Justin Davis

St. Petersburg Vacation

Chapter One

Jeff watched halfway with expectation, and halfway with uncertainty, as the passageway swung out and attached itself to the side of the plane. A journey over many months, and over 5,000 miles [8,000 km], was about to come to completion. Yet actually, it was a journey that was just beginning.

It had all begun six months earlier, as Jeffrey Mattson had surfed the Internet looking for more porn. Not just any porn mind you, but the kind that he, as of late, had come to love the most. Over the last month or so he had become both fascinated and captivated by the large number of web sites devoted to Russian pornography. It seemed, he discovered, that there was no limit to what one could find, or download, if one was willing to take the time and energy to do it.

Jeff had become quite found of the seemingly endless number of pictures of Russian teens and young boys whose sexual excitement and escapades were graphically depicted in the numerous pictures that he had downloaded and saved. For months he had gotten himself off to the hot sex pics that had become part of his ever-growing porno collection. Not that anyone would have suspected. No, no one would have suspected Jeff of any thing like that.

At twenty-six, Jeffrey Mattson was the type of guy that was every girls dream and the object of every guy's envy. Physically, he was quite good looking and in very good shape. His coal black hair was enhanced by a smooth, tan complexion, attributable in no small part to his native-American ancestry. His sparkling brown eyes seemed to speak volumes when they looked at you. Jeff's shoulders and chest tapered down to a thirty-two inch [81 cm] waist, highlighted by a very appealing ripple of abs. Years of high school and college tennis, working out, and running had molded and shaped Jeff into, for want of a better term, a stud. Mentally and financially, he hadn't done too badly either.

His training in economics and accounting at the University of Chicago had given him the background and connections to land a job with one of the most prestigious brokerage firms on Wall Street. As the successes and commissions rolled in, Jeff had become the envy of most of the young guys in the firm. For some reason, they did not know why, Jeff seemed to have an innate knack for picking winners and avoiding losers in the market. Financially, by every stretch of the imagination, Jeff was well on his way to becoming quite wealthy at a very early age in life. From all outward appearances Jeff had it all. Everything, that is, except what he wanted and craved the most. Boys.

There is little doubt that both the chicks, and some guys, that drooled over his good looks, or those that envied his financial abilities, would have been somewhat bewildered and shocked, to have seen Jeffrey Mattson sitting naked in front of his computer screen, jerking himself off to a seemingly endless parade of hot Russian boys. Names like Dimitri, Anton, Yura, Vastya, Andrei, Sergei, Valentin, Vova, and Anatol had become as familiar to Jeff in his private life as the terms prospectus, dividend date, selling short, buying long, price earnings ratio, and the like, had become in his public one. Just has he had developed extraordinary expertise in the investment world of stocks and bonds, Jeff had developed an extraordinary talent and ability to hunt down Russian porn. Consequently, he had a rather sizeable collection.

Zip disks loaded with pictures occupied one whole box on his computer desk. In another, next to it, were zip disks loaded with Mpegs and video segments he had painstakingly downloaded. In a very special box, next to his entertainment center Jeff had his most prized possessions, three videos that had been smuggled into the country because their content was highly illegal. It was one of those Jeff now watched intently as he slowly stroked his thick, seven inch [18 cm], cock.

Jeff stared at the screen intently as the three performers put on their show. It was a scene set in what was supposed to be some kind of shower and locker room. The two youngest boys, smooth blonde youths, one no more than 10, the other 12 at the most, were eagerly administering to the sexual needs of a dark-haired lanky teenager of perhaps 16. The teen was so thin and lanky that it appeared as though it was a dick with a teen attached.

Jeff's hand tightened its grasp around his cock and began to stroke in earnest as the older-looking of the blonde youths took more and more of the teen's sizeable tool in his mouth. Each time the blonde-headed boy went down on the teen's thick tube he seemed to take more and more of it until his was burying his nose in the teen's dark bush, his throat obvioulsy destended from the huge chuck of meat shoved down it. Meanwhile, the younger of the two boys was giving a demonstration of ass-eating that far exceeded what someone of his tender years should have had the knowledge to do. The teen's groans became louder and more audible as the two young boys expertly ate him from both sides.

"Trakhaht' Trakhat'!" the older boy began to intone over and over again as he ground his butt back into the willing mouth of the younger blonde and then pushed forward into the eager mouth of the older blonde.

Jeff began to pick up the pace of his stroking somewhat. He had seen this video many times before and he knew the best part was about to begin.

The long, thick shaft of the dark-haired teen had become quite well-lubed with spit and pre-cum as the older of the two boys continued to suck and bury his nose in the teen's dark bush. It was at that point that the action paused and the teen pulled the older of the boys away from his dick, helped him stand up, and led him over to one of the locker room benches. The younger boy stood and watched, his hairless crotch and his stiff three-inch [7½ cm] boy dick clearly in view, while his older companion was led over to the bench.

"Vstat' rakom!" the older teen commanded.

At that, the older blonde boy leaned over the bench in a doggy-style position and spread his ass cheeks. The camera zoomed in and showed a clear shot of the youth's tight, pink, hole, slightly dark around the exterior edges and twitching with expectation. Jeff gasped as he felt the tingle in his balls start to surge up through him. He slowed the pace of his stroking so as not to go too soon.

The older boy began to whine and his body began to tremble slightly as the dark-haired teen, his hand on his huge pole, began to line up behind him.

"Ty mne van'ku ne val'aj!" the teen said as he slapped the boy hard on his ass cheeks with his hand.

The youth's whines died to a low sobbing whimper as he prepared himself for the inevitable.

Again the camera zoomed in on the young boy's asshole as the head of the teen's dick began to press against it. An almost cat-like wail could be heard on the audio as the plum-sized head of the teen's disappeared into the young boy's ass. Slowly, the teen's spit-slick pole, made more sizeable in appearance by the small size of the boy he was impaling, began to disappear up and into the boy's tight chute.

It was not long until the teen's wiry, dark bush pressed against the ass of the young boy. At that point, the camera panned back and showed a healthy set of nuts swinging between the legs of the impaled younger boy, leaving little doubt that the teen was now balls deep and ready to begin his fucking.

Slowly at first, then more rapidly, the dark-haired teen began to pump his meat into and out of the helpless boy on the bench beneath him. It was at that moment that the youngest of the two blondes moved in to his next assignment. It was his task, it seemed, to lick and suck the dark-haired teens balls as he pumped his sizeable tool in and out of the now panting and shuddering youth beneath him.

Jeff speeded up his stroking as the scene continued to unfold. He knew it was only a short time until the end of the scene.

"MMMMMMM!" Jeff moaned as he watched the teen continue to pound into the butt of boy, his balls swinging back and forth wildly like some huge bull.

"OH!" Jeff gasped as he began to feel the stirrings in his balls that meant his own release would soon take place.

"Unnnnggggggghhhhhhh!" Jeff cried out as the dark-haired teen, whose moaning and ass-quivering seconds before had meant he was filling the young boy beneath him with a hot load of teen cum, pulled out and let the camera get a good shot of the boy's now wide-open cum-leaking hole.

"Arrghhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmpppffffff!" Jeff screamed, his hips thrusting upward into his hand, as the camera showed the younger blonde boy moving in and lapping up the trickle of cum that oozed out of the asshole of the older blonde. Jeff shot his load.

The first rope of cum landed just beneath his neck and trailed down to his right nipple. That was followed by a second, and a third, and a fourth, until his entire stomach was covered in trails of white cum splotches, and his hand, now slowing its pace, milked the last few drops from the head of his softening dick.

"Geez!" Jeff commented out loud as he took his left hand, the one which was not covered in cum, picked up the remote, and turned off the VCR.

Slowly, so as not to drip cum all over his carpet, he walked to the bathroom, got a damp rag, and began to clean himself off. That done, he went back to the living room, ejected the tape from the VCR, and walked toward the kitchen to find something to eat. Jeff glanced at his idle computer as he worked his way toward the kitchen.

He would check his e-mail later on, he thought to himself. After all, it was Friday night. He didn't have to go to work tomorrow. Besides, he might want to watch another part of the tape and jerk off again before he bothered with it.

Even though he had cum only moments before, Jeff's dick twitched a bit as he thought of the next segment on the tape he had just watched. It was the one in which the two blonde boys sucked, fucked, moaned and squealed, wreathing upon the bed like baby seals as their young bodies were wracked with one dry orgasm after another . Yeah, e-mail would have to wait.

Chapter Two

Afterward, when the tape had been placed safely back in its box, and Jeff had cleaned himself up with a hot shower, he sat down at the computer. Now, as the screen filled with the familiar window, and the voice announced that he did indeed have mail, Jeff clicked the mailbox to read his mail.

"Same old thing," he muttered to himself as he noticed the array of e-mails from people who were obviously trying to sell something.

Jeff's eyes scrolled down the list, has he highlighted, clicked, and deleted each message in turn without opening it. It was toward the bottom of the list that one item in particular had caught his eye. Jeff clicked the mouse and opened the e-mail. His heart leaped up into his throat and he gasped at what he saw.

There, on the screen in front of him, was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. He couldn't have been much more than thirteen. Jeff's eyes scanned over the nude image of the youth and his breathing had become heavier. The blonde hair of the boy was set off by a piercing set of blue eyes the likes of which Jeff had never seen in his life. The youth's stomach was as if it was a cascading waterfall of ripples that fell toward a pubic area showing just a trace of hair. It all culminated in a thick uncut dick that must have been at least five inches [13 cm] in its soft state. Jeff groaned at the sight. It was some time before he noticed the message beneath the picture.

"Is this what you like?" the message began.

"If it is, arrangements can be made for the vacation of a lifetime," the message continued.

"Although this photograph may not be the actual boy you will meet, it is very representative of what you can expect. We provide only the finest young men 11-16 for your enjoyment. If interested contact the e-mail link below."

Jeff stared at the screen dumbfounded. His breathing had become even more rapid at just the thought of the sexual possibilities with a youth that looked so wonderful. Jeff's hand literally shook as he moved the mouse to click on the link. That action had resulted in a long trail of events which had led him to where he was now-waiting to deplane in St. Petersburg while the stewardess gave instructions in a language which he did not understand.

