Shakey Psyche

The Joseph Experience

Chapter 1
My Brothers

I was the mistake. I think my father's condom must have broken or something, because even my parents looked at me different when I was much younger. I was five years younger than Johnny and that much more removed from the others. Even he was in fifth grade by the time I started kindergarten.

The one thing I did like about living with them was the location of our home. I remember that we lived on the beach. I also remember nice, long summers with days upon days of swimming in the ocean and no one else around. The house was pretty secluded and no one could find us without knowing where to look. We always had the area to ourselves.

One spring day when I was eight, my father announced that for a few weeks in July we were going to visit my uncle in Germany. He was stationed there with the national army. That got me excited. My Uncle Rick was the only one of my family that liked me and paid any attention to me. He always made me feel special and wanted. I couldn't wait to see him. My brothers liked him okay, but I was the one he always made time for.

The months passed and I had some time to dwell on seeing my uncle. I thought about the times that I got the larger Christmas presents than the others. It made me happy; it made the three of them jealous. I was certainly looking forward to our trip to Germany.

We prepared for the trip the whole last week of June. Arrangements were made for the house during our stay overseas. Clothes were packed and repacked. Pets were taken care of. We were set.

The flight over was long and boring. Even the movie was boring; some sappy chick-flick. As I heard someone say, "heavy on the 'ick'" and I couldn't agree more. I finally fell asleep after the dinner was served. The movie helped.

I woke up during the descent into another country. My ears hurt due to the change in pressure. I think my mother finally got tired of me complaining and showed me how to clear my ears. I had to do it twice before we landed. Once we disembarked from the plane, my uncle was standing at the end waiting for us. I couldn't wait, so I ran ahead and jumped into his arms.

"Hello, Sean," he said, laughing at my enthusiasm. He ruffled my hair as he shook hands with my dad and mom. My brothers had to wait for their greeting until he put me back down on my own feet.

He had rented a minivan for the duration of our visit to make things easier for us to get around. We headed to his German home after loading everything into it. My brothers sat in the back with my mother while I sat up front with Uncle Rick and his own brother. I was so excited I could hardly contain myself.

We went out to eat at a local restaurant, and then headed to his home. He made us feel welcomed by showing us around a little. It was a large country estate he rented for next to nothing as he had done some work to the place to get it fixed up for the landowner. My brothers didn't care and went no farther than the living room. I followed Uncle Rick around like a lost puppy.

Over the next few days, we spent sight-seeing in different areas of the country. Castles, countryside towns, and we even went on the Autobahn a few times. Not to mention the food was wonderful. It was turning out to be a wonderful trip. It was like being in Neverland.

We were in country about a week when I decided to go exploring the land that the house sat on. I was enthralled by the country appeal as it sort of reminded me of home without the beach. I found a stream to play in that was nestled in a group of trees.

After some hours of amusing myself in the stream, I heard some voices coming near. I strained my hearing, but they died away, so I went back to playing. A few minutes later, I felt someone behind me and turned to see my three brothers.

"Well, well, Sean, it looks like you're having fun," Brad commented. Immediately I was on the defensive.

"What do you want?" I asked, looking at all three of them.

"Nothing," he said, off-handedly, but I didn't like the look in his eye.

I began stepping away from them. Brad caught the move.

"Oh no you don't," he said, and James was on me in a flash. Being so much older and very much in shape, I didn't have much of a chance of getting away from him.

He grabbed me as I was just up the other side of the bank. I was thrown to the ground in a flash. James pinned my arms behind me and yanked me to my feet. The other two had caught up to him and me by this time. I struggled to get loose from my older brother, but it was no use; he was just too big for me to do anything.

"Settle down, brat," James hissed in my ear from behind me.

"What do we do with him now?" Johnny asked him.

"Good question. You know he's gonna snitch on us." That was Brad again.

The James had a brainstorm.

"Come on," he said. With that, he dragged me up the bank that was to be my getaway, and over to another set of trees that wasn't very far away.

When he got me there, still kicking and trying to get away from them, he threw me to the ground, knocking the wind out of my lungs. I struggled to get up, but Brad put his foot in the small of my back and pressed down on me. He added to it by putting his knee up my back and putting all of his weight on me.

Then I felt James pull my shoes off without bothering to untie them and my socks followed. Johnny suggested that he take my pants too and he agreed. I grabbed down to hold onto them, but James was still much stronger and my pants were yanked off my legs with a lot of force. My legs were scratched all the way down due to the underbrush and the material of the jeans.

Maneuvering swiftly, Brad was next to get something off me by ripping my shirt off my torso. His foot never left my back. Now the only thing left to hide my dignity was my pair of underpants.

I heard some sort of ripping sound behind me. I didn't know it at the time, but James was tearing my jeans into ribbons while Brad was still pinning me to the ground with his foot in my back. I was still struggling to get back up, but he too outweighed me, being fifteen at the time. After a lot of ripping and tearing, I was once again hauled to my feet and led further into the set of woods.

Brad roughly threw me against a tall tree with my arms and the tree behind me. He pulled them around the tree so hard, I thought they were going to come out of their sockets. James walked around me to stand next to Brad.

The ribbons they had been tearing my pants and shirt into were now going to tie me to the tree. A strip was tied around my arms at my elbows then pulled tight. Another one was added to my wrists.

"Lookit him; he's gettin' a boner," Johnny chided, pointing to my groin.

Sure enough, my underpants were "tenting" out. It always happened at the worst times, and this is the worst times. Johnny chanted while the other two worked. Two ribbons were tied together to wrap my waist to the tree's trunk. James took two more and tied them around each of my thighs and then to each other behind the tree. Brad did the same to my ankles, but in front of the tree. I was part of this tree now.

I was now at the point of sheer terror. Begging now came naturally as I pleaded with them to let me go. I promised not to tell our parents, but nothing ever came from my pleas. To shut me up, Johnny put one of the ribbons that James gave him in my mouth and tied it behind my head. One last ribbon was used to tie my neck to the tree.

"Well now, I guess we don't have to listen to you being Uncle Rick's favorite any more, do we?" James taunted.

"And I'm sick of him living in my room with me. Maybe he likes the tree better." Johnny chimed in.

They began chanting foul things at me and about me as they danced around me like wild Indians. As each of them passed me, they took a swat at a different part of my body. Usually, Johnny hit my tented underpants. James hit me all over, including my face.

"Awww, poor wittle baby is cwying," Brad said in mock baby voice, as I was indeed crying. I wanted them to stop this and let me go, but that wasn't going to happen. After several circles, they got bored with it and stopped.

"Now what?" Johnny asked the other two.

"Let's leave 'em here," Brad suggested.

"Even Mom and Dad would be pissed at this," James said, more to himself than the others. He paced back and forth in front of me, thinking. Finally, he stopped.

He took a rock and came at me. I thought he was going to hit me, but he didn't. He scraped it down my side until it bled. I screamed into my gag as he hurt me. Then he took my underpants and ripped them off my hips. He took the undergarment and wiped the blood with it. Then he looked at me.

"You're dead, kid," he said and motioned the other two to follow him, leaving me alone.

I was in pain, humiliated at being tied up and totally naked, and brokenhearted that my own brothers did this to me. It wasn't like we had ever gotten along anyways, but this was way beyond what I thought they were capable of doing.

As it was the only thing I could do, I just stood there, crying. I was hoping that my parents would come and find me, but as the minutes turned into hours, hope was beginning to fade. The sunlight began to fade as fast as my aspirations of being found. My fear of the dark took hold and panic set in. It wasn't like I could do anything about it, but it was coursing through my whole being.

The sun set and the inevitable darkness took over. My crying subsided, and that made it a little worse. Every noise was amplified now. Another eternity ebbed by and finally I heard something. I saw something coming from the same direction as Uncle Rick's house; it was a flashlight. I was saved and this nightmare was finally coming to an end.

Then the bush parted and the flashlight showed the face of the person carrying it. It wasn't my parents or Uncle Rick. It was some stranger and he smiled at me when he saw me. I didn't like that smile. He said something in German, which I completely didn't understand, and moved towards me. A rag went over my face and complete, utter darkness took me.

When I gained consciousness, I was in another dark place, but it was different. My arms and legs were tied together behind my back and a gag was still in my mouth. I heard voices on the other side of the wall speaking German. Finally, the door was opened and light flooded into the dark room. I squinted my eyes closed as someone walked in towards me. When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was the same man that found me in the woods.

Then another man was in the doorframe and his outline was very familiar; it was Uncle Rick!!!!!

"Hello, Sean," he said, gravely. "I hate to do this, but I need the money." He shrugged at me.

Do what? What about the money? What money? All three flew through my mind at the same time. I struggled against the man bending me over and picking me up. I was carried out of the room and laid on a sofa. The man said something to him and he thanked him (that much German I did know) and then he left the room to us.

"Don't bother screaming or pleading, Sean; it isn't going to work. I need the money, so I enlisted your brothers to help me. They were too eager to help me, not just for the money, either. I'm sure you know by now that they hate you very much.

"What's going to happen now is, you are going to be sold at an auction in another country with other boys and girls about your age. After that, well, it's up to your new master to dictate that. I hope you survive. I really do."

With that being said, he turned and left the little shack. The other man walked back in and picked me back up. I was carried to a small van and unceremoniously dropped in the back. He started the van and began driving away. I cried as I just realized how bad things had just gotten.

Chapter 2
Julian

As the van traveled through the night, I tried to get loose. The bonds he had me tied in were too tight to undo, so I tried to escape even tied up. That didn't have any better success. I was stuck. At some point, I resigned myself to whatever was going to happen.

Because I had just slept a while, I couldn't right now, so I had to just wait. My arms ached at being such an unnatural position for so long. My body hurt from being hit so many times by my brothers, too. The whole thing was so degrading as well. I was hoping that the van would have an accident and I could die in the crash. That would solve everyone's problems; mostly mine.

The van continued unabated through the night until it came to a clearing. It finally stopped and the man got out to open the door beside me. I saw we were at a small airport. He picked me up by my torso and carried me over his shoulder to a jet airplane sitting on the runway. I was laid in the back and noticed I wasn't the only 'cargo' on board.

There was a girl that looked a little younger than me with red hair sitting at the very back of the plane. Another girl was tied against the far side of the plane. She looked older than me but just by a year or so and had black hair. The third girl was right beside her and looked to be her younger sister, but very much younger. A boy my age and similar appearance was against the opposite wall of the sisters.

The sisters were in what seemed like nightgowns while the redhead had on a simple looking dress. The boy was dressed smartly in what looked like a school uniform. I was the only one nude in the estranged group.

All four of them were tied up similarly. A rope was around their wrists and the structure of the plane. Another rope tied off their ankles and then together. A last piece of rope was around each of their necks and attached to the sides of the aircraft as well. No one was gagged. All four of them looked as scared as I was. I was dumped next to the boy and the man that had transported me here left; I never saw him again.

The pilot grabbed a knife and uncut my bonds. I had a fleeting thought of running for it, but as he brandished the knife at me, I thought better of it. He tied me as the others were bound and headed to the cockpit. I looked at the boy next to me; we still had that same scared look.

The craft took off towards parts unknown with a precious cargo of five young children in its hold. All I could do was pray for some unknown event to kill us. Unfortunately, it didn't happen. I looked again at the boy.

"Hello," he said, with a different accent. I nodded back. I went back to looking at my feet. It was a few more minutes before he spoke again. "I'm Julian," he said in a prompting way.

"Sean," I said, after thinking I would never speak again.

"You're American?" I nodded.

"Where you from?" I asked, now sort of glad he began this.

"London," he said to his feet.

"England?" I asked, incredulously.

"Do you know another?" he retorted back, but not in a demeaning way; more playful.

"I guess it was a stupid question," I said back. And we both shared a small laugh.

I looked across at the girls. The sisters were leaning against each other. I smiled at them, trying to be brave. The older smiled back a little but nothing else ever came from it. The redhead just sat there rocking back and forth across the plane as best as she could in her bindings.

"What do you recon's going to happen to us?" Julian asked.

"My uncle said I was going to be sold to someone," I volunteered.

"Your uncle did this to you?" he asked, incredulously. I nodded and asked how he got into this mess. "I was sitting on a bench in a park. A rag of some sort was put over my face. When I woke up, I was in a room before being put on this plane and being hauled here."

"What about them?" I asked, motioning towards the girls.

"They got on at different spots along the way. The redhead was first and those two were just before you. How did you get naked, by the way?"

I hung my head as much as the rope would allow in shame as I told my own tale. He softly gasped in shock in all the right places during the telling. When I was finished, tears were streaming down my face again. I wasn't crying per sé, just sort of tearing up a little. I had no idea what was going to happen to me, but it had to be even worse than what I was leaving behind. That insight frightened me a little more and I shook all over.

"It'll be alright, Sean," he said, but with little conviction. I smiled a little at his attempt.

He and I continued to talk sporadically through the night as the plane flew somewhere unknown. I think both of us did doze a little but woke up as we began descending towards Earth again. I got real apprehensive again as the aircraft taxied to a stop. The door opened and some large man with a black beard came aboard.

