set in between my legs, up against the seat.

I watched  in horror, as Henry reached below the device and started to don a
pair of latex  surgical gloves.

After he'd  gotten the gloves on he picked up a syringe from the package and
quickly  inserted it into my piss hole; pushing the plunger on the syringe,
which sent  lubricant into my urethra. The next thing he retrieved from the
package was a  steel rod, which he placed one end of it into the device and the
other end he  perched at my piss slit.

A minor  adjust to the device and the steel rod slid into my cock about a
half an inch.  It was painful, as it worked it's way past the pink muscle of my
piss hole but  it was bearable enough where I didn't utter anything more than a
groan. All that  I thought about and cared about at that precise moment was
the intense, evil  grin on Henry's  face.

Henry  disappeared behind me and the next thing I knew; Henry was placing
something  against my asshole, which was still sore from the butt plug and
enemas.

The  overhead light dimmed, leaving me to think I was the one who was going
to be lit  up.

By the  time I realized what was or wasn't going on; Henry was standing in
front of me  with what looked like a remote control from a  television.

"Now I'm going to start you off slow and easy, while I clean up the shower
room", was all that Henry said; as he pushed a button on the remote, bringing
to  life two electric  motors.

As  Henry walked away, I could feel the dildo pressing at my ass;
relentlessly,  unable to take my 'no' for a plea. The next shocking bit of torture came
when  the machine between my legs began to push the steel rod ever so slowly
into my  cock.

Try as  I might to block out the pain, I was unable to find ways, or pleasant
thoughts  strong enough, to overpower the anguish my body was being subjected
 to.

Occasionally Henry would look in my direction, assuring himself that
everything  was going  well.

The  dildo began to pump up and down, with each upward stroke going up my ass
a  fraction of an inch more. The steel rod, which was now about five inches
into my  dick, began the same routine.

Henry made  his way over to me, and visually checked the operation of the two
devices; which  apparently were working properly. He pressed another button
on the remote and  the dildo began not only to speed up, but also to begin to
rotate in complete  circles.

"Looks like everything is fine here", Henry quipped; "I don't think you'll be
 wanting anything to eat right now, so I'll just go and start my normal
housework. I'll come back at lunch time and see how you're doing. Most likely
you'll be wanting me to keep you on the seat until supper. The last time we had
a slave on the seat, we didn't take him off of it for two  days."

I  started to say something, but everything I'd seen and everything I knew up
till  now, told me to keep my mouth closed; as I'd not want to receive a
punishment  from Henry or anyone  else.

Henry  set the remote down, turned and walked away.


To Be  Continued...