Shakey Psyche

The Joseph Experience

Chapters 11-20

Chapter 11
Framed

As the dinner finished, Мастер went to his study to finish up some work. Pavel and I worked with the other slaves to finish clearing the table. I told Roman not to wait up for me and he snickered.

"Well done you," he said with a casual smile. I looked up and saw Yurgi looking like the devil himself. I motioned for him to go outside and asked Roman to finish his duties. I needed to have this out with him right now.

"What is your problem?" I asked in Kazakh.

"I don't like you," he said plainly.

"No shit, Yurgi, I could figure that one out for myself. It isn't my fault that you had to give this up." I said, pointing at my brass collar. "The way Pavel says it; you screwed up too many times. Don't blame me for your mistakes, pal."

With that, he took a swing at me with his fist. It wasn't an unexpected move, so I was ready for it and ducked. I brought my fist up to his diaphragm (a move I saw Brad use on a kid that was my age; nice, huh?) and he bowled over at the middle. With his back exposed, I brought my elbow down hard on the top of it. He hit the ground on his hands and knees fairly hard.

I backed off to let him get up. I figured that it was over then and there. I was partly right; he let it go when he got up. He looked at me as if he could kill me with a stare, but he was unwilling to have another go at me. With another contemptible look, he turned and walked away.

"Well done, Sasha," I heard a voice say from behind me.

"Can't I just have him executed, Pavel?" I remarked as I turned to leave the scene. He chuckled at the joke and we finished the evening chores. Afterward, I pulled Roman aside for a second before heading upstairs.

"Why don't you spend the night with Pavel? It is his last night in the castle, after all."

"Good idea," he said, thoughtfully. "Have fun with Мастер."

"Goodnight, brother," I said and he bid me the same.

I made my way to the master's bedroom to find it empty. This had happened once or twice so far, and to this point, I always waited for him. But he was wanting something special tonight with my nipple rings, so I decided to give it to him. I went to the bed and thought about what to do for him. Then it hit me.

I took the belt off my waist and tied it to the crossbar that connected the posts at the foot of the bed. The freed cloth was laid on the bed while I got two of my spare ones from his dresser and tied them to the bed posts at the foot. I tied my ankles to each of them as tight as I could without injuring myself, spreading my legs as wide as they could go. I then proceeded to the next step.

The hanging end of my belt was tied into a noose. I then took the breech on the bed and tied it around my eyes for a makeshift blindfold. I reached up and linked the bracelets together through the noose and pulled it tight. I was now stuck as an offering to my master. I hoped that he wouldn't take too long before he got there. I was not all that good at waiting, but now I was forced to do just that.

I felt the cool, early autumn air blow through the room and it raised goose-flesh on different areas of my skin. A lot of things went through my mind in the short time I was tied there, not the least of which was a simple question. What if it isn't Мастер that finds me like this? As if on cue, I heard the door open and close behind me. Foot steps followed but only briefly.

"Well now, you've gotten yourself into a bind, Sasha. Haven't you?" Thankfully it was Мастер that I heard.

"It's for you, sir," I answered.

He was behind me quicker than I thought.

"What if it wasn't me that came in?" he asked, and I thought I caught a hint of playfulness in his voice.

"Well, Мастер, that thought did cross my mind a few times, but that was after I pulled the noose tight. But I knew that you were the only one allowed to come in here besides me and Roman."

He hummed his answer to me and then I heard him undressing. A few minutes later, I felt him behind me again. He reached up and I felt the belt become slacker and I thought that he was letting me down, but then it went real, real tight. My body was pulled up harder, but not to its painful limits. It was just enough to become uncomfortable, nothing else.

Once the belt was secured tighter, then I felt his hands begin roving around different parts of my young body. Then the reason for all this happened; the ring in the left nipple was pulled out. I squirmed in my bonds as he made it a little painful. It was let go and a finger flicked it after that. I grunted at that attack. He kept playing with my nipple rings on and off over the next half hour or so while he prepared to enter me from behind.

I knew what he was doing from the sounds that I heard. He put a small bench at the foot of the bed to kneel on to get the right height for buggering my hole. Just as he slid his cock inside me once again, he pulled on both of my nipple rings simultaneously. I grunted at that as well. The pain was something else, but it mixed well with the pleasure of the sex with him.

Each time he pushed inside me, my nipples were pulled on. His hands never left my breasts during the entire time he had me there. I endured a longer, more powerful mating than usual at that time, but it was worth it. For the first time in my life, I came without any stimulation to my cock. As usual, I clenched down on his, sending him into oblivion with me.

I felt the belt slacken fully, and I collapsed onto the bed; spent. He unlinked the bracelets for me and removed the blindfold. Then we both just laid there recovering. It felt good to just lie there after such an intense experience. Finally, he slid off the bed and after pulling out of me, made his way to the bathroom. I reached down and untied my ankles from the two cloths.

I crawled into his bed and just collapsed again. I wasn't aware of what position I had put my body in when I caved, but my legs were wide open and my arms by my side. I was actually on the verge of falling asleep when I felt a wet cloth cleaning up my backside. It startled me and I turned to see Мастер wiping up his cum.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Exhausted, Мастер, but I can do that," I said, offering to take the cloth from him.

"Sometimes the servant needs to be served," he said with a smile.

He finished cleaning me up with a kiss and a swat to my derrière before returning the cloth to the bathroom hamper. The bed moved as he climbed in next to me.

"Pavel leaves tomorrow, doesn't he?" I asked him and he nodded. "What happens now?" I was usually a little more casual with the conversations when it was just the two of us alone. Pavel told me he lets him get away with it as well. He also said that Мастер almost prefers it that way; more intimate.

"You mean taking over his job?" he asked and it was my turn to nod. "Well, I believe that you will do just fine, Sasha."

"But what if I make a mistake, sir," I came back to him with.

"Then you make a mistake. It's arrogant to believe that you will never make a mistake, Sasha. As long as you learn from it and it wasn't something of a catastrophe, then we will go on with life. You are going to make mistakes along the way, everyone does, but as long as you learn from them, then you will still earn the right to wear that collar."

"And Yurgi didn't learn?"

"Yurgi was not only not willing to learn, he was not willing to do more than was necessary. He will only do the minimum to get the job done. For instance, he would never have thought about the rings in your chest or what you did to yourself before I came in the room. He will never grow beyond what he is now and I believe that you will."

That was the last thing I remember before sleep claimed me. I woke up alone the next morning. I showered quickly, made the master's bed and headed down to breakfast. I was saying goodbye to a friend today. As I was heading into the dinning room, Pavel and Roman were walking up the stairs. We bid each other good morning and finished the walk together.

"Did you have fun last night?" Pavel asked.

"It was a good night. That's all I'm going to say about it." I told them with a smug smile on my face. Both snickered and we entered the room. I was about to ask them about their night, but as we entered, I noticed that one slave was missing; Yurgi. I sighed and as I was about to leave to go find him, he walked in the room.

"Just where were you?" I asked him.

"Taking a piss, if you don't mind," he shot back.

I decided not to pursue the argument further. Although I wasn't too sure of his answer, I accepted it at the time. We ate breakfast as usual and followed both Pavel and Мастер out front to bid him farewell. I hugged him and thanked him for all the instruction. He smiled and hugged me back. He told each of the slaves goodbye and gave a final wave as he rode away in the car. I was the last one to leave as we turned back into the house.

After that, Мастер went to work for the rest of the morning. At lunch, he told me that he wanted to address the staff and slaves following the meal. I told each of the slaves what he had told me. When he finished eating, he stood to talk to us.

"Just this morning, I have found some money missing from my wallet. Now, the amount is not significant. What is significant is that there is someone dishonest in my house. And I will find out who it is."

A search was made of the castle and nothing was found. As the slaves' uniforms left nothing to the imagination, obviously, we didn't take it, so we weren't searched. The staff was searched, but no money was discovered on them. Мастер confided in me and told me to keep my eyes open. I nodded and said that I would. It was quite alarming that something like this had happened. My master told me that this had never occurred before.

Throughout the next few days, everyone was on edge due to the theft. I watched everyone, including the staff. Of course I couldn't be everywhere, but I got a good handle on things. When a small, but expensive, vase came up missing toward the end of the week, Мастер was visibly pissed off.

This time, he was determined to find it. Money was easily hidden, but the vase was something that didn't quite fit into small places. The slaves, including myself and Roman, were moved into the study. The staff was put into the dinning room. Boris watched the staff while I kept an eye on the slaves. The search lasted the entire day, but finally, Мастер walked into the room carrying the vase.

I smiled when he walked in; finally this was over and the identity of said thief was being revealed. He motioned for me to come to him and I did, figuring he was going to tell me where he found the vase.

"We found this in your room, Sasha," he stated, blandly, while holding the piece. I blanched, realizing that he was implicating me in this.

"I don't know how that got there, Мастер," I said, with my hands out.

Then he showed me the money. "This was under your mattress as well. I guess you don't know about this, either?" I shook my head, but I was getting nowhere with him.

Without so much as a chance to plead my case further, his hand shot to my throat and grabbed me hard enough to choke. I grabbed his wrists as he yanked me along the corridor behind him. Not another word was spoken as he led me away.

He took me down the set of stairs that Pavel showed me leading to 'The Chamber', as it was called. I was now scared for my life again. The past month or so was great, but now, I was deathly afraid of what was going to happen to me.

We traveled down several stairs before coming to the bottom. An open door was waiting for us that led to a dark room. He tossed me into the room and shut the door behind him. I rolled over and wound up on my side after being thrown down. I assumed a slave's position as he turned on a light above us.

"Why, Sasha? You had everything at your command in my house. Why did you want to steal these things from me?" He not only looked angry, but disappointment, hurt and resentment were on his face as well.

"I didn't steal them, Мастер," I pleaded again. It fell on deaf ears.

He walked over and removed my brass collar, telling me it was no longer mine. My bracelets and anklets were removed next. The last vestiges of dignity were taken when my breech and its belt were ripped from me. I begged him to reconsider this, but I got nowhere with him. I was in tears trying to convince him, but he would have none of it.

I had been so focused on him, that I hadn't taken in my surroundings. He knew the room very well, though. He stepped forward, grabbed my right wrist, and yanked it upward. I felt a metal cuff clamp shut around it. He did the same with my right wrist and I looked up; the cuffs were secured to a bar hung from the ceiling by a chain. My ankles were shackled by cuffs chained to the floor. He walked to the wall and pulled a chain. My body was pulled upward and stretched to its limits.

"Your punishment will now begin, Sasha," he said, walking behind me.

Chapter 12
Punishment and Prophecy

"I trusted you, Sasha," Мастер said as he walked around, making a circle. He had a wicked looking board in his hand. It was flat with holes all along its length.

"I didn't steal those things, Мастер," I said one more time.

"Now a liar and a thief," he said and swung the paddle against my helpless backside. SWAT! I screamed at the empty room. Again, SWAT, and again another scream from me. SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, came three more, eliciting three loud shrieks of pain from me.

I was begging him to stop hitting me, but he continued, unheeded. I was in agony and he had just started. Once again, he demonstrated his master's touch at whatever he does. But this time, I was not getting the benefits of pleasure from it.

That paddle landed on my buttocks over twenty times before he was satisfied with the results. He moved on to the next level of my punishment by setting the paddle down. I felt him move up behind me again and without warning, something was shoved roughly up my rectum. It was so far inside me, I could feel it turn the bend into my intestines. A belt was wrapped around my waist with a strap between my legs to keep the object inside me. Clips were mounted to both of my nipple rings with cords leading away from them back behind me.

I was just about to wonder what this was for, and then I found out. Electricity was shot through my nipples and rectum, and I screamed bloody murder at the pain. It felt like fire ants had attacked my whole insides. It lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like it was much longer.

"That was the first setting, Sasha," he said without joy. Even though he was the one doing this to me, I got the distinct impression he hated doing it. "This is one level up from that."

Another jolt of electricity coursed through me, and I screamed again. It WAS more powerful than the first one. He made it last longer than the first surge, but when it was done, I hung my head in exhaustion. Another shock sent me into fits of screams again. He kept that up; shock then rest, shock then rest. It seemed to go on forever before he stopped the torture.

I was nearing unconsciousness when he stopped, but I knew it ceased. My mind was swimming with feelings of torment as I knew this was far from over. I was never more so right in my life. After putting the electric shock machine away, leaving the probe in me and the clips on my nipples, he walked up with a box. It was just a simple box, until he opened it. Inside the box were needles; thirty of them.

As tired as I was, I tried to get away from those things. It was a useless effort. He took my right hand and pulled my forefinger out. Then sudden and intense pain erupted from the finger as he thrust a needle under its nail. I screamed as if I had not been doing it at all. He didn't stop with just the one finger. I felt every single needle go under the nails on both hands.

I think I passed out after he put the seventh one in the middle finger of my left hand. Oh, I did try and stop it my closing my hands into fists, but he jabbed my hand hard enough to make me open them up for him. When he was finished with my fingers, he went to my toes and I groaned as he knelt down. Once the big toe was jabbed, I knew that I was in store for further agony.

When the toes were finished, he moved up to my testicles. I screamed anew as the first one shot through my scrotum. Two needles punctured each one, leaving six of them left. Two needles were passed vertically through my nipples behind my nipple rings. The last four remained in the box.

Throughout the whole agonizing procedure, I had passed out a total of five times, but each time he woke me back up with ammonia under my nose. He made sure that I felt every single one piercing me. I begged and pleaded the whole time, with tears streaming down my face as well. It wasn't just the pain, although that had a lot to do with it, it mainly had to do with someone that I loved and admired delivering it all to me.

