Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2006 16:00:02 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 7

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North Country Chapter Seven


            I wasn't able to sleep at all; not having the opportunity to
lay down. The few minutes that I was able to doze off was always
interrupted either by sounds from one or more of the cabins or the man
who was watching over me. I did find it somewhat of a respite; having
time to think about my parents and three brothers.

            Reflecting back over the last several years, I can now
understand my two older brothers a lot more.  They'd always accused me of
being nothing more than a work-a-holic; telling that there really was a
much bigger world out there than just my work and home. I only watched an
hour of television every evening and spent most of my free time buried
eyeballs deep in one of my hundreds of work related books and
publications. If it hadn't been for my diligence at soaking up knowledge,
I'd never would have progressed as rapidly as I had; all be it a
government contract.

            Now I find myself, smack dab in the middle of what all of my
brothers called a 'bigger and brighter world'. Lacking the time and
effort to put forth in acquiring the right girl for me; other than the
occasional one that I brought home so I could drain my balls, my sex life
was really pathetic. But here I am, in the middle of fucking nowhere and
I've been the recipient of my sex than I care to mention. At this point I
was willing to do just about anything just to get a decent meal and a
short rest. I began to think that everyone was using my hunger and
fatigue to their advantage. My balls ached constantly from the rope tied
around them and my nipples felt as if they had bricks hanging off the end
of each of them.

            One could say that all of my thoughts were nothing more than
a mere attempt to disguise my true feelings. I knew what lay ahead and I
was struggling to think about anything but that.

            At some point, in the earliest hours of the morning, the
'guard' was changed and the new guy stoked both campfires up; as if
wanting to light up the whole camp. The thunderous roar and the crackling
of firewood was accompanied by wave after wave of warm, sometimes even
hot, air. I watched, limited as I was, to see the man start a couple
large pots of coffee; in preparations for the rest of the camp to wake
from their slumber. He was joined soon after, by yet another man who was
carrying two coolers; which I presumed was food for the morning meal. I
watched as they talked and sometimes gestured in my direction. All
through the night, not a one of them had actually touched me, let alone
approached me.

            Mother Nature's creatures were also quite notable as they
began to stir as well. Behind me I could hear the cracking of twigs as
something or things were rustling around in the woods. Several birds were
now cawing and chirping, announcing the start of a new day. The faintest
of all indications that the sun was beginning to make an appearance on
the horizon, was all that I needed for the last reminder of the day
ahead; as the aroma of the coffee began filling the air.

            One by one, the sleepy eyed men started to make their way
down to the campfire for warmth and hot coffee. The mayor and his boy,
along with the town kid; were the last to arrive. I guess nobody was
supposed to start the cooking until the mayor had arrived; but the sound,
and smell of sizzling bacon began to saturate the area which encompassed
the three picnic tables. All of this didn't help the hunger pains in my
gut; as I watched the men and boys shovel the food into their faces.

            Once everyone was done eating, the kid from town came up to
me, holding a plate of food; consisting of the bacon, scrambled eggs and
a single slice of bread that looked as if he'd attempted to toast it over
the open flame.

            He scooped up a small quantity of the food into his hand and
offered it to me. In the shape I was in, I didn't even have to think
about how I was going to eat the food. I eagerly, like a vulture, began
to gnaw at the food until his hand was completely void of food. I ate
five or six handfuls of food before the plate was empty; but the young
man held the plate up to my face and ordered me to lick the plate clean.

            Following the food, Vince came over and began spoon feeding
me coffee from one of the metal cups. Not that it wasn't good, but I was
still adjusting to drinking it black; unlike the coffee I was accustomed
to back home. The look on Vince's face seemed to be telling me something,
but I couldn't understand the expression. Nobody was speaking to me or
even about me, so once again I was left in the dark as to what the next
minutes would bring.

            Finally the mayor came over and untied the rope from the pet
stake, that had been stretching my balls all night long; even removing
the austere looking metal which he'd put on my dick. I felt a sigh of
relief the second that my nuts weren't being tugged on and my dick was
still intact.

            The one thing that I'd learned about this place is that it
really is run like a small town. The men all continued to have some sort
of responsibility during the majority of the daylight hours; thus,
perhaps contributing to the limited success of this place.

