Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2006 18:56:40 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 33

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North Country  Chapter Thirty  Five


No sooner had Master withdrawn His arms from around me, I could see the
expression on his face change from consoling to one of sheer  determination.

"I'll handle the delivery man at a time that is convenient. But for right
now, I  feel that you and I both know that you need to be disciplined for your
transgressions", all said with a sense of sincere care and  understanding.

"Master, yes Master. Your slave is sorry for being disrespectful,  Master."

"Stay right there until I come for you!" Master said with a degree of
authority.

Master walked down the hall and unlocked `the room'. I could hear nothing
but  noise coming from the room; and about an hour later Master  re-appeared.

"I wasn't planning, nor was I expecting to use your `room' tonight; but you'
ve  left me no choice in the matter", still said with a firm tone to his
voice, yet  with a twinge of  sadness.

"You were not given permission to use the television, nor to utilize the DVD
player; so consequently, you shall spend an hour in the chair", Master said,
still keeping his tone of authority. Master removed the chain from my ankle,
leaving the other end attached to the  eyebolt.

Master simply turned and proceeded back to my `room', and I obediently
followed  in proper  form.

There were still the two boxes from today's delivery and two or three others
that hadn't been opened yet; but those that had, had been emptied and their
contents  assembled.

I already knew of the leather sling in the corner, but to see a nearly
identical  chair in the center of the room sent shivers down my spine. One thing
that I  wasn't to sure of was what appeared to be a leather net of some sort.

It was hanging from the ceiling, via a rather substantial looking pulley
system.  And, yet to be fully assembled, was the makings of a padded `fuck  bench'
.

"I see by the expression on your face, that you approve of your new room",
Master said with a  smile.

I remained silent, as it wasn't put to me in the form of a question. "Okay
then,  you should know the routine by now `baby', " Master said in his own
whimsical  way.

I crawled over to the `chair' and took the proper position, as Master
buckled my  legs and cuffs to the legs of the `chair'. After completing the task of
binding  my arms and chest to the chair, Master politely said, "I've
selected a dildo  that should keep you entertained while I prepare  supper."

Pulling the largest fake cock, I'd ever seen, from one of the boxes, I nearly
 fainted. Master went behind and beneath the `chair' and I knew that there
was no  sense in  protesting.

As soon as Master came back around to my front, holding the controller, I
knew  that He meant business.  "Now, the only question remaining is ... does `baby'
  need a mouth gag, or is he going to behave and not disturb me whilst I
cook."

Casting my eyes towards the floor, I answered Him honestly. "Master, Your `
baby'  will be on its best behavior  Master."

I heard the metallic click of the toggle switch and knew that I was about to
be  ravaged by my new `chair'.

More astonishing was the fact that Master lifted up my right hand and placed
the  controller beneath the palm. "If for any reason, `baby' feels it has
reached its  limit, then it has my permission to turn off the machine. HOWEVER,
should it  turn the machine off, there will be consequences for its actions.
Such  consequences, your master will not discuss with  it."

I hadn't even detected that the dildo was already probing the gapping
entrance  at my ass.  Hell, I didn't even remember when Master had removed my butt
plug; but it must have been while we were in the living room. I found it
strange  that I could listen so intensely, that I was oblivious to what was going on
 around me. I wondered... did Master have such an influence over me, or was it
just  me... allowing myself to submit to the love and understanding of my
Master.

Master hadn't been gone for five minutes and my sphincter muscles were
pulsating  and in pain. I was sure that the dildo hadn't gone that far into me, but
why was  my ass hurting so much. I tried to block the pain, thinking about
anything and  everything that brought me pleasure, instead of the pain. My ass
began to burn  from the stretching and the constant rotation of the dildo.

I actually started to convulse, spasm if you wish, and the one time that my
head  was turned to the side; my eyes caught sight of something which put fear
into my  soul.

Now, did not Master show me the dildo he was going to teach me with? If so,
then  why was it laying off to the side, on the floor? Apparently, I must have
been  mistaken, as the dildo working into my body seemed to begin to actually
heat up.  The heat sensation had to be in my mind, not in the dildo.

The dildo continued to heat up, as it pumped back and forth into and out of
my  ass. My asshole was now opened up way more than ever before.  My mind was
so consumed with my feelings and emotions that I had actually blocked out the
sound of the hum and whir of the motor beneath the  seat.

Sweat was simply pouring off of my body, like a swollen river. My cock, on
the  other hand, was reacting on its own volition.  The flesh of my dick was
pressed right up against the steel rings of its cock cage and the head of my
dick was straining to push thru the steel guard ring at the tip of the cage.

My cock was actually pumping itself up and down; to the rhythm of the anal
fucking I was enduring. My breathing became labored, as my cock became more
intone with the pain the cage was inflicting upon it. My Prince Albert was
bouncing so much that the hole on the underside of my cock, seemed to be pulling
away from  it.

There was a glistening of my pre-ejaculate fluid just beginning to flow down
the  top side of the Prince Albert. I knew that my own orgasm wasn't too far
behind.

I tried to will my cum to stay in my nuts, to no avail. I knew from
experience  that the machine wasn't going to shut down, just because I dumped my  seed.

My chest pounding against the leather restraints, my one hand now a tight
fist  and my eyes were closed; as I clenched my teeth, in an effort to avoid
making to  much of a ruckus.

I couldn't even buck my torso, as the strongest and longest orgasm of my
life,  erupted before my very self. There was so much built up pressure that I
thought  the inside of my penis was going to explode, as string after string of
my semen  flew across the  room.
I  nearly shut the machine off, as the dildo pounded further and further up
my ass;  but I knew that I should be able to handle more of Master's
discipline.