There had been the questions on the electronic form that he had had to answer soon after he had clicked on the link. There had been the personal interview, with a Mr. Smith, who claimed he was formally from Russia but who spoke perfect English. There had been the background information that he had had to give on his financial status. And of course, there had been the physical exams and blood tests to prove that he was in good and safe medical condition. For months, step by step, hurdle by hurdle, Jeff had waited for this moment. The deposit of $5,000 had been made, with the balance of $5,000 due upon completion of his two-week stay, and all had been arranged "with the utmost in privacy, safety and discretion assured." Yet, as Jeff sat waiting to get off the plane, he was so nervous that he thought he might literally throw up.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the foreign voice now intoned in English, "Welcome to St. Petersburg!"

"Please have your passports and visas ready to check in the area to your right as you leave the plane. We thank you for flying Aeroflot and hope you enjoy your stay in St. Petersburg."

Jeff rose from his seat, pulled his carry-on out of the over head luggage rack, and began to wait impatiently as the passengers in front of him began to work their way out of the plane.

As Jeff walked up the passageway toward the terminal his eyes darted about nervously looking at the strange surroundings. St. Petersburg was a long way from home for a kid who had grown up on the south side of Dallas,Texas, gone to college in Chicago, and eventually worked his way to New York. Jeff followed the flow of passengers up the passageway and into the main lobby area of the terminal then went to the area on the right as the stewardess had instructed. There he joined the mass of people waiting to be checked by what seemed like only three official-looking individuals seated at tables. He sighed and resigned himself to a long wait.

"Mr. Mattson! Mr. Mattson!" a voice said awaking him from his gloom.

Jeff turned and looked into the face of an extraordinarily handsome guy about his age with dark hair, brown eyes, and an ear ring in his right ear.

"My name is Denik, we were expecting you," the guy said in perfect English and smiled.

"Please come with me! Your luggage and everything will be taken care of," he continued.

"But what about…?" Jeff asked motioning with his head toward the line, the tables, and the officials.

"Ah, I see you don't know much about our country!" the young man laughed.

"Already taken care of, come with me!"

Jeff followed the young man through the terminal and outside into the fresh cool air that is normally St. Petersburg in the summer.

"Well get in!" Denik said, motioning toward a blue Mercedes parked at the curb.

Jeff opened the door and got in as Denik was sliding behind the wheel. Denik started the engine and roared away from the curb as if on some emergency mission.

"Woah!" Jeff exclaimed.

Denik's laughter filled the car.

"Ah, its is okay, I know how to drive very well," Denik stated in a confident tone.

"Where are we going?" Jeff asked.

" Well, it will be awhile before we are there Mr. Mattson, so relax and enjoy the ride," Denik replied.

"Uh, call me Jeff," Jeff replied feeling a little uncomfortable with someone his age calling him "Mr."

"Sure, whatever you want man," Denik said, looking at Jeff and flashing a set of perfect white teeth.

Jeff looked at him and managed to smile. There was something in the guy's face, something in his eyes. He didn't know what, but it seemed to be there.

"I am your personal attendant the whole time you are here," Denik continued.

"You need something, you ask me. You want to know anything, you ask me." Denik said in a rather matter of fact way.

"Well, I…"

Denik cut him short.

"Yeah you wanna know where we are going… If you are gonna get killed… all that stuff," Denik replied.

Denik fiddled with the radio and some kind of semi-modern music began to fill the car. Jeff recognized the modern beat but the words were lost in the language barrier.

Denik began to pat his hands on the wheel in time with the beat.

"Look man, you are gonna be okay. So don't freak out," Denik said looking at Jeff and flashing his grin again.

Jeff looked into Denik's eyes again. And for the first time realized what he saw there. He smiled.

"Yeah dude, I am gay," Denik replied.

"But I am your personal attendant and off limits," Denik continued.

"I will take care of what you need while you are with us, but I am not allowed to go beyond that," he stated in a very serious way.

"And if I do?" Jeff asked.

"Then it will mean ruin for me, and you will be sent right back to the United States."

"Oh!" Jeff exclaimed.

"Relax man!" Denik continued.

"We will be there in about twenty minutes, you are gonna enjoy it!"

Jeff looked at Denik's smile again. The sparkling eyes. There were so many questions he wanted to ask there were so many things about this that seemed so strange. He was so far away from home.

There were so many thoughts that went through Jeff's mind as the Mercedes headed out of St. Petersburg toward some unknown location. It was out of Jeff's hands now. He was a stranger in a strange land. He could not change things now, even if he had wanted to.

Chapter Three

Jeff had enjoyed those seemingly endless weeks he had spent during the summers on his uncle's farm. Those times had been times to get away and forget about the pressures placed on a teenager growing up in the urban sprawl that signifies the Dallas/Fort Worth area of Texas. They had been times that had provided him with a welcome remoteness and contrast that had helped him cope somehow with a lot of the internal turmoil he had had as a teen. They had also been times when he and his cousin had experimented with boy-sex and Jeff's curiosity had been aroused.

"We are here man!" Denik's voice intoned over the blare of the radio.

Jeff's mind snapped back to the reality of the moment.

"Uh?" he said.

"I said we are here," Denik repeated.

"Oh, yeah sure," Jeff replied.

The Mercedes slowed and Denik turned it onto a dirt road lined with trees. In fact the whole area seemed to be almost like a forest with very few patches of fields, at least not any that Jeff could see. The scenery continued like that for about a mile or so it seemed until the trees began to give way to openness and Jeff got a look a his destination.

There, in a large clearing, was a large Château-like structure with immaculately landscaped grounds. It was a stark contrast to the small farm houses and plain scenery that Jeff had seen on the drive from St. Petersburg.

"Well man, this is it!" Denik said, looked at Jeff, and smiled.

"Nice digs huh?" he continued.

"Yeah, they are," Jeff said, as his eyes continued to drink in the new surroundings.

Denik steered the Mercedes through gate, around the circular drive, and brought it to a stop in front of the steps and large double doors that were obviously the entrance to the building. It was only a matter of seconds before a young boy, about 14 years old or so dressed in a uniform composed of a white shirt and shorts, emerged through the doors, and headed down the steps toward the parked Mercedes. Almost immediately, Denik slipped out from under the steering wheel, opened the door, got out, and began to converse with the teen in what Jeff assumed to be Russian. As Jeff began to open the door the teen quickly grabbed hold of the outside handle and pulled the door open for him the rest of the way. Now that he was closer, Jeff's eyes drank in the beauty of the young teen as the got out of the car.

The young teen's hair was a sandy blonde color. His eyes were a piercing shade of green. Greener, Jeff thought, than any he had ever seen before. In fact, he was the most beautiful boy Jeff thought he had ever seen. The uniform-like outfit the young man wore only help to highlight his good-looking features. Jeff could not help but smile at the young teen as their eyes met. He was greeted with a smile in return.

"This is Kostya," Denik spoke up, breaking Jeff's trance somewhat.

"He is one of the newer guys on staff here," Denik continued.

"Hello Kostya," Jeff said, again looking into the teen's eyes.

"Hello!" Kostya replied with just a trace of an accent.

"If you will follow me for your meeting, Kostya here will take care of your luggage and make sure everything is prepared in your room," Denik intoned, again diverting Jeff from his attention to the young teen.

"Meeting?" Jeff asked

"Yes, we don't want to keep Mr. Provoloff waiting," Denik replied.

Jeff followed as Denik escorted him up the steps and the entrance of the Château. He glanced back at the Mercedes and noticed that Kostya was busily unloading the suitcases from the trunk. As Jeff gazed at the youth Kostya looked up at him and smiled. Once again the eyes of the two meet and Jeff felt a stirring deep within him.

"He is a nice-looking kid isn't he?" Denik remarked as they headed up the steps, shaking Jeff once again from his attentions to the youth.

"Yeah he is," Jeff remarked.

Denik led Jeff through doors of the Château and into a large entrance hall decorated with artwork, ceramics, and plants. Everything was obviously expensive and done in very good taste. Jeff's attention to the furnishings was distracted by several uniformed youths, younger than Kostya, but equally as good looking, who were walking together toward some destination conversing in Russian.

"If you will wait here for a minute please!" Denik intoned, as he halted beside two large wooden doors. Denik knocked on one of the closed doors and a voice, obviously saying something in Russian, came from behind them. Denik entered and went in.

Jeff looked about him and continued to drink in the surroundings. Again his attention to the furnishings and artwork were distracted by two other uniformed youths that chatted with each other as they passed. Jeff's attention to the two youths was interrupted the opening of one of the doors.

"Please come in, Mr. Provoloff will see you now,'" Denik said beckoning Jeff in.

As Jeff entered the room a short, balding, rather stocky man arose from the large wooden desk behind which he was seated.

"Kak dela?" the man asked as he rose from his chair and headed around the desk towards Jeff.

Jeff's obviously blank stare told the man what he needed to know.

"Ah, I see you obviously do not speak our language," he said, with just a trace of an accent as he approached Jeff.

"I was asking how things are with you," he continued.

"I am Mr. Provoloff, welcome Mr. Mattson!" The stocky man said holding out his hand.

"Uh, I am fine," Jeff said as he extended his hand and shook hands with the gentleman.

"Please have a seat!" The man said pointing to one of the over-stuffed chairs that were close by.

As Jeff and the gentlemen sat down Jeff glanced around the room and noticed the Denik had disappeared. His gaze returned to the middle-aged gentleman who sat there smiling at him.

"Mr. Mattson," the gentleman began, "In order to make your stay here as rewarding and pleasant as possible I must go over some of the ground rules of our resort."

"Sure!" Jeff replied, now giving the man his full attention.

"First of all, not every young man and boy you see here is at your disposal. For example, Denik has already told you that he is off limits has he not?"

"Yes, he has," Jeff replied.

"Well, there are others too," the man continued.

"Any of the uniformed boys are off-limits. Most of them are new and are in training." Provoloff continued.

"I see," Jeff replied half-heartedly as he remembered how stunning Kostya had looked.

"In a moment Denik will show you to your cottage," the man continued.

"There you will find a video tape, as well as a booklet, which will provide you with a background on the boys elligible for your pleasure," Provoloff continued.

Jeff continued to listen intently.

"Once you have selected a young man, inform Denik. He will take care of things from there. Do you a have any questions at this point?" Provoloff asked.

"No, I don't think so right now," Jeff said in a half-certain manner.