            Men started to scatter here and there, while two of them
began removing me from the post and discarding the two poles used to keep
me spread out. I shook my arms and legs, bringing back some sense of life
to them. However, such freedom was short lived, as one of the men, who
was perhaps around my age and good looking, took hold of the rope and
started off; with me crawling behind rather close as I didn't want the
rope to yank on my already tender nutsack. The other man walked close
behind me, as if he was a second guard.

            I clambered up the three or four steps into one of the
closest cabins, where I was instructed to make the beds and sweep the
floor. The man continued to hold the rope the entire time; as it was by
this means he could get me to work faster, not to mention keep me from
making another attempt at escape.

            Four cabins, total, I swept out and made the beds; before
being taken behind the last cabin where I instantly came in full view of
the kennel. The dog began jumping up and down on the fence, barking and
growling; more constant, the closer we got to him. By the time we got to
the kennel's gate, the dog was showing prominent signs of being sexually
aroused.  The man not holding my rope, slowly opened the gate and took
hold of the dog by his collar and pulled him out of the kennel, away from
me and this other guy.

            I was given a small shovel and ordered to clean up the dog's
poop.  It was a rather simple job; yet one which seemed to instill a
since of submissiveness in me, not to mention the lonely feeling of
becoming extremely subservient.  I then had to take the two large bowls
out and get them clean. There was a large tub, of sorts, behind one of
the cabins which seemed to be used as a sink; and it was another simple
task to clean the two bowls. By the time I'd gotten back to the kennel, I
was directed to a large wooden keg, which held fresh water; and it was
from this keg that I obtained water for the dog. It seemed as if these
men had made provisions for just about any scenario that arose in their
town.

            It was when I was being led in another direction that I
noticed two of the men and the mayor's son carrying pails of water, to
separate locations throughout the encampment. I knew that this part of
the state had many underground springs that seemed to surface naturally,
with which nature always seems to have a good use for.

            I witnessed two men doing laundry the old fashion way; in
which a 'washboard' was put to good use. The closer we got to the laundry
detail, was when I noticed all of my clothes; hanging on one of the two
clotheslines, used for drying. It was a sad moment, briefly; but I knew
that I'd never get a chance to wear them again, at least until these men
had their fill of me.

            Now passed the last of the drying clothes, we came upon a
small group of what I could only assume were the traditional 'outhouses'.
I was led up two steps, of the one in the center and as the door opened,
I got a whiff of the stench. Unfortunately, I momentarily stopped and
received a boot in my ass; as the man holding the rope yanked on it
simultaneously. He pulled me up, onto my feet; and facing the 'seat' I
noticed that it was cut out a little different than those which I'd seen
in photographs, as on either side of the hole there was what looked to be
a area of the wood that was notched out about the size of a baseball.

            I watched as the man lifted the seat, so that it rested
against the back wall. All of a sudden, the lower, bottom portion of the
back side opened up. I could see that the depth of the 'hole' was quite
deep, as the sunlight filtered in. Someone from the outside slid what
appeared to be an iron grate over the hole; thus covering the hole except
for the small spaces between the iron slats.

            The two men, who'd guarded me up till now, turned me around
and began lowering me, head first into the space between the seat and the
grate. The man who had been outside and down nearest the hole, grabbed my
shoulders and pulled me backwards, until my head was just outside of the
wooden structure. Thankfully I was inhaling more fresh air than stale,
putrid air.

            I felt wood around my ankles, and it was at that precise
moment that I chose to rebel. I began swinging my arms, hitting the guy a
few times; but being nearing upside down I had no real chance of
survival, as I quickly received a sharp pain in my nuts from the rope
which they had left attached.

            As I looked around I could not only see, but feel the rope
dropping down from above. Up above me, the wooden platform used as a seat
had been secured in the down position which firmly secured my two ankles
in place; preventing me from drawing my legs down into the hole with the
rest of my body.

            The man standing by my head had quickly taken control of the
rope and was pulling it straight up; attempting to gain control over my
flailing arms, but directing my attention to the strain on my balls. It
worked, and worked well; as I quickly calmed down, my breathing out of
control.

