THE CODICIL PART 2
By Pueros

copyright 2005 by Pueros, all rights reserved 

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

This is the second of five parts of a story of sexual sado-
masochism, as rumoured to be practised by some of the new multi-
millionaires and billionaires of modern Russia.

Part Two - Induction

'I think if the devil doesn't exist, but man has created him, he
has created him in his own image and likeness.'

- F‰dor Dostoyevsky ('Brothers Karamazov', II.v.4)

(A large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian
countryside, conveniently close to Moscow, late 1990s)

After Sergei had nervously stepped out of the large Mercedes
limousine, he had been greeted formally at the back of an
impressive large dacha by an expectant uniformed adult male
house-servant, who appeared to the boy to be some kind of butler.
This man then guided the young new arrival through the rear
doorway and up two flights of stairs to one of the many luxurious
en-suite guest bedrooms in the currently quiet residence.

"You'll remove your attire," the rather quiet and stern-looking
man subsequently instructed Sergei, once the pair had reached the
bedroom and whilst pointing a finger towards a round plastic
clothes bin, "and place them in there for later disposal, as you
won't be using them again!" The boy immediately experienced a
twinge of sorrow for the imminent loss of his expensive brand new
genuine designer garments, which he was wearing for the first
time. He also considered that being deprived of them so soon
after acquiring them to be a rather tragic waste. However, he now
knew from his comprehensive training by the pornographer that he
should not express views about such matters without permission.

"You'll then wash and groom yourself very carefully," the man
continued, "before redressing only in the white briefs placed on
the bed for you. You'll find that they are your size!"

Sergei glanced at the pristine minuscule lycra briefs, whose
white hue was, unknown to him, supposed to emphasise his
virginity. The boy then immediately realised that the attire
might be his size but they would barely cover his private parts
and also be very tight fitting, therefore leaving little to the
imagination as to what they were trying to conceal.

"I suggest that you then rest quietly on the bed," the man
concluded, "until I return to collect you after all of the
important guests have arrived." Without ever providing other
instructions or information, or a reassuring word or smile, to
the very nervous Sergei, the taciturn servant then turned and
departed from the bedroom.

Sergei was immediately tempted to try to escape from what he
suddenly considered in panic was a bizarrely surreal situation of
his own desperate silly making. However, two factors then both
deterred him from such action and dispelled his belief in his own
stupidity, one of which was remembrance of his ill sister, who
would soon be flying to the USA to receive urgent and very
expensive medical treatment. The relevant necessary funds had
been released on the previous day, as soon as her brother had
signed a certain contract.

The other factor was Sergei's appreciation that, having agreed
his contract, there was no safe retreat from his commitment. The
boy had been told, before he signed the document, that any
malefactors who failed to honour the legal obligations would not
be sued. They would instead be murdered.

Sergei therefore now proceeded to obey the servant's
instructions. The boy, whose nails had already been impeccably
manicured, subsequently, for the second time that day, stripped
and showered, and then again carefully combed his straight silky
fair hair, trimmed neatly and fashionably in a bowl style. As he
did so, some minor discomfort within his still virginal rectum
caused him to be thankful that he did not have to suffer another
enema. He had already earlier had to undergo that particular
disturbing and demeaning process at the hands of the pornographer
in that man's apartment.

Sergei eventually found himself putting on the tight minuscule
white briefs and then checking his refection in a tall wall
mirror, apparently specially provided in the bedroom just for
such a purpose. The boy now immediately appreciated that his
earlier premonition that the skimpy garment would barely conceal
what was covered by the shiny lycra was clearly correct. The
clever tailoring ensured that the full bulging outline of his
genitals was obvious and that the pleasant curvature of each of
his buttocks was nicely highlighted.

Sergei's abashment at such blatant clear exhibition of his barely
covered private parts was subsequently intensified by growth in
his cock, which apparently narcissistically liked what was being
displayed in the mirror, with the highlight being the obviously
hardening penile shaft itself. In an effort to soften his unruly
penis and reduce his embarrassment, the boy therefore quickly
stepped away from his own reflection to go instead to lie on the
bed and consider, whilst awaiting his fateful summons, matters
other than his personal appearance. However, his manoeuvre did
not work.

As Sergei lay face-upwards on the bed, with his head resting on
his hands and whilst trying to think of unexciting matters,
unrelated to his current circumstances, his barely covered cock
remained resolutely hard. The boy, constantly reminded of his
virtual nudity and the associated reasons by the feel of the
tight sparse attire enveloping his loins, could not prevent his
thoughts from regularly returning to his surreal situation,
whereby he was bravely but very reluctantly offering to become
some wealthy sadist's sex toy.

Sergei was rightly nervous and fearful about what he had
irreversibly committed himself to but his cock seemed to be
incongruously excited by the prospect of the life of degradation
and pain to come. The naughty penis even began, visibly within
the tight confines of the lycra briefs, to harden even more and
throb, as the boy again could not help but reconsider his
predicament.

Sergei already knew that he was desperate to masturbate. The boy
had been granted such much-needed sexual relief a few weeks
previously when, after arriving at the pornographer's apartment
for his preparation and training for his prospective new job, the
man had removed the perspex chastity device from the 14 year-
old's smooth genitals.

Sergei had at the time been so frantic to enjoy the pleasure of
masturbation that he had not even minded achieving his aim with
deliberate slow artfulness, whilst lying face-up on a bed in
front of the pornographer's cameras. The literal climax of the
subsequent photo montages and video film had been the fountain-
like ejaculation of several copious spurts of cum into the air
before the semen eventually succumbed to gravity. The sperm,
produced in greater quantity than ever before in the 14 year-
old's young life, then fell back onto his smooth chest, belly,
groin and upper legs, as well as onto the teenage hand delivering
such fruitful ecstasy.

Sergei, though, had not been allowed to masturbate in the weeks
since, his genitals having been re-introduced to the chastity
device, where the devilish transparent perspex contraption had
stayed until his earlier washing and grooming on this day in the
pornographer's apartment. The boy also knew better than to
attempt to gain relief from his intense sexual frustrations now,
just as he was to embark upon his new life.

Sergei's mutually agreed terms and conditions of employment,
enforced by the contract he had signed on the previous day,
promised him grievous punishment for just touching his cock
without permission, with even worse enforceable for masturbating.
The boy knew from his training that such penance would still be
inflicted on him in his present position, when no-one had yet
bought his services at auction.

The only standing approval for handling his own cock now granted
to Sergei involved washing and dressing, and even then such
action had to be kept to an absolute minimum. Avoidance of
touching his penis during urination was to be achieved if
necessary by performing the deed in the sitting permission.

Sergei's desperate desire to masturbate emanated from his raging
hormones, whose turbulence was, unknowingly to him, strengthened
by powerful viagra-like aphrodisiacs secretly mixed by the
pornographer into his young prot‚g‚'s food and drink during his
period of preparation and training in the man's apartment. The
boy would subsequently never know that the highly effective
additives would now become a regular feature of his diet for the
next year. He would instead mistakenly attribute the suddenly
developed increased intensity of his sex-drive only to the
natural evolution of a growing male teenager.

As Sergei lay on the bed, somehow successfully resisting the
acute temptation to masturbate, he could hear the arrival of many
cars at the dacha. However, as the window of the bedroom assigned
to the boy was at the rear of the building and only overlooked a
part of the dense surrounding forest, he could not see the
vehicles or the passengers. If he could have done, he would have
observed big and expensive chauffeured limousines bringing
casually but richly dressed men, as well as some women.

After Sergei had lain quietly and patiently on the bed for about
1« hours, with a constantly hard cock, the dour servant
eventually returned to the boy's assigned room. "Stand up," the
man, who was carrying a black leather bag, then succinctly
instructed the scantily-clad 14 year-old, "and let me inspect
you!"

Sergei did what he was told, compliantly and conveniently
positioning himself in the midlle of a broad open space in the
bedroom so that the servant could walk round him if he wanted to
do so. The boy also obediently placed his hands on his head in a
manner taught to him by the pornographer for the occasions when
he was being subjected to formal inspection.

Sergei's beautiful face then blushed in embarrassment when he
noticed that the servant was smirking, apparently at observation
of the obvious outline of resolutely maintained penile excitement
at the front of the boy's skimpy briefs. However, such correct
appreciation of the cause of the man's sneer only incongruously
tempted the unruly penis to grow even harder, the clear sight of
which phenomenon encouraged the adult snigger to become even
broader and the shamed juvenile facial redness to deepen.

The servant subsequently did not choose to walk around the
clearly delectable and abashed Sergei. He instead subjected the
still blushing boy to the full formal inspection ritual
previously taught to the 14 year-old by the pornographer. After
checking with careful deliberation the immaculate front fa‡ade of
the shamed young teenager, the man continued the rite by uttering
another command, which consisted only of one word.

"Turn!" the servant ordered and, as taught, Sergei revolved 90 
to his right to enable the man to inspect his left profile, from
which angle the boy's penile excitement was even more noticeable.
After two later repetitions of the man's order, the humiliated 14
year-old's highly attractive rear and then other side had also
been carefully examined.

Sergei, still with his hands on his reddened head, eventually
again found himself facing the still smirking servant, who then
retrieved a broad black leather slave-collar with embedded
silvery bondage rings and matching wrist and ankle cuffs from his
bag. Without saying another word, the man subsequently approached
the boy and immovably attached, with the aid of tiny padlocks,
these S&M adornments to the 14 year-old's perfect form.

The servant completed his decoration of Sergei by linking, with
short and narrow but strong silvery chain, the padlock on each of
the black leather handcuffs to that on the rear of the boy's
slave-collar. The man did so in such a way that the 14 year-old's
elbows were forced to protrude from their respective sides of the
back of the young teenager's sublime head.

The servant then stood back to check his handiwork before finally
instructing Sergei to "Follow me!" The boy did so, following the
man out of the bedroom, with his uplifted hands now firmly and
embarrassingly chained behind his head to his slave-collar.

Sergei followed the servant along the lushly decorated and
carpeted corridor leading to the stairs up which he had recently
climbed to reach the second-floor bedroom. The boy subsequently
discovered that the descent down what appeared to be steps mainly
used by staff was much more humiliating than when he had
ascended. Not only was he scantily dressed, noticeably aroused
and chained but also the wide corridor at the bottom of the two
flights was much busier than previously experienced.

Young servants of both sexes were scurrying hither and thither
from the kitchens to a large room, located around a corner at the
bottom of the stairs, where the dacha owner and his special
guests had gathered to enjoy a champagne buffet prior to the
day's main event. However, from Sergei's perspective, he could
not actually see the reception taking place, especially as he and
the man guiding him now proceeded in a different direction.

Sergei could therefore only guess what was occurring in the
unseen room from the fare passing before him on trays and
trolleys and the loud noise of conversation and laughter
emanating from the reception. The boy was also now distracted
from his thoughts about the matter, as well as from his feeling
of shame at being exhibited in his current manner before the
servants.

Sergei's distraction resulted from the fact that the young and
universally very attractive waiters and waitresses, who were
carrying trays and pushing trolleys and appeared to be aged
between 14 and 16 years, were even more scantily attired than he
was. Both genders wore tight minuscule golden thongs, with the
girls topless and many of the boys exhibiting clear signs of
penile arousal. They also all sported fillets in their hair, neck
chokers, medallions, wristlets and anklets of the same richly
glistening colour, with some of them additionally bearing body-
piercing jewellery and tattoos and other markings.

Many of the boys' thongs were ballooning outwards as a
consequence of their penile hardness, sometimes to the extent
that their scrotums became exposed. Sergei was to discover, as he
later occasionally acted as a waiter in similar circumstances,
that there were three main reasons for such displays of young
male virility.

Firstly, many of the young waiters had for the event deliberately
been subjected to lengthy enforced chastity, although Sergei was
to remain innocently unaware that such sexual frustration was
exacerbated by the regular inclusion of strong aphrodisiacs in
their diet. Secondly, they were frequently intimately fondled
when serving the guests, often whilst their fine features were
debated. Thirdly, given the narcissistic and masochistic nature
of the inherent sexuality of most of the boys, they actually
gained real pleasure from being so displayed, manhandled and
discussed.

If Sergei had also looked at the girls more closely, he might
have realised from the likes of the looks in their eyes and the
firmness of their nipples that they too, for the same reasons,
were similarly aroused. However, the boy only learnt three months
later about the practice and purpose of bringing all of the young
waiting staff to such peaks of sexual excitement, when he too
played the role.

The boys and girls were supposed to serve the guests with not
only food and drink but also themselves if any of the men or
women wanted sex with them. The latter activity could be of any
kind, as long as it conformed to the terms of their contracts,
which could exclude certain practices.

For example, Sergei had deliberately contracted to be prepared to
experience virtually every S&M activity, thereby seriously
increasing his likely auction value, but with the riders that
such sex-play was not seriously permanently injurious and did not
include 'scat', which really disgusted him. The brave and
selfless boy had wanted to maximise his worth as much as he
believed that he could tolerate because the precise medical costs
to be incurred by his sister were unknown, although they were
bound to be huge.

