PZA: The Joseph Experience 19-24

The master moves into raping Stephan hard. Sasha and Roman also spend some time together due to an unexpected illness.

I carefully picked my subordinate up and wiped his face of his tears. A damp cloth helped clean him up a bit before I brought him to our master. He sort of waddled his way in front of me was we made our way to the bedroom. I knew that the boy was in for an even rougher night than what he had already gone through. There was no changing that.

I was bowing my way out of the room when 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; asked me to stay again. I looked at Stephan, as it was his time with the master, and he pleaded with me using his eyes. I turned and closed us in together. I walked up and stood next to the sniveling older boy. He motioned for him to walk over to the bed. Stephan looked at me and I motioned for him to follow the master's orders. When he arrived in front of 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, the man took his smaller hands into his.

"You understand that you deserved what you received out there, don't you?" he said, looking straight into his eyes.

"And if you had just come to me this evening and not had us chase you, then this evening would have gone a lot different for you. But now, this is going to be very painful for you. I will not stop no matter how you plead, beg or complain."

The boy sort of hopped up and down a little with a moan as he tried to contemplate his impending doom. As he turned to me, I shrugged.

"Don't think that Sasha's going to be of much help. He is extremely loyal to me, Stephan, and will not stop this. He knows the price of disobedience.

He pulled to boy to him and forced him down to his knees. He told Stephan to open his mouth, but he didn't comply. A quick slap to the face opened his mouth a little, but not near enough to fit a cock into. Another slap and his mouth was opened larger. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; pushed his flaccid dick into the boy's warm mouth.

As it was smaller now, it fit without much problem, but that was going to change quickly. He grabbed Stephan by the hair and began moving his cock around inside the boy's oral cavity. I whispered to him to close his lips around the tube of meat in his mouth. He didn't want to, but did it anyway. Soon enough, the master's cock began to thicken and Stephan's mouth began to fill out with it. I kept whispering instructions in his ear, but I got the inclination that he wasn't doing it well.

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; soon tired of the boy's total reluctance of participation and rammed his cock down Stephan's throat. The boy gagged and tried to force 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; back by pushing on his hips. I pulled his arms behind his back and held his hands together. I had no problems with the way he was being handled. If he wanted to be difficult, then so be it.

The 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; pumped his cock in and out of his throat several times. Fresh tears ran down his white cheeks, but still the oral rape continued. I could actually see the large piece of meat slide down the kid's throat as he was orally fucked. My master was relentless in his battering of his slave. Soon, though, he did pull out of his gullet and Stephan gasped for breath before 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; pulled him up and threw him on the bed.

It was now totally out of my hands what came next. Everything leading up to this point had been nothing compared to the pain my sub was about to feel. I didn't smile or give any outward sign of pleasure or displeasure; I just simply accepted what was going to happen to him. Besides, if I knew my master like I believed I did, Stephan was going to take it until he began to like it.

As I took the top of my winter dress off, I saw 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; follow Stephan onto the bed. He laid his larger body on top of the boy's smaller one. Stephan was already beginning to panic. I walked around the end of the bed to the other side, facing the stacked two. I looked at Stephan and he was reaching for me. I decided to help him, even though he didn't deserve it.

I climbed up and knelt in front of him to give him something to hold on to. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was lining his hardened cock up to the boy's asshole as he grabbed a hold of my waist. My master was not gentle in the least when he shoved his cock into the slave's innards. He screamed and began thrashing around under the larger man.

"PLEASE, MASTER, PLEASE TAKE IT OUT!!!!! IT HURTS, IT HURTS!!" he screamed over and over again.

When 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; embedded his cock into him, it wasn't fully inside, and he didn't wait for Stephan to get used to him before feeding him the rest of it. He held onto the boy's hips and shoved it in the rest of the way, regardless of how much he screamed and cried.

As I sat there, my master reached up and kissed me on the lips. It was as if he was totally oblivious to what was happening beneath him. I started getting turned on a little as he French kissed me while he ground his cock into his victim under him. His hands cupped my face as we kissed and then they moved down my boy's body to play with my nipple rings a little (he always liked playing with those things; Roman too).