            He maintained his grip on the rope, while he used his feet to
close the open parts of the small door around my neck and throat; thus
trapping my head in between the two parts of the 'clean out' door, and my
arms inside, next to my torso. I could only think of my current situation
as nothing less than degrading.

            Before leaving the outhouse, the two men took the opportunity
to strike out abusively on the bottoms of my feet; deaf and oblivious to
the screams and pleadings I was emitting from below.

            Just moments after they'd concluded their torture, the two
men joined the third man by my head; all took to laughing and name
calling, which I was becoming rather accustomed to by now. One of the
three men, pulled a round disk out of his pocket. It appeared to me, as
if it was a large 'O' ring made from wood.

            He knelt down behind my head and with one of his hands; he
squeezed my jaw, causing me to open my mouth. Deftly, he inserted the O
ring in my mouth, behind my teeth, before he released his grip on my jaw.
My jaw muscles quickly told me that this was not going to be a pleasant
experience; having my mouth open as it was.

            The three men sauntered off, as if all of this was just
another day of 'normal' work. I lay there, captive, expecting the worst
of the worst to begin at any moment. Little did I know that the worst,
for now, wasn't in the cards.

            For the longest time, I lay there all scrunched up waiting
for one of these thugs to squat on the seat above my torso. I began to
understand that they were breaking not only spirit, but my will to
resist.

            Finally I heard the rustling of footsteps and then
unexpectedly saw one of the men standing above my head. My eyes, once
again drained of tears; watched at the man unzipped himself, producing a
rather large cock. I know it may sound silly, not to mention sick; but as
I looked at him stretching out his cock, I couldn't help but to think and
equate the enormity of his manmeat with the other night's brutal rape.
Unless there was a much bigger dick around camp, this guy was the one who
caused me great pain when my ass was raped by those six or seven men.

            I quickly put two and two together and realized what the hell
was happening. My face was now a target for the men's piss. One could say
that my open mouth was their intended target. I had expected this guy to
unleash his piss at any moment, but what happened sure hadn't even
crossed my mind.

            The man got down and straddled my head between his knees and
leaned forward, easing his cock into my mouth, through the wooden O ring.
I had no choice, no option, but to allow the man to ravage my mouth and
throat with his cock. He cared less if I was choking and gagging; perhaps
he was even getting his cheap thrill having me underneath his massive
body, as he let loose with his piss. There was no way in hell that I
could swallow it, as fast as he was giving it to me. Combined with my
choking reflexes, a good deal of his piss ran out of my mouth. All I knew
was that he was up there, laughing his ass off, exalting his authority
over me.

            The cock was barely out of my mouth when I felt a flood of
warm liquid cascading all over my torso. Apparently there was another
male up in the outhouse pissing through the shitter hole.

            My day was spent like this, receiving piss from up above or
directly over my face; with an occasional cock being rammed down my
throat before relinquishing its' warm, golden fluids.

            There was no escaping my torment or those who partook in it.
I wasn't even fed a noon meal. All I could do was to be thankful of the
fact that no one individual had used the outhouse to empty his bowels. It
wasn't until I was released from the building that I was to learn that
the whole experience was to have been a strong lesson for me on just what
COULD have happened to me.

            I was caught off guard by seeing the kid from town still
there, as they led me through the center of camp, heading for the stream
for my cleansing and bath. He even followed behind the three men who were
in charge of me this day. I thought that by now he had gone back into
town, but perhaps this was his day off. I wasn't surprised, however, that
he too was naked. Just thinking about last night and what this young man
did to me, seemed to raise my frustration level a notch or two.

            My needs were tended to by the three men and the kid, who
seemed to savor the time he spent scrubbing my body clean. All things
aside, I probably was the most delighted of the group, as now all of the
fowl smelling, dried piss had been removed; and while I was in the stream
I let go a long steady stream of my own piss, which I'm sure contained
some of the re-cycled piss as well. The only thing I wasn't looking
forward to, upon returning to camp, would be if they hitched me back up
to the post and put clamps on my body.

            The day had seemed to have already slipped away; as by the
time we'd gotten back to camp, the sun was behind the tree tops. Thank
goodness that the campfires were going and the warmth felt extra special.
I was still in awe of just how well these men worked together to keep
this place going, not to mention avoiding the host of hikers and campers.