When all the needles were in, he took the clips off my nipple rings, but turned the electricity machine back on. An electrical jolt shot from my forefinger through my body and to the probe inserted in my rectum. The pain was more than I could bear, and I passed out again. I was reawakened and he touched the second finger with the contact, completing the circuit with my body. Another scream escaped my raw, parched throat.

He touched all twenty needles in turn before giving my body a break. He didn't touch that thing to the needles piercing my nuts or nipples. That much I was thankful for. He set down the electric clip. Then he pulled out the needles vertically piercing my nipples and then the ones through my small nuts. I was thinking it was all over with, but he simply turned and left the room.

The light was turned out and I was hanging in my pain and agony. Sweat and tears poured off me and dripped onto the floor. The only sounds that kept me company were my own sobs. Time passed, and it seemed like forever that I just hung there in misery. My aching body cried out for relief from the constant position I was put into, but none came and I had to endure it; alone.

I didn't know how long it was before the door opened again and an older slave named Uri came and gave me some bread and water. He didn't speak, smile or do anything but give me the meager meal. When he was finished, he took the plate and left the room as he had entered.

An unknown amount of time passed again before the door opened a third time. It was Uri again with the same meal and the same behavior. I knew it was morning now, as his hair was wet after just having taken a shower for the day. I wasn't aware that the whole night had passed, but it had. I guess I had slept some, but couldn't be sure. It still felt like the world could have ended during that time. Two more identical meals were delivered by Uri and then nothing.

It was now night and the castle was going to sleep. I was aching in places that I thought didn't exist on my body. I kept trying to get them worked out some how, but my moving room was next to nil. As I hung there, I started to blink as light began to fill the room. I looked up to see a man dressed in pure white robes standing before me.

He was tall and slim with a very kindhearted face. He had a demeanor about him that almost commanded me to want him. He smiled and motioned for me to come to him. I tried, but the bonds prevented me from doing so. He snapped his slim fingers and my arms fell to my side instantly and my feet were free.

I seemed to float to him. I don't remember touching the ground as he drew me closer. Warmth surrounded me and I felt safer than ever before in my life. As I got to his side, he knelt down to my eye level to speak to me.

"Hello, Sean," he said in a melodious voice.

"Are you God? Am I dead?" I asked and he laughed lightheartedly.

"No, you are not dead and I am not God. My name is Caleb. I am a helper and guardian of some humans. But we can talk about that later. Right now, you need some rest." The last thing I remember was him touching my forehead with his forefinger.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up under a tree with Caleb sitting next to me. I uncurled my lithe body and stretched it out. I turned to see the marks left by the paddle had disappeared. My fingers and toes were also healed. I also noticed my breech was back on my hips. He reached down and plucked one of my nipple rings.

"This was an adventurous addition," he said. I giggled and covered up my chest with my arms. When I stood up, I took a look around us. We were in the middle of a green field of grass with no sign of the torture chamber in sight.

"It's nowhere around us right now, Sean," Caleb said, knowing what I was looking for.

"Will I have to go back there?" I asked.

"Yes, but not for a while. First, we need to talk a while and let you gather your strength before your return. You are very special, Sean. Do you know why?"

"I'm not that special," I said, looking down at my feet. He lifted my head by my chin to get me to look at him.

"Yes you are," he said with a great deal of calming confidence.

"I'm just a slave, Caleb," I retorted.

"Even slaves have made a difference in the past, Sean. And you will make a difference in the lives of the people of Kazakhstan. You have a destiny that you do not know about yet, but will happen very soon. You and Julian will usher in an era of prosperity for those people that they have never seen in their entire history."

"Me?"

"Yes, you," he said, chuckling. "I cannot tell you everything, but I can tell you some things you will need to know. Soon, your master will find out that he has made a mistake. You must forgive him of this and continue your lessons there. If you don't do this, you will die shortly thereafter. Understand so far?"

I nodded and he continued. As he began talking again, we walked down a hill towards a small river running through the meadow.

"Very soon, war will break out in that country and you will lead them in a revolution. That will cause other smaller nations in the area to rally around you and your country. Eventually, Kazakhstan will be the most powerful country in the area and a force to be reckoned with by all the nations of the world."

"And I will be in charge of it?" I asked incredulously. "I'm only eight, for crying out loud. I don't know how to run a castle, much less than a war and a country."

"Nevertheless, you will do it. You have strength and wisdom that even you don't know about. My only word of advice about this is; rely on your and others' strengths. Never doubt your abilities and you will never go wrong."

"You must have the wrong guy, Caleb," I said, trying to convince not only him, but myself. He laughed at the comment.

"You aren't the first to say that, Sean. Moses, Daniel, and even Noah said that at one time. I am sure that I have the 'right guy'." He was smiling, but I got the feeling that he wanted to drop it. And I did, but my mind was still filled with questions. Before I was able to ask them, he continued.

"When the war is over, you must guide your people through rebuilding and replenishing, as a famine will hit the other areas in that region. Other nations of what is called 'The Middle East' will come to rely on you and your new country for just about everything. You will have the power to decide who survives and who doesn't until your days are over. You may not think so right now, but that is your destiny, Sean."

"And what about Мастер?" I asked, still concerned about him even through the torture session.

"He will be taken care of, never you mind about him." He seemed to be looking off in the distance at something and then turned back to me again. "Race you to the lake," he said and took off.

Not being one to turn down any challenge, I took off after him. We both laughed as we ran. It seemed my feet didn't touch the ground at all, but I was flying above it to some degree. All at once, we reached the lake simultaneously and dove into the water. When we surfaced, I noticed that his robe was gone. I reached down to find that my breech was also missing.

"The clothing is on the lakeshore, Sean," he said and dunked my head under the water. I came up gasping for air to hear him laughing at me. I splashed him with the water and we got into a water fight. That lasted a while till both of us were tired out a little and we decided to climb out.

After getting out, our skin seemed to dry itself as we walked up the incline out of the water. He turned to sit on the grass, spreading his legs slightly. I looked down to see that he didn't have any genitalia at all, or any hair between his legs. I sort of jerked my head back as I saw it all. He smiled and motioned for me to sit in front of him. Being used to sitting like that with both Julian and Мастер, I naturally did the same with Caleb.

As we sat there looking out over the lake, his hands moved to my naked sex. I moved mine to circle around his wrists and just hold them. My cocklet began growing almost immediately upon his gentle touch. It felt as wonderful as when Мастер molests my boy stick. I sighed and leaned back into his chest.

"That feels wonderful, Caleb," I said, more to myself than to him.

"Are you ready for something even better?" he whispered into my ear. I nodded, thinking that he was going to stroke me to orgasm, but I was wrong.

Something warm began to slip into my boy's hole. I was a little stunned at not seeing a dick before, but I didn't move away from him. It felt fleshy, but not like a man's cock. It was more like a small worm searching around for soft ground to dig through. I opened my legs a little wider to allow whatever it was to have its way with me.

It slipped inside me without any invasive pain. On the contrary, it actually felt nice and soothing as it slipped into me. I gave into the feelings more and more as Caleb continued to stroke my stiffened rod with his hands. While my cock was certainly being tended to, the worm that had found its way inside me began expanding. The growth was increasing exponentially, but it wasn't painful to either my rectal muscles or sphincter.

Even though the girth of whatever was inside me would normally have me squealing in pain, it seemed to not cause any type of discomfort here. It was almost heavenly to have both sides of my sex being cared for in such a way. All at once, the thickened 'worm' began moving, but Caleb didn't move his hips to cause the movement. I still felt his legs on the outside of my hips. His hands didn't stop moving around my immature sex while the organ inside me slid in and out of my backside. Every so often that organ would hit something inside me that caused extreme pleasure to surge through me.

I was building towards an orgasm that I had never had. I didn't think my mind could handle such sensations without totally unraveling itself. As it got closer and closer, I held onto Caleb's thighs and began digging my nails into them without realizing it.

When it hit me, I felt like the whole universe had exploded through my very soul. To try and explain that feeling with words, would be impossible. Giving a close analogy to the differences in orgasms, it would be the difference between watching a show with your favorite place in the world and actually going there. It's the difference between barely sensing it and actually experiencing it.

When it was over, I felt energized, not tired. I actually wanted more of it from Caleb, but he wouldn't give it any longer. The organ that had infiltrated my body withdrew and he took his hands away from my groin. I turned to look at him and, like Oliver, wanted more of it. But his hand rose to tell me, no.

"It's time to return you to the cell," he said sadly.

I opened my mouth to argue, but all was dark again with a touch of his finger.

Chapter 13
Redemption

I woke to find myself on the floor of the torture chamber. It was totally dark, and I thought I was blind for a second until the light came on in the room. The door opened to allow Uri to give me my breakfast, or so I thought. Мастер walked in the room instead of his slave, accompanied by Roman. They both ran over to me with Roman kneeling down to check on my condition.

That was the last thing I saw again as darkness claimed me once more. It felt like I was floating until I landed on something soft. I didn't bother opening my eyes, I just let it overtake me. I remember bits and pieces of the time I spent there, before I finally woke up fully. It was early morning. I eased myself out of bed and went to the balcony. The sun was just creeping up in the sky to my right as the door to the room opened behind me.

Roman walked in then over to me. I turned and he smiled as our eyes met. We hugged each other for a long time just standing on the terrace, letting the day come into its own. When we parted, he had tears in his eyes. I asked him why he was crying.

"I thought you were dead when we found you in the room," he said as I wiped his face off. "How did you get loose? Мастер told me that he had you tied up and there was no way in the world you could have gotten out by yourself."

"If I tell you something, will you keep it to yourself?" I asked and he nodded. "I mean forever, Julian." He stepped back a second, then nodded again, knowing I was serious. "This is something you're not going to believe, but it's the truth…" I began, and then told him what happened with Caleb and the meadow.

By the time I was finished telling him the tale, we finished our breakfast. He had a look of a person that wasn't quite sure I was telling the truth. I told him I had no reason to lie; how else could I have gotten out of the bars and cuffs? He accepted it after that, but looked at me differently. It was almost as if he was in awe of me.

"You do seem different, Sean," he said.

"Remember what Pavel said; that those that go into that chamber never come out and if they do, they are never the same again?" He nodded. "Maybe what I saw and experienced was some sort of hallucination. But if that were true, then who got me out of the cuffs? No one else was down there, and the other slaves knew better than to help me."

"I suppose…," he said, then faded his thought out into oblivion.

"Why were you down there, anyways?" I asked him.

"Мастер found out that you were telling the truth after all," he said. I asked him how. "Yurgi told Feliks that he had planted the money and vase in your room, not realizing that Feliks and Ivan were lovers; they kept that from everyone. You know how Ivan is towards us, and the two of them told Мастер. I don't think I've ever seen someone that angry before when he heard them. He sent for me and the two of us came down to get you immediately.

"And Мастер said that he wants to see you when you're strong enough," he said, finishing the tale.

I nodded in acknowledgment. I got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom for a much needed piss. After the morning tinkle, I stuck my head back through the door.

"Care to join me for a shower?" I asked, with a smirk.

"Thought you'd never ask," he said, shirking off his breech.

A kiss sealed our love for one another as we began feeling each other's body. As the water ran over our youthful frames, our hands followed the familiar curves of each lover's physique. It was almost like being back in that meadow with Caleb. Almost, but not quite. We sank down to the floor to begin sucking the opposite one's cock. Fingers began to probe the other's smooth rear entrances almost immediately.

It seemed to take us a while before either of us came, but we were in no hurry. We just let it happen when it did. He came first, followed shortly by my own climax. Once we recovered, we began again. It was as if we couldn't get enough of the other. Orgasmic pleasure washed over us quicker that time, but not as intense as the first one.

We washed the others' body, then climbed out of the shower. We each donned our breeches and bracelets. My brass collar was waiting for me beside the bed. It felt good to have it back on again. The two of us left my room, heading for the downstairs area. We parted ways as we got to Мастер's study; he headed for the library to study and I went to talk to my master. I opened the door to find him sitting in his chair by the fireplace.

"Мастер?" I asked, as I closed the door.

When he saw me standing there, he ran to me, falling to his knees at my feet. Unexpectedly, he grabbed me around my waist, and began weeping uncontrollably. Not knowing what to do, I just stood there, flabbergasted. It took some time before he gained control of his faculties enough to talk to me. When he did, he sank to the floor, prostrate before me. Again, I was shocked by this behavior.

"Please forgive me, Sasha," he said to the floor.

Once again, unsure of what to do with this, I just stood there listening to his cries. A small eternity passed before I did anything. I knelt down and cautiously placed my hand on his shoulder.

"I forgive you, Мастер," I said quietly. It was all I could think of to say or do. Without warning, he grabbed my waist again, sobbing even louder. I almost fell over backward when he launched himself at me, but I was able to regain my position. I wrapped my arms around his head for a while, listening to him weep. I wasn't sure if they were tears of joy or what.

Soon, his crying dried up and he released me to sit back. He wouldn't look at me in the face. I took the lead by leaning forward to look in his eyes. I smiled up at him as best as I could. He tried to look away, but I caught him by the cheek with my right hand. I planted a kiss on his lips, sealing what I had already done; forgiven him. When we parted, I spoke to him with a renewed authority.

"But that forgiveness comes with a price," I said firmly. He closed his eyes, probably wondering what that price really was. "That torture chamber is never to be used again, Мастер." He nodded. I got the feeling that even if I didn't set that rule, he would probably never use it again, anyway. I was wrong in that assumption as I was about to find out.

