Shakey Psyche

The Joseph Experience

Chapters 7-12

Chapter 7
Broken In

After our shower and getting dressed, Roman and I made our way to our individual posts. Roman went to the kitchens and I went to Pavel's suite. He looked none too worse for wear, so perhaps it won't be as bad as I feared the previous night. He took me on a short tour to show me my morning duties, and then breakfast for 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;.

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

Dinner was a somber affair for me, but I tried to remain as upbeat as possible and not let my fear show. All the other slaves, though, knew what was coming. Each of them had a different look on their faces; mostly pity. Yurgi looked positively giddy at my fate. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; rose from the dinner table and made his way out to his bedroom. I looked to Pavel to see what to do. He nodded for me to follow the master. Sighing, I did.

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; walked with a purpose towards his room. I kept up as best as I could and followed him into the room before the doors shut. I kind of felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter, and willingly going. When the doors were shut behind me, he walked around me and sat on his bed. His attentions then turned directly and only to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Will you take me now, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?" I asked quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; collapsed on top of me and I felt not only full at having an adult cock inside me, but also crushed at having his body cover mine. I slithered out to my right to get some air and he rolled to the left. His waning dick slipped out of my torn hole as I gained a little freedom for myself.

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

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

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

"I know, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, but I felt like I should," I said, lamely.

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

Remembering what it felt like when he linked my bracelets together, I grabbed the breech and wove one end around my right wrist twice. The other end, I wrapped around my left, and twisting it around a couple of times, my wrists were bound together. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; saw what I was doing, and reached for the free ends of the breech. He tied them together, fully binding my wrists.

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

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

"I always like it when you do it, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I said as I relaxed.

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

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

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

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

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; waited for a few seconds again before 'plowing' ahead. I nodded towards the bed and he started to push into me again. It hurt like before to take all of him inside me, but this was something I was going to have to get used to. Before long, I could feel his pubes against the smooth skin of my ass. It felt like his whole being was inside me, filling me to the brim. He ground his cock around inside me for a bit then began to withdraw it. When he had taken it out to the point of his head inside, he retraced his path back inside my innermost sanctum.

My shredded backdoor was on fire as he fit his whole cock back within me. Once fully embedded, he began to withdraw again. Holding onto my hips to hold me in position, he started pumping me fully with his hard-on. The pain was still there, but lessened after a few cycles and I was able to bear it much better. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; lasted longer this time than when he took my virginity, and I had to endure a longer lasting pain than before. After several minutes, I was wondering if he was ever going to finish. It was right after that thought passed through my mind that he made one hard, guttural lunge, sending his sperm shooting into me again. The viciousness of it stung, and I yelped, but it was finally over for now.

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

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

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

"Please don't 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;; I'm too sore there," I pleaded with him. And to his credit, he stopped. I think it was that simple act that caused me to really begin to love and respect him.

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

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

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

Chapter 8
Roman's Night

The next morning, I woke to sunlight streaming in the room, blinding me. I rubbed my eyes to get the sleep-junk from them. I turned to my right, which was where 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was lying when I fell asleep, but he was gone. I turned to the left and no one was there at all, either. When I turned over and sat up, I saw that I was alone in the room. I groaned and flopped back down on the bed.

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

"Am I in trouble?" I asked him.

"No," he chuckled. " 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; knew you needed your rest after last night. He told me you did well. We did hear your screams, though."

"You heard those?" I asked, embarrassed.

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

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

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

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

" 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; is sending me to school at the end of next month. I will be there for the next two years getting ready for my life in the real world. I want to own my own deli in the capital city. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; has promised some money to me when I finish school to help. I can't wait for that day, Sasha."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I took my shower in the master's bath and then Pavel handed me a new breech once I was dried off. We cleaned the bath and bed rooms up to pristine condition then left. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was in a meeting doing business while the slaves were studying in the library. Pavel went to check on lunch for the master and suggested I have a talk with Roman. I agreed.

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

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

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

"You know you're next, right?" I asked him square. He nodded. "Tonight," I said, flatly. That shocked him as much as it did me when Pavel had told me the news. "I will talk to 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; and see if there's something I can do to make it easier for you, but I can't promise anything, Roman."

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

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

"Is it really that painful, Sasha?"

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

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

Lunch was served for the house and guests as normal. After lunch, I made it a point to speak to 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; alone briefly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. I actually got some studying done in the midst of all my duties. The table was cleared after dinner and after the other slaves finished their work they went to their respective rooms or walked around the castle. Some of them were asked to service a few of the guests staying overnight and they went to meet them. Roman and I walked hand in hand up to 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s master bedroom.

The door was open and we walked inside. As Roman walked in front of me, I closed the door behind us. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. Roman was standing in front of me still, with his hands over his groin in a subservient stance. The master walked over to him and raised his head up to meet him in the eye.