I hadn't realized that this `chair' wasn't exactly like Master Troy's  `
chair'.  I suppose the biggest difference was that now the dildo seemed to  have
increased its speed, as it mercilessly plunged into my ass, spinning in
circles and flexing as it went in and out, back and  forth.

At the moment, all I could think about was the control box under my hand. I
looked down at my hand, spreading my fingers ever so carefully and I noticed
that there was some sort of number displayed in red  lights.

The illuminated number was six (6), and all I could imagine at that precise
moment was the number ten(10), as I began to feel the dildo in my gut, so far
up  that it seemed to be poking me, right beneath my belly  button.

Moments later, Master came in and removed the controller from beneath my
hand.  "Well, it looks like you didn't make it as far as I'd hoped you would
have."

Not only was I puzzled by His words, I was dumbfounded as  well.

"The whole idea", Master said in such a tone of voice that distracted my
feelings away from the pounding up my ass, "A good `boy' would wait until the
machine showed number ten, BEFORE the `boy' unleashed his slave seed. We'll
just  have to work a lot harder from now  on."

I knew Master was serious about his proclamation. But, right at that precise
moment, I was responding to yet another wave of enormous eroticism that I didn
't  respond to his  comment.

"Looks like `baby' wants to stay on the chair for awhile longer, yes?",
asked  Master  Ryan.

"No Master, thank You Master", I replied as my Prince Albert continued to
bounce  up and down; demonstrating to Master its own will and  desires.

Master turned the machine off, and began to remove all of my bindings. He
left  the dildo up inside of me for the last thing to be  removed.

"Now `baby' you need to clean up the mess you made on the floor", Master
said  with a comical tone of voice.

"Yes Master, sorry Master", came my  reply.

I eased myself off of the chair, and in doing so, I felt the dildo slide out
of  my rectum.  I made a quick glance back to see what Master had pushed up my
 ass, and was astonished by its sheer length and girth.

"After `baby' cleans up the floor, he'll have to clean up his buddy here",
Master said pointing to the slime covered  dildo.

"Master, yes Master", I replied, once  again.

"It is always best to clean everything up before we start a new training
session, don't you think so  `baby'?"

"Master, yes  Master".

I licked my way down the entire floor, finding not only strings of sperm but
small dollops as well; before crawling back to the chair. Once again, I found
 myself not repulsed by having to lick the slime from the latex dildo, but
rather; I envisioned the dildo, as to be my Master's cock. I labored and
lavished over the entire exposed length of the dildo before Master was satisfied
with the fruits of my  labor.

"You see, `baby', the mess that was on the dildo. That tells me one thing,
and  I'm not pleased. The one rule you broke... a `boy' always has a clean hole
for its  master. Do you think your hole is clean enough for your master's
cock?"

I seemed to stumble for words, until I realized the correct answer was  `no'.

"I guess `baby' will be due for another discipline session later tonight
since  its hole wasn't properly prepared before its master came home; but for now
let's  go  eat."

What I really wanted to do was to get to the bathroom and wipe my ass and
wash  the dried sperm off of my Prince Albert; but Master's word always takes
precedence of His `baby's'   wants.

By the time we'd gotten into the kitchen area, the scent of well prepared
food  filled my nostrils. I simply knelt by where I knew my bowls would be placed
and  awaited my  meal.

I watched, as Master passed in front of me, with his plate of food and
beverage.  I knelt there and watched him ingest his food with the fervor of a Greek
god.

Master got up from His table and placed the dirty dishes in the sink. I
continued watching, expecting Him to present the same food to me in my slave
bowl. As Master picked up my bowl, I began to salivate with  anticipation.

I was aghast at my dinner. "A good `boy' always eats everything its master
allows it to consume", Master said in a rather brotherly fashion. I turned
around and bent down, over my meal; but couldn't bring myself to  eat.

"Yes, Master,... but", I began to say but quickly halted another syllable from
 escaping passed my  lips.

"Now you know you like veggies, and you can see that I've given you plenty
of  them.  The meat in your dog dish is something your mother always tried to
get you to eat, but you never did... until  now."

I instantly knew what the mystery meat was...  SPAM...

The meat was all mashed together with the vegetables making it look more like
 canned dog food more than anything else. Slowly, very slowly, I lowered my
head  into my dog dish, quickly sampling the food. I knew that any hesitation
on my  part would more than likely infuriate Master, so I struggled to get the
first  few chomps of food down my  gullet.

Master was kind enough to at least speak with me, while I ate. He talked
mostly  about his work day and not much about anything else; so I'm assuming he
sort of  wants me to understand his life, outside of the  house.

Oddly enough, Master finally made his way to the floor, stroking my head and
back as I ate. It felt nice; in fact it felt wonderful to have him paying me
so  much attention in my moment of need.  I think he knew that I was having
trouble coping with my meal, and his only intentions were to help me get
through  it.

Soon enough, I could feel Master moving around to place himself in front of
my  kneeling body. What happened next should not have surprised me in the
least, but  for a moment or two, it  did.

I guess, by estimation, I had about three of four more mouthfuls to consume;
and  it was then that I saw the head of Master's cock, as if it was glaring
into my  dish. The sudden release of Master's piss, into my bowl, flooding the
remains of  my evening meal, made for an interesting few seconds. Flecks of
food began to  float in Master's golden nectar. The sweet, yet acrid, aroma of
Master's urine  filtered up my  nose.

"That should help `baby' get the rest of his dinner eaten", Master said;
still  maintaining a tone of voice that for all reasons, sounded `brotherly' to
 me.

Master retreated to one of the chairs surrounding the table and simply sat
there  until my dog dish was empty. Master gave His quiet praise and commended
me on  how well I took to my first, of many, such feedings. I was then busy
washing the  dishes and cleaning up the kitchen, while Master continued sitting
there in  silence. I couldn't help but wonder what Master was thinking at the
time. All I  knew was that with each passing minute, I was becoming more and
more in tune  with Master's wants, His desires and His  needs.