Sergei was even prepared to suffer some discreet permanent body
decoration, and had also agreed to a certain much more
potentially serious modification to his gorgeous form in a
codicil to his contract. However, he hoped that his consent to
such possibilities would in most cases prove irrelevant, as he
perhaps naively wished that his services could ultimately be
bought by someone whose sadistic interests were only mild.

Sergei was a rare exception in entering the secret and perverse
world of exceptionally rich sexual sadists. Unlike most of the
other boys and girls who had volunteered for service with such
degenerate people, he did not recognise any sado-masochistic
tendencies within his own sexuality, although his unruly cock did
sometimes incongruously appear to react contrary to such a
perception.

Sergei's cock also visibly reacted now, as the bulge in his
briefs increased in size at the sight of the beautiful scantily-
clad young waiting staff scurrying about in front of him. None of
them appeared bothered about their virtual nudity and arousal but
a few did glance with clear interest in the chained boy's
direction.

Sergei had always previously considered himself to be developing
into a normal heterosexual. However, he was now suddenly confused
and concerned as to which gender of young waiting staff he was
most attracted, especially as his rampant cock twitched most when
a particularly gorgeous boy of about his own age but with
contrasting dark brown hair and eyes looked at him.

Sergei noticed that the other beautiful boy displayed a small
black emblem on the middle of his completely smooth chest, where
both rosy nipples had also been pierced and adorned with silver
rings. The dark symbol between these ornamented young male tits
depicted a double-headed eagle.

The young waiter smiled seductively, whilst looking Sergei up and
down and licking his lips, as if conveying a silent message to
the chained boy that perhaps they might sometime play together in
a very adult rather than childish manner. The servant's already
ballooning golden thong additionally became even more
outstretched, now not only revealing his rotund smooth scrotum
but also a significant proportion of his fulsome erection.

Perhaps unfortunately, given the mutually sexually charged
circumstances, the exchanged glance between the pair of lovely
boys proved by individual necessity to be very fleeting. The
young waiter could not linger from attending to his duties,
whilst Sergei was whisked away in a different direction by the
adult servant guiding him. The boy was led to a set of double-
doors, which the man slid sideways to open and reveal another
exotic sight.

The very large, ornately decorated and luxuriantly carpeted
rectangular room through the double-doors was only furnished with
six low but sturdy mirrored tables, positioned centrally in a
widely separated circle. The wall beyond was made entirely of
transparent glass, through which a panorama of part of the dense
forest surrounding the dacha was visible.

On the left wall was another set of double-doors, from where
noisy conversation and laughter emanated. Sergei immediately
correctly presumed that the reception room, where the host and
guests had apparently assembled, must be beyond. However, the
boy's thoughts did not linger on the dacha's ground-floor layout
for too long but instead focused on the fact that five of the six
mirrored tables were occupied.

On top of each table stood, with feet slightly apart, a beautiful
14 year-old boy, all well groomed, skimpily attired and chained
in a similar manner to Sergei.

(Reception room of a large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the
Russian countryside, conveniently close to Moscow, same time)

The dacha was owned by a man in his mid forties, who was of short
but broad stature and had made his billions, measured in dollars
not just roubles, during the Yeltzin era by buying state
enterprises at indecently inexpensive prices. The government had
dubiously privatised many such concerns by giving shares in
voucher form to each worker and he had successfully managed to
manipulate the system to his lucrative advantage.

Ordinary impecunious Russians, unused to capitalism and not
knowing the true value of their vouchers, were soon easily
persuaded to sell their shares very cheaply in return for cash.
Relatively puny monetary outlays on the part of unscrupulous
entrepreneurs thereby acquired businesses worth billions.
Substantial bribes to government officials aided the process.

The public profile the new Russian billionaire attempted to
display was one of an immensely wealthy capitalist, who
benevolently donated a lot of money to charitable causes. In
fact, the sadistic bisexual man spent far more resources
satisfying his sexual tastes, which were shared by some similarly
depraved and corruptly very wealthy business colleagues. They had
established a secret organisation to secure their pleasures, with
a genuine co-owned enterprise helping to act as a front to
disguise the temporary disappearance from homes and family, as
supposed company trainees, of certain young teenagers, such as
Sergei.

In return for political and other favours, the billionaires and
multi-millionaires also allowed foreigners and poorer compatriots
of similar sexual persuasions and of both genders to join the
organisation, which was operated on business-like lines. The
young employees, who were the focus of the members' interests,
were all awarded very well-remunerated contracts, which would be
rigorously adhered to by their bosses as long as the invariably
teenage workers also fully met their commitments.

On this day, the new young employees, whose contracts were being
offered for auction, comprised only beautiful 14 year-old males.
On other regular occasions, varying age groups of either boys or
girls would be sold, and usually all of the teenagers offering
themselves possessed, despite their tender years, recognised
masochistic tendencies. Such an inherent deviant sexuality had
not only helped their identification as suitable recruits for the
secret organisation but also encouraged their preparedness to
earn vast sums through pandering to the perverse whims of adults.

The host and his about thirty adult guests were all, except for
one person, sinisterly dressed in the attire of an S&M master or
mistress. The exception was a bearded man clothed in the
immaculate flowing costume of a rich Arab Sheikh.

The moustached billionaire wore a peaked cap, open waistcoat,
which revealed his hairy bare chest, tight trousers and boots,
all of pristine shiny black leather. The heads of several other
men were covered by all-embracing hoods, whilst some women masked
their eyes. Dangling from the belts of everyone in S&M gear were,
with obvious purpose, relatively uniform detachable straps.

The host and guests happily chatted, whilst consuming copious
amounts of expensive champagne and delicacies, such as caviar.
The adults also regularly fondled the young serving staff.

Whilst this exotic scene was proceeding, one exceedingly handsome
14 year-old boy, attired in a ballooning golden thong and whose
delectably curvaceous bare bottom was pinched, accidentally in
surprise knocked over one of the glasses of expensive champagne
on his tray. His accident unfortunately occurred as he was
offering more of the precious sparkling wine to the host, who in
response then ominously ordered the young waiter to "Put your
tray down, brat, and bend over!" The man was clearly more amused
than annoyed because he was smiling as he uttered his command and
whilst he also joyously detached the hard leather strap from his
belt.

"Who does this brat belong to?" the host then loudly enquired,
although he believed that he already knew the answer. The small
black double-headed eagle branded onto the middle of the boy's
chest, plus the adjacent nipple rings, not of gold but silver,
which was the preferred precious metal for purposes of body
ornamentation of the master of the 14 year-old, provided the
necessary clear evidence.

Not all of the young waiting staff were employed by the host, as
he believed that there was a practical, although not financial,
limit as to how many teenagers he could keep at one time for his
perverse pleasures. The rest had been borrowed for the day from
other members of his depraved organisation, with selection being
made only from those who did not currently display visible signs
of recent abuse.

The boy, who happened to be the one who had exchanged mutually
excited glances with Sergei earlier and was now accustomed to
receiving debasing and often ultimately anguishing commands,
obeyed the host without hesitation. The 14 year-old knew that he
would suffer extra punishment for any delay.

As the boy assumed the required degrading pose, with hands
reaching for separated shins, his sensuous brown eyes noticed,
from their now upside down perspective, as he glanced back
through his splayed legs, that his minuscule thong was ballooning
more than ever. Unlike Sergei, this 14 year-old had to confess
that his young sexuality did indeed possess a strong, albeit not
all-consuming, element of masochism.

The boy was therefore anticipating the imminent beating with a
strange mixture of dread and desire. He was also expecting his
punishment to be increased for an imminent further misdemeanour,
which he was sure he would be unable to prevent in his current
circumstances, given the obvious needs of his rampant cock.

"Young Yuri's mine," one of the hooded men replied in answer to
the question asked by the host. The latter, knowing that
punishing boys or girls whom he did not employ but who committed
errors would be acceptable to their masters on this day, then
politely sought agreement as to the tariff to be suffered. "In
your opinion," he enquired, "would ten blows across the clumsy
brat's buttocks from my strap be too much or too little for
knocking over a glass of expensive champagne?"

"I wouldn't hit him there at all," the hooded guest replied,
"because, given the clearly rampant state the masochistic brat's
in, after three weeks of enforced celibacy, he'd probably gain
some enjoyment from the beating and spurt cum into his golden
thong. Why not flog his erection and scrotum ten times instead,
as I'm sure he'd thoroughly detest rather than perversely gain
some sexual compensation from such action?"

"Good idea," the delighted host responded, as his imminent young
victim's dread increased significantly whilst his desire totally
disappeared. Yuri also cursed in his mind his cruel master. The
hooded man had been accurate with his advice to the host about
the boy hating and deriving no masochistic joy whatsoever from a
genital flogging, as was currently being demonstrated by a sudden
sad return to flaccidity of his previously hard but now seriously
endangered cock.

"Stand up then, brat," the happy host next commanded, "and remove
your thong." Despite Yuri's sudden reluctance to obey an order,
the boy still appreciated the lack of wisdom in displaying any
hesitation or argument.

Consequently, Yuri quickly moved his reluctant and now slightly
trembling hands to the two sides of the thin elastic waist-cord
holding his suddenly no longer ballooning skimpy thong in place
and began to lower his sole garment. The boy was then soon
standing humiliatingly naked in front of the man who was
imminently to flog his now suddenly softened completely smooth
cock and balls.

By this time, the large array of adult male and female guests, in
their exotic leather or Arab costumes, had gathered to watch the
fun and most had chortled at the host's next action and comment.
The man ignored the fact that Yuri's completely smooth and very
pleasantly proportioned genitals were tightly encased by a
silvery cockring, which was a common adornment. Instead, having
noticed a minuscule pair of similarly shiny orbs at the sides of
the boy's now flaccid penis, just short of the glands at the
penile head, which were currently covered by copious foreskin,
the man reached out to grasp the 14 year-old's member.

The host then raised the softened organ upwards and remarked in
delight "I see that your master has ornamented your cock with a
silver frenum piercing!" The evidence was the tiny barbell-like
piece of jewellery, whose shaft had been inserted through the
soft flesh on the underside of the boy's penis, leaving only the
end orbs visible.

"Perhaps," the host subsequently suggested to Yuri's master,
whilst releasing the boy's cock, "you might sometime want to
consider additional genital ornamentation. Let me provide you
with some examples!"

Noticing one of his own young male servants holding a tray of
expensive delicacies nearby, the host summoned the lovely boy,
who possessed golden nipple and navel piercing rings and an
obvious erection, to place the tray he was carrying on a table
and come to him. The young practically naked waiter was also
displaying, like all of the other males and females in their
particular master's service, a small brandmark in the middle of
his smooth chest, which depicted the initials of the man's name
in the Cyrillic alphabet.

The boy complied immediately with the host's command. Having
overheard the earlier conversation, the 15 year-old was also
already fully expecting his master's next order before the words
were actually uttered on arrival before the man.

The boy's golden thong was then quickly around his ankles instead
of his loins, as the thirty guests ogled his comprehensively
decorated hairless genitalia. The 15 year-old's private parts,
including his pubes, had originally been painfully plucked to
complete smoothness by his master and were subsequently kept in
this state by daily application of a very effective hair
inhibitor lotion.

The boy's sexual organs were also now adorned with a tightly
encircling golden cockring and with an array of minuscule
piercing ornaments of the same precious metal. The 15 year-old's
erection displayed a 'ladder' of frenum barbells along the full
length of the underside of his hard penile shaft, culminating in
one called a 'lorum' at the base, adjacent to his nicely rotund
scrotum.

There was also a 'Prince Albert', which consisted of a forward-
pointing golden circlet that entered the boy's urethra before
exiting just beyond the first tiny frenum barbell. Alongside were
two similar rings at the edges of the foreskin.

There were also four 'hafadas', which were rings evenly
decorating the sides and underneath of the boy's scrotum. A
similar 'guiche' additionally adorned his perineum, which was
under his scrotal sac and near his anus.

Tiny Cyrillic symbols, reflecting his master's initials, had also
been branded onto the upper middle surface of the boy's cock.
Matching lettering additionally decorated each of the twin ball
sacs that comprised his nicely low-hanging scrotum.

"Show my guests your tongue," the host next commanded. The boy
obliged, revealing in the process that this oral organ had been
pierced and adorned with a golden stud too. "This ornament," his
smirking master then commented, "make's his performance of
fellatio much more entertaining!"

"I might sometime remove the 'Prince Albert'," the host
subsequently advised, as his guests continued to ogle the boy's
comprehensively decorated sexual organs, "and replace it with an
'ampallang' or 'apradravya' barbell. The first penetrates in an
initially very painful way the cockhead glands, horizontally
through the urethra or just above, whilst the second is similar
but vertical. I might also circumcise him and add some similar
'dydoe' piercings around the top edges of the cut foreskin."
"When I want to keep the brat chaste," the man additionally
informed, "I already add extra central foreskin rings, which make
arousal very unwise!"

The host subsequently dismissed the skimpily re-attired blushing
boy back to his previous duties and summoned the collection from
a storeroom of a spare low mirrored table, on top of which he
then forcefully instructed Yuri to stand with "Hands on head and
legs wide apart, brat!" The height of this particular item of
sturdy furniture, around which all of the guests had eagerly
gathered to watch the fun, ensured that the boy's ringed genitals
were now nicely at the same level as the man's smirking head, in
perfect position for imminent chastisement.