            Once they'd gotten my to lay on top of the same table as the
previous night, I knew what to expect. There was nothing I could do about
it, even if I had the strength of Zeus. I succumbed to their wishes and
desires for the last few days and they hadn't killed or maimed me yet;
which was something that I always needed to keep in the back of my mind.

            After I was firmly fixed with the ropes, and my ass exposed
along with my cock and balls; I knew it was going to be another round of
me getting fucked, gang banged, daisy chained; what ever you want to call
it, it is all the same.

            The men all ate outside, this night; which kinda scared me
just a little. I wasn't sure of the reason for them eating outside,
unless it was to be one of the last nights that were free of the nasty
plague of 'black flies'.

            After they finished their meal, some hauled the plates, etc.
off to get washed. The mayor's son came over to me and sat down on the
edge of the table right next to my chest. It seemed odd, having him just
sitting there, with a glaring stare in his eyes. But just when I thought
the worst was about to happen, he began speaking to me.

            "You'll get fed later, but for now, dad wants you right where
you're at. I gotta tell ya, that the little stunt you pulled by running
off was probably the dumbest thing I've ever seen. Pop is really pissed
at you and he doesn't normally cool down for at least two or three days,
so just keep that in mind if you have any more stupid tricks you want to
pull. I reckon you're still due a good sized punishment for running off
like you did.

            You're lucky that the train ain't due to come by till Friday,
cause dad wanted you on it pretty fucking quick. He said you might be
smart in what you did back in your old world but up here, he thinks
you're quite the fuckup. He can't quite figure you out just yet, but he's
getting pretty close. You are quiet most times, nasty loud when you want
to be; which is what dad really likes, BUT it seems that perhaps you
might not understand what has and what is going to happen with you.

            I think you know by now, that you ain't ever going to be
fucking no girl pussy anytime soon. In fact, you are going to be sucking
cock tonight. You are going to suck all of our dicks until we can't get
hard no more. Then after that, you are going to suffer like never before.

            I didn't like it much when I ran off from home and my mom,
and made my way up here to live with my dad. Hell, I never had sex before
I came here and it took me months before I could take a dick up my ass or
down my throat. Given enough time and cock, you'll get to liking it a lot
better too.

            But, I told dad that I think you ain't nothing more than some
kind of geek or nerd; that don't know a good thing when he sees it. So,
you see, once you get used to men like us, you won't have a need for a
skank."

            I couldn't believe my own ears. Here's a teen aged boy tell
me, that I'm an introvert. Do I really come off as one? And what about
him talking all this sex talk? Kids his age should be thinking about and
talking about sports and computers.  I couldn't help but to once again
think about Ryan. What was his first sexual experience like? Did he have
some of the same feelings and thoughts that I've been having lately?
And, just how old was he when he started having sex? At least I was smart
enough to wait until I was out of high school and half way through my
freshman college year. But, I won't go into the details that made my
first time a living nightmare. I still blame myself, for it, and all
subsequent failures with girls. Don't forget, I'm the guy who could
hardly get a girl to suck my cock, let alone allow me to pump my seed
down her throat.

            The few simple sentences from the kid, and I was already
beginning to doubt my own sexuality. I didn't want to dwell on it, but
for some reason it stuck in my head for quite some time; as once again I
found myself fixed to his voice.

            "Last year around this time, dad had a guy about your age and
before the cold weather set in dad was able to sell him off to some rich
black guy over in northern Africa somewhere. Over there, slaves ain't
looked upon as a bad thing, like they are here in the states and besides;
them guys pay good money for a slave like you. That's how we get money
for food and stuff that we need, so the guys don't have to go into town
and steal everything. You know the store owner in town, where you first
saw me? Well, don't be fooled by him. He's the one who has this wicked
cool computer and chats to them guys about slaves and all. I'd be willing
to bet that your picture is already over there so them black guys can
jack off to your lily white ass. It won't be but a month and if they want
you, they'll send for you. You get to fly there just like a fucking
animal; in a cage, muzzled, hogtied and all drugged up. But then dad
seems to have a fancy for letting these men have first choice at your
ass, so if'n they want to take you with them when they leave, well; so be
it. They always come back in the spring with a new boy to train, so it's
a win, win situation."