He suddenly reached down and pulled his cock out of the whimpering boy beneath us and immediately plowed back inside him. Another scream escaped his raw throat, but both of us were ignoring it. We were enjoying each others' tongues too much to worry about him.

It was sort of a very surreal situation going on with the three of us. Stephan was in some serious pain and discomfort with 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s cock drilling in and out of him. While he and I were enjoying the pleasures of our kisses and feeling each others' bodies as well. I felt Stephan reach back and try to get 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; to get off and out of him, so I pulled his hands forward to leave him alone. 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; had to stop using his hands to explore my body as well, to keep the boy's ass where he wanted it. It didn't stop us from kissing and sucking on the others' body, though.

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; got rougher on Stephan as the moments passed until he finally came inside the boy. He pulled his dick out of him almost instantly after cumming. Stephan rolled up into a fetal position. I looked down to see a mixture of semen, blood and brown matter flowing from his torn hole.

He was left there crying as my master fell sideways onto his pillow. I was following him down, but he held me up. I looked at him with a questioning glance and he beckoned me forward. I straddled his torso and he pulled me into his mouth.

I gasped at the wonderful sensation of his warm mouth over my cock. I wrapped my arms around his head as he began pleasuring my male organ. I felt something new, though. His hand moved up behind me and he wrapped it around my nuts. On a particular down stroke of his mouth, he gave them a squeeze and pull. I gasped again at the new sensation he gave my body. It hurt a little, but some pleasure accompanied it as well. I held on to his hair as he did it again. At the third squeeze, I came fully. It was exquisite the amount of pleasure I received from just that little bit of pain. Wow.

I collapsed on the pillow next to him after that mind-blowing climax. I caught sight of Stephan as I rolled to the side. He was looking at us in awe. I turned my body around to address him as I lay prostrate next to my master. He got a good view of my anal flower, I'm sure, but he was saving himself for another round with Stephan later.

"That's what you'll never have with him, Stephan," I started off with. "Because you tried to runaway, he'll never give you any pleasure when he fucks you. That's all he'll do, too; fuck you. You'll only know the painful part of the relationship.

"You'll never fully know why he's called, ' 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'. That's what you gave up, Stephan." I said, with a woeful look at him.

"You're a faggot," he exclaimed with disgust in his voice. That was the last straw.

"GET YOUR FAT ASS UP, BOY," I yelled at him. He didn't move, so I slapped his red ass hard with my hand. He got up and stood by the bedside, but gingerly. As I hopped off the bed to stand next to him, I slapped his face but hard. I was pissed now.

"I have been kind to try and help you through this night as best as I can, boy, but you don't seem to appreciate that. So here's what you're going to do for the rest of the night.

"You're going to stand there and not move. When the master fucks you, you will not move unless he says so, or he directs you to do so. When he is done, you will get right back into this position without any rest and you will wait till he wants you again.

"If you don't do as I just told you, I will beat the living shit out of you with the master's belt. Got it? Boy, you are going to learn your place here in this castle if it kills you."

The boy looked scared now; I mean really scared as he massaged his cheek. He had just lost his only ally in this room. I asked again if he got it, and he nodded. I got the belt and whipped his cock and balls as he was facing me. He tried to cover up, but I waited until he uncovered before starting again. I now meant business.

I looked and saw 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; stroking his cock and getting it hard on purpose. I sat down on the bed as my master circled around to stand behind him. He turned the boy and pushed on his back hard to cause him to lean over the bedside. Without wasting any more time, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; placed the head of his cock to the boy's torn hole and shoved it inside once again.

The same resounding scream echoed through the room. And for the first time in my life, I got a woody from someone else being raped. I cleared my throat at 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; and when he glanced my way, I pointed down to my stiffy, asking permission to jack it off.

"No offense, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, but I don't want that bitch's teeth anywhere near my cock," I told him in Kazakh, with a look of revulsion.