Master even watched, as I hosed out my guts and showered. Before leaving the
bathroom, Master made sure that there was a stick of grease up my hole and
that  my butt plug was in  place.

Unceremoniously, Master led the way back to the `room' and I soon found
myself  sprawled over the `fuck bench', bound with more leather and rope than I
care to  mention.

"My `baby' now understands about cleanliness and how it affects its master'
s  moods. So I don't want to prolong this discipline any longer than I've
already  have", Master said almost as if he was  disappointed.

My head was held firm with a wide strip of leather, but I could see that
Master  was in the closet; and then, too, I could see what looked like the
dangling ends  of what I'd consider a ferocious  whip.

"This may not be pleasant for you `baby' , but I can assure you that once you
've  tasted such discipline; that you'll never again desire to bring shame
upon  yourself for not pleasing your master"; again with a sullen tone in His
voice.

Master brought the strands of the whip, up and over my face; allowing me to
smell the newness of the leather and to get a sense of the power that the whip
 had. Then He laid the whip down on my back, and just that small act on my
Master's part, seemed to bring a small amount of mental tranquility to my life.
 The softness of the leather, against the bare skin; the coolness of the
leather  against the warmth of Master's slave told me that Master knew exactly...
the  how's, the when's and the what's of His desire to bring love back into
His life.  Is it possible that what Master said before was really true? Are my
feelings so  repressed that it takes all of this, and more, to allow them to
surface. I  wasn't sure of anything at the moment, except that I knew Master was
not going  to let harm come to me; in a manner which He himself didn't
approve  of.

"Now, I could give you a gag for your mouth, but I think, or is that, I feel;
 that `baby' needs more experience with massaging a cock with its throat
muscles", Master continued in the same tone of  voice.

"I'm going to get this dildo all the way down `babys' throat before we
start the  discipline session. The sooner you learn to massage a real man's cock,
the  sooner you will become a `boy' with less and less pain and  discomfort."

Master held before my eyes, a dildo that almost looked real... not just in
color  but in size... HIS  size.

I opened my mouth, and closed my eyes. I knew about controlling my breathing,
 but this time I imagined that it was Master's own cock working its way into
my  throat. I wanted, and desired to please Master this  night.

It took several additional minutes and countless tries, but I finally managed
to  get the entire shaft of the dildo behind my lips. Master was even kind
enough to  take some duct tape and wrap it around my mouth and head so that I
couldn't  accidentally repel the  dildo.

The room was as quiet as a church for about a minute, and then I heard soft,
relaxing music coming from the speakers in the living room. I could even
detect  Master's footsteps coming back down the hallway, which; I'm told is a
good thing  to  learn.

Master had just stepped back into the room, when His cellphone sounded. I
know  it is impolite to eavesdrop; but in this case, in this situation, there wasn
't  much I could  do.

"Hey"
"No...  everything is going  great"
"Well I was just about to administer a level one disciplinary  treatment."
"No... he can't go anywhere at the moment, if ya know what I  mean."
"Oh  great... I'm glad Henry was able to email it to  you."
"I  suppose you've already watched  it?"
"No,  heck no; dad seemed cool with the whole thing, but a little  timid."
"Yeah, I know. Hey listen... I'm not saying anything to him about it. That's
up to  you."
"No  I haven't told him about you yet, but I suppose that I should, before
Saturday."
"They said they'd take him back on Wednesday, so if you want him, I guess
you  could pick him up, after the cookout. I'm sure that he'll be kept caged
while  everyone is at mom and dads. Jeb wouldn't take him there anyway... at
least not in  his current  condition."
"I suppose you're going to introduce him to your stud  horse?"
"Fuck yes... he'd love it... I heard that he can't get enough of Troy's  dogs."
"You're doing what?... Are you crazy? That kid just turned eighteen and I don
't  think he's anywhere near ready for the kind of slave training you'll
give  him."
"So,  hey... I gotta get going here, but let me know if and when you tell  dad.
"
"Love you, Uncle Cal. See ya  Saturday."

The room fell silent, all but for a brief moment in time. Then the next thing
I  feel is the whip being lifted gently from my  back.

"The whip", Master began, "The whip is an extension of your master. You will
 respect the whip and all that it has to offer you.  In the future, you will
kiss the whip and thank it before it administers discipline and love. In the
future, you will count aloud, each and every stroke of the whip; and thank
the  whip for each stroke. By thanking the whip, you'll be thanking your  master.
"

I actually understood each and every word Master was saying to me. It was
easy  to follow Master's words; words which should, in time, become engrained
into my  heart and  soul.

"You will find pleasure in the whip's discipline. The whip loves you, as you
 should love it. In time the `boy' will beg to be disciplined by his whip.
The  whip will always remember your smell, your feel and your endless love for
it.  Now, we must get started; as your whip awaits the first moment of bonding
and  its first intimate contact with its slave boy. The whip awaits its
release of  power of its slave and desires to mate with its  slave."

I was still thinking that the whip had a brain, briefly; but I knew what
Master  meant by his kind and caring  words.

"Now then, only two strikes tonight; as it is the `boys' first intimate
contact  with his whip. That will be two strikes each, to each arm, the back, each
butt  cheek, each inner thigh, each lower leg, and two final strikes to the
slave' s  nice tight ball sac. The whip is sad that his slave's ass is
plugged, but the  whip will have many more opportunities to kiss its slave's  hole."

