THE CODICIL PART 3
By Pueros

copyright 2005 by Pueros, all rights reserved 

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

This is the third 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.
By Pueros

Part Three - Pain

'If only we could go back to Moscow ..finish with our life here,
and go back to Moscow!'

- Anton Chekhov

(Basement torture chamber of a large luxurious dacha in a quiet
part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St.
Petersburg, late 1990s)

After hearing his Master's intentions, Sergei now wished that he
could go back to Moscow and renew his previous life. Although his
recently signed contract had bound the exceptionally beautiful
boy to accept all of the physical and sexual abuse just mentioned
by the man as being imminent, the naked 14 year-old could not now
prevent himself from begging for mercy. "Please, Sir," he
pleaded, whilst his smooth slender cock remained incongruously
but resolutely hard and throbbing and pointing back at his own
cute navel, "please be more gentle with me during our first
sessions together!"

The sinisterly leather-hooded and clad Master peered at Sergei's
gorgeous pleading face, and the only visible parts of the man's
head, namely his dark, cold eyes, immediately displayed not only
clear cruelty but also obvious contempt. He considered the
entreaties of the boy, who was now helplessly chained in a face-
up spreadeagled position on the table besides him, adorned with
his matching slave collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, plus tight
silvery cockring, to be both impertinent and cowardly.  

The Master confirmed his attitude when he then proffered some
advice, whilst collecting a cane, which was resting between two
hooks on a nearby wall, along with many similarly displayed alike
implements of cruel chastisement. "You must learn three things
quickly for your own welfare, slave brat," the man suggested.

"First, slave brat," the man advised, on his return to the bottom
of the table and as he aimed a vicious blow from his cane across
the uplifted sole of the spreadeagled Sergei's chained left foot,
"you must learn to call me only 'Master'!" The adult was rewarded
for his effort by a voluminous scream uttered by the boy's rosy
lips, accompanied by dampness forming in his sensuous blue eyes,
as the 14 year-old experienced pain of a previously unprecedented
kind. 

Sergei was subsequently to discover that blows to the tender
soles of his feet were, with the exception of those applied to
his balls, the most excruciating to bear. The boy was also to
learn that his Master well knew this anatomical fact, which was
why the very sadistic man often gave these particular areas
special attention during beatings.

"Second, slave brat," Sergei's Master appraised the now
lachrymose boy, whose left sole felt as if it was on fire, "you
must never speak to me without permission!" The man reinforced
his point with another accurate and vicious hit from his cane
onto the exposed underneath of the 14 year-old's other chained
foot, procuring another loud scream and more tears in the
process.

"Third, slave," the Master concluded, whilst reverting to a
position at the side of the hurting sobbing Sergei, "you must
never beg for leniency or mercy, as you will not only never
receive any from me but also, like now, suffer worse for such
impertinence!" The man then, with a viciousness equalling that of
the blows to the feet, struck the boy's erection sideways, from
the direction of the 14 year-old's tearful face.

Sergei's cock, previously still amazingly erect and pointing
towards his navel, had assumed an angle of about 45  to his slim
belly. However, the nasty excruciating blow encouraged the boy's
hard cock to point momentarily in the other direction,
horizontally downwards towards his agonised splayed feet. 

Interestingly, Sergei's gorgeous naked spreadeagled body visibly
simultaneously spasmed within the tight confines of his chain
bondage, and a spurt of white creamy ejaculate gushed out of his
momentarily downwards pointing cock to fall onto the table
between his splayed legs. When the hard unruly penis subsequently
quickly bounced back through about 135  to its previous position,
more cum splashed onto the boy's belly, chest and face before the
residue began to ooze in a thin string from the head and dribble
more gently onto his stomach. This remaining semen eventually
gathered in a little pool centred on his navel.

The Master looked happily at the copious evidence of unauthorised
sexual climax and commented "It appears, slave brat, that I'll
have to add a fourth suggestion as to how you can safeguard your
own welfare." As the man inflicted a repeat agonising blow from
his cane to Sergei's amazingly still-hard cock, he advised "You
must learn not to orgasm without permission!"

Whilst Sergei's pained penis subsequently again quickly traversed
another 135  and back again, the remnants of the extraneous cum,
which had still been present on his cockhead, flew through the
air to fall somewhere on the ground beyond the foot of the table.
"I'll let you lick your mess up from the table, floor and your
own body later," the Master then advised the deeply hurting and
humiliated boy.

When Sergei subsequently glanced down at his amazingly maintained
erection, he could see through his tears that the penile upper
surface now sported two vivid scarlet stripes. The boy suspected
correctly that the soles of his feet bore similar marks.

"I'll add the rest of the punishment that's due to you, slave
brat, for your previous incompetent performance of fellatio,
later," the Master next disconcertingly informed. However,
Sergei's mind was suffering too much mental and physical anguish
to pay much notice, especially after the man replaced the cane in
his cruel hands with a small pair of metal tweezers.

"Now I'll pluck your pubes so that they're completely smooth!"
the Master announced to Sergei.

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

The Master's duty security guard was watching the events
happening in the torture chamber on his closed-circuit television
monitor with immense interest. Doing so as part of his duties,
which also included videoing such occurrences for posterity, was
one of the perks of his job. Another perquisite was currently
kneeling at the man's feet.

Having as ordered unzipped the guard's fly and extracted the
erection from within the man's uniform trousers, Yuri, naked
apart from the frustrating transparent chastity devise fixed to
his genitals, was busy performing fellatio.

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

The Master had to examine Sergei's pubic area very closely and
carefully in order to locate each of the sparse, almost
imperceptible, minuscule fair hairs present. The man then happily
applied his tweezers to pluck away the unwanted objects.