He laughed and in nodding, gave his permission. I smiled and began stroking away to 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; fucking the hell out of a boy not two feet [half a meter] away from me. Stephan screamed, moaned, and gritted his teeth in pain while I played with my cock for the first time in a long time. It was another moment that I was not soon going to forget.

I experimentally reached down and gave my nuts a gentle squeeze as I stroked. It wasn't as wonderful as when 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; did it, but it still felt good. As I whacked off to Stephan's screams, a light knock came from the door, interrupting my own fun. I slid off the bed and answered the door. It was Dani, and he didn't look well.

I told my master that I would handle it and to continue his fun with Stephan. If I needed him, then I would send Roman. He nodded and went back to whom he was doing. I wrapped his arm over my shoulder and began walking him down the hall to his own quarters. I knocked on my door as I passed it. Roman answered and I told him to follow me.

When we got to the room Dani shared with Stephan, I laid him down on his bed. I could tell he was running a fever, so Roman and I stayed to help him with it. Cool cloths were placed on his forehead and changed throughout the night as we stayed with him. Soon, Dani fell back to sleep. I had one of the other slaves clean up the sick outside the master bedroom.

"Please stop. I won't do it again. Please!" were the pleas Roman and I heard coming from upstairs as we stayed with Dani. Some slapping noises and others accompanied them as well.

"Yeah, and if he had just accepted what was going to happen to him, this night would be so different for him," I said, looking a bit disappointed in it all. Oh, I loved seeing the little prick get what he deserved, but I was also saddened that after all this time Stephan had been here, he still had not learned his place.

I shivered from the cold blowing through the castle and Roman wrapped his arms around me to help keep me warm. I smiled and leaned closer in to my young lover. I turned and kissed him passionately on the lips and he returned it in kind. We quickly moved into our '69' position and I began sucking his wee cock into my supple mouth.

I repeated my suggestion, and I felt his hands move around the outside of my leg to go between them from behind. He used his finger and thumb first, but I told him to do it differently; with his whole hand. Then he used his forefinger and thumb to wrap around the scrotum and close his fist around the testicles. A slight squeezing pressure was applied and my cock jumped in response.

"Do it to me, too," he said as he vacuumed my cock back into his mouth. I nodded and reached between his legs as well.

I did the same maneuver to him as he did to me, eliciting the same response from his cock. I smiled and sucked him back inside me. I pulled slightly as my mouth resumed riding his cocklet. Without much more time passing, both of us hit our orgasms simultaneously. I buckled and sank down on top of his smooth body for a respite.

"That was wonderful, Sasha," he said in a gasp. " 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; showed you that?"

I felt him nod between my legs and smiled. We now added something to our lovemaking that helped make it seriously more fun. We heard another series of whippings coming from upstairs and Roman snickered.

I changed Dani's cloth and slipped back into Stephan's bed with Roman for some rest. We eased into a nice, peaceful sleep, wrapped up in each others arms, listening to the sounds of a young boy being raped.

Chapter 20
Revisitation

Stephan finally learns his lesson. But Sasha and Roman find themselves with an old friend of Sasha's for the last time.

The next morning, Stephan was walking gingerly on his toes as he came into the dinning room. Normally, I would allow him the day to recover from such an ordeal, but I wasn't in a generous mood with him. I told him he had still had to do his chores and studies, not to mention that he was going to spend the evening with our master again.

"He's going to fuck you until you enjoy it. Then he's going to do it some more. He's going to take you whenever and however he wants. So, stop your damn whining, Stephan, because I'm sick of it. So is everyone else, by the way. This is your life, now, as your old one is gone; get used to it." I was snarling at him without consideration for his feelings whatsoever.

Christmas came and went with him getting the hell fucked out of him every night by my master. I wasn't too concerned with it all, as I still had Roman to mess around with. As my room was right next to his, I could hear Stephan cry every single time 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; took him. I usually took a second to smile at hearing his wailings and pleadings for mercy. Roman usually chided me by telling me to stop smiling and get back to sucking his cock.

It wasn't until mid-January that Stephan ceased crying for help or for 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; to stop. I figured the next step was for him to begin enjoying getting fucked. I was right. A week later, I started hearing moans of pleasure coming from the room next door. The next day, I smiled at him, knowingly.