I could hear Master shuffling his feet, behind me; and then I heard the first
of  many whooshes of air, as the initial strike hit my left arm, just below
my  shoulder. I nearly came out of my skin, the instant the whip made contact
with  my skin.  The pain was bearable, so I could only assume that Master hadn'
t  laid into me with the full force of his well defined  body.

The second strike caught me off guard, as it landed on my right arm; now both
 arms were competing for attention. Again to the left and back to the right;
and  the first phase of my discipline training was over.

I think after the third strike from the whip, was when my eyes watered up and
 began flowing. I really had to concentrate on breathing, and discovered that
I  was in so much distress that my throat was actually milking the dildo
within.

The two strikes to my back were so different than those on my arms. It was as
if  the whip had torn away my flesh, as I now openly began to beg and plead
from  behind the confines of the image that was shoved in my mouth and down my
throat.

There seemed to be a short break, before the next round of strikes began. I
was  able to squelch my guttural sounds, and slow down my breathing. I, once
again,  heard Master shuffling his feet behind  me.

The pain of the whip, striking the bare flesh on my ass was a `near death
experience'. Master must have amplified his strength ten fold, as one after
another blow came crashing down on my  ass.

Without stopping, Master lashed my inner thighs; and if I thought the
treatment  my ass got was tough... this was living hell. The pain increased to levels
not  felt before. My body began to convulse and sweat started raining down onto
the  floor  below.

My claves suffered equally. I even tried to flex my leg muscles to help
reduce  the amount of pain and suffering they had to endure.

Another break and all I could think about was that these last two strikes
were  heading straight for my nuts. But, did Master mean two strikes on each nut
or  was that just a total of  two?

I could feel Master Ryan trace his fingers around the outer edges of the
marks  on my back, which seemed to ease the discomfort in the rest of my body.
The soft, gently motion of his finger seemed to heighten my sense of wanting
and  needing to belong to Master that much more. I was finally coming to grips
with  my life, as difficult and as painful as it is, but I knew, I just knew
that my  own brother wouldn't be doing all of this just to please himself. He
had to  know, something I still hadn't come to terms with and I had to allow
myself to  fall completely into his control and compassion.

"Now the whip desires to mate with the slaves balls, until such time that it
can  caress the lips surrounding the slaves ass", came the final words from
Master as  his finger lifted away from my tortured  flesh.

The instant my right ball felt the strands of the whip strike flesh, my
stomach  responded and I had to not only fight off the pain, but the immense desire
to  vomit. I felt my last meal violently making its way up my esophagus. I
felt  certain that I was going to drown, in my own puke.  Control my breathing,
maintain a decent level of flexing my throat muscles against the near image
of  Master's cock in my throat not to mention warding off the need to barf my
guts  out was almost to much to bare.

I hardly noticed the second strike on the remaining testicle, but I did feel
something. My mind was racing against all odds that the pain wasn't real.
Ryan,  Master Ryan couldn't have done this just to make me suffer. Why then was I
even  thinking such? Master loves me, and I think I'm beginning to have those
same  feelings.

Before I could venture anymore trivial thoughts, I felt my butt plug being
extracted. Something narrow and hard was passing over and around the tender,
puffy exterior of my asshole. Slowly, an image appeared in my mind that the
whip  was toying with the entrance to my body. Then, without the first hint of
what  was to happen, the handle of the whip was gently inserted into my anal
cavity.  It didn't go in far, maybe an inch or two; but I couldn't believe that
my body  was reacting to the invasion. My ass seemed to be moving in such a
way that I  sensed it was sucking the handle of the whip into my  body.

The next sensation that came over me was the enormous amount of sexuality
that  Master presented as he moved quickly to my head and unwrapped it so that He
 might remove the dildo. There was a scent, a raw, wild and unabashed scent
to  Master's body that began to filter through every one of my senses.
Although my balls were on fire, there was a burning desire in my loins; that
transcended up my back and registering in my  brain.
As  I sucked in copious amounts of air, those same feelings continued to
over-ride  the pain. Master's scent, combined with the feelings between my legs;
began to  transform the pain into a mild pleasure. I knew that something was
wrong, as I'd  never before had such feelings, so powerful; begin to take
control of my thought  process.

Eventually, the heighten awareness of all my pain receptors began to settle
down, as did my brain. I almost felt as ease with myself; as Master removed
the  whip handle from my ass, offering it to my mouth so that I could clean the
handle and thank the whip for showing me the errors of my  ways.

Once again Master gently laid the whip on my back, as if the whip and I
needed  time alone.

Moments later, maybe minutes later; something moist and wonderful began to
happen to my ass. It was wet and warm, going over my puffy skin; and I didn't
want the feeling to ever stop.

I began to think, no feel, perhaps; as if I was some kind of pervert who gets
 his rocks off from being used and abused.

The ministrations continued around my anal opening; keeping my cock in a
constant state of arousal, once more aching for relief from the confines of its
own  hell.

Hands, two hands, now touched my butt. Carefully placed, so as not to awaken
the  strikes from my whip; pulling my cheeks apart ever so gently.

The object that had been circling my anal opening began to dart in and out of
my  ass. There was a presence of flesh touching the inner most portions of my
 thighs; as the object kept pressing forward.

I knew, I honestly knew, that Master was lavishing my ass with his mouth,
lips  and tongue; perhaps, just maybe, one of his ways of showing his devotion
and  love to his brother...

To Be Continued...

North Country  Chapter Thirty  Six

After being released from the `fuck bench', I crawled to the bathroom and
quickly took care of all of my needs.

Master was waiting at the side of his bed with my anal plug and another stick
of  grease.  I wasn't expecting it to hurt, as Master crammed it into me, but
 it did. I suppose it was just from the sheer force and shock that my body
reacted the way it  did.