"Well, if you do Denik will be able to answer almost anything for you. I will get him to show you to your quarters."

Provoloff got up from the chair, walked over to his desk, and pressed what appeared to be a button located just to the right of the telephone. In a matter of seconds one of wooden doors to the office opened. It was Denik.

"Yes sir?" Denik said entering the room.

"Show Mr. Mattson to his quarters Denik and please make his comfortable," Provoloff said as Denik entered the room.

"This way sir," Denik replied motioning to the door.

"I hope you enjoy your stay with us Mr. Mattson," Provoloff said and held out his hand.

"Thank you!" Jeff said as he took the stocky man's hand and shook it.

"I am sure I will," Jeff continued.

Jeff followed Denik out of the office into the entrance hall. Denik reached and closed the door behind them.

"This way please," Denik said motioning Jeff toward a door to their right.

They stepped through the door into a sunlit courtyard. Jeff immediately noticed an uniformed young man, of about 13 or so, sitting at the wheel of an electric cart typical of the ones he had seen at large hotels in the states. Jeff followed Denik into the rear seat as Denik said something to the driver that was obviously in Russian. The youth started the cart and steered it toward one of the concrete paths that seemed to radiate like spokes of a wheel from the woods that surrounded the estate.

"We will be at your cottage in just a few minutes," Denik said as he again flashed a smile and looked at Jeff.

Denik noticed the questioning look on Jeff's face and his eyes as they darted around and took in the grounds of the estate.

"Obviously, you are not our only guest," Denik continued.

"In case Mr. Provoloff didn't tell you there are other guests here but you probably won't see them," Denik stated in a business-like manner.

"Each cottage is self-contained and there is a small staff assigned to each one that will take care of your needs. I am in charge of the staff at your cottage," Denik continued as the cart moved along the path, through the trees, toward what looked like a white two-story structure much too big to be described as a cottage.

They came to a halt in front of the somewhat modern-looking structure. Jeff followed Denik's lead and got out of the cart.

"Welcome, to your home for the next two weeks," Denik said, again flashing that contagious smile of his.

Jeff followed Denik through the front door into the cottage and was amazed at how modern the furnishings were. It was as if someone had shopped at a typically American-style furniture store and chosen the best quality available. As Jeff glanced intently around the room he was startled somewhat by Denik's voice barking something loudly in Russian.

As if from no where there scurried into the room five boys, which Jeff guessed must be from the ages of 9 to 12 or so, all with blonde hair and all equally naked. They lined up before Jeff and Denik like troops waiting for inspection. The sight caused Jeff to give a sharp intake of breath and stir somewhat in his groin area. He immediately felt a little uneasy as he noticed the older and more developed of the boys was quite well endowed for his age and already had a small tuft of pubic hair above his uncut dick. As his eyes drank in the sight Jeff couldn't help but notice that all of the young boys were uncut and seemed well endowed for their ages. Jeff could feel his face flush. He knew it must have been turning red.

"This is the cottage staff," Denik stated rather matter of factly.

"Uh, hello!" Jeff said, when he finally managed to get some words to come out.

The boys looked at each other, smiled, and giggled.

"Guys this is Jeff," Denik said in English.

"Hello, Jeff," the oldest of the boys stated in perfect English, as he stepped forward and held out his hand.

Jeff extended his hand and shook the older boy's hand, trying not to be too obvious as his eyes scanned over the boy's body. Each boy followed the older of the boys in turn until all of them had greeted Jeff. Jeff looked at Denik who again was smiling at him.

"You are surprised I see that they speak English," Denik remarked, making no reference to the fact that Jeff was probably more surprised by their naked state than their ability to speak English.

"Hopefully, there will be many more pleasant surprises for you while you are with us," Denik stated and grinned once again.

Denik barked something in Russian and the boys hurried away as quickly as they had appeared.

"If you will follow me I will give you a tour of your cottage," Denik said in very business like manner.

Denik's tour of the accommodations left Jeff more amazed at each turn. Besides the living and dining area downstairs, there was a well-equipped work out room just off of the main area. Upstairs, there was an entertainment room with large-screen TV, a pool table, a bar, and a large sofa. The large cushion-like pillows scattered around the floor in front of the television gave the room a rather homey atmosphere. Jeff noticed that the entertainment center had racks full of tapes and cartridges, a Sony game system, and several video tape decks. The bedroom and bath were even more mind boggling.

A giant whirlpool tub directly in the center highlighted the bathroom, which seemed as large as Jeff's apartment living room back home. The walls were covered with mirrors. As Jeff glanced around, the fact wasn't lost on him that his favorite cologne, and other toiletries he used, were neatly set out on the counter around the lavatory. As the tour continued Jeff noticed his clothes had already been hung carefully in the large walk-in closet. The bedroom was equally large. A king-size bed dominated the room. Denik's words were lost on Jeff as he drank in the furnishings that would make up his surroundings for the next two weeks. As Mr. Provoloff had stated, Jeff noticed that on the nightstand next to the bed were videotape and a large folder of some sort. Again, he was shocked out of his daze by Denik's voice.

"Well, I guess that explains about everything," Denik said.

"Dinner will be at six and its clothing optional around here so wear what you feel comfortable with," he continued.

"Thanks!" Jeff said as his eyes continued to roam around the bedroom,

"Oh," you might want to look at the tape and the folder before dinner. If you have any questions about anything I can help you,'' Denik continued.

"Yeah, I will do that," Jeff stated as he again glanced over at the night- stand.

Denik left and Jeff went over to the nightstand and opened the folder. There, on the very first page, was a picture of a nude youth about 14 or so. Jeff's eyes glanced down below the picture and it was obvious, from the information he saw there, that there was a general description of the teen and other information. He closed the folder and laid it back upon the nightstand. Maybe later he would look at it. Right now he was just too tired.

Jeff lay down upon the bed and drifted off to sleep. It had all been too much. The trip. Everything. He needed to rest.

Chapter Four

What Jeff realized, vaguely, as Denik's voice woke him out of his sleep.

"Huh? Uh yeah," Jeff replied trying to awaken.

"It is almost time for dinner. I figured you would like to bathe and clean up before it gets too late," Denik said adding his usual smile.

"Yeah, that would be fine," Jeff said as he sat up on the bed.

Denik turned toward the doorway and barked something very authoritarian like in Russian toward the open door. Three boys, all naked and led by the older boy Jeff had met earlier, scurried through the door, through the bedroom, and into what Jeff knew to be the bathroom.

"They will help you get cleaned up for dinner," Denik said, once again ending with his usual smile as he exited the room and closed the door behind him.

Still somewhat sleepy and feeling drained from the trip; Jeff got up off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. The fact wasn't lost on him that the older of the boys was adjusting the flow of water into the whirlpool tub and the other two boys were standing, almost as if at attention, with what Jeff recognized as bath rags and soap. The older of the boys, once again Jeff judged to be about twelve, looked up from what he was doing and smiled.

"I tink you will find the water okay," he eventually spoke with somewhat of an accent.

Jeff stood there, not really knowing what to do. His eyes scanned up and down the body of the youth. Just a small tuft of blonde pubic hair sat atop the base of what, for a twelve-year-old, was a very impressive dick. Jeff's heart quickened somewhat, and he felt a slight surge in his groin, as his eyes trailed over the kid's stomach muscles. Quite literally Jeff was almost frozen at the sight. The older boy spoke something, obviously in Russian, and the two younger boys laid down the bath rags and soap, approached Jeff, and began to remove his clothes.

Slowly, almost expertly, one of the boys began unbuttoning Jeff's shirt while the other began to unfasten his belt. Jeff stepped out of his pants as they fell to his ankles. He raised each foot as the boy kneeling below him took off each sock in turn. Jeff moved his arms and allowed the other boy to remove his shirt. Soon, Jeff was standing there only in his boxers, which by this time, were now quite tented out. The older boy smiled at him and continued to monitor the filling of the tub.

The young boy kneeling before Jeff hooked his fingers in the waistband of Jeff's shorts and slid them down. Jeff's dick sprang free and erect. At that, all three of the boy's giggled.

As the boy slid Jeff's shorts to his ankles, Jeff, as if he had no mind of his own, raised each foot and allowed the youth to slip off the shorts. He wasn't prepared for what happened next.

Almost immediately, after slipping off the shorts, the boy who had done so had his mouth and tongue all over Jeff's stiff dick. He gasped as the boy's tongue worked its way around the head. Sensation followed sensation as the other boy, who Jeff had completely forgotten about, began to work his hands over Jeff's buttocks and then began to probe between them with his tongue.

"Unnnnnnggggggghhhh"! was Jeff's only response as the erotic sensations he was feeling mounted.

Both boys halted their work, and taking hold of Jeff, began to lead him toward the tub.

"I tink you will like your bath," the older boy said, then smiled, as he waited beside the tub.

What happened next was beyond what Jeff had ever dreamed or imagined.

The three boys helped Jeff into the tub, then climbed in with him. Slowly, and expertly, they began to bathe his body with the rags and soap, as the whirlpool-like action of the water provided a soothing stimulation. As they bathed him, the three boys began to pay special attention to Jeff's body in very erotic ways.

Jeff groaned a little as one of the younger boys washed his now rock-hard dick with the soapy rag. He then gasped somewhat as other younger boy licked, then washed behind his ears. All of this while the oldest of the three let his mouth and tongue roam up and down the trail of hair that led from Jeff's navel to his pubic area, then up and down shaft of his cock to the head and back again.

Jeff was lost in ecstasy by the time the older of the three boys stopped his exploration of Jeff's groin area, slowly took Jeff's dick, soaped it up, got astride him, then began to slowly lower himself upon it. The boy moaned softly, and Jeff gasped, as the youth's buttocks slid slowly down to Jeff's pubes. The youth was now impaled on seven inches [18 cm] of rock-hard meat and the tightest, warmest feeling he had ever felt encased Jeff's dick.

Slowly at first, the older boy began to work his ass up and down on Jeff's dick by making little hunching motions. Meanwhile, the other two boys, now very much into the routine, continued to nibble at his neck, his ears, and work their tongues over and around his lips. It was as if two hungry boys were devouring Jeff while their older companion was concentrating on giving Jeff the fuck of his life. Jeff had never known this much pleasure at one time.

