Shakey Psyche

The Joseph Experience

Chapters 13-18

Chapter 13
Redemption

I woke to find myself on the floor of the torture chamber. It was totally dark, and I thought I was blind for a second until the light came on in the room. The door opened to allow Uri to give me my breakfast, or so I thought. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; walked in the room instead of his slave, accompanied by Roman. They both ran over to me with Roman kneeling down to check on my condition.

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

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

"I thought you were dead when we found you in the room," he said as I wiped his face off. "How did you get loose? 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; told me that he had you tied up and there was no way in the world you could have gotten out by yourself."

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

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

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

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

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

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

" 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; found out that you were telling the truth after all," he said. I asked him how. "Yurgi told Feliks that he had planted the money and vase in your room, not realizing that Feliks and Ivan were lovers; they kept that from everyone. You know how Ivan is towards us, and the two of them told 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;. I don't think I've ever seen someone that angry before when he heard them. He sent for me and the two of us came down to get you immediately.

"And 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; said that he wants to see you when you're strong enough," he said, finishing the tale.

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

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

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

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

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

We washed the others' body, then climbed out of the shower. We each donned our breeches and bracelets. My brass collar was waiting for me beside the bed. It felt good to have it back on again. The two of us left my room, heading for the downstairs area. We parted ways as we got to 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s study; he headed for the library to study and I went to talk to my master. I opened the door to find him sitting in his chair by the fireplace.

" 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?" I asked, as I closed the door.

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

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

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

"I forgive you, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I said quietly. It was all I could think of to say or do. Without warning, he grabbed my waist again, sobbing even louder. I almost fell over backward when he launched himself at me, but I was able to regain my position. I wrapped my arms around his head for a while, listening to him weep. I wasn't sure if they were tears of joy or what.

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

"But that forgiveness comes with a price," I said firmly. He closed his eyes, probably wondering what that price really was. "That torture chamber is never to be used again, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;." He nodded. I got the feeling that even if I didn't set that rule, he would probably never use it again, anyway. I was wrong in that assumption as I was about to find out.

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

"Where's Yurgi, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?" I asked. His lip curled into an ugly sneer at the name.

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

"That room is not to be used, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I said again.

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

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

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

"And afterward?" I asked.

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

"Let him live, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;. He doesn't deserve it, but I want him to live. I might regret it later, but I don't like the idea of killing unnecessarily."

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

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

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

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

"No, Sasha. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was waiting for you to do that," he answered in Kazakh. I nodded and dismissed him with a wave of my hand.

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

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

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

I thought about telling Yurgi what I had in store for him, but I reconsidered and let his imagination run away with him. Soon enough, though, the staff and 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; walked in for lunch. Each of them was shocked to see a ten-year-old tied to the wall, but didn't question the sight. I'm sure they all knew what had transpired before. Only 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; didn't look surprised. He just looked to me and smiled. As he sat down to eat, I asked him to tell the staff and others to wait here for a few minutes after eating. He did as I asked and I assumed my regular position behind his chair. When everyone was finished eating, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; turned back to me and I stepped forward to address them all.

"As each of you knows," I began in Kazakh, "Yurgi framed me and I was punished for something I didn't do. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; has left his punishment up to me. After this afternoon, he is yours to do with as you please. Anyone may do as they want with him with no fear of reprisal.

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

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

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

The staff and 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; left us alone without a word, although I did see a few more smiles on their faces. I'm sure each of them was looking forward to the next several days. I had the slaves clean the table, excluding Roman. I motioned for him to come to me and I told him to get something from the stables. He smiled a huge smile and left.

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

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

"Please, Sasha, please don't…," he began pleading. For an instant, I had a flash of my pleadings going unheeded with 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; down in the torture chamber. I thought about that for a second.

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

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

"Why, Yurgi?"

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

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

"I love you," he said.

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

Chapter 14
Vengeance

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Justice or revenge?" he asked seriously.

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

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

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

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

" 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was going to have you killed, but I convinced him otherwise. When we're done with you over the next few days, your fate will reside with me and only me. I'm still not totally sure what to do with you yet. But know that it will not be as pleasant as what I have in store for you here at the castle.

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

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

As 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; wasn't interested in damaging me permanently, due to him still wanting me as a slave, I had no such reservations towards Yurgi. He was going to feel pain, pain, and more pain till I was satisfied at what he had done to me. It wasn't just the pain he had 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; subject me to; it was the fact that he convinced him to distrust me. I knew that the master would never distrust me again, but for that brief time, he did.