Sergei, whose previous sobbing had gradually died, with his tears
drying, reacted to each momentarily hurtful tug with a facial
grimace and oral grunt. However, this rather muted reaction to
such enforced pubic depilation could not be maintained after the
boy's Master had completed his task and applied his specially
formulated hair retarding lotion to the 14 year-old's groin area.

The resultant stinging sensation was so painfully acute that
Sergei again screamed and began to cry, whilst his previously
amazingly still-hard cock finally withered to flaccidity. The boy
naturally gained no sympathy for his plight from his sadistic
Master, who instead commented "You'll have to become used to this
depilatory solution, slave brat, as it'll be applied daily by the
doctor to your groin, and anywhere else hair might sprout, such
as in your armpits!"

When the distressing stinging sensation afflicting his groin
eventually began to recede, and Sergei's tears started to dry
again, his sensuous blue eyes next noticed that the pair of
tweezers in his Master's hands had been replaced with a much more
sinister implement. The man was now holding a long slim silvery
needle, which appeared to be extremely sharp at one end, whilst
being rather blunt at the other.

"Now I'll pierce your nipples and penis!" the sadistically
smiling Master announced to Sergei.

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

Yuri could hear the screams emanating from the closed-circuit
television monitor above him. However, as the boy's eyes were
currently focused on the security guard's fulsome and rather
sweaty pubic hair, whilst his tongue and mouth licked and sucked
the man's equally hirsute and odorous cock and scrotum, he could
not view the images on the screen. 

Nevertheless, having himself been the regular victim of his
Master's sadism, Yuri correctly guessed that the man would be
currently enjoying introducing one of his new slaveboys to his
sadistic world. He also successfully judged that the erotically
exciting scene and his own now expert oral attentions were
bringing the security guard rapidly towards ecstatic climax.

Yuri's perception was proved correct when the cock present in his
mouth began to pour spurt after spurt of cum down his throat,
whilst the ecstatic producer excitedly held the boy's head to
ensure that every drop was swallowed. However, the 14 year-old
did not actually need such pressure to ensure adequate completion
of his chore without spillage.

Yuri had long since learnt the knack of expert fellatio, fully
knowing the inevitable consequences of incompetence, just as
Sergei was now beginning to do.

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

The Master now turned to address his guest, the Arab Sheikh, who
was still attired resplendently in relevantly flowing ethnic
robes. "This needle," the host, whilst holding the wicked silvery
implement up for inspection, advised in the lingua franca,
English, which he shared with the other man and which Sergei
could also understand, "of course, needs to be completely clean
before use to avoid contagion. I therefore utilise cotton balls
soaked in surgical alcohol to sterilise it and then wear a new
mouth mask and rubber gloves whilst wielding it. After all, we
don't want the slave brat developing an infection that'll provide
an excuse for him to avoid my later painful attentions!"

The Master next opened two items of sterile packaging, originally
located on a nearby trolley and from which emerged the
aforementioned mouth mask and light black rubber gloves, which he
then proceeded to put on. The effect, on top of his leather hood
and other garb, only increased the man's sinister appearance and
the already appalled, pained and petrified Sergei's acute terror
of him.

After attaching the mask and gloves, the Master unscrewed the top
off a large bottle of surgical alcohol and opened another sterile
packet, from where he extricated a small ball of cotton, which he
subsequently soaked in the fluid. The man then carefully
sterilised his needle before doing the same to the terrified
Sergei's rosy left nipple, which he also rubbed between his
fingers to encourage the papilla to become more erect.

Still addressing the Arab, whilst subsequently gently resting the
extremely sharp end of the now sterilised needle on Sergei's
chest, immediately adjacent to the boy's now literally
outstanding left nipple, the Master advised his guest "Of course,
I won't actually pierce the slave brat's tit. Male papillae are
generally not large enough and so the required perforation has to
be made through the underlying flesh, or 'areola'!" 

"This action, which I'll now undertake," the Master continued
disturbingly, "also allows, despite the ringing of his tits, the
slave brat's full papillae to be available for later clamping and
other tortures!" However, despite the man's evilly sadistic
future plans in respect of Sergei's nipples, he did make, prior
to beginning his initial piercing, one considerate suggestion to
the horrified boy.

"I recommend you keep still," the Master suggested to Sergei in
Russian, whilst leaning his head just above the boy's left
nipple, "as I pierce and ring your tits and cock. Otherwise, I
can't guarantee not to inflict permanent damage, which, if
perpetrated in such circumstances, will have been entirely your
own fault!" 

Without any further ado, the Master then pushed his needle slowly
and carefully into Sergei, which resulted in the loudest scream
yet to emerge from the agonised boy's sweet rosy lips. Whilst
continuing to oversee the careful penetration by the implement of
the 14 year-old's left areola, the man also commented
nonchalantly to the Arab "I could, of course, prevent such
shrieking by gagging the slave brat. However, I do so like to
hear the noises made by my young victims!"

Meanwhile, Sergei, despite the tremendous excruciation caused by
the needle, bravely attempted to comply with his Master's
recommendation to remain still whilst the first painful piercing
was completed, and somehow he managed to achieve the feat. The
boy was subsequently rewarded by the sight of the long needle
protruding from the flesh on both sides of his rosy left nipple. 

"Excellent!" the Master commented in respect of the proficiency
of his work, as he stood up to admire his craftsmanship. The man
next remarked to the Arab "I'll leave that in place, whilst I use
another sterilised needle to piece the slave brat's right
areola."

In response, the Arab Sheikh asked a question in English. "How
did you learn," he enquired, "to perform piercing so well? After
all, your main professional expertise involves oil and gas
trading, not ornamenting young slave brats like this teenage
slut!"

