Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2006 11:12:22 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 19

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North Country  Chapter  Nineteen


I didn't know how long I was left bound to this chair, but things seemed to
go  from bad, to worse, to great and finally back to  worse.

The  rod that was, for a lack of a better term, fucking my dick; keep going
deeper  and deeper. The initial infusion of lubricant seemed to rapidly absorb
into my  flesh, which left me with nothing more than the minimal coating left
of the  rod.

The  steel rod eventually began to create a small amount of friction, each
time it  passed next to my cock piercing; sending notice to my senses that
things were,  literally, heating  up.

If it  hadn't been for the machine working the dildo in my ass, I would have
suffered  even more. You see, the dildo fucking machine caused me to have an
orgasm about  twenty minutes into this session. My cum helped to lubricate the
steel rod which  then was able to thrust back and forth with greater  ease.

The  second time that the mechanical aids caused me to orgasm wasn't all that
much  different from the first time; but after that, each orgasm that
followed became  more and more like a torturous  hell.

And  when Henry came down to get me unhooked from the machines; well I have
to be  honest and say that I was mentally and physical out of it. I don't know
too  much of what happened other than being constantly fucked in my ass and
piss  slit.

Henry  got everything off of and out of my body with ease and then removed
the bindings  from my body. The made sure that my ball weight was firmly
attached and then he  helped me to stand  up.

My  entire body trembled and shook, with Henry saying "looks like you had a
fun time  this morning". My knees kept wanting to collapse and my brain
couldn't  communicate with my body at all. Henry stood alongside of me, holding me
up; as  he gingerly guided me to the outside stair way. I guess I must have
looked funny  or else Henry just though that spending the entire morning getting
fucked was  funny; because he couldn't keep himself from  laughing.

I  expected Henry at any moment to just let me drop to the grass, but he
continued  to support me all the way to the backyard; until we got along side one
of the  tables by the pool. He eased me down gently onto the pool deck and the
cool  sensation on my cheeks was a refreshing pause. Probably the most
noticeable  thing was that Henry didn't stop to plug my ass, and the air floating
passed the  opening was like nothing I'd ever felt before; except to mention
that my brain  was trying to tell me that being the one getting fucked was really
good, all  good and that I wanted more of the  same.

Henry  took removed the leather mitts from my hands and placed a large bowl
of food  onto my lap; which after eating it, I can honestly say that it tasted
great but  it didn't look anything like food at  all.

I was  then made to stand, while a chain was attached to my ankle irons,
leaving me  about two feet with which to move my feet. Then Henry came up and
placed another  chain to the front ring of my collar and the other end went square
in the middle  of the chain attached to my ankles. However, the chain
attached to my collar was  no where near long enough to allow me to stand erect. I
was having to either  bend forward, or else I could squat and walk like a frig'n
 duck.

After  moving over to the edge of the pool, as ordered; Henry came up with
one of those  pool scrub brushes on a long pole and told me that now I had to
scrub the sides  of the entire pool.  As he put it, "exercise is the most
important part of  a slave's training program and that doesn't always mean
exercising the slave's  body  openings.

Humbly, I began to scrub the pool; while Henry went back inside the  house.

I  hadn't but finished one side of the pool, when I heard the sound of people
 coming around the side of the house. To my utter surprise and humiliation
the  voices belonged to Kevin and  Ray.

No  sooner had the two teenagers got to the back of the house, Ray ordered
Kevin to  shed his clothes and start crawling. I watched, forgetting my assigned
task as  the two males approached the  pool.

"Hey  boy, sure is a nice day for a swim", Ray shouted  out.

It  wasn't but a few seconds and Ray was butt naked, jumping into the pool;
leaving  Kevin kneeling with his hands firmly placed behind his head.

As I  returned to my duties, I kept glancing up at Kevin, and from the
expression on  his face I could tell that he'd had a rather difficult night and
morning.

"To  bad you can't join me!" Ray laughingly said to Kevin, all the while
knowing that  Kevin wasn't in any condition to enjoy the pool. "A relaxing dip in
the pool  would probably get you in the mood for more of the same that you got
last  night."

When I looked up, I could see Kevin's face starting to show the obvious signs
of  tears rolling down his cheeks. As much as I wanted to know exactly what
Ray had  done to Kevin, I wasn't going to chance asking either of the two what
went on  last night.

