Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2006 08:40:19 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 32

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North Country  Chapter Thirty  Three


I was frozen in place, hearing that dad had arrived. I was now more fearful
than  ever; knowing, first, that dad had always been a strict father and
secondly, I  had no idea how he was going to react when he saw me. Was he going to
lash out  verbally at my present situation or was he going to be understanding
and try and  get things sorted out between all parties concerned? Regardless
of my  expectations, I couldn't move; not even when Master called out a second
time,  his voice seemingly threaded with  anger.

Moments later, my voyage into `humiliation hell' began. Master came back
into  the bedroom and closed the door; just as I started to curl up into a fetal
position, now fearing retribution from both Master and dad. The next thing I
know, Master is sitting on the floor next to me, speaking is soft tones,
trying  to console my fears and  anxiety.

"Listen baby, I'm right here with ya", he started out, "You don't think dad
is  going to be pissed at you just because you are what you are? Dad loves
you just  as much as I do, bro. Now come on and let me help you up, so we can go
spend  time talking with dad. You don't want him sitting out there all alone
do  you?"

Slowly, I pushed myself off of the floor, with Master holding on to one of my
 arms. I couldn't look Master in the face even if I had permission. I was
about  to face one of my biggest challenges.

I honestly tried to move forward, but it was as if my feet were glued to the
floor. I turned my head in Master's direction, hoping that He would
understand  the situation, and he  did.

"I know it's going to be tough to face dad, but if I did it, so can you. Don'
t  forget that you were mom and dad's favorite son and I'm pretty sure that
dad  isn't going to chastise you in any way. I mean, let's face it... if dad
was here  to beat the stuffing out of you, do you think that they would be
planning such  an elaborate bbq next week? So come on now and let's see if we can'
t get you  moving a bit faster. Or would you rather your Master snaps the
front off of  these cute shorts and leads you out by your cock  cage?"

With my head bowed, seeing nothing but the floor below; I began to move
forward  and out of the bedroom. With each step, my heartbeat became more
pronounced. The  closer I got to the living room, the more I began to feel as if I was
being  smothered. The floor below, began to show signs of becoming brighter
and I new  that it was only a few more steps before I would expose the new `me'
to my dad.  With His hand now off of my arm, Master gently raised my head by
placing His  hand under my chin. In a soft, hushed voice Master said, "Now try
to smile, it's  only  dad".

I had a small smile on my face by the time I got to the living room as Master
 had fallen in behind me. I watched, ever so closely, the expressions on dad'
s  face as he stood up and began moving towards  me.

"My god, it's so good to see you. You had us all worried to death. Are you
alright?" Dad said to me in, what seemed to be one continuous sentence; just
before he wrapped his arms around me and nearly squeezed the life out of  me.

My brain was sending me mixed signals. Should I answer? Should I speak as if
I  was a free person? Should I kneel down and assume my proper posture? Was
Master  going to say something to dad on my behalf? Thank goodness that dad
picked up on  my silence and `broke the  ice'.

As dad slowly pushed away from me, leaving his hands on my shoulders, I
watched  as he carefully scanned the body in front of him, from head to toe. "My
goodness, son, you look so much different without that beautiful head of hair
you used to always fuss about so  much."

Moving his left hand up to my right ear, dads gently grasp hold of the
earring  and gave it a gentle tug, saying "I suppose that a lot of other boys like
you,  these earrings are more symbolic than  anything."

With his right hand, he took hold of my nipple ring and began tugging on it,
which instantly caused me to grimace and start to pull away. Dad didn't seem
to  mind that I was uncomfortable with his manipulations of the nipple ring
saying  to me, "and I suppose these two rings are also more of a decoration than
 anything else. I wouldn't know unless you or someone else told me that there
was  a purpose for stretching one's tits to look like a dog's  teat."

I was still in discomfort, from dad holding on to the nipple ring when his
other  hand left my ear and moved to my nose ring. "Now don't tell me, let me
guess  this one, son. You need this ring because you feel the need and desire
to  associate yourself with a farm  animal."

Stunned by what I was hearing, I was about to start answering dad, but Master
 Ryan beat me to  it.

"No dad, you don't totally understand Billy's situation. Somebody like him,
has  the need to have his body ringed in such a manner as to afford whoever is
in  charge of him to use the rings to benefit the situation. You see, if
somebody  wanted, they could attach the earrings to something, and that would keep
Billy's  head from moving around to much. As for the nipple rings, well you
can see how  sensitive they have made Billy's nipples and that is exactly what
they are for.  A person, say, could string up Billy's tits and cause him a
great deal of pain,  if that were something which was called for at the time. You'
ve seen the  photograph of his nipples being stretched already and I can tell
you with a high  degree of certainty that at first the pain was torturous for
Billy, but shortly  after the pain left, Billy got an erection and we both
know how much a man  enjoys his hardon; don't we dad."