I slept, alone, on my mat; but tonight, the chain wasn't locked to my ankle.
I  didn't have the strength to run, even if I had wanted to. Fun, I thought to
 myself; how for some reason the idea of escaping wasn't present in any of my
 immediate  thoughts.

Master's foot woke me up, and I saw Him sitting on the edge of His bed; so I
knew now, what every morning was going to be like. This morning, unlike
yesterday, I discovered myself locating my hands on Master's hips; while I
ingested His golden, sweet nectar. Truly from the god's.

We must've gotten up on time, as Master had me wash his body; before setting
off  to prepare Master's morning  meal.

As Master ate, He also spoke. "Don't forget the rules `baby'. Be nice to
anyone  that comes knocking. No television, unless you've been give permission.
When I  come home, I'll be posting a complete set of rules and a stricter
schedule for  you to adhere to.  I'll also be posting your daily diet requirements
which,  by the way, are being compiled as I speak. Now you be a good `baby'
and daddy  will see you real  soon."

Master stood up and came over to where I was obediently kneeling. He kissed
the  top of my head, squeezed my nutsack and then proceeded to give me his
tongue; as  he ravaged my mouth. Did I just feel a wad of Master's  spit?

After Master had departed, I quickly made a bowl of oatmeal with a single
slice  of toast for my breakfast. My mind revisited last night's dinner, when
Master  had purposely pissed into my dog dish. I'm sure it was to teach me the
ways of  my  Master.

Had Master forgot... or was it intentional... that He didn't lock my ankle to
the  chain today. My mind began to ponder the idea of escape, making a phone
call to  dad and getting him to come to my aid. I ran to the front door, it wasn'
t double  locked either, like yesterday. I could do it... I could make a run for
 it.

Panic set in, as I ran around the house.  Finally, my common sense and
better judgment prevailed. I'd never been one to run away from anything or any  one
in my whole life and I wasn't going to start now. Not just that if anybody
found out where I'd gone, or where I'd gone to work; they could very easily
send  out a copy of the photos or worse yet, the DVD, and I would be ruined for
ever.

Thoughts of compassion, passion, love and distain for Master Ryan started to
flow through my brain like water through a sieve. There was only one, just
one  way to rid my mind of these  thoughts.

I went over to the wall, picked up the chain and lock, and padlocked  myself.

Going back into the kitchen, I cleaned up like I usually did, then tended to
the  bedroom. As I was making Master's bed, I could not only smell His
presence but I  could actually sense Him being right there with me. I picked up his
pillow and  inhaled his manliness. I could feel the tingling, in my cock, as my
mind  replayed some of our more memorable experiences  together.

Just before I started to clean His bathroom, I thought that to make my day go
 better, I could turn on the radio; or even play some of my CD's. I wasn't
told  that I couldn't. The radio seemed to be the best option, as then I could
here a  person talking and I could get caught up on some of the current
events. The  radio would be my companion until Master  returns.

I made quick work of cleaning Master's bathroom and then went in and cleaned
mine. The tub was a mess, from my enema last night. Then it dawned on me that
 I'd not showered or cleaned out this morning. I figured that I'd pass on
all  that until later this afternoon, since Master demanded His slave be squeaky
 clean when He returns. I remembered what Master had said about how I was to
clean the tub, but I didn't do as He instructed. I wasn't ready to lick the
bits  and pieces that remained in the tub after my rectal  rinse.

I found myself standing over the bathroom sink, needing to piss. I was
supposed  to kneel in the tub and piss but since I was at the sink, I just figured `
why  not'. I felt good, if that's the right word to use; watching my piss
spray all  over the sink. It sure beat pissing in the tub and having it spray all
over the  place and  me.

After my bathroom was clean, I went into the living room; thinking how nice
it  would be to just relax and listen to music and the announcers voice for
awhile.
I  noticed, as I passed by the kitchen, that I'd forgotten to rinse out the
coffee  maker; and it still had coffee in it.  It had been days, weeks even,
since  I'd had coffee, so I quickly filled a cup and put it in the microwave to
reheat  it.

I sat down at the table, looking around, sipping coffee and thinking of
everything I'd been through and what the outside world was like, now that I  wasn'
t in it. Funny how you can think of things and then something brings your
mind back to reality.

I wasn't sure just how long I had sat at the table, but my minutes of silence
 were interrupted by a knock on the door.

I hastily put my cup in the sink and dragged the chain and me over to the
door.  I looked through the peep hole and saw none other than Henry. My heart
raced.  Finally a familiar and `friendly' face.

I unlocked the deadbolt and swung the door open and before Henry could take
one  step forward, I found myself giving him a great big hug.

Henry seemed to accept my advance in the most polite fashion. He even gave my
 naked head a quick peck with his lips; before easing me backwards into the
house.

`It's good to see you too", he said beaming from ear to  ear.

I didn't even think to ask him, why he was here; I was just glad that he  was.

"Before we go any further, I must inform you that this time that we've been
given, is also to be considered free time for you. So therefore, you may
speak  like a free person, should you so desire", Henry said, still holding on to
me.

"Sir, yes Sir", I said and Henry just smiled at  me.

After I'd closed the door I dropped down to the appropriate position for a
slave. I wasn't going to give Henry any reason to `rat' me out to Master Ryan.
I  watched with a great deal of interest, as Henry made his way into each of
the  rooms; almost as if he was inspecting them for Master. He commented on
the  coffee cup in the sink and the fact that there was one chair not properly
placed  at the table.  I even watched as he inspected the bathroom that I use;
and  he made a comment about it as well saying, "this room smells not of
freshness  but of human  waste."

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir", was the only thing I could think of as a rapid  reply.

"So you've been doing fairly well with your Master, from everything I am
afforded to know", Henry said in a friendly  way.

