PZA: The Joseph Experience 21-29

This is a very pivotal chapter in the story of Sasha and Roman. From here, everything changes. Hope it's enjoyed. Would like some feedback as well.

We made our way downstairs to the dinning hall. Stephan was walking around like he had a pipe stuck up his butt. Roman and I smiled at each other and then I handed out the day's assignments. I told them that Uri was in charge while I went to talk to Мастер for a moment. I found him in the study on the phone. I patiently waited till he hung up.

"Мастер," I started and he nodded. "I need to go into town on Saturday and was wondering if some of the others could go with me. I would leave enough here at the castle to handle any needs that arise."

"Roman, Uri, Ivan, Dani, Gavril, Feliks, and probably Stephan; he needs to get out for once."

"I know, Мастер, but these haven't left the castle since last autumn. I believe they need a break. It'll only be for a couple of hours, not all day."

I thought about a believable lie to tell him, and then it hit me. I was turning nine years old on that day.

He nodded and sent me away to do my chores. I went straight to the others. They were in the library studying. I had Roman come to me first and I told him what I just told the master.

"Believe it or not, but it's the truth. I didn't even realize it until I was searching for a reasonable lie. It's been almost a year since my father told us we were visiting my uncle in Germany. Wild."

"Well, time flies while you're having fun, you know," he said with a slight grin.

"Fun flies while you're doing time, too," I shot back; my father's attempt at humor.

"Listen up everyone," I said, addressing the slaves. "This Saturday, Uri, Dani, Ivan, Gavril, and Feliks will accompany me and Roman into town. We won't be gone long, so you can't get into too much trouble. I chose you because none of you have been out of the castle since before winter set in and you need it. We will meet at the front doors at eight o'clock Saturday morning. Don't be late, or you'll get left behind."

Each of them was excited as they buzzed amongst each other. Stephan was angry as he hadn't been out of the castle at all, if you don't include the runaway incident. I saw the look on his face and motioned for him to join me in the hall. He was hot when I closed the door, but retained his composure due to my station above him. I smiled at his reaction.

"I didn't include you in that list because going to town is a privilege and the others will get angry if I said your name. I have discussed it with the master, and you can go with us, but under one condition; you don't tell a soul you are going. You say one word and you get left here. Understand?"

His face lightened up and he nodded with a smile. I told him to meet us that morning out front, but reiterated the need for discretion. He assured me he would not say a word to anyone. He also said that he would act like he was still pissed a little to keep up appearances. I thought it was a good idea.

Thursday and Friday slipped by without a problem. No one knew Stephan was going into town as even Мастер agreed it would be a good idea to keep it secret. Roman and I were to spend the night with him before heading into town the next day.

After dinner, I went walking with Roman as the slaves cleaned up the dinning room. We were standing by the back wall overlooking the lake and a strange sensation came over me. It was a feeling that I would never see this view again. I couldn't explain it, but it felt as if this was the last time I would stand here. A tear started rolling down my cheek in sorrow; I loved this spot.

"You feel that something's going to happen tomorrow?" I asked and he nodded. "I'm scared, Julian." We hugged fiercely as we both needed it. It was like trying to escape a tornado with only a bicycle.

A whistle interrupted our embrace and we looked up to the top floor to see Мастер waiting on the terrace above us. He didn't need to say anything; we had been standing there too long.

We dried our eyes and climbed the stairs to his room. He was waiting for us in the living portion of his suite. We smiled at him as we entered.

"Did you forget about me?" he asked, but had a smirk on his face. Roman and I looked at each other mischievously before replying.

"YES!" we answered together. He grabbed us both in his arms and began tickling our young bodies while he carried us to his bedroom. We were summarily dumped on his bed as he stripped off his robe.

"Why you little…," he said grabbing me. He ripped off my winter uniform like it was tissue paper and threw me over his lap. Roman 'tried' to stop him, but he was thrown back on the bed each time he 'tried'. All the while we were giggling like a pair of school girls.

My cock was stiff as it pressed hard into his thigh. One hand held my arms down while the other landed hard on my bare, upturned ass. SMACK! Another one; SMACK! I 'begged' and 'pleaded' for him to stop spanking me all the while it was turning me on like nothing else. I ground my cock into this thigh harder and harder the more he hit me until I came faster than I have in a long time.

"I agree," Мастер replied. He unceremoniously dropped me to the floor and pulled Roman onto his lap in a flash. Before the boy could do anything about it, his pants were stripped down his legs, revealing his tender butt.

As Roman tried to fight him off, Мастер did the same to him. One hand held his arms down while the other delivered swat after swat to his naked ass. I saw my friend doing the same thing I did; grind his cock against our master's thigh. I snickered as I watched the whole thing develop the same way mine did.

When Roman climaxed, I felt something gentler go through me as well. I couldn't explain it as it hadn't happened before, but it was definitely something pleasurable. Roman sank down onto Мастер's lap as he calmed down a little from the "spanking".

I smiled and climbed up on the bed behind my master. I reached around and hugged his neck to feel his closeness. It felt so good that I didn't want to part from it. He reached up and pulled me around to face him. His eyes had a penetrating quality about them as he stared into mine.

"Fuck me, Мастер," I answered then added, "Real hard." Roman moved off and he slid back onto the bed further. I straddled him and eased my small butt down to meet his stiff cock.

I sucked in my breath at the initial entry and then held onto my master as he began giving me what I asked him for. His cock rode into me like never before. Each powerful thrust was accompanied by a grunt from me. I had to be mindful not to dig my nails into his skin as it was getting rougher by the second. But I was loving the feelings I was getting from it.

Harder and harder he was giving the proper fucking I demanded from him. Too soon for my taste, he made a final, guttural jab and came inside me. I wasn't finished with him, yet, though. I pulled my ass off his cock and turned around to suck his juices off it. I was also determined to get it hard again. It took some time, but my master never disappoints me in his bedroom and his cock began to stiffen.

I smiled to myself and turned over to lie on the bed. He took the invitation as I knew he would. My backside was penetrated once again by his magnificent cock and I grunted into the beddings.

"Harder, Мастер, harder," I bellowed out into the same coverings. I gripped the material in my fists to try and hold on to something. I wanted to get severely fucked by him this night and I wasn't going to sleep until I got just that.

At some point, I released the sheets and moved my arms in front of me. As I crossed them, Мастер reached up and grabbed onto the wrists, holding them together. I pushed out against his hands, but he held them fast. It was blissful the shagging he was giving me while holding me down like that.

My master lasted a significantly longer time than the first, but he finally pounded hard into my preteen ass and came inside it for the second time in a row. He let his body fall on top of me and I let him be.

I opened my eyes to see Roman sitting on the chair just outside of the nightstand. He looked as spent as I was. I furled my eyebrows at him in wonder. He looked back with a satisfied smile across his lips. I couldn't agree more, but I was puzzled by it as well. I groaned softly as I eased myself out from under my master's limp body. My ass was on fire from the ordeal I just put it through.

Мастер moaned slightly as he rolled over when I cleared his larger frame. Before I went to Roman, I did my slave's duty and cleaned his cock for him. He seemed satisfied with my work enough to let me go.

He shook his head, no. He seemed too spent to talk and to be honest; I was worn out as well. Then an idea struck me. I purposefully hit the back of my right hand against the tip of the chair. His right hand flinched from the pain of it as well. That woke him up a bit more. He did the same with his left hand and I felt the pain of it.

We stared at each other in total shock. Caleb's gift. It was the only possible explanation available. We were linked somehow.

"Nothing, Мастер," we answered in unison again. We shook off the feeling and joined him in bed.

I was so worn out from getting the hell fucked out of me that I slipped into a delightful sleep right away. Sometime in the night, I felt something being shoved up my ass again and woke up to the sensation of it. I reached behind me to find no one there. As I turned over, I saw Roman riding our master's cock for all he was worth.

As I wasn't about to get any sleep with this going on, I decided to join the activities. I licked my hand and wrapped it around his cock. My own cock felt warm like something had enveloped it and for a brief second I forgot about the connection. But as he rode the larger organ and I jacked him off, I remembered it and began to enjoy the feelings as well.

Roman and I climaxed together and Мастер followed shortly there after. I got the peculiar sensation of something being squirted inside me without it actually happening. It felt weird; nice, but weird. I got the sinking empty feeling as Roman climbed off the cock that had once filled his backside. As a good slave, he cleaned off the slimy cock and I tasted the flavor of the juices in my mouth. I kissed my master good night and all three of us fell asleep.

Roman and I woke at dawn to a snoring sound resonating from our master. We snickered and eased ourselves out of the bed. The shower felt wonderful as the water hit our bodies. Roman was about to say something concerning the connection, but I put my finger to my lips to tell him not to. He nodded in agreement; there would be time for that later.

We dressed in our warmer clothes as winter still had not told us farewell yet. With two light kisses on our master's lips, we left the room for downstairs. The rest of the slaves were still asleep, save the six that were going with us into town. As we walked up to them, some of them were snickering.

"Ya think?" he asked in sarcasm. I backhanded him and both of us felt it. I was going to have to remember not to do that anymore.

"Alright everyone, listen up," I started, but saw the others snickering and waited for it to pass. "Everyone got that out of their systems?" They all nodded.

"Good. Now, listen up," I began again, but noticed that Stephan was missing. He came running up at the last minute. All the others began bitching about him being there. I held up a hand to stop it.

"Stephan needs a break, even though he hasn't earned it fully. He will pull double duty tomorrow to cover it." Everyone was fine with that arrangement. Stephan looked at me with a cross look. "You want to go?" He nodded. "Then this is the deal." He was so needing to leave the castle that he agreed to it.

"Now, we are going to split up into two groups. Roman will take Feliks, Ivan, and Uri on his errands. The rest will come with me. I know that usually we can go our separate ways as we want, but today I would like you to stay as a group. I can't tell you why, but you will have to trust me and do as I ask.

"Any questions?" All of them shook their heads, no. I turned to lead us out of the castle and into the town. I motioned Roman over to me as we were walking along. "If anything happens, go to the game parlor we went to on our first trip into town. Remember it?" He took a second, and then nodded.

We split up as I had directed before and went to the shops we needed. I was on edge and I think the others saw it. They didn't ask about my apprehensions, but they seemed to watch me a little too closely. The hours passed without incident and we got our duties done just before lunch. The eight of us met up at the café that Roman and I frequent on our trips into town and had a good meal.

I was just getting into a better mood and thinking that nothing was going to go wrong, when something did. We were on our way back up to the castle when I heard a weird sound and then a whistle. Almost as if on cue, the whole back of the castle erupted into an explosive mushroom.

The others panicked, but Roman and I held onto them as we led the way to the parlor. It took some ducking and diving onto the pavement, as bombs continued to rain down on the town as well as the castle, but we made it with only a few cuts and bruises. I looked for the tunnel Мастер had told me about and found it behind the bar. The seven of them followed me with Roman bringing up the rear.

I led them along the tunnel with each of them asking me if I knew what was going on. I told them not to worry about it right now, but to just follow me. The tunnel seemed to go on forever and even I started to get worried. If a bomb hit the right place, it could collapse the tunnel in on us.

Finally, we made it to a door. I opened it with some difficulty and we spilled out into the armory my master had showed me months before. Even Roman was stunned at all of it. I grabbed an automatic rifle and clips. I told each of them to grab what they could carry; we would come back for the rest if we needed it.

I headed upstairs to find my master. With all the shouting and gunfire, it was difficult to see where I was going after I got out of the guestroom. A bullet ricocheted off a pillar and hit just above my head, causing me to duck. As I did, I saw someone running down the hallway. He was aiming a gun at something in front of him. A loud bang later and I saw a slave fall.

Angered, I stood and let off several rounds from my gun into the person running. At least one hit him as he fell to the ground. I ran to him and squeezed off another round into his chest. By his uniform, he was Russian, but that made no sense at all. I cleared my head and made for the fallen slave; it was Anton. He was thirteen and he wouldn't see fourteen.