"I put," the multi-millionaire Master answered, whilst again
bending over Sergei to begin his next task, with his second
needle slowly and painfully but accurately penetrating the
greatly anguished boy's freshly sterilised right areola, "some of
the vast amounts of money I earn from my lucrative profession to
good use. I have hired highly discreet experts to teach me
certain skills, such as safe, albeit painful, piercing. In fact,
I've actually taken advice on the use of all of the implements in
this torture chamber for two reasons."

"Firstly," the Master advised, as his second needle continued to
advance slowly into Sergei's flesh, "I like to take a
professional pride in everything I do, including ornamenting and
torturing young slave brats like this. Secondly, the organisation
of which I am a member insists that anyone, who is in ownership
of a boy or girl slut, must adhere strictly to the terms of their
contracts, including, where applicable, no unauthorised permanent
damage."

"Non-contracted permanent damage, caused accidentally through
ineptitude," the Master appraised his Arab guest, as the point of
his needle began to re-emerge from Sergei's flesh, "is considered
unacceptable and could lead to a member's expulsion. The
organisation prides itself on honouring contracts, if only to
encourage future enlistment of young slave brats like this
teenage slut."

"I'm content to adhere to the organisation's policy," the Master
informed, "especially as the most viable alternative to
membership, which would still satisfy my particular tastes, would
be to abduct boys, as you propose to do with young Americans. I
dislike the ultimate implication behind such scenarios, which is
that those kidnapped would eventually, after they've served their
purpose, need to be killed and their bodies discreetly disposed
of to avoid revealing what had happened to them. Despite my
sadism, I'm not into snuff. Anyway, slave brats like this cost so
much because they're already prepared to suffer a lot. For
example, this particular slut, in addition to enduring the usual
punishments and tortures, including piercings, which are
considered temporary because they can heal completely if allowed,
is permitting such permanent disfigurements as discreet branding
and even circumcision, if it's my desire to inflict such acts on
him. To maximise his earnings, he's also agreed in his contract
to the Codicil!"

"Will you eventually invoke the Codicil?" the Arab Sheikh asked.
However, in order to keep Sergei, whom the Master knew could
understand some English, guessing, the man simply looked into the
boy's tearful blue eyes, which now displayed extra fear alongside
pain, and smiled before replying "I'll tell you later!"       

"Naturally," the Master then added, as his fingers finally
released the second needle, "expertise in the likes of piercing
or otherwise ornamenting or torturing young slave brats like this
will not necessarily be required by yourself, as you intend to
abduct American boys not contract volunteers for your purposes.
You, of course, can perpetrate any damage that you want on such
teenage Yankee sluts in your isolated desert hideaway in Saudi
Arabia, including snuffing them in the end, as I'm sure that your
very remote location would make the secret disposal of their
bodies easy to achieve."

"Nevertheless," the Master continued helpfully, whilst standing
back again to admire the follow-up work he had just performed on
Sergei's agonised chest, "I still recommend that you do acquire
some instruction in the various techniques. You won't want to
spoil permanently your young Americans too soon, having gone to
the trouble and enormous expense of acquiring such lovelies in
the first place. You'll also find that becoming expert enables
you to entertain the sluts much better and long-lastingly, in
terms of causing them the maximum agony with the minimum of wear
and tear."

"You'll thereby maximise your own pleasure and their pain over
the longest possible period," the Master concluded, as he happily
inspected the accurately placed pair of needles protruding from
each side of the hurting and sobbing Sergei's nipples, "and so
gain real value for your money, time and trouble!" "I'll probably
take your advice," the Arab Sheikh responded before asking, "but
is it safe to discuss such matters in front of this slave brat?"

"It's perfectly safe," the Master replied, "as all such brats are
carefully vetted, as to not only their suitability for their year
or two of slavery but also their ability to keep their mouths
shut afterwards about all they've experienced, seen and heard.
For Russians, they'll be returned to the normal world very rich
and with good cover stories to explain their sudden wealth at
such a young age, which will basically centre around their
supposed employer's remarkable remunerative generosity towards
workers who had proved of great value. The sluts also know that
anyone who proves indiscreet will be eliminated!"   

"You mentioned the possibility of circumcision, so do you propose
to cut this particular slave brat's cock?" the Arab Sheikh then
changed the subject to enquire. "In my country, of course," he
added, "all males have lost their foreskins because they're
Muslims, whereas I notice that virtually all Russian boys not of
my faith retain their prepuces!"

"You'll also find, when you come to abduct some of them, that
many American boys have been circumcised," the Master initially
commented in reply, "although usually not for religious reasons,
unless they're Muslim too or Jew. There's a silly theory amongst
a lot of Christian Yankee adults that cutting cocks is better and
more hygienic for their sons, although I often wonder why, if
that were truly the case, they think that their deity gave the
boys their foreskins in the first place. When you think about the
issue, you realise that slicing off prepuces without real
religious or medical necessity is the only common example of
mankind attempting to change God's design for the human body."

"Typical Yankee arrogance and stupidity!" the Arab interrupted to
comment, with venom in his voice and whilst clearly displaying
his deep hatred for the USA. Although the Master was a cruel
sadist, he immediately felt a brief pang of pity for the American
boys who eventually fell into the malevolent Sheikh's clutches.
However, he was too diplomatic to say so.         

"As for circumcising this particular slave brat," the Master
instead added, "I might choose to do so, as I certainly intend to
experience the pleasure of removing the foreskin of at least one
of my boys. I'll probably sometime make my selection by means of
a competition."

