Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2006 18:58:39 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 21

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Sail Away Chapter  Twenty  One


As expected, the day went totally downhill once the two Masters had left.

Both Kevin and I were left to our own thoughts, which if Kevin's were
anything like mine; he was only thinking the worse.  If I had used my head,
I would have asked him last night if he had been given permission to do
those things to me; but as my luck was running, he didn't.

So,  each of us had to endure our own little 'hell' so to speak. At least
Kevin  wasn't all trussed up like me; but I was positive that he didn't like
being  locked in a cage with only a mat and a  bucket.

I  watched as Henry came downstairs to do the laundry from the weekend. He
didn't,  at first, even look into the dungeon to see if everything was all
right.

When  he finally did come in, he never said a word; nor did he have a look of
anger on  his face. He looked to make sure that I was completely impaled and
then he added  two more chains to the webbing and both me, and the dildo were
lifted into the  air; causing the weight to once again put a strain on my
nuts.

I  struggled with the weight this time. I was so tired that any little
disturbance  turned into something painful.

Pleased that I was now being stretched and impaled at the same time; Henry
stepped away momentarily and returned with another bucket. It wasn't long
before the bucket was fastened, by a thick chain to each side of my collar;
and placed up and under my cock. The only thing I could think of was that
the bucket was to be used just in case I needed to pee.  Some time after
Henry left us alone; I indeed find the need to release my bladder full of
piss.  Just the small amount of weight the bucket now placed around my neck
collar seemed unbearable. I found myself going from exhausted and confused
to a state of semi-consciousness as the morning turned to afternoon.

The only positive thing that I came up with was that from now on I was only
going to do everything required of me, to the best of my ability; thus,
perhaps, eliminating the need to discipline me. If I had to grovel at
Ryan's feet when he was to come on Wednesday evening, I would do it.

I knew  that it was more than me simply have an ejaculation last night. It
had to be  their way of tearing me down, before they rebuilt me into whatever it
was that I  was to become. In some ways I could relate to it; as I, myself,
shunned most of  the world while I immersed myself, first in my college studies
and then in my  job. There wasn't to much that I didn't understand about
physics and chemistry;  but when it came to real life situations, I was
dumbfounded.

Once, or maybe twice, Henry came in to check on the two of us, but neither of
us  got a morning meal or a noon meal. We didn't get anything except I got a
small  bowl of water and Kevin got a bottle of water. Still, Henry refused to
speak;  but at least he didn't find other ways to inflict pain or  discomfort.

Whether it was sleep or mere unconsciousness, I had passed out after my bowl
of  water.

By  the time I'd regained a conscience awareness, it must have been late
afternoon.  I couldn't get my eyes to focus to good, but I didn't have to. I heard
Kevin  pleading with Henry in the shower about not having to take any more
solution up  his young butt. Apparently, Henry had been giving the poor youth a
fairly  sizeable enema; as Kevin protested loudly that his stomach was
cramping and he  'just can't take  anymore'.

There were the occasional smacks of skin against skin; which led me to think
Kevin was getting his ass reddened. By the time my eyes focused I could see
that  Kevin was inverted over the floor drain with the large hose going into
his tight  butt. Henry was standing next to him, wearing what looked like a
plastic apron,  which had a few turd streaks running down the front of it. I
watched, although I  had nothing to gain from it, as the hose came out and Kevin
struggled to retain  the water.

Less than five minutes had passed and Kevin let loose with the water and any
remaining contents of his bowels. It shot up like a rocket, coming back down,
 cascading over the front and rear of his lithe  frame.

Henry  saw that I was awake, and watching the 'show'. He simply continued
with his  assigned chores dealing with  Kevin.

He  took the hose and rinsed Kevin off with what must have been cold water
only and  then he gave Kevin a scrubbing; which looked to be less than  gentle.

I  was total taken back, when Henry began lathering up Kevin's legs. Sure
enough,  Henry took a straight razor to the legs and Kevin ended up smooth as a
Florida  tomato.

The  last remaining vestige of hair was on Kevin's head; and that too was
quickly  removed, leaving the young man looking like me. Kevin hadn't stopped
crying the  entire time, but apparently the crying was exactly what Henry needed
and wanted  to hear.