I choked down my feelings for him and headed off to find Мастер. I found a lot of gunfire going off near the library. I rounded the corner to the hall and saw over twenty Russian soldiers outside the room. Thankfully they didn't see me. I put in a fresh clip of ammunition and breathed a quick prayer. I clicked the switch to fully auto. With one more breath, I rounded the corner and squeezed the trigger.

Chapter 22
Sovereign

This begins the final nine chapters of this storyline. I am currently working on the 30th chapter. Tell me what you think of this one, please. Shakey.

"Pavel, you know better than to call me that," I said of my old friend. We had been through much together over the past six years. And those years had not been kind ones at all.

I turned away from the large window to usher a seat for my friend. He walked with confidence to the seat I showed him. He had just the report I needed. As liaison to my unicameral legislature that was set up after the war, he was indispensable. He was also the only one I could fully trust around there.

He opened it up and began reading me the contents. Everything was looking good. Agriculture, rebuilding projects, economy, military, education, foreign trade lines; all of it was looking better each day. The monthly report showed the truth with nothing sugarcoated. If something was off, I needed to know about it and Pavel knew me well enough to give it to me straight. The full report lasted just over an hour.

"What were you thinking of when I walked in the room, Sasha?" he asked, closing the report's folder.

Our eyes met and the sorrow we both felt over the loss of our old master was evident in each of them. He smiled and dismissed himself. He had taken the news of his one time master's death hard at the time. I don't think he's ever gotten over it.

Caleb was right; he was taken care of. He was killed in the initial attack on the castle at the start of the war. I saw him get hit with three bullets as I attacked the mob of soldiers outside the library. I got most of them, but some survived and one was about to shoot me, but Мастер stepped in the way to take the hits. He died in my arms. Right then I knew the true cost of war.

The door opened and Roman strolled in. He didn't look happy, but I knew that and I knew why.

"Sorry, Roman," I said, "I miss him sometimes. I wish he were here to see the completion of his vision."

"I know, but when you start, so do I," he said, with a smile. We smiled at each other and shook the feelings off for the moment.

Our bond was stronger now than when Caleb first gave it to us. We can't read each others thoughts, but we can feel the others emotions. It has its drawbacks, like at the present, but when either of us are close to climaxing during sex, it feels all the better for us to share the feeling.

It came in handy in an emergency when he was shot during the war and I didn't know where he was at the time. The shot made him blind for a short time and we weren't sure if he'd ever get his sight back, but over a few weeks, it returned gradually.

"It's good. We're at five to the dollar, Pavel reports, and getting stronger. It's come a long way in such a short time."

It was true. We won more than our independence from Russia. We gained land mass, wealth, status amongst other 'civilized' countries of the world. We were now the fifth largest country in existence, going from the Black Sea and Ukraine to China and from Russia down to Iran and Afghanistan. We owned most of the Caspian Sea by now.

All the smaller Soviet states aided in the war and won their independence from Russia as well. But they swore their allegiance to me during the conflict, giving up total individual liberty and statehood. I took a lesson from the American Civil War and fought a defensive battle. The southern states would have had a better chance of winning if they had not fought an offensive war. I didn't make that mistake and it paid off, but at a terrible cost.

We lost a lot of close friends along the way. Ivan was killed in an attack six months after the war began. Stephan died because he got scared and ran out into a mortar attack. Dani died at the hands of our enemy because I refused to give up. I, myself, gutted the man that shot him. And Feliks was caught in a shoot out while trying to get some other kids to safety. Sometimes I see all of their faces at night and I have to rely on Roman's strength to get me through it.

The war only lasted just under two and a half years, but it was effective. We gained our independence from Russia and began a new country. The past four years have been spent rebuilding everything; cities, roads, farms, lives, all of it.

One of the first things I did was shut down any and all child slave trading. It was a disgusting practice that needed to be closed. I did run into a few barriers along those lines due to the hard-nosed Muslims.

They were still under the practice of having sex with young boys. I made a compromise with the newly established Parliament. They could continue with their practices as long as it wasn't rape. If the sex was consensual, then it was allowed. If not, then it was prison time. And prison time is not fun time as it is in America.

I also have a few slaves here at Astana Castle. They are orphans from the war, and other difficulties. They serve here at the castle, but I used the old Israeli custom of buying them from themselves. They get the money, but only when they turn fourteen and head to school. It is on a scale of how long till that takes place; basically ten thousand tange a year (or two thousand dollars).

But they are not forced to have sex with me. I only have one slave for sex; Zory. Zory's about as cute as he could be. He's seven at this time with deep brown eyes and brown, straight hair. His face is rounded and has paler white skin with spackles of freckles on his nose and cheeks. His butt is nice and perky as all seven year old boys are supposed to have them. It gets me hard just thinking about him.

I found him when he was three years old and the war was coming to its conclusion. His family was killed in an attack by the Russians on their city. He was in the street crying his head off and I stopped to sweep him up. I've cared for him ever since. I officially bought him two years ago when he turned five.

"Мастер?" he asked coming into my stateroom. I put down my reports to see him with only his collar around his neck.

"Where's your breech, Zory?" I was using the same breechcloth clothing for my slaves that my master had used for us. I like the look of the young boys in only a long breech and bracelets.

"I took it off, sir. I was wondering if I could sleep with you tonight?" he looked so innocent as he stood there that night. I nodded and he jumped on my bed next to me.

As it was getting late at the time, I laid down my work and turned off the light. I slipped down into the bed and curled my youthful body around his. In spite of how hard I tried not to, I began getting turned on by having his smooth body next to mine. Then he wiggled his butt a little. I thumped his side in response and he giggled back.

It had been a while since I had been with anyone at the time, but I was pretty quick to see when someone was coming on to me. At the ripe old age of fourteen at that juncture, my experience was quite extensive so I tested him further to see how far he wanted to go with this little drama. I slipped a hand down over his bottom and up along his crack. He moved his upper leg forward to grant me better accessibility. I smiled; someone's been coaching him and it didn't take a genius to figure out who. I would discuss this with him the following day. For now, I had a six year old boy coming on to me to take care of.

Knowing where his flower was, I pressed my middle finger against it and he sucked in his breath. I took it a bit slower, but continued with the pressure from the finger. He grunted a little as my digit invaded him for the first time, but he didn't try and stop me.

"It's going to hurt this first time," I warned him, remembering getting my virginity taken. It still turns me on something fierce whenever I think about it.

"I know, Мастер, but I want to do it," he said with another wiggle of his butt.

I pulled my hand out and moved it over to his little prick. It was hard as a rock. I smiled and remembered again. I carefully slipped my left arm under his neck and down the front of his body to hold him still. His hands wrapped themselves around my wrist as he lay there waiting for me.

My hand that had been molesting him moved to his thigh to move it forward some. The precum that had been oozing out of my dick for the past few minutes was used to lubricate his boy-pussy. It was fortunate that I was only fourteen at the time and I wasn't all that big yet. I placed the head of my cock to his rear entrance and waited.

With one hand guiding my cock forward and the other keeping him in place, I moved my hips toward him. My dick slipped away from his hole the first time, but I lined it back up and tried again. This time I was able to begin prying open his tight hole. He squirmed and began to get scared, but I held him fast. He had had his chances to call this off; it was too late now.

With a touch of impatience on my part, I shoved my hips forward and forced the head of my cock inside his rectum. He screamed and I had to cover his mouth with my right hand to keep from waking the whole castle. He squealed and cried under the cover of my hand, but very little sound escaped. His whole being was now fighting to get me out of him, but I held my position right inside his barrier.

Finally, he calmed down enough to allow me to take my hand away from his mouth. Tears had run down his cheek and I wiped them off. I let him get used to me some more before continuing to plow his depths.

"Yes sir, I just didn't know it would hurt this much. Will you please take it out?" he asked with a few sniffles.

"No. If I do, it will still hurt when I put it back inside you. You'll get used to it; I promise."

He nodded, but I don't think he believed me about that. When he was totally calmed down, I began feeding my stiff one to his backside again. He squinted his eyes closed again to the pain of the intrusion, but didn't complain any more. I sawed into him as gently as possible until I was balls-deep inside his young body. I let him get used to my size before giving him the fucking I wanted to.

I eased him over to lie on his stomach before pulling back out of him and he moaned in some discomfort at having all of me completely inside him. I backed off him a little and he sighed at having more of his body back to himself. I understood that feeling all too well. I pulled back almost all the way out then began feeding myself back to him again. Another groan escaped his lips as he had to endure getting refilled.

Soon, I was able to get into a rhythm of fucking him properly without causing him too much pain and discomfort. It didn't take me too much longer than that to cum inside him. He bore it well as I shot my semen deep into his entrails. I pulled my cock out of his backside and collapsed to the left of his ravaged frame. He curled into a fetal position, I'm sure he was thinking it would have helped. I rolled over and placed my hand on his shoulder. He flinched and moved it away from me.

"I understand your feelings, Zory, and I'm sorry I hurt you. But if you will trust me, I will make it better for you. Over time it will get easier for you to handle me and you might actually begin to like it."

"After all we've been through, you don't trust me?" I asked, not expecting a direct answer. I got a shrug of his shoulder. "Let me show you something." He wouldn't budge, so I had to force him to look at me.

He rolled over to look in my direction and some blood seeped out from his torn sphincter muscle to soil the sheets. I wasn't too concerned about that at the time. I reached down to his soft little cock and began massaging it. He tried to move my hand away, but I wouldn't let him. In spite of his feelings for me at the moment, he began to get harder and harder. He stopped fighting me when it began to feel good to him.

Without an invitation from him, I began kissing his body all the way down to his stiffy now pointing north. With a smile back at him, I enveloped his hard-on with my mouth and he sucked in his breath to the sensation. I knew what I was doing, even though it had been a while since I had done anything like this. As I sucked on him, my hands went around to his torn hole and began massaging it with two fingers. I knew it hurt a little, but he would get over it soon enough.

His hands gravitated towards my head and wormed their way through my hair, grasping at the strands. Each sensation would cause a flinch in his hands. I smiled while gorging on his small cocklet. I knew he was getting confused by the feelings from both sides of his body. Pain and pleasure; it was taught to me at an early age. Zory was now learning the same lessons.

He built up towards his climax and when it hit, I shoved a middle finger inside his torn hole. I was almost sure I lost a few hairs when it happened. When he calmed down, I kept my finger buried inside his ass. Keeping the same finger there, I moved up to kiss him full on the lips and he returned it with interest.

Chapter 23
Zory Bound

Sasha gets an important phone call and makes some plans for a visit. He also has some fun with his slave, Zory. Still working on the final chapter of this little epic. Enjoy.

"Chancellor?" a voice called bringing me out of my memory of Zory's first time. It was my secretary.

"I have the US Secretary of State on the phone for you, sir," she said. Now, this is a surprise. I was expecting the President. I told her to put it through. Roman was about to leave, but I shook my head for him to remain, but be silent. He smiled and nodded. He sat down just before the com broke through with the secretary.

"Chancellor Martynoff, the President would like to talk to you, so please wait a moment," he said, dispassionately. This angered me, but I held it in check; it's not a good idea to piss off one of the most powerful men in the world. After several minutes of waiting, the intercom crackled to life.

"Mr. President, may I say that I am not happy with the way you have contacted me. It is considered rude in my country to have someone else make an important connection like this for you. It is also rude to have a fellow leader wait so long for the conversation. If you wish to do business with my country in the future, please remember this."

A long silence followed. I thought for a moment he had hung up the connection. I wasn't worried, though. I didn't need him or his country. We had been exporting our oil to most of the European countries for the past three years or so, including England. The money it was bringing in was more than supplying the needs of my country and he knew it.

"My apologies, Mr. Chancellor, I have been extremely busy today," he said finally.

"Busy or not, Mr. President, when I have dealings to do with even the smallest of countries of the world, I make it a point to contact their leaders myself, personally. I expect the same from those who wish to contact me. However, your apology is accepted.

"Now, what is it that I can do for you, Mr. President?" I knew I was pressing my advantage with that little dig, but I didn't care too much. He needed me badly, or else he wouldn't have made the effort to grease the wheels of diplomacy with us.

