Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2006 12:03:07 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 29

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North Country  Chapter Twenty  Nine


Once more, I was left, for a minute or two, to ponder the next phase of my
'induction'. Since I was laying flat, I was just about clueless as to what was
going on in the room. I did, however, finally hear the door open and close,
sensing the presence of yet another person. I knew that the others must have
still been standing outside, in the hallway, gazing through the one-way  glass.

I caught a brief glimpse of Mr. Thomas, as he passed by me; apparently going
towards one of the cabinets lining the wall. The next thing my eyes see, was
Master Ryan standing over me; his eyes locked onto  mine.

"You didn't think that I'd leave you alone the entire night, did you slave?",
 Master asked in the most sincere tone of voice. "I've concluded the business
 portion for the evening and now I'm all your's so to speak. By now, you must
 have come to realize that the majority of these men are not only friends of
mine; but that they are also 'business partners' as well. We all needed a
special place to congregate, and enjoy each others company; not to mention each
others 'boy' or slave. "Lashes" is only open three nights a week, unless
someone  wishes to rent out the facility. Each master, who you shall encounter,
has his  own special niche; and it is within each separate training room, where
each of  them will get to know you  better."

I was able to process Master's words with ease, and I had no doubt that
Master  was honest about every thing that he was saying to me. I'd never really
known  Ryan to lie to me before, and I had no real reason to believe that he was
lying  to me  now.

"My room, will be the last room you shall visit tonight. It is customary that
 the new slave is seen by his Master last. It is much like being a good host
at a  party. No permanent damage will come of you tonight. The main focus of
this  evening is to acquaint you with my friends and to, more importantly,
allow you  ample time in your transformation to see where mild pain can actually
be  transformed mentally into pleasure for your senses. Now then, I've taken up
more  time than I should have for my friend. He's already demonstrated at
Master  Troy's home, his area of expertise; so there's nothing more that I can
tell you  about Mr.  Thomas."

How could I EVER forget the job Mr. Thomas did on my body, not forgetting his
 ability to perform  circumcisions.

Master Ryan remained by my side, holding onto my hand, which was securely
fastened to the table.

>From my other side, Mr. Thomas appeared and set a small steel tray on my
abdomen. "Now 'boy' when I tell you to breathe, I want to you exhale every ounce
of air from your lungs. I know it will be difficult since you are wearing
such a  pretty mouth gag, but after one or two needle sticks, I'm sure you'll get
the  hang of  it."

I could barely see, as Mr. Thomas lifted up my left nipple ring; pulling it
straight up and away from my body. There was a considerable amount of
discomfort, but no real pain, YET.

"Breathe!" Mr. Thomas said, just moments before I felt the first of many
small  needles tear through my nipple. Mr. Thomas was a man of his word, always
telling  me to breathe just before each and every needle lanced it's way through
my  flesh. He used a small spray bottle on my nipple, spraying some sort of
liquid,  and then gingerly wiping away the small droplets of  blood.

"You're doing great", Master Ryan said to me, just after he planted a wet
kiss  on my cheek. "I'm beginning to think that you really do like this. Well,
that  is, if your slave cock is any indication. The damn thing is rock solid
hard."

I didn't know what to think, nor did I know what kind of reply I would have
given; had not my mouth been gagged. I was surprised at Master Ryan for all
the  attention he was bestowing upon me, during this initial part of the
evening. At  least I didn't feel as nervous or scared as I originally was at the
onset.

Master Ryan and Mister Thomas changed sides, after Mr. Thomas laid my large
nipple ring back down onto my chest. During the few seconds that the exchange
took, it seemed to me as I could actually feel my heart beating on the very
tip  of my nipple. It was a feeling which for some reason, I seemed to  like.

Master Ryan lifted my nose ring out of the way, and for a second or two I
thought that they were going to jab some of those needles into my nose. What
really happened was, Master Ryan needed to get the ring out of his way, so that
he could kiss the small piece of exposed flesh between my mouth gag and my
nostrils. Well, it really wasn't as much a kiss, as it was Master Ryan flicking
 his tongue in and out, lapping away the steady formation of  sweat.

"Would the slave like to have his gag removed? Perhaps if the slave was to
promise not to act out, we'd consider allowing the slave to use his mouth for
breathing", Mr. Thomas said with a great deal of certainty, as to what my
response would  be.