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

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

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; walked in after the staff to see a bloodied Yurgi hanging by his wrists on the wall. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I smiled as I stood in my place. They ate their meal with several glances at the new wall fixture. Many of the men had to readjust themselves while they ate.

When the dinner concluded, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; motioned for me to come to him.

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

"As for now, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, I was planning on just leaving him on the wall for everyone to enjoy at their leisure. After that, I wasn't too sure."

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

My master was asking me for permission? I liked that. I told him that as long as he wasn't killed or let down off the wall even for a minute, then he could do as he wished. He nodded and I resumed my place behind him. I got the feeling that 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; wasn't going to need my services for the night.

As the slaves cleaned the table, the staff left for the night. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; remained behind and had his gaze fixed on Yurgi. I smiled and went up behind the strung boy.

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

Roman and I assisted the slaves in the kitchen to help the work go faster so 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; could have his fun with Yurgi. I heard some snickering as they left through the dinning room before we did. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was still just leaning against the table staring at him through cold, dead eyes. I even shuddered at the thought of what he was going to do to the boy.

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

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

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

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

I made sure he wanted to actually know before I told him of my ordeal in the room. He was shocked that someone would actually do such things. I think he now knew how serious of a situation we were in. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was not to be trifled with on any level. Another scream from the direction of Yurgi and 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; brought the tale to an end. We headed towards the back of the castle. I had an inspiration all of a sudden.

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

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

"Go wait in the stables, while I go ask 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;."

He was okay with that arrangement. We split up as I headed towards the dinning room again. I entered to find Yurgi just as I left him, but with 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s arm planted up his rectum. Brown and red ran from his torn sphincter down the master's arm and onto the floor. I looked at it, nonplussed.

" 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?" I asked as I approached him from behind. He turned to face me without withdrawing in his hand from inside the preteen boy on the wall. It was almost a surreal scene in the room. "May Roman and I take Blackrose out for a short ride?"

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

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

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

"You should unclip him from the wall briefly to clean that up, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;. And may I suggest that tongues make excellent cleaning tools?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I agree," he commented with a smile.

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

Chapter 15
Going Away

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

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

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

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

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

"This is much more than you deserve, Yurgi, so I suggest that you take it and let it all go. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; wanted to kill you right off. I'm giving you a second chance to make something of yourself. Don't waste it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That evening we decided to give 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; a special surprise and went to his room. We took off our breeches and cuffs. Roman had brought some rope from down below for us to use in the next phase of our idea.

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

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

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

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

"Do you miss your family, Julian?"

"A little bit, sometimes. Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; entered his suit and got a drink before coming into his bedroom; as was his custom. Roman was the one facing the door and he saw our master enter before I could see him at all.

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

"We wanted to give you something to think about on your trip, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," Roman said as he walked up to us and behind me.

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

I heard and Roman saw him get undressed behind me. I could tell by the expression on my friend's face that 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was quite aroused. He stepped to the side of the bed and behind me. The rope connecting my ankles to Roman's collar was untied and retied to the railing running the length of the bed on that side. It raised my ankles up off the bed and put my anus at the appropriate height for fucking.

I held my breath as 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; lined his cock up to my tightened rear hole. Some precum was added to lube me up and then he pressed it into my depths. I grunted at having him inside me for the first time in a while, but I was able to accept him easier as he continued inside.

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

Even though my chest was close to my knees and thighs, there was enough room for 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; to reach in and pull one of my nipple rings. I didn't mind in the least as the slight pain helped distract me from getting my asshole plowed by his cock.

All too soon, my master hit me hard with his pelvis and shot his semen inside my boy-cunt like he had done so many times before. He untied the rope leading to my wrists from my collar and the one keeping my legs raised. As he pulled his softened cock from my inner being, I untied the ropes holding my extremities together, and then the rope holding Roman's ankles to my collar. Before he could do anything, though, I retied the free end to the top of the bed as 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; had done to me.

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

"Bugger off," he shot back.

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

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

While we were engaged in our fun, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; had gone to the bathroom to get cleaned up after nailing me. When he returned, I saw him smile and walk around to stand behind Roman. I heard a muffled grunt from below me. I figured that my master had not recovered from sexing me, and I was right. He had shoved a finger inside my friend's anus as a replacement for his cock.