"I was hoping to invite you and your cabinet here for a summit meeting at the White House. We can discuss a possible future for you and your new country. Do you have any objections to that?"

"No, Mr. President, I do not. When were you planning for this to take place?" Both Roman and I had an eyebrow raised. A smirk crossed his lips as well.

"We were planning on the beginning of August and having you remain for two weeks here. How does that sound?"

"Of course, sir," he said. I answered that those arrangements would suit us just fine.

We discussed a few other matters and severed the connection. Roman and I smiled at the impending summit meeting. We hashed out a few more details for the next week or so, and he left for the day. I finished some more work and made my way to my bedroom suite. As I poured myself a drink, (really, a soda) I heard a muffled sound come from my bedroom.

I opened the door to find a most welcomed sight. Zory was lying flat on his chest, bent over the end of the bed. His arms were tied tight behind his back with his wrists tied to his elbows. A strap of leather was also connecting his biceps. Two cords led from under his chest to the front legs of the bed; they were tied to his nipple rings. His legs were spread out and the ankles tied to the bottom of the bedposts. A breechcloth was tied around his eyes and another in his mouth; hence the muffled sound earlier. His anal flower was just begging to be taken again.

One guess as to who helped him into this situation. My soul's brother knew what turned me on and he never disappointed me; ever. But, what's a leader to do?

I took off the top and bottom of my suit. I was using the same clothing I used when I served Мастер in his castle, but one exception; no collar around my neck. The same black top and pants with gold trim was still my style. I like the simple things, really.

My clothes were laid on the chair to the left of the door and I walked to my bound sex slave. He was straining against his bonds, but knowing him as I do; he probably had an erection harder than ever. I walked up behind him and ran a finger along the curvature of the back of his thigh. He moaned at the smooth touch.

"Playing games, are we?" I asked him to his ear. A muffled giggle escaped his throat.

As I was whispering to him, my hand had trekked up his leg to tingle his buttcheeks. A quick slap to that cheek brought a muffled cry from the boy. I smiled as I laid another slap to his opposite cheek. He squirmed under it, but I knew from experience, he was enjoying the hell out of it. I alternated slaps to his cheeks a total of ten times each, causing his silky white skin to change to a nice shade of red. Muffled squeals followed each strike of my hand.

I pushed a finger against his boy-flower, causing him to moan a little. I smiled and pushed it inside him fully. He groaned as normal upon initial entry of anything inside him. I finger-fucked him a few times then stood behind him. Time for the main event, boy. The tip of my cock touched his backdoor and he held a deep breath in anticipation.

He shook his head, no. I knew it was all an act; a game he liked to play with me. For the past few months, he'd been acting as if he didn't want this, but his cock told a different story. He wanted it, and I knew it. I took the invitation and speared my young charge with the accuracy of an expert.

"UUUMMPPHHH!" escaped his gagged lips. I smiled as I hit my pubis against his asscheeks. It felt so good to be buried this deep inside him. I pulled him slightly towards me, keeping in mind that his nipple rings were tied to the opposite end of the bed. I held him by his shoulders to keep him from moving up and away from me on the bed as I fucked him harder and harder.

Suddenly, my asshole felt full and I realized that Roman and Pavel were going at it again. To each his own, I suppose. I turned my attentions back to the boy I was laying into. He grunted and groaned throughout the whole time I was shagging his backside, but I knew he was loving every minute of it. I rode his asshole for over fifteen minutes before I finally came inside him.

After some time to recover, I slipped out of him and untied the straps from the bedposts leading to his ankles. They were summarily retied to his crossed arms behind his back. I wasn't totally done with him yet. I had to be careful due to the nipple rings being tied, but he wasn't in any danger of pain there. I moved his bound mass up to rest at the head of the bed. I untied the twine holding his nipples prisoner and laid him to his side. His little cocklet was sticking out straighter than an arrow.

I undid the blindfold and gag and then laid down next to him so he could see me. I smiled at him and he returned it in kind. I didn't say a word, but went right to work on his stiffy. He moaned as I began stroking him. Of course him being hard for so long, I knew it wouldn't take much for him to orgasm, so I was careful to stop right before that.

He grunted his frustration at me, but otherwise remained silent. I smiled a slightly wicked smile back at him. When his feelings had subsided a bit, I went back to work on him. I repeated the same process about three times before I allowed him to climax.

Zory was spent afterwards, though. I released his young body from the bindings as I didn't want him to sleep tied up. He's useless the whole next day when that happens. His slight frame stretched upon its initial freedom and curled up on his favorite pillow when he sleeps with me. I turned out the lights and we kissed goodnight.

The next day when we were showering, I asked him if he would like to accompany us to the United States this coming summer. I almost couldn't control him after that. I smiled at his youthful excitement, remembering how I was before the war. When the war broke out, I was nine that day, but by that evening, I was in my thirties and haven't revisited my youth since.

I picked a few other castle slaves to accompany us to the States, leaving the bulk of them here. I also had Roman joining us, as my Chief of Staff, but Pavel, as Prime Minister of the Parliament, had to remain. I needed someone I completely trusted to stay behind and he understood totally.

Over the next several months, plans were made for the summit with the US and President Reagan. My countrymen were behind it all the way, so says my governors.

Each governor is elected by their territories in a non-biased voting every four years. They are sort of the liaison between me and the people. So far, each one has done his or her job well (there's one territory that has elected a woman as a governor; that was certainly new) in keeping me informed about the political climate. They also govern their territories almost as individual states, but still subject to my authority.

I might be a dictator, but I am a benevolent one. I care for my people and never abuse them. I don't treat them like children. I keep remembering that these people have already staged one rebellion and they could do it again just as easily. An old adage keeps popping up in my mind, "people should not be afraid of their governments; governments should be afraid of its people." And I take it to heart.

The plans for us going to the United States went well. Before I knew it, the summer had slipped by and August was upon us. Zory was getting more and more excited about the trip. Two other slaves were set to go as well; Alexei and Fabi. They were about ten years old and excellent at their duties. They deserved the trip.

On the night of August first, we were set to leave early the next morning, but I couldn't sleep very well. I fucked Zory as hard as he could stand it, but I still couldn't wear myself out enough to get any real sleep. Frustrated, I got up and walked outside on the balcony after putting my breechcloth on.

"Now what gave you that idea?" I asked. He chuckled as he walked up to stand beside me. Our breeches blew against our legs in the wind as we stood there taking in the night air.

The city looked beautiful from this view and it usually calmed me like the view of the lake did before the war. But this night, I was anxious.

"Not really; I've changed too much to be worried about that. It's more that I'm worried about the right thing to do for Kazakhstan."

"You're kidding, right?" I looked at him kind of funny. "Sasha, you've led this country extremely well over the past few years. No one can say any different, not even your rivals amongst the old régime. Even they can't justify going against your judgments or decisions. It's almost like you can't do anything wrong for us."

"It's different only in your mind, Sasha. This is really not unlike anything you've faced before. You've already met the leaders of four old world countries, including the UK. And you have a summit with Moscow coming up in a few months that you don't seem to be doting over. Why do you have a problem with going to America?"

I knew what he was doing. He was making me see the reason instead of giving it to me himself. I always hated it when he does this to me. Of course, I did the same thing when we visited London and their PM.

"Because it's my country of origin, just as London was for you," I said, almost yawning at him. "It doesn't make it any easier for me, though. At least your parents wanted you back."

When we went there the previous summer, he decided to track down his family when we had some down time. They were ecstatic to see him alive after all this time. We spent an extra two days there for him to visit with them. They asked him to remain there, but he decided to return with me in the end.

"It isn't, but I'd be lying if I said that they weren't on my mind," I said and a slight chill ran up my spine from the wind. We decided that it was enough night air and walked inside. I hugged him at the door as he left.

"I miss your nipple rings, Sasha," he said, running his finger up my chest. I had stopped wearing them at the onset of war. It just seemed more practical to take them off.

I smiled and kissed him goodnight with a light peck on the lips. Tomorrow was going to come whether I wanted it to or not, so I'd better make myself fall asleep before I'm no good for anyone.

After all, one doesn't get to meet the President of the United States every day of the week.

Chapter 24
The White House

Sasha, Roman, and Zory make their way to the White House for a summit with President Reagan. Some things are discovered and some fun is had with Zory. Also, you (the fans) learn where I got the name of the story from…

The flight to Washington D.C. was long, boring and uneventful. Roman and I spent it going over some of the American protocols that had been established over the past few months. I asked him if he would like to stop by London on the way back.

"That would be great, Sasha," he said, smiling. I knew he missed his family as much as I did not.

We landed at the airport with only a minimal hindrance. A quick helicopter ride later, and we were walking on the grass of the White House lawn. I was in the lead with Roman right behind me. A few of my ministers from Parliament followed behind them with Zory, Alexei and Fabi trailing.

Roman and I were wearing our black dress with white breechcloths while the others opted for a more contemporary look of modern clothing. I have always felt more comfortable with the style of clothing Мастер had us wear for the winter when we were nothing but slaves. And the only difference anyone could really tell between Roman and I was the length of our hair. I grew mine out and sported it in a ponytail, while he kept it short and neat.

We strolled up the red carpet with bulbs flashing and the American leadership waiting for us at the stage. President Reagan and Vice President Bush were standing side by side for the greeting. As protocol dictated, I greeted the president first then his vice next. The wives followed after that.

I introduced my entourage to him in turn as well. We were seated to the right of the Americans and their president made a small speech. He asked me to address them as well. After all, it isn't every day that they meet a fifteen year old sovereign of a country.

"Many thanks, Mr. President," I began with a mock Russian accented English. "As the people of Kazakhstan know, I am a man of few words, so this will be brief. I'm sure to the delight of many here." A small ripple of laughter broke out among the crowd.

"I come on behalf of my country and countrymen to establish peaceful relations with America. I hope that the future will be bright with not only our two nations, but with other nations of the world as well." A small applause came and went. "I also hope that many other nations will see this as an example of cooperation and decide to do likewise."

Another applause from the audience, but during this time, a wind caught my notes and sent them flying. A couple of snickers were heard from those seated in front of me. I smiled and turned to the president.

"I suppose I will have to… how you say… 'Wing it'?" I said and smiled at the laughter. After it died back down, I continued with a little more seriousness. "America has been the innovators for the west. I hope that in time, my country will be the same for our region as well. One day, I hope that a Kazakh will be standing on the moon.

"Thank you and farewell for now," I said in finality. In reality my speech wasn't much longer than that in its written form. So I wasn't really cutting out a lot of it.

We shook hands for the cameras again and Mr. Reagan ushered us inside their house. He took us on a quick tour of the building he was calling home for the time he headed the country. We ended up in the dinning room for dinner. The Americans sat on one side and us on the other of a long table. There were only eight of us, and three of the group were slaves.

"Do you have a problem with my servants, Mr. President?" I asked after watching him for several minutes casting stares in their direction.

"No, Mr. Chancellor, it's not the servants themselves that I have a problem with; it's their age," he said, sort of rattled at my abruptness.

So here it comes. I set my spoon down and Roman followed. The others in my troupe copied our actions as well. I simply templed my fingers beneath my chin as I leaned forward to hear him out. I urged him to continue so that we might finish the meal before it got too cold.

"I have heard some disturbing rumors about the men in your country, sir," he began. "To be blunt; I have heard that they sleep with young boys. Is that true?"

One of my supportive ministers rose from his seat and it was apparent he was angered by the accusation. I turned to him and, in Kazakh, told him to please sit back down.

"I can defend our ways, Dimitri," I finished. Then I turned my attentions to the American president and his staff. In my fake accented English, I began.

"This will be the first and last time I will address this issue, Mr. President, as it is none of your concern what our traditions mandate. Yes, some of our men sleep with boys. It is a matter of choice for them as it is for you to sleep with your wife.

"We do not force our boys into the bed, for that would be rape and would demand a prison sentence. Those in the law take rape very seriously. The boy must choose to sleep with the older male on his own countenance."