I blinked my eyes, in an attempt to acknowledge the statement; and within a
minute, the gag was removed.

In a flash, Master had his tongue probing my mouth, which apparently seemed
to  bring some sort of perverse pleasure to Mr. Thomas' thought process; as I
heard  him ask of Master Ryan, "Do you suppose your slave needs to piss before
I  continue?"

The question, needing a response, caused Master to pull away from my face;
allowing me to see Ryan's youthful 'puppy dog' eyes. They were always something
 that I admired about my brother, knowing that his eyes could melt even the
coldest of  hearts.

"Whether or not 'it' needs to, I'm certain that he'd appreciate your
attentiveness to the situation. Do you have the proper size for the slave dick,  as I
don't believe we've even done one with such a thick ring hanging from the
tip", Master  responded.

"I don't see the need to reduce the size of the 'plumbing' just because it
has a  Prince Albert. I have a new spreader that I got from a doctor friend of
mine,  and I think that it just might make shoving the 30 gage plumbing in
quite nice;  but of course, it will be rather painful stretching the penis muscle
that far.  Don't suppose there is any reason NOT to allow the slave to feel
the added  'discomfort' as I spread out his pink meat  head."

I could barely see Mr. Thomas fumbling around in his cabinet, but I knew that
 whatever it was that they were talking about was something that I wanted to
block from my mind.

As another dose of cold liquid flowed over the tip of my cock, Master Ryan
began, once more to show affection to my  nipples.

"Ready if you are", was all that Mr. Thomas said, before picking up my cock
in  one hand and pushing something cold and hard into my piss slit, right
alongside  my Prince Albert. Instantly I began to feel the muscles and tissue, just
inside  my cock, begin to be pushed aside. The more my piss slit  was pushed
apart,  the greater the amount of pain. Just as I was about to scream out,
Master placed  his open mouth over mine and swallowed any sound that I was
preparing to  utter.

I tried my hardest to forget about the pain in my cock, as Master darted his
tongue back and forth into my mouth; while rivers of tears flowed from my
eyes.  The sensation of something slippery, began to replace the pain in my
penis; as  Mr. Thomas slowly, but surely, began to insert the behemoth catheter.
"You'd  best call one of the boys in, unless you want a floor full of slave
piss",  called out Mr.  Thomas.

Master rose quickly, facing the mirror and seemed to be motioning someone
into  the room. All I could hear was, first the door opening and closing; and
then Mr.  Thomas saying something along the lines of, "kneel and hold this in
your slave  mouth".

Then as if I should have known, Mr. Thomas pushed the catheter past my
bladder  muscle and into my nearly full bladder; allowing my piss to quickly begin
to  fill up the clear tube that went from the catheter to the slave's mouth. It
all  felt weird, yet it felt so good. Laying here, draining my piss and not
having to  worry about making a mistake on the  floor.

I then noticed Mr. Thomas holding an empty syringe as he promptly informed
Master that he'd filled up the balloon with the required 30 cc of sterile
water.  "Guess we could, or should leave it all in, until time to call it a night",
 Master said to Mr. Thomas; who readily  agreed.

With the necessary drain in place, Mr. Thomas set out to quickly lance the
bottom of my shaft with at least eight small gage needles, which were long
enough to allow for an exit on the opposing side. "Good thing I have steady
hands, or else I'd have poked holes in the piss pipe by now", Mr. Thomas said
with a rather humorous tone in his  voice.

The row of needles were in a perfect line, going from just below my cock head
 down to the base of my dick. I didn't really experience anything more than a
 small pin prick, as Mr. Thomas made quick work of lancing my shaft.
Thankful, as  I was, that he always called out the word 'breathe'; I wasn't paying
much  attention, due to the fact that Master Ryan was caressing me and even had
availed himself of my open  armpits.

When I heard Mr. Thomas speaking with Master about, whether or not he should
insert the needle (s) into my balls, I began to finally realize that Mr.
Thomas  was dead serious about such things. Thinking that my balls were about to
be  stabbed, I quickly and with determination, began to think only of my
Master.  Instantly, my mind felt so at ease; and I knew that the once kindred
connection  that I and my brother once had was now starting to come full  circle.