"You'll receive ten strokes from my strap to your cock and balls,
brat," the host reaffirmed before ominously adding, "but, if at
anytime, you lose your positioning, the latest hit won't count.
You'd therefore better ready yourself to receive the first blow!"

Yuri, sensuous brown eyes suddenly becoming damp in anticipation
of the horror to come, tried his best to comply with the sadistic
host's advice, as he also watched the man size and practise the
first strike of his sinister strap. However, as a vicious and
accurately delivered uppercut from the cruel leather later struck
the underside of the boy's scrotum, the resultant excruciation
was so acute that he could not help but fail to maintain his
pose. The 14 year-old instead instinctively moved his hands from
the silky dark brown hair of his head to his smooth agonised
groin. The young teenager also simultaneously uttered a rather
muted yelp, whose volume was lessened by the breathlessness
induced by the terrible blow.

As Yuri perpetrated his unfortunate but rather natural
misdemeanour, a loud outbreak of adult chortling could
additionally be heard all around him.

(Temporary auction room of a large luxurious dacha in a quiet
part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to Moscow,
same time)

Sergei was obediently standing quietly and patiently on his round
mirrored table, with five other very lovely and bright boys of
the same age doing the same nearby, all facing the centre of the
circle formed by the furniture. The original selection committee
responsible for contracting the young sextet prized intelligence
almost as much as beauty, as the members knew that the eventual
masters of the young teenagers would gain greater enjoyment from
abusing clever rather than stupid recruits to their sadistic
worlds.

A golden but otherwise simple medallion had been temporarily
placed around every boy's neck. Each adornment depicted a
different Cyrillic number, ranging from one to six. None of the
14 year-olds' names would be referred to during the eventual
auction because only their allocated numerals would be used for
identification purposes.

Sergei, who had been allocated the number '1', and the other 14
year-olds, who originated from disparate communities throughout
Russia, suddenly heard a noticeable smacking noise, followed by a
muted yelp and loud laughter emanating from the next room. An
adult voice subsequently shouting "Your cowardly reaction, brat,
means that that stroke doesn't count!" immediately suggested to
the astute waiting sextet what type of sadistic event was
happening on the other side of the relevant double-doors.

The correctness of the boys' basic perception was later
apparently confirmed by more sounds of hard leather hitting
vulnerable flesh at relaxed intervals and of increasingly
vociferous shrieks and laughter, as well as several further loud
declarations that certain blows would be repeated. In response to
hearing such distressing noises, Sergei's covered cock, which had
remained resolutely hard within his minuscule tight briefs,
suddenly began to soften. However, he could not help but notice
that the bulges at the front of the similarly sparse white lycra
garments of his fellow 14 year-old Russians did not reduce and,
in some cases, actually increased in size.

Sergei then for the first time really began to realise the
personal enormity of the decision he had made to enter this
depraved and perverse world, from which there was no longer the
possibility of retreat for at least a year.

(Reception room of a large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the
Russian countryside, conveniently close to Moscow, same time)

Yuri's agonised cock and scrotum were now a vivid scarlet in
colour, with his anguished balls also beginning noticeably to
swell. However, after four harsh blows from the host's strap, the
sobbing boy's body had eventually become successfully resistant
to movement in reaction to the appalling punishment being
inflicted upon his genitals, as if his sexual organs had somehow
quickly become resolutely inured to the extreme torment.

Consequently, after failing to remain in position when receiving
the early quartet of blows from the host's crop, Yuri had
subsequently bravely and perhaps miraculously managed to remain
still as the excruciating penance continued. Such amazing
endurance had even continued when his cock had been hit with an
uppercut that smacked his frenum piercing, which proved to be the
most painful strike against his suffering penis.

By the conclusion of Yuri's penance, because of his initial lack
of endurance, the total number of stinging blows to his genitals
suffered by the tearful boy had become fourteen not ten. However,
the hits levied would have amounted to even more if he had not
discovered some miraculous inner resilience.

"You have embarrassed me, brat," Yuri's own master, whose broad
grin and large erection were both hidden by leather, subsequently
commented with clear disdain to the lachrymose pained boy, "and
so I'll shame you further. You can now remain naked whilst you
complete your duties!" The man's smirk was concealed by his
sinister hood, whilst his rampant penis was contained by a
bulging triangular genital cover fixed by studs to his trousers.

Yuri's master then made another remark, which caused the boy's
normally beautiful face to express pure terror. "I'm sure that,
as you proceed with your tasks in the nude," the man had
continued, "my friends here will enjoy testing how sore your
genitals actually are. As they do so, be aware that if you spill
any more champagne, or make any other mistakes, your sexual
organs will receive at least another ten blows from the host's
strap!"

On hearing these deeply disconcerting words, the volume of tears
flowing down Yuri's beautiful face noticeably increased.

(Security room of a large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the
Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, same
time)

A trusted security guard of one of the men attending a certain
special private auction, 650 kilometres [400 miles] away near
Moscow, was looking at a closed-circuit television screen, which
pictured the scene in a small windowless basement cell. The tiny
rectangular whitewashed room contained a single bed, with
integral black leather mattress and pillow but no covers. There
was an adjacent bookcase, with an in-built drawer, plus nearby
toilet, bidet, sink and shower without surrounding partitions or
curtains.

What the man's screen did not show was another television, which
happened to be located high up on a shelf above the entrance door
of the tiny soulless cell. This appliance was never turned off
and transmitted a constant stream of highly graphic video
pornography, invariably involving pederasty. The illustrated
literature on the small bookcase adjacent to the bed also
concentrated on this particular sexual subject, ensuring that
this perverse topic was the only visual entertainment available
for any occupant of the room.

There was indeed one current occupant of the cell. A 14 year-old
boy was lying fitfully asleep on the bed, presently impervious to
the graphic sexual images being displayed on his own television
screen.

The boy was naked, apart from a confining transparent perspex
chastity devise attached to his smooth genitals, black leather
slave-collar and matching wrist and ankle cuffs, with embedded
silvery bondage rings, similar to the ones currently being worn
by Sergei in faraway Moscow. The 14 year-old also sported a
tight-fitting cockring, nipple and frenum piercing jewellery and,
on the middle of his chest, a small brandmark, depicting a black
double-headed eagle.

The boy's usual immense beauty was sadly currently spoilt by
comprehensive bodily bruising and other damage, which was
indicative of a recent bad beating, as well as other injurious
sufferings. Consequently, his normally gorgeous form gleamed in
the bright illumination provided by the cell's single fluorescent
light, which, like the television, was never switched off. The
bodily shine resulted from applied ointments, as his wounds had
been efficiently treated and would completely heal in time.
However, he had not yet been in any fit state to accompany his
very cruel master to a certain auction.

(Reception room of a large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the
Russian countryside, conveniently close to Moscow, same time)

The host had been advised that the six 14 year-old boys, who were
to be auctioned on this day, had been assembled in the next room.
However, the sadistic man enjoyed keeping such youngsters
waiting, appreciating that they would be experiencing at least
nervousness, if not fear, and probable increasing impatience and
discomfort. Consequently, he allowed the reception, and the
concomitant conversation and consumption of expensive food and
wine, to continue for now.

Such an extension of the preliminaries also allowed the guests
time to entertain themselves with assessing how sore Yuri's
scarlet swollen genitals really were. The answer became evident
from the boy's subsequent grimaces and muted moans, as intrigued
men and women harshly handled his still resolutely flaccid sexual
organs, including occasionally squeezing his anguished testicles.
However, the 14 year-old somehow courageously managed not to
spill any more of the champagne contained in the glasses on his
tray, which he had returned to offering to the mainly leather-
clad adult assemblage.

Most of the adults not engaged in further abusing Yuri were
instead occupied with discussing the various neat dossiers made
available for their perusal. These portfolios contained detailed
information about the six 14 year-old boys waiting to be
auctioned in the adjacent room, including copies of their
contracts.

"He's very pretty," Yuri's hooded master declared to the host,
whilst referring to a photograph of Sergei's face in the young
Muscovite's dossier. "Yes, he his," the other man replied, "and
he's also agreed to suffer everything a good S&M 'top' might
reasonably want to inflict, with the sole exception of 'scat'!"

"I don't like scat myself," the guest advised, whilst he again
ignored another of Yuri's moans emanating from nearby, as the
soreness of the 14 year-old balls was once more tested, "and so
the contractual exclusion is no deterrent to me buying him. I
also like the rare contract codicil he's agreed to, as I've
always wanted to do that to a boy!"

"Many others here possess a similar ambition," the host
responded, "including some of the women. Given the scarcity of
finding boys willing to take the risk, his auction price will
invariably be substantially increased, which is undoubtedly why
he boldly agreed to the codicil in the first place. I'm sure that
his value will also be further inflated because, unlike the
others, he's no identified masochistic tendencies but has instead
bravely volunteered for service not out of greed for personal
sexual satisfaction and wealth but for entirely selfless
reasons."

"Humiliating and hurting and trying to break the fortitude of
such a courageous boy on a regular basis would I'm sure," the
billionaire host added, "provide any of us with immense pleasure.
It's therefore a great pity about the scat, as I'm not personally
interested in the brat unless he's prepared to be the subject of
that activity!"

Yuri's master secretly smiled within his hood at the host's
revelation, as there would clearly be one less seriously rich
motivated bidder for young Sergei's services in the imminent
auction.

(Temporary auction room of a large luxurious dacha in a quiet
part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to Moscow,
shortly afterwards)

Sergei's smooth lithe legs were beginning to ache, after being
compelled to stand quietly on his mirrored table for about an
hour. The five other chained 14 year-old Russian boy occupants of
the room shared the young Muscovite's increasing discomfort.

Consequently, the young sextet then shared a mix of emotions when
the double-doors connecting their room with the reception amenity
eventually suddenly slid open. The boys were universally relieved
that the auction should now proceed before their aching legs
encouraged them to change position radically and thereby risk
early and undoubtedly painful chastisement. However, they were
also nervously apprehensive as to what the immediate future might
hold for them, an attitude that was only intensified by the
eventual sight of thirty sinisterly leather-clad adults, plus one
man in Arab costume, surrounding them.

Sergei had been so located in the circle of mirrored tables that
he could observe the entrance of the adults and their attendant
servants. However, given the proscription against moving without
permission, some of the other boys, who had been positioned with
their backs to the relevant double-doors, could only initially
detect the development by sound rather than sight.

Sergei's positioning also enabled him to be able to guess early
and correctly who had been the recent victim of a harsh beating
in the reception room and where the vicious blows had been
targeted. He noticed the similarly aged and pretty boy, with whom
he had exchanged somewhat sexually charged glances earlier,
enter, carrying a tray of full champagne glasses. However, the 14
year-old, whom the young Muscovite did not yet know was named
'Yuri' and came from the city of Perm, was now no longer in his
previous highly seductive state.

Sergei noticed that the boy had lost his golden thong and that
the smooth and previously excited sexual organs, which the sparse
ballooning garment had earlier failed to cover properly, were now
flaccid and scarlet in colour. The 14 year-old's normally
beautiful face was also tearstained and possessed an expression
of pure misery.

Sergei, however, had little time to contemplate this sad sight or
to continue to sympathise silently with the plight of the other
boy because his fellow 14 year-old was soon lost from view when
eager leather-clad men and women, plus one robed Arab, began to
surround the displayed young Muscovite. After slowly entering the
temporary auction room, the host and his guests had begun to
mingle around the widely separated exhibits situated in a broad
circle on top of the mirrored tables. Adult eyes then started to
feast eagerly on the universally delectable scantily clad young
forms being offered for sale.

Some of the maintained bulges obvious at the front of the
majority of the skimpy white lycra briefs of the boys being
exhibited visibly twitched in response to such attention.
Sergei's own unruly covered cock also rather narcissistically
began to grow again when he realised that he appeared to be a
star attraction for the mingling adults.

Meanwhile, six highly attractive young female servants, even more
scantily clad in their golden thongs than the exhibits and
temporarily abandoning their trays and trolleys, took up position
immediately behind each displayed boy. The similarly aged topless
girl assigned to Sergei possessed relatively small but nicely
developing breasts, with golden nipple rings. Her navel also
displayed similar piercing jewellery, with a small brandmark, in
the shape of a black five-pointed star, just above.

The reason for the girls' action subsequently became clear when
the host eventually announced, after the eyes of his guests had
obviously feasted copiously on the male delicacies being
auctioned, "Now for the unveiling!" Sergei immediately believed
that he knew what was to be imminently shamefully publicly
revealed.

Sergei then felt the similarly aged girl, who had taken up
position behind him and whose gender had been deliberately chosen
to add to the boys' imminent humiliation, grasp the sides of his
sparse briefs. The earlier belief by the re-aroused 14 year-old
Muscovite on the mirrored table, as what was to be unveiled, was
now proved correct when the smirking host next loudly and
enthusiastically instructed the six young females to "Strip
them!"

Sergei then felt his briefs being lowered with slow deliberation,
presumably to add to the mounting excitement of the spectators
and his own sense of acute shame. The boy also noticed that the
similar attire of his fellow 14 year-olds on the other mirrored
tables was being simultaneously similarly moved downwards, with
apparently practised co-ordination.