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

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; led the boy to the bed and pulled him upon it. I followed at a short distance. As our master lay back, I showed Roman how he liked being played with. As my friend began running his hands over the man's hairy chest, the same tough hand began to feel up the smooth ass. A finger prodded into the crack between Roman's cheeks.

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

I saw him stiffen and heard a grunt. When I looked back, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s finger had forced its way inside my friend's backdoor. More than that was on the way; that was for sure. I rubbed his smooth leg to settle him down a little and it worked. We turned our attentions back to the groin presented to us. Another little grunt later, and the finger had made its presence known fully to Roman.

I moved Roman onto 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s torso as I had done the previous night. But our master wanted something else. He withdrew his finger from Roman's backside and turned him around to face down his body. Then he pushed the boy gently downward to rest on his hardened cock. My friend looked to me to find out what to do next. I sat up. After straddling the master's legs, I moved forward to embrace him in a tight hug. We rose up a little, to allow the master to place his cock to Roman's rear entrance. I closed my eyes to the inevitable.

Roman held on to me like I was a life preserver in the middle of the ocean. I heard him suck in his breath and knew what was coming next. He fidgeted a bit and then I felt his body and hug stiffen. A sort of grunt mixed with whimper escaped his lips before 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; speared him fully.

The scream was as loud as mine was the previous night. He tried to climb off our master, but both of us held him down. His nails dug into my skin as the pain ran through him. Crying accompanied his screams and there was some pleading and begging for him to take it out, but they went unheeded. When my friend began to settle down as I did, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; lowered him downward to sit fully on him. Roman cried the entire time it took to fully embed the cock inside him.

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

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

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

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; sat up and embraced him fully around his chest. Roman reached up and held onto his hands. I sort of gave a slight push for them to lay back and the master took my lead. As the two of them were totally down on the bed, I crawled up and began sucking Roman's smaller cock into my mouth. It was utterly flat due to the pain he was experiencing, but after a few licks and engulfing it, it began to come to life. My tongue worked its way around it as 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; had done to me and even through the agony he was feeling, Roman sighed at the sensation.

As I sucked on him, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; started to slide out of his backdoor. Roman wasn't sure which was more prevalent; the pain the master was dealing him or the pleasure I was giving him. Like it had been done to me, when he was almost all the way out, he stopped and commenced reinserting the whole length back into him. Roman wiggled and whined a little at the renewed pain of being stuffed again, but didn't make any other sign to cease it.

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

As they lay there together, I got an idea…

Chapter 9
A Long Night

As the master's cock slipped from his backside, I moved Roman to lie on the bed beside him. I cleaned up his cock completely and then moved to Roman. I saw some blood still seeping from his torn sphincter, but I knew that it would dry up soon enough. I undid my breech from my waist and laid it across 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s middle. I was straddling my friend and facing down his legs. It was funny; less than a week ago before the auction, he took the lead and showed me pleasure. Now, I was the one leading.

Anyway, I stretched out down his body and placed my mouth over his limp cock. This of course put my groin over his face. My hands went down his smooth legs to wrap around his ankles. As my feet moved up and over his head, I looked to 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; to see if he got the hint. He got the hint.

The latches that held the bracelets to our bodies were linked together. My wrists were linked to his ankles and vice-versa for the other ends. The belts that held our breeches up were used to tie off my wrists and Roman's ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. He used the breechcloths themselves to tie the other ends to the headboard posts. We were tied in our favorite position and spread-eagled. As soon as we were tied securely, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; moved to my right to watch the show.

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

Once we had another dry orgasm, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; made his presence known again. The bed creaked a little and he moved behind me, to Roman's head. He told my friend down there to open and obediently, he did. As I had done on the plane ride over here, he choked at the first few attempts that the master had made to get down his throat. I told Roman to relax his throat muscles and pretend he's swallowing some food.

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

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

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

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

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

Knowing that I was taking some of the heat off him, Roman helped me by taking my cock into his mouth. Pleasure began to mix with the awful pain of getting fucked. Both sensations assaulted my mind at the same time. I wasn't sure which one of them was beating out the other. The pace that 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was setting was impossibly agonizing, but Roman was doing his best on my boyhood.

The building up of my own third orgasm had me wanting this to be over, but at the same time for it to go on forever. It was a most puzzling sensation, not to mention confusing. I wasn't sure what to feel. Once Roman had me over the edge, the muscles surrounding my hole tightened and caused 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; to release himself as well. Now, I was worn out completely, both figuratively and physically.

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; eased himself out of me with a weird sucking noise once he cleared my rear barrier. I felt my ankles being freed from both Roman's wrists and the breechcloths holding them down. My master got up and untied the other ends after that as well. I rolled off my friend to lie on my side. This time, I needed a longer break before anything else was to be done.