"Ohhhh! Mmmmmm!" the older boy intoned, as he wrapped his arms around Jeff's neck, picked up the pace, and began to ride Jeff's dick in earnest. As he did so a ribbon of pre-cum began to flow from the youth's over-sized kid dick, which, even though he was only twelve, was almost as big as Jeff's was.

Jeff took his hand, wrapped it around the shaft of the boy's penis, and began to work it up and down its length as the boy quickened his fucking movements. The youth let out a little sigh, put his arms around Jeff's neck, and then laid his head on Jeff's shoulder. Jeff's hand now how more lubricant to work up and down the youth's shaft for the boy's dick began to pour out pre-cum in a steady stream.

For some minutes it went on that way. The older boy sliding his tight shit hole up and down Jeff's dick, the other two boys nibbling over every exposed part of Jeff's body, and Jeff jacking the youth that was riding him. The younger boys licked Jeff's armpits, they wet Jeff's ears with their tongues, they nibbled in little bites around his neck, they licked and sucked on his tits. It was a world of sensations Jeff had never experienced. It was too much for him to control or handle.

Jeff could feel the sensations in his balls and groin begin to build much sooner than he wanted them to. He loved this feeling of being devoured by naked boy flesh. He wanted it to last forever. Soon, though, Jeff could feel his hot load working its way up from deep inside him.

Almost uncontrollably, as if his hips had a mind of their own, Jeff began to fuck up into the youth astride him. As much as he wanted the sensations to go on forever there was no holding back. The sensations were just too much. Jeff came in what was 'the cum' of his young adult life.

"Unnnnnnnnnnnguuuhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Jeff hollered as his hot load traveled up through his dick like molten lava and exploded into gut of the young boy impaled astride him.

Obviously, the kid must have felt it too, for as Jeff shot the boy's head rolled back, his eyes closed, he groaned, rocked even harder on Jeff's dick, emitted an almost girlish squeal, then spewed forth thick globs of boy-cum all over Jeff's stomach. The globs that didn't fall upon Jeff's stomach plopped into the water where they disappeared into the swirling waters of the tub.

The intensity of the youth's orgasm left him so weak he collapsed upon Jeff's chest. As he did so, Jeff encircled his arms around him and pulled him tightly to him as they both quivered in the afterglow of their orgasms.

Both Jeff and the youth were totally oblivious, at that point, to the fact that moments before the two younger boys had gotten out of the tub, laid upon the carpeted floor and engaged in a writhing sixty-nine with each other. Now, unnoticed by either Jeff or the youth he held in afterglow, both of the boys were moaning and quivering with their dry cums as each fucked frantically into the mouth of the other. Unfortunately, everyone's good feelings didn't last long.

"Promudobl' adsksya pizdopro' ebina!" Denik bellowed out as he entered the bathroom and surveyed the scene before him.

Although there is no certain translation for the phrase, since it is a concentrate of explicit language used to stress that someone has concentrated all the negative features in something, the meaning was not lost on the three boys.

Immediately, all three of them stopped what they were doing and ran from the bathroom, the older boy dripping wet, as if they were being chased by a crazed killer while Jeff sat dazed and startled in the tub looking at Denik.

"I apologize Mr. Mattson," Denik said to Jeff.

"I can assure you it won't happen again, they will be severely disciplined for breaking the rules," Denik continued.

"No need to apologize, it was wonderful," Jeff responded.

"That's not the point Mr. Mattson," Denik said seriously.

"The boys know what the rules are related to guests. They are fairly new. I had hoped that they would be trained enough now to take you on as their first assignment. I was wrong." Denik said with and air of gloom.

Jeff rose up from the water in the tub and Denik handed him a towel.

"What will happen to them?" Jeff asked.

"That is not your concern," Denik responded rather bluntly.

"The won't be hurt will they?" Jeff asked very concerned.

"No, they are too valuable to scar or mark up, but I can assure you the people in charge of discipline around here have their ways of getting their point across," Denik responded.

"I have already told you more than I should, please don't ask me anymore, the less you know about it the better. You need to get ready. Dinner is waiting," Denik concluded as he turned and exited the bathroom.

As Jeff got out of the tub dried himself off, then went to the mirror and began to brush his hair, he began to wonder what type of situation he was really in.

He had just had the most pleasurable sexual experience in his life. Yet, 'the rules' of the establishment didn't permit it. He had been given a folder full of pictures and choices of young and hung boy flesh, which he had yet to look at, that did seem to be open to his every whim.

Jeff selected one of the Polo sport shirts hanging in the closet and a pair of the loose fitting shorts from the drawers to wear for dinner. Although he remembered Denik saying clothing was optional, Jeff was a little concerned at this point about being naked around anyone or anything. Not until he fully understood what 'the rules' were anyway.

Jeff checked his appearance in the bedroom's full-length mirror. Satisfied that he looked okay, he began to make his way downstairs for dinner.

Denik had said if there were questions he should ask. Jeff was beginning to have more and more questions by the moment. What had he gotten himself in to? Why were some boys permitted and some not? Why was he only allowed to choose from a folder of boys provided for him? What the fuck 'were' the rules here?

As the last question went through Jeff's mind, his mind drifted back to Kostya and how beautiful the boy was. From the moment he laid eyes on him Jeff knew, that for him, the boy was total perfection itself. He would ask Denik more questions about the boy too, he thought as he headed down the stairs for dinner.

Chapter Five

"Ah, I see you have dressed and recovered from your bath," Denik said, and then flashed his usual grin.

"Uh, yeah," Jeff commented.

"Please have a seat," Denik said motioning to the chair opposite him at the other end of the small dining room table.

"Would you care for a glass of wine?" Denik continued.

"Thank you, that would be nice," Jeff replied.

Denik barked something in Russian and almost immediately one of the blonde houseboys appeared with a glass of wine and set it down in front of Jeff. Jeff smiled at the boy as he made eye contact with him. Somewhat sheepishly, the kid smiled back, then turned and disappeared through the doorway from which he had come.

Jeff lifted the wineglass and took a sip. The wine tasted very good.

"I see you approve," Denik commented noticing the pleased expression on Jeff's face at the first sip of his wine.

"It is very good," Jeff replied.

"I think you will be pleased with most everything around here Mr. Mattson," Denik responded.

"Did you have a chance to look at the folder in your room?" Denik continued.

"No, not yet," Jeff responded.

"Well, you should do that immediately after dinner," Denik replied.

"We want your first evening with us to be a memorable one," he continued.

"Yeah, I'll do that," Jeff replied.

After another glass of wine, and some general conversation about the weather, and the amenities available for exercise and recreation at the estate, an excellent dinner, served flawlessly by the boys of the house staff, followed.

Neither the excellent taste of the prime rib, the accompanying vegetables or the dessert was lost on Jeff. Nor was the fact that none of the three boys whom he had romped with in the tub hours earlier was in sight. Three other boys who were equally as attractive had obviously replaced them. That prompted Jeff to make as comment as he and Denik sipped on a glass of after dinner cherry.

"I see you have changed some members of the house staff," Jeff remarked.

"Yes, after the episode earlier it was not only necessary but mandated by the rules Mr. Mattson," Denik replied.

"I hope that nothing I did will cause them trouble," Jeff said sincerely.

"No, they have caused their own trouble Mr. Mattson," Denik responded.

"You only reacted, as anyone would have, to what they were doing. They knew the rules. They will suffer the consequences," Denik continued rather sternly.

"But-,"

Denik cut Jeff off.

"Mr. Mattson, it is none of your concern. Don't worry about them. They will not be permanently harmed. Now, you must be ready to plan your evening. I have some things to see to, so if you will excuse me," Denik said.

Jeff watched as Denik rose and made his way out of the dining room, then got up from the table and made his way upstairs to his suite. The folder and video tape were still where they had been earlier. Jeff picked up the folder, lay propped himself up on the bed, and began to look through its contents.

As Jeff read and turned the pages it became apparent to him that there was a wide range of types and ages of male flesh available for his personal pleasure. Each page of the folder not only contained several photographs of a particular youth, but also a short biography of physical characteristics, a description of the things that the youth was capable of doing, and a reference number to the video tape so that Jeff, if he chose to do so, could see for himself what was offered. It was not an easy choice.

As Jeff continued to thumb through the folder trying to decide, the reason there had been such extensive questioning of his likes and dislikes became apparent. Every one of the youths, whether they were pre-teens or not, matched perfectly with Jeff's ideals of beauty and sexiness.

Although he didn't consider himself a size queen, much less a queen, Jeff was amazed, and somewhat turned on, by the fact that every single youth, from the youngest at eleven to the oldest at sixteen, was very well hung for their age. In fact, some of the younger ones had dicks at least as big as the older ones.

Jeff browsed through the pages of the folder several more times until he finally came back to one particular youth that caught his eye. Jeff really didn't know why as he looked at the pictures of the youth. All of the boys were equally good looking.

A glance at the biographic sketch below the pictures of the youth informed Jeff that the youth's name was Johan, he was Slavic, which probably accounted for his dark tan complexion, was 13, was five feet five inches [1.65 m] tall, had dark brown hair, green eyes, weighed 109 pounds [50 kg], and when erect, the bio proclaimed that he had eight inches [20 cm].

As continued to read the bio, he took note of the fact that Johan was experienced in all aspects of sex, had had his first sexual experience with another boy at age 10, had been in three full-length porno movies, preferred being a top but equally loved being a bottom, and was not available for any S & M activities.

Jeff glanced back up at the photographs of the youth. Just a slight trace of dark pubic hair sat atop what was indeed a massive organ for someone so young. As a matter of fact, the youth was so lanky that the erection jutting out from his body almost gave the appearance of a lever of some sort that protruded from the youths groin area. Jeff felt his dick stir in his shorts as he glanced at the firm stomach muscles that rippled down to the youth's groin area. The kid was truly all dick and all good looks. Jeff smiled. He had made his decision.

Jeff lifted the receiver on the phone that was on the nightstand next to the big king sized bed. Since it was a straight-line phone there were no buttons to push. It began to ring and almost immediately a voice on the other end of the line answered. It was Denik's.

"Ah, Mr. Mattson, I see you have decided on your entertainment for the evening," Denik remarked good-naturedly.

"Uh yeah, would it be possible that you could send Johan to my room?" Jeff asked.