I was happy, internally; Master  was explaining this instead of me. However,
I wished that He would have  explained it in a different fashion, whereby dad
wouldn't think this was my  desire. Maybe the rings are my hidden needs and/or
wants, but not my desire,  just yet.

"And as for Billy's nose ring, well, you remember how big  it was before;
but just today I put in a smaller one", Master said with a  cheerful tone in his
voice. "A `boys' nose ring has several functions. One to  signify that he is
more submissive than he is dominant and number two, which is  quite nice, is
that someone can attach a leash or rope to the ring and pull him  around; and
sometimes men will use a nose ring to tie the `boy' up to a wall or
something if he's been a bad little `boy'.

Dad let both of his  hands fall to his side, as he stepped back yet a littler
further. He lifted up  my face, where the two of us were looking squarely
into each others eyes. I  stood there, like a dumb fucking statue, while dad once
again gazed at his  nearly naked son.

"Well, if this is what you want and need Bill,  I'm not going to stand in
your way, nor is your mother. I'm sure that your  brothers will understand once
they've had a chance to talk with you next  weekend."

Once again, the reminder of next weekend, the cookout,  the cookout with
family and friends; at least I'd have almost six full days  before I had to be
confronted by my overly religious brothers and their  families. I wonder if they
are going to be bringing their kids with them. I  could probably handle the
two, or is it three boys, but I sure as hell don't  want to be around my little
niece.

"The food is ready, so what say  we eat", Master said in his cheery voice.

"Great, son, I'm  starved", replied dad.
I watched as they headed towards the table, but was  more in tune with what
Master was saying to dad.

"I want you to  know dad, that Billy is responsible for setting the table. As
you can see, I  didn't even have to tell him how many were sitting at the
table."

"I don't understand Ryan. Kindly explain to me why there  are only two place
settings", dad asked in a tone of voice that truly indicated  that he hadn't
a clue.

I listened to Master explain, and dad seemed  to understand; especially after
Master had made a point to show dad my two bowls  on the floor.

Master had me prepare the food for presentation,  while He and dad sipped on
a glass of some of my finest wines that I'd purchased  some time ago. "Billy,
sure knows his wine, and oh how I love his small  refrigerated wine rack",
Master said, as if trying to inflate my self  worth.

At least the one thing that my brother had retained was all  of the cooking
lessons mom gave to all of her boys. He had really outdone  himself.

After I had served up the meal, I stood in silence in the  kitchen; observing
their actions but more over I was keen on hearing the  exchange of words
between them.

Apparently, Uncle Cal had given  dad a `crash course' in what this lifestyle
was about and had even given him two  books written about the subject. What
really surprised me was the fact that dad  had gone to the many websites that
Uncle Cal had written down for  him.

The two continued to talk well past dessert and coffee, moving  back into the
living room; talking like two lost souls. I began to feel that I  wasn't the `
favorite son' after all. It seemed as if ever since Ryan had `come  out of
the closet' to mom and dad; that he some how had replaced me.   Perhaps it was
just me, and my confused state of mind, that sent my spirits  spiraling
downwards; as I quickly, quietly washed the dishes, just so I wouldn't  be able to
hear anymore conversation.

By the time I was done,  Master called for me to join them in the living
room. As I approached, Master  handed me a DVD and instructed me to promptly
display the images. I knew, that  the disk wasn't your run of the mill DVD. There
weren't any of the normal things  one sees on a disk. It was bare, no words, no
writings on it.

I saw  Master pick up the remote, and just before he pushed the `play'
button; dad  abruptly spoke. "So might I ask then, Ryan, why it is that Billy is
wearing  shorts. When I visited Cal's place, his lover was naked. Not that I
care one way  or the other, nor was I interested in seeing the guy's penis; but I'
m just  curious as to why Billy is wearing those tight shorts."

"Well dad,  Billy is wearing shorts out of respect for you and his undying
love for you as  well. You are most correct about `boys' wearing clothes while
they are inside.  Normally boys are kept naked, not because they are told to
be naked, but because  they want to be naked as it seems to make them feel more
open and responsive to  a man's desires.  When we all get together at Troy's
place, nobody wears a  swimsuit in the pool. It's just one of those things
that seem to separate us  from the rest of the world. We don't have to hide our
bodies from one another  and as for being submissive, like Billy; well... it
just adds to the enjoyment of  all of us that boys like him are not ashamed to
avail their bodies for others  enjoyment and pleasure."

"Billy always did have a nice body, and he  was one to never eat junk food,
so I can see why he would rather be naked  whenever he can", dad responded in
earnest.

"Well, let's start the  flick dad, and if at any point you want to stop, I'
ll just give you the remote  and you can shut it off in a heartbeat", Master
said changing the subject and  sounding as if he couldn't wait to see the screen
come  alive.

Master reached over and turned off the table lamp next to  the sofa, sending
the living room into a shadowy room, much like at a theater. I  had just pass
ed the sofa, on the way back to the kitchen, when dad spoke up.  "Billy, don't
you want to watch this with us. After all, it is about you and  what you've
been doing with yourself over the last month. Come, sit here with  us."