I stood up with my hand out to him. He took it and stood as well. We looked at each other and smiled. He wiped the tears from his eyes and face. We seemed to have an unspoken agreement from there on. It was almost like we were peers; almost, but not exactly.

"Where's Yurgi, Мастер?" I asked. His lip curled into an ugly sneer at the name.

"Downstairs, Sasha, where he will remain," he said.

"That room is not to be used, Мастер," I said again.

"But," he began and I cut him off.

"I know what he did, sir, but I meant what I said about that room. Besides, I have a better idea for Yurgi," I told him with a smile. He acquiesced to what was agreed upon earlier. I asked him if I could have Uri bring him to the dinning room.

"I leave his punishment to you, Sasha," he said.

"And afterward?" I asked.

"He will be disposed of," he said with malice in his voice.

"Let him live, Мастер. He doesn't deserve it, but I want him to live. I might regret it later, but I don't like the idea of killing unnecessarily."

"As you wish, Sasha. The slaves are your responsibility."

"We will need another one to have him replaced, though," I said, with some regret. I really didn't want to have him replaced. I would much rather have him learn from his mistakes, but I got the feeling that it was not going to happen.

I left him in his study and headed to the dinning hall. I met Uri along the way. He bowed to me as I stopped to tell him to get Yurgi from downstairs in an hour. He bowed to me again, telling me he would do as I asked.

"Has he been punished yet?" I asked him.

"No, Sasha. Мастер was waiting for you to do that," he answered in Kazakh. I nodded and dismissed him with a wave of my hand.

When I entered the dinning room, the slaves that were there cleaning bowed to me as I entered. I returned their salutes. I looked around for the perfect spot and found it on the other side of the table from where I was at the time. A picture hung from the wall where I picked the spot, but not for long.

I took the painting down, replacing it with a set of two eyebolts slightly more than shoulder-width apart from each other. Two more were placed the same distance apart close to the floor. I told Uri to get Ivan to help him bring Yurgi up from downstairs, but not to take the cuffs off him; just unclip them from the bindings. He nodded, then left to do as he was told. As both boys were a bit older and bigger than Yurgi, I figured that they could handle him without any real problems.

About ten minutes later, two boys burst through the door with a struggling third one between them. Yurgi saw me as I turned towards the door. I don't think I've ever seen anyone pale as fast as he did right then. I told the two to mount him to the wall, facing it. I smiled as his cuffs were clipped to each of the eyebolts in the wall. I told them to resume their duties. I had guessed accurately; he was placed at roughly the height of being able to be fucked by a reasonably sized adult cock.

I thought about telling Yurgi what I had in store for him, but I reconsidered and let his imagination run away with him. Soon enough, though, the staff and Мастер walked in for lunch. Each of them was shocked to see a ten-year-old tied to the wall, but didn't question the sight. I'm sure they all knew what had transpired before. Only Мастер didn't look surprised. He just looked to me and smiled. As he sat down to eat, I asked him to tell the staff and others to wait here for a few minutes after eating. He did as I asked and I assumed my regular position behind his chair. When everyone was finished eating, Мастер turned back to me and I stepped forward to address them all.

"As each of you knows," I began in Kazakh, "Yurgi framed me and I was punished for something I didn't do. Мастер has left his punishment up to me. After this afternoon, he is yours to do with as you please. Anyone may do as they want with him with no fear of reprisal.

"The only stipulations are; he is not to be untied from the wall, nor is he to be mutilated in any way or killed. He will remain there until I see fit that he has served his punishment enough. After that, he will be disposed of at my discretion. Are there any questions?"

No one said anything, but I saw some serious smiles on most of their faces. Apparently, Yurgi was not as popular as he thought.

"Alright, then, please leave the room to us for the remainder of the afternoon," I said in finality.

The staff and Мастер left us alone without a word, although I did see a few more smiles on their faces. I'm sure each of them was looking forward to the next several days. I had the slaves clean the table, excluding Roman. I motioned for him to come to me and I told him to get something from the stables. He smiled a huge smile and left.

I headed downstairs quickly while the slaves cleared the table and room. I retrieved the paddle my master had used on me and returned to the dinning hall. This part I was going to enjoy fully. I reentered the room just as the last slave was leaving with the dishes. As I walked up behind Yurgi, I noticed that his leg was shaking and a liquid was on the floor between his legs. I stuck my head into the door to ask one of the others to come clean it up as well as bring a bucket with him. The spot was cleaned and then the bucket was placed over the spot to prevent any further such accidents from soiling the floor.

Roman returned just as that slave was leaving us alone. He had in his hands just exactly what I had asked for; the bullwhip that was used to train the horses. He smiled and turned to leave. I asked him to stay, if he wanted. He wanted.

"Please, Sasha, please don't…," he began pleading. For an instant, I had a flash of my pleadings going unheeded with Мастер down in the torture chamber. I thought about that for a second.

"If you were innocent, I would not do this, Yurgi, but we both know different. Don't we?"

Crying was the best answer he could give me as I took my place behind him. I uncurled the whip, but stopped before using it. Roman gave me a questioning look. I turned back to Yurgi.

"Why, Yurgi?"

"Because I hated you, Sasha," he cried, scared at my reaction.

"And now?" I asked, wondering what his answer would be.

"I love you," he said.

"LIAR!" I shouted back at him, while bringing the full length of the bullwhip down on his back and buttocks. His scream could probably be heard on the other side of town.

Chapter 14
Vengeance

"Could I borrow your breech please, Roman?" I asked, turning to my friend. He smiled and handed it over. His belt was still strapped around his waist as he pulled the cloth through it by sucking in his breath. I took the cloth, but noticed something on it. A streak of slight brown was down its middle. "Filthy," I said under my breath, but smiled all the same.

"Open," I said as I walked up behind Yurgi. He wouldn't, so I kneed him in the nuts from behind. He opened his mouth to scream and the breechcloth slipped in nicely. I made sure Roman's skidmark was in his mouth as I tied it off behind his head.

I ran my finger down his back and buttocks where the whip had just lanced him. I smiled at the warmth of it. When I returned to Roman's side, I asked him to get some ammonia from the kitchen, soak a cloth in it, and put it in a bag. He looked at me with a queer look, but did as I asked. He walked out as the whip made contact for a second time on Yurgi's smooth skin.

That scream lasted as long as the first one, but thanks to the makeshift gag, it was quieter. When Roman returned, he was sporting a nice woody bouncing in front of him. I was eyeing Yurgi's back for another swing when it caught my attention.

"Like what you see?" I said, smirking at him.

"More, I like what I hear," he said with his own smirk as he laid the bag down with the ammonia-soaked cloth in it. I knew Roman well enough to know that it wasn't the fact that someone was in agony; it was the fact that Yurgi was the one in pain. Without further ado, I brought the whip down on him again, eliciting another scream from my intended victim.

Two more lashes of the whip had him whimpering in pain. Blood was seeping from each lash that lanced his skin. It thrilled me to no end to see what damage the whip had done to him. I took a break by leaning against the table next to Roman. I looked over to see my friend stroking his erect cocklet.

"Let me take care of that," I said, dropping to my knees in front of him. Without any invitation, I skillfully sucked his preteen cock into my mouth after pulling his foreskin back. Knowing what he liked, I began running my tongue over the head of his prick.

He gasped in some air as his hands flew to the sides of my head. I felt him pull my hair in the throws of his own passion. I didn't mind as I had done it to him dozens of times. The moans that Yurgi was making mixed with Roman's. Soon, I could tell my young lover was reaching his peak and I sped up my rhythm of sucking him off to get him there that much faster. He orgasmed just as I pulled him into my mouth, completing the cycle. He placed his hands on the table behind him to steady himself.

"How did that feel?" I asked as I stood back up.

"Wonderful," he said with a smile. He looked like he was about to return the favor, but I shook my head at him.

"Not now, brother. We can continue this tonight. Right now, I have some justice to hand out."

"Justice or revenge?" he asked seriously.

"Does it matter?" I asked back, noticing his tone and demeanor.

"Not to me, but I think it might matter to you," he said back. Without saying another word, he just turned back to look at Yurgi. I figured that the conversation was over with, so I also turned my attentions back to the older boy.

I walked up behind him to find that he was only semi-conscious. I pointed the bag to Roman and he handed it to me. I placed the rag close to his nose, and he woke back up fully. I was about to give it back to Roman when an idea struck me. I took the rag and ran it gently down his back and over the welts the whip had made. Yurgi screamed to the top of his lungs as the liquid stung him more than I could imagine.

"Now that I have your complete attention, Dumbass," I said when he calmed down enough to hear me, "let me tell you something. You owe me your life. Did you know that?

"Мастер was going to have you killed, but I convinced him otherwise. When we're done with you over the next few days, your fate will reside with me and only me. I'm still not totally sure what to do with you yet. But know that it will not be as pleasant as what I have in store for you here at the castle.

"Oh, and, don't worry; I won't rape you. I wouldn't sully my cock with your filth!"

And with that, I laid a kidney punch on his back that had him bellowing out in renewed pain. I kneed him in the nuts again and while he squirmed in further pain, I took my place behind him. I took the whip as Roman handed it to me and flayed the skin on his back one more time.

As Мастер wasn't interested in damaging me permanently, due to him still wanting me as a slave, I had no such reservations towards Yurgi. He was going to feel pain, pain, and more pain till I was satisfied at what he had done to me. It wasn't just the pain he had Мастер subject me to; it was the fact that he convinced him to distrust me. I knew that the master would never distrust me again, but for that brief time, he did.

Just as my master had done with me, I woke Yurgi up each and every time he had passed out due to the pain getting too extreme for him to handle. I didn't count them, but Roman did; there were over fifty lashes down his back, butt, and legs when I was totally done with him for the day. I made the whole session last until it was time to set up for dinner. Duties were duties, after all.

As dinner was being prepared and the table had to be set, all of the slaves walked in and giggled at Yurgi on the wall. Each of them looked at me to wonder what to do. I directed them as usual. I also told them that they could do what they wanted to Yurgi, as long as the dinner wasn't being neglected.

Мастер walked in after the staff to see a bloodied Yurgi hanging by his wrists on the wall. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I smiled as I stood in my place. They ate their meal with several glances at the new wall fixture. Many of the men had to readjust themselves while they ate.

When the dinner concluded, Мастер motioned for me to come to him.

"What are your plans for him now, Sasha?" he asked in a low whisper.

"As for now, Мастер, I was planning on just leaving him on the wall for everyone to enjoy at their leisure. After that, I wasn't too sure."

"So, you don't mind if I do what I want with him?"

My master was asking me for permission? I liked that. I told him that as long as he wasn't killed or let down off the wall even for a minute, then he could do as he wished. He nodded and I resumed my place behind him. I got the feeling that Мастер wasn't going to need my services for the night.

As the slaves cleaned the table, the staff left for the night. Мастер remained behind and had his gaze fixed on Yurgi. I smiled and went up behind the strung boy.

"And you thought I was rough," I said, and smacked his ass in passing.

Roman and I assisted the slaves in the kitchen to help the work go faster so Мастер could have his fun with Yurgi. I heard some snickering as they left through the dinning room before we did. Мастер was still just leaning against the table staring at him through cold, dead eyes. I even shuddered at the thought of what he was going to do to the boy.

The slaves escaped upstairs to their dorms while Roman and I took the opportunity to walk the grounds for some peace and quiet. When we were half way around the courtyard, we heard a muffled scream coming from the dinning room area. I smiled.

"Starting quickly, isn't he?" Roman commented.

"He did with me," I answered, looking at the ground.

"What did he do to you, anyways, Sean?"

I made sure he wanted to actually know before I told him of my ordeal in the room. He was shocked that someone would actually do such things. I think he now knew how serious of a situation we were in. Мастер was not to be trifled with on any level. Another scream from the direction of Yurgi and Мастер brought the tale to an end. We headed towards the back of the castle. I had an inspiration all of a sudden.

"How bout a short horseback ride?" I asked him.

"This late?" he asked. He was right; it was getting late in the evening, but I thought that we had enough light to take a short ride. I told him so, but he was still skeptical.

"Go wait in the stables, while I go ask Мастер."

He was okay with that arrangement. We split up as I headed towards the dinning room again. I entered to find Yurgi just as I left him, but with Мастер's arm planted up his rectum. Brown and red ran from his torn sphincter down the master's arm and onto the floor. I looked at it, nonplussed.

"Мастер?" I asked as I approached him from behind. He turned to face me without withdrawing in his hand from inside the preteen boy on the wall. It was almost a surreal scene in the room. "May Roman and I take Blackrose out for a short ride?"

"It's getting late, Sasha," he said, with a look of caution.

"I know, but it'll be a short ride. I just want to leave the castle for a little while."

I think he could understand that as he nodded his permission. I smiled and bowed to him as expected. As I reached the door leading to the kitchen (it was a shorter journey this way), I stopped to turn back to the odd pair.

"You should unclip him from the wall briefly to clean that up, Мастер. And may I suggest that tongues make excellent cleaning tools?"

He grinned and I left for the stables. Roman was waiting for me as I finished the short trek to the stables.

"What in the world is He doing to him?" Roman asked as I approached.

"You don't want to know; trust me," I said with a wave of my arm across my chest.

He nodded and we headed to Blackrose's stall. He was a stallion that was exceptionally fine and still fit. He was still pretty much in his prime, so we had to be careful with him. He wasn't wild, just powerful.

We harnessed him up and placed the blanket on his back. I was about to get the saddle, when Roman shook his head at me. I asked him why not.