Shocked, that the next pain that shot through my body was coming from my dick
 head; I almost let out a yelp, but the quick action by Master, to cover my
mouth, seemed to overt my vocal response to the pain. Master's hand was slowly
 and methodically rubbing my tummy, while his mouth continued to seal my
lips. My  mind quickly sank into what I could only describe as a 'blissful' state,
failing  to recognize the intense trauma that my own dick was enduring. How
unconcerned I  felt, knowing that so many eyes were focused on Mr. Thomas and
my cock; just  because, maybe, I was learning more about myself this very
moment, than I had  ever given consideration to in the years  past.

Master moved one of his hands up to my head, while the other continued it's
delicate massage on my stomach region. His hand felt as smooth as silk, as I
glided, effortlessly, over my freshly shaved head and face. The only thing
that  broke my concentration was the initial shock of feeling the first needle
enter  my scrotum. At first the pain wasn't as bad as you or I might think; but
the  further Mr. Thomas pushed the needle in, the pain intensified to the
point where  I could do nothing except to actually scream my lungs out into Master
Ryan's  mouth. The more I screamed, the harder Master pressed his mouth
against mine,  accompanied by a more vigorous attempt to use both his hands to
sooth the pain  away. My body was awash with perspiration, as one after the other,
the needles  pierced my bound flesh.

By the time, my training period was over with Mr. Thomas, I could hardly
believe what had just occurred. Not that my body had been reduced to a pin
cushion, but for the fact that my inner feelings, not to mention emotions,
had reached an all time high for my brother. I would never had known that
Ryan had such strong, emotional, feelings towards me. I couldn't help, but
to wonder if all what I'd gone through over the weeks would have needed to
occur; if I'd only come to terms, trying to understand my brother, my
family and least of all myself. Did I appreciate, enjoy, or yearn for just
torturous treatment...NO...  but, it sure has me doing a lot of thinking
and soul searching.

"Before we move it to the next room, perhaps we should let it see itself",
announced Mr. Thomas; always so proud and full of pride in his own  work.

Master stood erect, towering over me like a gentle giant; while Mr. Thomas
released my right hand, so that I might take a hold of the mirror he was
offering  me.

What I saw was enough to nearly turn my stomach, but knowing that perhaps the
 worst was over, seemed to keep my emotions in check. There were four needles
in  each of my nipples, with a tiny trace of dried blood surrounding the
already  ring tits.  The eight needles on the underside of my cock, paled in
comparison to the six needles that had been lanced through the soft issued gland
which ringed my cock. I'd have to say, that perhaps Mr. Thomas felt that the
'crown jewel' of his session were the three needles which were meticulously
spaced out in each of my nuts. Odd, how I never really felt all six of them,
but  perhaps my mind was in another  space.

The once clear tubing which was connecting my catheter to a mouth, was nearly
 full of my piss; yet, because of my prone position I was unable to see who
was  connected at the other  end.

The door swung open and the sound of wheels on the floor, told me that I was
about to be moved to another 'room'. But before I was moved, Mr. Thomas
needed  to remove the needles from my nipples and extract the six from my balls.
Master  had decided to leave those lancing my cock, in place.

I wasn't given any advanced warning, as Mr. Thomas started to remove the
needles  from my balls. It wasn't an easy thing to endure, and I instantly began
yelling  and screaming; much to the delight of everyone, including Master Ryan,
who were  all standing in a circle, around my body. They laughed at me and
applauded every  extraction Mr. Thomas performed; and all I could do was to keep
my eyes focused  on my  Master.

The small gurney was moved into place, while Master held my cock up by the
Prince Albert. All I had to do was to scoot myself over, onto the gurney in
order that my journey into slavery might continue. I was surprised to see the
slave rise from his knees, which sent any and all of my piss, in the tube,
coursing its way back into my bladder. That sure was a weird feeling, as one
would never expect something to go into your body in such a  way.

All I could do was watch, as one of the masters took the tube out of the
slave's  mouth and handed it to Master Ryan. It was a no brainer to know where the
end of  the tube was going to end  up.

With me, recycling my own piss; the gurney made its way out of the room. With
 their backs to either side of the hallway wall, everyone watched me being
wheeled into the second room; but just as I was about to pass thru the doorway,
 one of the mistresses called out to the group, "sure would be great to see
the  slaves pathetic cock ringed from top to bottom, just like 'my' girls
fuckhole."

Without any further encouraging words from the others, the mistress remained
silent; glaring at me with eyes that could have cut me in  two.