Yet another wave of terror rushed over me. Surely, I couldn't  sit next to
dad and stay put while he apparently was going to watch a movie  showing god
knows what with me being the star `performer'.

Master  seemed to agree with dad, although his voice wasn't filled with any
degree of  excitement. By the time I'd reached the sofa, both men had made room
for me and  I slowly started to sit; but all of a sudden the cock cage came
into play and  began to feel as if it was ripping my nuts off. I quickly
resumed a standing  position only to hear my dad ask, "What was all that about?"

Master  started to answer, but dad in a fatherly way interrupted him by
saying, "All  night long, you've answered your brother's questions, but I think it
is about  time that he speaks for himself. Now tell me Bill why was it that
you stood up  so quickly?"

"Well Sir, you see Sir..." I knew I was fumbling for  words to describe the
situation without wanting to stress dad out to much.  "Sometimes a slave is made
to have to wear what is called a `cock cage', and I  have one on underneath
my clothes. When I started to sit down, the cage began to  pull on my scrotum
and that is what made me stand back up Sir."

"Oh  yes, I remember seeing something along those lines on one of the
websites your  uncle gave me. I guess that means that you can no longer touch your
own penis?",  dad asked in such a way that required me to respond.

"Yes Sir, you  are correct. The only time it comes off is when there is a
need to shave the  stubble away Sir". I sure as heck didn't want him to hear
that it also came off  when Master wanted to abuse my cock.

Master spoke up, during the  brief moment before dad started to speak. "
Billy, why don't you tell dad what  else is behind your shorts?"

Still looking at my father, I quickly  informed dad that I was also pierced
through the head of my penis with a large  ring.

"Well no wonder you are uncomfortable. I suppose that being  caged and
pierced like that is something that you wanted to experience and being  your father;
I guess that I can't ever say that you weren't afraid to follow  your
desires."

I wanted to say something about the "need to  experience" part, but I was
feeling to embarrassed and humiliated already and  didn't want to add fuel to
the fire.

"Well, come on son; try and  sit down the best you can so we can all watch
this together".

"You  know dad", Master started in, "we can unsnap the front of his shorts
and then  his co... penis will have a little more room to move around."

Nothing  was said, as Master and my dad began unsnapping the dozen or so
snaps which kept  my cock and balls hidden from sight.

The second that the flap fell  to the floor, my cock dropped out like a chunk
of steel and my balls were so  prominent that my father sat looking at them
with his mouth wide  open.

"You didn't say anything about Bill's balls Ryan. Christ  sake, that has got
to be the most uncomfortable thing I've ever seen. Why are  they all wrapped
and locked up in steel bands?"

"Dad", Master  began, "keeping his penis like this is the best way for him
to learn sexual  control. He doesn't want to be thinking of sex all the time,
not to mention  masturbating every chance he gets. As for his ball bands, well...
you see dad,  they are placed in the bands to act as sort of a friendly
reminder to him that  even his testicles have a purpose and that purpose is to
display himself in a  proper and respectable manner."

"Turn the light back on! I want to  see this contraption better", dad said
with a thunderous tone; as he pushed  himself up off of the sofa.

I was startled the very second that dad  slipped two fingers in my Prince
Albert and lifted it up, exposing my balls even  more.

"Billy, I don't know where all this is leading, but I guess  you and your
brother know what you are doing. This has got to be the weirdest  thing I've
ever seen. I don't suppose you have anything you want to add to what  Ryan has
just said, do you."

I took a deep breath, and made a  passing glance over to Master; noting the
look on his face, I informed dad that  I had nothing I could add that would
appease his hunger for knowledge.

"I don't feel a bit ashamed that I have this ring in my finger",  dad
commenced. "If this is how you want to keep your penis and testicles then I  won't
argue my point, you're both old enough to make your own decisions in  life."

I watched as dad slowly brought my cock up even higher, and  then he took his
other hand and rubbed it over the smooth, taut, skin of my  balls. I began to
feel the beginnings of an erect and only hoped that dad would  release my
cock and balls from his grasp.

"So if you wanted to,  Ryan, you could actually take this ring and pull it up
lke this and tie the  other end off to say Billy's collar?" dad asked rather
 boldly.

Master didn't say a word, as he, along with myself had been  awe struck by
dad even saying something like that to either one of  us.

"Well let's all sit down and watch what Ryan and his friends  have put
together for this occasion", dad said as he began returning to the  sofa. "I don't
suppose that either of you two are going to want some sort of  sexual relief
during the show, or am I wrong about that  too."

"DAD!" Master blatted out, as dad finally sat on the sofa,  still holding
onto my Prince Albert. "What makes you even think of something  like that?"

"Listen son, I'm no dummy", dad replied, "I saw ample  amounts of sexual
stuff going on when I was down with your uncle. Either he was  always wanting
his boy to perform sex acts for him, or the damn slave boy came  around begging
for intercourse, but he used the `F' word all the  time."