"For example," the Master continued, "I could organise a round-
robin naked wrestling contest between the four of them, with the
worst performer being circumcised for ineptitude. Alternatively,
I could keep them all nicely chaste for a few weeks so that they
become desperate for relief. I could then attach penile vibrators
to their cocks and the first to succumb to ejaculation would lose
his foreskin!"

"Hmmm," the Arab Sheikh remarked, "you're giving me some
delicious food for thought!"               

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

The Master's other new slaveboy, Viktor, who had also been
freshly bought at the recent secret auction near Moscow and who
was currently securely imprisoned in a basement cell close to the
torture chamber, could hear Sergei's regular screams. As the boy
did so, he experienced a strange mix of emotions.

Viktor, who was still waiting to be ceremonially inducted by the
Master into his new life in the same way as Sergei was presently
being introduced to his new existence, was both highly
apprehensive and excited. Unlike the other 14 year-old newcomer
to this perverted world, the boy possessed an identified element
of overt masochism and this feature of his developing complex
personality was now evidenced by anguish in his groin.

Viktor's masochistic excitement, assisted by recent enforced
chastity and furtive feeding with strong and effective
aphrodisiacs, had encouraged his cock to want to grow. However,
the hard transparent plastic tube, with internal sharp spikes,
which had been designed to encase his flaccid penis perfectly,
resolutely and painfully prevented the achievement of such an
aim.

In order to try to end his penile distress, Viktor had already
had to turn his beautiful face away from the television screen in
his cell, which was constantly switched on to show continous
pornographic videos involving pederasty. However, the boy now
encountered much greater difficulty in preventing his mind from
focussing on Sergei's vociferous screams from nearby.

Viktor's imagination pictured a beautiful boy being ruthlessly
tortured, and his mind subsequently saw himself as the victim.
The pain endured by his cock, as the penile shaft impaled itself
on the spikes in the encasing plastic tube in response to this
mental vision, then became acute.

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

The relatively rapid withdrawal of the needles from Sergei's
smooth chest was far less painful than their original insertion.
However, their subsequent replacement by small but sturdy rings
of genuine silver was far more anguishing.

The two flanged ends of each originally opened ring had to be
carefully pushed by the Master through the respective side
apertures created by the needles before being excruciatingly
snapped together within the flesh comprising the Sergei's left
and right areola. The boy again reacted with further screaming
and increased tears.  

The Master stood slightly back to admire his handiwork, whilst
gently flicking the embedded silver rings up and down to test the
steadfastness of their placement and flexibility of their
residual movement. "Excellent!" the man again subsequently
commented to himself, this time in respect of the new jewellery
ornamenting Sergei's chest. The man then went to collect another
fresh needle.

"Now I'll pierce your cock!" the sadistically smiling Master now
announced to Sergei.

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

After swallowing the security guard's first ejaculate of the day,
Yuri now knew where the man's next seminal deposit would be
aimed, as he continued to provide the hairy and pungent adult
crotch with oral attention. The boy had previously received
instructions to "Use your lips and tongue to make me hard again,
slave brat."

Yuri had also been told "I'll then fuck you when you've readied
me!"

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

Only now did Sergei appreciate that, during the excruciating
ringing of his nipples, his cock had somehow again become erect.
Such an incongruous phenomenon was brought to his attention when
the Master grabbed the boy's hard penile shaft and declared to
the Arab "I'm glad the slave brat's stiff whilst I perform his
frenum piercing!"

"If the slave brat hadn't been hard," the Master added, "I'd have
had to make him so. Fitting a frenum barbell to a flaccid cock
could subsequently cause the penile flesh to tear when the shaft
later grew to erection!"

In reaction to the Master's comments, Sergei's cock immediately
began to reduce in size, presumably in fright. However, the man
prevented a return to flaccidity by rubbing the shaft back to
fulsome erection, which was an action that he would keep up
whilst inflicting his piercing, and also covered the penis with
surgical alcohol.

The petrified Sergei next felt the sharp point of his Master's
freshly sterilised third needle come to rest against the skin on
one side of his cock's lower surface, close to the head. As the
intrigued Arab continued to watch in fascination, the host then
pushed the tip of his implement into the boy's penile flesh.

Aware of the need not to move, Sergei now somehow managed to
confine signs of his renewed distress to a brief yelp as opposed
to extensive scream, plus the formation of just a few tears, as
his Master painfully pierced the underside of his cock. The boy
also remained relatively muted when the man subsequently removed
the implement that had tunnelled through the penile flesh to
protrude from both edges and instead insert a tiny silver barbell
replacement.

To allow penetration, the penile ornament was originally missing
one of its heads until this minuscule component was screwed on to
the relevant end once it had infiltrated the cock. Fixing the
part in place required excellent eyesight and dexterity but the
Master proved up to the task, although to the agonised and
ashamed Sergei successful attachment seemed to take an eternity
to achieve.

Nevertheless, this particular eternity passed and now Sergei's
maintained erection now proudly displayed a silver frenum
ornament, whilst his similarly pained nipples were also
interestingly ringed. However, the boy's attention was quickly
distracted from his new piercings by his Master's next
pronouncement.

"Now I'll brand you!" the sadistically smiling Master declared
next to Sergei, whilst the man removed his mouth mask and rubber
gloves.

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

Sasha was currently much less susceptible to genital discomfort
than Viktor, whilst he also heard in an adjacent cell Sergei's
screams. The boy's bodily injuries, recently inflicted by his
Master during a particularly long and intense punishment session
in the nearby torture chamber, were still too distressing for the
sado-masochistic element of the 14 year-old's own character to
gain enjoyment from the sounds.