As when the pornographer had once perpetrated this debasing deed
on him in the man's Moscow apartment, Sergei's aroused cock again
provided the greatest resistance to the lowering of his sole
garment. The unruly penis also once more literally bounced into
view after its apparent reluctance to being unveiled was overcome
by the relentless gradual downward pressure imposed on his briefs
by the attendant girl, who was sadistically rather happy to be
stripping such a beautiful chained boy in such a degrading
manner.

As the noticeably fulsomely throbbing erections now being
maintained by all six 14 year-old exhibits literally bounced
simultaneously into view before settling either into horizontal
or upwardly vertical final positions, many of the adult
spectators uttered delighted comments. Sergei was most aware of
the loud remark of a nearby leather-clad woman, with an eye-mask
of the same black material, who, on observing the young
Muscovite's hard penis pop into her sight, exclaimed "Oohh, how
gorgeous. I'd love to torture that!" The boy's unruly member
visibly quivered in response.

The girl, who was stripping Sergei of his only garment from
behind, was also rewarded for her efforts by the appearance
immediately in front of her of the boy's lustrous curvaceous
bottom, which was unspoiled by tan lines. The 14 year-old's
impeccable form had been deliberately carefully nurtured towards
this pleasant visual effect by being kept virtually constantly
naked and out of sunlight when undergoing earlier preparation and
training in the pornographer's apartment.

The host and guests were also rewarded for the girl's ultimately
completely successful efforts, and those of the other young
females, by next being able to view from all angles the gorgeous
and now totally naked bodies of the six universally aroused boys
being auctioned. Previous enforced lengthy chastity, alongside
infusion of copious aphrodisiacs to boost natural raging teenage
hormones, ensured that virtually all young males so disported on
the mirrored tables in these circumstances displayed fulsome
erections. To his shame, Sergei was proving no exception to this
humiliating phenomenon.

Sergei's smooth erection, only previously seen in the flesh by
the pornographer and himself, was, in front of the host, his
approximately thirty guests and about a dozen young servants, now
pointing horizontally from his groin, in his case despite his
abashment and fears. Meanwhile, the penile excitement of some of
his more masochistic and narcissistic 14 year-old colleagues, who
were similarly positioned on mirrored tables, was actually
enhanced by their debasing situation.

After the eyes of the guests had obviously again feasted
copiously on the young male delicacies being auctioned, the host
ordered all the 14 year-old exhibits to kneel on the tables, with
their legs wide apart. The deeply abashed Sergei, along with the
other boys, immediately obediently complied, although all had to
do so with care. The action required caution because of the
problems of balance created by the highly polished nature of the
surfaces on which they had been standing and by having their
hands chained to their broad black leather slave-collars.

Nevertheless, all of the boys eventually managed to complete the
task successfully, aided by previous practice. Sergei then felt
his attendant girl attach, without needing orders, a narrow but
sturdy rod of black metal to his two leather anklets, which was
an action designed to ensure that his legs remained widely
splayed.

There were two purposes for the new demeaning poses of the six
displayed young male nudes. Firstly, their revised posture,
closer to the polished mirrored surface of the tables, enabled
the naked undersides of their bodies to be viewed with as little
effort as their other delicious bits. Secondly, they were
positioned for easier examination by hand as well as eye. The
latter reason was confirmed when the host next declared to his
keen guests that "If you want to do so, friends, you can now, as
usual, add an intimate manual examination of the boy whores up
for auction to your visual scrutiny!"

Sergei subsequently began to be immediately intimately prodded
and probed by many eager adult fingers. As this humiliation
proceeded, the 14 year-old Muscovite somehow felt particularly
debased when the exploring digits belonged to women.

A favourite target for the probing adult fingers proved to be
Sergei's genitals, which became even more aroused because of the
copious attention. The boy's hard cock, recently deprived of
sexual relief, began to increase further in length and width and
to throb even more visibly, eventually rising upwards from the
horizontal to the vertical whilst oozing precum. Such penile
reaction intensified when additional digits started gently to
stroke his lustrous bottom, venturing ever close towards his
bumcrack and pink virginal sphincter, which was exposed to view
on account of his kneeling splayed posture.

Sergei's charming nipples also acquired attention, being
simultaneously gently rubbed by a hooded man before then being
sadistically pinched, eliciting a short surprised yelp from the
boy's rosy lips, which appeared to please the perpetrator of the
painful deed. Many other pairs of hands would eventually be
attracted to the 14 year-old's tits, which consequently quickly
became very red and sore, although such cruelty was not the cause
of his first tears on this day.

Sergei's first tears on this day instead arose from different
manual manipulation. Fingers eventually began to explore the
boy's sphincter, albeit in a gentle and careful manner so that
his virginity would remain pure. Continued fondling of his
recently chaste genitals, which were still excited despite the
plight of his nipples and whose desperate needs had been
intensified further by raging teenage hormones affected by strong
aphrodisiacs, simultaneous to the tickling of his pink anal
muscle, eventually resulted in the inevitable reaction.

Sergei's delectable naked body visibly vibrated as he entered
intense orgasm. The climactic boy, whose throbbing penis was now
pointing vertically upwards towards his cute navel, closed his
sensuous blue eyes and groaned in apparent pleasure, whilst his
cockhead erupted with several bursts of creamy white cum.

The semen spurted upwards into the air, some landing on Sergei's
belly, chest and chin. The rest of the boyish but copious sperm
eventually succumbed to gravity and fell back onto the polished
surface of the mirrored table. Fortunately for the adults near
him at the time, they were accustomed to recognising the signs of
imminent climax and had stepped away to avoid being splattered by
the fulsome ejaculate.

Only after Sergei had subsequently recovered from his acute
sexual reverie, which represented another new peak of intense
pleasure in his young life, did he begin to realise the personal
shame emanating from the embarrassing event, as well as the
potential dire consequences. The boy's contract clearly
stipulated that ejaculating without permission was punishable,
with the severity of the chastisement dependent on circumstances.

As a result, after Sergei had finally fully recuperated from his
unwanted and personally dangerous but nevertheless extremely
enjoyable ecstasy, the suddenly humiliated and fearful boy was
tempted to offer plentiful grovelling apologies to the adults
currently surrounding him. However, the 14 year-old fortunately
remembered in time that his contract also stipulated that
speaking without permission was another punishable misdemeanour.
He therefore wisely remained silent to await his fate.

What Sergei did not know was that it was a custom of these
occasions to bring all the youngsters being auctioned, including
girls, to orgasm through intimate adult manhandling. In fact, two
of the other boys on the mirrored tables, whom he could not see
because of the men and women surrounding him, had already
succumbed to the pleasure. However, such a tradition would
unfortunately for the 14 year-olds not prevent them from being
compelled to suffer penance.

In fact, two of the other boys had already been subjected to
their penance. Despite the sound of leather hitting vulnerable
young flesh and associated loud yelps, Sergei had not yet
appreciated this reality, as he had been too absorbed by his own
shameful predicament and distracted by the vociferous adult
chatter occurring around him.

"This boy whore's just cum too!" a tightly leather-clad woman
with an eye-mask, who happened to be one of the adults fondling
Sergei at the time of his entry into orgasm, then shouted to the
host, who had been dealing with another similar 14 year-old
miscreant on one of the other mirrored tables. The man then
happily scampered across to supervise the relevant customary
ritual on the latest young offender.

Appearing immediately in front of the deeply abashed Sergei, from
whose softening cockhead some cum still drooled, the host glanced
at the ejaculate spilt onto the boy's flesh and the tabletop
below. The suddenly smiling man, whilst unfastening from his belt
the leather strap that had recently beaten Yuri's genitals and
two of the other post-orgasmic boys on the nearby furniture, then
commanded the naked young Muscovite to bend over and lick away
his mess from the mirrored surface.

"And remain in that position afterwards," the host also ordered,
"whilst you pay for your self-indulgence with five strokes of my
strap!" The appalled Sergei briefly looked fearfully at the
instrument of chastisement in question but the horrified boy knew
better than to allow his glance to linger. He instead quickly
began to obey the man's latest instruction, again with great care
because of the problems of balance associated with having hands
chained to a neck slave-collar on a slippery surface.

Sergei eventually succeeded in attaining the required degrading
new pose. The boy's revised demeaning posture meant that, as he
gradually licked up from the tabletop his spilt cum, which
increased in volume as fresh semen dripped off his belly, chest
and chin, his bare bottom was raised into the air. The sight of
such pleasant uplifted buttocks, which would imminently be the
subject of chastisement from the host's strap, soon became too
tempting for some of the guests to allow to pass without
reaction.

As Sergei continued to perform his humiliating chore, the boy
again felt his bottom being gently fondled and his virgin
sphincter carefully tickled. However, such sensations being
inflicted on his pert posterior no longer concerned him too much.
The boy, who, as he licked, could see his own beautiful but cum-
splattered face being reflected back at him from the mirrored
tabletop, was now far more worried about what the host's strap
would soon be perpetrating upon the lustrous curves of his
buttocks.

Nevertheless, despite his fears and his literal distaste for the
humiliating chore he was performing, Sergei eventually
successfully completed the task and then compliantly rested his
forehead on the tabletop to await his immediate fate. Meanwhile,
the only evidence of his own recently spilt cum was now the
residual ejaculate now rapidly drying on his face and naked
torso.

By the time that Sergei had finally fulfilled the host's shaming
command to clean the tabletop, the man had assumed a position at
the boy's rear. Having satisfied himself that the reason for the
14 year-old's cessation of licking the mirrored surface was the
completion of the assigned chore, the adult then raised his strap
high into the air and took aim at the delightful young uplifted
buttocks in front of him.

"Ready yourself, boy whore," the host subsequently suggested, "to
receive five blows from my strap!" The terrified Sergei, who had
never been beaten in his life before, attempted to comply.

The first evidence that Sergei then detected for the fact that
the host's first hard blow was being delivered was a noticeable
swishing sound and the feel of a gentle draught reaching his
vulnerable bottom. The boy's recognition of the causes of such
phenomena was almost instantly confirmed by a loud smacking noise
and simultaneous personal excruciation, as hard leather harshly
hit young flesh.

An even more voluminous agonised scream also immediately emerged
from Sergei's rosy lips. However, the further proof of the
successful delivery of the host's first stroke of the strap,
namely the broad scarlet stripe now rapidly forming on the boy's
previously perfect posterior, was not visible to the young
victim.

Sergei had never previously experienced such excruciation in his
life, as absolute agony appeared to sear from his anguished
buttocks throughout his divine young form and plentiful tears
simultaneously accumulated in his eyes. In response, the boy was
immediately tempted to stand up and demand release from both his
chains and his contract, telling the adults surrounding him that
they were sad perverts who should either mend their ways or be
locked up, with the keys thrown away. However, the brave young
Muscovite then again remembered his sister and why he was here
and so the lachrymose 14 year-old instead just meekly remained in
place, ready to receive the second painful blow from the sadistic
host's cruel strap.

The host later proved to be an excellent flagellator, as a result
of his extensive practice at the art. Each subsequent blow rained
on Sergei's pert bottom was harshly and accurately delivered to a
slightly different locale, with an appropriate time lag allowed
between every hit to enable his young victim to experience fully
the earlier excruciation. The ultimate results were thoroughly
reddened buttocks and a suitably chastised, comprehensively
hurting and copiously sobbing boy.

On eventually completing his sadistic task, the host ran his own
fingers gently across Sergei's bare scarlet bottom to test the
genuine heat now being generated by the suffering skin, before
inviting others to do the same. Later, after all those guests who
had wanted to follow his example by doing so had finished, the
man invited the now quietly sobbing boy to assume his original
kneeling position.

Despite the anguish still being experienced by his body, Sergei
again managed successfully to comply with another of the host's
commands. As the boy slowly raised his head from the now
tearstained tabletop, he also noticed that, despite his earlier
humiliating orgasm and more recent agonising beating, his
apparently shameless cock had re-hardened. Consequently, when the
14 year-old finally achieved his original kneeling position, his
unruly penis was amazingly once more humiliatingly pointing
horizontally from his groin. However, the young teenager then had
little time to contemplate this exhibition of renewed virility.

The host, who had resumed a position in front of Sergei, instead
recaptured the boy's full attention by grasping the 14 year-old's
cum-stained chin and examining his beautiful but still tearful
face. The man then revealed two truthful facts to the young
teenager.

"I and other potential buyers of your services," the smirking
host advised, "always like to test the reactions to sexual
stimulus and violent pain of prospective purchases before
mounting any bids." "Your response was excellent," the man rather
added with deliberate sarcasm, whilst continuing to observe the
tears flowing down Sergei's otherwise immaculate face, "because,
as part of the process, we love to see pretty boys like you
climaxing without authority and then crying as a result of your
subsequent well-deserved penance!"

The host was then distracted from tormenting Sergei mentally
rather than physically by another excited loud shout of "This boy
whore's cum too!" A fourth young victim was apparently ready on
another mirrored table for chastisement, earned through
unauthorised ejaculation.

As a result, the host and his guests abandoned Sergei to enjoy
further fun elsewhere. However, this temporary desertion did not
save the young Muscovite's reddened bottom from further
molestation.