"My cousin had a horse back in England, and I always wanted to ride her bareback," he said with a small grin.

"Your cousin or the horse?" I asked him with a smirk.

"Oh, you're a funny one," he looked back at me. I shrugged and we chuckled a little.

He removed his breech and climbed on the horse's back. I got the gist of what he wanted and removed mine also before climbing aboard.

He took the reigns and squeezed his side with his heel. As the person in the back, I held onto Roman around his waist, as to not fall off. Blackrose took off into a slow gallop. We made it out of the stables and onto the grounds. I moved one hand up to his right nipple and stroked it. He arched his back as I played with it. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

"Like that?" I asked. He nodded and I continued with the opposite nipple. As he drove the horse around the trail, I continued to molest his chest peaks. Soon, we came to a stopping point in a bare open area. Roman tied the reigns to a tree limb and then reached behind to grab my head in his hands.

We were so close together, that I knew my nipple rings were probably embedding themselves into his back. My erection was certainly doing the same thing to his lower back; I felt it.

"You can have me if you want to, Sasha," he said, leaning forward to place his chest on Blackrose's neck. His pink rose was just waiting for me to prick it.

"You're sure?" I asked as he once asked me. He nodded and I scooted up closer to him. I lowered my dick down to his waiting flower and he eased back onto it. I grabbed his hips once my stiffy was lined up properly with its goal. He sat back further and my cocklet slipped inside him with minimal effort.

Roman had grabbed onto Blackrose's mane for support as I rode up inside him. He grunted slightly at the initial insertion, but otherwise made no adverse sound at it. To me, it was heavenly to be inside him. It was the first time I had penetrated my friend, and it was worth the wait. It was like having my cock surrounded by warm butter.

The horse snorted a couple of times, probably because he could tell what we were doing on his back, but didn't do anything about it. Roman laid pretty much still as I slipped in and out of his backside. My cock continued pumping into my friend while he allowed me to have it. He never sat up enough to give me access to his cock. I tried once to slip my hand under him, but he leaned down harder onto the horse's neck and body.

Soon enough, I was building towards that now familiar sensation of sensory explosion that we all strive for. He felt it also and began moving his hips and butt in time with my thrusts to help me get there. When it washed over me, I felt like I was with Caleb again as he had molested me on that bank. It wasn't as powerful, but it still felt as nice. I lay down on his back, soothing his side and chest.

"That felt wonderful," I said to the back of his head.

"I agree," he commented with a smile.

I think Blackrose snorted in disgust as he knew what we had just done on his back; at least that was the impression we got from him. We snickered and untethered him from the tree. We made our way back to the castle giggling at our experience.

Chapter 15
Going Away

That Saturday morning, I had Uri take him down from the wall. He was taken to a bed where I told him to take care of Yurgi for the weekend. Many people were surprised by this move, but I had a plan. He did as I asked, and by Monday morning, Yurgi was pretty much back to health. At least he was walking upright.

He was dressed in street clothes and brought to me at the dinning room. As Uri led him down to the dinning room, I was waiting outside with a bag in hand. I nodded to the boy and he left me alone with him. I was not going to let him step foot into the room itself ever again.

"Your fate is in my hands, Yurgi," I said, flatly.

"What are you going to do with me, Sasha?" he asked, shaking a little.

"Inside the bag is some food, clothes and some money. It is enough to get you by for a while. You will leave the castle and never return. If I see you anywhere in this town, I will have you killed instantly, and you know I can. I suggest you go elsewhere.

"This is much more than you deserve, Yurgi, so I suggest that you take it and let it all go. Мастер wanted to kill you right off. I'm giving you a second chance to make something of yourself. Don't waste it."

He nodded in acknowledgement to me. I held out my hand, palm up. He didn't understand until I pointed to his collar. He undid it and handed it over to me. I handed him the bag and he departed the castle silently.

"You were more lenient than he deserves," a voice behind me said.

"I know, Ivan, but I want to give him a chance to make a life. I guess we'll never know if it actually happens or not." I told him as he walked up beside me.

We watched Yurgi descend the road from the castle and disappear into the town. I was almost sad at having him leave. I wished he could have just gone on with things and let his anger and bitterness go, but that wasn't his way at the time. I learned something from a family friend a long time ago; bitterness is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die from it. It just doesn't work that way.

The rest of the week was painfully normal with one exception; my language lessons. When I began lessons again, I found that I had no problem learning different languages. It was as if I had spoken them for years; Kazakh, Russian, Spanish, even French was no problem to speak, read or write. Roman had a suggestion after a particularly easy lesson in Russian.

"Perhaps Caleb did something to you," he said as we were heading back to our suite. It was now pretty much 'our' suite as Roman was spending all of his time there anyway. His insight did make sense, though.

"It certainly makes things much easier, that's for sure," I commented back to him.

We kept the ability to ourselves as best as we could. I remember someone once saying that an advantage is only an advantage as long as no one else knows about it. As time rolled on, I found that I was able to understand all languages immediately upon hearing them. I was able to understand all that is going on in every negotiation if someone was trying to discuss something in their own language. It definitely gave me the upper hand.

That evening we decided to give Мастер a special surprise and went to his room. We took off our breeches and cuffs. Roman had brought some rope from down below for us to use in the next phase of our idea.

"We can do this together, Sasha," he said with a gleam in his eye.

Four lengths were cut from the rope first and tied to make four individual circles. Four more were cut to make small nooses. The free ends of the nooses were tied to both of our collars; one in the front, and one in the back. From there, we took the circles of rope and wound them around our wrists and ankles with the nooses between each wrist and ankle.

We laid down together facing each other, but our bodies were going in opposite directions. Our heads were close to each other, while our tails were on opposite sides of the bed. Each of us took a circle rope and slipped our feet through it with the noose from the other's back collar. We then wrapped our arms around the backs of our thighs and repeated the process with our wrists and the nooses from the front of our own collars.

"Ready?" he asked and I nodded. We each pulled and the nooses tightened, effectively tying ourselves up together. All we could do now was wait for our master to come take his gifts. We giggled for a few minutes at our predicament, but settled down shortly there after.

"Do you miss your family, Julian?"

"A little bit, sometimes. Why?"

"I was just wondering, that's all," I said, sort of looking downcast.

"Don't tell me you're missing yours," he said with an air of almost disgust.

"Not really missing them. Just sort of wishing they were here to see that they didn't kill me and to show them how good I'm doing without them."

"Sort of a 'revenge-by-getting-rich' kind of thing," he said with a simple smile.

"Yeah, kind of," I said with a smile of my own. We heard footsteps coming up the hall and decided to get quiet.

Мастер entered his suit and got a drink before coming into his bedroom; as was his custom. Roman was the one facing the door and he saw our master enter before I could see him at all.

"Now this is a welcomed sight," he said, with obvious relish. I could almost hear his cock getting stiff in his pants.

"We wanted to give you something to think about on your trip, Мастер," Roman said as he walked up to us and behind me.

At once I felt his hand caress my naked backside. I shuddered at his gentle touch as I normally do initially. His hand made its way up my side to my shoulder and over to my cheek. A finger traced my lips seductively. I opened my mouth for him and he slipped it inside for me to suck. A trip around my mouth and he pulled it out.

I heard and Roman saw him get undressed behind me. I could tell by the expression on my friend's face that Мастер was quite aroused. He stepped to the side of the bed and behind me. The rope connecting my ankles to Roman's collar was untied and retied to the railing running the length of the bed on that side. It raised my ankles up off the bed and put my anus at the appropriate height for fucking.

I held my breath as Мастер lined his cock up to my tightened rear hole. Some precum was added to lube me up and then he pressed it into my depths. I grunted at having him inside me for the first time in a while, but I was able to accept him easier as he continued inside.

I held onto my legs while he began fucking me properly. Unexpectedly, something wet made contact with my left cheek. I turned to see Roman tenderly kissing me. I returned his kiss as best as I could under the circumstances; mainly that I was getting fucked pretty hard by this time.

Even though my chest was close to my knees and thighs, there was enough room for Мастер to reach in and pull one of my nipple rings. I didn't mind in the least as the slight pain helped distract me from getting my asshole plowed by his cock.

All too soon, my master hit me hard with his pelvis and shot his semen inside my boy-cunt like he had done so many times before. He untied the rope leading to my wrists from my collar and the one keeping my legs raised. As he pulled his softened cock from my inner being, I untied the ropes holding my extremities together, and then the rope holding Roman's ankles to my collar. Before he could do anything, though, I retied the free end to the top of the bed as Мастер had done to me.

"Don't you look cute," I chided him playfully.

"Bugger off," he shot back.

"No thanks; already did it," I said, "but I do need some relief, though." It was true; my own cock was sticking straight out from my pubis.

I straddled his face and told him to open up. He dutifully opened his mouth and I sank my cock into it. Warmth rushed over me as the familiar sensation hit my cock. I eased my torso down to lay it on the bed, while my legs went down the sides of his body. I didn't go all the way down, as he did need to breathe after all, so I just stayed raised up on my elbows.

While we were engaged in our fun, Мастер had gone to the bathroom to get cleaned up after nailing me. When he returned, I saw him smile and walk around to stand behind Roman. I heard a muffled grunt from below me. I figured that my master had not recovered from sexing me, and I was right. He had shoved a finger inside my friend's anus as a replacement for his cock.

As I turned back to look away from them, I felt another finger of his touch my own hole. I didn't know what he had in mind until I felt him insert said finger and open the hole. The juices he had just deposited inside me ran out and down my balls. I snickered to the comforter as Roman began tasting our master's gift. He hungrily ate it up while sucking me off. It was such a turn on even more to know that, and I came after two more rhythmic pumps of my hips.

Knowing that my friend did need to breathe still, I remained where I was, even after the dry orgasm had hit me. But he wasn't finished his meal of cum yet. I felt his tongue reach out of his mouth and begin swiping the rest of it before it reached his lips. The effect was titillating on my immature nuts. The sensation felt so good, I wanted more of it and sat back to have him continue licking my small testicles.

My hands migrated to their favorite places when he was doing something like this; his wavy, blond hair. I was going crazy playing with it while he did his nut job on me, but then his tongue touched the barrier keeping the cum inside me. That gave a whole new sensation to me. My sphincter gripped closed at the touch, but the new feeling shot through me like electricity.

He was doing such a superb job of licking me that my cock had sprung to full attention again. Surprisingly, a grunt mixed with a groan came from under me and I looked back to see Мастер pushing his own erection into my young friend. I smiled and returned to my original pose. Again, without any other warning, a tongue found its way inside my pink flower and I gasped at the invasive worm. As it found its way inside, the last remnants of Мастер's deposit flowed out of me and into Roman's waiting mouth.

I shortly felt the bed begin to rock as Мастер started fucking Roman as he had done me. I then rose up and bent my cock down to replace it back in my friend's warm mouth. He was all too eager to take it. Our master and I worked ourselves into a steady rhythm of fucking the boy's holes. Even though I had just cum, with all the sensations Roman had given me, it didn't take long at all to climax again.

After a quick recovery, I climbed off and circled around to face him. With both hands firmly planted on both sides of his face, I leaned down and kissed him hard on the lips. He returned the gesture in kind by forcing his tongue into my mouth. I could taste Мастер on it; it tasted as wonderful as usual. Our passionate kisses lasted the duration of Мастер's breeding of him. When it was finally over, he slowly pulled out of him to lie on the bed beside us.

"Did you like your farewell present, Мастер?" I asked, knowing the answer that was coming.

"No, I'm sure he hated every second of it, Sasha," came the answer from below me.

"Just for that, I'm not going to untie you, Igor," I teased. He shot back with a dirty look as Мастер laughed at the 'argument'.

I reached up and untied the rope from the bed's frame. The rope on his collar was next and I undid each of the nooses following. Roman stretched out his sore limbs for a few seconds while I threw the ropes off the end of the bed. He turned over and crawled up to lay next to our master, face down.

Again, not one to be outdone, I decided to return the favor he gave me earlier. My hands trekked up his legs to feel over the smooth globes that constitute his butt. Gently, mindful of what his ass had just gone through, I pealed his cheeks apart, revealing his own pink flower below them.

A touch of my tongue to his pink rose sent shivers down his spine. I tasted a little of Мастер's jizm leaking from inside him and kept going. I swiped my tongue along his crack to really make him feel it. From the noises he was making, he liked it. He reached down under himself to begin stroking, and I pulled his arm out. If I couldn't masturbate myself in Мастер's presence, neither could he.

A groan of frustration exited from his lips, but my master was willing to lend his aid to the boy's plight. While I was still running my tongue around the outside of his anal pucker, he reached beneath him and raised his hips in the air. I felt him move to get his head under Roman and a faint gasp told me that Мастер succeeded in pulling in his small cock. Both of us worked him over until he grunted/hummed through a dry climax.

All three of us rested a few minutes then we restarted our ministrations on Roman's sex organs. As he had taken care of the two of us, it was only fair that we take care of him fully. We might be slaves of our master, but he always makes sure we're fully taken care of. We sucked and tongued him to two more fierce orgasms before he begged us to cease.

As Roman crawled up to the pillow for a good night sleep, I saw that Мастер was stiff again. And, like a good slave, I reached down and pulled him into my warm mouth. I sucked him several times with him massaging my asscheeks before he pulled out and took me again. I opened my legs to him and held on to the bed sheets as he laid into me once more. I grunted as he viciously took my boy-pussy for almost half an hour's time. God, it felt so good, but it also hurt like hell. My sphincter was getting extremely sore when he finally bellowed out in orgasmic pleasure.