Sasha instead closed his eyes again and somehow the boy once more
fell asleep.

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

The Master presented the ingenious electric branding iron, which
was similar to a soldering device and whose small but ornately
shaped metal tip was glowing bright scarlet, to Sergie's appalled
blue eyes. The boy now noticed that the red-hot end of the
implement depicted the profile of a little double-headed eagle,
which he had last seen at the auction emblazoned on Yuri's chest.
He also now became acquainted with the pertinence of the symbol.

"My grandfather," the Master rather proudly boasted to the Arab
in English, "was born before the revolution and was the
illegitimate son of a Russian Romanov Archduke and a household
maid. I've therefore adopted an emblem of the former royal house
as my own in order permanently to mark my slaveboys with
something appropriately relevant and tasteful. The symbol is
discretely small, in line with the brat's contractual conditions
relating to his willingness to be branded, and can either be
passed off later in his life as a tattoo or be removed at my
expense after his service for me through plastic surgery."  

"Again," the Master then advised Sergei in Russian, "I recommend
that you keep very still. I'll be extremely upset if your
brandmark is not perfectly positioned in the middle of your
chest, exactly midway between your newly pierced nipples!"

Meanwhile, the fresh minuscule silvery adornment on the underside
of Sergei's cock was fully visible because the unruly shaft not
only was still erect but also had reverted to pointing back at
his navel. This penile disposition was soon to prove unfortunate
for the boy's pride.

Sergei's terrified blue eyes quickly became incapable of staring
at the red-hot tip of the electric branding iron, which would
soon mark him as his Master's property. The boy instead closed
his eyelids in readiness to feel the excruciation of his smooth
chest being imminently seared with the man's double-headed eagle
emblem. However, the 14 year-old's expectation was not
immediately met.

Sergei instead felt a ball gag being forcibly inserted into his
mouth, whilst his Master made another comment in English to the
Arab. "Although I like to hear my slave brats' screams," the man
remarked, "gagging at this point is usually advisable, as they're
otherwise liable to bite off their own tongues, given the intense
agony they endure during branding!" 

Sergei was naturally not particularly comforted by his Master's
comment. The boy, whose eyes were still closed, was even less
consoled, after his uncomfortable but effective gag had been put
in place, by the subsequent feel of intense heat approaching the
middle of his chest.

Yet more excruciating agony, of an intensity not previously
encountered, then briefly engulfed Sergei, simultaneous to his
nostrils detecting the smell of his own burning flesh, before
complete blackness overwhelmed his mind. 

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

The sight on his closed circuit television monitor of Sergei
being branded brought the security guard, who was still enjoying
Yuri's expert oral attentions, close to another climax. However,
as the man was intent on impregnating another of the boy's
orifices, he ordered the 14 year-old to desist, stand up and lean
face-forward against a nearby wall.

Yuri reluctantly but nevertheless without hesitation complied,
knowing that any overt delay would undoubtedly prove much more
painful than what he was about to experience. Although the boy
had by now been the regular subject of sodomy by large manly
cocks, his rectum had somehow remained tight and so the act still
hurt.

When Yuri leaned against the wall, he did so by resting the palms
of his hands wide apart against the painted surface, with his
rear bent at the waist and legs splayed. This well-practised
posture presented the boy's curvaceous bottom nicely for imminent
sodomy.

The security guard was not subsequently slow in benefiting from
Yuri's compliant stance, and soon the man's groans of pleasure
echoed round the room in tandem with pained grunts from the boy,
as a large cock was eagerly thrust in and out of a tight young
rectum. 

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

The pierced and branded Sergei was awoken from his merciful faint
by being hosed with chilled water, which, despite its very cold
temperature, did little to reduce the acutely agonising burning
sensation being experienced on his chest. The boy then tasted cum
on his lips.

The Master recognised Sergei's sudden awareness that the boy's
belly, chest and face had been splattered with semen and so he
advised "It's your own sperm, slave slut. You ejaculated again
when I planted my branding iron down onto your chest. Naturally,
because of your second unauthorised orgasm, I'll have to add to
the punishment that you're already due for earlier incompetence
at performing fellatio!"

"Now, what would be appropriate chastisement for your various
transgressions?" the man then briefly contemplated before
answering his own question. "Ah, yes," the adult decided, "I
think that a comprehensive flogging of your whole body, including
your back, front, sides and soles of your feet, would be suitable
punishment for your ineptitude at fellatio. Additional electric
shock treatment, especially to your genitals, would be most
pertinent to revenge your latest unauthorised ejaculation!"       

"However, before I treat you to such delights," the Master
crudely added, "I'll now thoroughly fuck your virgin anus first!"

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

Yuri's grunts of pain subsided in number and volume, as his
sodomiser's groans of pleasure simultaneously increased in
intensity, whilst the security guard increasingly came close to
climax. "You're .a lovely .fuck .boy," the man stammered, as he
felt his cock about to explode in ecstasy.

Yuri's tight rectum was becoming more accustomed to the large
manly invader being rapidly and harshly thrust in and out of him,
selfishly without any regard whatsoever for the boy's own
pleasure. Instead of overwhelming pain, the 14 year-old therefore
began to notice the security guard's hard erection more
pleasantly rubbing the sides of his rear orifice and, at the
cock's maximum intrusion, starting to tickle his prostrate. 

Yuri's own cock then began to react to the lessening of rectal
pain and its replacement by a degree of pleasure. From sad
flaccidity, the boy's penis fruitlessly attempted to grow and
rise within the tight confines of the cruelly spiked,
transparent, slightly curved perspex tube encasing the immensely
frustrated member.