"I'm sorry for calling you that, Sasha," he said, genuinely. He had never apologized for anything so far. This was a step in the right direction for him. I accepted it and told him to take the day off. It had been over a month since he had a day to himself.

I spent that night with 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; as it had been a while. He was just as he always had been; my master. We fucked for hours that night before nodding off to sleep in each others arms. Roman and I spent the next night with him; both of us tied to each other again. For an older man, he had such stamina to keep up with the two of us preteen sluts, that was for sure.

January changed into February, which evolved into March with nothing of note. The first Wednesday of that month, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; sent for Stephan for the first time since the last week of January. I knew he was in for a rough time as it had been so long since he had been with the master. After only fifteen minutes, Stephan was screaming at having a larger cock back up his ass. Roman was on the receiving end of my cock as 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; laid into his own piece of ass.

"Harder, Sasha," Roman cried and I obliged him willingly. I pummeled my friend as fiercely as my master was raping his boy. At some point, I laid him down on his stomach, but continued to fuck him. He thrust his hips back up into mine as I descended down to him. I wrapped my arms under his and around his neck to put him into a full nelson. He was the one that had suggested that over Christmas.

"Oh God, fuck me, Sasha," he cried in the throws of his passion. I was giving his hole everything I had and he wanted more. Every thrust was as powerful as the previous one. I wasn't aware of when it hit me, but my orgasm hit and washed over my small frame, leaving me spent. I fell onto his back as we listened to Stephan crying for 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; to take the larger cock out of him.

"You want me?" I whispered into his ear. He nodded. I slid off him and to the right. I felt him climb up behind me and lay on my back. It felt good to have his smooth skin touching mine. He slithered his hands under my armpits and up to grip my shoulders as he inserted his stiff cock in me. I opened my legs to allow him easier entry. He found my open door with practiced ease and slipped right inside.

A gasp escaped his lips and I felt his hot breath on my neck. I felt his cocklet begin sliding in and out of my backdoor as he picked up speed. I met his thrusts with my own hips. Lascivious passion filled my body again as he fucked my ass like so many times before. He wasn't as filling as my master's cock, but I felt him, nonetheless.

"Harder, Roman," I whispered back at him as he had done just moments before. I reached back and brought him down for a passionate kiss when I turned my head around. It felt so good to give myself to my best friend; it always got me turned on. Our lovemaking continued for a much longer time than I would have thought, but when we heard 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; groan out in orgasmic pleasure, it sent my own lover over the edge as well.

He fell hard onto my back, as exhausted as I was. In spite of the cold, we were both drenched in sweat from our fervent lovemaking. He eased off me to the right and I turned and faced him. We wrapped our arms around each other and our legs snaked together to get as close as possible while we calmed down.

I must have slipped into oblivion as the next thing I knew, was the room was becoming brighter all of a sudden. I turned and the light was coming from the balcony. I shook Roman awake and he almost fell off the bed, scrambling to get away from it. I blinked one more time and a familiar figure came into view.

"Caleb!" I cried with a grin. I ran to him without thinking further. He enveloped me into a strong embrace. I turned to Roman and he was walking around the end of the bed. I introduced Caleb to him and he smiled at my young lover.

"Come with me, both of you. We have much to discuss." Roman reached out and took Caleb's free hand and the room disappeared from view. The meadow was back and we were under the same tree as before.

"We will have time for that later, Sean," he answered with a smile. "But first, you need to know a few things. The war I told you about is right around the corner, so to speak. This Saturday, you must take those closest to you into the town for the day. There you will see your destiny unfold.

"The next couple of years are not going to be easy for either of you, Sean, but you will do well. Just trust each other and rely on each other's strengths and you will survive. The rebuilding will take a few years afterward, but it will happen. Remember to be patient with it."

He told us just about everything we needed to know for survival during the war. Although he talked a lot, both Julian and I took in every word. The last thing he told me was to take Stephan with me on Saturday.