He cut our neck bonds and the bonds holding our wrists to the plane. We were carried one at a time, beginning with each of the sisters, over his shoulder and out the door. I was the last one out and summarily plopped onto the ground outside. A rope was tied to Julian's neck then the excess was tied to mine and then to each of the girls' necks. Our ankles were cut loose and we were made to walk in line behind the bearded man as he held the end of the rope.

We were led away from the airfield to a small bus running in park on a paved road. I looked up to see the sun begin to push the night back. It seemed weak and so did I. The bearded man yanked us onto the bus and onto the floor down the middle. I saw even more kids generally our age on the bus as well. All together, we were eleven now. I got the feeling we were all from different countries.

Being still the only one naked, I tried to cover myself as best as possible, but not near adequately. I saw some lurid looks on the faces of some of them.

The bus took off and us with it. Another eternity later, found us outside an old building that looked like it was a factory at one time. We were led in the three groups into the building by the man and two of his helpers. Once inside, they took us to a room in the back. The room had only one door and we just passed through it. It was equipped with several showerheads and nothing else. The two men accompanied us into the room.

Here all pretences of modesty were lost. Every one of them was then individually stripped totally naked by those two men. So much for those vicarious looks of theirs. It was the first time I had ever seen a girl naked. Seeing their hairless pussies was a change. Some fought it, some didn't and Julian undressed without being 'told' to do so. He figured, why fight it? Then as a group, we were moved into the showers.

Cold water shot out of the showerheads and stung our bodies like ice-knives. Anything with even an inkling of an erection was immediately shrunk back to even shorter than normal size. We stood there shivering while the water relentlessly pelted us. Still shivering, but cleaner, we were shoved back out the door to the larger room where a man in a nice suit stood waiting for us.

He said hello to each of us in our own languages. Then, in English only, he told us what my uncle had already told me. Julian was crestfallen, hoping that my uncle was wrong. The ones that didn't speak English were still left wondering what was happening to them. The last thing he told us was that the auction would take place the following night. He bid us farewell in each of our languages again, and left.

His associate, the bearded man, took us to the last room in the old factory; a storage room. In the room were even more kids of all different ages, races, and countries, I was assuming. They were attached to the walls via collars with metal cords on them. I got the feeling that they each had tried to get loose and failed, as none of them were bound in any other way. The cords were long enough for them to walk around a little bit, but not much else. The boys were on one side and the girls on the other, with a large gap between them.

The room was fairly well lit due to the sun streaming in the windows. I saw that there was also a trough running along the outside of the room. I was wondering what that was for until I saw one of the kids use it to take a piss. The trough must be fairly deep as there was hardly any smell to the place.

As they put us in the collars, I saw how many there were in the room and counting the eleven of us, there was a total of forty-five kids. Julian and I were chained up right next to each other. He was on my left and a black kid about our age or so, on my right. I nodded to him and he turned away. I walked over to my friend and we sat down together, back to back, supporting each other's body.

I kept wondering what was going to happen at the auction. My mind wondered who or what I would be sold to. The same thing must have been churning Julian's mind as well. I heard him quietly sobbing behind me. I turned around while still supporting him and did a sort of half-hug. He leaned against me as the sisters had done on the trip here.

"I hope we get to stay together, Sean," he said quietly.

"Me too, Julian, me too," I said just as silently.

The room was now really lit as the sun was nearing its zenith. We sat there like that until our meals arrived a few hours later. It was little more than bread and water, but it was food and I was starving. I hadn't eaten since noon the previous day, thanks to my brothers and uncle. I felt a lot better after eating and it appeared, so did Julian.

As the afternoon wore on, the boredom set in. None of the other kids in the room paired off excluding the sisters. I was really feeling sorry for them when the auction came around; they were probably going to be split up and probably for life.

Without warning, my dick sprang to attention and I tried to hide it from Julian. It didn't work and he sort of snickered at me.

"See something you liked?" he asked, harassingly.

"No; I have no idea why that happens all the time," I said back to him, a little defensively.

"Well, you do know how to take care of it, don't you?" he asked with a gleam in his eye. I shook my head. "You mean you've never wanked off before?" I looked at him with a lost look on my face, wondering what the hell he was talking about. "I'll show you."

He sat behind me and took my dick in his hand. It felt weird to have someone else touch me like that, but I let him continue. He expertly stroked the organ that had been a mystery to me for so long. It felt real good. I leaned back into his chest and allowed him to do as he pleased. No one had ever told me about this before.

Soon enough, I was building towards something powerful and scary at the same time. I told him something was happening, but it didn't slow him down. On the contrary, he sped up his strokes till my whole body shook as a huge wave of extreme pleasure washed over it. My mind was filled with senses that just exploded in me. All too briefly, it ended, but during that time, it was Nirvana on Earth.

"Wow, what was that?" I asked as I looked up at him.

"You came," he stated simply.

"Came?"

And with a sigh, he explained what cumming was all about. I told him to turn around and let me do him. He smiled and complied. It felt good to do something nice for someone else. His cocklet felt as weird handling it as it was when he handled mine. He was uncut and having a foreskin was unique. I stroked him as he directed my hand and in no time flat, he peaked as I had just done.

When I looked back up, I saw others had been watching us. Julian saw it too, and we both laughed at the looks on their faces. It was odd to be laughing in that situation, but it also seemed right.

To me, I was giving up a life that didn't want to have anything to do with me. I was getting a life that someone wanted to actually buy me. I may be in for a lot of pain and torment or God knows what else, but at least someone will want me for something.

"You want to try something I saw my brother do?" He asked. I nodded my head with enthusiasm.

He maneuvered me around to where my legs were pointing towards him. My head and collared neck were pointing back towards the plate in the wall holding me captive in the room. He did the same with his body, which put his feet past my head. Then he did something unexpected; he rolled over towards me. That put his crotch right at my mouth. He was getting stiff again. And as he began running his hands over my lower body, so was I. I didn't know what he wanted of me until he spoke up.

"Put it in your mouth, Sean," he stated as he vacuumed my own dick in his.

I sucked in my breath at the new sensations of something warm around my small dick. He tried to get my attention by poking his dick around my opened mouth. I took the hint and, since he was doing the same to me it only seemed fair, I pulled his dick down and slipped it right inside my warm mouth. He had the same reaction I did, but one difference; my cock was in his mouth at the time.

My hands began roaming all over his legs as well. That was when I saw his pink pucker. I figured I would just tickle it and get his attention. When I touched it, it got his attention, alright. Hot exhaled breath coated my cock, sending renewed sensations throughout my young frame.

"Do that again," he said, quickly expelling and then inhaling my cock.

I complied with my new friend's request and within mere moments of touching his bumhole, his dick began jumping in my mouth as his body shook from his second orgasm. The euphoric high caused him to neglect me temporarily, but he was back to work on my small cocklet soon enough. I gripped his buttocks as soon as the shockwaves overtook me again. It was even better than the first one.

He rolled off me and to his side. We looked at each other down our bodies and had another laugh. This place may be a prelude to a terrible life, but at the time, it was a simple paradise.

Chapter 3
Sold

"God, that was wonderful," I exclaimed as our laughter died away.

Both of us raised ourselves up on our elbows to get a good look at each other. Our bodies were pretty much the same, excluding the difference in our cocks and the scrape on my side from James. Both of us had blonde hair, but his had a little wave to it as mine was as straight as a board. We both had blue eyes and almost the same pert nose. Our faces were similar, but as mine was a little more angular, his had a rounder appeal. Body fat did not exist on either of us. Of course neither of us had a single stitch of hair below our noses, but that didn't bother either of us at all.

As our dinner was brought to us, we moved closer to the wall, which allowed the cable connected to our collars to slacken some. We ate dinner looking at each other still. I don't think either of us cared one lick about the other kids in the room; it was only for each other that we did.

The room darkened as the sun set. Julian and I were resting in each other's arms like we were old friends. I didn't want to think about the next day and neither did he. We had this moment, and that was all.

"Care for another go-round?" he asked once our plates were taken and the men were gone. I just smiled in the waning moments of the day.

So, we did; just that simple. Each of us assumed the same position as before and began sucking each other off. As he was sucking my cock, I felt him part my buttcheeks and finger my hole as I had done him previously. It felt wonderful. With his nuts dangling in my face again, I returned the favor to his backside. As each of us began getting closer to our own individual climaxes, we made sure the other was still cared for. Soon enough, the climaxes hit our young bodies and sensations exploded all over the two of us.

As we calmed down from that one, Julian didn't bother rolling off me. After a few minutes, he was back to work on me again. As turnabout is fair play, I began repaying him in kind. After only a few minutes' work, we peaked again, but didn't stop. It wasn't until two orgasms later that we finally called it quits. Both of us were spent and decided to call it a day. We crawled towards the wall a little bit more and slept in each other's arms. It felt good to have a companion for once.

We woke to the door being slammed shut and the man with the nice suit was back. All the kids scampered away from him and tried to get as close to the wall as possible. Julian and I just laid there looking at him. He said good morning to each of us in our own tongues then continued in English.

"Today, you will be viewed by potential buyers. They have the right to look at any part of your body they want to. You will allow that to happen. The auction will begin as the sun sets this evening. Once you are sold, you will go with your new masters or mistresses. We will never see each other again. Good day."

He repeated the speech in three other languages and left the room. Realization struck the whole room as to how real this had become and others began breaking out in quiet sobs. The same realization dawned on me and that Julian and I will be parted this evening. We sat huddled together for a while, leaning on each other for support. After a few minutes of him leaving, I heard a sigh. I looked over to see a black boy a few years older than me, playing with his cock. He may have been only a kid, but that cock was huge.

"Looks like we've started something," I whispered to Julian behind me. He turned to see the boy jacking himself and smiled. We looked at each other in the eye and I kissed him quickly on the lips. He returned the gesture and we were back at it again.

He stood up, placing his cock at the level of my mouth. I took it for the meaning that it was and vacuumed his little prick into my orifice. He laid his hands on my shoulders to steady himself as I went to work on him. As his climax built, his hips began rocking back and forth, as his uncut cock slid past my lips. Soon, his body shook in the throws of orgasmic pleasure.

As he sank to his knees, I kissed him again and he hugged me back during the intimate touch. His hands roamed around my back and eventually found my butt. They parted my cheeks as he began playing with my hole again. My cock was as hard as ever, wanting its own relief. Julian didn't disappoint it. He had me stand up to put things in the same position he was in earlier.

My hands roved through his hair while he sucked me down again. His blonde hair was wonderful to play with while he worked on my young body. Without warning, his finger plunged into the depths of my ass and it sent me over the edge as I let out a huge grunt/humming noise. I collapsed down to my knees and his level.

"Like that, did you?" he asked in his British accent. I smiled and nodded. We snickered together again.

We played our games two more times that morning as we waited for others to arrive. We were taken in groups of ten back to the showers and physically manhandled while being cleaned by the adult workers. I guess they wanted us looking and smelling our best for the show. Soon enough, people began arriving for the auction. Very well dressed men and women came in the room and looked at us. Some were particular and only looked at either the boys or the girls. Some also only looked at the black or white ones. As they walked in, we just sat there, sort of huddled together. One man motioned for us to walk towards him. We looked shyly at each other and did as we were bid. He looked both of us over like we were prized calves at a meat market.

Our buttcheeks were spread and he wiped his finger along each of our holes. I didn't know why at the time, but I figured out why later; he was checking to see if we were virgins. A few others took the same interest in us, but this man kept looking at us as he circled the room. The look he kept giving us wasn't one that made me nervous; it was more of interest than lust. I kept smiling back at him when he made eye contact. I didn't like the idea of being sold, but I wasn't afraid of him. I told Julian to smile if he catches his eye again.

"Why?"

"I get the feeling he's not as bad as the others that are in here. If we show him we're friendly, he might just take the both of us." It was worth a try at any rate.

The auction started before any of us 'property' were ready. The girls went first by ages; starting with the older ones first. We could hear the auctioneer sell each of them in turn. As we listened, I noticed the trends. The younger ones and whiter ones fetched more money. We heard the sisters crying as they were evidently split up from one another. The crying and wailing continued until I heard one then another get choked and silenced by something put in their mouths.

Then it was the boys' turns. There were some that were about the age of twelve or thirteen that was led out first by the collars. Each was led out in packs of four for the selling. Julian and I got more and more apprehensive as our time got closer and closer. Finally, it came to us.

The bearded man took the black kid next to me, me, Julian, and some oriental-looking kid to Julian's left. He looked younger than the three of us. He was definitely smaller than us. We were led out by leashes attached to our collars and made to wait by the door and wall until the last kid on the block was sold.

The bearded man then marched us up on a rectangle stage with a back-drop behind us. Lights lit the stage and caused the people to be in the dark. I was hoping against hope that I would get the man that looked at us.