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

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

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

He was doing such a superb job of licking me that my cock had sprung to full attention again. Surprisingly, a grunt mixed with a groan came from under me and I looked back to see 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; pushing his own erection into my young friend. I smiled and returned to my original pose. Again, without any other warning, a tongue found its way inside my pink flower and I gasped at the invasive worm. As it found its way inside, the last remnants of 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s deposit flowed out of me and into Roman's waiting mouth.

I shortly felt the bed begin to rock as 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; started fucking Roman as he had done me. I then rose up and bent my cock down to replace it back in my friend's warm mouth. He was all too eager to take it. Our master and I worked ourselves into a steady rhythm of fucking the boy's holes. Even though I had just cum, with all the sensations Roman had given me, it didn't take long at all to climax again.

After a quick recovery, I climbed off and circled around to face him. With both hands firmly planted on both sides of his face, I leaned down and kissed him hard on the lips. He returned the gesture in kind by forcing his tongue into my mouth. I could taste 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; on it; it tasted as wonderful as usual. Our passionate kisses lasted the duration of 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s breeding of him. When it was finally over, he slowly pulled out of him to lie on the bed beside us.

"Did you like your farewell present, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?" I asked, knowing the answer that was coming.

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

"Just for that, I'm not going to untie you, Igor," I teased. He shot back with a dirty look as 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; laughed at the 'argument'.

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

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

A touch of my tongue to his pink rose sent shivers down his spine. I tasted a little of 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s jizm leaking from inside him and kept going. I swiped my tongue along his crack to really make him feel it. From the noises he was making, he liked it. He reached down under himself to begin stroking, and I pulled his arm out. If I couldn't masturbate myself in 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s presence, neither could he.

A groan of frustration exited from his lips, but my master was willing to lend his aid to the boy's plight. While I was still running my tongue around the outside of his anal pucker, he reached beneath him and raised his hips in the air. I felt him move to get his head under Roman and a faint gasp told me that 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; succeeded in pulling in his small cock. Both of us worked him over until he grunted/hummed through a dry climax.

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

As Roman crawled up to the pillow for a good night sleep, I saw that 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was stiff again. And, like a good slave, I reached down and pulled him into my warm mouth. I sucked him several times with him massaging my asscheeks before he pulled out and took me again. I opened my legs to him and held on to the bed sheets as he laid into me once more. I grunted as he viciously took my boy-pussy for almost half an hour's time. God, it felt so good, but it also hurt like hell. My sphincter was getting extremely sore when he finally bellowed out in orgasmic pleasure.

Achingly, I crawled up beside a sleeping Roman. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; slipped up behind me and we dozed into a nice long sleep. The last thing I remember was his arm falling over my side and him grabbing my hairless groin.

Chapter 16
Newbie

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

"I was letting you and the others sleep in until it was time for me to leave," he said after our "good mornings". I dismissed Dani to raise the others from the dead. I turned to 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; to see if there was anything special he wanted me to do while he was gone. "Just handle the house as I have come to expect, Sasha."

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

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

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

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

"One last time, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?" I quietly asked him. It took him less than a minute to fish his growing cock out of his pants. I untied my belt in the same amount of time. I eased my butt down on his cock, but as dry as it was, it stung a little as it was forced inside me. I didn't mind in the least. I had my master's cock inside me and I was actually feeling good about it.

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir," he said and bowed away.

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; returned his attentions to me and I was still trying to control my giggles. With a sudden, savage thrust into me, he brought the giggles to a stop. A slap on the ass afterward also helped in ceasing them. A quick pull on my nipple rings caused his cock to explode inside me, seeding me once again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The night before 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was to return, Roman and I spent it going over each others' bodies with sheer abandon. It was like the last night of a honeymoon and we were going back to the real world the next day. We made the most of it; that was for sure. We finally passed out around midnight.

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

"Welcome home, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I said in Kazakh as he climbed out of the car. He returned my bow and walked past me to the indoors. Boris followed with a boy in tow. He looked a little older than me.

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

I could tell why 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; wanted the boy; he was cute. At least his face was cute. He had light brown hair and deep green eyes. Freckles liberally spackled his nose and cheeks. The boy's skin was milk white, which contrasted his freckles. The only problem was that he was excessively overweight. I got the feeling that he would have to go on a diet starting right now, as none of the other slaves had a lick of fat on them.