Both Julian and I looked at each other in amazement. I didn't know Stephan had any uses except for to exorcize 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s demons. I looked back to Caleb and nodded. He looked in the direction of the lake and smiled. Without warning, he took off. I smiled at Julian and we both took off after him. Before we knew it, we had arrived at the lake and we jumped in after Caleb.

After splashing around for a while, we got out to rest a while on the lake's bank. The sun felt great on our skin as it felt like summer to the last vestiges of winter that we were living in. Caleb moved in front of me as I was lying flat on the ground. I moved upward to embrace him fully. We began kissing as he felt up my asscheeks. My dick got hard almost immediately.

As we embraced, something between his legs reached out and enveloped my cocklet. It felt like a sucking action from a vacuum cleaner, but it was warm and slick. It seemed to milk my small cock as it wrapped around it. It was the most wonderful sensation. Caleb's hands moved up my back and encircled my upper body as I moved up to kiss him. His tongue found its way inside my mouth without difficulty.

As we kissed, another strange event happened. Something else began slithering up between my legs and found its way to my boy-pussy. Remembering the first experience, I opened my legs up wider to allow its entry into me. It felt great as it wormed its way inside me again.

I felt a hand move along my back and saw Julian sitting beside us with a warm smile. I smiled back at him and pulled him closer to us. I kissed my angelic friend again and his tongue slipped back into my mouth. The worm that had worked its way inside my anus was becoming larger again, filling me fully.

As the cock thing spread my rectal muscles, the sucking thing was sending vibrations of pleasure through my groin. Something began happening to his tongue as well; it began to get longer and thicker. Without forcing, it worked its way down my gullet. I was getting it in all three of my sexual areas simultaneously.

As his hands began playing with my nipple rings, something inside the sucking organ touched the tip of my cock. It felt strange to have something like this enveloping my sex, but stranger still to have something working its way inside it. My urethra was penetrated by a small digit and it slithered up inside it. I didn't know something like this was even possible.

I came violently as the small finger arrived at the base of my cock. As a large tongue was down my throat, I couldn't put to voice my explosion of pleasure, but it was no less thrilling. But he didn't stop there. Caleb's whole body seemed to know the right buttons to push on my smaller one. I came again almost immediately afterward and I wanted more of it. He didn't disappoint me.

Every single erogenous zone was being molested in some way. Something was penetrating all three of my orifices and I loved every second of it. I came again and again and again in rapid succession. It was like there was no end to the pleasure he was giving my whole being. Unfortunately, there was an end to it and he began pulling all three invading digits from my young body.

I collapsed down on his smooth body and then rolled off it. I looked to Julian to see him smile back at me. I then looked up to Caleb to see if he would do the same for my friend and he nodded. Usually after cumming so hard, I would be tired, but as with the first time I was here, I was reenergized. Julian crawled upon Caleb and the two assumed the same posture as we did previously. This time, I was going to see what he did to me. Julian moved up the angel's body to kiss him. I smiled as my friend was about to get the experience of a lifetime. And Caleb didn't disappoint.

He moaned a little and I looked down his body to see why. The worm that had invaded my boy-hole, slipped into his, but it didn't come from Caleb. It actually came from the ground underneath them. I was about to put an end to this, but Caleb held up a finger and waved me off. All I could do was trust him that he wasn't going to hurt Julian.

The worm enlarged as it had done with me twice before and spread Julian's backside wider than ever. Another moan and I saw the same sucking organ envelop his small cocklet as it had done mine. But this organ did actually come from Caleb. Julian was about to have a sweet surprise.

Caleb's tongue wormed its way down Julian's throat; I could see it spread his larynx wider as it went. I was amazed that his lungs were not deprived of the necessary oxygen while it was inside him. But I guess Caleb wouldn't let him die as he didn't let me.

I began to assist in the lovemaking by playing with Julian's nipple that was closest to me, eliciting a slight moan from him. A quick pinch and another moan escaped. All at once, his body stiffened and a gasp came from his throat. I smiled as Caleb and I didn't let up on my friend's sensory parts of his body. We sent him over the top several more times before Caleb withdrew from him. Julian looked up and smiled at him.