"Not only possible, but it will be done immediately. Just give me a few minutes to inform him. He will be to your room in half and hour," Denik responded.

"That sounds fine," Jeff said.

"Will there be anything else Mr. Mattson?" Denik asked.

"No, I don't think so," Jeff replied.

"You have made an excellent choice Mr. Mattson. Johan is one of our most experienced and capable boys. You will not be disappointed." Denik concluded.

Jeff hung up the phone and looked at his watch. Well, he had half and hour to wait. He might as well look at some of the video.

Jeff got up from the bed and inserted the tape in the VCR. He cut on the television set, then the VCR. He glanced down at the information under Johan's pictures and noticed that the tape index number was 3048. Jeff fast forwarded the tape to the appropriate number and then punched the play button.

Had Jeff not already felt some stirrings in his groin looking at the pictures provided in the folder, what he now saw and heard on the video would certainly have done the trick.

There was Johan, in all his good-looking teen glory, standing naked with his hands guiding the head of a blonde boy whose mouth was taking almost half of his over-sized youth dick. Jeff recognized the young blonde immediately. It was Kostya, the kid who he had met upon his arrival and who unloaded his luggage from the car. Jeff's heart leapt, and he almost groaned, at the sight of Johan working his tool in and out of Kostya's mouth. He had imagined, since that afternoon, what Kostya must look like naked, now he knew.

Kostya was even more beautiful than Jeff had imagined. Jeff's eyes, now riveted to the screen, went over every inch of the blonde's body. Kostya was very well endowed for a boy of twelve. Unlike Johan, whose hips were now beginning to pump his dick into Kostya's eager mouth with wild abandon, Kostya had not a sign of pubic hair. Yet, Jeff's eyes caught just a glistening of pre-cum seeping from the blonde's dick, as the boy grabbed his sizeable tool and began to stroke it in time to Johan's thrusts.

Although the audio on the tape revealed that Johan's comments and encouragement to his young lover were in Russian, the unmistakable groans and gasps cut across language barriers. So too did Johan's almost child like squeal as he pulled his dick from Kostya's mouth, began to stroke it, and pumped what seemed like gallons of thick white cum all over the boy's face. Nor was the fact lost on Jeff that almost at the same moment, the blonde began to squirt forth his own load that splattered onto the floor. Jeff was totally and completely hard. Harder than he had ever been in his life. He hit the stop button on the tape and groaned. He didn't remember ever being so hot and horny.

Jeff cut off the VCR and television then went and lay back down upon the bed. Once there, he slipped his hand into his shorts and began to fondle his throbbing dick. He had seen videos in his life. But none with two youths as good-looking and erotic as what he just witnessed. Yet, it was the image of Kostya that was burned into Jeff's brain. Jeff's thoughts of Kostya were interrupted by a knock at the door. He got up from the bed, went to the door, and opened it.

"Hi! I am Johan," the kid that stood there said and smiled.

For a moment, Jeff was speechless.

Before him stood the boy, Johan, dressed in a USC tee shirt, which was much too big for him, and a pair of baggy shorts, which were also too big. The youth's broad smile revealed a perfect set of white teeth. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of green Jeff thought he had ever seen on anyone accept Kostya.

Jeff's eyes scanned down the youth's body, past the carry bag that was slung over his shoulder, finally coming to rest on a pair of Nike high tops, that appeared to swallow the boy's feet. If ever there was an image of young teen heaven on earth it stood before Jeff now. Everything, everything, Jeff had wanted, desired, and lusted after now stood before him. After the initial shock, Jeff was finally able to speak.

"Hi yourself! I am Jeff," he managed to get out.

The two of them stood in the doorway looking at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"Well Mr. Jeff, are you going to ask me in or do I stand out here all night?" the boy said, with just a trace of an accent, and smiled again.

"Uh, yeah come in," Jeff said haltingly.

"And by the way, please drop the Mr.," Jeff continued.

"Mmmm, l have always liked this suite!" the youth commented as he entered he room, un-slung his carry bag, placed it on the bed, and looked around.

"You have been in this room before?" Jeff asked.

"Sure, lots of times now," the youth replied plopping himself down on the bed beside his carry bag.

Once again, the two looked at each other for a moment.

"So what you wanna do?" the youth asked breaking the impasse.

"Well, I-uh," Jeff stammered.

The boy giggled.

"How about we take a bath?" the youth offered, hopping off the bed and making his way to the bathroom.

"Yeah, sure," Jeff replied, regardless of the fact that he had had a not so unforgettable bath three hours earlier.

Jeff followed the boy into the bathroom. Once there, the two again stood and stared at each other.

"Well, aren't you going to undress me?" the youth asked.

Jeff didn't reply. He couldn't. The words wouldn't come.

Slowly, as if the boy were an apparition that would disappear, Jeff moved toward him, reached out, placed his hands upon the boy's shoulders and looked into his eyes. Carefully, lovingly, Jeff bent down and touched the youth's lips with his own. The probing of the youth's tongue in his mouth rewarded Jeff's efforts almost immediately.

Jeff could feel his dick begin to go hard and strain against the confines of his underwear and shorts. Johan must have sensed Jeff's passion because while the two continued kissing the youth began to fondle Jeff's now engorged member through his shorts. It was only a matter of moments before the boy's expert hands had undone the button on Jeff's shorts, slid the zipper down and pulled Jeff's shorts and boxers down to his knees, allowing Jeff's rock-hard dick to spring free.

That done, the youth broke away from their kiss, leaned in swiftly toward Jeff's hard rod, and began to flick the head with his tongue. Jeff's moans echoed off the tile of the bathroom walls as Johan took the head of Jeff's dick into his mouth and began to suck him slowly and deliberately as Jeff sank down guiding them both toward the carpeted bathroom floor.

The bodies of the two became a frenzy of activity as two pairs of hands, one younger, one older, roamed over each other removing the clothing that separated them from even more intimacy. It was as if both Jeff and the youth couldn't get naked fast enough. Shirts were removed, shorts and underwear were discarded, shoes were taken off and found their place among the assorted piles of clothing that graced the carpeted floor along with the then naked bodies of the two.

For a moment, Jeff's eyes took in the beauty of the now naked youth that lay before him and realized that the photographs he had looked at did not do the teen justice. His eyes met Johan's and he saw something in them, an acceptance, and an eagerness for what was to come. Then, as if years of desire had gone unfulfilled, Jeff moved closer to the youth and began to work his mouth and tongue over the dark brown nipples. His efforts were rewarded with a sigh and a tensing of the youth's body as he reveled in the sensations.

Now, it was Johan's turn to moan as Jeff's mouth and tongue snaked their way over the youth's body. First the nipples, then the stomach, the navel, the trail of fuzz-like hair down to the small bush of pubes, each in turn was savored by Jeff's hungry mouth.

Again, Johan let out a sigh as Jeff took the head of the over-sized young teen dick in his mouth and savored the large ooze of pre-cum that ushered forth. Never mind the fact that at thirteen the young teen's dick was already right at eight inches [20 cm]. Thoughts of dick size and comparisons were nowhere in Jeff's mind as he began to suck the teen's tool in earnest. Gone, too, were any reservations about the boy's age Jeff may have had, especially when the young teen flipped himself around and he and Jeff became locked in a passionate sixty-nine. The teen, just as Denik had said, knew what he was doing. So much so, that when he sensed Jeff's orgasm began to build the young teen broke apart their coupling immediately.

"I think its time for our bath," Johan said, then grinned.

It took a moment for Jeff to get his breath and say anything. One minute he was on his way to one hell of a cum, the next he was breathing heavy and looking at Johan grinning at him.

"Geez!" was all Jeff could say as he lay on his back on the carpet.

"Since I am your first here, Denik told me to treat you very special", Johan said matter-of-factly.

"Oh man, I was so close," was all Jeff could say as he lay there trying to get over the fact that he hadn't gone.

"You will be close many times tonight Mr. Jeff," the boy replied his accent somewhat thicker.

"Oh man! I don't think I can stand it. And quit calling me Mr.," Jeff responded.

Jeff stared at Johan as the teen got up off the floor and began to walk toward the tub. The boy's dick, which was now limp, swung like a pendulum between his legs as made his way toward the tub, cut on the water, and checked it with his hand for the temperature. Then Johan turned, faced him, and walked toward him holding out his hand.

"Come Mr… uh Jeff. Let Johan show you how to enjoy yourself,"

Jeff took hold of the teen's hand and allowed himself to be helped up off the floor and led toward the tub.

As Johan guided him into the warm swirling waters of the tub, Jeff wondered what was in store for the rest of the evening. He didn't realize it at the time, of course, but Johan's words would be prophetic. Jeff would be shown, by someone half his age, enjoyment and pleasure he had never known. Indeed, the youth would guide him toward doing things he never ever dreamed he would do. Denik was right. Jeff's choice could not have been better.

Chapter Six

Groans, sighs and gasps reverberated off the tile walls as the youth washed, caressed, and savored every part of Jeff's body. Jeff lost count of the times he wanted to, needed to, cum. Yet, at each turn of the road Johan would change directions and go on to something else.

Jeff's cum boiled up quickly in him as Johan washed and stroked his rock-hard dick with the bath rag. Yet, that sensation was soon replaced by a thorough washing of his hole. Just as he had thought he could contain himself no longer due to those sensations, they were replaced by the sensations of the teen washing his tits, then lapping and sucking greedily at them.

Jeff almost screamed, as the youth raised his legs, half-submerged himself in the water, and began to eat out his hole. Tears came to his eyes, and he whimpered, as the youth's mouth crawled from his pubes up to his navel and beyond. Jeff had never wanted to cum so badly in his life, yet Johan seemed to know exactly what to do to delay it.

For almost an hour, although to Jeff it seemed like an eternity, Johan explored every area of Jeff's body that might remotely be considered sensuous. In a way, it was almost ironic. It was as if, by some quirk of fate, the item off the menu was now devouring the person who had ordered it.

Jeff didn't resist as Johan rose, stood up in the tub, took his hand, and led them both, dripping wet, to the bedroom. He did not need any prompting as the teen lay back on the bed and pulled Jeff downward toward him.

Older lips hungrily sought younger lips as Jeff's mouth swept down upon Johan's. The bodies of the two writhed and twisted as their tongues probed each other's mouths and their hands explored and caressed their naked bodies. Jeff had never been so sexually excited in his life.