The black kid was pulled up front first and the bidding began. As you couldn't see any faces, they used lights with numbers on them to put in a bid. It took some time, but eventually he was sold to some white woman. By her clothing, she looked German. She walked up and led him away after paying the auctioneer. Then it was my turn.

I was led up to the front of the stage. My hands were placed behind my back before the bidding began. Then it started and the numbers started at around twenty thousand. I didn't know if it was dollars or what it was, but they didn't slow down until around thirty. Finally, it was between two bidders and one beat the other out. I was sold for thirty-three thousand dollars. I turned to look at Julian and tears began gathering in my eyes as I knew this was going to be the end of our friendship. By the tears in his eyes, so did he.

The bearded man led me off the stage to await my new owner. As the man walked towards me, I could tell it wasn't the man that kept looking at me, so I was disappointed further. I saw the man's face as he got closer and he was actually attractive, but older. I had not seen him during the time we were being viewed. Maybe I was concentrating too hard on the other man and missed this one.

The bearded man took the leash off my collar and the other one added his own. He led me back towards the rear of the seating and forced me to sit down in the aisle. I figured I would be leaving once the auction was over for me, but he didn't.

"Don't move an inch, if you know what's good for you," he said, leaning down towards me. He spoke in English, but it was heavy with an accent I was unfamiliar with. I nodded up at him and looked down at my feet.

Julian was now being bid on by the others. I couldn't bear to watch; knowing my friend was leaving me. The bidding for him began at the same point as me, and continued heavily until past thirty as well. It slowed another thousand later and I saw the light above me shine. I turned and saw my new master bidding on him as well! I was hoping that he would outbid all the others.

Two more thousand dollars later, it was between him and the same other bidder as before. I'm sure it was pissing off the other one, as Julian and I were the only two blonde haired ones there. Another two thousand later, my master had outbid the other one and bought Julian for thirty-five thousand dollars. I was slightly miffed at him fetching more money, but ecstatic at him being with me. At least we were together.

"You don't move, or I will kill your brother, boy," he hissed at me as he stood up.

He thought we were brothers. That definitely worked in our favor. He walked down front to pay the auctioneer and came back with my friend in-tow. When he saw me, his whole face lit up and he ran past the man to hug me. He cried again as he held onto me tightly.

"Alright, alright now, it's time to go, boys," he said, thickly.

We parted and smiled at each other again. He grabbed the leash leading to my collar and we were led away from the auction. I guess he had what he came for, and that was all that mattered. Julian and I grasped each others' hands as the man led us away from the bidding area. We cleared the building and another man walked up to our new master. He pointed at us and began shouting at him in some foreign language. It sounded like Russian, but I wasn't sure.

Then the man holding onto our leashes pulled out a gun and put it in the other man's face. For some reason or other, he backed down and left. Julian and I were stunned. With a small tug on the leashes, he got us walking again. He led us to a long, black car parked a small distance away from the building.

When we got there, he opened the door and motioned for us to get inside. This was not what I had come to expect over the past few days. I actually expected another van or something like it. I led the way into the limo and upon entering, I turned to see someone sitting in the back seat. It was the man that had paid so much attention to us in the viewing.

"Hello, boys," he said with the same thick accent as the other man. "I am Sergei Martynoff. I am your мастер; your master, as you say in English."

I looked incredulously at the door that was now shutting and the man outside it. Then back to the other man on the seat. He chuckled and addressed us again.

"He's Boris. He is my most trusted assistant. You will learn more about that over the next few days. Now, let me have a closer look at you."

I got up and came to him first. The car started and drove away from the auction site. Julian and I never saw any of the other kids again, not that we would recognize any of them anyway. I knelt before my new master and he looked me over a few times. He had me turn around as best as I could while kneeling in front of him. When I was facing away from him and towards Julian, he had me bend over onto all-fours.

A quick lick of his middle finger and he stroked my anal barrier. My dick responded in kind by unkindly going stiff. He ran his finger along my crack a couple of times before lining it up at my sphincter. With slow deliberation, he began pushing it inside me. His finger was much larger than Julian's, so it was beginning to hurt. I knew better than to try and move away from him, so I had to kneel there and bear it.

I gritted my teeth closed as the first knuckle of his finger parted my inner depths. His free hand moved down and pulled my leg towards him. It seemed to ease my pain, so I moved the other one out a little also. That helped immensely and he as able to get the invading finger inside my rectum. He see-sawed that finger in me until it was totally buried.

Then, after withdrawing it, he motioned for me to go sit down beside Julian. I did, and then it was his turn at the inspection. When he turned around and bent him over, Julian knew what was about to happen. He bore the internal investigation well; better than I did.

Мастер motioned for him to join me across from him. When he sat back down next to me, he spoke again to the two of us.

"I was just making sure nothing had gone inside you just yet," he said with a smile. "But the auction leader said that the two of you enjoyed each other's company very well." We looked shocked at each other. I don't know how he found out, but I guess we weren't being exactly discrete. "I want you to show me. Right now, please." We looked at each other again and shrugged.

I decided to take the lead and leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He surprised me a bit by adding his tongue to it. Our hands roved over our bodies, paying special attention to each other's groin and buttholes. We embraced at one point and after breaking apart, we moved into our favorite position; sucking each other off.

I slipped his foreskin back down his dick and took the whole of his cockhead into my mouth. A little licking and kissing, led to totally swallowing his small manhood. He sighed and pulled my dick into his warm mouth. We worked each other over for a while until we each climaxed. Spent, I collapsed on top of my toe-headed friend.

We both looked over at Мастер to find him sitting back and just watching. He applauded slightly as we finished each other. Apparently, he liked the show (who wouldn't?).

"Very good; very good, boys," he said, delightedly. "You both will make the best slaves of my lot."

Chapter 4
Collared

As we drove through the night, Мастер just watched us. We didn't do anything again, but just lay there, but his eyes never left us. I smiled and tried to make myself get comfortable, but him just looking at us was not making it happen. I could tell Julian was also a little nervous about him, too.

Finally, we pulled into a parking garage of a hotel. He got out and pulled us along by the leashes. I was now definitely feeling like a lost puppy. Julian and I held hands again, trying to calm ourselves down. Boris came around and followed behind Мастер as we headed towards the elevator. I thought that it looked a little odd if we went upstairs naked, but it didn't stop him from making us do it.

The elevator stopped and we got out. By the numbers on the doors, we were probably on the twentieth floor of the hotel. He got the key out and opened the door to a loft that was larger than anything I had ever seen before. Мастер led us to the center of the loft. He sat down on the sofa and had us sit down on the floor in front of him. Boris brought him a box.

"First, I want to ask you something," he said to me. I nodded. "What did you tell your brother when I was viewing you earlier in the day?" I had to think about it for a moment, and then it dawned on me what he was talking about.

I told him what I told Julian, and then I added that we weren't brothers. That genuinely shocked him. I thought for a moment he was going to get mad at us for allowing him to think that, but he didn't.

"Well, you look close enough to be brothers. If you aren't brothers, then where did you meet?"

"On the journey to the auction, sir," Julian told him.

"I see. Now, one more question; what made you want me over the others there?"

"I didn't like the way all the others looked at us. They were the same looks my own brothers gave me before all this happened." I was about to go on, but he stopped me with his hand.

"I don't want to hear your story, boy. Your past is of no concern to me. Only that you serve me until I deem otherwise. Now, I have something for the two of you to wear. You will wear it at all times, excluding when you bathe."

And with that, he opened the box. He pulled out a shiny metal collar and gave it to Julian. It was padded on the inside with a latch at the back. He helped Julian take off the other collar and put on the new one. It was adjustable, so it fit snuggly around his neck. I looked at him with it on.

"Looks good," I kidded him. He backhanded me against my arm. Мастер smiled and reached back into the box. He brought out another collar; it was a brassy gold in color as well as padded on the inside, too. After helping me off with the other collar and slipping the new one around my neck, he addressed me, solely.

"The difference between the two of the collars is that you will be trained to command the other slaves when we arrive at home. I will give you the authority, but it is up to you to earn their respect."

With that, he nodded to Boris and left the room. I was just as floored as Julian about this new arrangement. I was to be in charge of all the others? As Boris walked up and led us to another room off the main one, I asked him about it.

"He has been looking for a new one to lead the others for some time. When he spotted you, he wanted you. And as we needed another slave as well, he made the decision to take the both of you; no matter the cost. You will find out that he usually gets what he wants."

"How many others are there?" I asked.

"Including the two of you, there will be a total of fifteen slaves at the castle," he answered.

"Castle?" Julian asked, but only because he beat me to the punch.

"Yes. It is large enough to house many. It is where The Мастер does all his work from. You will understand all of it when you get there. For now, take a shower and get some sleep here in the room. There are guards outside the main door, so do not think you will be able to escape.

"Now, in the morning, your duties will begin. I will have your uniforms for you by the time you finish your shower. You would do well to learn how to put them on tonight so it is easier in the morning. Be outside this room by seven o'clock." With that, he closed the door and left us alone.

"Wow," Julian commented as he surveyed the room. It was nice. A four poster bed was in the middle with silk hanging from the railings. The rest of the room complemented the bed. This was certainly better than what I thought we were going to get when I heard I was to be sold. "Guess being a slave isn't all that bad."

"No kidding," I answered. "You okay with this?" I asked him and pointed at my gold collar.

"Don't be stupid. If it wasn't for you, I would have ended up God knows where. At least now I have a friend and someone I trust. If someone has to be in charge of me, I would rather it be you than someone else."

"Race you to the shower," I suggested and took off. He laughed and gave chase.

When we hit the bathroom, he slipped on the rug in the middle and slid into the wall of the stand-up shower. He just hit his hip, but I know it hurt. He stood up, limping.

"You okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I suppose. Just hurts a little."

"Let me kiss it and make it better," I suggested. Without an answer, I leaned down and planted a kiss on his hip where he nailed the wall.

"I think this part also got a little injured," he said, pointing to his left buttcheek. Feigning to fall for his trick, I moved my lips over and planted another one where he had pointed.

Before long, we were both kissing different parts of the other's body. And still the shower waited for us. We moved the kissing into the shower he just hit and I turned on the water. The blast of cold water broke us apart until we were able to get the hot water started. When it was up to a more comfortable temperature, we went back to our fun and games.

Kissing and exploring each others bodies was fascinating to us. Soon enough, we were on the floor, moving into position to suck each other off again. As I felt his hands pull my butt globes apart, I did the same to him. I was the first to touch his boy-flower, but he wasn't far removed from following me. Our fingers invaded each other's depths while the cocksucking continued. I climaxed first, but didn't stop helping Julian reach his. Finally, he went over the edge and we both flopped over and laid back while the water rushed over us.

"Well, at least we're clean," Julian commented.

"We'd better get clean properly, though," I giggled.

Instead of me washing myself, I decided to wash him first. Lathering up the soap on the cloth, I began cleaning his slim frame. I paid special attention to his butt and hole as well as his cock. He had to teach me how to clean the head with the foreskin on it. When I was done, he did the same to me. We rinsed off and climbed out.

After drying off, we both decided since everyone in the world had seen us naked, we might as well forgo the towels around our waists. We grabbed our collars from the floor where we laid them and exited the bathroom. Just as Boris said, our 'uniforms' were waiting for us. Although I would hardly call them uniforms.

Two pieces of cloth were lying on the bed with a gold belt about an inch or so thick on top of each of them. The cloth was made of a type of silk but with a slim gold band around most of it. The only place there wasn't any gold was in the middle of the line of silk. That was where the gold belts were laid. A set of brass bracelets, two on each side of the lines of silk were placed on their ends.

As we walked over to them, Julian asked if these skimpy things were actually our uniforms.

"I guess so," I said, wondering the same thing.

Looking at the careful way Boris laid them on the bed, I figured out that the cloth was supposed to go in the middle between our legs while the bracelets went on our wrists and ankles. The belt was obviously used to hold the cloth in place.

We took the bracelets and put them on our wrists and ankles first. Now, the problem was how the heck do you put on the cloth? Half reason, half luck, we found out the easiest way of doing it was to lie it out on the bed with the belt under the top end of the cloth. Each of us sat down in the middle and laid back. We pulled the cloth up and onto our chests. The belt was then fastened at the waist. Julian taught me a neat knot to tie the belt off with. When we stood up, the cloth fell in front and behind us all the way to our ankles. We later found out that it was called a breechcloth.

We ran to the nearest mirror to inspect the way we looked. Each of us turned one way and then back to the other. The only thing I didn't like was the idea of the side of our butts showing to the world. But if we were told to wear it, then so be it.

I sat down on the bed, looking out the door that leads to the balcony. I decided I wanted to see the whole city lit up and walked outside. My breechcloth blew across my legs in the wind. I went to the edge of the wall and looked out as I pulled my straight hair from my face. Julian walked out to stand beside me. We looked over the entire city; I kept wondering where we were.

"I wonder how the others are doing," he said all of a sudden.

"I don't know, but I hope they're doing okay. Did you hear the screaming when the two girls were sold?"

"Who couldn't? Wonder if they'll ever see each other again?"

"Probably not," I said, looking downcast.