"Yes Sir, I'm trying to learn my Masters ways, but at times it is so hard to
 understand Him", I said as an open invitation; hoping that Henry would pick
up  on my inability to totally understand  Master.

"Masters can indeed be difficult to understand, `boy'; it took me almost a
year  before I could anticipate both of my Master's needs and wants. Just don'
t let it  get you down. You're doing a great job, and it was such a pleasure
to help train  you, and I sure as hell hope I can continue to assist any Master
when you need a  bit of  `encouragement'."

"Sir, might I ask a question Sir?" I asked with a contrite  heart.

"Why yes `boy'; I've already told you that this is a `free time' for you",
came  Henry's  reply.

"Well Sir.... I just don't know how to ask this, but ... but... do you.... I mean
Sir;  does Sir know what is going on? I mean, Sir, that I'm still confused. I'
m  confused about so many things that I don't know anymore what is right and
what  is wrong. I don't understand Master being nice one minute, acting like
my  brother and the next minute he is so domineering. I love my brother, but I'
m not  sure if I love him as my Master. He has yet to tell me much of anything
and at  times that makes me feel so uneasy. Like last night, He was on the
phone and I  could only hear his side of the conversation, but it still made me
feel uneasy.  I'm always thinking that He is talking about me,  Sir."

There was an immediate change in Henry's facial expression. I watched him
form a  huge smile; and with that, Henry paused for a moment and then began to
answer.

Well `boy', I'm impressed with your questions as they all seem to encompass
how  the two of you are managing to accept each other; but if you think back
to what  you said a minute ago; you'll find that you've answered your own
questions. I  told you that all of this takes time to process and accept. In time,
who knows;  perhaps your Master will be less demanding than he is now. But I
will tell you  something that I've known for quite some time... years as a
matter of  fact."

I lifted my head, so that my eyes were now looking directly at Henry as he
continued. "The first time I met your master, he was a wreck, wrought with so
many unanswered questions running through his mind. He'd just come back from
visiting his uncle and he drove straight from there to Master Troy's home. I
was  in the kitchen, and I could still hear him talking with Master Troy. There
were  times when he was crying and sobbing so much that Master Troy had to
hold him in  his arms just to comfort him. Your Master has not had an easy road
in life  either, so one can not judge him, if one has not been in his  shoes."

Confused, was to say the least: I heard what Henry was saying but I couldn't
put  anything together that made any sense, until Henry began speaking  again.

"Let me fill in a few blanks for you and then perhaps you'll better
understand  your master and where your master comes from and where your master hopes
to be."  Henry said as he put a hand on my  nakedness.

"Master Troy and Master Jeb met your `brother' years ago. They were the
first  men with whom your Master had exposed his soul to.  They treated him like
family and I was made available to him over the years, so that he might hone
his  physical, as well as mental skills. It was on the day that he came back
from his  uncle's place, that he learned who his uncle really  was."

I understood everything Henry had said, up until the part that he brought
Uncle  Cal into the  picture.

"Let me preface this next statement by saying that over the first couple of
years of knowing your Master, he always spoke of `my brother'.  There  wasn't
a time that he ever spoke harshly about you; in fact, more often than  not,
he used to always say that he loved you more than life itself. So His  conflict
came while visiting his uncle. It was his uncle that implanted the  seed,
years ago, that if there ever came a time where your brother could some  how get
a hold of you, that he should do it, just so he'd have you all to  himself."

I choked back the tears, the best I could; but some managed to escape. Ryan
never, EVER, told me that he loved me. How odd that he would tell other folks,
 but not me. I guess, I just never gave him a chance; not after the way I
treated  him.

"Do you recall, being told about our `little group' of like minded men and
their  `boys'; and how we rotated our monthly get togethers? I bet you didn't
know, nor  did your Master at the time, that dear ole Uncle Cal was a member
of our group.  Such a small world we live in.  And the only reason I'm telling
you this is  because I think you have a right to know. But, mind you, if you
breathe one word  of any of this to a single person; I'll personally see to it
that you suffer  like you've never suffered  before."

"Sir, yes Sir; I promise I won't say a word... not to anyone  Sir,"

"You know the disc with your training and stuff on it.... Well Master Jeb as
sent  one to each and every member of our `group', which means Uncle Cal has
already  seen you and how beautiful you look now. Do you remember hearing about
how some  of the slave boys get used by a master and his animals? Well, that
master is  your uncle. He is in charge of such depravities.  It's his small
farm and  his small animals that bring much pleasure not only to some of the
masters but  to a number of slaves as well. Keep in mind that it takes different
folks to  make the world go around. But, you should take solace in the fact
that your  Master is not into such acts of random kindness and love. Master Troy
on the  other hand, enjoys such things only if it is known to him that the
slave wants,  needs and desires to couple with a beast. That is the only reason
you've not  been raped by one of Master Troy's dogs...  yet."

I was finally getting to understand the lifestyle my Master had taken. Just
like  people, straight people do strange things; it is permissible for men like
my  Master to enjoy those same rights and privileges. Now I was beginning to
have  even more thoughts and  questions.

"But", I began.... Sir what about Uncle Cal and the others? Surely they don't
 expect a slave to succumb to being mounted by an animal... or do  they?"

"No, not as a general rule. Cal sometimes takes in slaves who desire such
things, such as that pigslave who used to be called Paul. I think Cal is going
to be taking him back down to his place, after the  barbeque."

A momentary blanket of relief fell over me, as I continued to listen. I was
beginning to feel at ease with Henry here. It was like having an old friend to
 talk  with.

"From what I've already seen, the girls have loosened him up enough where he
 could probably take one of Cal's horses with no problem. Seems like the
girls  have put anything and everything up that `boys' ass. SHIT... I almost
forgot."