By the time, I'd gotten over to the side where Kevin remained, dutifully
kneeling; I got my first real look at him. His back was covered in welts and
bruises. The width of the red stripes across his back and butt looked as if
they'd come from a  belt.

I was  almost, ALMOST, positive; that I'd spent to much time looking at
Kevin's back  while Ray was prancing around in the pool. The back door swung open
with a thud  and Henry was marching my way. The look on his face was one of
pure anger and I  knew that I'd offended his sense of responsibility.

I started  back scrubbing the pool, as Ray called out, "Henry, thanks for
inviting us over  this afternoon. I'm sure glad that we could use your guy's
pool."

Henry  acknowledges Ray's thanks and kept right on walking towards me,
stomping would  be more like it.
I  knew that Henry was going to lay into me something fierce for stopping my
assignment.

Just as Henry was about to open his mouth and start berating me in front of
the  two teens, his eyes caught the same sight as mine  had.

"Dear  lord child, who did this to you?", Henry demanded. "What person in
their right  mind would inflict such horrendous punishment to someone as young as
you? Did  you father do this to you? Tell  me!"

Little  Kevin not only kept kneeling but he kept quiet as well. "It was me
Henry. I did  it to the 'boy' this morning", came the firm and determined voice
of Ray. "After  his dad left for work, I took my morning crap and told the
'boy' to lick my ass  clean and he refused to do what I asked; so I laid a belt
into  him."

Henry  quickly gathered up Kevin and marched him to one of the tables,
leaving him  standing there; facing away from myself and Ray, as he stormed into the
house. I  couldn't do my chore, as my eyes were glued on the red and welted
back of Kevin  and admittedly I was also absorbing the wonderful physique of
such a beautiful  male specimen.

Blazing out  the back door, Henry yelled at me to get back to work. Henry had
several large  towels, a large dish of water and a tube of salve when he
handed Kevin one of  the towels and had him drape it over the table  top.

The  next thing I saw was Kevin laying over the table, on his stomach; as
Henry was  spreading the youthful males legs apart, taking up a position between
them.

"You!', shouted Henry, "stay in the fucking pool until I'm done here with
this  'boy'. You should be ashamed of yourself. What the hell do you think you
were  going to prove by beating your 'boy' like this? Just wait until the
'boy's'  father sees what you've done. And you just wait until Mr. Troy finds  out."

I  continued waddling my way around the pool scrubbing the sides, and more
than  once I caught Ray with an evil and sadistic smirk on his face; that had I
the  opportunity I would have gladly wiped it right off, no questions  asked.

I was  done with the pool, before Henry was finished with Henry; so I meekly
put the  pool brush down along side the house and took to kneeling fairly
close to Henry,  but looking towards the pool so I could easily see  Ray.

Henry  had shown his more gentle side, being as how he continued to speak to
Kevin  during the entire time he was cleaning and apply the salve to the
teen's  backside.

When Kevin was all clean and covered with ointment, Henry allowed the 'boy'
to  sit on a chair; leaning forward so his back didn't come in contact with the
 chair back. I looked at Kevin and mouthed, in silence, the word 'sorry'; and
 Kevin replied with a smile. After cleaning up the table, it was time for
Henry  to have a chat with Ray, and the entire time was all one sided; as Ray
never got  in one single  word.

In the  end, Henry ordered Ray to get his shorts, shirt and shoes on and to
get himself  home, his home. Both Ray and Kevin were in a trance, eyes locked
onto each other  as Ray slowly dressed himself. It wasn't any more than two
minutes and Ray was  walking around the side of the house, without saying as much
as a word to  Kevin.

As  Ray departed, Henry called for Kevin to come into the house and he
commanded me  to also enter the house. I did my best, under the circumstances of
having been  chained up, to get down on hands and knees and crawl the twenty or
so feet over  the rough surface of the pool deck; but it wasn't anything
compared as having to  climb up the few steps into the kitchen.

Just from  the initial view of the kitchen, I could tell that the two Masters
hadn't spared  any expense on making sure the house had the 'latest and
greatest'.

Kevin sat on a chair adjacent to the kitchen table and I did my best to
kneel;  but kneeling wasn't to be, so I just remained on hands and knees in front
of  Kevin's  feet.

Henry  grabbed the phone and hastily dialed up Master Troy; filling him in on
the  entire situation with Ray and Kevin. There wasn't any real mention of
me, except  the one line of, 'the slaves doing okay, and is kneeling in the
kitchen at the  moment'.