Henry tidied up and removed Kevin from the shower area. Both of them
proceeded  over to me; which I had not earthly idea what to  expect.

Henry yanked on my bucket, which had a sizeable amount of piss in it, causing
my  head to fall forward. I watched as Henry handed off the bucket to Kevin
and  'instructed' him to consume the entire  contents.

Once the bucket was back in place; Henry carefully lowered me back down, so
at  least the weight was off of my balls. By now, I didn't even feel it, as
there  seemed to be no difference between them being stretched or  not.

Slowly,  with each move deliberate, Henry released me from the dildo and then
from the  webbing. Lastly, without ceremony or comment he removed the weight.


Both he and  Kevin eased me onto the cool floor, which seemed like heaven;
compared to the  last twelve or so hours. I hadn't once ounce of strength in my
whole body. I  began to weep, for an unknown reason and I was allowed to lay
in my fetal  position for quite some  time.

I  struggled to concentrate, to rationalize each minute; but the world around
me  was elusive. Were these men, and Ryan, finally starting to tear down my
wall?

Half  dragged, half carried, I too found myself in the shower and received
the same  regiment of cleaning, scrubbing and shaving as Kevin previously was
subjected  to.

When  that was finally over with, both of us were locked into the cage; but
not before  I was plugged, as was  Kevin.

The  lights were finally turned out, but there was strange music being piped
in from  somewhere; which made it impossible to find comfort in sleep. The
only real  solace was being able to hold each other in our arms, as we rested
ourselves up  against the side of the cage, with our butts on the  mat.

I was  delirious by now, not knowing much of anything. I was ever so thankful
for  Kevin's loving embrace, that the mental anguish seemed to lessen
somewhat.  However, I continued to cry and found myself muttering words and phrases
that  seemed to make no  sense.
I was terrified  that I'd finally succumbed to the wants, needs, and desires,
of the Masters. I  almost felt as if I was nothing more than a piece of flesh
and bloodâ^À¦ a  slave.

The  next time that the lights came on, Henry unlocked the cage and placed
two small  bowls of food on the floor, and then he brought in one large bowl of
water. When  he left, he once again locked the cage, but this time he did
leave us with a  small amount of  light.

I  tried to focus my mind on the food and water, but for some reason my body
wouldn't follow my brain. I slumped forward and had to be helped by Kevin to
sit  back up against the cage.

I watched  as Kevin ate, muzzling his mouth down into the dish of food like a
dog and  licking his mouth clean. I didn't know if I'd missed Henry telling
us to eat  this way or not, but apparently Kevin had understood that we weren't
to use our  hands. I found it amusing to hear Kevin slurping up some of the
water and then  the sound of him lapping at the  water.

Not  that I didn't want to eat, it was just that I couldn't control my body
well  enough to kneel and consume the food. It ended up, that Kevin put some
food into  his mouth and brought it up to mine, which I found to be a rather
primitive  animal instinct, but it worked none the less. It took a considerable
amount of  time for me to eat just half of the food, which I think tasted good;
but I just  didn't have the energy to finish everything I had. Even though
Kevin whispered  pleas into my ear, to eat more, I just couldn't.

By the time  that the lights came back on, the music had stopped; and I
noticed that both of  our food bowls were spotless. Henry retrieved the empty bowls
and left, leaving  the cage  unlocked.

Minutes later Master's Jeb and Troy came bounding into the dungeon as if
there  was nothing wrong and both, I think, were in a jovial mood. They took time
to  speak with Henry, but I didn't hear what they talked  about.

When  they entered the cage, they seemed intent on inspecting the 'new'
Kevin; with  his freshly smoothed body. I didn't even have enough energy to get
myself in the  proper position when they came in, but I tried my best. I think I
heard one of  them say that I looked more as if I was 'slumped over' rather
than being  properly positioned. Perhaps it was the fact that I couldn't pose
myself,  whereby my ass was presented to them as they entered. I half expected
one of the  Masters to use his foot and push me to the  ground.

"Well, little boy, do you think you've learned a valuable lesson today?"
asked  Master Jeb of  Kevin.

"Sir,  yes Sir" he meekly  replied.

