Shakey Psyche

The Joseph Experience

Chapters 25-29

Chapter 25
Buckingham's Gift

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

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

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

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

"An angel?" he asked, looking at me with suspicion. I smiled.

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

"Do the others know about it?"

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

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

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

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

"I liked him, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," he said with a smile.

"I did too, Zory," I answered back.

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

"Reminds you of us, eh?" my friend asked with a slight smile of his own.

"Just a little."

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

Sasha,

I enjoyed our talks together a great deal. I hope after the past two weeks you can come to call me one of your 'closest companions' as well.

I have marked the story of Joseph in the book of Genesis for you to read at your leisure, and I hope that you will do so. I also hope that you will draw strength from it. We all have a destiny to fulfill, but how we fulfill it is strictly in God's hands.

I wish you all the best in the future for you and your adopted country.

Your friend,

Ronald Reagan.

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

Sasha,

I know you didn't ask me for this, but I took it upon myself to search for your parents for you while you were here. I gave strict orders to the person doing the searching that only he was to do the job. Also, that when he found them, they were not to be contacted in any way, shape, or form.

The search is complete and all the information concerning your immediate family is in this file. You may do with it as you wish, but before you make your final decision, read the story of Joseph first.

I made absolute sure that the only people that knew about this were you, me, and the man I hired to search for them. And I trust him completely, so that arrangement still exists until you deem otherwise.

Good luck,

Ronald Reagan.

P. S. I would love to visit Kazakhstan in the future and be your guest one day.

"I'm sure you would, Mr. President," I said to myself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ready for bed?" I asked him when I was clean. He nodded exhaustively.

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

Chapter 26
Plan and Execute

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

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

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

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

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

"Problem?" I asked Roman.

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

" 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, Zory told me of your plan," he started, but a little afraid of my reaction. I wasn't exactly keeping it a secret. If I told Zory to keep it to himself, then he would, but I didn't this time. I told him to continue. "I would like to offer myself to one of them. Then you could hold them on a charge that I didn't want it."

"We might even tape it, Sasha," Roman suggested. It's great being King.

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

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

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

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

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

"How do you like our country, gentlemen?" I asked.

"Just fine, sir," James said, smiling.

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

"No sir, we have a brother at home; Billy," Brad injected.

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

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

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

"Well, we had another brother, but he was killed several years ago."

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

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

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

I told him how to do it and it was done perfectly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How did the war get started, sir," Brad asked.

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

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

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

"These are slaves?" James asked, disbelievingly.

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

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

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

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

"Now, are you going to be more cautious in the future?" I demanded from him.

"Yes, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," he said, sniffling and rubbing his ass a little.

"Good. Then finish your chores."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you alright?" I asked, referring to the spanking from before.

"Are you kidding, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;? That was soft compared to some I have gotten."

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

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

"Make myself available to him, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," he said, with a smile.

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

"No problem, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;. I like doing this; it's evil." He smiled a wicked smile as he turned to leave the room.

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

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

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

"Well, he did put his hand on my butt, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, but then he apologized for it," he told me. I smiled. I would have to say that was something.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You want this, don't you?" I hissed into his ear.

"UUMMPPH!!" he replied while nodding his head vigorously.

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

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

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

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

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

"Some rest, please, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," he begged softly. I ignored it.

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

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

"You know I won't be able to walk properly tomorrow, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;," he said with a slight snicker in his voice.

"Quit complaining or we'll do it again," I cautioned him.

"No offense, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;, but I don't think you could get it up if your life depended on it."

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

Chapter 27
Hook, Line, and Sinker

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So you're allies with them?" he asked as we descended a bank.

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

"Sort of a 'live and let live' policy," he offered.

"Pretty much, James," I returned.

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

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

"What disturbance?"

"They did not say; just to get you back there immediately."

"Understood. Start the helicopter; we are on our way."

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

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

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

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

"He won't let any of us near him, sir," he said.

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

"Yurik?" I asked, tentatively.

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

"What happened?" I asked him, sitting back on my heel as I knelt down.

"He 3; he 3; put his 3; thing in me, sir. I told him that I didn't want it, but he did it anyway. Please don't punish me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't know what to say, sir," James started lamely.

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

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

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

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

"What happens now, Mr. Chancellor?" James asked. We were back to titles; good.