"It's time for the two of you to return to your plane. And unfortunately, this will be the last time we meet like this." Caleb told us with sad eyes.

We were shocked and both of us were about to complain about that, when he held up a hand to stop us in our tracks.

"This is difficult for me as well, as I have been watching both of you since you met on the airplane to Istanbul. I have helped the two of you fall in love with each other and I have fallen for the two of you as well. But this is how it's supposed to be. Know this, though; I will never leave you. I will always be there with the both of you as you grow up."

I felt better knowing that, but also sad as I would never actually see my new friend again.

"Before I send you back, though, I bestow a gift to the both of you," he said and touched both of our foreheads.

Darkness took us and the next thing I knew, we were waking up at dawn in each others' arms. The sun shot into our room like knives cutting into butter. I yawned and stretched, causing Roman to wake up as well. We smiled at each other again and got out of bed, ready to tackle the new day.

"Wonder what's going to happen on Saturday that's so important," he said, musingly.

"I don't know, but I guess we'll find out soon enough," I said, wondering the same thing myself.

Chapter 21
Saturday

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

We made our way downstairs to the dinning hall. Stephan was walking around like he had a pipe stuck up his butt. Roman and I smiled at each other and then I handed out the day's assignments. I told them that Uri was in charge while I went to talk to 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; for a moment. I found him in the study on the phone. I patiently waited till he hung up.

" 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I started and he nodded. "I need to go into town on Saturday and was wondering if some of the others could go with me. I would leave enough here at the castle to handle any needs that arise."

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

"I know, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, but these haven't left the castle since last autumn. I believe they need a break. It'll only be for a couple of hours, not all day."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thursday and Friday slipped by without a problem. No one knew Stephan was going into town as even 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; agreed it would be a good idea to keep it secret. Roman and I were to spend the night with him before heading into town the next day.

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

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

A whistle interrupted our embrace and we looked up to the top floor to see 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; waiting on the terrace above us. He didn't need to say anything; we had been standing there too long.

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

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

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

"Oh, please, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, don't hurt us," I said in a mocking voice.

"Why you little 3;," he said grabbing me. He ripped off my winter uniform like it was tissue paper and threw me over his lap. Roman 'tried' to stop him, but he was thrown back on the bed each time he 'tried'. All the while we were giggling like a pair of school girls.

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

"I agree," 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; replied. He unceremoniously dropped me to the floor and pulled Roman onto his lap in a flash. Before the boy could do anything about it, his pants were stripped down his legs, revealing his tender butt.

As Roman tried to fight him off, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; did the same to him. One hand held his arms down while the other delivered swat after swat to his naked ass. I saw my friend doing the same thing I did; grind his cock against our master's thigh. I snickered as I watched the whole thing develop the same way mine did.

When Roman climaxed, I felt something gentler go through me as well. I couldn't explain it as it hadn't happened before, but it was definitely something pleasurable. Roman sank down onto 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;'s lap as he calmed down a little from the "spanking".

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

"Fuck me, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," I answered then added, "Real hard." Roman moved off and he slid back onto the bed further. I straddled him and eased my small butt down to meet his stiff cock.

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

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

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

"Harder, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, harder," I bellowed out into the same coverings. I gripped the material in my fists to try and hold on to something. I wanted to get severely fucked by him this night and I wasn't going to sleep until I got just that.

At some point, I released the sheets and moved my arms in front of me. As I crossed them, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; reached up and grabbed onto the wrists, holding them together. I pushed out against his hands, but he held them fast. It was blissful the shagging he was giving me while holding me down like that.

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

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

52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; moaned slightly as he rolled over when I cleared his larger frame. Before I went to Roman, I did my slave's duty and cleaned his cock for him. He seemed satisfied with my work enough to let me go.

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

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

"Nothing, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," we answered in unison again. We shook off the feeling and joined him in bed.