"I'd say that if I were a young submissive 'little boy' like you; I'd damn
sure  be listening to those men who have control of your life, instead of acting
like  you know more, or think you know better than they do", chimed in Master
Troy.  "Don't you know that a finely honed, well behaved slave boy is a great
benefit  to it's master? Just think of all the pleasure you could bring to
your master if  only you'd obey him without hesitation or reservation as to what
he asks you to  do. Don't you love your master,  'boy'?"

"Sir, yes Sir" Kevin rebounded with a snappy  response.

"You see, Kevin, the difference between you and this lowly life form over
here  (gesturing towards me) is that he has to learn from the ground up what it
is to  properly take care of his new master. Whereas you, on the other hand
know that  you are required certain things like cock sucking, being fucked, doing
house  chores, drinking piss and even, yes even, licking your master's ass
clean if he  tells you so." Master Jeb said in a more polite tone of voice.
"Pain is  only part of a slave's life and should never be thought of as a form of
 punishment. You need to think of pain as a lesson in behavior modification.
Once  you've overcome any and all of your shortcomings, I for one would think
that  pain would become something felt less and less; that is of course, you
like  pain. You do know, don't you, that there are some who cannot live without
pain.  Those types of people can be most rewarding to certain types of
masters."

I  began to slowly process the words spoken to Kevin, as words spoken to me;
and  they all seemed to make a great deal of sense to me, but that could be
just from  the physically distressed state I was  in.

I  couldn't see what was happening now, but from the sound of it; Kevin had
one of  the Masters cocks in his mouth. I was almost sure that he was
swallowing a batch  of piss; just for the simple fact that I heard Kevin gurgle and
choke once or  twice.

What  I thought was the cellar door opening and closing was in fact what had
happened.  I was still slouched over in the best position I could bring myself
to do, so it  wasnâ^À^Ùt until I heard the voice, did I know that Ray had come to
see his 'boy',  and to have a serious talk with the two  Masters.

Needless to say, I think everyone there was glad that Ray had arrived. I
couldn't see him from my position but I knew that he had been told to stop at
the door to our cage. A swift and firm push of one of the Masters' boots sent me
 tumbling forward onto my mat, where I ended up in a rather awkward position;
but  at least now I could see  everyone.

As  if orchestrated, Henry moved in right behind Ray, as the two Masters
approached  him. "Ray, is there something you've come to say?" asked Master  Jeb.

"I've  come to apologize to Kevin and also to let everyone know that I was a
total ass  for being so mean to Kevin. It will never happen again; I  promise."
In unison,  the two Masters looked at one another, as if for some reason they
wouldn't have  believed the young master, no matter what words came out of
his mouth. Kevin, on  the other hand, displayed a big wide eyed  smile.

"Your  words are well spoken, and we want and need to believe you", responded
Master  Troy. "However, you have so much to learn and you've already started
off on the  wrong foot. The father of your 'boy' wishes us to 'instruct' you
on such  matters, beginning with you serving a penitence for your
transgression.

Like a ninja, Henry had quickly grasped the two arms of Ray and had them
pulled  backwards. Ray had a look on his face that I could only compare to one
seeing a  ghost; as the two Masters made their way to Ray and began yanking his
clothes  and shoes off. Kevin was dumbfounded as to what was going on, but
thankfully he  remained still and quiet during the  process.

Ray  still hadn't uttered a sound, as he was now being pushed back against
the bars  of the cage, while Henry quickly secured the boys hands to the bars,
in a spread  out position. Kevin began to squirm a little, but knew that any
interference  from him would most assuredly result in him receiving his own
punishment.

Each taking an ankle, it wasn't but a minute before Ray's body was firmly
affixed to the cage. Through the fog of my own brain and eyes, it appeared to me
 as if Ray wanted to say something; but his mouth was filled with a ball gag
silencing his words, and leaving him with just a vocal garbled kind of  noise.

Kevin  was made to crawl up to Ray and immediate suckle Ray's cock. While
this was  going on, Henry hustled out into the utility room and came back
wheeling a small  cart to which an electrical extension cord was attached. There was
something on  the top of the cart that looked vaguely familiar, as perhaps I
may have once  upon a time used something like it in either one of my chemistry
classes or  actual work  site.

Henry  was quickly pulled off of Ray's pecker, as Master Troy spoke, saying;
"The boy's  father will be here after his evening meal and he too wants to
speak with you.  Thankfully he sounds as if he's not as upset as he was this
morning when he was  informed of your sadistic behavior. In the mean time, he's
asked us to keep you  occupied to where you can have ample time to construct
your thoughts as to what  you wish to say to  him."