Taking advantage of the distraction of the adults, the almost
naked girl attending Sergei, who had remained in place behind the
boy, suddenly began to run her own sharp manicured fingernails
across the 14 year-old male's now very sore bottom. The young
Muscovite audibly squealed and visibly winced in reaction to the
resultant surprise and discomfort but, fortunately for him, the
host and guests were too busy to notice.

"Don't be such a wimp, boy," the girl then whispered, "because
you'll have to become accustomed to far worse sufferings, as you
must appreciate from your preparation and training and the
details of the contract you've signed." "I know," Sergei
fatalistically quietly replied, whilst trying to stifle his sobs
and the quaking in his voice, "but that's the first time I've
ever been beaten and it hurt so much!"

"I suppose a wimp like you is only greedy for the money and not
the sado-masochism," the girl then unsympathetically responded,
whilst now painfully beginning to pinch Sergei's sore bottom. The
boy victim of this rather nasty and unnecessary verbal and
physical assault bit his lower lip in order to try to prevent
himself from uttering another potentially dangerous squeal in
reaction.

"I sincerely hope that a greedy mercenary boy whore like you,"
the girl added, whilst still pinching Sergei's buttock, "is
bought by a really sadistic master, who'll hurt you more than you
could ever have imagined in your worst nightmares!" Her
fingernails then lifted themselves off the young Muscovite's
bottom and reached between his widely separated legs.

Sergei's tears began to flow copiously again but the helplessly
chained boy somehow continued to manage to avoid a noisy
response, as the girl's sharp fingernails subsequently bit into
various parts of the underside of his nicely dangling scrotum
before moving on to provide his erection with similar cruel
treatment. The sadistic female then continued her painful torment
of the lachrymose but still silent young Muscovite's vulnerable
genitals for a few minutes until adults finally began to return
to view the delectable exhibit.

Whilst suffering such torture at feminine hands, Sergei began to
re-appraise his previous attitude to his future ownership. The
boy already knew from the pornographer that there was a chance
that a female might buy his contract. The possibility was remote,
as women amongst the prospective rich sadist purchasers of his
services were far less numerous and not as wealthy as their male
counterparts, but nevertheless existed.

Sergei also realised that having a mistress instead of master
might be more humiliating for such a proud boy as himself.
However, he also recognised that there might be two major
compensations, which might actually make the feminine option
preferable.

Firstly, at least until Sergei had unexpectedly exchanged
sexually charged glances with Yuri earlier on this day, he had
considered himself to be developing into a normal heterosexual.
After all, girls had invariably previously been the subject of
his daydreams whilst he masturbated and, although he was
liberally not anti-gay, he had considered that personal
participation in homosexual activities would disgust him.

Secondly, Sergei had anticipated that a mistress would indulge in
much milder S&M activities than a master. The boy was, after all,
no masochist and was becoming involved in this deviant world only
for the money and not the perverted sex. He was hoping that many
of the depravities, which he had indicated in his contract that
he was prepared to suffer in order to maximise his auction value,
would not actually be perpetrated on him.

The girl servant's sneaky and cruel treatment of Sergei, which he
correctly believed was designed not only to hurt him but also to
direct him into more trouble with the adults by encouraging him
to squeal noticeably, had now made the anguished 14 year-old
reassess the situation. The perceptive young Muscovite began to
wonder whether many female mistresses, perhaps alienated from
boys or males in general by some bad past experience, might
actually be far crueller than most of their masculine
counterparts. However, his contemplation of the issue was then
terminated when adults returned to his mirrored table.

"Look," Yuri's returning master commented, on resuming his
viewing of Sergei's sublime body and noticing his intensified
crying, "this boy whore's still sobbing as a result of his recent
beating. What a truly sensitive soul the brat must be and what a
delight it would surely be to be the creator of such tears. I
really must buy this child!"

On hearing these words, the nasty girl servant, who had actually
been responsible for the enhanced lachrymose effect, maintained
an innocent look, whilst secretly thoroughly enjoying the man's
declaration of intent. She knew that Yuri's master was indeed one
of the most cruel of the potential buyers of Sergei's young,
gorgeous and apparently delicate form. He was someone who was
even worse than the most sadistic of the women.

(Temporary auction room of a large luxurious dacha in a quiet
part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to Moscow,
shortly afterwards)

The auction of the displayed sextet, all of whom had all now
climaxed and been suitably chastised on their tongue-cleaned
mirrored tables, was currently proceeding. No specific cash
figures were mentioned, as everyone knew that the starting price
to buy the boys' contracts was 100,000 American Dollars, with
each subsequent increment comprising $50,000. Consequently, the
only word uttered by those contending for the young Russians was
"Raise!"

A correct assumption had been made that Sergei would prove to be
the most valuable item on offer, given his exceptional beauty,
unusual non-masochistic volunteer status and agreement to be
subject if needed to a comprehensive array of S&M depravities,
including that detailed in a certain rare contractual codicil.
The boy was therefore auctioned first so that those failing to
secure his services could try for less expensive goods. Such
scheduling had been the reason why the young Muscovite was
temporarily wearing a medallion displaying the number '1'.

Sergei's yearlong contract, which was automatically renewable for
a further 12 months without consulting the boy if the buyer
wanted, was eventually sold on the fiftieth price raise. The
young Muscovite's cost was an unprecedented $2,600,000. The
purchaser would also separately have to pay the supplier of such
lovely goods, a certain pornographer, an additional 10%
commission of $260,000.

Such a price ensured that Sergei was too expensive for any of the
women to secure the boy's services, which, given his earlier
reappraisal about future ownership, was initially a relief to the
14 year-old. However, the young Muscovite was later again to
reconsider his attitude, this time many times over the year
ahead.

Sergei's buyer was Yuri's multi-millionaire master, who owned his
own large luxurious dacha near St. Petersburg. This residence
possessed special basement facilities in which to accommodate his
young slaveboys.

The man had previously already acquired two similar lovely
commodities and was now doubling his number, as he also bought a
second boy on this day to accompany Yuri and Sergei to his
depraved domain. The other precious 14 year-old delicacy was
named 'Viktor'.

The contented man would now return with Yuri, Sergei and Viktor,
as well as a guest dressed in the rich flowing robes of an Arab
sheikh, to his distant dacha in order to induct his new slaveboys
into their future regularly very degrading and painful
existences.

(Private airfield, near Moscow, shortly afterwards)

The new quiet and secluded airfield was in the proprietorship,
and was maintained solely for the co-owners and senior
executives, of a certain large Russian enterprise. Little notice
was therefore taken when one of these men, accompanied by a trio
of very pretty 14 year-old boys, emerged from an arriving
Mercedes limousine to transfer onto a waiting Learjet.

Two of the boys wore white t-shirts, each bearing a discreet
black double-headed eagle motif, jeans and trainers. The primary
hue of their clothing was supposed to denote their virginity to
knowing people. The garments of the third 14 year-old were black.


(Private airfield, near St. Petersburg, later same day)

The new quiet and secluded airfield was in the proprietorship,
and was maintained solely for the co-owners and senior
executives, of a certain large Russian enterprise. Little notice
was therefore taken when of these men, accompanied by a trio of
very pretty 14 year-old boys, emerged from an arriving Learjet to
transfer into a waiting Mercedes limousine.

Two of the boys wore white t-shirts, each bearing a discreet
black double-headed eagle motif, jeans and trainers. The primary
hue of their clothing was supposed to denote their virginity to
knowing people. The garments of the third 14 year-old were black.


(Security room of a large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the
Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, next
morning)

A trusted security guard of one of the men who had just returned
from attending a certain special private auction, 650 kilometres
[400 miles] away near Moscow, was looking at a quartet of closed-
circuit television screens, which pictured the scenes in four
small windowless basement cells. The tiny rectangular whitewashed
rooms each contained a single bed, with integral black leather
mattress and pillow but no covers. There were adjacent bookcases,
each with an in-built drawer, plus nearby toilets, bidets, sinks
and showers without surrounding partitions or curtains.

What the man's screen did not show were other televisions, which
happened to be located high up on shelves above the entrance
doors of the tiny soulless cells. These appliances were never
turned off and transmitted a constant stream of highly graphic
video pornography, invariably involving pederasty. The
illustrated literature on the small bookcases adjacent to the
beds also concentrated on this particular sexual subject,
ensuring that this perverse topic was the only visual
entertainment available for any occupants of the rooms.

There were indeed four current occupants of the cells. A quartet
of 14 year-old boys was lying fitfully asleep on their beds,
presently impervious to the graphic sexual activities being
displayed on their own television screens.

The boys were naked, apart from confining transparent perspex
chastity devises attached to their smooth genitals and black
leather slave-collars and matching wrist and ankle cuffs, with
embedded silvery bondage rings, similar to the ones recently worn
by Sergei in faraway Moscow. Two of the 14 year-olds also sported
tight-fitting cockrings, nipple and frenum piercing jewellery
and, on the middle of their chests, small brandmarks, each
depicting a black double-headed eagle.

The boys' usual immense beauty was sadly currently spoilt by
various injuries, with both of the two newcomers to the sinister
basement displaying reddened bottoms, which were indicative of
recent beatings applied to their posteriors. A third 14 year-old
possessed scarlet and now thankfully only slightly swollen
genitals, whilst the fourth exhibited more serious but repairable
damage.

The security guard, own cock rigid within his trousers, was
presently concentrating his attention on one of the new arrivals,
whose particularly exquisite physical charms he hoped to enjoy
soon. Part of the well-paid man's devout loyalty to his employer
resulted from the fact that they shared similar sexual tastes and
his boss was not averse to providing job perks by occasionally
sharing the physical delights offered by his slaveboys, whose
numbers had just doubled.

The security guard's multi-millionaire employer had left for
Moscow two days previously with Yuri, leaving behind the damaged
Sasha, who would require another week to recover fully from the
comprehensive but not permanent injuries recently expertly
inflicted on him over several days by his extremely cruel master.
The man had departed for the Russian capital with the deliberate
intent of securing two additions to his harem of slaveboys. The
original duo had been obtained three months earlier at the
previous auction of male 14 year-olds, which represented the
sadist's preferred age for new acquisitions, but he had
subsequently decided that he needed a quartet. He had estimated
that he required such a number to ensure that at least one of the
young teenagers was always fit to be abused, whilst the others
recovered from painful and wounding experiences, suffered on a
roster basis.

The security guard was now focusing on a screen that featured a
boy whose normally gorgeous bottom gleamed in the bright
illumination provided by the cell's single fluorescent light,
which, like his television, was never switched off. The bodily
shine resulted from applied ointments, as his hurting scarlet
buttocks had been efficiently treated and would quickly
completely heal, which was just as well as Sergei would soon
suffer far worse in this personal hell into which he had been
brought.

The renewed and many sufferings of Sergei and the other new
arrival, Viktor, would soon begin with their formal induction
into their fresh lives of degradation and pain, which was a
ceremony that would be happily conducted by their new very cruel
master.

(Basement of a large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the
Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, four
days later)

Sergei and the other three slaveboys had not been allowed out of
their small confined windowless cells since the arrival of the
newcomers to this dacha four days previously. They had also not
seen their master since, which was not surprising because he was
in Saudi Arabia on business. In fact, the only person they had
met was a white-coated doctor, who received very high fees for
his care and ministrations, as well as for keeping his mouth shut
about his adult client's perverse activities.

The doctor, equipped with his usual medical bag containing the
required tools of his profession, had been waiting for the
arrival from Moscow of the three boys four days previously and
had instantly assumed responsibility for their immediate care,
including leading them to their waiting basement cells. He had
then attended to each individually.

The doctor had ordered the boys to strip before conducting an
intimate but professionally quick medical examination of each
member of the young trio, applying healing proficient ointment to
the wounds inflicted at the recent auction and then attaching the
compact see-through perspex chastity cages to their smooth sexual
organs. Given his sore and still slightly swollen genitals, the
fitting had been a particularly nasty experience for Yuri.

The doctor subsequently visited Sergei, Yuri and Viktor, as well
as Sasha, daily in order to check on their progress, tend to any
remedial wounds and to subject them to enemas in case the boys'
master later reappeared and wanted to play with their rectums.
During the ministrations, neither physician nor young patients
attempted any conversation.

The boys knew that they were not allowed to speak without
permission. Meanwhile, the snobbish doctor had no desire to chat
with youngsters whom he considered were nothing more than
sluttish juvenile prostitutes. He therefore confined his voice to
the issuing of instructions.

Meanwhile, food and drink, all secretly laced with strong
aphrodisiacs, were delivered by trusted menservants to the boys
via narrow flapped apertures, which ran along the bottom of the
heavy metal doors of their cells but were much too thin to allow
the young occupants to crawl through. Any attempt to see through
them also only revealed the sight of boots or the polished black
concrete floor of the outside corridor.

The cell doors possessed no windows or grills, just spy-holes
that enabled people to look in but not out. Instructions as to
what the boys were to do at certain parts of each day, such as
wake up or wash and groom themselves in readiness to receive the
doctor, were conveyed remotely from the duty security guards.
These trusted men used for the purpose speaker equipment that
formed an integral part of the closed-circuit television system,
which was constantly monitored.