Achingly, I crawled up beside a sleeping Roman. Мастер slipped up behind me and we dozed into a nice long sleep. The last thing I remember was his arm falling over my side and him grabbing my hairless groin.

Chapter 16
Newbie

We woke to sunshine and an empty bed again. I was worried that we had missed our master's leaving, but he was still in the castle. He was having breakfast in the dinning room with only one slave, Dani, to serve him.

"I was letting you and the others sleep in until it was time for me to leave," he said after our "good mornings". I dismissed Dani to raise the others from the dead. I turned to Мастер to see if there was anything special he wanted me to do while he was gone. "Just handle the house as I have come to expect, Sasha."

"Yes sir," I answered with a slight bow, remembering my place. "Where are you going, sir?"

"Amsterdam," he answered back, and that was the end of that conversation.

He was packed and ready to go well before he had to leave for the airport. So we took the opportunity to walk the castle grounds and talk. It was a nice walk and talk, and I enjoyed our time together. We wound up at the back wall of the castle to look over the lake together one last time before he left.

It felt good to have him wrap his arms around me as I was going to miss it terribly for the next few weeks or so. His warmth was soothing as we stood there taking in the sight of the lake. My right hand snaked down to massage his cock over his pants.

"One last time, Мастер?" I quietly asked him. It took him less than a minute to fish his growing cock out of his pants. I untied my belt in the same amount of time. I eased my butt down on his cock, but as dry as it was, it stung a little as it was forced inside me. I didn't mind in the least. I had my master's cock inside me and I was actually feeling good about it.

I reached up and pulled on my right nipple ring which caused me to clench my anal muscles tighter at the slight pain. He sighed at the increased pressure on his cock and began taking his property respectfully. I held on to the wall as his fucking increased in tempo.

Suddenly, a figure approached from our right; it was Boris.

"Sir, we do need to be leaving," he said after a small cough.

"Can't you see I'm busy?" he said, with a tone of impatience. I giggled slightly. Now this scene was something to write home about.

"Yes sir," he said and bowed away.

Мастер returned his attentions to me and I was still trying to control my giggles. With a sudden, savage thrust into me, he brought the giggles to a stop. A slap on the ass afterward also helped in ceasing them. A quick pull on my nipple rings caused his cock to explode inside me, seeding me once again.

I collapsed against the wall once he pulled himself out of my backside. A quick zip and tie, and we were walking back to the front door. A quick snicker from me brought another slap to my ass once we arrived at the door. I hugged him goodbye and he kissed my cheek as he climbed into the car to leave.

All the others turned to go back to work while Roman and I were left watching him go. We turned away as the car turned out of sight. We now had a whole two weeks to ourselves. The others told me that once they are gone, the staff usually leaves as well, but for a skeleton crew.

We had our studies, of course, but otherwise we had all the time to ourselves. Roman and I made the most of it by heading into town a few times with some of the other slaves. Feliks, Uri, Ivan and Dani made their way to different areas than Roman and I. We all met up at the deli that Roman and I visited the first time. It was a time of casual fun and young boy talk.

On that first Saturday, all fourteen slaves went skinny dipping in the lake. It was going to be pretty much our last opportunity to do so before the winter hit. According to some 'experts', it was going to be a tough one. We frolicked, rolled and played for hours. We took some things for meals so that it didn't interrupt our fun. There were even a few of us that paired off for some 'private fun'. We stayed there all day long until way after dark. I remember that being one of the last 'free' days of my life.

At night, Roman and I couldn't get enough of each other. We kissed, played, sucked, and fucked ourselves to sleep each night in our suite. A few nights we took Blackrose out and had some fun on his back. One night was a moonlight swim with a period of lovemaking mixed in with it.

It's funny about this country. Homosexuality is illegal, even for the kids. But it's like masturbating; everyone does it, but no one talks about it. Things changed, and for the better, later on, but at the time, it was something done only behind closed doors. It's supposed to bring the death penalty, but no one had enacted that for years before even Roman and I got there. Go figure.

The night before Мастер was to return, Roman and I spent it going over each others' bodies with sheer abandon. It was like the last night of a honeymoon and we were going back to the real world the next day. We made the most of it; that was for sure. We finally passed out around midnight.

The next day was spent making the castle presentable for the master. I heard his car pull up around dinnertime. As I made my way to the door, I felt something hit my nose. I looked up to see a few snowflakes falling. I knew it was October, but I was hoping that this would hold off for another couple of weeks. I guess I don't get everything I want.

"Welcome home, Мастер," I said in Kazakh as he climbed out of the car. He returned my bow and walked past me to the indoors. Boris followed with a boy in tow. He looked a little older than me.

"This is Sasha, Stephan, he will take care of you from here," he said in English.

I could tell why Мастер wanted the boy; he was cute. At least his face was cute. He had light brown hair and deep green eyes. Freckles liberally spackled his nose and cheeks. The boy's skin was milk white, which contrasted his freckles. The only problem was that he was excessively overweight. I got the feeling that he would have to go on a diet starting right now, as none of the other slaves had a lick of fat on them.

The clothing that he was wearing didn't do much to hide his fat butt. He was still dressed in some type of street clothes. I was surprised to see he was neither in a breechcloth nor in a collar. I looked to Boris for some sort of explanation. He said that they had been too busy to outfit him properly. He also said that they had gone to a new auction where things were done differently; neither he nor Мастер were impressed with it at all.

I couldn't see Мастер wanting to have anything to do with the boy until he had dropped some of that weight.

The weird part of this was that the boy didn't look nervous. Even I looked nervous when we first arrived and I had Julian with me at the time. He sort of looked around as if he was on vacation or something. As his eyes fell on me, he looked me up and down, thinking that I was beneath him. Something seemed out of place here.

"Follow me," I said with a smile and led him away.

"When can I eat?" he asked. His accent was American in origin. I stopped and turned towards him.

"Where are you from?" I asked in a mock Russian accented English.

"America," he said.

"I know that," I said, keeping the accent. "What part of it?"

"Oh. I'm from New York City," he said. That explained the light complexion. "When can I eat?" He repeated.

"We will eat after Мастер has eaten," I told him.

"I'm starving," he said, almost demandingly.

Roman was coming our way and I addressed him in Russian.

"This is Stephan," I said, "Мастер's new slave. Would you take him to the room that Yurgi vacated?" I was hoping that Roman would catch on to what I was doing. He did.

"Okay," he said and bowed to me. He knew the kid wouldn't know what we were saying. It was how I was to be addressed that was important.

"Only speak to him in broken English, Roman," I said.

He nodded with a smirk. He took the kid and left. I headed to Мастер's office. He was working at his desk when I walked inside. It was just some paperwork.

"I'm assuming you want him to lose the weight, Мастер?" I asked as I walked up to the desk.

"Very quick, Sasha," he said with a slight sneer.

"Why him, Мастер?"

"Because he was the only boy there, Sasha," he said with obvious disgust.

"That doesn't say a whole lot, sir," I said, then added, "I get the feeling that he has no idea where he is or why he's here."

"It doesn't matter, Sasha. Just make sure he loses the weight. I want to see a significant change within a month's time, Sasha." With that, he returned to his work. I bowed out of the room to finish dinner plans. I told him the meal would be ready in a few minutes and he waved me off. His business trip must have gone worse than he expected. I'd never seen him in such a state.

Roman was walking up to me at the main hall with Stephan behind him. My friend didn't look happy.

"Problem?" I asked him in Russian.

"The brat keeps going on about eating, Sasha," he said.

"Do you know why you're here?" I asked the boy, still keeping the inflections Russian.

"Yeah; I'm here because my mom wants me to see another country," he said smugly. "But so far, I'm not impressed with anything I've seen."

Both Roman and I were shocked. After a second of shock, Roman fell over in hysterical laughter. I almost followed him. Stephan looked at us like we were a pair of loons. I waited for Roman to get control of himself then I turned to him.

"Go get Ivan and Uri, please," I told him back in Russian.

He nodded and went away wiping his eyes clear of the tears. I turned back to Stephan with a waning smirk of my own I had to get rid of. It was difficult to believe that he had made it all the way here and still believe he was on a tour of some kind. My master is going to have a laugh at this one, no matter how badly things went with his business.

"Okay, Stephan," I said without the accent. "Here's the deal. You're not here on a tour of our country. You're here to serve my master; Sergei Martynoff. But first, you will need to lose about a hundred pounds [45 kg] of that weight."

"Fuck you," he said. He turned to walk away just as Roman, Uri, and Ivan were walking up behind him.

Each of the two older ones grabbed an arm and dragged him kicking and screaming behind them as we walked away. I descended the stairs to the torture chamber and unlocked the door leading to it. My conscience got to me as the door opened, but I would deal with that later. My cohorts threw the boy inside and I turned on the light.

I told Roman and Uri to take all the torture devices out of the room. That left the room totally empty save the three of us. Stephan glared at us with unforgiving eyes. With Ivan in the room, he could do nothing about it. I also told the other two to get a cot, blankets, a pail, and a table. While they were gone, I took the opportunity to talk to the boy one more time.

"You will stay down here until I deem otherwise. During your stay down here, you will be taught proper etiquette for staying and serving here. And your first lesson is; no foul language. The more cuss words you hurl at us, the longer you stay down here."

"You wait till I tell my mom about this," he shouted. It was almost comical, if it wasn't so tragic. He had no clue how deeply in trouble he really was.

The others returned with the items I requested. The cot was set up against the wall with the blanket and sheets put on top of it. The pail was set in one of the corners and I had them put the table in the middle of the room.

"Strip him," I said to Ivan and Uri in Kazakh. They almost seemed to significantly relish this as they did it. The boy, on the other hand, did not. He screamed like the demons of hell were after him. But in the end, he was naked, and I was disgusted at the sight. I couldn't even see a cock due to all the fat on his body.

Roman took his torn clothes and left the room.

"I will make sure you get something to eat when dinner is over. If you need to use the lavatory, then use the pail in the corner."

He looked almost like I had just slapped him silly when I told him that. As we had work to do, the three of us turned and left without a single word further. The door was locked on the outside. Roman was waiting for us on the steps as we started walking back up to the castle. We could hear his yelling all the way up the stairs.

"I thought that room was not going to be used again, Sasha," he said through pursed lips.

"We're not torturing the kid, Roman, but he needs to know his place. And there's no where else in the castle that will work to do what we need to do with him."

"I agree," Uri stated flatly.

Roman looked to Ivan for aid. He got none. He wasn't happy about it, but he resigned to my decision.

"Come on, Roman, we have a returned master to serve," I said, putting my arms around his shoulders. I thought for a second that he was going to shrug me off him, but he didn't.

Chapter 17
The Business End

I kind of expected a different night upon my master's return from Amsterdam. I really thought that we would spend the whole night together as it had been a while since it was just the two of us, but it was something different. I told Roman that I should spend the night with him alone. I got the feeling that it was the right move. Roman nodded and retired to our room after he and Uri fed Stephan.

"He's horrible, Sasha," he said of the boy. "Now I know why you put him in that room."

"What did he do?" I asked.

"He actually threw the salad at us when we told him that was all he was getting."

I sighed and headed to the master bedroom and Мастер. He was sitting on the sofa with a drink in his hand. That's never a good sign; he almost never drinks. And when he does, it means that something serious is bothering him. Pavel told me so right before he left the castle.

"Is something wrong, Мастер?" I asked, tentatively.

"The world is a frightening place, Sasha," he said, but it wasn't to me that he said it. I got the impression he was speaking to his drink, actually.

I sat down next to him on the sofa. He continued to gaze into his drink without realizing I was even there. My hand moved to his leg. I reached up and placed my hand on the other side of his face, feeling his scruffy beard. As I touched him, I brought his face closer to mine. A tiny kiss was all it took for things to get going quickly.

He scooped me up into his arms and hugged me. I straddled his hips as I sat in his lap and kissed his neck and cheek. His hands roved all over my back, butt, and legs if and when I sat up from him. I reached down and unbuttoned his shirt while he took my breechcloth off. When he stood up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his torso. I was carried to his bedroom in his strong arms.

Мастер laid me down on the bed on my back. I took my ankle and wrist bracelets off while he stripped off his pants and shorts. I removed my collar for the evening as he glided back down on top of me. I rewrapped my extremities around his body and gave in to his passion once again.

"Take me, Мастер, I'm yours," I sighed while he was nibbling on my neck.

And he did just that. He didn't need a hand to guide his cock into me as it was common place for him to know where my own pussy was by now. I just felt him enter me and I groaned at his invading organ. I moaned like some whore in heat as he occupied my nether region. It was what I was missing for the past two weeks or so.

"I love you, Мастер," I whispered to him in Kazakh while he bottomed out inside me. Although Roman was my lover and I loved him deeply, Мастер was different and my love for him was just as strong.

"And I, you, little one," he answered as he began pumping his tool. I let out a gasp after the first cycle of his powerful hips and sensations flooded over me as he continued. I held onto him as he persisted in ravaging the interior of my young body. God, it felt so good to have him back inside me once again.

As it had been a long time since he had cum, it took only a few vigorous thrusts of his hips before he seeded my insides. He came down and rested on top of my preteen body. Soon, he slipped out of my backdoor and rolled off me. I took the opportunity to dutifully clean him up with my tongue. As I was just finished getting him clean, he started getting hard again.

"I guess it has been a little while, huh Мастер?" I asked with a turn of my head and a smirk. A quick laugh and slap to my ass was his answer.