Henry  got down in front of Ray, and quickly razor'd off a small amount of
the young  man's pubic hair just over his cock, leaving it  smooth.

With  the flick of a button, Master Jeb started up the small machine and came
up to  Ray with what appeared to me as a clear/red polyemer cylinder; which
was  attached to two plastic hoses. "This is what we commonly refer to as our
'milker', Master Jeb said in a rather sinister tone of voice.  "It will  milk
you dry, and if your 'boys' father hasn't arrived by then, it will keep on
milking you and I should warn you that dry milkings are no fun, no fun AT  ALL."

As  soon as the cylinder was placed over Ray's penis it sounded a lot
different. I  tried to listen but I just couldn't keep up with too much of the
conversation.  All I can recall was that one part of the cylinder kept a constant
suction on  the body, while the other part of the cylinder kept stroking the
penis; as if to  say it was a mechanical masturbation  machine.

Kevin was sent over to kneel on the mat, next to me; and he was placed in
charge  of getting me to my knees and making sure that I didn't slump back  down.

By the  time I was kneeling, Kevin had to keep one arm around my back and
under one of  my arms, just to prevent me from keeling over onto my  face.

In and  out of being awake, I remember hearing Ray moan, and groan but the
actual moment  of his orgasm went undetected by me; but I'm positive that Henry
saw it all as I  thought I heard him or someone say, "there we go Ray, good
man. Look at your cum  sucking down that tube, Now let's see how long it will
take for you to add more  cock snot into the  tube."

It  was a while before I raised my head again. I think it was only because I
had  heard Ray say something along the lines of, "no more, please no more. My
cock is  going to  break."

I  had no clue as to the time of day, or whether Kevin's dad had arrived. All
I  knew as that someone had gotten me onto my back, laying flat with my
ankles now  spread wide and high. Some small nerve told my brain that my ass was
once again  plugged. In the one or two seconds that I was able to open my eyes,
all I could  see were the steel bars atop the cage; but I was able to
ascertain that the  cylinder on Ray's cock was still in use.

For a brief  moment, I had realized that I was no longer thinking. I was just
reacting to a  situation. My mind didn't comprehend much of anything, except
allowing me the  few seconds to alert me to things going on around me. There
wasn't any need to  think or rationalize anything. Just do, and to accept.
Sounds weird now, when I  look back on it all; but in all reality, that is all a
slave needs to do,  without  thinking,

Ray continued with his ranting and raving; which seemed odd, because I could
have sworn that he'd had be gagged  earlier.

I  wondered if his begging and pleading was having any effect on Henry, but I
 wasn't concerned one way or the other, really. It was just a passing moment
where my mind pondered the situation. It wasn't my fault that Ray is where he
is  now, nor was it my fault that Henry had gotten lashed with Ray's belt
earlier.  It's their problem, not  mine.

I  began to get a keener sense of what was happening when I think Henry's
father  had arrived and he began yelling at Ray non-stop. The only part of the
conversation I heard plainly was the part where he said to Ray, "I count
seventeen lash marks on my son's back and shoulders and so it should be that you
receive the same amount as you so thoughtlessly administered to your 'boy'
without first speaking with me about it. I don't mind Kevin being punished, but
you knew the rules when I left the house this morning and you, young man,
broke  the rules."

There seemed to be a bit of what I thought was a scuffle, but later
discovered  that Ray had been flipped around so that his back was facing towards Kevin
and  me. I heard the thwap and slap of leather striking Ray's skin;
accompanied by  the youth's yelps and screams. I couldn't tell you if Ray got seventeen
or  seventy lashes but it seemed to take forever and ever before there was
nothing I  was able to hear except for the sobbing sounds and gasping for breath
sounds.

The  next time I came around, the room was in total darkness; and I sensed
that I was  all alone inside the cage. My legs were still high above my torso,
with my cock  hanging out beyond my body due to the cinch ring. My ass was
sore, and it  wouldn't be until sunrise that I would discover that my anal plug
had been  exchanged for yet a larger  one.