Jeff broke apart from their passionate kissing and his mouth began to hungrily explore the body of the lithe naked teen that lay below him. The boy placed his hands upon Jeff's head and guided him to the most sensitive spots.

Jeff's mouth left a trail of saliva as it went from one part of the youth's body to another. It was almost as if a giant snail was leaving a trail of slime as it explored and tasted every inch of the youth's body.

The young teen began to moan as Jeff savored his nipples and then ate downward toward his hard, muscled stomach. He gasped as he guided Jeff's mouth toward his navel, then downward toward the inside of his thighs. Johan squealed and involuntarily let go of Jeff's head as Jeff's tongue and mouth found their mark on his inner thighs and began to probe and suck under his balls.

There was no need to guide the man any more Johan realized. The American, the one he had known he might be called to serve, had finally abandoned all reserve. The teen surrendered totally and completely to the passion that now consumed the both of them. As for Jeff, his mind was ablaze with the fact that nothing, anything he had ever experienced in his life, had been this good or felt more normal.

Jeff continued to nibble under, and let his tongue flick, the pendulous balls of the teen. His passion and desire to taste every part of the boy rose even higher as the youth squirmed and moaned in response to his actions. Hungrily, almost greedily, Jeff's mouth crept upward toward the base of Johan's now rock-hard member, which lay up against his belly in all its eight inch [20 cm] glory. Jeff nibbled at the base and moved his way upward toward the head as the teen gasped and wiggled.

"Unhhh!! Oh!" the youth exclaimed as Jeff's mouth closed around the head of his dick.

Jeff's efforts were rewarded with a healthy squirt of pre-cum as his mouth worked over the head of the teen's dick and his tongue licked at the teen's dick slit.

"Mmmmmm!" the teen responded as his hands once again guided Jeff and his small hips made hunching motions up into Jeff's mouth.

There was no way Jeff could take Johan's entire dick into his mouth. After all, it was only the second time he had had a dick in his mouth in his life. However, consumed with lust as he was, Jeff tried and realized he could take over half without beginning to gag.

He grabbed the base of Johan's cock with one hand and began to work it in time with his mouth as he bobbed it up and down slowly sucking on the teen's rock hard cock. That action elicited something in Russian from the youth, which Jeff couldn't understand until Johan, repeated it in English.

"Please, not that way, fuck me please!" the teen said.

Jeff stopped stroking and sucking and let the youth's dick fall from his mouth.

"Are you sure?" he looked at the youth and asked.

"Yes, please!" the teen said, in an almost pleading tone.

Although he had never fucked a guy in his life, Jeff had seen enough porno videos to know what to do. He moved himself down between Johan's legs and raised them backward toward the teen's head. This had the effect of exposing the youth's asshole in all its glory, which almost winked at Jeff with the spasms of lust and anticipation the teen was feeling. Jeff grabbed hold of his rock-hard dick and guided it toward the pinkish/brownish target.

He pushed his hips forward and felt the lips of the teen's asshole part and admit the head of his dick. At that, there was a soft intake of breath from the youth. Then a low moan, as Jeff's dick sunk further into a sea of incredible softness and warmth.

"Oh God!!" Jeff exclaimed, as his hips pushed further forward and almost half of his cock was incased.

"Oh yes!!" Jeff remarked as he sank further and his pubes and balls soon rested against the ass cheeks of the teen's butt.

Slowly, Jeff began to rock his hips backward and forward as he began to fuck Johan. The teen began a child-like whimper as the feelings of Jeff's dick rubbing his innermost spot began to send torrents of sensation through him.

"Mmmppppfff! Oh! Please fuck me!" the teen begged.

Jeff pulled his dick out until the head was just held by Johan's ass lips, then thrust all the way in again.

"Oh yes!!! God yes!! Please more!" the boy cried his head now rolling from side to side.

The lust of the moment, and the teen's pleadings, acted to propel Jeff onward as he rabbit-fucked the teen with strokes so deep that his balls bounced off the youths ass cheeks which every inward thrust.

"Ebat' kopat!" (Literally Oh shit!) the teen hollered out in Russian, as a huge rope of cum shot out of his hard dick onto his chest.

Another and another followed it, until the ripples of the youth's stomach were awash in splotches of cum.

Jeff could feel the spasms of the teen's orgasm ripple the length of his dick as the youth's ass muscles contracted with each ejaculation. It was too much. For over an hour, he and the teen had caressed and explored each other in the tub and then in the bed.

"Oh fuck yes!!" Jeff screamed, as he made one final thrust and spewed over an hour's worth of built up cum deep into the teen's gut. Beneath him, Johan moaned again as he felt the force and warmth of Jeff's life seed pour into his inner most being.

The pace of Jeff's thrusting slowed to match the waning of his ejaculations, and he collapsed on top of the youth and began to kiss him. Once again, hungry mouths and tongues sought each other, as the two lovers, their stomachs melded together by Johan's cum, passionately kissed once again. It would be some moments before Jeff came to a startling revelation. Both he and the teen were still hard. Just as hard as when they had first begun.

Jeff's dick, still encased in the warm sheath of Johan's butt, was still rock hard. So too, was the teen's, which Jeff could feel rock hard between their bodies. Jeff knew enough about his own sexual abilities that he should be going soft by now. That startled him enough that he broke off their kissing, pulled out of Johan, and stared at his still rigid cock.

Jeff's cock glistened with the moistness of his fluids and those from Johan's rectum. The veins along the shaft and the head stood out as engorged as they had been before he had even thrust into the teen. It was as if nothing had taken place at all. Jeff glanced downward at Johan's cock and noticed that it was just as rigid. Jeff glanced up at Johan's face and was greeted with a childish, almost impish, grin.

"What the fuck?" Jeff exclaimed.

"You enjoyed the wine at dinner tonight?" the teen asked.

"Yeah," Jeff responded, still confounded by the situation and unsure how that related to anything.

"It is a very special wine," the youth replied. "You see, I have had some too," the teen stated as he took his hand, grabbed his dick, and let it go.

The teen's dick snapped back and popped against his hard stomach.

"You mean…?" Jeff began to ask.

"For at least five hours," the teen responded, answering Jeff's question before he even had a chance to ask it.

The rest of the evening was indeed a memorable one for Jeff.

Ass rimming, ball sucking, dick sucking, kissing, tongue baths, every aspect of gay sex was explored and tried by the two. The crowing moment, perhaps, was when Jeff found himself laying upon his back as Johan, having taken a tube of cream from his bag, worked it around and into Jeff's asshole. The cream had the effect of making Jeff's asshole tingle and feel warm to such a degree that it was Jeff who was soon begging to be fucked.

Johan, looking almost like a thin fawn trying to mate with a large doe, took hold of Jeff's legs and guided them backward toward his shoulders splaying Jeff's ass wide-open for the world to see. It was now Johan that took hold of his dick and guided the head toward the tight, pink hole that awaited it.

Jeff let out a gasp as he felt the head of the teen's over-sized teen dick enter, part his ass lips, and lodge itself in his butt. It felt huge, almost like someone was trying to insert the big end of a baseball bat up his butt. Johan stopped his movement giving Jeff time to adjust. For Jeff, there was no pain, just a sense of fullness that scared him.

Inch by inch, the teen slowly fed Jeff his massive teen-cock until Jeff's insides felt so full he thought he would burst. Soon, Jeff felt the balls of the youth up against his ass and realized that Johan's entire dick was lodged deep within him.

The teen waited a few moments, then began a slow, rhythmic thrusting. Now it was Jeff's turn to moan and whine. Now he knew, first hand, what the teen had felt earlier as he had fucked him almost mercilessly in the heat of passion.

Jeff's head rolled from side to side and spit ran from his mouth as each stroke in and out massaged his prostate. He whimpered and almost pleaded as the teen stopped, rolled him over on his stomach, guided him up to his hands and knees, and began to fuck him doggie style.

Jeff's eyes filled with tears of ecstasy, and he bit the sheets his head rested upon, as thrust after thrust drove him higher and higher. In the back of his mind he didn't see how he could cum. He already had cum three times that evening to Johan's once. Yet, on and on, higher and higher, the teen carried him with each thrust. Soon, deep within himself, Jeff felt the unmistakable boiling in his nuts that almost seemed to scald him inside with its force and intensity.

"Oh no!" he exclaimed.

Johan now began to rabbit fuck him the way Jeff had done him hours before.

"Oh God!!! Jeff cried out, as the boiling feeling burned its way upward through him.

Almost involuntarily, Jeff raised his head up off the bed and his ass drove backward to get even more of that fucking sensation. Jeff looked downward and rearward and could see Johan's nuts swinging beneath his own like some young bull trying to impregnate him. That was all it took to send him over the edge.

A low, guttural moan started deep within Jeff's belly, worked its way upward, and then erupted in a scream, along with Jeff's boiling load.

He watched in disbelief as first one rope of cum, then another, he couldn't believe he had left in him, spewed forth from his spasming dick onto both his stomach and the sheets beneath.

"Oh yes!" Jeff cried, as Johan grabbed his hips, drove his dick balls deep, and began to fill Jeff with a torrent of hot, teen, cum.

Exhausted, but still locked together, both lovers collapsed on their sides and fell asleep very quickly.

Serge Provoloff, the owner and manager of the estate, reached out his hand, snapped off the television monitor, then turned and smiled at the tall gentleman sitting next to him.

"Quite a good performance I would say," he commented.

"Yes indeed," his friend replied, and smiled.

"I think General, in time, we will have all we need," Mr. Povoloff said, then smiled a knowing but rather sinister smile back at his friend.

Chapter Seven

"Yes, Mr. Mattson?" Denik's voice answered on the other end of the line.

"Uh, Johan's gone, where is he?" Jeff asked.

"Well, probably back to the dormitory. We have other guests besides you and he is very much in demand. I am sure you can understand." Denik replied in a business-like manner.

"But I was hoping…"

Denik interrupted and cut Jeff short.

"I thought you understood Mr. Mattson. Although there are plenty of boys to choose from, we can only guarantee that you spend time once with any boy you choose. There are plenty of others in the folder that you have been provided. I can have one of them there in a very short time, provided he is not booked."

"But I want Johan," Jeff replied almost in desperation.