            Needless to say, I was astonished at what information this
kid was freely dispensing. I wanted him to keep talking; not just because
he was telling me information that might be of some use, but it also kept
my mind occupied. I waited for him to start speaking again, but instead
he seemed instantly detached from continuing his one sided conversation.

            He quickly began to maneuver his body, with his genitals
right above my head and his head directly over my cock and balls. With
one hand he began to fondle my nuts, in the most sensuous fashion; as he
lowered his balls to my lips. I ignored his advances momentarily; until
his moist lips engulfed my rapidly inflating dick. He lowered himself to
the point where I found myself eventually able to get both of his large,
youthful nuts into my mouth. I gently sucked on the stubbly sac for a few
minutes until he raised his hips. Then, I found myself with his cock
brushing across my mouth and once again discovered how easy it was for me
to accept the inevitable.

            The kid shot rope after rope of his young manseed into my
mouth, long before I had the slightest urge to drain my own balls. It was
over in a matter of a few minutes and it left me wanting his lips on my
cock even more now than before.

            As he dismounted the table he placed his lips to mine, and
forced his tongue into my mouth; apparently wanting a taste of his own
sperm. A few flicks of his tongue and he simply walked away without
saying a single word.

            His lips were the only ones that tasted my cock this night;
as the remainder of the night was spent sucking every cock in the camp,
including the massive manstick of the rapist. There were only a couple of
the men who seemed satisfied with a normal blowjob, where the majority of
them felt like they had something to prove to themselves and the others,
that the best blowjob was obtained by fucking the mouth and throat with
vengeance. I couldn't begin to count the times that they made me choke
and gag; but when it was all over with, my throat was as sore, as if I'd
had a tonsillectomy.

            I overheard the kid from town saying something to the mayor,
and then I saw him walk past me; apparently leaving for the night. The
mayor now stood between my bent knees and began wrapping my balls once
again; this time separating them with several additional wraps of the
leather cord. He stared directly into my eyes, as he simply said, "You're
day is not yet over, but you should be thankful that you still have your
foreskin and that you didn't experience the true meaning and use of a
slave in the outhouse. So you need to be thanking all of your friends
here for affording you a nice afternoon and a most excellent evening."

            I was quickly released from the table, and I knew what my
proper position should be; so I assumed it rather quickly. One by one
each man came to me, and I bent forward and kissed their covered feet. By
the time I returned to the upright position, each man had his cock pulled
out of his jeans and I was then ordered to thank each cock for their
supply of cum. Dutifully, yet fearing another shower of piss, I kissed
the tip of each man's cock including the mayor's and his son. Of all the
cocks I kissed, the mayor's boy was the only one that was as stiff as a
flag pole.

            Finally, the boy brought my meal to me. It was kept warm by
the fire and it was, as usual, quite good and most tasty. From my earlier
experience, I knew that it was expected that I clean my own plate, so I
made sure to lick every last morsel off; before the plate was taken away.
At least the boot and cock kissing, coupled with me licking my plate
clean should count for something. But, other than the men toiling away
during the day, there seemed no rhyme or reason to the way they had me
performing like their personal human toy. Every day was some how
different, re-tracing things from the previous day and being told to do
something new the next day. It was all adding up, somehow, to help them
get me better trained as their personal sex slave or a slave to another.

            I knew by the action of the men, that something was still yet
to come and it soon reared its ugly head; as I was finally led by a rope
from my collar back to the 'Pain Center'.

            I suppose that I shouldn't have expected anything less, than
to have all of the men follow me into the cabin. No sooner had the mayor
gotten me over to my cell; he had me stand erect, up against the front. I
was actually pressing myself up against the cell door, as Vince and Carl
quickly tied my arms and legs to the cell. They looped the rope from my
collar around two of the upright pieces, which now held my face firmly
planted against the wooden cell.

            From behind me, someone took hold of my cock and balls,
looping a rope around them both and pulling them back behind my legs
until I began to yelp and scream. Then the mayor, in the most serious of
voices began speaking.

            "Your failed attempt of escape, has caused the entire camp to
be disrupted for almost two days and for that you shall receive twenty
lashes from the whip."