After hanging up the phone, Kevin was informed that Master Troy was going to
attempt to contact his dad and tell him where his 'boy' was. Kevin was to
remain  with Henry until Master Troy got home or his dad came to get him; which
ever  came first.

Kevin got a nice tall glass of iced tea and I got a bowl of ice water; as
Henry  tried to comprehend and sort out why Ray had been so cruel to his new
'boy'.

When  my bowl was empty, Henry released the chain from my collar to my ankle
chain and  I was allowed to stand up; which was the first time in a long time
that I'd been  free to do so. It felt nice, but my body seemed once again not
to be able to  handle the weight and my knees started to wobble, so I had to
brace myself  against the  table.

I  think Henry was a bit surprised, since he'd ordered me to peel a small bag
of  potatoes and get them cooked so he could make a potato salad for dinner.
I'm  guessing that he hadn't figured a guy like me was very 'handy' around the
 kitchen.

I  spent the next minutes peeling the potatoes and getting them into the pot
to  boil. After that Henry kept giving me more and more to do around the
kitchen  until finally he took me into the dining room and showed me how he wanted
the  table set for dinner. Henry was a picky man, who had to have everything
just  perfect, his  way.

In all  honesty, I couldn't complain; as I did indeed like to cook and it
sure was a  hell of a lot better than being in the dungeon by  myself.

The  one thing I had noticed, which I couldn't figure out; was that Henry had
every  clock covered up. He could see me looking, even at the microwave
oven's clock,  but he'd even put a piece of black tape over that as well. I guess
the one thing  that I'm not supposed to care about, for now, is the time of
day.

Just  from the array of food, it was plain to see that Henry made sure his
Masters ate  well. The five major food groups were all accounted for in his meal
 preparations. I don't know why I mention such things, but with nothing else
to  concentrate on, it seemed like the appropriate thing to process in my
head.

After  some 'friendly' chatting between Kevin and Henry, Kevin was asked to
take me  downstairs. So, back on went my hand  mitts.

Getting into my cage, Kevin dutifully followed his instructions and chained
one  ankle to the side of my cage and then just before he slipped the hood over
my  face he said, "I'm sorry for having to do this to you. You seem like a
nice  slave and I hope we can still be  friends."

I  thought he was all done, after he'd tightened the laces on the back of the
hood,  but he wasn't. He got me down onto my mat and positioned me so that my
ass was  exposed. There was a momentary lapse of activity, but then the cool
moist  feeling of lubricant touched my sore rectum. It was followed by a
steady, firm  pushing; as Kevin eased the god awful butt plug back into my  ass.

I  wasn't surprised that Kevin even took the chain which was attached to my
ball  weight and pulled it out; keeping my sac very tight. Had I'd heard the
footsteps  of Henry, then I would have understood that Kevin was acting under
direct  supervision.

I felt Kevin's smooth boyish skin make contact with the side of my ribcage,
assuming that he was now either sitting or kneeling next to me. I tensed, as
his  tongue began to swirl around the perimeter of my large nipple ring. While
he  tongued my chest, one of his hands went to my cock; and gingerly began to
stroke  it; thankfully near my cinch ring and not the tip of my  dick.

It  wasn't long after Kevin had tongued my other nipple, that he moved his
mouth  down to my nuts. His tongue felt like silk as he worked it over each of
the  bound orbs, one after the other. It seemed to make me forget all about the
 weight stretching my  scrotum.

I  don't know how long it had been, until I finally realized that Kevin was
giving  me a tongue bath; but it was the most sensual feeling I'd ever
experienced.  Kevin even sucked each of my toes, including those tiny spaces in
between.

Faintly, Kevin said, "I heard about your session in the torture chair. It
sounds  awful. I hope I never have to sit in it. Is that why your butt is all
puffy and  swollen? Did you know that the end of your dick is all pink and open,
and like I  can see in  there?"

I  tried to dismiss his words, as I wanted more than anything, to concentrate
on  the feeling his tongue was giving in my armpits. Without hair on my body,
his  tongue seemed to skate freely wherever he put it. If my cock hadn't been
so  sore, I'm positive it would have tried to  erect.

"I  have to get back upstairs now, but I hope I can come back and play with
you some  more before my dad gets here or I have to go home." Kevin said so
earnestly and  caring, as he scooted off of my mat and left me alone, to savor
the few minutes  of sexual delight he'd given  me.