"So you've seen it first hand dad. I don't' suppose you got  up and ran out
of the house did you. Well Uncle Cal was right in requesting his  boy to
pleasure him. It's not often that a man such as Uncle Cal can have the  time to
enjoy his loverboy. You've already seen some photos of Bill engaged in a  number
of sexual situations, and even if I wanted to get some relief, I'm not  sure
that I would do such a thing while you're here."

I was  momentarily feeling as if a huge burden had been lifted off of my
shoulders. I  could only hope that the conversation would turn to something other
than  sex.

"Listen dad", Master said, breaking the short silence; "You  have got to
understand that this is so hard for Billy to have to listen to.  Somebody like
Billy, while he tries hard to learn his role, doesn't need to feel  as if he's
caught in the middle between your feelings and mine. If it was up to  me,
Billy sure as heck wouldn't be sitting on the sofa in the first place. Just  ask
him, I'm sure he'll tell you the truth."

"Billy, I apologize  for my stupidity. I'm only trying to understand you and
your new life, so that I  can better explain it to your mother.  It takes all
kinds to make this  world go around and I'll support whatever it is that
brings you happiness. If  asking all these questions is making you feel
uncomfortable, well then I am  truly sorry. I had no idea just how much you want, need
and desire all of this.  So, I tell ya what. You just do whatever it is that
you are supposed to do and  I'll just watch the video and then we all can talk
after the show. If you don't'  want or if you don't belong on the sofa, then
you feel free to do whatever it is  that makes you more comfortable. I'm sorry
for `assuming' to  much".

The first thing I felt was the relief of dad taking his  fingers out of my
Prince Albert and pick up the remote. Nothing more was said as  Master once
again turned off the light.

I knew that I didn't want  to be sitting next to my dad, while he watched me
being trained and lord knows  what else. I stole a glance at Master, as he too
was settling in to watch the  flick, as the first grains of light started to
appear on the television.  I  knew what I wanted, and I knew what was expected
of me.

Slowly, I  eased off of the sofa; and wedged myself between the coffee table
and Master's  legs. Master spread his legs and I moved up and knelt between
them.

Behind me, I could here the screams and pleadings of a tortured  soul;
knowing full well that it was me.

Before I could even bend  forward to Master's zipper, he had already begun to
pull it down. I glanced over  to dad, who now seemed to be transfixed to the
images on the  screen.

Once Master had extracted his cock, I leaned in and began  to gently massage
the shaft with my lips and tongue.

Master  was at least, for his part, exceptionally quiet; while I worked to
get the  majority of the shaft into my mouth and throat. He even took one of his
hands  and began stroking the nape of my neck; which seemed to make me forget
all about  the person sitting on the other end of the sofa.

It wasn't long  before I tasted a sampling of Master's seed, as his
excitement level increased,  his pre-cum began to arrive in rather large drops.

No matter how  much I tried to block out the video, I could still hear the
yells and screams,  along with the conversations of all the free men. Something
struck me as odd, as  the video continued; not knowing that some of this `new'
 video was from last  night at `Lashes'.

Master hadn't even thrust His hips the entire  time I suckled his cock. One
would assume that he didn't' want to distract dad.  After swallowing Master's
seed, I kept my mouth sealed around his cock, thinking  that he'd probably
want to empty his bladder after such a large amount of semen  had purged itself
from within.

Nothing was happening at the moment,  as the video kept playing and all of a
sudden, I felt another hand on my head.

The television went blank, and then I discovered that the other  hand
belonged to my dad. There was no more sound coming from the set, and the  light was
still off; not to mention I had decided to close my  eyes.

In a soft tone, dad began speaking. "Listen boys, what you  two do is up to
you, and from what I saw at Uncle Cal's and what I've seen here  tonight, I
know that you two are happy together. As a father, I'd rather have  you here
with Billy, than to have him roaming the bars at night looking for men  to have
sex with and more. I can assure you that I won't mention any of this to  your
mother, as I'm not sure at all on how she would react. She's just happy  that
you two boys are living together and helping each other out, so for now  let's
leave it that way,"

Master said nothing, as He eased my mouth  away from his cock. I, on the
other hand was humiliated from just having sucked  Master's cock in front of my
father. However, things weren't going to get any  easier for me.

Master started to push himself off of the sofa, and  I quickly slid away so
as not to obstruct his path. "If you'll excuse me dad,  I've got to use the
bathroom", Master said as he reached over and turned the  table lamp back on.

I saw that my father had a pleasant smile on  his face, as he watched Master
walk towards the bathroom; but just like that,  Master stopped and turned
around and said, "You coming or what?"

I  dropped down and quickly crawled towards Master making up the distance in
no  time. What I didn't know, was that dad had gotten up as well.