"Yes I know, so do many of our other guests. Johan is very special, as I am sure you found out. Please look through your folder and I will do the best I can for you Mr. Mattson. Denik has not had a dissatisfied customer yet, he replied very confidently. We can discuss it when you come down for breakfast."

"Yeah, right," Jeff muttered under his breath as he hung up the phone.

Still groggy, Jeff slowly got out of bed and headed toward the bathroom to relieve the fullness in his bladder. The slight soreness of his asshole brought memories of the night before back to his mind and it made his cock, already hard from his need to urinate, throb a little more.

Jeff entered the bathroom, walked over, and stood before the toilet. Because of his throbbing hard on he had to place his hand around the shaft of his dick, pull it down, and aim it at the bowl. After a slight strain, to get the flow started, a thick stream of urine began to flow from the head of Jeff's dick and into the water. The noise caused by the heavy stream of piss made a resounding echo off the tile walls of the bathroom as the stream churned and boiled the water in the bowl. Finished at last, Jeff decided to forgo the whirlpool tub, opting instead for a quick shower.

The needles of warm water felt good to Jeff as they played over his skin. They helped wash both the lather and grogginess away. He inhaled sharply as he washed his butt crack and the soap made contact with his still tender asshole. Even though Johan had been very careful and very loving, Jeff had lost his cherry to a kid with a much bigger dick than your average young teen, so there was bound to be some tenderness there.

Jeff had always known, deep inside, that one day he would probably get fucked. In fact, he had even wondered on his way to Russia if it might happen there. Of course, he had gotten his answer. He had indeed been fucked for the first time, and even though he was sore, felt an emptiness in him that needed to be filled. Jeff Mattson, 'stud-muffin of Wall Street' had taken it up the ass from a kid and loved it. Jeff finished his shower, toweled off quickly, slipped into a pair of his cargo shorts and tee shirt, and headed downstairs for breakfast.

When he arrived in the dining room, Denik, as usual, was sitting at the table waiting. This time, Denik was reading what appeared to be a newspaper printed in Russian. Denik lowered his newspaper and watched as Jeff sat down in the empty chair, raised up a little, then sat back down a little more gingerly. Jeff's actions weren't lost on Denik's keen sense of observation.

"It seems you had a rather eventful night last night, Mr. Mattson," he stated, then smiled. Would you care for some orange juice?"

"Uh, yeah, that would be kewl," Jeff replied, as he squirmed in his chair a bit in order to ease a little of the pressure on his sore asshole.

Denik barked something in Russian and one of the young house boys appeared promptly with a pitcher of orange juice, filled Jeff's juice glass, re-filled Denik's, then left the room. Jeff picked up his juice glass and took a sip. The taste, and the pulp, indicated that it was freshly squeezed. Jeff took several more sips before Denik spoke.

"I know that you like Johan, Mr. Mattson. Unfortunately, as I said, it is impossible to pair up our guests with just one boy for the entire two weeks. That is why we provide as many choices as we do. It allows us to meet the requirements of all our guests. If it is any comfort to you, I can assure you that there are other guests that discover they would like to spend their entire time with one boy."

The thought of Johan being in bed with someone else at that moment gave Jeff an empty and lonely feeling in his stomach. He understood the wisdom in what Denik was saying but it didn't make the feeling go away.

"I understand, Jeff replied with an air of resignation. Its just that, well, I really would like to spend more time with him. I mean, I did notice some others in the folder that are really nice, its just that, well…"

"He is special," Denik said, completing Jeff's sentence.

"This was your first time with someone so young wasn't it Mr. Mattson?"

"Yes, it was," Jeff replied.

"Then it is quite normal you would feel such an attachment for him. Even the boys themselves become attached to the older boys they are paired with. Most of them have never even had serious sex until they come here. What would you say if I told you I might be able to arrange something for you that might take away your disappointment over Johan?"

Denik's question was lost on Jeff. Jeff's mind was far away, lost in a playback of Johan's moans and sighs as the two of them made love.

"Mr. Mattson?" Denik said, trying to gain Jeff's attention.

"Uh, sorry, what was it?" Jeff replied, as he snapped back to reality.

"I asked, what would you say if I told you I might be able to arrange something you would probably like even better?"

Jeff found that hard to believe. How could anything be better than making love with Johan? Yet, since Johan was not readily available, what did he have to lose?

"Sure!" Jeff replied.

"It just might be possible, in your case, to arrange for you to have one boy for the entire time you are here."

"What do you mean?" Jeff asked.

"Well, as the younger boys get adapted to things around here we generally began to pair them up with boys many years older. This helps get them to the point where there are not so many problems when our guests, who are usually much older, have sex with them."

The frankness of Denik's words made Jeff blush somewhat.

"Johan's roommate, who is not quite two years younger, is at the point where he is ready to be paired with someone older. What if he was paired with you for the rest of your time here?"

Jeff was taken completely aback by Denik's question. It took him a few seconds to reply.

"What would I be expected to do?" Jeff replied.

Denik laughed.

"Why Mr. Mattson, everything you did with Johan," Denik replied and then continued to chuckle.

Jeff felt his face flush again at Denik's frankness.

"I don't think you will have any problem. Besides, you and the young man have already met in a way," Denik stated.

"Oh? Where?" Jeff asked.

"You remember the young boy who unloaded and took care of your luggage when you arrived?" Denik asked.

Jeff's heart leapt. Instantly he knew whom Denik was talking about.

"You mean…?"

"Yes, Kostya," Denik replied, answering Jeff's question before he had a chance to complete it.

"Kostya and Johan have been roommates since Kostya arrived. Whether it has been the food, the sex, or being out of his past environment, Kostya has developed sexually beyond what most of our guests care for in boys his age. Kostya is not the skinny little boy he was when we brought him here. In fact, for a boy not quite twelve, he is very well on his way in development."

Jeff's mind flashed back to the video he had watched in his room in which Kostya and Johan had been two of the subjects. His dick instantly started to get hard.

"We have never done this before Mr. Mattson. However, the powers that be feel you are an excellent subject for us in this matter," Denik continued.

"Why is that?" Jeff asked.

"To be blunt, Mr. Mattson, they are thinking about offering a whole new experience for our guests. Breaking young boys in with men as it where. It is not something with which I am in complete agreement, but then, I am not asked about things around here."

"I see," Jeff replied.

"There is one other thing. Johan and Kostya have gotten very involved with each other. There is no question in my mind that the two have become much more than roommates. It is impossible to say at this point what the reaction of either will be to the separation. As I told you, this is an experiment. It may work out and it may not. However, if all goes well, it would certainly guarantee you someone you have a particular interest in for the rest of your stay," Denik concluded.

Jeff sat silently and let the words soak in. His hard dick strained against the fabric of his shorts. What was it? Was it the thrill? Was it Kostya's good looks? Was it the excitement and suspense of it all? Why was it that he knew, deep inside, he was powerless to say no? Jeff wanted to speak but couldn't. He looked into Denik's eyes. As the eyes of the two met they both knew the answer. Jeff just nodded his head yes.

"Fine, I will take care of everything. Come now let us have breakfast!" Denik said happily, then barked something in Russian.

Jeff knew that it would not be long before the boys brought the food to the table. He had little doubt that the food would be excellent.

Chapter Eight

"Yes, that would be fine," Jeff replied, not actually knowing what question Denik had posed to him.

"Well, which?" Denik asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about something," Jeff replied.

Denik rolled his eyes in frustration.

"I said, would you like to take a tour of the recreational facilities today or would you prefer to spend some quiet time here"? Denik repeated.

Jeff thought for a second. Although the tour did sound nice, and he would like to see more of the resort, he still felt a little hung-over from the night before.

"Uh, if it's okay, I think I would just like to relax for awhile. Maybe go on the tour this afternoon." Jeff replied.

"Fine, as you wish. Why don't we have another cup of coffee? The boys should be finished with the upstairs by then," Denik responded.

As the two sipped their coffee, Jeff's mind wandered again as Denik began to talk about the current state of affairs in Russia, the weather, and other topics that Jeff really wasn't interested in. Jeff was relieved when Denik announced that he had to excuse himself. Last night's session with Johan, and a healthy dose of "jet lag," made going back to bed a very pleasing prospect.

Jeff left the table, and climbed the stairs to his suite. As he opened the door to the suite and entered, he stopped short as his eyes were drawn to the floor in front of the entertainment center. The blonde youth sitting on the floor, clad in a stripped pair of boxers that were way too big, turned and looked at him, then went back to busily manipulating the controls of the Sony Play Station. Jeff immediately recognized it was Kostya. Slowly, Jeff closed the door behind him and stood there staring for a moment before he spoke.

"Well, how did you get in here?" Jeff finally managed to say.

"Zay brought me here," Kostya replied with a heavy accent, not breaking his focus on the game he was playing.

Jeff could tell from the tone in Kostya's voice that the boy was less than enthusiastic about being there. It made him feel very awkward and uncomfortable as he went over and sat down on the couch behind the youth. Jeff watched Kostya play the video some minutes before he spoke again.

"You are pretty good at that, maybe you could show me how to play," Jeff said trying to break the tension.

"If you zay so," the boy responded rather flatly, his attention remaining focused on the game.

Jeff felt even more awkward. It was more apparent than ever that the boy was less than happy about being there.

"Kostya, if you don't want to be here I understand. I don't think I would either. I will call Denik and work things out."

"No!" Kostya almost shouted, as he turned his head and looked at Jeff with shear panic in his eyes.

Immediately the boy dropped the controls to the game, scrambled to where Jeff was sitting, and threw his arms around Jeff's legs.

"Bleez, they vill send me back, dunt tell them, bleez!" Kostya begged as he began to cry.

Jeff no longer felt awkward. He now felt very concerned. What was it about this place that could strike this kind of fear into the beautiful boy that now clung to his legs and sobbed? Jeff reached down and pulled Kostya up on the couch with him, put his arms around him, and held him.

"I won't call anyone, I promise," Jeff said reassuringly.

Tears ran down Kostya's cheeks as he looked up at Jeff.

"Oh bleez dunt, bleez, I vill be gooed, I promiz," the boy begged between sobs, then held onto Jeff as if his very life depended on it.

Jeff held Kostya closer and stroked his golden hair with his hand.

"It's okay Kostya. It's okay." Jeff repeated over and over again softly as the boy clung to him.