            Instantly coming to mind was everything that had happened in
the wee hours of this morning. I thought such degradation and
de-humanizing was my punishment for escaping; but now, if I just heard
right, I'd sentenced to twenty lashes.

            I didn't have time to think of anything else as the first
strike landed squarely on the upper part of my shoulders. The entire
group of men spoke in unison, "ONE"; and so it continued, with me
screaming and begging like a little kid getting a spanking. Some where
right after I'd heard "TWELVE", I almost blacked out, but a quick splash
of cold water on my welted back, brought me back to reality.

            The men seemed to take pleasure in watching another human
being getting severely punished; almost as if it was a normal thing
around here. With only two more lashes remaining, I knew that I just had
to pull myself together. Unbeknownst to me, the last two swings of the
whip were destined to land on my cock and balls.

            When I regained consciousness, I was in my cell, face down on
the floor with my arms and legs tied firmly to the sides of the cell;
leaving me in a spread eagled position. My cock felt as if it were still
on fire and my back felt like it had just suffered a severe case of
sunburn. Only a faint light shone in the cabin, so I knew that everyone
had gone their own way; except perhaps for Vince who must be asleep in
his own bed. It wasn't cold in the cabin, so I knew that I hadn't been
out of it for to long a period, unless Vince had stayed up longer to keep
a watch over me, feeding the fire in the stove as time went on.
Thankfully I was able to fall asleep, which allowed not only my body to
begin to heal, but it also gave my mind a break from the whirlwind of
emotions I'd been put through.

            I felt like a hundred years old when I was woken up. My body
was stiff from the neck down, and my skin felt as if it had just been
attacked by an ocean of jelly fish. Vince took no chances that I'd take
off again, as he made sure the rope which had remained wrapped around my
balls and cock was securely tied off to my cell; before he removed the
ropes from my limbs.

            As I rubbed the stiffness out of my body, Vince handed me a
mug of coffee which seemed to be a nice gesture on his part; considering
that two days ago I'd decked him. In short order the cabin door swung
open and one of the men brought in two plates, which apparently held our
breakfast. Behind him came another man, carrying two more plates heaped
with food. The three men sat around the small table and ate, as I used my
fingers to scoop food into my mouth. I think it was the very first time
that I'd ever tasted pure Maine maple syrup, and it was just one of those
times, that in a different world I would have asked for more pancakes,
syrup and sausage.

            The conversation of the three men was easy on the ears; as I
listened intently trying to learn everything and anything I could. The
three men had apparently informed the mayor earlier this morning of their
intent to travel to the coast and find work on one of the many dozens of
lobster boats. It appears that they need the cash for some sort of legal
trouble they were in. They were trying to coax Vince into going with
them, as they were all getting familiar with him being gay and felt the
need to have their own cocksucker available at all times, not to mention
his abilities to cook and clean. Vince was excited about the offer, but
sadly turned it down.

            The men abandoned their plight, and decided it was time to
get busy with their chores. Chores, which meant that I was to be their
target project for the morning. Much like yesterday, I worked in the
cabins and cleaned the kennel for most of the next two hours.

            I was astonished that when it came time for the mayor and two
others to head into town, I was summoned to ride in the back of the
truck. I had felt more than certain that the guys would have me laying in
the pit again but I should have known by now, that my needs would always
be changing.

            On this trip, I was the only rider in the back of the truck.
The odd thing about this ride was that they didn't stop to toss a
blanket over me. We made our way into town, taking what appeared to be a
back way, until we arrived at Campers' Korner.

            There weren't any other vehicles parked out front, nor were
there any people walking around; at least not to close by. My humiliation
lesson was in full swing when the store owner came out and began talking
to the mayor. There were a couple of occasions when the conversation
brought out a chuckle or two. Then the store owner came over to the truck
and jumped up into the back of it; standing tall over my naked form. I
had been totally oblivious to the fact that he held a camcorder in his
left hand; but was soon confronted with it as he began filming.

            It became obvious, FINALLY, that the reason for not many
towns folk being around when the mayor came to town was simple; they were
all afraid of him. They had to be smarter than me; and none of them
desired to find out for themselves if rumors of sexual slavery existed on
the other side of the tracks.