"Are you saying that your boys want to have sex with grown men?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes, Mr. President, they do. Humans are sexual beings and children are human. Many believe that children do not have the capacity to make such decisions, but that simply is not true. Granted, it is not the majority that chooses to do so, but it is done on many occasions. So you see, we are not as barbaric as you might think, sir."

"And what about you?" he asked directly. I smiled and waited a second before answering.

"Yes, one of my castle slaves does sleep with me at night at his choice. We have shared a wonderful relationship that began several years ago, but only became sexual just over a year ago. If you have a problem with this, then I will take my delegation and leave your country forever."

The room grew silent as a tomb as I finished talking. All eyes were on the president. He set his spoon down and took a breath before answering.

"No, Mr. Chancellor, I do not want you or your people to leave. Forgive my impertinence, please." He appeared sincere and I nodded back to him. The meal resumed without further interruptions.

We were shown to the guestrooms for the night. Zory stayed with me, bringing a raised eyebrow from our host, but nothing else. We did have a nice round of sex before nodding off for the night, though. I was a little calmer than the previous night and was able to slip into a comfortable sleep.

During the night, though, I had a dream that visits me occasionally. It was the scene of the first attack on Martynoff Castle so many years ago. After Мастер was shot and killed, I turned to lead the other slaves out of the castle. As I was leaving with three of the remaining slaves, we turned a corner. There stood an old face.

"YOU!" I cried and before I knew it, I was awake. The vision of that face always wakes me up. Unable to return to sleep, I got up and put on the black pants and white breech. I kissed Zory lightly on the forehead and as I figured no one was awake, I decided to go walking to settle me back down. As I was at the back door, someone walked up behind me.

"The quarters are fine, sir, I just had a nightmare. It comes to me occasionally. Not as much anymore, but it does happen."

"Do you wish to talk about it, sir?" I got the feeling he almost called me, 'son'.

"It is nothing, sir, but I appreciate your concern," I told him, hoping he would drop it. This was my problem and I had to deal with it.

"Well, I've found that talking about something that troubles me helps in the long run," he said with a smile. "Look, Mr. Martynoff," he began.

"Okay, Sasha," he began again. "You may be a leader of one of the most powerful countries in your region of the world, but you're still a teenager as well. You have the knowledge and gifts needed to govern your country well, but you lack complete maturity, no offense intended."

"None taken, sir," I told him. We began walking away from the glass doors and as we talked, we wound up in the kitchen. I took in a deep breath and began to tell him a little bit about me as a young boy, leaving out my family.

"When I was a slave for Sergei Martynoff, I was the head of the slaves at eight years old. All but one followed my lead; Yurgi. He wouldn't do as I asked for anything. Finally, he framed me and I was severely punished by my master.

"When the truth was revealed, his punishment and fate was given to me to decide. My master wanted to kill him, but I didn't. He was punished for a week in the dinning room and then exiled from the castle. He was given enough food and money to survive.

"When the war broke out the following spring, the first attack was on my master's castle, even though it was in the southern part of the country at the time. I tried to save him and ended up getting him killed while he protected me. As I tried to lead three other of my fellow slaves out of the castle, we turned a corner and there stood Yurgi.

"He had led the Russians right to the castle. It was my fault that this had started. If I had allowed my master to kill him, this would never have happened. I blamed myself until I was able to finally catch him and kill him myself a year later in the war. Over the past few years the nightmares have come and gone, but have lessened lately. It just happens every so often now."

"I see. That's quite a story, Sasha," he said with a genuine smile. "If I may ask you a question?" I nodded for him to continue. "How did you become a slave originally?"

I took a deep breath before answering him. I wasn't too sure I wanted him to know everything.

"My brothers and uncle sold me into it when I was eight, sir," I said, not giving him anymore information.

"Sorry?" I said and by accident, dropped my fake Russian accented English. He caught it and we looked at each other in the eye. I cursed myself for allowing myself to be so careless.

"Why the lie, then?" he asked, but it wasn't an accusatorial question; it was more genuine concern.

"For several reasons, sir. One, because I don't want my family to know where I am. Two, because you expected it from me. And three, because I have become more Kazakh than American in the past seven years."

We talked about my past a bit longer, and I gave him a bit more details than I should have, but I was starting to trust him. I did ask him to keep it to himself and not inform my family where I was. I would deal with them in my own time. He told me that no one would inform them of my presence.

"Joseph was a person from biblical era; Old Testament times. He was the youngest of twelve brothers. But he was favored by his father and they resented him for it. They sold him into slavery and told his father he was attacked and killed by wild animals. He wound up being a top man in Egypt and helped the Israelites not only survive, but multiply. It's a fascinating story and one worth reading."

"Only one difference, Mr. Reagan. I was not favored by either of my parents by any stretch of the imagination. My brothers hated me and my uncle used that to sell me to a man in Germany. If it hadn't been for my master noticing me and Roman together, I would have probably been sold to someone much, much worse and probably killed."

"But if it hadn't been for them doing that, you wouldn't be where you are right now. Would you?" I couldn't argue with that.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was after two in the morning. I made him aware of this and we bid goodnight to each other.

"Please drop the fake accent," he said with a smile. I smirked back at him and turned to my room. Zory was fast asleep when I arrived, but woke up when I climbed back into bed.

"The nightmare again, Мастер?" I nodded. It was pointless to lie about it to him. "Maybe I could do something to take your mind off it?"

Without waiting for an invitation, he slipped down to vacuum my cock into his warm mouth. I smiled at his willingness to make me feel better and allowed him to do just that. Within a few minutes of him working on me, my cock was at full attention. He didn't stop there. His mouth lubed it with quite a bit of his saliva.

A quick adjustment and he was straddling my torso, ready to plunge me into his depths. I moaned as my cock slid into him with practiced ease. His young body slid all the way down till he was sitting fully on my groin. Placing his hands in front of him and on my knees, he steadied himself to begin riding my erection.

I reached down and held onto his hips as he began pulling himself off me. I always loved seeing a hot, young ass sliding off my cock. His was always so accommodating. I pulled him back up a little to have him "ride" sitting straight up. I reached up his sides and sought out his nipple rings. I slipped my pinky finger in the loops of each of them and pulled away from his chest slightly. He hissed a little as he leaned his upper torso back towards me.

"Pull harder, Мастер," he whispered. I did, but not too hard. He squeezed his anal muscles in response to the pain and my cock spazmed inside him, releasing its load to his innards.

Knowing that he was still excited, I slid my hand down to his prick protruding straight out from his body. Not allowing my cock to slip out of him, he leaned back fully to rest his body on top of mine. My free hand made it down to his almond-sized nuts and gave them a squeeze.

"Harder, Мастер," he rasped to me. He arched his back as I gave him what he asked for. And as he came, I was repelled from inside him. His body eased back down onto mine when it finally relaxed. We took a breath before cleaning up the mess we had made. I 'spooned' my body around his as we nodded off to a more peaceful night's sleep.

Chapter 25
Buckingham's Gift

The group end their stay at the White House and leave for England. President Reagan has given Sasha a gift as he was leaving. Then Sasha and Zory spend the night at Buckingham Palace and Queen Elizabeth gives Sasha a gift.

The two weeks we spent at the White House were great. I got to spend a lot of time with a great leader with much wisdom and insight. For an old man, he was quite fun to be around also. He never pried into my personal affairs either. Zory and I spent every night together in the house without fear of reprisals.

All three of the slaves served us with peak efficiency, as usual. Many of the staff at the house were surprised by their ability to know what to do, even before it was requested. That was how well they were trained and with how much commitment they applied themselves. I was exceedingly proud of each of them.

One incident did take place that I wish didn't happen, though. On Wednesday of our second week there, Roman accidentally burned his hand on a coffee pot at breakfast. I recoiled my hand in pain. President Reagan saw it, but didn't ask me about it until that evening as I was walking the grounds alone.

"It's a connection, Mr. Reagan, which Roman and I have with each other. It was a gift given to us right before the war. You won't believe me, but it was an angel of sorts that gave it to us the week before the first attack."

"I told you that you wouldn't believe me. But it's the truth. We can't read each others' minds, but we can read each others' feelings and emotions. It's come in handy at more than one occasion over the years."

"Only my closest companions and trusted advisors know about it. And I'd like to keep it that way, please." I asked him that while looking at him kind of hard. He smiled and assured me that no one else would know about it from him. I thanked him for his discretion.

As the final day of our visit arrived, the president and his whole staff escorted us out to the airport. We did the traditional farewells as well as the American handshakes. Just as I was walking by President Reagan again, he handed me a thick manila envelope.

"A gift, Sasha," he whispered in my ear. I was a little taken aback as I had not thought about giving him anything. I smiled and accepted it graciously. We boarded the plane and headed to London so Roman could spend some time with his parents.

"What's that?" he asked as we sat down in the seats before take off. I shrugged and set it aside until we were in the air. Zory came over and sat in my lap just as we were taxiing to the runway to take off. I smiled down at him and gave him a tight hug with a kiss on his cheek.

Once we were in the air, Zory did a little wiggle with his butt, causing my cock to stiffen slightly. I flicked his left nipple ring hard in response. He giggled and ran off to leave Roman and me alone in the cabin. The bare sides of his butt jiggled as he ran away. I smiled as I watched him run.

I took the envelope and opened it. A folder and a bible fell out into my hands. I opened the bible first and inside was an inscription from President Reagan.

I smiled and handed it to Roman. He read it and smiled as he handed it back to me with almost a reverent respect. I opened the folder after setting the bible down beside me. The first piece of paper was another note to me from the president.

Before I tore into the information he had acquired, I did as he suggested and read the story of Joseph in his bible. I was amazed at the similarities to his and my stories so far. Roman had left me in peace and asked that the others did as well while I read. When I was finished, I turned back to the folder. I took a deep breath and opened it.

The first set of papers dealt with my parents. They were still living in the same house by the beach. My father was doing the same job, but with a different company. My mother had started being a teacher for a local school.

The next page was about James. He made it to college on a football scholarship, but blew his knee out in his first year. He had to rely on loans and grants the rest of the time. He was out of college at this time, and working for an oil company, but he was not satisfied with that company. He had sent out several résumé's over the past few months. Perfect, I thought. I could definitely use that to my advantage.

Brad came next, and was finishing a master's degree in psychology. I thought that was rich, remembering all the times he made my life miserable. He was engaged to be married the following summer. I would have to act fast if I was to do anything with them.

The following page covered Johnny, or John, as he liked to be called now. This file was extensive. He was going to the University of North Carolina. He was classified as a senior at this time, having gone year round. He had two more semesters of college to go before graduating with his degree in business management with premed minor. Interesting combination, I thought.

The last piece of paper showed that I had a younger brother of about six years old, named Billy. He was a year younger than Zory. Now that was just what I needed. Things would have to be set in motion the moment we returned to the palace in Astana.

We landed in London for a week's stay. Roman spent the week visiting his parents while I spent time with the country's leadership. I spent almost an entire day with Margaret Thatcher, talking business between our two countries. She informed me that the queen herself wanted to speak to me. That was something new, as the last time I was here, she didn't even bother.

I made my way to the castle with only Zory with me. He seemed to enjoy Buckingham Palace as we entered. The queen and her husband were in a drawing room as we arrived. We met with the usual diplomatic greetings and then she wanted to talk to me alone. She escorted me down a hallway.

"I understand that your country allows men to have relations with underage boys," she said, and it was as a question.

"That's correct, your majesty," I truthfully told her. "But I would like to know why others tend to gravitate towards that particular practice of our country."

"Well, you'd have to admit that it is unusual, Mr. Chancellor," she said in response.

"Unusual for whom, your majesty?" I asked back to her and also asked her to call me, Sasha. She allowed me to call her Ma'am.

We discussed the arrangement that I made with that particular faction of the people. It took a few hours and by the time the topic was well covered, it was quite late. She offered me and Zory quarters for the night and I accepted her invitation. The two of us enjoyed a quick snack with her and her husband before turning in. But before we left for the night, she asked if she could talk to the boy. I bowed to her request, but I was curious to her motives.