Never to let an opportunity like this pass, I scooted down to place my boy's pussy over his cock. The jizm that had just been deposited inside me acted as a natural lubricant and Мастер slid right inside me without any resistance. I had him balls-deep into me in no time flat. I sighed at being so full once again.

I felt his hands grab me around the upper arms and pull me to his chest. A quick nibble on my neck and he turned us over. I was so ready for this again that I thrust my hips upward into his body. He took it from there. His thrusts got more and more powerful as I lay under him and took it.

"Harder, Masssssttter," I hummed, and he obliged me with no problem. I was back to being that whore in heat again as he took my hole harder and harder. He worked himself to fever pitch intensity and laid into me longer than ever before.

Unlike a girl, I don't have natural juices to lubricate my hole, so I was getting pretty raw after his previous cum had gone. It didn't matter, though. Although it was beginning to hurt, I was so turned on by what he was doing to me that I didn't care. I gripped the sheets and he gripped my fists as his passion had taken him fully, now.

My cock rubbed against the smooth material of the bed and soon enough, without touching myself, I came. As that orgasm wracked my young frame, my anal muscles squeezed tighter than ever on him, causing his second climax to overtake him.

He collapsed so fast, I thought he had died from exertion. All I could do, though, was just lie there in exhaustion. I was sore, but I was beyond caring at the time. His heavy body was making it difficult to breath, so I had to move out from under him. As I cleared his body, I accidentally fell off the bed and onto the floor.

"Are you okay?" I heard him ask from the bed. I fell into a fit of uncontrollable giggles at my own clumsiness, but told him I was fine. I was sore, but fine. "Well, you did take it kind of rough, Sasha."

"When I said that I was yours, Мастер, I meant it," I said, standing gingerly.

"Come with me, Sasha," he said, rising and getting his robe on. I grabbed my breech and followed him. I was adept enough to put it on while we were walking. He didn't talk the whole way and I got the feeling he was trying to be quiet without making it look obvious. When we arrived at the vacant guest quarters, he took me right to the last room in the hallway. As we entered it, he turned to me and gave me a serious look.

"What I'm about to show you, Sasha is to be kept between us. Not even Roman is to know about this right now. There might come a time in the future that he will need to know, but right now only you need to know."

I nodded and he took me into the bathroom that occupied the suite. I didn't see anything different about this one than any of the others. He stepped into the shower and pulled me into it after him. He pushed on one of the tiles and the wall next to us slid into the ground. I was so shocked that I almost fell over the edge. The opening revealed a passageway with a set of stairs going down.

He walked down the stairs as if he had done so everyday of his life. I followed a few steps behind him, still recovering from the shock. The stairs descended to the bottom level of the castle. The door that the stairs led to was unlocked. I guess he figured that if someone found their way down here, then they were supposed to find whatever's behind this door.

The door opened into a room filled to capacity with enough munitions to start and maintain a small war. I almost died of shock again. It seemed to span the whole length of that side of the castle. He had almost every kind of Soviet weapon and the ammunition to go with it. Mines, rifles of every kind, rocket launchers; you name it, it was there. I turned to face him.

"There's a war coming soon, Sasha, and I needed to be prepared. These weapons are not only for me, but for the country of Kazakhstan. Our military is weak and others know it, but our leaders think that we can leave Russia without a fight. They are wrong. Moscow will not let us leave them peacefully. We will have to fight to win our freedom."

"Why are you showing me this, Мастер?" I asked, wondering.

"Because if something happens to me, someone else needs to know about them being here," he said with a serious look on his face.

"Does anyone else know about it?"

"Only Boris," he answered.

About halfway down the side of the room was a door. I asked him about it.

"That leads to a place in town that I own. It's a final escape plan should it be needed. If trouble breaks out here, I want your promise that you will get the others out and leave."

He looked so serious that I nodded. I took a few minutes to look around at all the collected items. From what Caleb told me and seeing this, it appeared my future was out of my hands entirely. He told me the address of the place he owned just in case I needed to backtrack; it was the game parlor Roman and I had visited just before I got my nipple rings. I kept that info to myself for the time being.

When we reentered the castle, I was not myself. The whole weight of the world was on my shoulders and Мастер could see it. He didn't press me about it, and I was thankful for that. I didn't want to tell him about my experience with Caleb. But now I knew what he meant when he told me to stay with my master.

We made our way back up to his room and the bed. As he fell asleep, I was left awake and wondering how far off this war actually was. I was spooned up next to his chest, but received no comfort from it. It finally hit home that I was going to lead some people in some glorious revolution and it was coming soon. I fell into a fitful rest and didn't get any real sleep.

I woke the next day to some sore muscles and an aching sphincter. No blood seeped from behind me, but it was still sensitive all the same. When I stepped into the bathroom, I noticed some blue marks on my neck and high shoulders. I showered and dressed and held the robe for Мастер until he awoke. After he left, I made his bed and then went down to breakfast. I met Roman on the way.

"Are you alright?" he asked with a bit of a snicker in his voice. Even my collar didn't hide all the hickies he put on my neck.

"Мастер was a little rough last night," I commented as I massaged my neck. I so wanted to tell him about the room of arms, but I was under orders not to discuss it with anyone. I shuddered as a cold wind blew through. "We're going to have to get the winter uniforms out soon, according to Ivan."

"Should I feed Stephan?" he wondered.

"No, let him starve a little longer. I'll go down there after breakfast with Ivan." He nodded and both of us turned into the dinning room. Breakfast was normal with some of us shivering due to the colder weather creeping in. Мастер told me to go ahead and break out the winter uniforms for us.

I found them in a room off the slave's quarters. They were the same breeches, but with long, black pants. Gold bands adorned the pants at the cuffs and waist. Black shirts were also part of them with the same gold at the ends of the sleeves and down the middle. Boots came with them for our feet, also. They were very stylish, actually, and I liked them. Ivan and I dressed first as we had to feed our 'fat boy'.

I headed downstairs to Stephan's quarters with a meager meal of oatmeal, toast and juice on a tray with Ivan following. As I opened the door, it slammed into me hard as I was walking into the room. The tray spilt its contents all over me and the floor. Stephan rushed me from around the door, but Ivan stopped him with a quick palm to his nose. He fell back to the floor, bleeding slightly.

"Now that was stupid," I said to him. "That was your breakfast you just knocked on the floor, Stephan."

"I DON'T CARE!!! I WANT OUT OF HERE!!" He bellowed at us. I just stood there with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Well, what you want no longer matters, Fat Ass," I said. "I told you before; you're here to serve my master and this house. And you're going to do just that, whether you want to or not. You can make it easier on yourself and do as you're told or harder and you will be down here for months on end. It makes no difference to me."

We left the boy alone to think about his situation for the rest of the morning. His attitude didn't change at all for the rest of the day. The next day he was a little more cooperative, but I was not too sure. I told him he was staying down there even longer, and he threw another hissy fit. I guess my instincts were correct.

I gave orders to the others that Stephan was not to be let out for a month. Then we would check and see if he was going to cooperate or not. A month passed and the boy was significantly more obliging. He had lost about forty of those pounds [20 kg], but in my opinion, he needed to lose another thirty to forty of them [15-20 kg]. But his attitude was significantly better all the way around.

"You look better, Stephan," I commented as I walked downstairs that day. I handed him a steel collar and he looked at it as if he had no clue what it was. "It's your collar. You will wear it at all times unless you're swimming or bathing."

"I don't want to be a slave, Sasha," he whined.

"Would you rather be a corpse?" I asked and his eyes got huge in surprise. "That's what happens to those whom Мастер has bought and do not conform to his wishes. I didn't want this either, but I've learned to make the best of it." I moved over and sat next to him on his cot.

"That's because you're in charge of them all," he said, looking at his feet.

"True, but it's not as easy as it looks, you know. I had to earn the others' respect and at my age, that wasn't all that simple. And Мастер is quite demanding of me as well, so believe what you want, but you've actually got the easier job than me.

"Now, do you want to get out of here, or live here permanently?"

"I can leave?" he asked, incredulously.

"Well, you can leave this room anyways. Put the collar and those clothes on, and you can leave, but there is one thing you have to continue doing."

"What?"

"You have to continue your diet until a few more inches are lost. If you don't, you come right back down here until you do."

He nodded and got up from the bed. He dressed and didn't look too bad in the winter clothes. His collar was put around his neck and my master had a new slave.

Chapter 18
Stephan's Mistake

"This will be your room," I told Stephan as we walked to the slave's quarters. He would be paired up with Dani, who was doing his chores as we were talking. "But, some rules you have to know first.

"You are pretty much on probation for a while. I suggest that you do your best at whatever it is that you're doing. If you slack off, I will know about it and you will be punished. Every one of the slaves is loyal to me and my master. All of them and I have proven ourselves several times over; you have not. Do your tasks well and you will get some privileges. If you don't, you will be remanded to the room downstairs until you change your attitude. And don't even think about stealing anything; not advisable.

"Also, don't think about running away. Мастер owns this sleepy little town outside this castle and they are as loyal to him as we are. You will be returned here if you do, and you don't want to go through that punishment. Believe me on that one, Stephan."

"How long do I have to stay here, Sasha?" he asked as he sat down on the side of his new bed.

"Until the master releases you permanently; usually it's around fourteen or so," I said, thinking of Pavel.

"Who else lives here?"

"Dani is your roommate. He's originally Greek, I believe, and a good slave. He only knows a few English words, unfortunately, so you're either going to have to learn Greek or Kazakh real fast if the two of you are going to have a conversation.

"Now, I will give you a few hours to get used to the room and the castle. You can walk around as you want to, but when dinnertime comes, make your way to the dinning room. Dinner is served to the master and his guests first. We clean the table, and then we can eat.

"Any other questions?" I asked him. He shook his head. "Welcome to Castle Martynoff, then." I turned and left him alone.

The whole rest of the day, Stephan acquainted himself with his new surroundings. I watched him just in case he had some crazy notion of running, but he didn't. The next day he was given his duties and began performing them without complaint. I really began thinking he had accepted his role here at the castle.

As November closed and the Christmas month began setting in, I was extremely impressed with his change in attitude. He also had lost another forty pounds [20 kg] or so and actually looked real good. Мастер told me that he wanted to have him for the night about a week before the holiday. I nodded and went to him as he was cleaning the library china.

"What do you mean, 'spend the night'?" he asked.

"Simple, Stephan, you are to spend the night with Мастер," I retorted.

"I've never spent the night with a man before, Sasha. What does he want from me?" He seemed genuinely afraid of this concept.

"Have a seat," I said and sighed as we sat down together. "I'm going to be real honest, Stephan, as I always have. He's going to have sex with you tonight; it's a part of being his slave."

"A man can't have sex with a boy, Sasha," he said.

I almost snickered at his naïveté. Even I knew at a younger age how it was done. I took a deep breath and explained it in detail to him. He turned whiter the more I talked.

"That's disgusting," he almost shouted when I was done with the explanation, and stood off the sofa. I stood with him, not sure of his intentions.

"Look, Stephan, it's going to hurt, sure, but you have no choice in the matter. He owns you. He can do whatever he wants with you."

"Has he done it with you?" I nodded and added that Roman and I had been with him together. And I proceeded to tell him of our experiences with our master. He listened but the whole concept disgusted him further and further the more I talked.

"Look, take the rest of the day to get ready. Just be there for dinner. Afterward, you will go with him for the night."

He nodded, but it was a reluctant one. I went to Dani to ask him if he would follow his roommate around without making it look like he was. He nodded and left. I got the feeling that Stephan was going to try and hoof it. I was right. At dinner, he was nowhere to be found.

An hour's search of the city found him on the outskirts trying to leave with a bag of clothes and some food. He was escorted back to the castle by the city police. He kept yelling at them and telling them what Мастер plans to do to him that evening. Since they couldn't understand a lick of English, I just smiled as he yelled. The police left and Stephen turned to face me.

"I don't want him to do that to me, Sasha," he whined.

"Now that you've forced us to go looking for you, it's going to be much worse than before, Stephan," I said, with arms folded. I motioned for him to follow me with a curl of my finger. He reluctantly followed.

As we walked by the dinning room, I handed his bag to Dani and told him to take it to their room. The other slaves, including Roman, were there as well, looking at the crestfallen boy with a mixture of pity and scorn. They knew the price for disobedience and they knew Stephan was going to pay a heavy one for this day's events. Not to mention having his virginity taken as well.

Мастер was waiting for us in his suite as we entered. Stephan knew he was in trouble the moment we walked in the door. I did too. Мастер was not happy and his face showed it. I backed up and gave the boy a slight nudge forward to take his medicine. I knew that the kid had not had an ounce of discipline at home, but he was going to get way more than an ounce this night.

"You've caused a lot of trouble, Stephan," he said. The scared boy was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but Мастер held up a finger for him to stop. "You will not speak, boy, until I ask you a direct question.

"Sasha had to spend valuable time finding you to bring you back to the castle. In the end, you will still have to stay the night with me, but now it will be much worse for you than if you had just accepted your fate and came to me."

He turned to look at me, to see if I could help him.

"I can't help, Stephan; you brought this on yourself," I said, with my head down and my eyes set up on him. I turned to my master. "I bid you good night, Мастер." And I turned to leave Stephan to his punishment and Мастер to his pleasure.

"Please stay, Sasha," he said. I looked in wonder at why. "If you wish, that is." I turned back to him, surprised. I don't believe that I've ever heard of one of us slaves being present during a punishment of another. I nodded and shut the door.