As I was lying there, I heard Roman moan. I turned to see 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; suck his entire hairless groin into his mouth. I smiled as I knew how good that felt. I watched as he just played with the boy's jewels in his mouth for some time. His tongue must have been doing some job on him as I saw his passion grow and finally come to its peak. Roman had gripped our master's head in a vice-like hold during his orgasm, but then let go once he calmed down.

I smiled at them and made my way to the bathroom to wash up. I was sore again from getting fucked again, but the blood wasn't as bad as the previous night. Roman walked in as I was finishing up to do the same. We looked at each other and he broke out in a simple smile. I answered back with my own and I helped him get cleaned up after his ordeal. After getting clean, we made our way back to the master's bed. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was lying on his side waiting for us to return.

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

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

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

Before Roman could answer, we heard an ear-shattering scream coming from one of the other rooms. It sounded like one of the other slaves, but I didn't know which one it was. I didn't even bother with the breechcloth, but ran to the door. I looked back to see 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; get up and get his robe. I ran down the flight of stairs going to the guest rooms and almost knocked Pavel over when I came around a corner.

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

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

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

Pavel launched himself at the guest and leveled him with one punch. I was stunned too much to do anything. Then a noise at the door brought me back to reality; 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; had arrived and to say he wasn't happy would have been an understatement. He helped Pavel assault the guest and pin him down.

In all this, no one was helping the poor boy that had been mutilated. I made my way over to him and untied him from between the posts. I had to catch him as he collapsed onto me. As he was slightly older than me, it took all my strength to hold him up long enough to undo the last rope holding him to the bed. I laid him down on the bed on his back as Pavel and 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; wrestled the guest out of the room.

" 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;!" I cried to him to get his attention. He turned. "He needs a doctor, sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How is he?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

"That's up to 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," he said with a shrug. With that, he headed back upstairs and to his room. I wasn't going to go to sleep so easily and neither was Roman. I found him in my temporary room, sitting on the edge of the bed.

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

"Very funny. How is he?"

"The boy?"

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

"The doctor said he'll live, but he'll never have kids. Beyond that, I don't know. I guess I will talk to 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; tomorrow and see what will become of him."

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

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

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

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

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; found me as we were heading to breakfast that morning and wanted to talk to me about the boy. We walked while we talked. I told him that Roman would be caring for him until he was better and he approved of my decision.

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

"What's going to happen to the guest, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?" I asked while it was at the front of my mind.

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

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

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

Chapter 10
Pierced

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

Roman and I spent two nights a week in 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s bed with him. Sometimes we were tied up like before, other times, we were free to move around as we wished. Pavel said that it wasn't that way with him. He always spent his nights with 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; alone. He chided me that he was jealous. I smiled and offered the same experience with us and he declined again.

When we weren't with 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, we slept together in my bed. During those times it was completely joyful. There was no pain at something huge being shoved inside us; it was just us enjoying each other's bodies. The bond we had already formed grew stronger. It was getting harder and harder to tell when one of us started and the other ended.

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

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

One of my favorite places in the castle was the back wall that overlooked the lake. Many a night was spent looking out across the body of water. The reflection of the moon's light on the water always calmed me down no matter how bad things got between Yurgi and me. I was standing in my favorite spot (it was a set of blocks against the wall that I always stood on to make me tall enough to see over the wall) one night when 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; walked out to visit with me.

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

"Of course not, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I said, getting down and facing him. He bid me to resume what I was doing and I stepped back up on the top block, but didn't turn back to the lake. I got the impression he wanted to talk about something.

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

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

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

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

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

"Harder, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I whispered, surprising even myself. He added a harder thrust to the next cycle of his hips, causing a little pain to my boy-hole. I hissed, but didn't stop him from continuing at the newly set pace.

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

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

"Beautiful night," he whispered into my ear.

"It is now, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I said over my shoulder to him. He smiled and kissed my cheek. We remained locked in a lover's embrace for quite some time.

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

"I'll ask Roman, but I think he would like to, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I said, hardly containing my own excitement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The lady of course heard him speaking English and made a big deal of it for a few minutes. The two of them talked while I was making up my mind about getting my nipples pierced. I wasn't sure that 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; would approve; after all, I belonged to him now.

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

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

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

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

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

"Chicken," I chided.

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

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

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

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

"You know, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; might just like those on you. They do give you a certain look. Can't wait to see the look on his face, though." He had a similar smirk that Roman had earlier. "Well, you two had better get ready; it's almost dinnertime."