I decided to take a walk before I actually turned in. It wasn't very long, but when I returned to the room I shared with Zory, I found a strange sight. He was in a most peculiar condition.

A fine looking chair was in the middle of the room. Zory was kneeling on the arms of it with his torso bent over the back of it. His knees and ankles were tied to the arms and his own arms were tied behind his back, wrists to elbows. A stick was lying across his ankles with a note. As I walked up to him, I saw the stick was actually a cane and the note read, "With my compliments; enjoy." It was unsigned, but I figured who fixed this up for me. Roman had told me once about what a cane was and what it was used for.

His bare butt was sticking out towards the front of the chair. I walked around to his front to find his breechcloth shoved in his mouth, with the excess hanging straight down. The belt that held his breech was tied to both nipple rings and then to the chair's legs. His face was a little red as the blood had rushed to it in his present position. All I could do was smile.

I wondered if she did this herself, or had one of her lackeys do it while she wrote the note. Didn't matter, I suppose. Either way, I found out she did have a least a small sadistic streak in her.

"Well, it looks like you had an interesting conversation with her majesty, Zory," I commented as I ran my hand up his leg and over his smooth buttocks. He nodded his head as best as he could. "Well, how many should I give you with this thing? Ten?" He shook his head, no. "Twenty?" Another shake. "Don't tell me you want thirty of them?" He nodded his head finally.

"Well, I aim to please," I said, dropping my top on the bed. I went around behind him and picked up the cane. I flexed it between both hands to test it. Very flexible.

I pulled it back and let the first one fly across his right side buttocks. He screamed into the gag like tomorrow didn't exist. The thing I like about it was that it didn't make hardly any sound as it struck him. I was going to like this. Another landed right above the first one, sending him into another set of fits. He couldn't raise his body up, as was the natural reaction of one getting caned, without causing some severe pain to his nipples. Three more landed on that side before I stopped for a small break.

"Are you sure that you want all thirty, Zory?" I asked him. I couldn't believe it when he nodded his head in response. I shrugged and took my place to his left. With the same accuracy as before, I landed five more strikes to the left cheek of his ass.

When I moved back to my original position, I saw the marks left by the first set of blows left by the staff. They were five angry lines of red going horizontal across his skin. Five more were added to the screaming boy's backside before I returned to the left. As I left another five welts to his left buttocks, I decided to take a longer break for a drink of water. This was becoming a workout, after all.

I took aim at his right side again, trying to search for a spot that wasn't red for the final right-hand five. There wasn't one, so he would just have to endure them on the reddened areas. They landed exactly as I had directed them to, sending shards of pain into his young body. Five more to go, but he knew what would happen next, though.

After the final five were painfully administered to his left side, I laid the cane across his back as I undressed completely. He groaned from the pain he was in, but he did ask for it, and I did give him the chance to back out of it. When my finger touched one of the lines left by the cane, he flinched and tried to move away from me. I smiled again, knowing that he was probably hard as hell between his legs. I reached between them and gave his nuts a quick squeeze. I knelt down on the chair behind him on the seat and lined my cock up to his backdoor. I was hard as a rock, myself, and I needed relief. He squealed as I made contact with the red welts covering his backside, but couldn't do anything about it other than that. I fucked him proper and came inside him, like I normally do. I pulled out and walked around for him to clean me off, like a good slave.

I smiled and untied him from the chair. I had to practically carry him to the bed for the night. We slept slightly apart from each other, as he would never have fallen asleep if anything was touching his ass.

Chapter 26
Plan and Execute

Sasha makes a plan to bring his brothers to the country for his much deserved revenge. Of course he needs a boy to be raped…

When we left England a week later, Zory's welts had been reduced to small, thin red lines. As we left, I was handed a box with a gift inside. Queen Elizabeth, herself, actually gave me the cane I used on Zory that night and a riding crop from her own stables. I was going to make good use of both of them. Zory actually got a stiffy when he saw those. I decided to keep that crop with me at all times.

Once we landed back in Astana, I began making preparations for my estranged family. I sent an invitation to James about a job offer for him. I was extending the oil pipeline and would be interested in his opinion on the matter. I would pay for his airline tickets and his stay in country over the Christmas holidays. If he would like to invite his brothers to accompany him, then I would extend the invitation to them as well.

A week later, I heard back that all three men had accepted the invite. I was almost beside myself that this was so easy so far. I couldn't believe that all three of them accepted it. I suppose that the others thought they needed the break as well.

I made sure that each of them were able to attain a passport to visit our country. Everything was set for them to visit Kazakhstan the second week of December and stay till the new year. The months leading up to it, I was almost shaking with anticipation. I just needed one more piece of the puzzle to make it all happen. I got that piece at the beginning of November.

"Sasha?" Roman asked one bright morning. I turned to see him standing there with a young boy of about eight or so; one of my younger slaves, Yurik.

"No, but a possible solution. You have been searching for a way to trap one of your brothers. Yurik has an idea." This surprised me and the feelings I got from Roman were genuine as well, so I listened.

"Мастер, Zory told me of your plan," he started, but a little afraid of my reaction. I wasn't exactly keeping it a secret. If I told Zory to keep it to himself, then he would, but I didn't this time. I told him to continue. "I would like to offer myself to one of them. Then you could hold them on a charge that I didn't want it."

I thought the idea was wonderful. I told him that he could possibly get hurt a little in the process of this. He didn't seem fazed by that. I made absolutely sure that Yurik was okay with this idea, and he was. I smiled at his willingness to help me get a little revenge on them.

November came and went as we made final preparations to put my plan in action. James, Brad and John were due to arrive in a week's time and everything was set. The week passed slowly for me, but Monday arrived and they were due to land in the late morning after flying all night.

I sent a car for the three of them and they arrived just before lunch. Roman greeted them as they made it to my office's door. He brought them to me as I was overlooking a map of my country on a table.

"Chancellor Martynoff, may I introduce James Cooley, Brad Cooley, and Jonathan Cooley to you?" As he introduced all three of them to me individually, I shook each hand in turn. All three of them were shocked to see someone so young running such a large country. I motioned for all of them to have a seat. "Lunch will be served in a few minutes, Chancellor."

"Thank you, Roman," I said in Kazakh and dismissed him in the same manner. Then I turned my attentions to my brothers, speaking in my accented English, of course.

"I would like to show you our project, but first, I would like to get to know you and your family. Are there just the three of you?" I asked, feigning ignorance. I may have been calm on the outside, but my insides were doing a fandango.

"I see. And he was not able to make the journey?" I asked, starting to really enjoy their ignorance.

"Well, he's only six years old, sir," James commented. "Our parents wouldn't let him come with us, especially over the holiday."

"That's certainly understandable. After all, small children should not be going off on their own to another country, eh?" They sort of nodded their agreement. "And he's the last of your brothers, eh?" I was fishing; hoping one of them would bite. James did.

"How dreadful. How did that happen?" I asked with concern in my voice. This I especially wanted to hear. I was curious what they told our parents. They sort of fidgeted in their chairs a second before Brad answered.

"He was killed by a pack of wolves, sir." He finished, but I got the feeling that each of them would like to drop the subject completely. I so wanted to smile right then, but I controlled myself.

"That is horrible," I said, forcing concern back into my voice. A dead silence came between the four of us, but Roman broke it just at the right time by announcing that lunch was served.

"Gentlemen, this is Yurik, Alexei, and Fabi. They will take care of your needs until we join you." They were dressed in only their breeches and bracelets.

As my brothers turned, I saw John's eyes go right to Yurik and scan his whole body. This was turning out better than I had hoped. I thought we might have to push one of them into this, but from the looks of things, that was not going to be necessary. The three slaves escorted my kin out of the room. I turned towards Roman.

"Did you see John's face when he turned around?" I asked him once they were gone.

"Who could miss it?" He was smiling just as much as I was. After all, this revenge was over seven years in the making. I was going to enjoy this to the fullest. We talked a little to give them time to think we were discussing state matters. Then we joined them.

They were in the smaller dinning room that I use when a more casual setting is required. Roman and I entered as the three of them were just finishing a small appetizer. I apologized for our tardiness and we sat down with them. The table was an oval one with nothing in the center to block those seated at the table from seeing each other. It was large enough to seat eight, but only the five of us were there at this time.

The three slaves I had taking care of them were standing behind each of their chairs and off a little to the left. Zory was behind me and to the left as well. Osip served Roman, as usual. I noticed that John couldn't take his eyes off Yurik, who I originally had in mind to serve James, but now I was changing my mind. I would have to do that later, though.

"May I ask you a question, sir?" James spoke up all at once. I motioned in the affirmative. "How is it that a teenager is in charge of such a large country? No offense meant, of course."

"No offense taken, Mr. Cooley," I said, but he asked that I call him James and the others followed with the same sentiment. I nodded my acceptance of their offer. "Then you may call me Sasha while you are here and while it remains just us.

"As to your question, James, I led the country through our war of independence from Moscow. When the war was over, even though I was only eleven years of age, the people asked me to assist in rebuilding the country. I accepted on the condition that I would rule until I stepped down. They consented.

"I don't know how long I am going to rule this country, but I hope that I will do some good in the period I am here."

"Actually, it began when Moscow attacked my home south of here. I led the attack against them, and then it escalated from there. Two years and many lives later, we won our freedom. Now comes the arduous task of rebuilding everything."

"Your parents died in the attack?" John spoke up for the first time, and tearing his eyes away from Yurik, finally.

"I have no parents, John. I lost them when I was very young, much like my slaves, here."

I informed them of the arrangement I had made with them. James and Brad were almost appalled at the idea of it all. Only John seemed to be in favor of it. We fell into a conversation of much more mundane things until the meal was finished.

As it was over, Yurik took our plates and stacked them on the cart. He 'accidentally' dropped one of the plates and it broke on the floor. It was a cheap plate and I have hundreds of them, but I made it seem that it was priceless.

"Stupid, clumsy boy," I ranted in Kazakh. I knew that my brothers couldn't possibly understand the words, but they understood my demeanor. "Come here!" He walked over and stood in a subservient stance beside me. To make this look real convincing, I had to use the proper words. "How many times do I have to tell you to be careful with those plates? Hm? Well, I have had enough of this." I pushed my chair back. "Lie here!"

He laid his body across my legs as I retrieved the riding crop from my side. I raised the backside of his breech and brought the crop down hard across his buttcheeks. I gave him a total of ten swats with it before returning him to his standing position. His ass was red and sore, but I knew he could handle it.

During this whole scenario, Roman just sat there, finishing his desert, as if this kind of thing happens everyday. James and Brad were stunned. I don't think I've ever seen a more comical look. John, on the other hand, had to adjust his pants more than once before it was over. As luck would have it, he was sitting to my right and got a good look at the boy's ass, even though it was covered a little by the underside of the breechcloth.

"I apologize for his incompetence, gentlemen. He's been a problem since he arrived here. I was seriously considering not having him work with you, but I thought I would give him another chance. If he disappoints you in any way, please let me know."

They were still so stunned, all they did was nod. I told them that they could enjoy the benefits of the castle, but I would like to discuss some things with James in my office. He nodded and followed me out of the room. Roman would have the other slaves take care of Brad and John. I wondered which slave John would want to take care of.

James and I went to my office and I showed him my plans for the pipeline. He looked them over with me for the next few hours. He seemed impressed with the idea behind it as well as the design for it. A few of my ministers visited us during the day with one problem or another.

Finally, the work stopped and we finalized the plans for us to visit the sites that I had laid out for the pipeline on Wednesday. The next day would be for him and the other two to take in the sights and culture of my capitol city. I smiled and walked him to the guest quarters so he could get freshened up for dinner. Pavel and a governor would be joining us for dinner that evening.

I saw Yurik on the way out of the quarters and had him follow me. When we made it to the small dinning room we used earlier, I turned to talk to him.

I knew I had the right 'man' for the job now. I smiled at him and suggested that we redden his ass a little for dinner to show that he had gotten in trouble again. He nodded in agreement. I sat down and carefully grazed his asscheeks with some light slaps until it was properly red. He actually giggled throughout the whole thing. I told him to go to the kitchen and smell an onion as the cooks were making dinner. He sort of cocked his head to the side in question.