In  the bathroom, Master stood facing the door, as I got up on my knees;
knowing  that I'd soon be tasting Master's golden nectar.

I got His zipper  down and his flaccid penis in my mouth just in the nick of
time. Master didn't  even bother to throttle the flow, and He just allowed it
to hit the back of my  mouth full force. I managed to swallow it completely,
without spilling a single  drop.

I was about to tug His zipper up, but He beat me to it.  Master lifted up my
head and as our eyes made contact with one another, I saw  his eyes were full
of love and understanding.

I never noticed the  man standing in the doorway; his pants tented, bulging
with unabashed  excitement, wearing a smile equal to that of my Master, my
brother.

To Be Continued...



North  Country Chapter Thirty  Four



"If you two have no objections, I think I'll be heading home. I'm sure your
mother is probably wondering where in the world I am", dad said; startling me
to  no end.

I  had no idea that he was behind me, and worst of all; watching me swallow
Master's piss. But I knew that Master was aware of dad's presence, which
oddly  enough didn't seem to upset me at  all.

Master  shook off the last one or two drops of urine onto my face, as he
roughly tucked  his cock back behind the zipper. "Hang on dad, I'll walk you out"
, Master Ryan  said with a gleam in his  eyes.

"I  don't suppose you could make me a copy of the DVD. I'd like to send it
down to  your Uncle Cal, so he can see it before next Saturday," dad asked of
Master.

"Geez, dad; haven't you heard of downloading and uploading. I can wrap it
and  send it to Uncle Cal. I do have his email address, ya know", responded
Master.

"Well Ryan, you don't have so sound so uppity about it. You know that I'm
not  computer savvy like you are. I'll call him now and tell him to look for it
soon  on his computer. You know, that he'll enjoy seeing you and how well you'
ve  accepted your own life. And, I'm sure that he'll get a cheap thrill from
seeing  his other nephew as well", dad responded  abruptly.

Moving to stand directly behind me, dad said; "Bill, you know I don't
approve of  this sort of lifestyle, but as my son I understand. I'm so glad that
Ryan is  with you during this `trying' time and at least he'll keep you safe and
out of  harms way. You know how to reach me, day or night, if you want to
talk to me; so  I'll just leave it at that and just remember that both your
parents love you now  and forever." That said dad flipped open his cellphone and
called Uncle Cal.

I hadn't  seen my uncle in years, perhaps since I was sixteen, but regardless
of that  fact; I was surprised that dad would have even thought about sending
him a video  of me.

Master walked dad to the door, and all I could hear were muffled words;
knowing  that perhaps dad was leaving Master with a dose of parental  advice.

Coming back into the bathroom, Master spoke in His authoritive voice,
commanding  that I wash the few remaining things and get ready for  bed.

I was  not only tired, but a bit hungry; as neither dad nor Master had
remembered to  feed me, but I made quick work of putting away the few glasses and
tidying up  the living room before making my way back to  Master.

"Go  wash your face and brush your teeth before coming to bed", Master Ryan
said in a  caring way; as he tapped his hand on the top of the bed next to
him.

I was  rather happy that Master was allowing me the privilege of sleeping in
His bed  again. I quickly shucked my shorts, as my cock cage began to alert me
that my  penis was beginning to harden.  I made quick work of my bathroom
obligations before going to Master's  bed.

Master  quickly turned off the light, sending the room into darkness; all but
for the  small night light by the bedroom  door.

"Well,  let's have our first free time talk, shall we", Master said as if he
knew I had  much to ask. "But first, don't forget to chain your  ankle".

After obeying Master I again lay flat, looking up into the dark  room.

"Sir,  if I may be the first to mention something", I started out; not
knowing if I was  to take the lead in these `conversations. "I really need to know
just how I  ended up here with you. There has got to be more to all of this
than meets the  eye."

Master  jumped right on my first question. "Had it not been for your
cellphone, and the  short conversations I had with that man, well you'd be long gone.
Those kind of  transients don't give a fuck about human life... just money and
lots of it. Hell,  I had to drive out to Master Troy's right after the first
time that dude called  me. If it wasn't for Master Troy, Jeb and even Henry...
your sorry butt would not  be here right now. They told me how to handle these
things and I sure as fuck  couldn't call the local cops up there either. You
just can't trust cops in small  towns, and if we called the FBI, the local cops
would have lied their way out of  everything, probably just to protect
themselves and their precious little  town."

`But  Sir, if they are as bad as you say, why did the guy show up here with
his own  son?", I asked, trying to keep the conversation alive, and from the
beginning.

"Do you remember, how he was with you, and do you remember how protective he
was  of his son? The man even lied to his own son. Hell, right now the kid is
in your  old cell, the man has long gone and not that you really need to know,
but your  car is right back in its parking space down in the garage. Let's
just say that  Master Troy and Master Jeb can be very persuasive when it comes
to the more  delicate matters. There are some things that you need to know,
such as the kid's  father was running from the law, and the kid was also a
runaway. The kid's  mother had legal custody of the boy, but the father kidnapped
him years ago. The  father was and is nothing more or nothing less than a child
molester. The old  man, turned his boy into something short of a fucking
animal and if he ever got  caught, he'd go to prison and never see the  sunrise."