The clothing that he was wearing didn't do much to hide his fat butt. He was still dressed in some type of street clothes. I was surprised to see he was neither in a breechcloth nor in a collar. I looked to Boris for some sort of explanation. He said that they had been too busy to outfit him properly. He also said that they had gone to a new auction where things were done differently; neither he nor 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; were impressed with it at all.

I couldn't see 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; wanting to have anything to do with the boy until he had dropped some of that weight.

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

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

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

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

"America," he said.

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

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

"We will eat after 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; has eaten," I told him.

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

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

"This is Stephan," I said, " 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s new slave. Would you take him to the room that Yurgi vacated?" I was hoping that Roman would catch on to what I was doing. He did.

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

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

He nodded with a smirk. He took the kid and left. I headed to 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s office. He was working at his desk when I walked inside. It was just some paperwork.

"I'm assuming you want him to lose the weight, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?" I asked as I walked up to the desk.

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

"Why him, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?"

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

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

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

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

"Problem?" I asked him in Russian.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roman took his torn clothes and left the room.

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

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

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

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

"I agree," Uri stated flatly.

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

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

Chapter 17
The Business End

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

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

"What did he do?" I asked.

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

I sighed and headed to the master bedroom and 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;. He was sitting on the sofa with a drink in his hand. That's never a good sign; he almost never drinks. And when he does, it means that something serious is bothering him. Pavel told me so right before he left the castle.

"Is something wrong, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?" I asked, tentatively.

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

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

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

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; laid me down on the bed on my back. I took my ankle and wrist bracelets off while he stripped off his pants and shorts. I removed my collar for the evening as he glided back down on top of me. I rewrapped my extremities around his body and gave in to his passion once again.

"Take me, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, I'm yours," I sighed while he was nibbling on my neck.

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

"I love you, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I whispered to him in Kazakh while he bottomed out inside me. Although Roman was my lover and I loved him deeply, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was different and my love for him was just as strong.

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

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

"I guess it has been a little while, huh 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?" I asked with a turn of my head and a smirk. A quick laugh and slap to my ass was his answer.

Never to let an opportunity like this pass, I scooted down to place my boy's pussy over his cock. The jizm that had just been deposited inside me acted as a natural lubricant and 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; slid right inside me without any resistance. I had him balls-deep into me in no time flat. I sighed at being so full once again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"When I said that I was yours, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, I meant it," I said, standing gingerly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why are you showing me this, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?" I asked, wondering.

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

"Does anyone else know about it?"

"Only Boris," he answered.

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

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

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

When we reentered the castle, I was not myself. The whole weight of the world was on my shoulders and 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; could see it. He didn't press me about it, and I was thankful for that. I didn't want to tell him about my experience with Caleb. But now I knew what he meant when he told me to stay with my master.

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

I woke the next day to some sore muscles and an aching sphincter. No blood seeped from behind me, but it was still sensitive all the same. When I stepped into the bathroom, I noticed some blue marks on my neck and high shoulders. I showered and dressed and held the robe for 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; until he awoke. After he left, I made his bed and then went down to breakfast. I met Roman on the way.

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

" 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was a little rough last night," I commented as I massaged my neck. I so wanted to tell him about the room of arms, but I was under orders not to discuss it with anyone. I shuddered as a cold wind blew through. "We're going to have to get the winter uniforms out soon, according to Ivan."

"Should I feed Stephan?" he wondered.

"No, let him starve a little longer. I'll go down there after breakfast with Ivan." He nodded and both of us turned into the dinning room. Breakfast was normal with some of us shivering due to the colder weather creeping in. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; told me to go ahead and break out the winter uniforms for us.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Would you rather be a corpse?" I asked and his eyes got huge in surprise. "That's what happens to those whom 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; has bought and do not conform to his wishes. I didn't want this either, but I've learned to make the best of it." I moved over and sat next to him on his cot.

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

"True, but it's not as easy as it looks, you know. I had to earn the others' respect and at my age, that wasn't all that simple. And 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; is quite demanding of me as well, so believe what you want, but you've actually got the easier job than me.

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

"I can leave?" he asked, incredulously.

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

"What?"

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

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

Chapter 18
Stephan's Mistake

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

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

"Also, don't think about running away. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; owns this sleepy little town outside this castle and they are as loyal to him as we are. You will be returned here if you do, and you don't want to go through that punishment. Believe me on that one, Stephan."

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

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

"Who else lives here?"

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

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

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

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

As November closed and the Christmas month began setting in, I was extremely impressed with his change in attitude. He also had lost another forty pounds [20 kg] or so and actually looked real good. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; told me that he wanted to have him for the night about a week before the holiday. I nodded and went to him as he was cleaning the library china.