Henry's change in tone caught me off guard as he reached into his right rear
pocket and pulled out a  DVD.

"I made a copy of the pigslave's training and told your Master that I'd drop
it  off. It's really quite good, even better than some of the ones that I've
made in  the past. Do you want to see  it?"

"Sir, no Sir. I'm not allowed to look at the television without Master's
permission."

"Well, let's just say that I wanted to watch it... I could... and if you just
so  happened to see it too...", Henry said in such a way that almost made  sense.

I remained silent, but I almost deep down wanted to watch the  video.

Henry looked around, over his shoulder and back again before saying, "Ya know
 what, it's almost time for lunch. How about I fix you something really  nice.
"

Still, I remained silent; thinking about the pigslave, while Henry scampered
into the  kitchen.

"I'll just make us something simple", Henry said with a slight  chuckle.

I remained in the living room, watching Henry move back and forth from the
refrigerator to the stove, and back again. I glanced down at the DVD, sitting
on  the coffee table and saw that it was labeled ..."Pigslave eats it All".  I
could only image what Paul had been made to eat.

"Lunch is ready!"

That was really quick. I crawled into the kitchen, where Henry was now seated
 and saw where he was eating a grilled cheese and tomato sandwich. There was
nothing on the table for me, but suddenly I realized that Henry was allowed
only  so much `freedom' with  me.

I crawled over to my dog bowl and my lunch was already waiting for me; but it
 wasn't a grilled cheese  sandwich.

"Sorry I couldn't fix you a sandwich, but your Master wanted you to have
your  own special lunch. He wouldn't even let me heat it up for you, but I've
eaten  worse,  myself."

I looked intently at the food in my bowl, discovering that it was nothing
more  than one of those cans of soup that you don't add anything to it.... You
just heat  it up. Thankfully, I'd bought them before I went on my vacation; as I
used to  eat them several times a week when I got home to late to cook
anything. But I'd  never imagined I'd be eating it at room temperature, right out of
the  can.

I knew that Henry was watching me, seeing if there was the least bit of
hesitation on my part; which I attempted not to display. I finished the soup and
Henry gathered up the bowl along with his plate and put them in the sink, "you
 can wash these whenever you are supposed to", was all the he said and headed
off  to the  bathroom.

I don't know why I listened, but there wasn't' any noise coming from the
bathroom and he'd even left the door open. I turned around and began crawling my
 way to the bathroom and I wasn't surprised, one bit, that Henry was standing
 there, next to the toilet, with his slave cock hanging  out.

He flopped it up and down, briefly; all the time with a serious look on his
face. I knew now what he had been anticipating. I moved up and devoured his
cock  just as a nice flow of slave piss came bouncing into my mouth.

"Sir, thank you SIR for giving this `boy' your piss Sir", was the only
proper  thing I could've said at the time; as Henry tucked his cock back behind
the  zipper.

"Good boy, you've not forgotten your slave manners", Henry said as he passed
me  and headed for the living room. "Now perhaps the `boy' should do the
dishes."

I'd no sooner gotten to the living room, when there was a knock on the door.
Henry put a finger to his lips, indicating he wanted me to remain silent; as
he  moved over behind the  door.

He didn't even look through the peep hole, before motioning for me to open it
 up. By the time I'd gotten to the door and stood up, Henry seemed to be
impatient. Using his right hand he motioned for me to look through the peep hole
and then to open the door. I was miffed by his actions, not knowing what the
heck was going on, but I knew that I had to obey Master's orders.

My body shook, my faced turned ashen white, the second that I saw that the
same  delivery man, as yesterday; was knocking at the door. I could tell that he
was  holding a single package; unlike yesterday. I thought that I'd be able
to sign  for it at the door without having him come  inside.

"Well, if it isn't my little faggot bitch", the man said as he began pushing
his  way passed me.

What I hadn't seen at first, was Henry reaching into his left rear pocket and
 pulling out something that resembled a remote control for a television.

I'd stepped back, not wanting the man to push me down like yesterday, as the
door slammed shut behind him.

Before the man could turn his head around, Henry applied the thing in his
hand  to the man's shoulder; sending him to the floor, yelling  obscentities.

Hell, I didn't know what the fuck was going on, as I'd not seen a look on
Henry  like that, EVER. I snatched the package off the floor, and moved back
towards  the sofa; as Henry knelt over the man and quickly worked his hand up the
man's  brown shorts and gave him another zap with the remote thing. The
delivery man  instantly went into spasms and all that Henry did was to stand up and
stare down  at him. "My nuts, my fucking nuts! You blew my nuts off!" the
man said in  extreme  pain.

I guess I must've looked rather funny, as Henry looked at me and simply
smiled.

"Now get up and get the fuck out of here. You ever touch this `boy' again
and  I'll do more than prod your balls, you piece of trash. I'll cut them off
and  feed them to your old lady while I'm fucking her. NOW GET THE HELL OUTTA
HERE!!"

I began laughing aloud, as Henry opened the door and the delivery man crawled
 out on his hands and knees; with Henry kicking the little signing gizmo out
right behind  him.

My  laughter became uncontrollable, as even Henry started laughing just as
soon as  the door was closed and locked. "Guess your master was right... that guy
needed a  big attitude adjustment; and I was just the man to give him  one."

I laughed so hard and so much, that the urgent need to piss overcame me; "
Sir,  I've got to pee Sir... real bad  Sir."

Still holding the prod, Henry waved it in the direction of the bathroom and I
 quickly crawled away, with Henry right behind  me.

The closer I got to my tub, the more I needed to pee. "I don't want you
kneeling  over the side to piss. Climb right in there and this time... you need to
lay flat  on your back", Henry said in his normal tone of  voice.