The inevitable result was more anguish for Yuri, this time at the
front rather than at the rear of his lovely loins.  
(Basement torture chamber of the same large luxurious dacha in a
quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St.
Petersburg, same time)

Sergei, still with mind largely bemused by pain and eyes closed,
detected the gradual unfastening of his leather anklet cuffs from
the chains that had resolutely fixed them to the bondage rings at
the bottom corners of the table upon which he had been
spreadeagled. However, the boy's splayed legs did not immediately
move in response, such was the intensity of the shock and
excruciation resulting from his recent agonising experiences. 

In fact, the Master was now responsible for moving Sergei's lower
limbs. The man grabbed the boy's left ankle and began to raise
the leg into the air and then backwards and downwards towards the
14 year-old's still-chained wrist on the same side of the table.

This action compelled Sergei to raise his right ankle similarly,
which also caused his bottom, whilst his head and back still
rested on the table, to become uplifted. The Master then
virtually doubled up the boy, as he next chained the 14 year-
old's left anklet to the same bondage ring that restrained the
wrist on the same side.

The Master subsequently advanced purposefully to the other side
of the furniture and chained Sergei's raised free right leg,
currently flailing in the air just above his other wrist, to the
bondage ring holding that arm in place. The man then pressed a
button on the side of the table, whose surface began to lower to
a height from which he could more comfortably climb on top.

The Master again unfastened the studs that held the leather
triangle, which confined his genitals within his trousers, to
free and reveal once more a re-aroused fulsome manly hairy
erection. With the table now at the required convenient height,
the man next climbed onto the leather surface to point his hard
cock at Sergei's uplifted bottom.

The perceptive Sergei now appreciated that he had been chained in
a perfect position for imminent deflowering by his obviously
rampant and eager Master. The way in which his splayed limbs were
fixed jointly together to the table above his head had spread his
buttocks wide, with his pink virginal sphincter both clearly
visible and perfectly presented for imminent violation by the
man's long and broad erection.

As Sergei perceived this truism, and realised that his anal
virginity was about to be forfeit in an undoubtedly painful and
degradingly merciless manner, he somehow temporarily forgot the
excruciation afflicting his chest at three points, as well as the
underneath of his penis. The boy's momentary distraction was
despite the fact that his current demeaning positioning on the
table caused his own tightly ringed and currently flaccid
genitals, with their silvery frenum piercing ornament, to dangle
just above his face. The 14 year-old was even oblivious to the
fact that his cockhead was still noticeably damp with his own
ejaculate. 

The relief from feeling pain, amazingly momentarily experienced
by Sergei's mind, was, however, only very brief. His Master
advised the Arab Sheikh that he had positioned the boy as he had
done because "I like to see the faces of my slave brats whilst I
deflower them!" The man then viciously thrust his large hard
erection at the 14 year-old's pink virginal sphincter, which had
previously appeared to be winking at him in tune with the young
Muscovite's anxious anticipation of the imminent penile attack
and his consequent nervous heartbeat.

The commencement of Sergei's deflowering was now confirmed by
another loud scream emerging from the boy's sweet rosy lips.

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

The security guard triumphantly and ecstatically shouted "Yes!"
Simultaneously, Yuri felt his insides being flooded by spurt
after spurt of cum gushing from the man's engorged cock, which
was now motionless, whilst thrust fully inside the boy.

Yuri simultaneously experienced agony of great intensity in his
groin, and some of his own semen unprecedentedly began to ooze
out of the tiny pepper-pot-like holes at the end of the spiked
tube encasing his own cock. 

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

Sergei had recently suffered a lot of pain of various kinds. The
14 year-old now experienced another variety, as his Master
proceeded to deflower his new slaveboy. 

The resistance of Sergei's virginal sphincter to the pressure
imposed on the taut pink circular anal muscle was initially tough
but was eventually excruciatingly overcome, as the Master's cock
brushed past the defences to invade the tight orifice beyond. The
man then rammed his penile intruder mercilessly to the hilt into
the boy, who, besides acute agony, momentarily felt pubic hair
brush his buttocks. 

Sergei, whose sensuous blue eyes were now fully open and
expelling further copious tears, next felt his Master's saliva
begin to fall onto his face and his branded and pierced chest.
The boy also managed to notice the wicked ocular look on the
man's own hooded visage, as the adult started ruthlessly to
thrust rhythmically his large cock in and out of the 14 year-old.

The Master clearly displayed cruel contentment at deflowering his
latest beautiful slaveboy in a distressing and degrading manner.
The man also reinforced his sadistic satisfaction by continuously
calling the 14 year-old a "Slut!" whilst occasionally spitting
onto the young Muscovite's tearful face during his now rhythmic
but still vicious act of sodomy.

The Master additionally, whilst continuing his thrusting, once
ordered Sergei to "Open your mouth, slave brat, and swallow
this!" The boy reluctantly obliged and was rewarded with having
to attempt to consume a significant quantity of phlegm spat
accurately down his throat.

The Master eventually quietened, as he came close to climax. The
man even closed his own eyes, as the pressure within him to expel
his ejaculate into Sergei to impregnate the boy and complete his
deflowering became acute.

This pressure finally became too great, despite the Master's
attempt to prolong his pleasure. With one final thrust deep into
Sergei's ravished rectum, the man's cockhead exploded.

Despite Sergei's anguish, of which his very sore rear orifice was
now a major factor, the boy could feel the influx of copious
sperm deep into his insides. He recognised that the experience
signalled that his ecstatic Master had achieved his pleasurable
aim and that the 14 year-old was now no longer an anal virgin.
However, the young Muscovite's thoughts were then quickly
refocused on other matters.