"Okay Sir, but what about me? I'm thankful that you and the other masters
got me  out of that place, but why is it that everyone has treated me like this?"
, I  asked with a great deal of  anticipation.

"Now that you've asked, I'm going to tell you", Master replied. "But first,
we  need to travel back in time. To a time when we were both little snot
nosed  teenagers."

I knew from listening to Master that he was getting set to really get into
something; something that perhaps I didn't `want' to hear, to  know.
"I may not be as  smart as you are when it comes to math and science and
crap, but I'm no dummy  when it comes to everything  else."

"But  Sir, I never said you were not smart, but if in fact I did, please, oh
please,  accept my humble apology", I said to Master as a thunderstorm of
mixed emotions  and thoughts raced through my  head.

I felt  the mattress move, way before I saw Master move. Master quickly rose
up and  straddled my prone body; his butt resting right over my cinch ring and
cock  cage, placing an enormous amount of pressure on my gut. For a brief
moment in  time, I thought that Master was upset with my remark. I began to feel
Master's  body heat as it radiated down his `coin slot' onto my pelvic
region.

"The  one thing you must learn, is that when someone is sitting on you this
way; you  are required to bend and widen your legs, so that your slave hole is
accessible  to all", Master said in a rather polite, quite  voice.

"Now  then, remember all of those times in our bedroom or in our bathroom? I'
m sure  you don't. I think you have what they call `selective memory'. What
other two  brothers, that you know, always hugged each other and kissed each
other, every  time one of them went back to college after a holiday break?
Which of those  brothers, always managed to get the other one alone in the shower
and get his  body scrubbed or his piss swallowed, or the occasional blow job?
Which of those  brothers occasionally just felt the need to hug the other one
and while hugging,  rubbed up against the other one's crotch? What brother,
that you know, always  made a point of talking to his other brother; each and
every time he called home  from college, not to forget, him mentioning those
ever famous three words, "I  love you".?

I was astonished at how much my actions and attitudes toward Ryan had been
embedded in his mind, not to mention his heart and soul. My brain was reeling
from His words. I couldn't, even if I had too, come up with a ready response.
I  recalled, now, almost every occasion which Master was referring to, and it
didn't set well with me at this point in  time.

Master  leaned forward, His mouth close to my lips and said in a quiet tone,
yet one  with a trace of domineering, "You knew then and you knew it all
along, didn't  you, `baby'?

I had to think for a moment what Master was referring to, but then I knew
exactly what it was. "Yes Master, your `boy' knew for a long time  Master."

"So  tell me then, here and now, what it is that you knew  `baby'."

"Master, Sir, oh please Master does your `boy' have to say it out loud
Master".

"Yes, tell your master now, `baby', so that we can get all of this out in
the  open once and for  all."

Nearly  in tears, I blurted it out; "Master, Your boy knew ever since Master
was about  twelve years old, that Master liked being with other boys and men,
Master."

Still, in a quiet sort of way Master responded to my reply. "That's right `
baby'  and do you know what else your master knew, even way back  then?"

I was  more nervous now, than I'd been in years, lots of years; "Yes Master,
Your  `baby' knows  Master."

"Well then `baby' don't keep your master waiting for the  answer."

"Yes, Master, Your `baby' also knew that he, too, liked not only girls but
boys  also,  Master."

"And that's why you had me perform all of those acts for you, on you and
with  you?" Master asked in an even softer tone of voice. "That's why you had me
work  for you like your slave, oh so many years  ago?"

"Master, yes, Master", was about all I could manage to get out, before
something  came over me like a sheet of comfort and  resign.
"Nice of  `baby' to say those things, now perhaps, we can have a much better
time when it  comes to your training. You're not even half way there, but I
think you would  agree that there are some things, that over the past couple of
weeks, at least,  that you rather enjoyed, did you  not?"

Without thinking, without even a clue as to why, my right hand slowly rose
from  the bed and encompassed Master's limp penis.

Master  moved one of his hands behind, to begin manipulating my butt plug. He
not only  turned it in circles, but he also started to `pry' it around
inside of me. I  knew that it was hitting my prostate gland, just by the way my
body, and my cock  were  responding.

The feeling inside of me, warmed me from head to toe. Not only was I becoming
 sexual aroused... BUT it was being accomplished by my  Master.

My  brain continued, at high speed, to replay a good majority of those `
innocent'  encounters that I'd had with Ryan. I couldn't help but to feel weird,
when I saw  (in my mind) the two of us in the bedroom, getting ready for bed;
when I took  Ryan's little dick into my mouth. It was the first time that I'd
ever done  something like that. I can still feel and see his cute little boy
prick, all  hairless; and his tiny scrotum all exposed without the first strand
of hair.