The boys found their waking hours extremely monotonous, which was
a situation happily encouraged by their cruel master. The
sadistic man enjoyed inflicting on beautiful boys not only
physical suffering but also mental torment. Such torture was
considerably exacerbated by the compulsory wearing of the perspex
chastity devices, which fitted the smooth flaccid genitals of
each 14 year-old perfectly, whilst their only entertainment was
graphic video or book pornography, whose sole subject was
pederasty.

The young quartet's master found that his young slaveboys were
much more co-operative in satisfying his commands and needs after
a few days of such confinement. After several weeks, young
teenagers were also often begging to entertain the man, in the
hope of securing sexual relief or just to end the monotony.

One of the cruellest activities the man would indulge with his
slaveboys was to let them satisfy him or someone else sexually
whilst the young teenagers wore their chastity devices, and then
return them to their cells, still personally frustrated. He also
now planned occasionally to leave them entirely alone until they
could take no more and, in order to masturbate, desperately
ripped off their perspex genital cages, which were designed to
damage irreparably in the process.

The man was greatly looking forward to the joys of punishing his
slaveboys severely for such a serious misdemeanour. Although he
did not really require excuses for inflicting harm on the 14
year-olds, he felt that having valid reasons flavoured such
occasions, even, or perhaps more correctly, especially if he
sadistically manufactured the events. He thoroughly enjoyed
observing such evil schemes coming to wicked fruition.

As Sergei endured his initial experience of solitary confinement,
he, of course, had plenty of time to reflect on the recent
fateful events in his life. The boy recalled his first approach
to the pornographer in Moscow, and his subsequent debasing
subjection to still and video photography. He remembered the
man's startling offer to enter for amazing rewards the depraved
sado-masochistic world into which he had now irreversibly
intruded for at least a year, and the associated comprehensive
degrading preparation and training sessions.

Sergei recalled signing the contract, which irretrievably
committed himself for the forthcoming year at least to being the
sexual plaything of some sadist, and his involvement on the very
next day in the auction that had decided his immediate destiny.
The boy remembered his shock at seeing that all but one of the
prospective buyers of his services had been attired in, to him,
the rather scary attire of an S&M master.

Sergei certainly recalled his subsequent humiliations whilst on
the mirrored tabletop, especially being publicly fondled and then
ejaculating, as well as the trauma of subsequently suffering the
agonies of his first-ever beating. The unanticipated cruelty of
the young girl servant was also remembered. However, at the
forefront of the boy's mind during his early solitary confinement
was unexpectedly the journey from Moscow to his new sinister home
near St. Petersburg.

The basis of this strange preoccupation was not the first sight
of his clean-shaven new master without the leather hood but
instead simply attired in normal casual clothing. Nor was the
cause the expensive and well-tailored garments issued to Sergei,
Yuri and Viktor immediately after the conclusion of the auction,
when the young Muscovite had wondered at the excellent personal
fit, which suggested that his buyer had planned long in advance
to purchase him.

Nor was the reason the well co-ordinated speedy luxury in which
the three boys had subsequently accompanied their master to the
dacha near St. Petersburg. Not even the sinister nature of the
accommodation then allocated to Sergei was the current main focus
of his memory.

Sergei instead could not forget Yuri, who had travelled with him
to his new home and was therefore obviously already one of his
new master's slaveboys. Despite the fact that the pair was
undoubtedly heading for an immediate life that would undoubtedly
be at least unpleasant, the young Muscovite was, for some as yet
personally unaccepted real reason, very glad that this other 14
year-old in particular was accompanying him.

Despite the discomfort arising from respectively an anguished
bottom and sore genitalia, and the inconvenient proscription
against talking to each other, the young teenagers from Moscow
and the more easterly city of Perm, which was close to the Urals,
had somehow mutually taken an obvious instant liking to each
other. Consequently, as they sat next to each other in Mercedes
limousines or on a Learjet, they constantly found themselves
drawn to sharing discreet smiling glances. During these
exchanges, they encountered the same type of charged frisson that
they had experienced when they had first seen each other in a
corridor of the dacha near Moscow.

Consequently, as Sergei continued to endure his initial
experience of solitary confinement as a prelude to worse
sufferings, he could at least comfort himself with an earnest
belief. The boy just knew from their shared glances that, despite
the fact that he had never spoken to the other 14 year-old and
did not yet know his name, he had secured a friend. However, the
embarrassed young Muscovite preferred not to think too much about
the nature of the new friendship and his reluctance to do so had
nothing to do with how his new master could interfere in the
relationship.

Sergei was instead influenced by guilt. The supposedly normally
developing teenage heterosexual had realised that their obvious
mutual liking for each other did not just stem from admiration
for their respective characters. After all, they still knew
nothing about each other, apart from the fact that they were now
both slaveboys of the same man. The young Muscovite instead
recognised, not least from the excitement in his groin as he had
shared glances with the other beautiful 14 year-old, that the
frisson between them possessed a very strong sexual element.

Sergei was again thinking of Yuri when his initial experience of
solitary confinement eventually came to an end on this day and
the doctor finally came to collect the boy from his cell. The
bored 14 year-old, whose pert bottom was thankfully no longer
sore and had returned to its normal lustrously creamy-pink
colour, was lying on his bed when he heard his cell door open.

Sergei had at the time been trying to ignore the video
pornography by looking at the ceiling. The graphic televised
scenes of pederasty in practice had, despite the subject matter,
somehow caused guilty excitement in his groin whenever he looked,
which proved to be painful experiences because of the spiked tube
tightly confining his cock.

Sergei had no idea what was the present time of day. The boy
possessed no timepiece and there was no window to allow him to
see whether there was a sun or moon in the outside sky. The
single fluorescent light also provided no clue, as it was never
switched off.

Sergei, who had just been instructed via the speaker system to
wash and groom himself, which he had done with as much care as he
could manage, initially thought that the person opening his cell
door must be the doctor arriving for his usual kind of daily
visit. The boy's supposition even appeared correct when the
physician did indeed now enter the cell. However, the 14 year-old
was subsequently to be eventually disabused about the main reason
for the man's presence.

Sergei, now being accustomed to the doctor's normal requirements,
did not wait to be told but instead rapidly rose from his bed to
stand in readiness for the physician's usual intimate, and
therefore for the boy rather humiliating, daily examination of
the 14 year-old's body. This procedure was indeed undertaken. The
man carefully checked the wellbeing, cleanliness and neatness of
the young Muscovite's straight silky fair and dazzlingly blue
eyes, as well as the sparklingly white teeth and healthy tongue
within his mouth, before venturing downwards to the slender neck
and magnificently proportioned lithe torso and limbs.

As usual for Sergei, the most embarrassing aspects of the
doctor's examination were when the physician gently grasped the
boy's transparent perspex genital cage to check the wellbeing of
the contents before moving to the 14 year-old's back to ascertain
the continued welfare of the rear virgin orifice. The subsequent
appearance from the man's medical bag of a long but narrow clear
and clean plastic tube, pointed at one end and connected to a
large bottle of soapy water at the other, also indicated to the
young Muscovite that he was not to be spared the indignity of his
daily enema.

Sergei soon found himself bending over with legs wide apart,
whilst the doctor carefully and gently inserted the pointed end
of the tube into the boy's anus. The 14 year-old then felt the
slow cool flow of soapy water beginning to fill his bladder and
rectum from the bottle now held in the physician's uplifted hand.

Sergei was by now well accustomed to suffering enemas, both at
the hands of this doctor and his pornographer trainer. However,
the boy's humiliation at being subjected to such debasing daily
ritual had so far never lessened. His shame would also probably
have intensified considerably if he had realised that for once
today's degrading activity had real purpose.

The eventual removal of the tube from Sergei's anus and the usual
subsequent gentle tap on the boy's bare bottom by the doctor
indicated to the 14 year-old without the need of verbal
instruction that now was the time to stand up. He therefore
obediently did so, crossing his legs and straining his anal
muscles in order to try to prevent his bladder and rectum, now
full of soapy water, from leaking any of the fluid.

Sergei appreciated that he would be straining with increasing
effort and discomfort in this manner for several minutes before
the doctor finally granted him relief by telling him that he
could release the liquid into his cell's toilet bowl. By this
time, a second full bottle of soapy water would have been
attached to the enema tube, and other similar containers would,
if necessary, follow until the eventual anal discharge became
clear.

Fortunately for Sergei, he rarely had to endure more than two
bottles of soapy water flowing daily into his insides and today
was no exception. However, the boy's belief that the second and
clear discharge of water from his rectum represented the usual
end of the doctor's visit was then proved incorrect.

The doctor instead unexpectedly initially unlocked and removed
Sergei's chastity cage. The surprised boy's released cock
subsequently immediately grew and rose excitedly into the air,
whilst noticeably displaying tiny spike marks all over the penile
surface, which were evidence of previous unsuccessful and painful
attempts at erection over the past few days.

Sergei subsequently almost experienced orgasm because the doctor
then cupped the boy's released genitals in the palm of his manly
right hand. The physician did so in order to check by sight and
feel that, apart from the marks left behind by the plastic spikes
in the penile tube of the perspex chastity cage, that everything
was otherwise fine with the 14 year-old's sexual organs.

The doctor performed his check because Sergei's delightful
genitals would soon to be the objects of intimate and,
unfortunately for the boy, rather painful attention from another
man's hands. The physician did not, of course, appraise the 14
year-old about this imminent unpleasant development in his young
life.

After ascertaining that Sergei's released genitals were indeed in
the peak of virile teenage health, the doctor instead simply now
issued further instructions to the already nicely washed and
groomed boy. "Cleanse your genitals and bumcrack," the physician
ordered, "dry yourself, apply perfumed spray to your whole body
and dress in the white shorts, briefs and thong that you'll find
in the drawer at the bottom of your bookcase!" The 14 year-old
was already aware from earlier inquisitive investigation that the
wooden compartment concerned contained a selection of such attire
in various colours and materials, all discreetly sporting a black
double-headed eagle motif.

Despite concerns about what the doctor's unexpected instruction
might later entail, Sergei instantly began to comply with the
physician's order. The boy knew that from his training that any
person in such a position would possess the authority to punish
him for hesitation or other misdemeanours. However, the 14 year-
old initially encountered difficulty in slipping on the required
minuscule white lycra thong because of the sudden mischievous and
embarrassing fulsomely erect shape recently adopted by his unruly
cock in apparent eager celebration of its release from previous
chaste confinement.

Fortunately, Sergei eventually managed to squeeze his naughty
hard cock inside the tiny and inevitably bulging garment to
enable him also to slip on the similarly tight briefs and short
shorts of the same hue and material. However, after the boy had
done so, his genital excitement was still clearly evident from
the nature of the obvious lump at the front of his skimpy outer-
garment.

Sergei's attire was subsequently quickly appraised, adjusted and
approved by the doctor, who then instructed "Follow me!" The
physician next turned and left the small cell, with the worried
boy trailing after him.

As Sergei exited his cell, he noticed that a small metal plate,
depicting his engraved first name in Cyrillic lettering, flanked
by black double-headed eagle symbols, had been attached to the
exterior of his door. Whilst he subsequently reluctantly followed
the white-coated doctor along the long windowless outside
corridor, which was entirely painted a sinister black, with
illumination provided by intermittent lights built into the wall
on his left, he also spotted three other similar signs fixed to
adjacent doorways on his right.

Two of these nameplates had actually been in place when Sergei
had arrived in this sinister basement four days previously and
had first walked along the long corridor from the other
direction, from the black-painted stairs at the far end. However,
the boy had not then noticed the signs before arriving in his own
allocated cell, where he had again been deprived of expensive
clothing and fitted with his chastity devise, prior to being
locked in alone.

As Sergei had been forbidden from speaking to Yuri and Viktor on
the journey from Moscow, sight of these signs was now his first
indication of the names of his fellow slaveboys, and of the fact
that there were three and not just two others. However, as he was
not allowed to peek through the spyholes in the cell doors, he
could not yet fit names to faces.

Sergei had already known that, before terminating at the flight
of black stairs, the long narrow corridor, along which he was now
following the doctor, possessed a total of eight metal doors at
intervals on what was now his right side. The boy's wonderment at
what might be beyond one of them was now answered when the
physician opened and entered one of the entrances.

When Sergei himself next reached the doorway, the clever boy, who
was interested in history and art, saw that the walls of the
large square room beyond were decorated with colourful mural
paintings in the style of ancient Greece. However, the scenes
depicted were clearly not just to improve the local aesthetic
environment, as all of the characters portrayed comprised either
beautiful naked boys or nude men with large erect phalluses, all
involved in various types of obscene debauchery.

Sergei also saw that at the centre of the room's polished
floorboards was a narrow low circular black wooden platform, upon
which ceiling spotlights and closed-circuit television cameras
were clearly focusing from many angles. Situated at 90 intervals
around the little round stage were four large comfortably
cushioned armchairs, each with a small table in front.

On top of each table was a flat-panel television monitor. Sergei
was soon to discover that the armrests of each chair also housed
a discreet electronic panel, which controlled the pictures on the
screen, including the choice of camera and shot and degree of
zooming, as well as the lighting.