Мастер stood up and walked up to the scared boy. A quick slap to his face told him my master meant business. Stephan's hand went to the hot welt that was surely rising. I circled around to his left and into the main of the suite. Stephan looked hurt; no one had slapped him before.

"Strip, boy," he said harshly.

Stephan slowly began stripping. I knew he was stalling and I told him that it would be better for him to get it over with quickly. The more he delayed, the angrier our master became. He nodded and finished with a little more haste. He told him to go to the table that made the small kitchen area of the suite. I moved a chair out of the way as he came in the room.

"Bend over the table, boy," he told him. Nervously, he complied. Мастер looked to me and nodded for me to get on the other side of the table. I knew what he wanted; me to hold his arms down to the table.

Stephan laid himself out over the table. I held his arms down by the wrist. The boy became a lot more frightened now. Мастер pulled his leather belt out of the loops of his pants. He grasped the belt by the ends and made a practice swing. I got Stephan's attention with a short, quiet whistle. I used my hands to tell him to keep his eyes on mine. He nodded, but I'm sure it wasn't going to help much.

"You were gone for sixty minutes, boy, so you will get sixty lashes of the belt," he said, then turned to me. "I expect you to keep accurate count, Sasha."

I nodded and he began. WHAP!! The first swing landed hard across his bare butt, eliciting a loud scream from him. I had to close my eyes for a second at the sound.

"If you raise another foot up, I will tie them both to the table, boy," he said with more than a hint of anger.

WHAP!! "Two, Мастер," I said as Stephan was now crying as well as screaming. The master had only just begun his punishment. As Мастер reared back with the third swipe, I lowered myself down to stare at Stephan in the eyes, forcing him to look at me. He did, until the belt landed with a resounding, WHAP!

"Three," I counted.

Stephan moved a foot upward again, unable to keep from doing it. The master held out his hand to me. I undid my breech and handed both the cloth and belt to him. His ankles were tied to the legs, and Мастер resumed his position.

WHAP! "Four." WHAP! "Five." WHAP! "Six."

Here, Stephan was begging the master to stop and tears were already beginning to flow. But experience taught me that nothing short of a nuclear war was going to stop this from happening. I had a curious inclination to see the damage he was inflicting on the boy, but it only lasted a short second. I maintained my lock on his eyes as the master lined up for number seven.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! "Ten, Мастер," I counted at the last.

Each strike fell swift and sure on the boy's white buttocks. Each time, Stephan clenched his fists and screamed at the pain. His head bolted upward as he was pummeled by each lick of the leather.

Being ambidextrous, Мастер was able to change hands with the belt and fly with the same deadly accuracy as before. Now Stephan's left buttcheek was going to get the same treatment as the right. I shook my head as the first one hit home.

"AAAAAHHHH!" refreshed screaming sounded throughout the room.

"Eleven, Мастер," I began counting again.

WHAP!! WHAP! "Twelve, thirteen," I continued as Stephan screamed his lungs out.

I held him in my gaze through it all as one after another hit home on his tail. Мастер changed hands with the belt as I counted out the twentieth lash. It gave the helpless boy a moment's rest before the next ten-count. I took the moment to satisfy my curiosity at last.

His whole butt was red. Angry red lines were etched upon his smooth white skin. It was going to be a long time before he sat down properly, that was for sure. And Мастер wasn't even half way through, yet. I made sure I showed no emotion to Stephan. I figured he was being tormented enough. I looked back down to him, getting him ready for the next set yet to come.

WHAP!!! "Twenty-one," I said as a fresh round of screams and wailings filled the room.

Even through these next ten lashes, my master never once pulled up on a swing. His whole force was used during the whipping. I would have felt sorrier for him, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Stephan had caused a great deal of difficulty for me over the short time he had been here.

One half of Stephan's ass looked like a ripe tomato, while the other looked like a peppermint candy. I almost snickered at the effect, but the seriousness of this kept my mind on the job. The tears that had begun earlier were now pooling under his chin. His face looked almost as red as his ass.

Another ten strokes were delivered to the left side of his seat as he wailed for the beating to end. He had ten more per cheek to be given to him. The boy was tired, sore, and hurting, but more was still to come.

Now both sides were identical in appearance as the master took his small respite. I took a deep breath, myself.

"You're doing fine, Stephan," I told him. "Just another twenty licks to go."

Мастер looked to me and I looked back up to him. I was careful not to look accusatory at him. I agreed with the punishment, but I was also responsible for the boy's health and wellbeing. He was still under my authority, after all. By this time, he had stopped begging for it to cease; he had accepted it and knew the rest was coming.

"Ready?" I asked him, looking him in the eye. He wearily nodded and I looked back up to my master.

WHAP! "Forty-one, Мастер." And so the count continued. But after five, he changed hands with the belt to finish the ten. As the fiftieth lash struck him, the master moved a little to his left. The belt was then brought down vertically along the crack in his ass.

"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!" and a new sensation of pain assaulted the boy's brain.

Мастер stepped back and brought it down with all his might for a second vertical whip. I even had to close my eyes to those. The crying began again and the tears restarted flowing.

After eight more along his asscrack, Мастер was finished, with a "Sixty" from me. He threw the leather belt on the couch behind him and made his way to the bedroom. I released my hold on Stephan and all he could do was lie on the table and whimper. I went around undoing the strands holding his legs to the table. Once free, he slumped to the ground in the fetal position.

"Sasha?" came a voice from the bedroom.

"Yes sir?"

"Bring the boy in here, please."

"Yes sir," I replied.

Chapter 19
Stephan's Rape

I carefully picked my subordinate up and wiped his face of his tears. A damp cloth helped clean him up a bit before I brought him to our master. He sort of waddled his way in front of me was we made our way to the bedroom. I knew that the boy was in for an even rougher night than what he had already gone through. There was no changing that.

I was bowing my way out of the room when Мастер asked me to stay again. I looked at Stephan, as it was his time with the master, and he pleaded with me using his eyes. I turned and closed us in together. I walked up and stood next to the sniveling older boy. He motioned for him to walk over to the bed. Stephan looked at me and I motioned for him to follow the master's orders. When he arrived in front of Мастер, the man took his smaller hands into his.

"You understand that you deserved what you received out there, don't you?" he said, looking straight into his eyes.

"Yes sir," he said through some light sobs.

"And if you had just come to me this evening and not had us chase you, then this evening would have gone a lot different for you. But now, this is going to be very painful for you. I will not stop no matter how you plead, beg or complain."

The boy sort of hopped up and down a little with a moan as he tried to contemplate his impending doom. As he turned to me, I shrugged.

"Don't think that Sasha's going to be of much help. He is extremely loyal to me, Stephan, and will not stop this. He knows the price of disobedience.

"Now, come here and let us begin," he said, dryly.

He pulled to boy to him and forced him down to his knees. He told Stephan to open his mouth, but he didn't comply. A quick slap to the face opened his mouth a little, but not near enough to fit a cock into. Another slap and his mouth was opened larger. Мастер pushed his flaccid dick into the boy's warm mouth.

As it was smaller now, it fit without much problem, but that was going to change quickly. He grabbed Stephan by the hair and began moving his cock around inside the boy's oral cavity. I whispered to him to close his lips around the tube of meat in his mouth. He didn't want to, but did it anyway. Soon enough, the master's cock began to thicken and Stephan's mouth began to fill out with it. I kept whispering instructions in his ear, but I got the inclination that he wasn't doing it well.

Мастер soon tired of the boy's total reluctance of participation and rammed his cock down Stephan's throat. The boy gagged and tried to force Мастер back by pushing on his hips. I pulled his arms behind his back and held his hands together. I had no problems with the way he was being handled. If he wanted to be difficult, then so be it.

The Мастер pumped his cock in and out of his throat several times. Fresh tears ran down his white cheeks, but still the oral rape continued. I could actually see the large piece of meat slide down the kid's throat as he was orally fucked. My master was relentless in his battering of his slave. Soon, though, he did pull out of his gullet and Stephan gasped for breath before Мастер pulled him up and threw him on the bed.

It was now totally out of my hands what came next. Everything leading up to this point had been nothing compared to the pain my sub was about to feel. I didn't smile or give any outward sign of pleasure or displeasure; I just simply accepted what was going to happen to him. Besides, if I knew my master like I believed I did, Stephan was going to take it until he began to like it.

As I took the top of my winter dress off, I saw Мастер follow Stephan onto the bed. He laid his larger body on top of the boy's smaller one. Stephan was already beginning to panic. I walked around the end of the bed to the other side, facing the stacked two. I looked at Stephan and he was reaching for me. I decided to help him, even though he didn't deserve it.

I climbed up and knelt in front of him to give him something to hold on to. Мастер was lining his hardened cock up to the boy's asshole as he grabbed a hold of my waist. My master was not gentle in the least when he shoved his cock into the slave's innards. He screamed and began thrashing around under the larger man.

"PLEASE, MASTER, PLEASE TAKE IT OUT!!!!! IT HURTS, IT HURTS!!" he screamed over and over again.

When Мастер embedded his cock into him, it wasn't fully inside, and he didn't wait for Stephan to get used to him before feeding him the rest of it. He held onto the boy's hips and shoved it in the rest of the way, regardless of how much he screamed and cried.

As I sat there, my master reached up and kissed me on the lips. It was as if he was totally oblivious to what was happening beneath him. I started getting turned on a little as he French kissed me while he ground his cock into his victim under him. His hands cupped my face as we kissed and then they moved down my boy's body to play with my nipple rings a little (he always liked playing with those things; Roman too).

He suddenly reached down and pulled his cock out of the whimpering boy beneath us and immediately plowed back inside him. Another scream escaped his raw throat, but both of us were ignoring it. We were enjoying each others' tongues too much to worry about him.

It was sort of a very surreal situation going on with the three of us. Stephan was in some serious pain and discomfort with Мастер's cock drilling in and out of him. While he and I were enjoying the pleasures of our kisses and feeling each others' bodies as well. I felt Stephan reach back and try to get Мастер to get off and out of him, so I pulled his hands forward to leave him alone. Мастер had to stop using his hands to explore my body as well, to keep the boy's ass where he wanted it. It didn't stop us from kissing and sucking on the others' body, though.

Мастер got rougher on Stephan as the moments passed until he finally came inside the boy. He pulled his dick out of him almost instantly after cumming. Stephan rolled up into a fetal position. I looked down to see a mixture of semen, blood and brown matter flowing from his torn hole.

He was left there crying as my master fell sideways onto his pillow. I was following him down, but he held me up. I looked at him with a questioning glance and he beckoned me forward. I straddled his torso and he pulled me into his mouth.

I gasped at the wonderful sensation of his warm mouth over my cock. I wrapped my arms around his head as he began pleasuring my male organ. I felt something new, though. His hand moved up behind me and he wrapped it around my nuts. On a particular down stroke of his mouth, he gave them a squeeze and pull. I gasped again at the new sensation he gave my body. It hurt a little, but some pleasure accompanied it as well. I held on to his hair as he did it again. At the third squeeze, I came fully. It was exquisite the amount of pleasure I received from just that little bit of pain. Wow.

I collapsed on the pillow next to him after that mind-blowing climax. I caught sight of Stephan as I rolled to the side. He was looking at us in awe. I turned my body around to address him as I lay prostrate next to my master. He got a good view of my anal flower, I'm sure, but he was saving himself for another round with Stephan later.

"That's what you'll never have with him, Stephan," I started off with. "Because you tried to runaway, he'll never give you any pleasure when he fucks you. That's all he'll do, too; fuck you. You'll only know the painful part of the relationship.

"You'll never fully know why he's called, 'Мастер'. That's what you gave up, Stephan." I said, with a woeful look at him.

"You're a faggot," he exclaimed with disgust in his voice. That was the last straw.

"GET YOUR FAT ASS UP, BOY," I yelled at him. He didn't move, so I slapped his red ass hard with my hand. He got up and stood by the bedside, but gingerly. As I hopped off the bed to stand next to him, I slapped his face but hard. I was pissed now.

"I have been kind to try and help you through this night as best as I can, boy, but you don't seem to appreciate that. So here's what you're going to do for the rest of the night.

"You're going to stand there and not move. When the master fucks you, you will not move unless he says so, or he directs you to do so. When he is done, you will get right back into this position without any rest and you will wait till he wants you again.

"If you don't do as I just told you, I will beat the living shit out of you with the master's belt. Got it? Boy, you are going to learn your place here in this castle if it kills you."

The boy looked scared now; I mean really scared as he massaged his cheek. He had just lost his only ally in this room. I asked again if he got it, and he nodded. I got the belt and whipped his cock and balls as he was facing me. He tried to cover up, but I waited until he uncovered before starting again. I now meant business.

I looked and saw Мастер stroking his cock and getting it hard on purpose. I sat down on the bed as my master circled around to stand behind him. He turned the boy and pushed on his back hard to cause him to lean over the bedside. Without wasting any more time, Мастер placed the head of his cock to the boy's torn hole and shoved it inside once again.

The same resounding scream echoed through the room. And for the first time in my life, I got a woody from someone else being raped. I cleared my throat at Мастер and when he glanced my way, I pointed down to my stiffy, asking permission to jack it off.

"Have him suck it, Sasha," Мастер suggested.

"No offense, Мастер, but I don't want that bitch's teeth anywhere near my cock," I told him in Kazakh, with a look of revulsion.

He laughed and in nodding, gave his permission. I smiled and began stroking away to Мастер fucking the hell out of a boy not two feet [half a meter] away from me. Stephan screamed, moaned, and gritted his teeth in pain while I played with my cock for the first time in a long time. It was another moment that I was not soon going to forget.