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

We did as he suggested and made our way to the dinning hall. Roman kept snickering along the way and I had to backhand him to get him over it. As it was a weekend, we didn't have any guests, so dinner was just the house staff and 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;. When we met the other slaves, they were enthralled at the new additions to my physique. I finally had to wave them off so that the work would get done.

"You know that 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; will not like those," Yurgi commented.

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

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

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

The slaves waited for the staff to arrive in each of our positions. Pavel and I were behind 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s chair as normal. The staff walked in, followed by the master, as traditional in the house. He nodded to the two of us then stopped as he was about to take his seat. His head shot back from in front of his chair and he gave me a hard look. More than a few snickers broke out amongst the slaves. He motioned for me to approach him with a curled finger.

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

"Yes 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I said simply.

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 11
Framed

As the dinner finished, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; went to his study to finish up some work. Pavel and I worked with the other slaves to finish clearing the table. I told Roman not to wait up for me and he snickered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good idea," he said, thoughtfully. "Have fun with 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;."

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

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

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

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

I felt the cool, early autumn air blow through the room and it raised goose-flesh on different areas of my skin. A lot of things went through my mind in the short time I was tied there, not the least of which was a simple question. What if it isn't 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; that finds me like this? As if on cue, I heard the door open and close behind me. Foot steps followed but only briefly.

"Well now, you've gotten yourself into a bind, Sasha. Haven't you?" Thankfully it was 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; that I heard.

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

He was behind me quicker than I thought.

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

"Well, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, that thought did cross my mind a few times, but that was after I pulled the noose tight. But I knew that you were the only one allowed to come in here besides me and Roman."

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

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

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

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

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

I crawled into his bed and just collapsed again. I wasn't aware of what position I had put my body in when I caved, but my legs were wide open and my arms by my side. I was actually on the verge of falling asleep when I felt a wet cloth cleaning up my backside. It startled me and I turned to see 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; wiping up his cum.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Exhausted, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, but I can do that," I said, offering to take the cloth from him.

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

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

"Pavel leaves tomorrow, doesn't he?" I asked him and he nodded. "What happens now?" I was usually a little more casual with the conversations when it was just the two of us alone. Pavel told me he lets him get away with it as well. He also said that 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; almost prefers it that way; more intimate.

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

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

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

"And Yurgi didn't learn?"

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

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

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

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

"Just where were you?" I asked him.

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

I decided not to pursue the argument further. Although I wasn't too sure of his answer, I accepted it at the time. We ate breakfast as usual and followed both Pavel and 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; out front to bid him farewell. I hugged him and thanked him for all the instruction. He smiled and hugged me back. He told each of the slaves goodbye and gave a final wave as he rode away in the car. I was the last one to leave as we turned back into the house.

After that, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; went to work for the rest of the morning. At lunch, he told me that he wanted to address the staff and slaves following the meal. I told each of the slaves what he had told me. When he finished eating, he stood to talk to us.

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

A search was made of the castle and nothing was found. As the slaves' uniforms left nothing to the imagination, obviously, we didn't take it, so we weren't searched. The staff was searched, but no money was discovered on them. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; confided in me and told me to keep my eyes open. I nodded and said that I would. It was quite alarming that something like this had happened. My master told me that this had never occurred before.

Throughout the next few days, everyone was on edge due to the theft. I watched everyone, including the staff. Of course I couldn't be everywhere, but I got a good handle on things. When a small, but expensive, vase came up missing toward the end of the week, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was visibly pissed off.

This time, he was determined to find it. Money was easily hidden, but the vase was something that didn't quite fit into small places. The slaves, including myself and Roman, were moved into the study. The staff was put into the dinning room. Boris watched the staff while I kept an eye on the slaves. The search lasted the entire day, but finally, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; walked into the room carrying the vase.

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

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

"I don't know how that got there, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I said, with my hands out.

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

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

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

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

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

"I didn't steal them, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I pleaded again. It fell on deaf ears.

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

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

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

Chapter 12
Punishment and Prophecy

"I trusted you, Sasha," 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; said as he walked around, making a circle. He had a wicked looking board in his hand. It was flat with holes all along its length.

"I didn't steal those things, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I said one more time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And what about 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?" I asked, still concerned about him even through the torture session.

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

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

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

After getting out, our skin seemed to dry itself as we walked up the incline out of the water. He turned to sit on the grass, spreading his legs slightly. I looked down to see that he didn't have any genitalia at all, or any hair between his legs. I sort of jerked my head back as I saw it all. He smiled and motioned for me to sit in front of him. Being used to sitting like that with both Julian and 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, I naturally did the same with Caleb.

As we sat there looking out over the lake, his hands moved to my naked sex. I moved mine to circle around his wrists and just hold them. My cocklet began growing almost immediately upon his gentle touch. It felt as wonderful as when 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; molests my boy stick. I sighed and leaned back into his chest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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