"We got lucky, you reckon?"

"Extremely lucky. Who knows what one of them would do to us?"

"I hope I never find out," he said, and then shivered as he thought about it. "How's your side doing?"

"It's good. Hopefully I won't have a scar there."

"Yeah, I'll start calling you 'Scarribs'."

"Only under penalty of death. I am in charge, after all." I answered back to him with a smug smile and puffed out chest.

"Oh, right, I promise to remember that from now on," he said while rolling his eyes.

We snickered at one another then went back to looking out over the city. In a million years did I think that I would be where I was at that moment. Just over a week ago, I was safe and secure in my own bed back in the states. Now, I was in some foreign city, and a slave for someone in another foreign land.

I stood there with my friend viewing the city and allowing the breeze to move my breechcloth as it wished for a long time. It seemed like hours before we turned back towards the bedroom.

We both decided not to wear the breechcloths to bed and took the bracelets off as well. I looked at the clock on the nightstand and set it to go off at six o'clock; that would give us an hour to get ready. As both of us were dead tired after an extremely trying day, we just laid in each other's arms. Sleep overtook him first and I just watched him for a while until the same darkness claimed me.

Chapter 5
The Plane Ride

When the alarm woke me up the next day, I wasn't sure I wanted to get up. No, I take that back; I was sure I didn't want to wake up. But it was now time to begin my new life with Julian and Мастер Martynoff. I shook Julian awake and we took a hurried shower together. Teeth and hair were brushed then dressed for our day.

The uniforms looked as good on us this morning as they did last night. We pulled the cloth a little wider out, but it still didn't cover much. As we left the room, Boris was also entering the main room of the suite. He smiled when he saw us and we nodded back to him.

"You two look good in those," he said as we met.

"These are not uniforms, Sir," I said, trying to keep my voice respectable.

He laughed and told me the breechcloths were a uniform, just a very skimpy one. I agreed with that thought. He told us to go ahead and go into the master's bedroom and wait by his bedside till he woke. We did as we were told, but I also grabbed a bathrobe along the way for him.

Мастер woke up and saw us waiting for him. A big grin crept across his face as he scanned us in the early dawn. He took the robe I had waiting for him then headed to the bathroom. So began our new life with him.

Breakfast was served by the hotel waiter and we ate together; Boris and Мастер discussing plans for the day and us sort of wondering what was in store for us later on. I found out we were in Istanbul, Turkey during the time they were talking. I knew where that was on the map and it dawned on me just how far I had come in such a short time.

As Мастер did some more business over the next few days, Julian and I learned our duties from Boris. I learned that though I was in charge of the other slaves, I was also responsible for them as well. The last one with the gold collar was leaving his post there almost as soon as we arrived in his country; Kazakhstan. I was also the one to serve the master only. If any guests arrived at the castle, then the others took care of them, but my job was taking care of Мастер.

When my master finished his business in Istanbul, we boarded a small plane for his home. After take off, I asked him if he needed anything, and he smiled as he asked me to get him a certain Vodka drink. I asked Boris to show me how he liked it and he did. As I took him the drink in the back, I closed the door and gave him the glass. I awaited further orders from him as he finished his paperwork. When he was done, he set it down and turned his attentions towards me. He motioned for me to come to him and I advanced. He pulled me onto his lap and had me lean back against him as he leaned back in the chair. His hands began roving across different areas of my body as he began speaking to me in a low, powerful tone.

"When we arrive at my home, you will be given many duties, young one. And I will expect a lot from you. I know you are up for the challenge and will not disappoint me."

"Yes, Мастер," I whispered. My voice was raspy as he manipulated different points on my young body.

I relaxed against him and closed my eyes, I just let his hands roam as they wished. It felt great, better than what Julian and I did with each other. His hands moved all over my chest and stomach, feeling the smoothness of my skin. I felt every single millimeter of them as they passed over different parts. The skin on his hands were smooth, but had some calluses that had healed from long ago.

Soon enough, I felt something hard riding along the crack of my butt and knew instantly what it was. I spread my legs a little wider to let them fall on the outside of his own legs. Suddenly, I flinched as he made contact with my tented breechcloth. The touch lasted only a moment, but it was an electrifying one. I felt him reach under the cloth and release the belt holding it to my torso.

My hands reached up and behind his head as he let the breechcloth fall to the floor of the plane. I was bare-naked on top of him now. I understood now why he wanted such a skimpy uniform for his slaves; easy access. I lowered my hands back down and traced them down my body to my cocklet stick up along my abdomen.

"You know I own that as well, don't you?" he whispered in my ear. I froze in mid-stroke and nodded. "Then don't you think I should be the one to decide if you get pleasure or not?" Again I nodded, and I slid my hands away from my erected cock.

"Very good," he said, and his hands took the place of mine.

The name 'Мастер' was certainly the correct one for him, as he was certainly a master at just exactly what he was doing to me. To keep my hands from interfering, I reached behind my body and grasped the bracelets around my wrists. Somehow, it turned me on even more to have them not in play.

The Мастер's right hand stroked my little cocklet to perfection; enough to make it enjoyable, but not enough to make it cum. The other hand massaged my almond-sized balls. I got the feeling that he was enjoying this as much as I was, but I made some mental notes for future reference as to how to do this myself.

I moaned a few times, and repeated his name once, but then the waves of orgasmic pleasure seemed to fill my whole being as he finally allowed me to climax. My body jumped while still on his. I was totally lost in the feeling of bliss. As I opened my eyes, I realized that he had made me cum, but he was left without.

I slid off his lap and down to the floor of the plane between his legs. I laid my hand on the outside of his pants and right on top of his hard-on. I looked up to him to see if he wanted me to take care of him, and he nodded. I swallowed hard, knowing I was about to do something to an adult that I had never done before to one. Julian was one thing, but to a grown man, it felt like it was something else.

My right hand massaged his grown dick while the other made its way to his belt. It was easy to undo, then his pants right behind it. He raised his hips up so I could slide his pants and boxers down his legs to get them out of the way. It was the first time I had seen an adult erection. I had seen my dad after a shower, sure, but not like this. I swallowed again, and moved up to him.

His dick was obviously uncircumcised and he had a healthy growth of black pubic hair to cover his genitals. It didn't smell, which I was greatly thankful for, so my job of pleasing him would be easier. I moved upward to get a better look at him. When I glanced up to his face, he nodded down to me to begin. I took a deep breath and remembered how Julian liked it being done to him.

My tongue traced along the middle ridge to the tip. With his erection, the head was poking out of the foreskin, so that was moot. I traced the outline of the head with my tongue. I reached up with my right hand and grasped the base of his prick. Remembering that it was painful to bend it backward, I carefully pulled it towards me so I could get the underside of the stalk. He sighed a little as my tongue transversed the back of it.

Before he could do anything else, I decided to engulf him fully. He wasn't abnormally large, but to me at that age, he might as well have been. I sucked in a lungful of air and fit the head of his cock into my mouth. It was like having a large hot dog inside it. I remembered to keep my teeth as far away from it as possible as I lowered my head down. Too soon, it hit my gag reflex and I choked. It wasn't even a quarter of the way inside yet. I tried again and failed again. After several attempts, he stopped me with his hand. I looked up at him still with the head of his cock lodged in my mouth. The site must have amused him greatly.

"Try relaxing your throat muscles a little, and pretend you're swallowing a piece of food," he suggested. I nodded and returned to my work.

I relaxed my throat as he advised and as it got closer, I began to swallow when it hit the back of my throat again. It hit the reflex and for a moment I panicked again. I was about to back off, when I felt a pair of hands on the back of my head pressing me back down. I struggled a little, but he pushed harder until the head of his cock passed the reflex and down my gullet. It almost made me vomit, but once it slipped by, the feeling passed and I was able to handle it better. Tears had welled up in my eyes from having the act forced on me, but it was necessary and I was okay with it.

Before I knew it, my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I needed air again, so I pulled off his cock for a split second to grab some, but then it was back down again. My esophagus made a natural seal around his cock while it went down. As hands were no longer needed, I placed them behind my back and grasped my elbows with the opposite hands. I began building up a rhythm of sucking him off and soon enough, he was panting heavily.

It took several trips of his dick down my gullet before he came, but he indeed did. His explosion of cum into my mouth was a shock. At first, I thought it was urine and he was peeing into my mouth, but I soon realized that it was something else. Since it didn't taste all that bad, I figured that he would want me to swallow it. I kept in mind I was in a nice airplane, so I tried to swallow all of it, but I missed some.

"Well, done, young one," he commented once he recovered. "Please clean me off." I took that to mean with my tongue and I obeyed. When he was clean enough, I got a cloth and cleaned the rest of him with it.

He pulled his pants up while I asked if I could get something to drink to get the taste out of my mouth. He smiled and nodded. After the drink, I got dressed in my breechcloth and knelt down in front of him for further orders.

"You did well your first time, little one," he commented. I thanked him and he continued. "I suppose a name should be chosen for you and your friend before we arrive. What is your American name?" I told him mine and Julian's name as well. He sat back for a minute to think about it. Finally, he came up with Sasha for me and he left Julian's name to me. I thought about the new name, and actually liked it. I would have to give it some thought to my friend's name, and told him so. Мастер nodded.

"What did it feel like when you held your hands behind your back, Sasha?" he asked quietly. I thought about it for a second and told him that it felt pretty good, actually. He motioned for me to stand again and I complied.

He led me to him and to bend over his leg. With one hand, he pulled my arms back behind my back again and held them there. A second later, a latching sound was made, and I wrists couldn't separate now. When I looked back, the bracelets were linked together via the latches that we used to put them on our wrists. So, I thought, they served two purposes. My cock jumped in my breechcloth.

I had tied myself up once, and my cock had gotten hard from it, but I didn't know what to do with it at the time. Now, things were a little different. Plus, I had someone molesting me to make sure things were different.

His hand untied the belt to my breech and I felt it fall again. Then he turned his attentions to my backside. Those same hands began moving around on the globes of my ass in different directions, but always centering on the cheeks. At one point, his right hand dipped down between my legs. As was expected of me, I opened my legs to allow him access.

I felt him wrap his fingers around my nuts and give them a squeeze. I moaned at the pain, but it also felt good somehow. His finger then trekked up the crack of my ass after the squeeze. He placed the tip right at the entrance to my netherregion. I gulped as I knew what was about to follow.

That finger began to wiggle around the sphincter, trying to get it to loosen up for entrance. I struggled a little in my bound wrists, and it seemed to turn me on even more as it did once back home. My hard dick touched the side of his leg. I moaned at the touch as it felt like an electrical shock going through me.

All at once, he forced the same middle finger inside me. I reared up my head at the sudden intrusion of something so large. I wiggled around, trying to get away from it, but he held me down to his leg. Finally, I calmed down and he continued to force his way inside me. Before I knew it, his whole finger was inside, as I could feel the others against my asscheeks.

Then he began to fuck my hole with said finger. Just beginning with a slow, deliberate sliding action, but building towards a faster pace. He moved one of his legs around to set me between them. I didn't know why at the time, but I soon found out. It was so he could get to my hard cocklet easier with his other hand.

With one hand pumping my asshole, he began stroking my dick with the other. It was a peculiar sensation; pain and pleasure at the same time. It seemed to take forever before I came, but eventually, my body surged with pleasure and I peaked over the top. When it was over, I collapsed onto his leg for a breather. I felt, rather than saw or heard, him undo the latch to my bracelets and my arms fell downward.

"Feel good?" he asked with a slight twinkle in his eye.

"Yes, Мастер," I answered, but with a slight gasp.

"Go ahead and get dressed. We will be arriving home soon."

I nodded and flopped to the ground as he stood up to wash his hands. It took some work this time, but I managed to get my breech on and tightened the belt. I got into a kneeling position and waited for my master.

"Мастер?" I asked out of the clear blue.

"Yes, Sasha?"

"Can Julian and I continue our… fun… with each other when we get to where we're going?" It was something that had been in the back of my mind since he first masturbated me.

"Of course you can, as long as it doesn't interfere with yours or his duties," he had that twinkle in his eye again when he gave his permission. I got the feeling he wanted us to continue whether or not I asked him.

As he sat there, he looked out the window of the plane at the passing ground. At one point, he motioned for me to look. When I looked out, I saw a town that was fairly large, all things considered, and a large castle to the north of it. The castle was larger than I had ever seen any one house. It sat on a tall hill overlooking the town. On it's back side, it hugged a large lake.

"Welcome to your new home, Sasha," he said.

Chapter 6
New Home

The plane finally landed at the airport in Saryshaghan. Once we landed, we made our way through the airport. Мастер was in the lead with Boris one step behind him and to the left. We were behind Boris, flanking the two of them. As we walked through the small building, many people glanced our way, but didn't say anything to us. Obviously, our master was a man of power in the area.

When we exited the terminal, there was a car waiting for us to take us to our new home. Julian and I sat in the back with Мастер and Boris. To two of them talking while Julian and I knelt down on the floor in front of them and watched the scenery pass. Too soon, we passed out of the city and into the countryside. I watched as things passed by us, enthralled by the place I was now to call home.