"It will make your eyes water as if you'd been crying," I told him. He nodded and turned to leave. I called him back for a second. "I want you to wait on John from now on. Do you know which one he is?" He nodded. "He seems to like your body, Yurik. I want you to be careful and sort of 'lead him on'. Do you know what I mean by that?"

"Good way of saying it, but also, show a little bit of yourself. Loosen your breech some to show your butt and groin, but don't make it look obvious to him what you are doing. Can you do that?"

"No problem, Мастер. I like doing this; it's evil." He smiled a wicked smile as he turned to leave the room.

I shook my head in disbelief at my luck. I made my way to the larger dinning hall to find everything in its place. Slaves were where they were supposed to be and the staff was seated. Dinner was its usual pleasant event with Yurik sniffing occasionally due to the effects of the onion. He looked absolutely wretched. Zory served me with his usual efficiency. John seemed to find ways to make Yurik serve him something.

After dinner, we split and my three brothers walked the grounds before calling it a night. The slaves were to help each of them get into bed then return to their own quarters for the night. Zory and I passed out after I fucked him twice and he came more than a few times.

The next day, after my brothers left to scout the city, I asked Yurik if anything had taken place the previous night.

"Well, he did put his hand on my butt, Мастер, but then he apologized for it," he told me. I smiled. I would have to say that was something.

Just before dinner that night, I had to 'discipline' Yurik again, making both of his buttcheeks quite red for dinner. He played his part beautifully. Following dinner, I had a conversation with James about what we were going to see the next day. It lasted an hour or so, and he left for his room.

I headed to my room and Zory was there, tied spread eagle between the two bedposts. His bare butt was right at the perfect height for fucking. His feet were obviously high off the ground. A gag and blindfold were put in place as well. I smiled and walked up behind him.

A quick flick of his left nipple ring brought an intake of air from him. Another one on the right side brought the same response. I reached between his legs to find his cock harder than a rock. I circled my finger and thumb around his nuts and closed the rest of my hand around them. A small squeeze caused him to squirm a little in the leather bonds holding him. I pulled down a little on them and he squirmed again.

I released his nuts and stripped off my clothes. Instead of just going to the main event of fucking his brains out, I decided to just play with my little toy first. I slipped onto the bed and laid my nude body out in front of him; not that he could see it, of course. But that put my face right before his hairless crotch. I smiled up at him and blew some hot breath on his little boy-rod.

He moaned as the air blew over him and I did it again, eliciting the same response. I didn't like the position I was in, so I swung my legs around to fit them between him and the mattress. This was much better. I played with his cock and balls on and off for the next hour or so. I would squeeze his balls, then suck his cock until he was close to orgasming and then stop sucking. I would repeat that over and again during that time, making him extremely frustrated with me.

I refrained from swatting his ass, even though I so badly wanted to, for the time being. It wouldn't look good considering what Yurik is doing for me with Johnny. I had to be satisfied with just fucking his ass as hard as I could. Oh, the sacrifices we make. I eased my body under his, brushing his sore balls with my forehead, and stood directly behind him with a raging hard-on. I lined my cock up to his supple backdoor and wrapped my arms around his upper torso.

With that, I skewered my young toy as hard as I could. He bellowed into his gag and I'm sure his eyes were bugging out of their sockets at the same time. But he could take it, and the rigidity of his cock confessed that to me. I impaled him fully with my erection in one more hard thrust. He felt so good around my cock.

As one hand pulled on his nipple rings, alternating between them, the other migrated down to his flagpole jutting out from between his legs. I pumped down on his small cock with each thrust upwards with mine. The moans from him told me everything I needed to know. He came in a fierce manner, clenching his gluttial muscles together and sending me over the edge as well.

But I wasn't finished with him just yet. As my jizm leaked out of his hole, I used it as a lubricant to stroke his cock again. I knew it was already sensitive, but I also knew he could handle another one. Boys recover so much faster than men do. When I ran out of semen, I untied the gag in his mouth and pulled it out.

"Lick, boy, lick," I said, putting my cum-coated hand to his mouth. He licked it like a lollipop until it was wet and I resumed masturbating him. His hips worked in time with my hand until he came again in a torrent.

He slacked in his bonds, but I wanted to see if he could have another one. As I began to stroke him, he moaned and began shaking his head. I knew better than to stop. I also began to get stiff again underneath him. With the small bit of cum that was still inside his fine ass, I was able to begin feeding my cock to him again.

I played with his nipples again to get him restarted fully, and he didn't dissatisfy. We were up and running again in full speed. His ass always felt so good to me that I almost couldn't get enough of him. He climaxed about twenty minutes later, but it took another thirty beyond that to make me cum. He had one more orgasmic peak in that time, but not when I did. When I finally came, he let out a groan of exhaustion at the same time I did.

After recovering some of my strength, I untied him from the posts, feet first, of course. But I had to catch him upon releasing his wrists. I had to physically carry him up the bedding to lie down as normal. I slowly spooned in behind him and we lay there for a few minutes before drifting off to sleep.

"You know I won't be able to walk properly tomorrow, Мастер," he said with a slight snicker in his voice.

"No offense, Мастер, but I don't think you could get it up if your life depended on it."

He had a point there. My cock was quite raw from the workout I just gave it. We drifted off to sleep snickering to each other.

Chapter 27
Hook, Line, and Sinker

The next morning, I found out that Zory was right; he was sore from the bondage and the reaming I gave his boy-hole. I told him not to worry about his duties for the day. He smiled and collapsed back to sleep as most kids do when given the opportunity.

I met James at the door to my office and we headed out to the helicopter waiting for us. It took us to the site I wanted him to see. We stayed there all morning and ate lunch in a café close to the site. He was personable, but I had to remain on my guard and not let myself slip as I did with President Reagan.

Later, we were walking along in a wooded area along the existing pipeline alone. He seemed to be genuinely curious about our war with Moscow.

"Why didn't you just go after them into their country? I mean, after all, they did attack yours, right?" It was a legitimate question.

"Because I learned a lesson from your own Civil War, James. You don't fight a war that you cannot win. We would have been destroyed if we tried to take any part of Russia at the beginning. And to be honest, if it had not been for the Afghanis, we would never have won the war.

"They attacked the Russians so well, that it made it a lot easier to do the same. The people of Afghanistan are people I try not to anger, James. I hope your country will not have to find that out the hard way."

"Not allies, really. I would have to say that we had a common enemy at the time. Now that it is over, we have gone our separate ways. There is no love lost between our two peoples, but we do have a great deal of respect for one another."

We were just finishing up that conversation when my mobile handset squawked. I answered; it was my pilot.

"Sir, there's been a disturbance at the palace that needs your attention," I heard him say.

I told James that something had happened back at the palace and we needed to leave. He asked the same question I did, and I gave him the answer I was given. It was a ten minute walk to the vehicle and an hour flight back to the palace. It was pretty much spent in silence. We landed at the back of the palace and Roman came up to me.

"Yurik's been hurt," he said in English. He looked concerned, but a slight wink told me everything. James, of course, didn't notice it.

We ran after him to the guest quarters. We found John outside a room in handcuffs with two of my palace guards on both sides of him. I didn't even look at him, but went right into the room.

Yurik was on the other side of the room, sitting with his knees pulled into his chest, buck naked. Some blood was on the bed as well as on the floor between his legs. His breech was lying on the bed close to the head. I turned to the guard next to me to explain.

"Alright, everyone back up and give him some room," I said to them. They immediately obeyed. I walked up to Yurik and strategically put my head in the way so no one could see his eyes.

A quick wink from him told me everything after this was an act. He was fine, but I was a little concerned still about the blood.

"He… he… put his… thing in me, sir. I told him that I didn't want it, but he did it anyway. Please don't punish me."

"I promise; you won't be punished. He will." I turned to the guard. "Call the police, Igor, and don't let them out of your sight until they get here." I told Roman to get the chief of the police up here, too. Both of them disappeared and did as I directed.

I sat with Yurik until they arrived on the scene. They took all the evidence, excluding the video of the room. Yurik was taken to the local clinic after all the samples were taken from him by the police. We might be a backward country, but our police force is progressive enough to have forensic evidence capabilities, thanks to me, by the way.

Of course all the evidence pointed to John being the one that raped the poor boy. And the boy's testimony was enough to lock him up for life. After the police chief, who was one of my subordinates during the war (funny how things like that happen), arrived, we went straight into my office to discuss the matter privately.

I told him that these three were my brothers that had sold me into slavery seven years prior. I also told him that this was a setup by me and Yurik to sort of get back at them. He loved the idea. I told him of the rest of my plan and he was willing to go along with it, fully. I thanked him for his help and he left to take charge of the investigation, personally.

When he left, Roman brought the video to me. We watched it on high speed without sound. When the sound was added, it would be worth more than its weight in gold. After watching it, I told him go get my other two brothers for me. He nodded and left with a smile. James and Brad then came into my office.

"So this is how you repay my hospitality, gentlemen?" I asked, rhetorically. "I invite you to my country with a possibility of hiring you to work for my country at twice your current pay, and this is what you do? Rape my servant?!!"

"I have just cause to throw all three of you into jail for this," I ranted, cutting him off.

"You can't do that," Brad started to say, but an angry look from James stopped him.

"Do not try my patience, Mr. Cooley, because right now I do not have any. I can do whatever I want. Here in this country, I am God. I may only be fifteen years old, but everyone in this country knows what I did for them. Everyone here is loyal to me. The police chief you just met was one of my lieutenants during the war, and will do whatever I ask of him. I saved his life more than once. This is not America, Mr. Cooley. You do not have the same rights here that you do there. Here, my word is law."

The look on his face was priceless. The realization of the amount of trouble they were in just slammed home to him.

"They will investigate the incident. If there is enough evidence to support Yurik's claim, and I can't imagine there not being, then he will await trial in jail."

"Justice is swift in our country. It usually takes no more than two months or so before a trial begins." Both of them looked like the world had just come to an end. I wondered if they looked like this after I was gone from their lives so many years ago. "I must tell you, though, prison is not kind here. For the crime of murder, rape, and the like, the convicted go to a single prison and most do not last past a year."

"Because there are no rules, except one; survival. There are no bar doors to the cells and the prisoners will kill each other at one time or another."

"Perhaps, but why should our government continue to feed a person that has murdered an innocent one? Or raped a young child? Answer me that, and I will change it."

"Now, would either of you like to see what happened in that room?" I asked them.

"I mean, Mr. Cooley, that I didn't trust any of you, so I had cameras in each of your rooms to monitor you." They each groaned at this, as I pulled the tape out of the desk drawer.

I put the tape into the player underneath the screen behind my desk. Without turning towards them, I pushed the play button and stepped back.

The film showed Yurik walking in the room and delivering a towel and cloth to John as he was waking up. As the boy walked by the bed, John reached out and grabbed his arm. He pulled the kid to him. Yurik didn't struggle, but he also seemed like he didn't want to be near my brother. When the boy tried to leave again, John grabbed him and threw him on the bed.

John circled around to straddle the boy and violently yanked off his breech. It was then used as a gag as John tied it behind his head. Yurik tried to untie it, but John grabbed his arms and put them under his legs. The boy continued to struggle as John made his way down his slender body. John laid on top of his back and got close to his ear. Thanks to a very acute microphone, we were able to hear every word he told the boy.

"I know that your master is not happy with you. So, you lie there and take what I'm going to do or I will tell him what a rotten kid you are. Got it?"

Yurik nodded slightly as if he was in fear for his life. John stood up and closed the door, but he came back to him quickly and without his shorts. He climbed up behind him and lined his cock up to the boy's asshole. With a violent, unforgiving shove, he planted his prick inside the lad.

My slave must have torn a few vocal cords as he screamed into the gag. John didn't care nor did he stop shoving it inside him. It wasn't until all eight or so inches were within him that he ceased the assault. He seemed to stop just briefly, but I think all three of us watching the tape knew what was coming next.