I experimentally reached down and gave my nuts a gentle squeeze as I stroked. It wasn't as wonderful as when Мастер did it, but it still felt good. As I whacked off to Stephan's screams, a light knock came from the door, interrupting my own fun. I slid off the bed and answered the door. It was Dani, and he didn't look well.

"What's wrong?" I asked and he vomited on the floor at my feet.

I told my master that I would handle it and to continue his fun with Stephan. If I needed him, then I would send Roman. He nodded and went back to whom he was doing. I wrapped his arm over my shoulder and began walking him down the hall to his own quarters. I knocked on my door as I passed it. Roman answered and I told him to follow me.

When we got to the room Dani shared with Stephan, I laid him down on his bed. I could tell he was running a fever, so Roman and I stayed to help him with it. Cool cloths were placed on his forehead and changed throughout the night as we stayed with him. Soon, Dani fell back to sleep. I had one of the other slaves clean up the sick outside the master bedroom.

"Please stop. I won't do it again. Please!" were the pleas Roman and I heard coming from upstairs as we stayed with Dani. Some slapping noises and others accompanied them as well.

"He's really laying into him, isn't he?" Roman asked with a bit of a smile.

"Yeah, and if he had just accepted what was going to happen to him, this night would be so different for him," I said, looking a bit disappointed in it all. Oh, I loved seeing the little prick get what he deserved, but I was also saddened that after all this time Stephan had been here, he still had not learned his place.

I shivered from the cold blowing through the castle and Roman wrapped his arms around me to help keep me warm. I smiled and leaned closer in to my young lover. I turned and kissed him passionately on the lips and he returned it in kind. We quickly moved into our '69' position and I began sucking his wee cock into my supple mouth.

"Squeeze my nuts a little, Roman," I told him in between suckings.

"Do what??" he asked as he pulled his mouth off my own cock.

I repeated my suggestion, and I felt his hands move around the outside of my leg to go between them from behind. He used his finger and thumb first, but I told him to do it differently; with his whole hand. Then he used his forefinger and thumb to wrap around the scrotum and close his fist around the testicles. A slight squeezing pressure was applied and my cock jumped in response.

"Do it to me, too," he said as he vacuumed my cock back into his mouth. I nodded and reached between his legs as well.

I did the same maneuver to him as he did to me, eliciting the same response from his cock. I smiled and sucked him back inside me. I pulled slightly as my mouth resumed riding his cocklet. Without much more time passing, both of us hit our orgasms simultaneously. I buckled and sank down on top of his smooth body for a respite.

"That was wonderful, Sasha," he said in a gasp. "Мастер showed you that?"

"Yeah; nice, huh?"

I felt him nod between my legs and smiled. We now added something to our lovemaking that helped make it seriously more fun. We heard another series of whippings coming from upstairs and Roman snickered.

I changed Dani's cloth and slipped back into Stephan's bed with Roman for some rest. We eased into a nice, peaceful sleep, wrapped up in each others arms, listening to the sounds of a young boy being raped.

Chapter 20
Revisitation

The next morning, Stephan was walking gingerly on his toes as he came into the dinning room. Normally, I would allow him the day to recover from such an ordeal, but I wasn't in a generous mood with him. I told him he had still had to do his chores and studies, not to mention that he was going to spend the evening with our master again.

"Not again, Sasha," he whined.

"He's going to fuck you until you enjoy it. Then he's going to do it some more. He's going to take you whenever and however he wants. So, stop your damn whining, Stephan, because I'm sick of it. So is everyone else, by the way. This is your life, now, as your old one is gone; get used to it." I was snarling at him without consideration for his feelings whatsoever.

His shoulders slumped down, but he nodded in resignation of his fate.

Christmas came and went with him getting the hell fucked out of him every night by my master. I wasn't too concerned with it all, as I still had Roman to mess around with. As my room was right next to his, I could hear Stephan cry every single time Мастер took him. I usually took a second to smile at hearing his wailings and pleadings for mercy. Roman usually chided me by telling me to stop smiling and get back to sucking his cock.

It wasn't until mid-January that Stephan ceased crying for help or for Мастер to stop. I figured the next step was for him to begin enjoying getting fucked. I was right. A week later, I started hearing moans of pleasure coming from the room next door. The next day, I smiled at him, knowingly.

"I guess you're a faggot now, as well," I said, smugly.

"I'm sorry for calling you that, Sasha," he said, genuinely. He had never apologized for anything so far. This was a step in the right direction for him. I accepted it and told him to take the day off. It had been over a month since he had a day to himself.

I spent that night with Мастер as it had been a while. He was just as he always had been; my master. We fucked for hours that night before nodding off to sleep in each others arms. Roman and I spent the next night with him; both of us tied to each other again. For an older man, he had such stamina to keep up with the two of us preteen sluts, that was for sure.

January changed into February, which evolved into March with nothing of note. The first Wednesday of that month, Мастер sent for Stephan for the first time since the last week of January. I knew he was in for a rough time as it had been so long since he had been with the master. After only fifteen minutes, Stephan was screaming at having a larger cock back up his ass. Roman was on the receiving end of my cock as Мастер laid into his own piece of ass.

"Harder, Sasha," Roman cried and I obliged him willingly. I pummeled my friend as fiercely as my master was raping his boy. At some point, I laid him down on his stomach, but continued to fuck him. He thrust his hips back up into mine as I descended down to him. I wrapped my arms under his and around his neck to put him into a full nelson. He was the one that had suggested that over Christmas.

"Oh God, fuck me, Sasha," he cried in the throws of his passion. I was giving his hole everything I had and he wanted more. Every thrust was as powerful as the previous one. I wasn't aware of when it hit me, but my orgasm hit and washed over my small frame, leaving me spent. I fell onto his back as we listened to Stephan crying for Мастер to take the larger cock out of him.

"You want me?" I whispered into his ear. He nodded. I slid off him and to the right. I felt him climb up behind me and lay on my back. It felt good to have his smooth skin touching mine. He slithered his hands under my armpits and up to grip my shoulders as he inserted his stiff cock in me. I opened my legs to allow him easier entry. He found my open door with practiced ease and slipped right inside.

A gasp escaped his lips and I felt his hot breath on my neck. I felt his cocklet begin sliding in and out of my backdoor as he picked up speed. I met his thrusts with my own hips. Lascivious passion filled my body again as he fucked my ass like so many times before. He wasn't as filling as my master's cock, but I felt him, nonetheless.

"Harder, Roman," I whispered back at him as he had done just moments before. I reached back and brought him down for a passionate kiss when I turned my head around. It felt so good to give myself to my best friend; it always got me turned on. Our lovemaking continued for a much longer time than I would have thought, but when we heard Мастер groan out in orgasmic pleasure, it sent my own lover over the edge as well.

He fell hard onto my back, as exhausted as I was. In spite of the cold, we were both drenched in sweat from our fervent lovemaking. He eased off me to the right and I turned and faced him. We wrapped our arms around each other and our legs snaked together to get as close as possible while we calmed down.

"I wonder how Stephan's doing," I said, thinking out loud.

"Who gives a fuck," he shot back and we both snickered.

I must have slipped into oblivion as the next thing I knew, was the room was becoming brighter all of a sudden. I turned and the light was coming from the balcony. I shook Roman awake and he almost fell off the bed, scrambling to get away from it. I blinked one more time and a familiar figure came into view.

"Caleb!" I cried with a grin. I ran to him without thinking further. He enveloped me into a strong embrace. I turned to Roman and he was walking around the end of the bed. I introduced Caleb to him and he smiled at my young lover.

"Come with me, both of you. We have much to discuss." Roman reached out and took Caleb's free hand and the room disappeared from view. The meadow was back and we were under the same tree as before.

"Are we gonna do what we did before, Caleb?" I asked, hopeful.

"We will have time for that later, Sean," he answered with a smile. "But first, you need to know a few things. The war I told you about is right around the corner, so to speak. This Saturday, you must take those closest to you into the town for the day. There you will see your destiny unfold.

"The next couple of years are not going to be easy for either of you, Sean, but you will do well. Just trust each other and rely on each other's strengths and you will survive. The rebuilding will take a few years afterward, but it will happen. Remember to be patient with it."

He told us just about everything we needed to know for survival during the war. Although he talked a lot, both Julian and I took in every word. The last thing he told me was to take Stephan with me on Saturday.

"Stephan? Why him?"

"Because he is important, Sean. He's not there by accident."

Both Julian and I looked at each other in amazement. I didn't know Stephan had any uses except for to exorcize Мастер's demons. I looked back to Caleb and nodded. He looked in the direction of the lake and smiled. Without warning, he took off. I smiled at Julian and we both took off after him. Before we knew it, we had arrived at the lake and we jumped in after Caleb.

After splashing around for a while, we got out to rest a while on the lake's bank. The sun felt great on our skin as it felt like summer to the last vestiges of winter that we were living in. Caleb moved in front of me as I was lying flat on the ground. I moved upward to embrace him fully. We began kissing as he felt up my asscheeks. My dick got hard almost immediately.

As we embraced, something between his legs reached out and enveloped my cocklet. It felt like a sucking action from a vacuum cleaner, but it was warm and slick. It seemed to milk my small cock as it wrapped around it. It was the most wonderful sensation. Caleb's hands moved up my back and encircled my upper body as I moved up to kiss him. His tongue found its way inside my mouth without difficulty.

As we kissed, another strange event happened. Something else began slithering up between my legs and found its way to my boy-pussy. Remembering the first experience, I opened my legs up wider to allow its entry into me. It felt great as it wormed its way inside me again.

"Oh God, that feels great, Caleb," I said as I broke our kiss.

I felt a hand move along my back and saw Julian sitting beside us with a warm smile. I smiled back at him and pulled him closer to us. I kissed my angelic friend again and his tongue slipped back into my mouth. The worm that had worked its way inside my anus was becoming larger again, filling me fully.

As the cock thing spread my rectal muscles, the sucking thing was sending vibrations of pleasure through my groin. Something began happening to his tongue as well; it began to get longer and thicker. Without forcing, it worked its way down my gullet. I was getting it in all three of my sexual areas simultaneously.

As his hands began playing with my nipple rings, something inside the sucking organ touched the tip of my cock. It felt strange to have something like this enveloping my sex, but stranger still to have something working its way inside it. My urethra was penetrated by a small digit and it slithered up inside it. I didn't know something like this was even possible.

I came violently as the small finger arrived at the base of my cock. As a large tongue was down my throat, I couldn't put to voice my explosion of pleasure, but it was no less thrilling. But he didn't stop there. Caleb's whole body seemed to know the right buttons to push on my smaller one. I came again almost immediately afterward and I wanted more of it. He didn't disappoint me.

Every single erogenous zone was being molested in some way. Something was penetrating all three of my orifices and I loved every second of it. I came again and again and again in rapid succession. It was like there was no end to the pleasure he was giving my whole being. Unfortunately, there was an end to it and he began pulling all three invading digits from my young body.

I collapsed down on his smooth body and then rolled off it. I looked to Julian to see him smile back at me. I then looked up to Caleb to see if he would do the same for my friend and he nodded. Usually after cumming so hard, I would be tired, but as with the first time I was here, I was reenergized. Julian crawled upon Caleb and the two assumed the same posture as we did previously. This time, I was going to see what he did to me. Julian moved up the angel's body to kiss him. I smiled as my friend was about to get the experience of a lifetime. And Caleb didn't disappoint.

He moaned a little and I looked down his body to see why. The worm that had invaded my boy-hole, slipped into his, but it didn't come from Caleb. It actually came from the ground underneath them. I was about to put an end to this, but Caleb held up a finger and waved me off. All I could do was trust him that he wasn't going to hurt Julian.

The worm enlarged as it had done with me twice before and spread Julian's backside wider than ever. Another moan and I saw the same sucking organ envelop his small cocklet as it had done mine. But this organ did actually come from Caleb. Julian was about to have a sweet surprise.

Caleb's tongue wormed its way down Julian's throat; I could see it spread his larynx wider as it went. I was amazed that his lungs were not deprived of the necessary oxygen while it was inside him. But I guess Caleb wouldn't let him die as he didn't let me.

I began to assist in the lovemaking by playing with Julian's nipple that was closest to me, eliciting a slight moan from him. A quick pinch and another moan escaped. All at once, his body stiffened and a gasp came from his throat. I smiled as Caleb and I didn't let up on my friend's sensory parts of his body. We sent him over the top several more times before Caleb withdrew from him. Julian looked up and smiled at him.

"It's time for the two of you to return to your plane. And unfortunately, this will be the last time we meet like this." Caleb told us with sad eyes.

We were shocked and both of us were about to complain about that, when he held up a hand to stop us in our tracks.

"This is difficult for me as well, as I have been watching both of you since you met on the airplane to Istanbul. I have helped the two of you fall in love with each other and I have fallen for the two of you as well. But this is how it's supposed to be. Know this, though; I will never leave you. I will always be there with the both of you as you grow up."

I felt better knowing that, but also sad as I would never actually see my new friend again.

"Before I send you back, though, I bestow a gift to the both of you," he said and touched both of our foreheads.

Darkness took us and the next thing I knew, we were waking up at dawn in each others' arms. The sun shot into our room like knives cutting into butter. I yawned and stretched, causing Roman to wake up as well. We smiled at each other again and got out of bed, ready to tackle the new day.

"Wonder what's going to happen on Saturday that's so important," he said, musingly.

"I don't know, but I guess we'll find out soon enough," I said, wondering the same thing myself.

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