It took another half an hour before we made it to Balkhash, and ten minutes through the town to the castle. It was immaculate. The car first pulled up to the gate and through to park in front of the door. Мастер got out when the driver opened the door for him and we followed after Boris. The tall front doors opened for us as we approached.

To give a total detail of the castle would take way too long, so I'll try to limit it to just a short paragraph. The building took the shape of a "U" with a back wall that opened to the lake. It also had a level that one could walk on. As far as the rooms, well, after some months there, I was able to count all one hundred and thirty of them on all five floors. The Great Library was expansive and had just about any book known to mankind, or at least a copy of it. In the middle was a courtyard of green grass and some bushes. Opulence was the word for the place; that was for sure.

The slave's quarters were on the north side of the castle, close to the master's bedroom. His was on the fifth floor on the north side, all the way at the end of that side. The hallway ended at his door on that floor. The slave's quarters were below his on the third floor.

In the entry way, a young man waited for us wearing a longer breech and a shiny gold collar similar to mine around his neck. He bowed to Мастер and waited. The two spoke in Russian for a few minutes, then he introduced us to the boy.

"Boys, this is Pavel. He will show you to your rooms and explain everything you need to know from there." Мастер was smiling, but insistent. I already figured not to disobey him anyway.

Pavel looked to be about fourteen or fifteen. He had dark brown hair and eyes, light skin with some freckles spackling his nose and cheeks. He smiled a warm, inviting smile at us which both of us returned. Мастер left us in his hands and walked away talking business with Boris. Pavel motioned for us to follow him and we were led to the third floor slaves' rooms. We went into a room that was more of a small suite. He motioned for us to sit down on the sofa.

"So, how do you like Kazakhstan so far?" he asked in a British accent. Both Julian and I were stunned. He smiled at the look on our faces. "Yes, I'm British." I looked at Julian, but all he could do was look at Pavel. Without warning, he stood up, walked around and grabbed onto the teenager's waist. Soon, tears were flowing and Julian was crying uncontrollably. Pavel looked to me for an explanation.

"He's also British," I said without waiting for the question. Julian had been brave up to now, accepting his fate without fear or worry. Now, I guess with knowing one of his countrymen was here, he just fell apart briefly. Finally, the younger boy got himself under control. Pavel knelt down to look at him in the eye to make sure he was alright. My friend nodded and returned to his seat next to me. I put my arm around his shoulder for support.

"Now, you need to listen close to what I'm about to tell you; especially you, Sasha. You will serve the master until he releases you. If you try to escape, things will be done to you that I can't possibly imagine. Мастер does have a torture chamber; I've seen it, down below the castle. Most that go in there don't come out and if they do, they are never the same again.

"From now until the time I leave, you will 'shadow' me, Sasha. Remember everything I do and say and how I do it, as it will be expected of you once I leave."

"How long till that happens?" I asked, still comforting Julian.

"Just over a month, so you'd better be on your toes with everything. Мастер has asked for me for tonight, but you will stay with him tomorrow. It will be expected of you at least twice a week to stay with him." That I figured out by myself, believe it or not.

The rest of that day, Pavel told us all the basics that we would need to know to live and serve here. While he talked, he showed us around the castle, including the room I was to live in. It looked surprisingly close to the room we stayed at in Istanbul. I would stay in that room until he left, and then move into a suite next to the master's.

Education would also be expected of us. One of the things we would have to learn is Russian and Kazakh; the two main languages of the country. He told us that Мастер despises an ignorant servant and they don't survive long here. We nodded and took his meaning for the threat that it was.

Just before dinnertime, we were introduced to the rest of the slaves. All of them greeted us, but one in particular didn't care for me; Yurgi. He was of Russian descent, and had black hair with brown eyes. He was a few years older than us and larger than us as can be expected. Yurgi seemed to have a chip on his shoulder about something, and I asked Pavel about that after meeting them all.

"Well, he sort of does, Sasha. My job was promised to him, but he made too many mistakes, so the brass collar was taken from him."

"Great. Just what I needed; a rival."

"You didn't think this was going to be all that easy, did you?" Julian asked with a hint of a smile. I gave him the 'evil eye' for that one.

"Come on guys, we've got to get something to eat before serving dinner to the master and his guests."

We ate and I shadowed Pavel during the entire meal, taking mental notes all along. Julian watched the others as well to see how things were done here. His job was not going to be difficult; just simply service the needs of the guests. My job was significantly more complicated.

Not only did I have to serve Мастер, but I had to keep on my toes about everything else going on in the room as well. Dinner wasn't too much of a problem, it was afterward and having to coordinate the slaves to clean up as well as the after dinner drinks in his study that was tricky. The evening came to an end and Pavel left for the master's suite. The slaves left for their own rooms, including Julian and myself.

"You know your new name has been left in my hands," I said upon entering my suite.

"And just what have you decided, oh powerful one," he chided.

"Well, with that comment, I have decided on 'Igor'," I said, with a smile.

I didn't have time to react before he jumped on top of me and began tickling me. I squirmed my best to get away from him and after a few minutes, I was able to. We continued to wrestle for a few more minutes until both of us had sort of tired ourselves out.

"Have you decided?" he asked when we finally settled down.

"How about 'Roman'?" I asked.

He thought about it for a few seconds and nodded. From then on, that was what he was called. And with that settled, we took a look around the small suite that was to be my home for the next month. We made our way to the balcony to look out over the low, rolling hills to the north of us. Twilight had passed to our left and night had fallen. Both of us were tired, but not really sleepy. I leaned against the wall to look out from the castle.

Julian, now Roman, walked up behind me and put his hand on my back. His hand moved slowly over the skin covering my spine. I hummed at the sensation. He moved to stand directly behind me and I leaned back against him. His hands moved around to my belly and continued stroking my smooth skin there.

My hands lowered and relocated to his hips then his bare buttocks. A kiss on my shoulder sent a shiver down my back. Before I could do anything to stop him, he untied my breech and it fell to the ground. I reached directly behind me and did the same to his. A smooth, young hand found my stiffening prick and began stroking it.

"Always go for the main event, don't you?" I teased him.

"What else is there?" he shot back.

My hands immediately clamped down on his fully naked buttcheeks and pulled him against my back. His hard-on rode between my own globes and the head fit in the small of my back. He sighed at the new sensation. Apprehensively, I turned my head around to address him.

"Stick it inside me, Roman," I told him.

"Do what?"

"I get the feeling from Pavel that Мастер is going to do the same to me tomorrow night, anyways. Besides, neither one of us is larger than his middle finger and it's already been up there a few times. Now, do it before I change my mind, Roman."

"If you're sure…" he said with some apprehension.

I was the one getting buggered, and he was apprehensive.

I opened my legs a little and I felt him pull his cock down between my asscheeks. With some trepidation of my own, I held my breath. I held onto his hips and felt him guide his cock towards my backdoor. Then I felt it touch the closed hole and I became even more nervous.

Being that this was his, and mine for that matter, first time, he wasn't too sure of what he was doing. But, half by guess and half by luck, the head of his cock began splitting my guardian muscle. I gripped his hips a little tighter as a sudden pain from back there hit my senses. He stopped.

"I don't want to hurt you, Sasha," he said, concerned. To lay his fears to rest, I pulled his hips toward me, suddenly. That hurt!

"UUUGH!" was the exact sound that escaped my throat. He tried to back off, but I held him fast where he was. My left leg was vibrating like I was Thumper from that stupid Disney movie.

"I'm hurting you, Sean," he said, still upset and trying to pull away. His hands had moved to my shoulders while mine had not moved at all. I was keeping him in his place, even though the pain was still there.

Soon, the pain subsided and I relaxed some. I let him go, but told him not to take it out of me. He didn't understand fully, but he did as I asked. I returned my look to the hills and folded my arms under my chin while resting them on the balcony. I was slightly bent at the waist while Roman was still unsure of what to do next.

"Slide it in and out like we do when we're sucking each other," I suggested, remembering what Мастер did with his finger.

"You're sure?" he said, with that British accent I was falling in love with. I nodded and moved a bit back to slide his cock inside slightly. He grasped my hips and began doing as I had directed. All at once, his hips made contact with my buttcheeks, shoving his whole length inside me.

I grit my teeth and clinched my fists at the pain, but held on against it. His hands moved up to grip my side as he waited for a second. I nodded and he began pumping his cock in and out of my virginal asshole. I noticed he was still cautious at the beginning, but he soon got over that as the feelings of passion welled up inside his loins. Roman's speed picked up and before both he and I knew it, he dry climaxed inside me.

Due to the pain, my cock had deflated quite a bit and just hung, almost uselessly under my bent body. After Roman had recovered enough, he pulled his shrunken cocklet out of my pink asshole. He walked around beside me and placed his arm over my shoulders.

"It's going to happen tomorrow night. I know it." I said, turning towards him. Tears were welling up in my eyes at the impending pain that lay in store for me. All Roman did was pull me into an embrace. I cried it out to him and the night air. After a few minutes, the crying stopped and the tears dried up. We stood there looking at each other; two naked eight-year-olds in a strange land.

Before I could do or say anything, he got down on his knees and began to suck my limp cock into his warm mouth. I tapped him on the shoulder and shook my head, no.

"Not tonight, Roman," I said matter-of-factly.

"Why not?" he asked, looking up.

"I don't know. I just know I don't want it right now, my brother."

I stood him up and looked him square in the eye. A hug was all I could afford for myself at that moment. We parted and grabbed our breeches. We walked back into the room with our arms over the others' shoulders and the breechcloths in the free hands.

Tomorrow was, after all, another day. It was one that I couldn't avoid or escape from. Tonight was for us to get some sleep. It took some more time of watching my friend sleep before the night claimed me, but I did finally succumb to it.

Chapter 7
Broken In

After our shower and getting dressed, Roman and I made our way to our individual posts. Roman went to the kitchens and I went to Pavel's suite. He looked none too worse for wear, so perhaps it won't be as bad as I feared the previous night. He took me on a short tour to show me my morning duties, and then breakfast for Мастер.

The rest of the day was spent in study. The Kazakh language wasn't too complicated to understand; it was almost musical in nature. I took to it better than Roman did, but he was better at Russian than me, so we broke even on that deal. Lunch was pretty much a catch-as-catch-can arrangement. We had something that looked like tortillas, but the meat was not beef. I heard one slave joking that it was goat meat.

Dinner was a somber affair for me, but I tried to remain as upbeat as possible and not let my fear show. All the other slaves, though, knew what was coming. Each of them had a different look on their faces; mostly pity. Yurgi looked positively giddy at my fate. Мастер rose from the dinner table and made his way out to his bedroom. I looked to Pavel to see what to do. He nodded for me to follow the master. Sighing, I did.

Мастер walked with a purpose towards his room. I kept up as best as I could and followed him into the room before the doors shut. I kind of felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter, and willingly going. When the doors were shut behind me, he walked around me and sat on his bed. His attentions then turned directly and only to me.

I was standing with my hands respectfully behind my back. My chin was quivering, on the verge of breaking into sobs. But I forced myself not to cry; I was failing miserably.

"You know what is going to happen?" he asked.

I sighed and nodded, but then looked down at my feet. A lone tear ran down my cheek. A partner ran behind it on the opposite one. I saw his hand motion for me to come to him and I did. Upon standing directly in front of him, he raised my chin up with his finger to look him square in the eye.

"I'm not going to say that it will not hurt and there will be some blood, but I will do my best to make it as pleasurable and gentle for you as I can, Sasha. Now, please assist me with my clothing." I didn't like the sound of that, but what could I do?

I nodded and helped him get undressed. When he was completely nude, he laid himself out on the bed. I took the bracelets and anklets off and went around to stand beside him. Shakily, I climbed into bed with him, knowing full well what was going to happen to me next.

As he laid there, I got the impression that he wanted me to take the lead. I did. I knelt on the bed next to him and began playing with the hair that covered his body. As my father was smoother, I had not seen a man with so much hair on his chest before. Even his nipples were covered in black hair. I leaned forward and kissed one of them. As I did this, he took the opportunity to untie the belt to my breechcloth. I felt it slip and fall off my body to the bed.

A smooth, but tough hand began feeling its way around my backside area. I was still exploring the forest of black hair on his chest while he was enjoying himself with my smooth body. I felt him pull me towards him and I moved around to straddle his torso, facing him. He sat up and unexpectedly, kissed me fully on the lips. I gave into his kiss and allowed his tongue to delve into my young mouth. At the same time, he pulled me into a fierce embrace and kept me that way during the entire kiss. On their own accord, my legs wrapped themselves around his middle.

I could feel his cock poke around my backside. He wasn't searching for the door, but I got the feeling it was more like he was knocking to get my attention. As we parted, I shyly looked down his chest. Another tear slipped down my face as I made my decision.

"Will you take me now, Мастер?" I asked quietly.