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

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

Roman and I climaxed together and 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; followed shortly there after. I got the peculiar sensation of something being squirted inside me without it actually happening. It felt weird; nice, but weird. I got the sinking empty feeling as Roman climbed off the cock that had once filled his backside. As a good slave, he cleaned off the slimy cock and I tasted the flavor of the juices in my mouth. I kissed my master good night and all three of us fell asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The others panicked, but Roman and I held onto them as we led the way to the parlor. It took some ducking and diving onto the pavement, as bombs continued to rain down on the town as well as the castle, but we made it with only a few cuts and bruises. I looked for the tunnel 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; had told me about and found it behind the bar. The seven of them followed me with Roman bringing up the rear.

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

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

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

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

I choked down my feelings for him and headed off to find 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;. I found a lot of gunfire going off near the library. I rounded the corner to the hall and saw over twenty Russian soldiers outside the room. Thankfully they didn't see me. I put in a fresh clip of ammunition and breathed a quick prayer. I clicked the switch to fully auto. With one more breath, I rounded the corner and squeezed the trigger.

Chapter 22
Sovereign

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

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

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

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

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

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

Caleb was right; he was taken care of. He was killed in the initial attack on the castle at the start of the war. I saw him get hit with three bullets as I attacked the mob of soldiers outside the library. I got most of them, but some survived and one was about to shoot me, but 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; stepped in the way to take the hits. He died in my arms. Right then I knew the true cost of war.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?" he asked coming into my stateroom. I put down my reports to see him with only his collar around his neck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, but I want to do it," he said with another wiggle of his butt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 23
Zory Bound

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I took off the top and bottom of my suit. I was using the same clothing I used when I served 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; in his castle, but one exception; no collar around my neck. The same black top and pants with gold trim was still my style. I like the simple things, really.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 24
The White House

Sasha, Roman, and Zory make their way to the White House for a summit with President Reagan. Some things are discovered and some fun is had with Zory. Also, you (the fans) learn where I got the name of the story from 3;

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

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

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

Roman and I were wearing our black dress with white breechcloths while the others opted for a more contemporary look of modern clothing. I have always felt more comfortable with the style of clothing 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; had us wear for the winter when we were nothing but slaves. And the only difference anyone could really tell between Roman and I was the length of our hair. I grew mine out and sported it in a ponytail, while he kept it short and neat.

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

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

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

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

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

"I suppose I will have to 3; how you say 3; 'Wing it'?" I said and smiled at the laughter. After it died back down, I continued with a little more seriousness. "America has been the innovators for the west. I hope that in time, my country will be the same for our region as well. One day, I hope that a Kazakh will be standing on the moon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

During the night, though, I had a dream that visits me occasionally. It was the scene of the first attack on Martynoff Castle so many years ago. After 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; was shot and killed, I turned to lead the other slaves out of the castle. As I was leaving with three of the remaining slaves, we turned a corner. There stood an old face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The nightmare again, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?" I nodded. It was pointless to lie about it to him. "Maybe I could do something to take your mind off it?"

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

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

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

"Pull harder, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," he whispered. I did, but not too hard. He squeezed his anal muscles in response to the pain and my cock spazmed inside him, releasing its load to his innards.

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

"Harder, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," he rasped to me. He arched his back as I gave him what he asked for. And as he came, I was repelled from inside him. His body eased back down onto mine when it finally relaxed. We took a breath before cleaning up the mess we had made. I 'spooned' my body around his as we nodded off to a more peaceful night's sleep.

Shakey Psyche

The Joseph Experience

Chapters 19-24

Chapter 19
Stephan's Rape

Chapter 20
Revisitation

Chapter 21
Saturday

Chapter 22
Sovereign

Chapter 23
Zory Bound

Chapter 24
The White House

Shakey Psyche

The Joseph Experience

Chapters 19-24

Chapter 19Stephan's Rape

Chapter 20Revisitation

Chapter 21Saturday

Chapter 22Sovereign

Chapter 23Zory Bound

Chapter 24The White House

Chapter 19
Stephan's Rape

Chapter 20
Revisitation

Chapter 21
Saturday

Chapter 22
Sovereign

Chapter 23
Zory Bound

Chapter 24
The White House