It  seemed like an eternity before someone had come downstairs. I wasn't one
who  could ever hold his bladder for long and whoever it was, must have
detected my  discomfort and slid the plastic urinal over my cock. Believe you me... I
wasn't  the least bit embarrassed about pissing into that thing, even if there
was some  one watching me. It sure felt good to empty out.

Following  the removal of the urinal, I listened as several sets of feet were
clomping down  the stairs; with voices  intermingled.

By the time everyone was downstairs, I'd come to realize that the voices
belonged to Master's Troy and Jeb, Kevin and Kevin's father. They all seemed to
be talking about Ray and from what little I had learned, none of them; except
for Kevin, who sided with Ray, appreciated what Ray had done, in an apparent
fit  of anger of Kevin's refusal to follow an  order.

The  chain was removed from my ankle iron and I was moved out of the cage and
into  the 'working area' of the dungeon. It felt as if two, perhaps all
three, men  lifted me up onto what felt like a leather cushion of sorts. It was
hard to tell  at first what my knees were resting on; until they eased my torso
downward onto  what seemed to be the same type of material. It was cool against
my bare skin,  something which seemed refreshing at first; until my wrists
were anchored to  whatever it was that I was laying on. A couple of straps were
placed over my  back and tightened down as were my legs and ankles. It took a
few minutes to  understand that I was laying on some type of padded bench,
with my head lower  than my butt; but, I wasn't in any discomfort or  pain.

My  hood was removed and standing before my face was a cock, all hard and
pulsing  within the bulging blood vessels.

I knew what  was coming and I didn't seem to be bothered by it at all. I
simply opened my  mouth and accepted the inevitable. A minute or two into sucking
on the cock, I  discovered that it belonged to Kevin's father. He must be one
of those males who  can manufacture copious amounts of semen; as string after
string of his seed  filled my mouth.

I should  have been repulsed, by the next dick coming at my mouth. It was
totally hairless  and smaller than most. From the conversation around me, I
learned that Kevin was  getting a blowjob from me, for being so nice and proper to
Henry. His teenage  cock erupted with the furry of an earthquake, as even his
youthful body seemed  to shudder and then turn  rigid.

Master's Jeb and Troy lunged at my mouth and seemed to delight in making me
gag  and gasp for air. Over and over again, they each withheld their own
orgasm, just  to prolong their throat  fucking.

Seemingly pleased with my ability to administer a rather decent blowjob, I
was  released from the bench and ordered to kneel in the  shower.

The  three adults took their turn in draining their bladder into my mouth;
but when  it came time for Kevin to use me as his urinal, he couldn't do  it.

Kevin  and his dad got into a shouting match, which apparently turned out to
be a stale  mate. The main gist of Kevin's reluctance was merely the fact that
he hadn't  come to terms with himself expected to swallow a man's piss and
him not  excepting someone else to swallow his. "and I wouldn't want somebody to
lick my  dirty ass either" was Kevin's last comment made to his  father.

Then, out of the blue Kevin's dad said to him, "Well then, I guess maybe Ray
was  right when he punished you, but perhaps he shouldn't have gotten carried
away  like he did. You just can't pick and choose what you want and what you
don't  want Kevin. Maybe when we get home, you and I can try to work through
some of  your  hang-ups."

"I don't see why you coddle the boy", commented Master Jeb. "If it were me,
I'd  simply make him get his cock in the slave's mouth and keep it there until
he DID  piss."

Knowing just by the tone of Master Jeb's voice, Kevin knew he was caught
between  a rock and a hard spot. My eyes went up to meet his and I slowly opened
my  mouth. Kevin slid his limp dick onto my tongue and I closed my lips around
it,  making a nice seal, from which he couldn't easily  withdraw.

I  moved my mitted hands to his thighs, hoping to encourage him; just so he
wouldn't have to take a rash of crap from his father later. Slowly and gently
I  began to feel his body move, as he ever so thoughtfully placed his hands on
the  sides and top of my head.

"I'm so  sorry", Kevin whispered as he finally relaxed enough to allow a
small trickle of  his piss to enter my mouth. I could tell that he was still
trying to hold back,  so I began to massage the backs of his legs and that seemed
to relax him enough,  along with telling him that I understood; and he finally
just let it all out. I  wonder if it is what a man drinks which makes his piss
taste the way it does.  Out of the four cocks, Kevin's piss tasted the
sweetest of them  all.

After  making sure that my tongue had flicked off any remaining drops of
Kevin's urine,  I opened my mouth and Kevin slowly extracted his  cock.