He didn't answer verbally. He pulled me back into the embrace and twisted us around to have me on my back and him on top of me. I reached around his neck and held on for dear life as he lined his leaking prick up to my boy-hole. I closed my eyes to what was coming next. I could feel my whole body tense up at the thought of something that large finding its way inside me.

After spreading his precum around my hole, I felt him pushing as gently, but as insistently, as possible. Soon, I felt the head begin to spear my interior. It wasn't too bad to begin with, but within a few minutes, the girth that is him started to burn me. I bit my lip to the pain and tried my best to bear it, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Finally, the pain was getting too much and I pushed away from him. But he would have none of that. His hands wrapped underneath my shoulders to hold me in place while he persisted to impale me. I tried wiggling out from under him, but it was useless; I was going nowhere.

Suddenly and extremely painfully, he pushed the head of his cock past my sphincter muscle. The pain was unbearable and I screamed. I tried not to, but it just hurt too much for me to keep quiet. I kept trying to push him off and out of me, but he held his position, waiting for me to settle down. It seemed to take forever before the pain lessened, but eventually it did subside and I calmed down.

He reached up and wiped my face off of my tears. I saw his face clearer and he was smiling, reassuringly. I choked back a few more of them and tried my best to smile up at him; it was just difficult while he had his cock somewhere that it shouldn't be.

Knowing that I wasn't going to resist him further, he loosened his hold on me. I felt him slide his dick into me further, and it stung again. I hissed at the pain again, but didn't try to push him away. I had resigned myself to this; come hell or high water. Not that I had any choice anyway.

I felt every inch of him slide into me until he had fully buried his pole inside. He took a second to feel me engulfing it before he began to pull out. It was a painful sensation, to be sure. It felt like a piece of paper pulp was being dragged out of my innards. I thought for a second he was going to pull out fully, but once the crown of his head hit my torn barrier, he began slicing into me again. This was not smooth at all; it felt like a knife was cutting into me. In many ways it was more painful than the initial penetration.

It took two more full rotations of him sliding into me before the pain of it all began receding. He picked up the pace a little, but he could only hold out for so long before cumming inside me. It lasted one more time before he stiffened and began shooting his cum into my intestines.

Мастер collapsed on top of me and I felt not only full at having an adult cock inside me, but also crushed at having his body cover mine. I slithered out to my right to get some air and he rolled to the left. His waning dick slipped out of my torn hole as I gained a little freedom for myself.

Once I was free, I curled into a ball with my arms around my knees. I just felt like I needed to be me for a brief period of time. I know I was still bleeding from my shredded virginity, but I didn't care. His hand began stroking my arm. I needed the time to myself, but I knew better than to shrug him off me. I just lay there like that for a while, not caring that I was soiling my master's sheets.

Slowly, deliberately, I uncurled my body as I recovered my mind. Without any prompting from him, I got up and retrieved a cloth to clean up the sheets a little, as well as his manhood. I was right; I bled a lot from behind. After cleaning off him and the sheets, I went into the bathroom to clean myself up. It took a long time to get the bleeding under control, but it did finally stop. When I walked back in the room, he was lying propped up on one elbow, waiting for me.

"You should not have worried about the sheets, Sasha. The other slaves will change them in the morning."

"I know, Мастер, but I felt like I should," I said, lamely.

He smiled, reassuringly, and patted the bed. I took the prompting and laid my aching body down next to him. I was belly down and facing away from him, but he took it as no insult. His hand traced just about every part of my back, butt and legs while I just laid there and actually enjoyed the attention. I saw my breech and got an inspiration.

Remembering what it felt like when he linked my bracelets together, I grabbed the breech and wove one end around my right wrist twice. The other end, I wrapped around my left, and twisting it around a couple of times, my wrists were bound together. Мастер saw what I was doing, and reached for the free ends of the breech. He tied them together, fully binding my wrists.

My cock was lengthening and hardening under my prone body while he tied the two ends together. With my hands out of the way, he pulled me towards him. A little stroking and my cocklet was fully stiff. I opened my legs a bit to let him have his way with it. He took it for the invitation that it was.

As his hand was wrapped around my dick, he pulled me over and onto him as he rolled to his back. My tied hands fell behind his head. I wiggled a little to get comfortable on his torso. I sighed as he resumed fondling me. His free hand began tweaking my nipples one at a time. A little pain with the pleasure he was giving me was acceptable to my immature senses. Even through the recent pain and humiliation of having him fuck me for the first time, I came within mere minutes of his ministrations.

"I always like it when you do it, Мастер," I said as I relaxed.

He chuckled a tad while he continued playing with my sensitive jewels. While his hand molested my private area, I felt his cock getting harder beneath me. Scared at the renewed pain, but knowing that I couldn't escape it, I began to snuggle my butt against his erection.

"Don't start what you cannot finish, young one," he whispered.

I took a deep breath and wiggled again. That was all the invite he needed. Without further warning, he wrapped both arms around me and rolled the two of us over. I lowered my hands to the bed as he raised himself up off me. Tough hands began moving over the globes that formed my seat. But a rod was soon riding along the crack between them. Knowing full well what I started, I opened my legs wider.

He reached under me and pulled my hips upwards, to put my butt in the air. As my butt was in the air, waiting on him to spear me again, my elbows supported my upper body. As the tip of his cock hit my hole, he pushed it inside. Excruciating pain shot through my body as he split me in half again. Not being able to hold it in again, I screamed. It felt like that knife was being used on me again. My torn sphincter muscles could only handle so much abuse.

Мастер waited for a few seconds again before 'plowing' ahead. I nodded towards the bed and he started to push into me again. It hurt like before to take all of him inside me, but this was something I was going to have to get used to. Before long, I could feel his pubes against the smooth skin of my ass. It felt like his whole being was inside me, filling me to the brim. He ground his cock around inside me for a bit then began to withdraw it. When he had taken it out to the point of his head inside, he retraced his path back inside my innermost sanctum.

My shredded backdoor was on fire as he fit his whole cock back within me. Once fully embedded, he began to withdraw again. Holding onto my hips to hold me in position, he started pumping me fully with his hard-on. The pain was still there, but lessened after a few cycles and I was able to bear it much better. Мастер lasted longer this time than when he took my virginity, and I had to endure a longer lasting pain than before. After several minutes, I was wondering if he was ever going to finish. It was right after that thought passed through my mind that he made one hard, guttural lunge, sending his sperm shooting into me again. The viciousness of it stung, and I yelped, but it was finally over for now.

He laid down onto my back and we both sank down to the mattress. In this position, I was able to handle his weight better than before. We stayed like that until his cock popped out of my torn hole again and he rolled off me to the side. I sighed and rolled away from him to look at him lie there beside me. He had a look of utter contentment on his face. I, on the other hand, was sore.

Still wanting to be a good servant, I leaned towards him and began licking up the mess of my shredded virginity and his jizm. Soon, he was clean and I laid my head on his belly to rest. I pulled my wrists to my mouth and used my teeth to untie the breechcloth binding my wrists together. Once untied, I cast the cloth to the floor next to the bed. I hoped we were done for the night. I was wrong, but I was glad I was.

He reached down and pulled my lower body up towards his head. Without explanation or orders, he rolled over and sucked my little cock into his mouth. The feeling was just as pleasurable as when Roman does it. I just laid there and let him work on me. It wasn't until his finger found my tattered hole that I flinched.

"Please don't Мастер; I'm too sore there," I pleaded with him. And to his credit, he stopped. I think it was that simple act that caused me to really begin to love and respect him.

It didn't stop him from working on my erection, though. I could feel his tongue work its way around the stalk of my dick. The sensations were wonderful. I held my hands behind my head as he worked me over. I didn't want to disturb anything he was doing to me at that time. Without warning, though, my nuts disappeared into his mouth as well. That sent me over the edge, cumming.

I took a breather, and he did too, but it didn't last long. He was back to work on me again; building me up to that euphoric high that was so pleasurable. This one took longer to reach, but not by much. After another short breather, he pulled me on top of him with my legs to 'bookcase' his head. My dick disappeared into his mouth again in no time. I held onto him for dear life as he built me back up towards a fourth climax of the night.

I was dealt two more of them in that position before we called it a night. Weary, tired, sore, and aching, I managed to circle around to fall asleep next to him. The last thing I remembered was thanking him.

Chapter 8
Roman's Night

The next morning, I woke to sunlight streaming in the room, blinding me. I rubbed my eyes to get the sleep-junk from them. I turned to my right, which was where Мастер was lying when I fell asleep, but he was gone. I turned to the left and no one was there at all, either. When I turned over and sat up, I saw that I was alone in the room. I groaned and flopped back down on the bed.

The door opened and Pavel walked in, carrying a tray of breakfast items. He sat them on the bed then pulled a chair up for himself. I wasn't moving.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked him.

"No," he chuckled. "Мастер knew you needed your rest after last night. He told me you did well. We did hear your screams, though."

"You heard those?" I asked, embarrassed.

"I think there are a few people somewhere in Siberia that didn't, but otherwise, everyone else did." He had a comical look on his face. "How do you feel?"

I moved around gently, as to not upset the breakfast, and experimentally. I was sore, but not too bad. I reached behind and felt my hole. It hurt a lot to the touch, so I refrained from doing that again. I told him I was okay, and he smiled.

"Then you did better than me on my first time with him. I couldn't stop crying the next day from the night's pain." He handed me some ointment to use on the torn muscle to help alleviate the soreness. Then he motioned to the breakfast. "Go ahead and eat, Sasha."

Wanting to change the subject, I asked him where he was going in a month's time. As he answered, I began eating the breakfast he mentioned.

"Мастер is sending me to school at the end of next month. I will be there for the next two years getting ready for my life in the real world. I want to own my own deli in the capital city. Мастер has promised some money to me when I finish school to help. I can't wait for that day, Sasha."

He seemed genuinely excited at the prospect of going into business for himself. I was happy for him. I finished my breakfast and slid out of bed. I stumbled a little and he helped me to the shower. As I got in, I saw him looking up and down my slim body. I turned and grabbed him around his waist.

"Care to join me, Pavel?" I asked with a gleam of mischief in my eye.

"No, I can't, Sasha. The only one that can be with you is the master." That realization hit home real fast. What about Roman and our relationship? I asked him that question. "What did he say?"

"He said that as long as it doesn't interfere with our duties then we could continue with our relationship," I said with a shrug.

"Then I suppose you two can continue. It's different with you than it was with me. You came here with him while I was alone in my arrival. The master made it clear to me that no one would be able to be with me excluding him. You are most fortunate, Sasha.

"By the way, he did tell me that your friend would be spending the night with him tonight, so you might prepare him for that."

I exhaled through closed lips, but the revelation was not unexpected. I figured that he would get around to Roman soon enough. I just didn't figure that it would be this fast.

I took my shower in the master's bath and then Pavel handed me a new breech once I was dried off. We cleaned the bath and bed rooms up to pristine condition then left. Мастер was in a meeting doing business while the slaves were studying in the library. Pavel went to check on lunch for the master and suggested I have a talk with Roman. I agreed.

When I walked in the room, all heads turned to see me. I was a little abashed at the attention, but I bid them to continue their studies. All but Yurgi complied. I had to exert some influence with the collar to get him to obey. I knew right then that he was going to be a problem.

"We need to talk," I whispered into Roman's ear.

He closed the book he was reading and followed obediently. Once we were out of earshot of the others, he asked me how I was. I told him truthfully that I was sore, but doing okay.

"You know you're next, right?" I asked him square. He nodded. "Tonight," I said, flatly. That shocked him as much as it did me when Pavel had told me the news. "I will talk to Мастер and see if there's something I can do to make it easier for you, but I can't promise anything, Roman."

"Could you be there?" he asked, already getting nervous.

"You want me there?" I asked, incredulously. He nodded. "I'll see what I can do." He smiled.

"Is it really that painful, Sasha?"

"I wasn't playacting last night, Roman," I said, trying to rid myself of the vestiges of the previous night's pain.

We hugged and I told him to return to his studies. He nodded and did as I directed. I made my way to the kitchen where Pavel was arguing with the cook about something. The food was not prepared properly and Pavel was trying to get him to redo it. I suggested that it was only lunch and he went off on his own in a huff. I shrugged to the cook and he smiled back at me.

Lunch was served for the house and guests as normal. After lunch, I made it a point to speak to Мастер alone briefly.

"Is there a problem, Sasha?" he asked once we were in the library.

"No Sir, I just have a something personal to talk about," I said, kind of nervous. I wasn't too sure about how to proceed with this.

"Go on," he prompted and sat down. I couldn't sit down without wiggling, so I continued to stand.

"Roman asked me if I could be with him tonight when you…," I struggled for the words.

"Have him?" he offered and I nodded. "Do you want to be there?"

"If it will help him, then yes sir, I do." I stated it strongly with conviction in my voice and stance. He sat back in the seat, seemingly amused at this. I waited his answer bouncing slightly on the balls of my feet.

"You care for him that much?" he asked suddenly.

I nodded shyly and looked down at my feet. He moved to the edge of the seat and lifted my head by my chin.