After again spitting onto Sergei's already phlegm-spattered face,
the Master, whilst he dismounted the boy to the accompaniment of
an audible pop, as air replaced cock inside the 14 year-old's
ravished rectum, confirmed with great satisfaction "The brat's
induction as my slave is now complete!" The man also reminded the
young Muscovite about the cruel punishments that were now
imminent.

The painfully pierced, branded and deflowered Sergei immediately
wished that his Master had not been so considerate in re-
appraising him about the experiences to come.   

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

"Lay still, slave slut," the security officer commanded of a
rightly nervous and still naked Yuri, whom he had already ordered
to lie face down across his seated knees. "I mightn't have the
equipment that's in your Master's torture chamber," the man then
commented, "but I assure you that this spanking, which I'm going
to give you for cumming without permission, will hurt almost as
much as any of his paddles, especially after I've first reddened
your bum!"

Yuri had been completely shocked that his entrapped and forcibly
flaccid cock had somehow expelled some semen. The boy had
detected no orgasmic ecstasy in his groin as his penis had
attempted fruitlessly to expand towards the end of his subjection
to sodomy. He had instead only experienced great pain. However,
he also now realised that this genital distress might have
overwhelmed any underlying pleasurable feelings.   

Yuri's bemusement was now additionally overwhelmed by a different
attitude, as a palm then crashed harshly down onto his lustrous
bottom, to an accompanying yelp from the anguished boy.

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

Sergei's sweet rosy lips now emitted several more loud screams,
and his sobbing increased in intensity. The boy's splayed legs
had been chained again to bondage rings embedded at the bottom of
the table. The Master, who had replaced his sated genitals within
the cover provided by the leather triangle at the front of his
trousers, had then returned to caning the soles of the 14 year-
old's feet. 

Such torment was to be the preliminary to a much more
comprehensive beating of Sergei's beautiful form. 

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

Yuri's bottom was already nicely red and warm, as another harsh
slap rained down on the crying boy's now very irritated buttocks.

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

Sergei had been released from his bondage on the table and
commanded to stand next to the furniture. The experience was
rather painful, given the very tender soreness inflicted on the
soles of the boy's feet by his Master's cane, and also caused him
to exert his weight on only one apparently fiery foot before
regularly switching in anguished need to the other. The sight of
the 14 year-old doing so in a mannerism that resembled a
stationary hop caused much amusement for the two men present.

Sergei's existence became even more distressing when he was next
required to use his fingers to gather up his own cum and that of
his Master, which was despoiling his naked body, and then lick
his digits clean. The boy considered the chore literally
extremely distasteful, especially when cleansing his hurting
bumcrack free of the manly semen spilling out of his anus, and
his attitude worsened when he was also ordered to utilise his
tongue to remove ejaculate spilt onto the table and floor.
However, the 14 year-old was additionally now grateful for his
earlier subjection to an enema, as the extraneous sperm that had
emerged from his ravished rectum had not been polluted by even
more unpleasant substances.    

On subsequent transference to his new bondage location, Sergei
was forced to walk several paces across the cool black stone
floor. Given his extremely tender and sore soles, the few strides
had been most distressing and conducted as if the 14 year-old had
been advancing across red-hot coals, much to the further
amusement of the watching Master and Arab Sheikh.

Sergei next found the leather cuffs on his wrists linked above
him to chains dangling from the ceiling. The boy's new bondage
posture necessitated him standing awkwardly and excruciatingly on
his sore tiptoes in order to maintain some connection with the
floor. However, this conjunction was not to be kept for much
longer.

After the Master had chained Sergei's black leather ankle cuffs
close together, the man advanced towards a switch on the nearby
wall. He then pressed the associated button and a sudden whirring
noise indicated the ignition of a hoist mechanism. 

Sergei's arms then had to bear all of the boy's weight, as he was
slowly lifted off the ground. The tight leather cuffs suspending
him in place would subsequently over time cause sore chaffing of
his wrists, seriously reddening them and causing parts to become
raw and bloody.    

Another press of the switch button later left Sergei dangling
just above the floor, whilst now displaying his brandmark and
silver piercing jewellery, along with his cockring of the same
precious metal and black leather slave collar and matching wrist
and ankle cuffs. His cruel Master thoroughly enjoyed the sight,
especially as the man appreciated that this particular slaveboy
was unusually not a masochist but had bravely volunteered for
service for entirely altruistic reasons.  

Satisfied that Sergei was nicely positioned for his imminent
flogging, the Master next returned towards his comprehensive
collection of flagellation tools. These cruel implements were
displayed on wall-hooks and comprised a wide array of paddles,
canes, straps and whips. 

The Master initially selected one of the wooden paddles. "This'll
nicely redden and warm your bum," the smirking man then announced
to Sergei, "before I apply a cane to your buttocks and a leather
strap to the rest of your rear and then your front. I'll leave
whipping your genitals for last!"

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

"Stand up, slave slut," the security guard now commanded of Yuri,
after the man had concluded his spanking, having appreciated that
there were limits as to how far he could go in respect of
chastising his employer's boys. Extremities were usually reserved
for his boss.

Yuri happily complied with the security guard's command, as the
order indicated the thankful end of his spanking, or so both he
and the uniformed man thought. However, the pair was then
disillusioned in their belief by the discovery of fresh sperm on
the adult's trousers.

"You dirty slave slut," the genuinely annoyed security guard
yelled at the stunned Yuri, whose painful spanking had caused him
to fail to realise that his forcibly restrained cock had again
somehow expelled sperm. However, the fresh evidence was visibly
drooling from the end of his previously cleaned perspex penile
tube, as well as staining the man's trousers. 