The cold of the tub, penetrated my backside; but I was obedient. Thankfully I
 had noticed, too, that Henry had tucked the prod back into his pocket. Henry
 leaned over me, placing my cock on my stomach, which I could barely see
except  for the very end of my cock cage and Prince  Albert.

"Wouldn't it be nice if your master knew that you began training yourself in
the  art of `water sports'? I'm sure that he and his friends will gladly
accommodate  you in the weeks and months ahead. Now you just go right ahead and
piss while I  watch."

Having been around Henry enough, I wasn't embarrassed about much of anything
to  this point; so I relaxed and let my body expel the warm urine.  The blast
to my face was something I hadn't expected; as the combination of the cage
and  ring sent my piss in every direction. I subconsciously licked my lips,
tasting  my own piss. It brought back memories of the first time I had to taste
piss, not  to mention my own. It was yet, another warm reminder to me; of what I
was  becoming.

"Noting the time, and understanding that the `boys' Master will be arriving
soon; is it not proper and a responsible action for `boy' to clean himself.
Not  to mention that I felt several stubbles on `boy' earlier... perhaps I
should  assist `boy' in his duties", Henry said with a smirk on his  face.

"Sir, yes Sir, thank you very much Sir", I  replied.

Henry got my first enema started before he quite frankly said, "I'll be
right  back. I must go check on the cargo in the trunk of the car." The only thing
I  could imagine he'd ever refer to as `cargo' would be a human type of
cargo. I  wondered if it was the mayor's  son.

I managed to retain the first bag of water, just until Henry returned. He
watched and was amazed that I'd returned to laying flat on my back, as the slime
 surged out of my body.  Without as much as a word, he simply refilled the
bag and started filling me up again. I had taken hold of my ankles and raised
my  legs up so that Henry would have better access to the entrance. I could
feel the  sludge and water dripping from my legs and lower  back.

A total of four bags of water were used until I was completely void of waste,
 after which I stood up and turned on the shower; watching, as the bits and
pieces swirled their way down to the  drain.

Henry was one step ahead of me, as he handed me a wash cloth and bar of soap.
No  soon had I shut the water off, Henry was right there with a razor and
shaving  cream.

He had me kneel down so that he could easily reach my head. He was able to
remove all of my steel bindings and shave me without much trouble; after I
stood  up and positioned myself properly. I felt as if Henry was acting out of
kindness  towards me, rather than being the `trainer' which I knew him to be.
Although it  felt good to have my balls dangling free, for once; it also felt as
if, for some  reason, I was incomplete....  Naked.

"I'll go get the grease sticks, and you start cleaning your tub", Henry said
 before heading off to the  kitchen.

By the time Henry had returned, I hadn't done much of anything, except to
climb  out of the  tub.

"Not going lazy on me, are you boy?", Henry asked rather  comically.

"Sir no Sir" came my  reply.

"You want to be a good slave, don't you? You want to please your master don'
t  you? You desire to be an obedient slave, even if you are a lowly pigslave;
don't  you?", Henry asked in a soft  voice.

I momentarily started to stutter as my eyes had been fixed on the few specks
of  ass slime which didn't make it down the drain. "Si...... Sir.... Yes... Sir...
but Sir  that's shit there  Sir."

"I'll help you my little slave. Just start at the other end and lick the
bottom  of the tub, working your way down towards the drain. By then it won't
seem so  awful. Trust me." Henry said with all that sounded and seemed  resonalbe.

I got down on my knees and leaned in over the edge of the tub. I started
licking  and I could feel Henry's hand spreading my cheeks apart; in preparation
for  inserting the grease log.

The log slid in slowly, thanks only to Henry's kindness. The frigid log
seemed  to heighten my awareness that my ass hole was all puckered out and grossly
distended.

"I know that you've been used to only one log, but I'm sure that your master
 would like to know that you've been able to accept two logs into the body
which  he owns now."

The inner sanctum of my ass seemed to spasm at those words; sucking the first
 grease log into my body like a starved rat. I could feel the coldness of the
log  intensify as it remained positioned on my prostate  gland.

I was now over half way through, licking the tub clean and the view of the
drain  kept getting closer and  closer.

Henry used the second stick of grease to push the first one even deeper into
the  darkness of my body and the sensation of becoming `full' was
overpowering.   Henry kept reminding me to control my breathing as he eased the second
log all  the way inside; giving it a little extra push by using his index
finger. I felt  as if I was briefly freezing to death, but knew that in reality,
that was not  the  case.

"Now I want you to concentrate on the feelings inside of your body, not on
the  task which lay before you", Henry said in a most profound tone of voice. "
Feel  me working your love hole. Feel me guiding your butt plug in, as it
pushes the  grease even further into your body, searching for your  soul."

Henry started twisting the plug around, in circles, slowly; as he laid one
hand  on the small of my back. My brain suddenly began to equate that the two
logs of  grease plus the plug; would mean that over twenty inches of non-human
items  would be occupying my ass. Again, sensing me tense up, Henry offered up
more  words of wisdom and  comfort.

Within a minute, my head was back to where it was supposed to be; and I found
 myself in the throws of sexual  excitement.

I tried, not once, but several times to lick the remainder of the tub; but my
 instincts forced me to wretch each time. Henry remained silent the entire
time;  as he continued to insert the  plug.

After overcoming my own reactions, I licked the first of many small pieces of
 slime into my mouth; while doing everything I could to concentrate on my ass
and  not the  task.

It became easier to accomplish cleaning the tub; the more I succumbed to the
feelings which Henry was helping to create. I even sprung an erection which
seemed odd having, since I was so accustomed to wearing the cock  cage.

"Excellent, just fucking excellent; thank you very much Henry", came words
that  froze me in place. "It's good to see my `baby' has the desire to
continue  pleasing me and others."

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