Now, I can  even hear the word `baby' being used. I used to always use that
word when I  talked to Ryan, before he started sprouting his pubic  hair.

My  cock began to hurt, against the confines of the cock cage; while Master's
cock  was now rock solid. My thumb gently passed over the tip of Master's
cock and it  was covered in pre-ejaculatory  fluids.

"So  `baby' now that we've gotten that part out of the way, tomorrow night
we can  talk about why I have you the way you are today. Of course we could
stay up and  talk all night, but I have to be back at work in the morning and I
don't want to  be late."

"Yes Master, thank you Master", was about all I could get to come out of my
mouth before Master lifted himself up and placed his cock against my  lips.

I  sucked Master to another climax, taking longer this time; but well worth
it from  Master's point of view; after which, Master and I engaged in one our
longest  kisses yet.

It had hardly seemed like I'd fallen asleep; before I felt the bed move.
Master  was scurrying across the room talking to himself. The two of us had
overslept.  "No time for you to bath me this morning, slave", Master said in what
sounded  like a humorous tone. "Unchain yourself and get breakfast started, but
get me a  cup of coffee right  away."

Over  a hurried but filling breakfast, Master reminded me that I'd be chained
up  during the day to one of the eyebolts he'd installed. "I have to allow
the door  to remain with only one lock today and tomorrow. I'm expecting
packages today  and tomorrow so you will have to answer the door and sign for them.
The chain is  long enough for you to move about the house without much
problem; so just make  sure that you keep on cleaning, so that we can have more time
tonight for a few  more of your lessons. OH, I almost forgot... I met some of
your nice neighbors and  they mentioned that they might be stopping by soon, to
welcome you home. Just  remember to be nice to everyone who comes knocking and
don't forget that you are  the slave and they are the free  persons."

Master made a quick trip to `my room' and returned with the length of chain.
He  locked it to the bolt nearest the hallway, before he snapped the lock
shut  around my ankle  iron.

"The  only thing that I forgot... don't forget to eat something for breakfast
and  lunch", Master quietly said to me, as he gave me a big hug and kiss
before  exiting the  house.

It  felt weird, strange, and odd; being home alone. It was my place, but now
it  seemed all too different. I walked over to the kitchen window, looked down
and  saw Master driving off to work. I had at least nine hours to myself and
I should  have been feeling elated, but that wasn't the  case.
I made myself  breakfast, from the remaining foods I'd prepared for Master.
After putting the  plate of food on the table, and finding myself about to sit
down on a chair; I  rose up and quickly admonished myself for such an
infraction.

I looked around the kitchen and the living room; thinking that Master had
installed cameras to keep track of my activities, but I saw none. I wondered why
 on earth I'd even thought that sitting on a chair was improper but strangely
 enough, I found myself scrapping the food into my bowl and eating from it,
in  the proper  fashion.

After eating I cleaned my dog dish and refilled my water bowl. I took enough
time to scout out my condo, for the first time since I'd been back home. The
door to `my room' was locked, so that put a damper on things for a moment.

Looking in  my closet, or my `former' closet; I noticed that a lot of my
things were gone,  including all of my shoes. The only thing in the closet that
was mine, were two  pair of shorts, my jockstrap and two tank  tops.

There  was nothing of mine in either of the two dressers. They were
completely filled  with Master's clothing; until I noticed some of my boxer briefs
tucked  underneath some of Master's things. I felt depressed, not seeing my
things, but  I was sure that Master had not simply tossed them in the dumpster.
Perhaps they  were now in the small closet in `my  room'.

I  made the morning pass rather quickly, by cleaning up Master's bathroom and
his  bedroom. I made sure that there wasn't one speck of dust anywhere to be
found;  not even under the bed. Master's toilet was so clean you could eat off
the  rim.

I  decided that the day might go better, if I listened to music. It was good
to  hear some of my favorite cd's playing. Master hadn't said that I couldn't
listen  to music, so I didn't feel as if I was doing something in  error.

Lunchtime rolled around and all I wanted, really, was a nice healthy
sandwich. I  opened up the refrigerator, and was surprised to see that Master had it
fairly  well stocked with a lot of good things to eat, tucked away in one of
the bins on  the bottom.

Once again, I found myself, thinking as a `free person'. Now I had to take
the  sandwich and tear it into little bite sized pieces so that I could proper
consume them from my dog dish.

After  lunch, I began to feel... well... different. I somehow began to feel at
ease with my  situation and hoped that we could talk some more tonight. I
wanted and needed to  know, if I was going to be subjected to anymore public
displays at the club. I  needed to know more about Master's Troy and Jeb and exactly
what role Henry  played in their lives. The questions kept on coming, one
after the other and  before long they all seemed to become a mass of jumbled up
stew. I had to try  and forget my questions, for now; and needed to divert my
mind to more important  things.