"Don't ever be ashamed that you love someone, Sasha. I know that the two of you have formed a bond together that is strong. I will not come between that at all. Of course, if you wish to be there tonight, then I will allow it." I got excited at this as all eight-year-olds do, but he calmed me back down. "But don't think that you will be able to stop anything from happening. If I wish it, then it will happen."

I nodded and gave him a hug around his neck. He chuckled and let me go. A business associate of his walked in the room. I asked if either of them needed anything and they shook their heads. I left them to their business and went to find Roman. He was just finished clearing the table. One of the other slaves, Dani, was helping him. I had him give us a moment alone. He bowed out of the room.

"I will be with you tonight, Roman. He's told me that I cannot stop what he's going to do to you. It will hurt, I can guarantee that."

"As long as you're there, it'll help, brother," he said, smiling.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. I actually got some studying done in the midst of all my duties. The table was cleared after dinner and after the other slaves finished their work they went to their respective rooms or walked around the castle. Some of them were asked to service a few of the guests staying overnight and they went to meet them. Roman and I walked hand in hand up to Мастер's master bedroom.

The door was open and we walked inside. As Roman walked in front of me, I closed the door behind us. Мастер walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. Roman was standing in front of me still, with his hands over his groin in a subservient stance. The master walked over to him and raised his head up to meet him in the eye.

"Are you ready?" he asked simply. Roman nodded. "Then remove my robe, please." It wasn't a request. Roman did as he was told. I walked up behind him and removed his breech, allowing it to fall to the floor. I kind of felt like I was giving away a bride to a groom.

Мастер led the boy to the bed and pulled him upon it. I followed at a short distance. As our master lay back, I showed Roman how he liked being played with. As my friend began running his hands over the man's hairy chest, the same tough hand began to feel up the smooth ass. A finger prodded into the crack between Roman's cheeks.

As Roman had been kneeling next to our master, he showed some courage and opened his legs to the invading digit. While the youngster stroked him, I got the idea to lick his set of fuzzy balls. He sighed at the new sensation, but didn't stop either one of us from doing what we were doing to him. Who would? Roman took my lead and began to lick the thickening cock in front of him.

I saw him stiffen and heard a grunt. When I looked back, Мастер's finger had forced its way inside my friend's backdoor. More than that was on the way; that was for sure. I rubbed his smooth leg to settle him down a little and it worked. We turned our attentions back to the groin presented to us. Another little grunt later, and the finger had made its presence known fully to Roman.

I moved Roman onto Мастер's torso as I had done the previous night. But our master wanted something else. He withdrew his finger from Roman's backside and turned him around to face down his body. Then he pushed the boy gently downward to rest on his hardened cock. My friend looked to me to find out what to do next. I sat up. After straddling the master's legs, I moved forward to embrace him in a tight hug. We rose up a little, to allow the master to place his cock to Roman's rear entrance. I closed my eyes to the inevitable.

Roman held on to me like I was a life preserver in the middle of the ocean. I heard him suck in his breath and knew what was coming next. He fidgeted a bit and then I felt his body and hug stiffen. A sort of grunt mixed with whimper escaped his lips before Мастер speared him fully.

The scream was as loud as mine was the previous night. He tried to climb off our master, but both of us held him down. His nails dug into my skin as the pain ran through him. Crying accompanied his screams and there was some pleading and begging for him to take it out, but they went unheeded. When my friend began to settle down as I did, Мастер lowered him downward to sit fully on him. Roman cried the entire time it took to fully embed the cock inside him.

Once he was down all the way, I backed off to look him full in the face. His eyes and cheeks were splotchy with red as the tears covered them. I wiped his face and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He was still squirming a little at the pain of having something so large inside him, but the wailing had stopped at least.

"It hurts, Sean," he said, almost begging me to stop it.

"I know it does, Julian, but you can do it. I know it." I told him as tears were gathering in my own eyes. There was no way I could take his pain from him, but I knew exactly what he was going through. There would be a time when it would end. For now, though, he had to endure it.

Мастер sat up and embraced him fully around his chest. Roman reached up and held onto his hands. I sort of gave a slight push for them to lay back and the master took my lead. As the two of them were totally down on the bed, I crawled up and began sucking Roman's smaller cock into my mouth. It was utterly flat due to the pain he was experiencing, but after a few licks and engulfing it, it began to come to life. My tongue worked its way around it as Мастер had done to me and even through the agony he was feeling, Roman sighed at the sensation.

As I sucked on him, Мастер started to slide out of his backdoor. Roman wasn't sure which was more prevalent; the pain the master was dealing him or the pleasure I was giving him. Like it had been done to me, when he was almost all the way out, he stopped and commenced reinserting the whole length back into him. Roman wiggled and whined a little at the renewed pain of being stuffed again, but didn't make any other sign to cease it.

Our master didn't last much longer, and when he came, so did Roman. When I backed off him, I saw blood mixed with semen start to flow out of the torn hole. I went and retrieved a towel from the bathroom to catch the mixture. Roman had collapsed on top of the older man's chest; exhausted from his ordeal. I smiled at the two of them lying there. A twinge of jealousy passed through me, but it wasn't there for long.

As they lay there together, I got an idea…

Chapter 9
A Long Night

As the master's cock slipped from his backside, I moved Roman to lie on the bed beside him. I cleaned up his cock completely and then moved to Roman. I saw some blood still seeping from his torn sphincter, but I knew that it would dry up soon enough. I undid my breech from my waist and laid it across Мастер's middle. I was straddling my friend and facing down his legs. It was funny; less than a week ago before the auction, he took the lead and showed me pleasure. Now, I was the one leading.

Anyway, I stretched out down his body and placed my mouth over his limp cock. This of course put my groin over his face. My hands went down his smooth legs to wrap around his ankles. As my feet moved up and over his head, I looked to Мастер to see if he got the hint. He got the hint.

The latches that held the bracelets to our bodies were linked together. My wrists were linked to his ankles and vice-versa for the other ends. The belts that held our breeches up were used to tie off my wrists and Roman's ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. He used the breechcloths themselves to tie the other ends to the headboard posts. We were tied in our favorite position and spread-eagled. As soon as we were tied securely, Мастер moved to my right to watch the show.

Roman's cock was now entirely stiff again at the prospect we were now in. And I have to say, so was mine. Without any further prompting, he swallowed me whole. Of course, I could not call myself a friend if I didn't do the same for him. We worked on each other for a few short minutes before we both climaxed. We took a short breather, as we had done in the past, and began again.

Once we had another dry orgasm, Мастер made his presence known again. The bed creaked a little and he moved behind me, to Roman's head. He told my friend down there to open and obediently, he did. As I had done on the plane ride over here, he choked at the first few attempts that the master had made to get down his throat. I told Roman to relax his throat muscles and pretend he's swallowing some food.

To take his mind off having something so large go down his throat I started licking his cock and hairless balls. Soon, I heard him gulp and I felt pubic hair hit my smooth asscheeks. I felt him pump Roman's throat several times and giving him ample enough time to breathe when he pulled out.

At one point, he pulled all the way out of my friend's throat and I felt him line up to my sore backside door. I pulled my mouth away from Roman's cock, gritting my teeth at what was to follow. I gripped my fists closed as the cock that had speared me the previous night began pushing its way inside me again. Not being able to do anything to stop this, I just held on as the pressure increased incrementally. With a sudden thrust, pain surged through my body again as the head of his cock cleared its hurdle. That knife was back, splitting me in half; at least that was what it felt like.

Gently and as easily as possible, he continued to feed his cock to my rectal cavity. The pain was excruciating, but it wasn't as much of a surprise as the previous night, so I was able to bear it without screaming. Several minutes of him pushing passed and he was completely buried inside me once again.

"You're doing well, Sasha," he complimented me once he lowered his body down to ours. Knowing that the combined weight was something that Roman couldn't manage, he wasn't there longer than the comment.

He raised himself back up and grasped my hips. The painful route of withdrawing from me commenced shortly there after. As before, he pulled out only to the point where the tip of his cock remained inside me then began forcing his way back in. I gripped harder and harder as he started to really fuck me from behind.

Knowing that I was taking some of the heat off him, Roman helped me by taking my cock into his mouth. Pleasure began to mix with the awful pain of getting fucked. Both sensations assaulted my mind at the same time. I wasn't sure which one of them was beating out the other. The pace that Мастер was setting was impossibly agonizing, but Roman was doing his best on my boyhood.

The building up of my own third orgasm had me wanting this to be over, but at the same time for it to go on forever. It was a most puzzling sensation, not to mention confusing. I wasn't sure what to feel. Once Roman had me over the edge, the muscles surrounding my hole tightened and caused Мастер to release himself as well. Now, I was worn out completely, both figuratively and physically.

Мастер eased himself out of me with a weird sucking noise once he cleared my rear barrier. I felt my ankles being freed from both Roman's wrists and the breechcloths holding them down. My master got up and untied the other ends after that as well. I rolled off my friend to lie on my side. This time, I needed a longer break before anything else was to be done.

As I was lying there, I heard Roman moan. I turned to see Мастер suck his entire hairless groin into his mouth. I smiled as I knew how good that felt. I watched as he just played with the boy's jewels in his mouth for some time. His tongue must have been doing some job on him as I saw his passion grow and finally come to its peak. Roman had gripped our master's head in a vice-like hold during his orgasm, but then let go once he calmed down.

I smiled at them and made my way to the bathroom to wash up. I was sore again from getting fucked again, but the blood wasn't as bad as the previous night. Roman walked in as I was finishing up to do the same. We looked at each other and he broke out in a simple smile. I answered back with my own and I helped him get cleaned up after his ordeal. After getting clean, we made our way back to the master's bed. Мастер was lying on his side waiting for us to return.

"You two were a real find at the auction and I'm glad I insisted on taking you both," he said as we climbed back onto the bed.

"So are we, sir," Roman commented. After what he had just gone through, it was a little surprising to hear him say that right now.

"Oh really?" he asked; apparently it surprised him as well.

Before Roman could answer, we heard an ear-shattering scream coming from one of the other rooms. It sounded like one of the other slaves, but I didn't know which one it was. I didn't even bother with the breechcloth, but ran to the door. I looked back to see Мастер get up and get his robe. I ran down the flight of stairs going to the guest rooms and almost knocked Pavel over when I came around a corner.

We didn't bother talking; we just continued running in the direction of the scream. As we got closer to the guest rooms, a few doors were opened and a few of the occupants were outside in the hall. Pavel ushered them back to their rooms as we ran past them. The scream had died away before we arrived, but Pavel knew which room it had come from. He didn't bother knocking when we arrived, he just opened the door. It was a sight that I would soon not forget.

One of the guests had a young slave standing up and tied spread-eagled between the two posts at the foot of the bed. The boy had been hit with a rug-beater several times all over his body, but that wasn't what made him scream. It was the removal of his testicles that caused the scream.

Blood was everywhere, including the guest's mouth and chin. He was chewing on something and it didn't take a genius to figure out what was in his mouth. There wasn't a knife anywhere to be found, so apparently, he had bitten them off the boy while he was tied there. The whole scene almost made me vomit.

Pavel launched himself at the guest and leveled him with one punch. I was stunned too much to do anything. Then a noise at the door brought me back to reality; Мастер had arrived and to say he wasn't happy would have been an understatement. He helped Pavel assault the guest and pin him down.

In all this, no one was helping the poor boy that had been mutilated. I made my way over to him and untied him from between the posts. I had to catch him as he collapsed onto me. As he was slightly older than me, it took all my strength to hold him up long enough to undo the last rope holding him to the bed. I laid him down on the bed on his back as Pavel and Мастер wrestled the guest out of the room.

"Мастер!" I cried to him to get his attention. He turned. "He needs a doctor, sir."

"Put a towel against his groin and hold it there tightly; it will stop the bleeding. I will call my physician."

I nodded and he left with the guest. Roman got there as the other three were leaving and he did vomit as he saw the sight. I told him to close the door and get me a towel. As stunned as he was, I had to shout at him to get him moving. It probably would have been faster if I did it myself, but the boy needed me there next to him.

As I looked at him, I saw that he was getting paler by the minute. Soon, Roman got to us with the towel, but left the room as soon as he handed it to me. I found out later that he has a problem seeing blood. I don't; after seeing James get hurt one time when I was six.

I placed the towel between the boy's legs and held it there as tightly as I could. He groaned at the painful touch and tried to move away from it. I held him where he was by placing a hand on his shoulder. Soon, he calmed down.

Time seemed to slow down, as it usually does in crisis situations, and I thought that the whole night had passed before the doctor showed up. When he got there, he took over, but asked me to stay to comfort the boy and I agreed. We were in that room for hours while he worked on him. There was no way to save his testicles, unfortunately, so all he could do was sew some stitches in him to stop the bleeding. I hoped that the guy would pass out from this and give him some peace, but he had to endure all of it wide awake.