            The camera seemed to be filming me from the top of my head to
the tips of my toes. My legs were even pulled further apart and the
camera got right up in front of my cock and balls; before the man began
filming a prolonged session of my rectum. I watched in a semi-erect state
as he inserted a single finger into my ass as he filmed the process. I
couldn't believe that all this was happening; especially getting finger
fucked on Main Street. And of course, the guy couldn't let my bound and
tightly secured nuts alone either; as he found it amusing to squeeze the
life out of them while he filmed the agonizing expression which flooded
over my face.

            No sooner had he shut the camera off, the man turned to the
mayor saying "if we can get enough overseas bidders on this good looking
slave, I'm thinking that the price will escalate to unheard of heights."

            In reply, the mayor wanted to convey his own thoughts; "well
should I decide to sell him, like the last two, you'll get your standard
ten percent fee for use of your computer and camera but nothing more. I'm
not so sure I want to sell this one. There is something about his
defiance that intrigues me. If he had the proper setting and instructors
he could be one of the finest sex slaves in the world. Then you see, his
selling price would even be that much more lucrative. Just because the
African well to do folks like to have lily white boys to fuck, doesn't
mean that they will properly take care of him either. I've read where
some of the boys over there have died from being severely punished. It's
hard enough to get these boys to disappear from America without a trace,
and I wouldn't want to see them end up buried under a ton of fucking
camel shit in some God forsaken nation that brutalizes slaves."

            "What the fuck should you care what happens to these
cocksuckers?" , shouted the store owner.

            "Careful what you say there, pal; I might just decide to keep
your son as a slave instead of treat him like one of the family. After
all we've done for him which includes his stay with us last night and
letting him fulfill a dream of his by allowing him to play with this
slave boy," the mayor said; as he pushed the store owner aside and went
into the store to get himself a cup of coffee.

            I watched, with interest, as the owner followed the mayor
into the store. I could hear the sound of their voices but couldn't make
out what they were yelling about; but, I could easily see them pointing
fingers at one another through the big front window; as I slowly,
unnoticeably, pulled my legs together just in the slightest case that
someone would walk past the truck. The other two men looked at each other
and one of them suggested that they get into the store before a fight
started.

            I sat in silence, forgetting about the men inside the store;
as there was nothing I could do or say that would have any effect on the
outcome of their minor disturbance.

            If I had heard properly, the kid from the grocery store is
the son of this guy. I couldn't help but to think that there was a
connection between the two men and their two sons. Something odd, yet
interesting about this whole situation; but once again I found myself
thinking about things that I had no say in or control of.

            Time seemed to elude me, as I reverted to thinking about my
past life. The years of college, the hours of study; followed by several
good, long and hard, years working all seemed a distant memory. My
vacation, turned into a life changing week; of sucking cock, drinking
piss, licking rectums and being made to look like a bald headed geek were
just a few of the many extreme changes now in my life. Every part of
every day has been structured around teaching, training and punishments.
If I could think of anything else, I wouldn't be currently thinking about
becoming a slave to some rich guy in a foreign country. If I couldn't
escape my fate; I had to come up with some way to impress the mayor so
much, that he wouldn't sell me off. Hopefully, I would have enough time
to think of something.

            One of the men came out of the store and handed me a mug of
coffee, telling me that it appeared to him, that the mayor would be a
while longer. I sipped the coffee and it tasted bitter; really bitter for
coffee to taste. Another sip and I realized that the coffee had been
combined with a good amount of piss. I didn't seem to hesitate, as I
continued to drink. I noticed the men looking out the window at me,
apparently thinking that I would have set the mug down, then I watched as
the men disappeared from standing around the woodstove; which really
meant that I was out here all alone, for anyone to see.

            Minutes passed, as I waited anxiously for the men to return
and head back to camp. Finally after about half an hour the trio of men
emerged from the store and loaded into the front of the truck and we were
soon headed back to camp; with only one small cardboard box having been
tossed into the truck with me. But the time alone had given me some time
to think about my own situation; how much I disliked some things and how
much I liked others.  What seemed odd, perhaps silly, were the things I
seemed to like now, would have made me sick to my stomach just two weeks
earlier in my former life.


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