At the far end of the room, beyond the platform, chairs and
tables, was a king-size bed, upon which more spotlights and
cameras were focused and above which the ceiling was mirrored.
Sergei immediately correctly presumed what type of activity took
place there. However, the currently virginal boy's consideration
of such a likelihood was curtailed because his thoughts quickly
concentrated instead on the fact that two of the seats were
already occupied.

On the most distant one, at the far side of the platform in front
of the bed, sat Sergei's new master, again attired in his
sinister black leather S&M gear, comprising hood, upper body
harness, which exposed his strong hairy chest, tight-fitting
trousers and boots. All items of attire were embossed with
double-headed eagle symbols. On another seat to the right was a
bearded man dressed in rich Arab robes.

Sergei's new master, who happily knew that his leather attire
invariably fearfully intimidated his slaveboys, immediately
gestured, without needing words, that the deeply concerned young
arrival should step onto the low platform. As the 14 year-old
reluctantly but nevertheless rapidly complied, not wanting to
suffer punishment for hesitation, the doctor departed the scene,
closing the metal door behind him.

The doctor had delivered Sergei. The physician would now proceed
to the luxurious upstairs of the multi-millionaire's dacha, where
he would await the call to return to the basement.

The doctor would eventually be needed to initiate the healing of
the wounds Sergei would now suffer at the sadistic hands of his
new master, during the induction ceremony celebrating the boy's
advent into the cruel man's depraved service.

(New York, USA, same time)

The morning was warm and sunny, with a hot dry day forecast. A
pretty fair-haired and blue-eyed 10 year-old paperboy was
performing his first-ever delivery round on his bicycle through
the quiet and leafy New York suburb in which he lived with his
loving family.

Young Steven could never imagine in his worst nightmares that he
would ever someday be in the same sort of situation as was
currently being experienced by Sergei in faraway Russia.

(Basement 'entertainment' room of a large luxurious dacha in a
quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St.
Petersburg, same time)

Sergei reluctantly assumed his place on the low round black
wooden platform. As previously instructed to do in such
circumstances by his pornographer trainer, the boy faced his
master rather than the Arab guest, who was therefore now looking
at the 14 year-old's right profile. From such a perspective, the
bulge at the front of the young teenager's tight short shorts,
denoting his incongruously maintained embarrassing arousal, was
even more discernible.

As Sergei stood on the platform, he noticed that there was the
shape of a little double-headed eagle protruding from the
polished black wooden surface in front of him. The 14 year-old's
pornographer trainer had taught him that such emblems in such
positions were called 'kissers', which was a term that basically
shouted at him what he had to do next.

The suddenly blushing Sergei therefore obediently sank to his
knees and lowered his head so that his sweet rosy lips could kiss
the carving, in the required act of servile reverence towards his
new master. The boy, who was still sporting his broad black
leather slave collar and matching wrist and ankle cuffs, then
regained his feet and the music started.

"Sweet dreams are made of this," began the lyrics from the
eponymous Eurythmics' song, "who am I to disagree? Travel the
world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something. Some
of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused!"

"Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?" the lyrics
relentlessly continued, whilst Sergei, without requiring any
command because his training had told him what to do in such
circumstances, began to dance, as he had been taught in as erotic
manner as he could manage. "Travel the world and the seven seas,"
the melodic song proceeded, "everybody's looking for something.
Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by
you. Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be
abused. I wanna use you and abuse you. I wanna know what's inside
you!"

Sergei, whose facial blush had intensified in embarrassment at
the beginning of his dance, turned right 90  to face the Arab
Sheikh after the song had progressed to "Hold your head up,
movin' on. Keep your head up, movin' on. Hold your head up,
movin' on. Keep your head up, movin' on. Hold your head up,
movin' on. Keep your head up, movin' on. Movin' on!"

Sergei's energetic dance routine, which had been practised
frequently and often exhaustingly to a wide variety of pop songs
in the pornographer's apartment, would eventually necessitate a
complete 360  turn in four stages so that the two adult voyeurs
could see his erotic gyrations from different angles. The direct
views of the men could, of course, be supplemented by television
pictures, which were often zoomed in on the boy's loins,
currently covered by his tight shiny white lycra shorts.

"Sweet dreams are made of this," the words of the song proceeded
to retell, "who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven
seas, everybody's looking for something. Some of them want to use
you. Some of them want to get used by you. Some of them want to
abuse you. Some of them want to be abused!" However, Sergei's
immediate future was actually summarised by the next lines.

"I'm gonna use you," the song announced, "and abuse you. I'm
gonna know what's inside. Gonna use you and abuse you. I'm gonna
know what's inside you!" As the astute Sergei danced before the
pair of contrastingly attired men, he now correctly guessed, from
the initial choice of song, what would soon be happening to him.

The perceptive Sergei, who had been attired in white to reflect
his current virginity, rightly presumed that he was soon to be
physically abused, including having to perform fellatio, being
subjected to sodomy and suffering torture.

(Eastern Nejd Plateau, central Saudi Arabia, same time)

The little desert oasis, in one of the most remote parts of the
eastern Nejd Plateau in central Saudi Arabia, had been inhabited
by peasants, whose livelihoods mainly stemmed from the growing of
dates. However, they had been just bought out by an enormously
rich Sheikh, whose immense wealth derived from oil and the fact
that he was a member of the Saudi royal family.

The lonely oasis was now a construction site, as the Sheikh was
building at outrageous cost, given the remote setting, a palatial
residence there, ostensibly to allow him to spend some time in
quiet seclusion to read the Koran and pray to Allah. He was
planning to overcome the problem of poor access by having a pad
constructed for his helicopter.

The Sheikh, a fanatical and extreme but also sexually
hypocritical Muslim, was additionally planning to overcome the
potential problem of confidentiality for his proposed real
activities at the oasis by employing a small well-vetted coterie
of staff, which was completely loyal. Such trustworthiness
stemmed from their high salaries, shared views, including their
intense anti-Americanism, and predilections and the fact that
crossing their very influential and powerful boss might prove
fatal.

The Sheikh was currently not in Saudi Arabia but was instead the
guest of equally wealthy business associates in Russia, who were
also involved in the oil industry and shared particular tastes.
The Arab's foreign visit did not therefore just concern commerce.
He was acquiring ideas for the layout, furnishing and equipment
of his own basement facility at his new remote residence, as well
as for the pleasures he intended to indulge in there. However, he
did not anticipate entertaining young contracted Russian
volunteers for his perversions.

The Sheikh's ultimate aim was to secure abducted American boys
for his service.

(Basement 'entertainment' room of a large luxurious dacha in a
quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St.
Petersburg, same time)

Sergei's appreciative new master and visiting Arab Sheikh were
both impressed with the boy's first dance before them. The 14
year-old's performance had been both energetic and erotic, which
was a testament to the efficiency of his original instructor and
his own ability at the art and at overcoming the natural
embarrassment and nervousness he must have been experiencing.

A pause then arrived when the first music track finished, and
Sergei knew from his earlier training what he next had to do. The
shamed boy knelt again to kiss the carved double-headed eagle in
front of him before standing once more to await the arrival of
another pop song. However, on this occasion, his reluctant hands
also moved to the sides of his tight and skimpy white shorts. He
appreciated that he would be expected to remove this garment with
as much speed and decorum as he could muster at the start of the
next tune in order to dance for the two smirking spectators in
just his briefs.

Sergei also knew that he would be dancing in just his thong for
the third item of music, whilst he would be gyrating in the nude
for the fourth song.

(Moscow, Russia, same time)

A professional pornographer was viewing a prospective new
apartment, in a far from anonymous luxurious new development in
one of the most select districts of Moscow. Having earned a total
of $270,000 for finding and training Sergei for service with a
certain secret organisation, the man could now easily afford such
a new residence.

The pornographer still planned to carry on renting his old
apartment in order to continue his trade, which was to him as
much a personal pleasure as a well-paid job. However, the man
doubted that he would ever again come across as lucrative a
discovery as Sergei, who could still provide him with valuable
income in future.

The pornographer did not expect Sergei to be seen again in his
studio because the boy would eventually return to the normal
world seriously enriched, even after the deduction from his
earnings of his ill sister's huge medical expenses. However, the
man might earn two further 5% commissions on the 14 year-old's
auction price if certain aspects of the young teenager's contract
were enacted.

If the renewal clause in Sergei's contract was enforced by his
new master, compulsorily compelling, without the consent of the
boy, the young Muscovite to serve another year in the man's
service, the pornographer would earn another $125,000. He would
also receive another similar amount if the contractual codicil
was ultimately activated and resulted in a certain outcome.

(Basement 'entertainment' room of a large luxurious dacha in a
quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St.
Petersburg, same time)

The wealth and influence of Sergei's new master was vividly
demonstrated by the nature of the three pop songs to which the
boy had to dance after his early gyrations to the Eurythmics'
'Sweet Dreams'. The music tracks concerned had been very
professionally produced and were almost indistinguishable from
the original records, apart from the fact that the lyrics had
been adapted to suit the 14 year-old's current circumstances.

The second song in English, originally by Sabrina, was rather
appropriately entitled 'Boys' and this had in fact comprised the
first twelve words of the track, as with the commercially
released version. However, instead of going on to sing 'Sun
shines down, So come to town. Set your body free. Hold me tight,
My love tonight, Tell me you believe', the subsequent lyrics were
much more sinister.

The revised lyrics began "Lights shine down, And you are my own.
Your body belongs to me. I'll bind you tight, My slave tonight,
And hurt you more than you could believe!" The song's subsequent
words were just as worrying for the young dancer but Sergei, now
attired in his skimpy briefs, somehow bravely did not allow his
concerns about them to affect his performance.

Sergei also danced with exotic efficiency, now covered only by
his bulging thong, to the next adapted song, which had originally
been sung by Madonna. The cleverly changed words included a
chorus in English of "I'm a virgin, About to be fucked for the
very first time, I'm a virgin, Until your cock beats, Inside this
ass of mine!"

The subsequently naked Sergei was finally forced to dance, with
bared excited genitals flapping wildly, to lyrics adapted from an
'American Breed' song that suggested to his master that the man
could "Beat me, Fuck me, Anyway you want me. Long as you hurt me,
It's all right. Beat me, Fuck me, Anyway you want me. You got the
power to do anything tonight!"

The naked Sergei finished this fourth dance with a spectacular
leap, which left him standing with his legs wide apart and his
arms similarly splayed above him, whilst he breathed heavily and
was feeling rather weary after his energetic exertions. The boy's
erection also visibly wobbled before coming to rest in a
humiliating horizontal pose, pointing invitingly at his new
master.

To the delight of Sergei's audience of two, the boy's unruly
penis, which had remained erect throughout his debasing
performance in the nude, was also drooling from the cockhead a
long thin opprobrious string of precum. This seminal
embarrassment had begun to form, grow in length and fall towards
the wooden surface of the platform as soon as the acutely abashed
14 year-old had removed his thong.

During the fourth dance, the shameful and increasingly long
string of precum had resolutely declined to detach itself from
Sergei's exposed cockhead, preferring instead to flap around
wildly as his energetic and erotic gyrations had proceeded. The
degrading stubborn symbol of young virile arousal was even still
present after the boy had regained his feet again after
concluding his performance by applying his sweet rosy lips once
more to the double-headed eagle kisser. However, the 14 year-old
now subsequently had little time to contemplate his penile
embarrassment.

Sergei's new master instead spoke to him for the first time on
this day. "The preliminaries are now over, boy," the man
ominously announced, "and now is the time for the formal
concluding rites of your induction into my service!"

Sergei's new master, whilst remaining in his chair, then removed
the bulging triangle of leather at the front of his tight pants,
which proved to be attached to the main garment by studs running
around the three edges. The man's action finally revealed his
large hairy genitals, protruding from a narrow round hole in the
underlying trouser material.

The man was, of course, sporting a fulsome erection, which had
previously been confined within the leather triangle at the front
of his pants. The long and broad uncut cock immediately pointed
straight at Sergei, who knew from his earlier training what he
was now sadly supposed to do with the big ugly-looking appendage.

Sergei reluctantly but nevertheless quickly stepped off the low
platform in order to approach his new master. The naked boy then
knelt immediately in front of the man and, placing his young
hands on the polished wooden floorboards for balance, leaned his
beautiful head forward in order to gather the eagerly waiting
cock into his mouth.

As Sergei did so, crudely amended lyrics of Radiorama's song
'Touch Me Now' blurted from the room's music system.
Consequently, the boy's first act of real fellatio was
accompanied by a song re-titled 'Suck Me Now!'

"Don't spill a drop when I cum!" Sergei's master also
simultaneously commanded, as the boy began to suck and lick the
adult's rampant cock and rather sweaty and smelly hairy scrotum.
Despite the 14 year-old's genuine acute dislike and shame in
respect of what he was now doing for the first time, he actually
subsequently initially displayed remarkable competence, as he
proceeded with his literally distasteful chore.

Such proficiency was again testament to the pornographer's
previous tuition, when dildos had been used to demonstrate the
art, and Sergei's own bravery and resilience. However, previous
practice with artificial male sexual organs did not involve
rehearsing the full consumption of the product to be ultimately
swallowed at the culmination of real fellatio.