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

"Simple, Stephan, you are to spend the night with 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I retorted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An hour's search of the city found him on the outskirts trying to leave with a bag of clothes and some food. He was escorted back to the castle by the city police. He kept yelling at them and telling them what 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; plans to do to him that evening. Since they couldn't understand a lick of English, I just smiled as he yelled. The police left and Stephen turned to face me.

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

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

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

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was waiting for us in his suite as we entered. Stephan knew he was in trouble the moment we walked in the door. I did too. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was not happy and his face showed it. I backed up and gave the boy a slight nudge forward to take his medicine. I knew that the kid had not had an ounce of discipline at home, but he was going to get way more than an ounce this night.

"You've caused a lot of trouble, Stephan," he said. The scared boy was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; held up a finger for him to stop. "You will not speak, boy, until I ask you a direct question.

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

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

"I can't help, Stephan; you brought this on yourself," I said, with my head down and my eyes set up on him. I turned to my master. "I bid you good night, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;." And I turned to leave Stephan to his punishment and 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; to his pleasure.

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

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; stood up and walked up to the scared boy. A quick slap to his face told him my master meant business. Stephan's hand went to the hot welt that was surely rising. I circled around to his left and into the main of the suite. Stephan looked hurt; no one had slapped him before.

"Strip, boy," he said harshly.

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

"Bend over the table, boy," he told him. Nervously, he complied. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; looked to me and nodded for me to get on the other side of the table. I knew what he wanted; me to hold his arms down to the table.

Stephan laid himself out over the table. I held his arms down by the wrist. The boy became a lot more frightened now. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; pulled his leather belt out of the loops of his pants. He grasped the belt by the ends and made a practice swing. I got Stephan's attention with a short, quiet whistle. I used my hands to tell him to keep his eyes on mine. He nodded, but I'm sure it wasn't going to help much.

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

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

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

WHAP!! "Two, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I said as Stephan was now crying as well as screaming. The master had only just begun his punishment. As 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; reared back with the third swipe, I lowered myself down to stare at Stephan in the eyes, forcing him to look at me. He did, until the belt landed with a resounding, WHAP!

"Three," I counted.

Stephan moved a foot upward again, unable to keep from doing it. The master held out his hand to me. I undid my breech and handed both the cloth and belt to him. His ankles were tied to the legs, and 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; resumed his position.

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

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

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! "Ten, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I counted at the last.

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

Being ambidextrous, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was able to change hands with the belt and fly with the same deadly accuracy as before. Now Stephan's left buttcheek was going to get the same treatment as the right. I shook my head as the first one hit home.

"AAAAAHHHH!" refreshed screaming sounded throughout the room.

"Eleven, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I began counting again.

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

I held him in my gaze through it all as one after another hit home on his tail. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; changed hands with the belt as I counted out the twentieth lash. It gave the helpless boy a moment's rest before the next ten-count. I took the moment to satisfy my curiosity at last.

His whole butt was red. Angry red lines were etched upon his smooth white skin. It was going to be a long time before he sat down properly, that was for sure. And 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; wasn't even half way through, yet. I made sure I showed no emotion to Stephan. I figured he was being tormented enough. I looked back down to him, getting him ready for the next set yet to come.

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

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

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

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

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

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

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; looked to me and I looked back up to him. I was careful not to look accusatory at him. I agreed with the punishment, but I was also responsible for the boy's health and wellbeing. He was still under my authority, after all. By this time, he had stopped begging for it to cease; he had accepted it and knew the rest was coming.

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

WHAP! "Forty-one, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;." And so the count continued. But after five, he changed hands with the belt to finish the ten. As the fiftieth lash struck him, the master moved a little to his left. The belt was then brought down vertically along the crack in his ass.

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

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; stepped back and brought it down with all his might for a second vertical whip. I even had to close my eyes to those. The crying began again and the tears restarted flowing.

After eight more along his asscrack, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was finished, with a "Sixty" from me. He threw the leather belt on the couch behind him and made his way to the bedroom. I released my hold on Stephan and all he could do was lie on the table and whimper. I went around undoing the strands holding his legs to the table. Once free, he slumped to the ground in the fetal position.

"Sasha?" came a voice from the bedroom.

"Yes sir?"

"Bring the boy in here, please."

"Yes sir," I replied.

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