My  mouth was as dry as the desert and I needed to piss. The need to piss far
out  weighed any and all punishments that anyone could dish out; so I simply
relaxed  and released a steady flow from my dick.

I must have  drifted off again; as the next time I could open my eyes there
was a faint hint  of sunlight coming through one of the basement windows in the
other room. By  flicking my eyes around, I confirmed that I was alone in the
cage. I felt as if  I was in a world all to myself, all serene and quiet. It
felt like, or seemed  like; a considerable amount of time had passed before I
could hear the faint  sounds of foot steps coming from directly overhead, on
the floor  above.

Somehow I failed to hear the boots coming down the stairs, but regardless, I
was  in no position to get to my proper stance. I lowered my eyes as far down
as  possible and between my outstretched legs l could see Henry coming towards
me.  It wasn't until Henry called me a few disgusting names, that I
remembered  pissing on the mat sometime during the night  time.

It  didn't take Henry long to get my legs down, drag me into the shower and
start my  daily routine. He left me there, while he retrieved the piss covered
mat and  rinsed it off in the shower behind me. I muttered to himself the
entire time,  including the time he spent mopping up the floor inside the cage. I
don't  believe I felt bad for him OR myself, for what ever reason. I had to
piss and he  had to clean it up; at least for now  anyway.

I  was led out of the shower and into the 'training' area of the dungeon
where once  again he attended to my rings and my circumcision.

He left me  lying on the table, with my limbs chained but not outstretched. I
believe he had  gone upstairs, perhaps to take care of Masters Jeb and  Troy.

I  began to get the impression that both Ray and Kevin had left sometime last
 night, going back to Kevin's place; which meant that as like yesterday I
would  be at the mercy of Henry and his diabolical, torturous  ways.

The  soft glow of Ryan came to mind, and I began to quickly absorb the
smallest of  details. I knew that what I was seeing was only a mental image of him,
but still  I was seeing  him.

My mind  began to focus on every hair on his head, every rippling muscle on
his body,  every rise and fall of his smooth chest. I couldn't help but to
realize that he,  of all people, was going to be my salvation from this place. My
mind started to  allow me to consume Ryan's masculine body odor, and the sweet
fragrance of his  armpits and crotch.  I could so easily visualize every
centimeter of his  cock and balls, which somehow didn't seem to make me feel
ashamed of  myself.  I could see Ryan's lips moving as if he was saying something
to  me, but it was almost like being in a silent movie in the earlier 1900's.
Everything was either black, white or grey. But why had this mental image come
 into my head?

I began to  see Ryan moving towards me, like a mystical shadow. For some
reason he reached  his arms out towards me and the next thing I saw was an even
fainter, foggier,  image of me walking submissively towards  him.

I began  to think that I was hallucinating or something worse; as I witnessed
myself  kneeling before him, kissing the tops of his feet, just before
engulfing his  soft cock. The entire scene felt real, as if I was looking into the
future;  knowing full well what was to be expected of  me.

The  visions continued; not allowing time to waste. I was amazed at what I
witnessed;  as there was nothing that I didn't do with my own brother. The out
of body  experience concluded in a warm and rather emotional bonding; as I saw
first hand  what I now was to understand as 'fisting'. It was beautiful, warm
and sensual  for me; at least in the visions I was  having.

I  blinked, not once, but three or four times and Ryan and I had faded into
nothing  more than a  memory.

"You'd best be on your toes today. I'd hate to come home and have to be told
that you fucked up or something", Master Jeb said to me; causing me to jolt
back  into the real world. "I've left word with Henry that you are to be fed at
noon  time, so don't go thinking that we have forgotten to feed you this
morning.  Slaves eat when needed, and not when they feel that they are hungry. You
need to  start converting every ounce of your energy and thought process into
ways you  feel will make your master have a since of pride and ways that will
bring him  endless years of  pleasure."

After saying that; Master Jeb lifted up my nose ring and gave me a rather
passionate kiss on my lips and then walked back upstairs.

I was once  again left alone, until both Masters had left for their
respective jobs and  Henry had completed his 'normal'  assignments.

I believe, to this day, that it was the soft 'chamber' style music coming
from speakers in the ceiling that allowed me to fall into a deep sleep;
until it was time for Henry to teach and train me to become the best slave
I possibly could be for Master Ryan.

To Be Continued...

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