For several minutes, the naked kneeling Sergei competently and
comprehensively licked and sucked his new master's rampant cock,
as well as provided each of the man's large hairy twin ball sacs
with similar attention. As the boy did so, he somehow managed to
restrain his desire to gag or recoil from the sweaty and smelly
scene. However, when he finally brought the adult to climax, the
14 year-old's reaction to the copious cum subsequently flooding
into his mouth was less efficient.

Sergei attempted to swallow the plentiful ejaculate, as his
orgasmic master now excitedly firmly held the boy's head in place
on his erupting cock. However, various factors contributed to an
unfortunate lack of success on the part of the 14 year-old to
absorb all of the spurting cum.

These ingredients for failure included inexperience, abhorrence
of the semen pouring into his mouth and down his throat and self-
disgust. These factors combined to cause the boy to retch noisily
and to return most of the sperm back in the direction from which
the substance had originated.

Sergei's new master eventually recovered from his intense and
highly pleasurable orgasm and finally released his resolute grip
on the boy's distressed head, which in response instinctively
quickly rose upwards from the man's sweaty and smelly groin in
order to expel residual ejaculate and gasp for air. The pair
could then clearly see that the 14 year-old had failed to obey
the adult's earlier command to "Don't spill a drop when I cum!"

Sergei's sweet rosy lips were oozing copious semen, which was
dribbling down his chin and then onto his naked body and the
wooden floor. His new master's softening hairy genitals and
leather trousers in the groin area were also comprehensively
besmirched by white ejaculate.

"You give good head, boy," Sergei's new master commented through
his sinister hood, on observing the results of the 14 year-old's
first act of fellatio, "but you really must acquire the ability
to swallow all of the product if you don't want to be hurt for
incompetence!" "However, don't worry," the man then worryingly
added, "the punishment I'll apply to you for your early
ineptitude should encourage you to learn quickly. Meanwhile, you
can now spend some time licking up all of your spillage!"

Sergei immediately began to oblige his new master by obediently
returning his shamed head to the man's sweaty groin, where he
began to lick up all of the spilt cum, some of which had become
entangled in the adult's thick mat of smelly pubic hair. After
this initial highly humiliating and unpleasant task had been
carefully and slowly achieved, the boy then provided similar
attention to the leather trousers and wooden floor.

Sergei concluded his degrading purification task by continuously
gathering with his fingers the cum spilt on his own naked body,
where his cock was still incongruously fulsomely hard, and
licking the digits clean of the extraneous ejaculate until his
nude form was finally devoid of the substance. The acutely
abashed boy subsequently wondered whether he would now have to
perform fellatio for the nearby Arab guest, probably, because of
inexperience, with similar unfortunate results. However, his new
master, who had by now again hidden his softened genitals within
a triangle of leather, had other plans for him.

"Stand in front of me, boy, with legs apart and hands on head,"
Sergei's new master instead next commanded and so the compliant
naked 14 year-old rose from his knees in order to adopt the
required posture. By the time he had done so, the man was clearly
holding in his right hand a little silvery ring, with four evenly
spaced tiny screw-holes around the circumference

"Application of this cockring, boy," Sergei's new master
announced, after the 14 year-old had assumed the required
position and whilst identifying the item, "along with four other
imminent bodily adornments and two other acts will conclude your
formal induction into my service!" The young Muscovite
immediately visibly shivered, not only at hearing what was still
to come but also in concern that the silvery circlet appeared too
narrow in diameter to encase his genitals with any degree of
comfort or even safety.

Sergei also worried how the narrow ring could possibly be
attached without inducing agony. In fact, the boy was about to
discover that the circlet could not be fitted without causing
acute pain.

Sergei's new master now quickly reached for his slaveboy's
vulnerable genitals and ran the upper part of his silvery ring
along the top of the 14 year-old's slender horizontal penis so
that the only anatomical item still to be encased by the circlet
was the smooth rotund scrotum below. Unfortunately, this latter
aspect of the young teenager's gorgeous body was now to prove to
be the source of much anguish for him.

Sergei's new master began to try to squeeze the boy's balls
individually through the ring, with the man's manual manoeuvrings
eventually inducing much genital distress and facial tearfulness
on the 14 year-old's delectable form. Nevertheless, the naked
young teenager somehow courageously managed to maintain his
undignified pose whilst the attempted adornment of his sexual
organs, which had suddenly become flaccid because of their
suffering, relentlessly proceeded.

The most extreme excruciation experienced by Sergei was when,
after one ball had already been, thankfully not too painfully,
pushed through the ring, his new master subsequently attempted to
squeeze the other testicle through as well. The several tries
undertaken by the man, who genuinely did not want to damage the
boy's scrotum irreparably, at least at this embryonic stage of
their relationship, were to the 14 year-old even more hurtful
than had been his experience of the strap striking his buttocks
at the recent auction.

The sobbing Sergei eventually came to believe that his new master
would never be able to succeed in his task without crushing at
least one of the boy's balls. A mixture of this thought and his
continued agony now tempted the 14 year-old foolishly to consider
begging the man to stop, regardless of the undoubtedly severe
punishment he would receive for such impertinence. However, the
young teenager's serious contemplation of such a personally
dangerous and unwise misdemeanour, which would undoubtedly have
proved fruitless, was subsequently curtailed when, with one final
excruciating push, his second testicle was successfully squeezed
through the ring.

Sergei's pained genitals were now tightly encased by the silvery
ring, from which situation the boy realised he would not be
tempted to retrieve his sexual organs. The 14 year-old was not
just concerned about his new master's reaction if he attempted
such an act. He also worried, perhaps correctly, that, even if
his balls had apparently somehow survived the fitting of the
adornment, his testes might not emerge unharmed if he personally
attempted the reverse action.

As Sergei slowly recovered from his genital distress, having
still somehow maintained his original stance, his new master
carefully examined his handiwork, which he found attractive for
four main reasons. Firstly, the tight-fitting adornment would be
constantly felt by the bearer, causing him to be permanently
reminded of his debasing status. Secondly, the new slaveboy's
genitals would now stand out even more prominently from his young
body, a pleasant effect that was enhanced by the shiny silver
encircling them. Thirdly, the carefully assessed diameter of the
constriction did not prevent the flow of life-giving blood into
the sexual organs, which would have led to effective castration.
The ornament instead helped to concentrate the various localised
natural bodily fluids, which was a phenomenon that usually
assisted the aphrodisiacs, secretly fed to the wearer, in making
him even more susceptible to easy arousal. Fourthly, an amended
version of the transparent perspex chastity cage could be quickly
screwed into the circlet's quartet of holes, as could painful
spikes and pin connections to electric torture machines.

After Sergei had finally recovered from his genital distress, and
his recently shed tears were now drying on his exceptionally
beautiful face, his new master stood up from his chair. Having
ascertained that his new slaveboy's genitals were satisfactorily
and undoubtedly irreversibly ringed, the man was now intent on
concluding the 14 year-old's induction into his sadistic service.

"You may, boy, now place your hands at your sides," the man
advised Sergei, "and then follow me to another room!" The 14
year-old again compliantly obeyed another command from his new
master and was soon trailing the adult out of the basement
entertainment facility. As the naked young teenager did so, he
was thankful that he had not so far been required to perform
fellatio for the Arab or been ordered onto the bed to indulge in
other sex acts. However, such gratitude would prove very short-
lived.

As Sergei subsequently followed his new master along the sinister
black corridor outside the entertainment facility to another
door, the boy was himself trailed by the robed Arab. The Sheikh
was thoroughly enjoying the sight of the young bare buttocks
preceding him to the next room.

When Sergei subsequently saw for himself what was inside the next
room, the boy almost fainted. The facility, which was entirely
painted black, was quite clearly a large comprehensively equipped
torture chamber, where the appalled 14 year-old's fearful blue
eyes were immediately drawn towards the personally horrifying
variety of instruments and furniture present.

There were many metal rings firmly embedded in the floor and
walls. There was also a wide selection of chains and manacles,
plus some stocks, including one that forced those attached to
kneel in a bent-over posture on the stone floor to allow an
adjustable screw mechanism to aim a large metal dildo at their
uplifted vulnerable anuses. Electric pulleys also provided
various ceiling bondage points.

There was a sturdy wooden table, with bondage rings around all of
the edges, and a modern electric-powered rack, upon which the
stretching of victims could be controlled and gauged by use of
knobs and dials. There was also a large spiked wheel upon which
people could additionally be affixed, as well as revolved, and a
horse, whose apex comprised sharp metal and a vertical impaling
dildo.

There was a large free-standing wooden cross on which
crucifixions could be re-enacted. A rod protruding firmly from
the vertical beam was designed to accommodate the victims'
rectums. Also embedded in the ground nearby was a tall and broad
adjustable metal impaling spike.

There was a narrow rectangular pit over two metres deep and into
which taps could pour specially chilled water, to the point of
drowning any occupants if necessary. A longer and shallower
cavity along part of one wall was overlooked by a series of
showerheads, and there were also hoses that could similarly
drench and freeze victims.

Hanging from hooks and pegs on another wall was a copious
collection of canes, crops, straps and whips, as well as ball-
stretchers with relevant weights, butt plugs and both solid and
vibrating dildos. There were also small piercing ornaments and
severe serrated clamps for nipples and other parts of the human
anatomy.

Various electronic branding irons and very sharp pins, knives and
scalpels had been placed ready for use on a wheeled metal table.
Another similar trolley accommodated the sophisticated electric-
shock equipment, which included more metal clamps of different
sizes and stainless steel cock-rings, butt plugs and dildos.

"Come in, boy," Sergei's new master next ominously commanded of
the naturally very hesitant 14 year-old, "and lie face-up on
this!" The man was referring to the piece of furniture
immediately behind which he was now standing and upon which his
hands were resting, namely the sturdy wooden table, with bondage
rings around all of the edges.

Sergei's immediate thought was that he should attempt escape.
However, the naked boy was again restrained from initiating such
a perilous idea by remembrance of his sister and so, after only a
brief hesitation, instead bravely advanced slowly across the
chilly black concrete floor towards the table. As the petrified
14 year-old subsequently reluctantly climbed on top of the
furniture, he noticed that the cool dark surface actually
comprised hard cushioned leather.

Once Sergei was compliantly lying on the table, his master
immediately began to ensure that his new slaveboy could not jump
off. The man first immovably splayed the 14 year-old's legs by
chaining his ankle cuffs to bondage rings located at the bottom
corners of the furniture before similarly fixing the young
teenager's wrists in place. Meanwhile, the smirking bearded Arab
guest continued to watch events silently from nearby.

Amazingly, despite his trepidation at being chained helplessly to
a table in this terrible chamber, Sergei's undisciplined cock had
already humiliatingly begun to grow and rise again. In fact, the
unruly penis soon passed through the vertical to point back
towards the speadeagled boy's cute navel, whilst visibly
throbbing. On observing this phenomenon, the 14 year-old's master
was happy to note that the young teenager's raging hormones,
boosted by secret regular consumption of strong aphrodisiacs and
the tight constriction of his new cockring, were still keeping
his new acquisition rampantly virile.

The leather-clad man next collected a small pair of tweezers from
the nearby trolley, whose top accommodated a variety of other
ominous tools. Sergei's new master then addressed the nearby
Arab, in a manner that enabled the boy to discover his awful
immediate fate.

"The brat has a few barely discernible fair pubic hairs,"
Sergei's master informed the observing Arab Sheikh in English,
"and so, as part of the induction process that'll make him a
worthy slaveboy of mine, I'm going to pluck them all away.
Afterwards, the doctor will daily apply hair inhibitor lotion to
the slut's genital area to ensure that not a thread returns!"

"I could, of course, save time by shaving the brat's pubic hairs
away," Sergei's new master cruelly continued, "but plucking is so
much more enjoyable because it'll hurt the slut. I've also
ensured that an otherwise unnecessary additive has been mixed
into the inhibitor lotion so that the daily application will
sting his genitals considerably!"

Sergei was as clever as he was beautiful and brave, and had also
been educated rather well, despite the fact that his school had
been located in one of Moscow's poorest neighbourhoods. One of
the communist era's better legacies was the continued provision
of good education regardless of background.

Basic English had been taught in Sergei's school and so he could
now understand most of the men's worrying conversation.
Consequently, the boy's fearful facial expression intensified on
hearing the unwanted news passed to the Sheikh. The Arab was
observing proceedings because he planned to organise similar
amenities and activities back in his homeland, although he
proposed to stock his new facility with abducted American rather
than volunteer Russian boys.

The next sadistic revelation from Sergei's master then induced
more dampness in the boy's sensuous blue eyes. Although the 14
year-old had confirmed in his contract that he was prepared to
suffer such experiences in order to maximise his value, he had
naively hoped that he might secure a rather clement employer, who
might confine his sadistic pleasures to the likes of some mild
spanking. However, the young teenager was now to be made
completely aware that his wish was certainly not coming true.

"After I've finished," Sergei's new master happily and rather
crudely informed the Arab Sheikh, "I'll personally pierce and
adorn the brat's nipples with rings and his penis with a frenum
ornament before completing his induction by branding his chest
and fucking his virgin rear for the first time. I'll then punish
him severely for his earlier ineptitude at fellatio!"

(To be continued in part three   Pain)


  
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