Thinking that the house was properly cleaned, I decided to sit down and watch
 one of the many videos I had amassed over the years. I picked one out and
went  to put it into the machine and discovered that the other disk was still in
it. I  went to eject it, but for some strange reason my finger didn't even
come close  to the  button.

I  turned on the television set, and powered up the DVD player. I then
proceeded to  sit on the floor, between the sofa and the coffee table; stretching my
legs out  under the coffee table and leaned back against the sofa.

Before I  knew it, I had the DVD playing. What is it about watching one's
self on a  television screen that grabs you by the nuts and won't let go.
Why, or to be  more precise... HOW on earth could I even think of watching
myself being  transformed into a slave? My poor cock began to rise to the
occasion, and the  pain from being confined was almost  unbearable.

I got to the part where Master and I `bonded' for the very first time. I was
 amazed at my facial expressions and the moans and groans of seemingly
endless  gratification I was experiencing from being  fisted.

Like  a shock wave from an earthquake, I was jolted from my self- induced
trance; by a  loud knock at the front door. I couldn't think straight nor could I
even fuck'n  move. The knock came again and  again.

I  quickly pushed the stop button on the remote and scampered like a squirrel
to  the door. Looking thru the peep hole, I discovered the hunk dressed in
his brown  uniform.

Unlocking the door, and only opening it an inch or two; I peered around from
behind the door and saw that he had his two wheel hand cart laden down with
packages.

"I  can either leave them out here in the hallway, or I can bring them inside
for  you", the man (stud) said to me with a smile a mile wide.

I almost  started to stutter, but then I remembered Master's words to me. "
Be nice to any  one that comes  calling."

"Oh no, that won't be necessary. You can bring them right in", I said with
some  reservation to my  voice.

"Looks like somebody has got some more stuff from San Francisco. I'd say
that by  the weight of these boxes it must be something big and useful", the man
said as  I stepped further behind the door, and opened it up for him to gain
access to  the front  room.

I  didn't even have to tell him where to set the boxes down as he'd
remembered from  last Friday or whenever it was he was  here.

"Well  thanks for bringing them all the way up the elevator for Mast... I mean
us."

"Look, boy,  you don't have to play coy with me. I've already seen you naked
once before and  I've already told the other fella that I wouldn't mind
having a crack at you. I  don't care what you two guys are up to, but since this
is my last stop for the  day, how about a nice wet and juicy  blowjob."

I  froze. I hadn't expected a total stranger to be so forward. Had he known
Master  from someplace else? Perhaps it was from last week, that he figured out
our  situation  here.

"Well,  aren't I, or not, going to benefit from bringing these boxes all the
way up  here?", he asked in a tone that sounded like he was himself a rather
domineering  person.

I  slowly closed the door, exposing myself to him and that's when he noticed
the  chain on my ankle. I watched as he followed it back to the eyebolt on the
far  side of the room; and then without as much as a word, I dropped to my
hands and  knees and crawled over to  him.

I  didn't even have to unzip his brown shorts. He had made quick work of
pulling  his penis out for me to service.

It took him  less than a minute, and he was face fucking me; instead of me
giving him a  blowjob. It hurt like hell, but I had to obey my Master and make
sure that  anyone who stopped by was treated  politely.

He  found more delight in holding my head in place by my earrings; and now
that he'd  begun twisting them, I could see why Master likes a slave with
earrings. It hurt  like hell but what could I do?

After only  three or four more minutes, the man dumped a sizable amount of
his seed into my  mouth; and maintaining his grip on my right earring, he saw
fit to slap my face  with his other hand, saying to me; "God damn queer boy. I
don't like queers  much, but at least they're good for one or two things a
real man  needs."

He  shoved me to the floor, with the sole of his big boot and left me laying
there  like a rag doll, crying; all alone with no one to help me figure this
all  out.

I was  still on the floor by the time Master came home. He was furious, at
first, with  me for leaving the front door unlocked. He was even more upset when
he  discovered that I'd had the television on; and apparently I had only hit
the  pause button and not the stop button. On the screen was a still image of
me  licking the grease and ass slime from my Master's hand and forearm. No
wonder  the delivery guy was so horned up.  Straight?

Master began to berate me for being on the floor, UNTIL... I got up and he saw
my  face. Apparently, the slap had left a welt on my cheek and a slight
bruising  under my eye. As if that wasn't bad enough, I had to explain myself to
Master.  He wanted to have an accounting of the whole event leading up to the man
 striking out at me like a rabid  animal.

I  was consoled and comforted, briefly, by Master as he sat on the floor;
wrapping  his big and beautiful arms around my  chest.

I  could feel Master's heart beating against my bare skin, as he began to
rock me  back and forth; attempting to shelter me from the pain. His warm lips
kissed my  ear, his soft voice soothing away the pain every  second.

Had  Master known what had happened, he probably wouldn't have been so polite
to the  man dressed in brown as one exited the elevator and the other stepped
into  it.

I had  much, so much to be thankful for....

To Be  Continued...

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