I'm  not sure what is on Kevin's mind. I didn't know if after getting his
back  whipped by Ray that he was realizing that he didn't like 'rough'
master/slave  life or was it that Ray just wasn't around right this minute. I had to
dismiss  all thoughts of Kevin, for now, as I was sure that Master Troy had more
things  in store for me  tonight.

Now  it was my turn to piss, in front of everyone no less and Master Troy had
me  kneel over the drain and instructed Kevin to grasp my dick and keep it
aimed at  the drain. Since I was already bloated with everybody else's piss it
didn't take  any coaxing for me to start a heavy and heady stream of piss
flowing down the  shower  drain.

By  the time I'd finished and turned around, facing outward; Henry had
arrived with  my meal.

I  was taken out of the shower area and had expected my leather mitts to be
removed; but sadly, it was another repeat from the previous day, or almost I
should say.

I struggled to find a comfortable way to rest my butt on my heels, with the
plug  constantly reminding me it was deeply embedded. Kevin was given the chore
of  feeding me and he seemed to enjoy it this time. Fork full, by fork full,
Kevin  fed me until the plate was empty. He never spoke a single word during
the  feeding but I knew by the expression on his face that he enjoyed himself
and  that he was happy that he was able to help me eat.

I was still  perplexed as to why they kept my hands covered, but then I
couldn't figure out,  or understand the reason why they had my head covered in the
hood either from  time to  time.

My new  world seemed to be one filled with emotions, feelings of anger,
happiness and a  little bit of joy all atop the distressful feeling of pain; which
I was slowly  coming to realize might just not last  forever.

After the meal, I was moved over to an area behind the table which I'd
already  spent more time on than I care to remember. Master's Jeb and Troy began to
fit  my body with some kind of nylon  webbing.

It  went around my chest and abdomen, under my arms and the last two straps
went  under my legs, directly above my knees and the other of the two went
right up to  my butt  cheeks.

Everyone stood around as Master Jeb began attaching chains to several points
of  the web material and then without a word, began hoisting my body up off
the  floor.

The  moment my body cleared the floor it became most obvious that the webbing
was  keeping me in a sitting position. The weight dangling from my balls was
left  there to continue it's job of torturing my  nuts.

Once I  was deemed to be at the proper height, Master Jeb attached my wrist
irons to the  chains which left me completely immobile. A slight 'rumbling and
rolling' sound  came from the direction of the 'fuck chair' and I saw Henry
wheeling over what  looked like a small bar stool with a gigantic dildo attached
to the seat of the  stool.

The  closer Henry came, the more terrified I got. Henry stopped right in
front of me,  allowing for an up close view of the frightening image.

Master Jeb  raised me up a few more inches, allowing for the dildo and stool
to slide easily  beneath my butt. "There's no need to be to concerned", Master
Jeb stated rather  boldly, "The dildo is designed with a tremendous amount of
flexibility, and will  bend with the curve of your  insides."

All I could think about was the length and diameter of this horrific thing
trying to work its way up my ass.

Master Troy  came up in front of me, and knelt down on one knee; attaching
yet another heavy  weight to my ball stretcher.

"Now, the  idea is", Master Troy began, "that in order for you to lessen the
pain on your  slave balls, you'll have to impale yourself onto the image until
the weights  touch the ground. And to make it more interesting for you; we've
decided that  Kevin will control the rate of decent. So you'll have to ask
Kevin in a pleasing  manner to lower you each time you feel that you're ready to
take more up your  slave hole. Now before the adults go upstairs, there is
one more thing I must  mention. Master Jeb is going to release the catch on the
chain, and it will be  up to Kevin to keep you from ramming the dildo up your
ass all at once; unless  of course, that is something you want to happen. So
as long as Kevin maintains a  strong hold on the chain, the two of you can work
together to ease the pain in  your balls."

Master Jeb picked up where Master Troy left off by saying, "And should you
get  your ball weights to the ground, that will also be at the same time that
the  entire length of the dildo has been properly seated in your slave ass. Once
that  occurs, Kevin is free to leave for home, or he can sleep on your mat in
the  cage; but under no circumstances are you to remove yourself from the
stool."

That  being said, Henry greased up the tip of the dildo, as Master Jeb handed
the end  of the chain to  Kevin.

With  my nuts aching, feeling as if they were being ripped from my body; the
three men  and Henry left us to our own delima.

To Be continued...  21 more  chapters to go.... hang in there...