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

"How long before a trial?"

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

"WHAT? Why?" Brad found his voice again.

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

"That's barbaric," Brad cried.

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

That silenced any further discussion on that topic.

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

"What do you mean, Mr. Chancellor?" James asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When he was done with his ass, he yanked him over and removed the gag.

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

"Please turn it off, sir," he rasped.

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

"What are you going to do with Johnny?" Brad asked, sounding defeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nothing, sir," James said, looking downcast.

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

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

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

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

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

"Three days, Mr. Cooley, not a moment longer," I warned him.

Chapter 28
Fulfillment

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

"You know, you're evil," he said, joking.

"Of course," I answered back with a smile.

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

"You were wonderful, Yurik," I told him as I kissed his forehead.

"So you got what you need, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?"

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

"I love this place, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;. Everyone here wants to wait on me like I am the master. It's great." He had this huge shit-eating grin on his face.

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

"Oh, that," he said, with a sheepish smile. "I actually enjoyed some of it, sir. It felt kind of good to let him do those things to me, even though they hurt. Does that make me weird, 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88;?"

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

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

"Do you know how much trouble you are in, Mr. Cooley?" I asked him flatly.

"Yeah, they told me," he said, nursing a black eye with the palm of his hand.

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

"You mean you want another slave to give me my freedom?"

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

"He didn't die," he whispered.

"What did you say?" I asked, in a dangerous tone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sasha, what is going on?" he asked, straight out.

"Good to hear from you too, Mr. Reagan," I sent back to him.

"Oh, don't give me that. What're you up to over there?"

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

"This is all a setup?"

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

"They are American citizens, Sasha, not your playthings."

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

"Handle it however you see fit, Mr. Chancellor."

"Thank you, Mr. President. Have a good day, sir." I hung up the phone.

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

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

"Who are you?" he asked, scared.

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

"You took my brother," he stated crossly.

"Because your brother hurt my friend; very badly. He must be punished for it."

"What did he do?" he asked, letting his guard down a little.

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

"Do you know what sex is?"

"Yeah; it's where babies come from. But what does that have to do with Johnny?"

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

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

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

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

"Okay, I guess. This ain't so bad."

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

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

"Please take that out of me," he asked immediately.

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

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

Billy looked down at his hands and nodded.

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

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

"Because he didn't die, and I know where he is right now."

He was definitely stunned by this news.

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you going to take my son from me?" she asked flat out.

"Which one are you referring to, Mrs. Cooley?" I spoke amusingly.

"The one in your lap, sir," she said, with a hint of panic in her voice.

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

"Johnny?" she asked.

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

"He means Sean," he said, proudly, while I was still fondling him.

All five of them were on their feet in a flash.

"But Sean's dead, sir," my father spoke at last. I turned my gaze to John.

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 29
Revelations

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

"I am Sean."

"I am not amused, sir," he said, taking a step back from me.

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

"Is that good enough for you?" I asked, turning my question to my brothers.

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you really Sean?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Yes, Billy, I am Sean," I answered.

"Do you want your room back?" he asked innocently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is there a problem?" I asked the general room.

"He won't put his clothes back on," my mother complained slightly.

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

"He can't go around naked, Sean," she said.

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

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

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

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

"He doesn't like us," my father stated as he made his way to a chair again.

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

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

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

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

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

"I think you would understand everything better if I started at the beginning after the three of them tied me to the tree and left me there alone." I sort of stared at them and my three older brothers turned to their food. "A man came 3;"

I told them the tale as best as I could remember it, skipping a few parts in between, of course. I did tell them of how Julian and I met, then 52; 72; 89; 90; 77; 88; buying us. My encounter with Yurgi and Caleb followed. The war years and rebuilding years continued the story. My trip to Washington to visit with their president and what he found out about them was next. I finished off with my plan to lure them here.

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

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

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

"So," Johnny chimed in finally, "I can have this little boy if I want to."

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

"I can't believe you allow this, Sasha," James spoke up.

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

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

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

"How long have you been having sex with him?" my mother asked, nodding to Zory.

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

"How far do you go with him?" James asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, James," I said with a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Would you care for a turn with him?"

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

"Enjoy yourselves," I told them with a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Conclusion

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

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

The End