When the doctor was finished, I helped him stand and walk him to the slaves' quarters. I laid him down on his bed and gently washed the blood off him. After that, I sat with him, holding him, caressing him, until he eventually fell asleep. I kissed him on the forehead and left him to sleep. His roommate was with another guest for the evening and wouldn't return until morning.

I eased out of the room, and quietly shut the door. Pavel was walking up the hall when I turned around.

"How is he?" he asked.

"The doctor says he'll be fine. He'll be a eunuch, but he'll live." I looked at him as if this was his fault and he called me on it. "It's just that I thought we were supposed to be responsible for the others as the ones with the brass collar."

"We are, Sasha," he said, but didn't elaborate.

"Then why was it that I had to be the one to take care of him and not you?"

"Because you have a brass collar also. I knew you were there and would take care of him while I dispatched the guest from doing further harm. So, don't go on giving me that look."

I relaxed my face a little, but I was still cross at him. I asked what was going to happen to the man.

"That's up to Мастер," he said with a shrug. With that, he headed back upstairs and to his room. I wasn't going to go to sleep so easily and neither was Roman. I found him in my temporary room, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You're supposed to be in the master's bedroom," I playfully chided him.

"Very funny. How is he?"

"The boy?"

"No, Santa Clause," he shot back. I guess it was another stupid question.

"The doctor said he'll live, but he'll never have kids. Beyond that, I don't know. I guess I will talk to Мастер tomorrow and see what will become of him."

"Don't you mean today?" he asked, pointing to the clock. It read straight up six o'clock.

I asked him why he had such a problem seeing blood.

"I just have never seen that much before. Hope I don't see that again."

I agreed. I sat next to him on the bed and put my arm around his shoulder. He leaned into me as we sat there. I asked him if he would take care of the boy till he was strong enough to resume his duties and he said he would. It was pointless to get any sleep at this time, so he and I showered and got ready for the day.

Мастер found me as we were heading to breakfast that morning and wanted to talk to me about the boy. We walked while we talked. I told him that Roman would be caring for him until he was better and he approved of my decision.

"You handled yourself very well last night during the crisis. I'm very pleased, Sasha. I am also pleased at how you helped with Roman. You seem to have a way with people. I can help you develop that further if you wish."

"What's going to happen to the guest, Мастер?" I asked while it was at the front of my mind.

"Mssr. Petrov will be handed over to the police for punishment. It is a crime to do what he did to young Ivan. And believe me when I say that he will be punished adequately."

"I hope so," I said with some anger in my voice. He smiled at me and gave me a hug.

Today was a new day and my position in the house was getting stronger. For the first time in my life, I felt like things were going my way and I felt good about it.

Chapter 10
Pierced

Over the next month or so, things progressed as one might expect them to. I followed Pavel around everywhere he went. I was bound and determined to learn everything there is to know about his position that would soon be mine. It wasn't long before I did learn it; inside-out, upside-down, backwards, forwards, diagonally, etc.

Roman and I spent two nights a week in Мастер's bed with him. Sometimes we were tied up like before, other times, we were free to move around as we wished. Pavel said that it wasn't that way with him. He always spent his nights with Мастер alone. He chided me that he was jealous. I smiled and offered the same experience with us and he declined again.

When we weren't with Мастер, we slept together in my bed. During those times it was completely joyful. There was no pain at something huge being shoved inside us; it was just us enjoying each other's bodies. The bond we had already formed grew stronger. It was getting harder and harder to tell when one of us started and the other ended.

Ivan healed up with Roman's care and soon enough he was back on his feet doing his duties again. He was extremely loyal to both me and Roman for what happened in the guest room and the care given to him by my friend. It took him the whole month to stop walking like a cowboy, but even that passed eventually.

Yurgi was becoming more and more of a problem. I tried everything I could to get him to listen to me, but nothing was working. It was usually Pavel that had to yell at him to get him to do anything. I kept wondering what was going to happen when the older boy left for school.

One of my favorite places in the castle was the back wall that overlooked the lake. Many a night was spent looking out across the body of water. The reflection of the moon's light on the water always calmed me down no matter how bad things got between Yurgi and me. I was standing in my favorite spot (it was a set of blocks against the wall that I always stood on to make me tall enough to see over the wall) one night when Мастер walked out to visit with me.

"Am I disturbing you, young one?" he asked as he walked up.

"Of course not, Мастер," I said, getting down and facing him. He bid me to resume what I was doing and I stepped back up on the top block, but didn't turn back to the lake. I got the impression he wanted to talk about something.

"Pavel's leaving in two days," he said, matter-of-factly. I nodded. "I understand that you're having a problem with Yurgi." Again I nodded. "Well, you're going to have to sort out your problems with him soon, Sasha." Another nod. I understood; I just didn't know what to do about it.

As our conversation ended, I turned back to the lake. I felt him walk up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist. I leaned back against his midriff for the comfort and warmth. Through the cloth of my breech and his sleep pants, I could feel him getting stiff. I smiled at the knowledge. My hand reached down and untied the belt holding the breech to my body.

"You little minx," he chuckled into my ear. I giggled and then felt him reach down to pull his cock out of the opening in the pants.

I was planted back against the wall as he lined his cock up for entry. I hissed at the initial thrust of him putting it inside, but after doing this for a month or so, I was used to having him in me. After a moment to allow me to get used to him again, he began to pump me with his erection. As I couldn't play with myself while he was fucking me, I just held onto the wall while he took me.

But I wasn't worried; I knew he would take care of it eventually. Something new started inside me, though. Only recently did I begin to enjoy him taking his liberties with me. Having something that large slice in and out of me was starting to turn me on. If I was getting turned on after just a month of it, I wondered what I would be like in a year, or two.

"Harder, Мастер," I whispered, surprising even myself. He added a harder thrust to the next cycle of his hips, causing a little pain to my boy-hole. I hissed, but didn't stop him from continuing at the newly set pace.

After a few minutes solid of him pumping my ass, I felt his hand begin to take care of my cocklet. He got into a rhythm with his hand and hips and before long, I passed him in peaking. My orgasm caused him to go over the edge as well, sending his sperm flying into my innards again.

On that final, guttural thrust, he didn't move away from me. He just stayed behind me with his cock buried in me. He stood there together looking over the lake's water with me while both of us calmed down. I felt his hands move upward to hold me around my waist while we stood there.

"Beautiful night," he whispered into my ear.

"It is now, Мастер," I said over my shoulder to him. He smiled and kissed my cheek. We remained locked in a lover's embrace for quite some time.

"How would you and Roman like to go into town tomorrow?" he asked all of a sudden. That surprised me. I had not seen any of the other slaves go into town since I had been here excluding Pavel. I asked him about that. "Well, being the head of the slaves gives you certain privileges not afforded to the others."

"I'll ask Roman, but I think he would like to, Мастер," I said, hardly containing my own excitement.

"Good. I would like you to do some shopping for the castle, and Pavel will tell you how it is to be done, but otherwise, you will have the time to yourselves. I will also give you two some spending money."

He eased his limp cock out of my anal cavity and I turned around to clean it off. I was used to his taste by this time and was actually beginning to like it. Even Roman was beginning to like the taste of his semen. After I got him clean, he kissed me on the forehead and turned back to his bedroom. I turned back to the lake for a few minutes before I returned to Roman and my own room. I told my friend about the next day and he reacted the same way I did.

After our morning duties were finished, Roman and I went to see Pavel. He told us what to buy and where to get it. He also told us that the supplies would be billed to the castle and not to worry about paying for them. I took the list and a map of where everything was in town. I scanned both and it seemed simple enough to me. Pavel gave us some spending money and told us to enjoy ourselves.

"You've earned it," he said with a smile. With that, he dismissed us and we headed into town for the first time. I put the spending money inside my left bracelet for safekeeping.

One would think that two eight year old boys would find something to get into trouble with, but we didn't. We stuck to the better end of town during our outing. I thought it would be best if we got the items needed for the castle first then we could play and Roman agreed. It took the rest of the morning to get everything for the house, and we got done right around lunch time. There was a nice little deli we saw and decided to head there for lunch.

"You must live at Mssr. Martynoff's house," the woman said as we sat down. I guess our breeches gave it away to her. We nodded and she told us our meal was paid for. That was the type of respect our master commanded. We told her that we had money, but she wouldn't hear of it.

After a pleasant and fulfilling lunch we decided to see if there were any fun places around the town. Believe it or not, but we found a place that was for kids to hang out and enjoy themselves. It was in a small market area. The cross street lay to one side of it while a mid-level jewelry store was on the right side. We decided to check it out.

Inside the place were pool tables, video games (only a few of those), and a few other games I had never seen before. A man at the counter nodded to us as we walked in the door. Roman nodded back and we made the circuit of the joint. It wasn't too bad a place. We were the youngest ones in it, as most of the others were at least eleven or so, but no one gave us any trouble.

We rented a set of darts for a while and threw them at the board. I imagined the middle was my Uncle Rick's face. I won most of the games that way. I told Roman my secret for winning it as we were leaving the place. Upon leaving the game house, we paid a visit to the jewelry store next door. I was just curious to see what was inside it.

"Can I help you?" the lady asked in Russian when we entered. Roman told her that we were just looking.

Back in the states, I wanted my left ear pierced, but my father wouldn't have it. Now that I was sort of on my own, I thought about it. Roman was against anything piercing his skin.

"You know the style that is coming now is piercing the nipple," the lady threw in and without any invitation from us; she showed us her pierced nipples. I looked at Roman with a sly smile.

"You're going to do it, aren't you?" he said with the same type of smile back at me.

The lady of course heard him speaking English and made a big deal of it for a few minutes. The two of them talked while I was making up my mind about getting my nipples pierced. I wasn't sure that Мастер would approve; after all, I belonged to him now.

"If my master doesn't like this, will it grow over?" I asked her in Kazakh. Again she was surprised at how well one of us had mastered the language. After getting her under control again, I repeated the question. She said that it would grow over in a couple of days if nothing was there. I made the decision to get them pierced, praying that it wouldn't piss off my master.

I saw a pair of earrings that were simple gold loops and liked them. I went to sit in a chair as she got what she needed for the procedure. Roman stood opposite from me, with a funny little smirk on his face. I blew him a raspberry and turned to the lady as she approached.

She had both earrings and a small cube of ice. She placed the cube on my right nipple; that was cold! The lady held it there for several minutes before quickly removing it and lining the earring up to the left of said nipple. With a quick jab, she pushed it through. It hurt only but a second, thanks to the ice. The procedure was repeated for the left nipple and we were done. The whole thing took less than ten minutes.

I looked in the mirror she had against the wall and liked the effect. I turned to Roman with a simple stare.

"Oh no, Sasha. No way am I getting that done." I didn't even say anything. It was uncanny how close we were getting.

"Chicken," I chided.

I paid the lady for the earrings, or nipple rings rather, and we left. It felt weird to have them sort of bouncing along on my chest as we walked, but I kind of liked it. Roman kept snickering at different intervals throughout the rest of the afternoon and stealing glances as well.

We made our way back up to the castle right before dinnertime, drinking a couple of sodas along the way. Pavel met us at the front doors as we walked up.

"So, how was…WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE???!!!" he practically shouted at me. His eyes were as big as cup saucers and he had a very comical expression on his face.

"Nipple rings, Pavel. What does it look like?" I asked simply. I don't think I'd ever seen him laugh harder.

"You know, Мастер might just like those on you. They do give you a certain look. Can't wait to see the look on his face, though." He had a similar smirk that Roman had earlier. "Well, you two had better get ready; it's almost dinnertime."

"That's why we're here, Pavel," I commented.

We did as he suggested and made our way to the dinning hall. Roman kept snickering along the way and I had to backhand him to get him over it. As it was a weekend, we didn't have any guests, so dinner was just the house staff and Мастер. When we met the other slaves, they were enthralled at the new additions to my physique. I finally had to wave them off so that the work would get done.

"You know that Мастер will not like those," Yurgi commented.

"I'll deal with that, Yurgi," I shot back at him.

"Can't wait to see you dragged down to 'The Chamber' for this," he said with a certain amount of relish in his voice.

"We'll see. Now, do your job and let me do mine," I said, pointing out his forgotten duty of carrying out the tableware.

The slaves waited for the staff to arrive in each of our positions. Pavel and I were behind Мастер's chair as normal. The staff walked in, followed by the master, as traditional in the house. He nodded to the two of us then stopped as he was about to take his seat. His head shot back from in front of his chair and he gave me a hard look. More than a few snickers broke out amongst the slaves. He motioned for me to approach him with a curled finger.

"You do know that I own you and your body, Sasha?" he said, dangerously.

"Yes Мастер," I said simply.

"Then what in the world are these doing on your chest?" he said while brushing my nipples.

"I was decorating it for you, sir," I said with slight smile. Although I was confident, I was also getting a little nervous.

A long second later, he hit the table with his open hand and let out a loud, room-shattering laugh. Once he got control of himself, he turned back to me.

"You are with me tonight, Sasha. And we will have some fun with those."

And with that, I smiled and resumed my place behind him and beside Pavel. I thought I saw smoke billowing from Yurgi's ears.

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