John put his hands on Yurik's shoulder blades to begin fucking him proper. Yurik groaned loudly as John's blood caked cock was pulled out of him. As with what anyone else would do in this situation, he pulled almost all the way out, then shoved it back inside the boy without thought or concern for him. We watched as the boy was royally fucked with the full length of a twenty-year-old's cock for several minutes until John finally came inside the boy.

"Clean it off, boy," he hissed at the kid. Yurik played like he didn't fully understand him until John slapped him hard and put his dirty cock to his lips. Yurik 'got' the message and opened his mouth. John got his cock cleaned, but got another erection in the process. He flipped the boy back over and slapped him hard on the back for good measure. Just as my brother was about to feed his cock to the boy again, James spoke up.

"Are you sure? This is only the beginning, apparently. This seemed to have gone on for over three hours, according to Zory and Roman." I stopped the tape just as we heard another scream from Yurik.

"What would you do?" I asked and sat down at my desk. They remained standing on the other side of it. They looked at each other, a little dumbfounded. "I didn't think you had an answer for me. Now, so far, the police here have not seen that tape. If I were to give this tape to them, it would be all they would need to convict him on the spot. Give me a good reason why I should not do this?"

Of course they couldn't say anything. I smiled a joyless smile at them as they realized that. I had them right where I wanted them.

"I have a way out of this for you two and your brother," I told them. I now had their complete and undivided attention. "Bring me your younger brother, and I will forgive this trespass against my slave."

"WHAT!?" they both shouted. James continued, though. "We can't do that, sir. After the loss of our other brother, Sean, our parents won't let Billy out of their sight for very long. They would never let him come over here."

"Then you leave me no choice but to hand this over to the police," I said, pulling the tape out of the player.

"You're asking us to bring you our brother to save another?" Brad asked, trying to recap it all in his tiny brain. I nodded simply. "But Billy's just begun to live, sir, we can't possibly just hand him over to you."

"What did you do to save your other brother's life? The one that was killed?" I asked, pressing my point.

"Now I'm giving you a chance to save another brother's life here and now. The young boy will be cared for here and have a chance at life. If you don't agree to bring him, then this brother will die also, but in our prison. Choose now."

I wasn't too sure of the choice they would make. They asked for a moment to talk about it alone and I granted it to them. They argued back and forth for a while until James turned to me.

"May we bring our parents with him?" he asked. I sat for a moment and thought about it. Of course my answer would be in the affirmative, but I wanted them to sweat it out a little longer. I nodded slightly, giving them my permission. "Then we will go get them."

"No, you will go get them, and your brothers will remain here. If you do not return in three day's time, both will be on trial for the rape. That is the arrangement, Mr. Cooley."

What could he do, but acquiesce to it? I had my guards come in and escort Brad out of the room to be placed under strict watch. I assured James that he will not be harmed in any way while he was gone.

Chapter 28
Fulfillment

This chapter is the fulfillment of all of Sasha's plans. No actual sex or bondage takes place, but the story here does not require it. One more chapter to go…

James took the next flight out of the country. I smiled as he left the room. Everything was working out beautifully. It couldn't have worked better if I had planned everything down to the last detail. Roman and I discussed what we were going to do next and I told him to keep an eye on Brad for me while I visited Yurik in the clinic.

My driver dropped me off and I went inside without worrying about any red tape. Yurik was in a private room, getting fed by a rather attractive nurse. As I walked in, she excused herself and left. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at my slave.

"More than I needed, boy, much more. I am so proud of you." I told him, ruffling his hair. I asked him if he was okay, and he nodded enthusiastically.

"I love this place, Мастер. Everyone here wants to wait on me like I am the master. It's great." He had this huge shit-eating grin on his face.

"Well, don't get too used to it, Yurik," I playfully chided him. "Are you okay physically, though?"

"Oh, that," he said, with a sheepish smile. "I actually enjoyed some of it, sir. It felt kind of good to let him do those things to me, even though they hurt. Does that make me weird, Мастер?"

I laughed at that one and told him that if it did, then both he and Zory were weird. He smiled back in understanding my intent. He and I talked a bit longer, but it was more about some personal things. Before I left, I told him what I expected from him in the way of behavior to sell this to everyone else. I also told him that the police chief knew about everything and he was the only one outside of the palace to be trusted. He understood completely. I kissed him goodbye and left him to get some rest.

I went to the police station that was holding my brother in its cell. He looked like he had been worked over by a street gang when he was brought in to me. They threw him into a chair and left me alone with him.

"Did they tell you about what our prison life is like?" He balked. "I will take that as a 'no'." I told him just what I told the other two in my office. He went positively white in seconds. I also told him of my arrangement with James concerning him and Billy.

"You robbed me of a slave that was pure and chaste, Mr. Cooley. Do not debate with me about ethics; you don't have any support for a case." He shut up. "I will take your brother and give you your freedom in exchange; that is true. After all, you allowed one brother to die. Why is this any different?"

"I said, 'he didn't die.' At least not by wolves. That was what we told our parents. Our uncle sold him to someone. We don't know what happened to him after that. I guess he's probably dead. He wasn't all that strong. James and Brad have been bothered by it since it happened. I know; I heard them wake up from having nightmares about him for years afterward. It took me longer to realize we had made a mistake by doing what we did."

"You sell your own flesh and blood, and you call us 'barbaric'? I should allow this to continue no matter what your brothers do for you." He only shrugged in answer. I got up to leave him. When I was going out the door, I turned back for one more question. "What did your parents do when you told them your brother was dead?"

"My mother screamed and didn't stop crying for days on end. Father was sullen for weeks. When we arrived back home, they decided to have another child to try and replace Sean, but all they've done is overprotect him. They are overcompensating for what happened."

"I see," was all I said and left the room. As the door shut, I leaned my back against it and began crying. So, they did care. But why were they so aloof with me? I would have to ask them that later, but for now, I had to pull myself together long enough to get through all of this.

I had Brad watched around the clock until James returned with the rest of the family. Roman and Pavel were great in helping take the load of actually running the country for me for this time. But I was always there in case they really needed me.

The day before James was due back, my secretary told me that the president was on the phone for me. That shocked me to no end. I told her to put it through.

"Just finishing the Joseph tale, Mr. Reagan. Don't worry, if all goes as expected, Jonathan Cooley will not stand trial for the alleged rape. If there was one at all."

"And a very good one, too, but please do not interfere in this," I told him with a warning tone in my voice.

"And where was my American Citizenship when I was torn from my home, loaded into a van and sold to the highest bidder, Mr. President?" Dead silence on the other end. Finally, he spoke, but the authoritative tone was taken out.

The following day, the plane coming from the States landed in mid afternoon. I had an armed detail meet them and transport them straight to the palace. When they arrived, they were split up. James was taken to the same holding room as Brad. My parents were taken to another room to wait. I could hear my mother screaming for Billy when they wrenched him from their presence. And then Billy was brought to me in my office.

The guards opened the door and almost threw the boy inside the room. The young boy was wailing for his parents and beating on the door to get to them. I let him scream it out before making my presence known. He spun around when he heard someone else was in the room with him.

"My name is Sasha Martynoff. And you are Billy Cooley. It is a pleasure to meet you, Billy." I walked toward him with my hand out. For a moment, he backed off towards the door, but stopped.

By this time, I was close to him enough to touch him, but I refrained. Instead, I sat down Indian-style on the floor. It put me on the same eye-level as him.

"Because he forced a boy to have sex. It's called rape and it hurts a lot. Telling you about it will not make you really see what he did to him. You will have to be shown. Will you let me show you?"

He was apprehensive, but nodded slightly. I took his hand and led him to my desk. As I sat down in my chair, I pulled him to me. I eased him into my lap and slipped his shoes and socks off his feet. Trusting me fully, he allowed me to pull his pants and underpants down and off. After all, I do have some experience with boys.

After I had him nude from the waist down, I pulled him up and bent him over the desk while keeping his knees on my thighs. I lined my finger up to his virgin backdoor and with an infinite amount of patience, I wormed my finger inside him. He grunted a few times and squirmed as I finally got inside him, but made no other cries against me.

"Do you feel my finger, Billy?" I asked and he nodded his head. "How does it feel?"

I smiled at his innocence. With my free hand, I moved up and over his mouth. Just as he was reaching up to pull that hand away, I thrust the finger inside him fully as hard as I could. He squealed and bucked to try to dislodge my finger. Nothing worked, of course. I pulled him back to me when he calmed down enough to listen.

"I am going to remove my hand, and if you scream, I will make sure you never see your family again. Got it?" He nodded and I removed my hand from his mouth.

"I will, but now do you understand what I was talking about?" He nodded again and I removed my finger from his anal chute. I turned him around and pulled his shirt over his head. Once he was completely naked, I pulled him off my desk to sit facing me in my lap. After wiping the tears from his face, I talked to him again.

"Now that you felt that, I want to see what your bother did to my friend." I clicked the tape to life and he watched in horror what John did to Yurik. When the first part of the rape was over, I stopped the tape and turned it all off. "Now, do you think he should be punished?"

"I think he should be punished, too, but not for this. Did your parents ever tell you about Sean?"

"My brother that died?" I nodded. "Yeah, they told me he was killed by some wolves or something before I was born. But what do you know about him?"

"I believe, though, that it is time that we ended this show." I hit the button and told Roman to send everyone in the room. I turned back to Billy. "When your family comes in, I don't want you to go to them yet, okay?" I don't think he fully understood, but he nodded anyway.

The door opened and my two brothers and my parents were led in by two guards and Roman. Billy turned around in my lap and sat there to watch what was going on. I placed my arm around him and moved the same hand down to his little crotch. He sat there, allowing me to molest him as I pleased.

My mother almost ran to him, but the guard stopped her. I nodded to Roman and he left us alone, briefly. I didn't say anything while he was gone. They all looked at their six year old little boy sitting naked on my lap and my hand in his. I smiled back, but waited until Roman returned.

My closest friend returned with a battered and bruised brother of mine; Johnny. My mother threw caution to the wind and ran to him. She threw her arms around his neck and cried. The others asked him if he was okay, and he nodded simply. I waved to Roman and he undid the handcuffs around his wrists. My friend then led them back to the desk.

"Please sit down," I said to them. My mother kept looking at me and Billy as if she wanted to take him away from me. I kept my arm around his waist to hold him to me, but he made no move to leave me. He didn't seem all too worried about anything going on.

"No, Billy is yours to take in a little while, but I do have some news you might be interested in learning concerning your other son."

"No, the other one," I said, really confusing the hell out of all of them. I let them stew about it before bending my head down to Billy. "Why don't you tell them?"

"No, he's not, Dad. That was a lie that we and Uncle Rick told you." My father turned to him, wondering what he was talking about. And James took over the story.

"Uncle Rick sold him to someone while we were in Germany, Dad. He paid us a hundred dollars each when we told him where we had tied him up."

Our father swung his fist around and nailed James right in the nose. Blood spurted from it as he hit the ground, writhing in pain. I smiled at that. He deserved more, but that would do for now. He got back up, with Brad's help, nursing his bleeding nose. I threw him the box of tissue paper. My father turned his attentions to back me. All thoughts of Billy were forgotten, now.

"If you have any news, sir, I would pay anything to find out what happened to him," tears were gathering in his eyes and to tell the truth, mine too. I had to rely on Roman's strength to choke them back down before I spoke again.

"It is said that 'All good things come to those who wait', and I have waited a long time for this day."

Chapter 29
Revelations

This is the final instalment of Sasha's story. All is revealed and some fun is had with Zory. I hope that the person/people that have been keeping up with this story has enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.

I stood up to face my family. I placed Billy on the desk in front of me, and gave him a kiss on his forehead. Turning back to the others, I leaned over the piece of furniture to look my father square in the eye.

"I am not trying to amuse you, Father. I am your son, Sean. Allow me to prove it." I now dropped the fake accent. "When they tied me to the tree, Johnny kept hitting my crotch as the three of them circled around me. James was the one that used a rock to bloody my side and scrape the blood on my torn underpants. And Brad was the one that kept slapping me in the face.