The two stayed that way for some time until eventually the boy's sobs died to an occasional sniffle. Because of the tenderness of the moment, Jeff was startled when one of Kostya's hands released its hold on him and started to trace its way across his tee shirt-covered chest, then down and under the tee shirt, and onto the bare skin of his stomach and chest.

"Kostya, you don't have to…,"

"It eez okay," the boy said interrupting him and looking up into his eyes.

Jeff's mind was hit with a flood of emotion. Here he was holding the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. Yet, he was wracked with indecision. Jeff's gut told him the boy was now his for the taking. Jeff's dick, which had sprung to life at the touch of Kostya's hand on his bare skin, made him aware of its needs. However, somewhere inside, Jeff's conscience realized it was wrong to intimidate the boy with fear.

Kostya's hand slowly worked its way downward along Jeff's stomach, emerged from under the tee shirt, and grasped his rock hard dick through the fabric of Jeff's shorts. Jeff's decision and his reaction were immediate.

"That's enough!" Jeff stated bluntly, as he grabbed Kostya's hand and removed it from his dick.

The boy looked up at him with a puzzled expression. There were still some traces of tears on his cheeks, which Jeff gently wiped them with his fingers.

"Kostya, I don't want it to be like this. Please understand?" Jeff said looking into Kostya's eyes.

The boy's face immediately expressed disappointment and his eyes started to get watery again.

"You dunt like me!" He said as he turned his face away.

Jeff gently placed his hand on Kostya's chin and turned they boy's face so that once again their eyes met.

"I have liked you from the moment I first saw you Kostya. Your are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen," Jeff said sincerely.

As Jeff's words soaked in, Kostya blinked his eyes, smiled, and then laid his head upon Jeff's chest and hugged him tightly.

"No vun in my life but Johan hast ever said dat to me," the boy replied, his head pressed to Jeff's chest.

The two remained that way for some time. Jeff holding Kostya and Kostya soaking up the safe feeling of Jeff's arms like a sponge.

Chapter Nine

As he stroked the boy's hair, Jeff's eyes scanned down Kostya's body. It was almost perfect in every detail. Kostya's chest was already well developed for someone his age. His stomach was alive with the ripples from his abs, not to mention his navel, which was the most perfect 'innie' Jeff had ever seen.

Kostya's soft skin, his nicely toned legs and the traces of blonde peach fuzz that appeared on them, the almost indistinguishable and fuzzy 'happy trail' that was just barely discernable from Kostya's navel down to the top of his boxers. All of these, and more, made Jeff's senses of sight and smell go on overload.

Jeff and Kostya made love that night. In fact, they made love all night long. It had been a purposeful and deliberate kind of love on Jeff's part. Thus, after all the teasing and sucking and foreplay, it was with the utmost care that Jeff had slowly, and carefully, taken the prize which Kostya willingly surrendered to him.

It was a moment, a very special moment, between two people that was so special neither would have said much about it to anyone other than to each other. However, as is the case so many times, there were sinister forces at work. Forces that tend to take love and degrade it, forces that take the simplest sign of weakness and use it to their advantage. Such was the case with Jeff. The horrible reality of it all would begin to become clear the next morning when Jeff awoke, got dressed, and was eating breakfast, when Denik approached him for the first time since the previous evening.

"Ah! Good morning Denik." Jeff said, as Denik entered the room.

"Good morning Mr. Mattson," Denik replied courteously.

"Mr. Provoloff would like to see you in his office as soon as it is convenient," Denik added.

"I trust you had a good evening?" Denik inquired.

"Oh yes! A wonderful evening," Jeff replied. "I can't think of one I have had that was better," he added.

"Well, when you have finished and are ready to go just let me know. I will take you to the main house," Denik said then wandered out of the room.

Jeff finished his breakfast and then went up stairs to shave and clean up. In thirty minutes or so he was dressed and downstairs looking for Denik. As he had a way of doing, Denik seemed to find Jeff first.

"Ah! I see you are ready!" Denik said.

Jeff jumped slightly at the voice behind him.

"Denik you amaze me! You seem to pop out of no where sometimes!" Jeff stated.

Denik just laughed in response and ushered Jeff outside to the waiting golf cart.

The trip to the main house didn't take long, and in less than ten minutes time Denik had ushered Jeff in to the main house, and then escorted him into Mr. Provoloff's office. Jeff had to wait only a few minutes before Provoloff entered.

"Mr. Mattson. How good to see you!" Provoloff said as he entered the room.

"I trust you have found everything satisfactory?" he asked.

"Quite satisfactory," Jeff responded.

Mr. Provoloff chuckled.

"Well, we like to make our guests happy," he stated.

There was a knock at the door.

"Enter!" Provoloff said loudly.

Jeff turned his head and his eyes scanned the figure that entered the room. He was a rather stout man, Jeff guessed about in late fifties or so, and very tall.

"Mr. Mattson, may I introduce General Anton Bordak," Provoloff said, as Bordak entered the room and sat down in one of the empty chairs.

"Pleased to met you," Jeff said.

"The pleasure is mine," Bordak replied.

"General Bordak here is one of our major investors in this enterprise Mr. Mattson," Provoloff said. "In fact, without his former connections, I doubt if we would have been successful at all in our new little enterprise. It was very fortunate that with the downfall of the old government we were able to have his help in putting together our little capitalist adventure," Provoloff continued. "Which, of course, is where you come in, Mr. Mattson," Provoloff concluded.

"Well. I don't see how I could be of much help," Jeff responded.

Provoloff and Bordak exchanged glances.

"Well, Mr. Mattson. Let me come right to the point," Provoloff began. "We believe that you could be of great help in advancing our enterprise in the United States. In fact, it is one of the reasons we enticed you here. With General Bordak's connections in America, and with your knowledge of things American, I figure you will be a wonderful partner in our little over seas enterprise." Provoloff concluded.

"Well, I appreciate the offer but I am not really interested," Jeff replied.

Again, the General and Provoloff exchanged glances at Jeff's response.

"Let me be a little more direct, Mr. Mattson. You have no choice," Provoloff stated.

Jeff didn't understand what Provoloff meant. He just sat there taken back by Provoloff's words.

"Would you watch the screen please, Mr. Mattson," Provoloff stated, and motioned to the large screen television to the left of his desk.

Immediately, when the picture came on the screen, Jeff recognized it as he and Johan, and blushed at the intimate scene that was being displayed by the video.

"Really! I never thought… I…"

"Of course you didn't Mr. Mattson," Provoloff responded.

"How much? How much do you have…?"

"Everything! The two boys in the tub, Johan, Kostya, all of it in every detail."

"Damn you!" Jeff exclaimed. "I expected privacy and this is down right sick that you would have invaded my privacy like that," Jeff stated angrily.

Provoloff just chuckled at Jeff's outburst.

"Understandably you are upset Mr. Mattson. However, losing your temper will do none of us any good," Provoloff stated calmly, then turned off the television. "Such intimate matters certainly should remain private. As a matter of fact, the General and I are the only ones that know about them. At least for the tiime being," Provoloff said.

"What do you mean?" Jeff asked.

"I mean, Mr. Mattson, that no one need ever see the tapes unless you want them to. And, I seriously doubt that you do. Am I correct?" Provoloff asked.

Jeff nodded his head yes in response.

"It would certainly be most unfortunate if those tapes got into the wrong hands I'm sure. As a matter of fact, it could be down right disastrous for you," Provoloff said.

"You are going to blackmail me?" Jeff asked.

Provoloff just chuckled again.

"Well, let us not be that crass Mr. Mattson. Let us just say we like to have a little insurance to encourage you to work for us," Provoloff replied.

It didn't take Jeff long to realize the grim realities of the situation he was in.

"What do you want me to do?" Jeff asked.

"Really nothing but go to work for us Mr. Mattson," Provoloff responded, then continued. "We will pay you more than you are making now, and you will be responsible for setting up and running our little enterprise in America, funded of course, by the General's friends there."

"So, I am just supposed to quit my job, just like that, and work for you guys because of a couple of video tapes?" Jeff asked.

"Precisely Mr. Mattson!" Provoloff stated.

"Well, you can take it and shove it!" Jeff replied.

Mr. Provoloff sighed, then spoke.

"Mr. Mattson, I can assure you it is not just the matter of the tapes. You see the General's friends here a very well connected not only in America but world wide." Provoloff stated.

"Have you seen the movie The Godfather Mr. Mattson?" Provoloff asked, then continued.

"I assure you it will not be just a matter of the tapes, in which you do such an excellent performance I might add. It will be a matter of the drugs they find in your apartment, and of course, there will be the matter of the millions you have embezzled from your employers. It will quite a nasty business I assure you. Nasty, enough, shall we say, to insure you spend the rest of your life in prison." Provoloff stated matter of factly.

"And of course, it will have to be in virtual solitary confinement. A pity, but then, when one has the reputation of being a boy lover. Well…"

Jeff sat looking at the two men. It was as if his whole world had fallen in around him. Not twelve hours ago he had been the happiest man on the face of the earth. Now, it was if nothing mattered. There was no way to resist the demands of the two men.

"I will do what you ask." Jeff finally replied.

Provoloff grinned in response.

"I knew you would see the advantages of the correct choice." Provoloff said.

"And just to allay any hard feelings, and to show you that we are very glad to have you with us, I have a little surprise for you." Provoloff concluded.

Provoloff picked up his phone, pushed one of the buttons, then spoke something Russian Jeff could not understand.

Momentarily the door opened and Kostya entered the room.

"All of the arrangements have been made Mr. Mattson. In fact the papers are already in order. I believe you know your new… uh… your new adopted son do you not?"

Jeff looked at Kostya and smiled, and Kostya broke into a big grin and came and stood beside him.

Jeff knew what he would be asked to do by the two men would not be legal. He also realized that it would probably involve him in matters which he would not like or even care about. Yet, they had offered him the ultimate prize. The thing, above all else, that would insure his loyalty to them for the rest of his life.

It was a worried, but happy, Jeff Mattson that winged his way back to America the following week accompanied by his supposedly adopted son Kostya.

For one of the two, it was a journey toward freedom and a world he had never known in the poorest part of Russia where he had grown up. For the other, it was not a journey back to freedom, but a journey into a captivity from which he would never be free.

The End