A considerable amount of work went in to getting me in and secured to the
sling  apparatus. The door closed behind the last person out of the room, which
left  only Master Ryan and another man who had the look of a Neanderthal.

"To bad we can't have the tube shoved up the slave's ass, but I've got better
 things to do with that gash, he thinks is his rectum. It at least looks like
 you've been exercising his hole. Probably would take a full seven to ten
days  for the damn thing to return to normal, but knowing you as I do, you
probably  won't let that ever happen", the man said with a degree of certainty
attached to  his tone of  voice.

"You're absolutely right, my friend. The 'boys' ass is no longer his and I
for  one enjoy it just the way it is right this minute. We've already had our
initial  'bonding' and I'm sure that there will be many more hours of the same,
in the  days and months ahead", Master replied with his own tone of self
assurance.

"Best get started, cause I know how much time you always need", exclaimed the
 hairy chested man. "For my pleasure, sadly, we'll have to have the piss tube
 removed from the 'boys' cock. I'll just use a plastic clamp so the tiny dick
 won't leak and ruin my  fun."

All I could see was a small blue plastic forceps, but I knew that the man was
 clamping off my catheter. In one constant motion, the clear tubing was
removed  from my catheter, but the other end was left in my mouth. He held up the
tube,  to his highest ability, draining every ounce of piss into my mouth,
before he  let go of the  tube.

I heard the rumble and clanging of metal on metal, as the man quickly rolled
a  cart over next to me, stopping somewhere around my hips.

"I've had a new piece of equipment added to my collection and your 'boy' will
be  the first to try it out. Sort of like being a test pilot, for my latest
invention", the man said, in a more than frightening tone of  voice.

I watched, as he picked something up off of his cart and began explaining it
in  detail to Master Ryan. To me, the unsuspecting new 'boy', it only looked
like a  clear fish bowl; but I was soon to discover that there was a big
difference... unless you wanted to consider me the  'fish'.

"You see these tiny, thin, strips of metal right here on the inside? Well,
when  I have the sphere attached to the pulsator, the strips become energized
and the  electrical current will become free flowing inside of the sphere. Sort
of like  one of those 'lightning shows' we all used to see back in the  80's."

Christ almighty... this man was going to fry my cock and  balls!

Master Ryan remained stoic throughout the explanation. Perhaps he was just as
 intimidated by the contraption as I was.

"The nicest part of it all, is that the 'boy' still has these steel pins in
his  cock. They will most certainly make for a nice display of electrical
discharge.  But before I get this in place, I need to get the 'boys' feet and fuck
chute all  setup to have working in conjunction with the rest of my demonic
madness."

I watched as the man placed what appeared to be 'sticky pads' to the soles of
my  feet and attach a wire to each of them. Then he produced what looked, for
all  intent and purpose, to be a humongous butt plug; but this particular
device  wasn't made of rubber or latex. It was plain to see the two strips of
metal  which had been embedded into  it.

"To bad my cock can't give the pain and pleasure that this fuck'n thing can.
I'd  love to feel my cock shoot electricity up the 'boys' beautifully fluffed
up ass  hole. But, I'll just shove this up his ass and get on with  it."

In one steady motion, the anal invader was pushed all the way in; leaving
only  the oblong base, with its terminal end, remaining outside of my rectal
orifice.

Once again Master Ryan held my hand, as we both watched the man fiddle-faddle
 with the wires and his control device. "Always love it when a 'boys' ass
falls  in love with my machine. Never seen one yet that don't get hard and
finally  shoot a big load of slave cum all over the place", the man said followed by
a  thunderous laugh. "But, you see... if I set my controls just so, the 'boy'
will be  brought to the brink of pleasure and just as soon as the 'boy' thinks
he's going  to dump a load of cock snot; the machine takes away all of his
anticipation and  pleasures."

That said, I watched (as did Master) as the man turned the first of several
knobs on his controller. The first time I'd ever felt electricity, and it had
to  be up my ass. I didn't hurt or anything, but the sense I got from the
initial  experience was one of tingling and tiny pin pricks.

Moments later those same tingling, prickly feelings began to appear on the
bottoms of my feet. I guess that's when the "fun"  started.

The current seemed to crescendo from my feet, down my outstretched, bent
legs;  until it arrived at my ass lips.  After several minutes, it seemed as if I
was being fucked. I knew that it was impossible that the plug was fucking me;
 but the electrical current pulsed back and forth, changing intensity, that
my  anal muscles were contracting and expanding, which made it feel just like a
 fuck.