John looked like he had eaten a piece of bad sushi. James was still trying to get his bleeding nose under control, but was also trying to grasp what I said. Brad slowly walked over to me.

He looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time. I turned to show him the slight scar on my side where they scraped me with the rock so many years ago.

"Oh my God," he said and backed away. "It's true," he said, turning back to the others.

I was summarily mugged by my mother right then. She was crying her eyes out as she choked my neck with her arms. She kept jumping up and down crying my name over and over again. It took over ten minutes before I was able to get any real air to my lungs. My father also came around and hugged me, but it was more of a gentle bear-hug.

My brothers weren't sure how to act. All of us had forgotten the naked boy sitting on my desk until he spoke up.

Everyone in the room fell out laughing. I leaned over and kissed him on his forehead again. My parents were now in the stage of asking what had happened to me and my brothers were still just standing there looking stupid.

"We are so sorry, Sean," Brad finally spoke up. My father made a move to punch him as well, but I stopped him.

"It's okay, Father, I forgive him and the others. After all that I've been through, I can't get angry too much any longer."

Suddenly, I felt a wave of hatred and I looked over to Roman standing in the distance. I furled my eyebrows at him in answer. I excused myself from them for a moment.

"What is your problem?" I asked in Kazakh, knowing that only he would understand me.

"You are just going to forgive them? After all that we have done to get them here? After all that they made you go through? You are just going to let them go, as if nothing has happened?" He was quite angry about this; I felt it.

"My brother," I said calmly, trying to calm him down. I placed my hands on the sides of his head and looked him solely in the eyes. I had to remind him all that we had gained by their act of selling me.

"And don't forget; if I weren't with you in the auction, you wouldn't be here at all."

I placed a kiss squarely on his lips to let him know how much I loved him still. It took a few minutes before he accepted what I told him, but he did. I embraced him in a fierce hug and told him that nothing that happens between me and my family will ever come between us. He embraced me back just as tightly.

We were interrupted by a disturbance at my desk. I parted from Roman to see my mother arguing with Billy.

I smiled and turned to Roman. He was trying hard to control his own giggles. I suggested that he get a smaller breechcloth for the boy and he agreed. I walked over to the other side of my desk and sat down. I convinced my mother to leave the boy be.

"And he won't. Roman is getting something for him to wear that will solve the problem." I looked at Brad and James. They both had a strange look on their faces. I raised an eyebrow to them in question.

"Are you gay, Sean?" James finally asked, but it was respectful. "Or do you prefer Sasha?"

"I have gone by Sasha for the past seven years and have gotten used to it. Roman is the only one here that knows my true name, besides you, that is. You may call me either in private, but I do ask that you call me Sasha when someone else is around.

"And as to your other question, I'd like to say that I leave my options open. I don't care for labels, James. As far as my relationship with Roman is concerned, well, he and I have gone through too much together not to love each other as brothers. It was something that I just had to remind him a few minutes ago."

Just then, Roman appeared, carrying a breech and a belt. I set it down on the desk and lifted Billy to sit him on it. I tied the belt around his waist at the appropriate height and then set him on his feet.

"How's that?" I asked him. He tried it out and smiled back at me. I guess he liked it.

There was a knock at the door and Zory walked in to tell us dinner was ready and I thanked him. As we made our way to the dinning room, my father asked about the charges against Johnny. Roman and I smiled at each other.

"Well, those charges were a little trumped up, Father," I said in response. "And they will be summarily dropped." As we walked in the dinning area, Yurik was standing there in his breech as normal. Even Johnny was a little shocked. "Yurik is one of my best slaves here, and it was his idea to have one of you 'rape' him."

All of their heads turned in question. We sat down and began eating. All of them began questioning me about the whole affair.

"I think you would understand everything better if I started at the beginning after the three of them tied me to the tree and left me there alone." I sort of stared at them and my three older brothers turned to their food. "A man came…"

I told them the tale as best as I could remember it, skipping a few parts in between, of course. I did tell them of how Julian and I met, then Мастер buying us. My encounter with Yurgi and Caleb followed. The war years and rebuilding years continued the story. My trip to Washington to visit with their president and what he found out about them was next. I finished off with my plan to lure them here.

By this time, we had moved into the sitting room where we were lazing on the pillows. Billy had fallen asleep in his mother's lap during the tale. As was customary for him, Zory was sitting in my lap after his duties were completed. He was leaning back against me as I talked and I stroked his dick under his breech. During the time, Yurik asked if he could join Johnny in the same manner. I told him I doubted if he would have a problem with that.

"I see you have a fondness for young boys as well, Sasha," my father asked, keeping in mind my slaves were in the room with us.

"Through my experiences, I have learned that young boys can have the thrill of sexual pleasure just as easily as their adult counterparts. I learned from my master some of the joys and pains that come with it as well."

"If he wishes it, then, yes. If he doesn't, then it is considered rape and illegal." I motioned for him to ask Yurik. Yurik looked to me for my permission and I told him it was his choice. They disappeared into another room for the rest of the night. I did tell Johnny to take it easier on the boy as he did have duties to perform the next day and he assured me he would. I got the feeling that Yurik will be walking gingerly the next day anyhow.

"Most of this country is Muslim and they enjoy it, even though it is considered taboo by their religion. It's a strange concept for anyone to understand and even I have a hard time grasping it, but they do incorporate it into their religion.

"We have some Hindus, Jews, and Christians as well, but Islam is the religion of the majority here. I have opened the country to all religions as long as animal or human sacrifices are not part of it."

Zory turned and asked if we were going to bed anytime soon. I got the feeling that the ministrations I was giving his cock were having an effect by this time. I told him to wait a bit longer. He frowned, but I flicked one of his nipple rings in answer and he giggled back at me.

"It started about a year and a half ago, but he has been my slave since he was three. He was Billy's age when we began our intimate relationship. Both of us have enjoyed our time together a lot more since that time." I pulled on one of his nipple rings for emphasis.

"Then could you show us?" Brad asked. Now that was something that had not occurred to me.

"What do you think?" I asked, looking down to Zory. He was actually excited at the prospect of being sexed in front of someone else.

So, we decided to head to my bedroom. Since Billy was still knocked out and my mother had no interested in seeing me fuck a young boy, she took him to their room for the night. As it was getting late, Roman headed to his bedroom after bidding us goodnight. My father asked me his question about him after he was out of earshot.

"He's just worried that since you have returned and we are mending a few fences that his and my relationship will weaken. I told him that nothing would come between us; nothing at all. He's a good friend and a good man. We have a very special relationship and he just doesn't want anything to change. To be honest, I felt the same way when he met his parents for the first time a while ago."

We made it to my bedroom and I told Zory to strip off his breech. I showed my family an area for them to watch and they could stay as long as they don't interrupt the fun. They agreed and took their places.

I had been thinking about what I could do with the boy since this idea was suggested. I decided on something new. Zory was waiting for me at the foot of the bed, nude and hard.

I took two leather belts out of the nightstand next to my bed. The rope was laid on my bed in front of him. I put one of the belts around his waist and linked it tightly just above the hips. A rope was tied to the top of each post of the bed's tail. The free ends were then tied to the outside of the belt to put his butt right at my groin's height. I pulled him forward to lean over the bed where two more were tied to his wrists and the head of the bed.

His feet were then tied to the bottom, spread opened wide. A piece of twine was woven around his nuts and pulled down until he squirmed uncomfortably. He was bent over and pulled forward by the other four ropes and his legs were going nowhere either by two more. Now I could have some fun with the boy.

I took the leftover belt and lashed it across his derrière with significant force. He hissed at the assault, but his cock remained hard as ever. I took the belt to him for a total of twenty times, turning his white butt quite red. After every five strikes, I took a break by squeezing his captured nuts. When I was done, I turned to see my brothers sitting there massaging their cocks through their pants. I smiled; it seems that Johnny and I aren't the only ones.

I took my black uniform off and took my place behind him as he hung between the two posts. With the ample supply of precum on my cock, I was able to lube his backdoor up enough to plow into him fully in one single stroke.

He let out a groan of complaint, but was begging for more within moments. As all he could do was hang there, I got my full due with him. I made sure he climaxed just before I did and I was done for a while. Not to let up on him for a second, I turned to James and Brad.

Shocked, they both stopped rubbing themselves. Zory whipped his head around to me with a worried look. I smiled back at him. James and Brad had their clothes stripped off in no time flat. James crawled up on the bed and aimed his cock at the boy's mouth. Brad walked up behind him, looking at me.

Even though he was apprehensive about this as this was his first time with someone other than me, Zory opened his mouth dutifully. Brad lined his cock to the hole I just vacated. Being larger than me, he took it easier than I did going into the preteen. Zory grunted all the same while still sucking on James's cock.

I smiled at the fun they were having with my slave as I sat next to my father. He was also hard, but controlling it better than my two brothers were. I reached over and massaged his crotch for him. I may be older, but I still look pretty damn good.

"Do you want me, father?" I asked, looking down at his tented slacks. "This is the only time I'm going to offer it to you." Roman would get a charge out of this. My father nodded and I slipped my hand down his pants. That was all it took.

His clothes were pilled up on the bench and I was bent over another one. It had been a long time since anything was put inside me, not the least of which was a cock almost nine inches long. I held on as my father took his place behind me. I grunted just as my slave did earlier as a cock began spreading me open once again.

"Easy," I whispered as I winced to the pain. I pushed down a little and the pain eased up enough to allow him to continue. I nodded to him and he restarted his trek into my depths.

"Um, Sasha?" I heard from the area of my bed. I looked to see Zory motioning something.

"Pull on his nipple rings, James," I said. He reached under and did as I instructed and Zory shook through a powerful climax. I smiled as I let my father continue plowing into me.

I heard Brad bellow out as he came due to Zory tightening his anal muscles. As he pulled his larger cock out, James circled around to replace it in the boy. I watched as the youngster took another one inside him and had to hold on through another shagging. James didn't disappoint him.

"Stroke his cock also, James," I gave him a hint and he nodded. I grunted after that due to my father fitting all of himself inside me.

Experience taught me that he was going to give me the fucking I had been missing for a while. I was tight, I knew that, and because of that, it took no more than three strokes of his cock before he spilled his seed into my innards. I smiled, knowing that Roman would be giving me hell for doing this the next day.

James came and pulled his cock out to shoot his cum all over Zory's back and butt. The boy came after another stroke of his dick from Brad as well. A good time was had by all five of us, but it was now time for some sleep. We untied Zory from the posts and they left for the guest quarters. He and I eased into bed, but fell right asleep with him spooned up to me.

Conclusion

I ruled over my country for over fifty years before handing it off to my oldest son, Sergei. He has done a wonderful job of it over the past ten years without my intervention. I am extremely proud of the job he has done for this country.

As I am lying in this hospital bed, dying, I am hoping that the people of the world will view this as a full account of a life well spent. I have no regrets. Thank you for reading.

Shakey Psyche

The Joseph Experience

Chapters 20-29

Chapter 21
Saturday

Chapter 22
Sovereign

Chapter 23
Zory Bound

Chapter 24
The White House

Chapter 25
Buckingham's Gift

Chapter 26
Plan and Execute

Chapter 27
Hook, Line, and Sinker

Chapter 28
Fulfillment

Chapter 29
Revelations

Conclusion

The End

Shakey Psyche

The Joseph Experience

Chapters 20-29

Chapter 21Saturday

Chapter 22Sovereign

Chapter 23Zory Bound

Chapter 24The White House

Chapter 25Buckingham's Gift

Chapter 26Plan and Execute

Chapter 27Hook, Line, and Sinker

Chapter 28Fulfillment

Chapter 29Revelations

Conclusion

The End

Chapter 21
Saturday

Chapter 22
Sovereign

Chapter 23
Zory Bound

Chapter 24
The White House

Chapter 25
Buckingham's Gift

Chapter 26
Plan and Execute

Chapter 27
Hook, Line, and Sinker

Chapter 28
Fulfillment

Chapter 29
Revelations