Why my eyes began to roll around, and why I began to moan with excitement;
I'll  never know, but it really happened. For the moment, this moment... there was
a  heaven on earth. Master not only kept holding my hand but he also began
rubbing  the one leg which was closest to him. Between the electrical fucking,
and  Master's angelic touch, there was nothing left for me to think about. My
cock  was even standing erect, needles, Prince Albert and all. Not even the
needles  seemed to distract from the moment, as I felt my bound balls begin to
churn with  delirious excitement.

I hadn't noticed that the man had placed the bowl over my cock and balls.

The gentle, added pressure, from Master's hand on my hand was the only reason
 that I momentarily brought myself back to reality; noticing the man
attaching  two wires near the base of the fish bowl  device.

The surge of current in my ass seemed to subside briefly, as it became quite
clear, both physically and mentally, that the fish bowl was now energized.
There  was a sudden sharp snap inside the bowl, and I let out a brief by loud
yelping  sound.

The current resumed in my ass, as the current inside the bowl came to have a
life of its own. When one part of me was not getting charged, the other part
was. Back and forth between pleasure and pain, my sexual relief seemed to be
a  distant  desire.

I tried, in vain, to will all the pain into pleasure. It wasn't working. The
pain in my cock and balls seemed to out weigh the gratifying sensations in my
 ass.


"It appears that my invention is working, so far. In a few minutes we should
be  seeing a most gratifying light show. You see how the 'boys' balls are
retracting  up inside his body. That's from either the 'boys' natural defense
mechanism or  else the 'boy' really does need to dump his snot", the man said with
authority.  "Let's just turn off the lights and watch the  show".

Within minutes, there was no longer any sexual desire to have an orgasm. It
was  all about the pain. Slowly, I could begin to see the beginning of what the
man  had spoken of. Small bursts of light began jumping from one metal strip
to  another, each with its own distinctive color.

Several more minutes passed, without any further anal stimulation. The
intensity  of the light show grew at a steady pace, as the current was automatically
 increased. The first current that actually jumped from one side of the fish
bowl  to the other, felt as if it went straight through my dick. I screamed,
but just  as soon as I did, Master had his hand over my mouth; as it began
filling rather  quickly with  saliva.

More current and more torture. Now the little chards of light were making
contact with the needles in my dick. One in particular, seemed to really hurt.

Lightning fast, the blue streak of current hit one of the needles which had
pierced my gland; sending pain down my cock. The next time I saw the blue
streak, it had changed to orange; as it appeared out of the last needle at the
base of my cock, jumping through the bowl to the opposing  side.

I nearly wretched my gut up, but was able to control the need to puke. What
had  been going on for what seemed like hours was unbearable... until I once
again felt  the pulsing in my  ass.

The current kept increasing in my ass, until it seemed to match that of the
electrical charge bouncing around inside the 'fish bowl'. Now, not only was my
 ass feeling like Master was fucking me, but my cock and my balls seemed to
be  reacting in a most favorable way to the electrical stimulation they were
blessed  with.

There were no more sounds of anguish coming from my throat, as Master pulled
his  hand away. I'm sure that there was enough light emitting from the 'fish
bowl',  that Master could see that I was much calmer now and in control of my
own  destiny.

All I could imagine... All that I could think to compare it too... I was getting
 fucked and jacked off all at the same time. There was no more pain... no more
agony...no more yelling or thrashing about in the sling. The blue light had
changed to white, the orange light changed to yellow as I began to realize that
my cock was about to explode in a world class  orgasm.

I began to babble, thinking that I was announcing the impending ejaculatory
experience; as the current kept increasing. My ass was beyond sore, my anal
muscles nearing exhaustion while my cock began to fry... BUT my single note,
solitary toned scream, alerted Master that I was having, through his
graciousness, a mind boggling  experience.

My ravaged cock, shot string after string of sperm into the 'fish bowl'. My
cock  seemed to not want the experience to end. Each time a pearl of sperm flew
out, a  bolt of electricity latched on to it, sending the yellow flame of
passion  spiraling around my Prince Albert  ring.

The last thing I remembered from this room was the kiss from my Master, my
owner, my lover; as I went from the throws of pain, to pleasure, to total
darkness.


To Be  continued....


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