"Lie back over my knee, slave slut," the furious security guard
therefore commanded of Yuri. The man was no longer concerned that
his boss might be annoyed that one of his slaveboys had developed
a bottom that had suddenly become not only very sore but also red
raw.

The security guard now had a reasonable excuse to inflict such
damage on Yuri.

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

The Master's paddle did not take long to render Sergei's bottom
as sore, scarlet and hot as was Yuri's on the floor above. The
sound of slap after slap reverberated around the torture chamber,
along with the young victim's shrieks and sobs, as his hurting
suspended body also swayed slightly in tandem with each savage
blow.   

Sergei's shrieks and sobs then intensified in volume when the
Master exchanged his paddle for another cane.

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

Yuri could not help but raise his ankles in response to every
hard slap striking his almost red-raw bottom. However, the boy's
feet subsequently quickly retreated to their former position
before they further annoyed the security guard, whose angered
manual beating of the 14 year-old's buttocks was continuing
remorselessly.

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

After watching from behind the Master cane with slow deliberation
and hard accuracy Sergei's scarlet buttocks a couple of times,
with each blow causing the suspended boy again to sway slightly,
the Arab Sheikh advanced to stand in front of the crying and
lachrymose 14 year-old. "May I?" the guest then asked of his
Russian host, as the Arab Sheikh began to disrobe.

"Of course," the Master answered, clearly aware of the Arab's
intent. The Sheikh subsequently proceeded to strip completely
naked, revealing his rather fat and very hairy ugly body in the
process.

Another couple of carefully well-aimed and hard blows from the
Master's cane then struck Sergei's bottom, in tandem with further
agonised yelps and increased tearfulness, before the finally
naked Arab advanced to stand immediately in front of the agonised
boy. The Sheikh subsequently grasped the 14 year-old's flaccid
uncircumcised cock and placed his own now fully erect cut version
in the same hand.

Whilst simultaneously holding Sergei's soft cock and his own hard
penis in the same hand, the Arab then began to masturbate
himself. As the Sheikh did so, he heard the sound of further
blows from the Master's cane striking the shrieking and sobbing
boy's rear.

The Arab's body then visibly vibrated, as copious cum quickly
gushed out of his own cockhead to splash all over Sergei's groin.
When the satisfied Sheikh subsequently eventually let go of the
boy's own penis and stepped back, to the accompaniment of more
sounds indicating a cane hitting vulnerable young flesh, he saw
that the 14 year-old's genitals were covered with his adult
sperm. Some of the ejaculate had also begun to drip onto the
ground below.

"Don't worry about the spermatic mess," the Master commented to
the Arab, as his guest began to redress, "because the slave brat
can clean it all up and swallow it later!" "That's very kind of
him," the Sheikh remarked sarcastically in response, whilst cane
again struck young buttocks. 

Meanwhile, from his perspective at Sergei's rear, the Master
could see that he had now inflicted twelve hits of his cane on
the boy's bottom. The evidence was provided by the dozen
carefully separated horizontal stripes decorating the 14 year-
old's already scarlet buttocks, the lines being of a deeper red
than the rest of the recently sodomised and paddled posterior
curvature.

"Come and see the horizontal pattern that I've created on the
slave brat's bum," the Master subsequently suggested to the Arab,
who had almost redressed. "I'd like you to observe what now
happens," he added, "when I inflict a couple of diagonal blows.
You'll usually find that the boy's reaction will be more intense
than before because the pain induced where hits intersect will be
more acute, and might also sprout a few droplets of blood!"

After the Arab had redressed, the Master proved his point.

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

Yuri was prodded into his cell by a harsh slap to his virtually
red-raw and intensely hurting bottom. The security guard, who had
bundled the boy back into his tiny prison, subsequently ordered
the 14 year-old to "Clean yourself, you dirty slave slut, in
readiness to receive the doctor. I'll send him to commence
repairs on that bum of yours. I'll also advise your Master later
of what I've done and why. Knowing his tastes, he might want to
fuck you in your present condition, appreciating that every time
he thrusts forward and slams his body against your buttocks,
he'll be inflicting extra anguish to your rear!"

Yuri sadly came to the same conclusion about his Master's likely
later intent, after the man had been appraised of the severe
spanking perpetrated on his miscreant slaveboy, who could still
not work out how his forcibly flaccid encased cock could
ejaculate.

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

The Master now held a leather strap in his hand, whose diameter
was about 6 centimetres, or 2« inches. "I'm going to beat the
slave brat's back," he enthusiastically announced to his Arab
guest, "and the rear of his legs. I'll subsequently similarly
flagellate his sides before progressing to flog his chest, belly
and the front of his lower limbs. I'll avoid his genitals in
order to preserve them for their later whipping, which will be
inflicted using a special implement. I'll then entertain his
sexual organs, alongside his nipples, with severe electric
shocks!"

Another loud scream subsequently resonated around the torture
chamber when the first of six hard blows from the Master's strap
struck Sergei's back, whilst a droplet of blood fell onto the
ground from a point on the boy's damaged bottom where two vivid
lines, created previously by the cane, intercepted.

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

The recently showered Yuri was grateful for the doctor's careful
subtlety, whilst the physician gently applied healing lotion to
the devastated curves of the boy's bruised buttocks, where
previous vivid redness was mellowing to various shades of brown.
However, he was much less happy when the man later enforced
another enema on him.

"Your Master's bound to want to fuck you whilst your bottom's so
sore and raw," the doctor sagely advised Yuri, "and so he'll want
your rectum cleared of his security guard's cum!"

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

"You have to be careful when you beat a young slave brat's
front," the Master advised his Arab guest, "as the various parts
are more susceptible to serious injury. For example, ribs could
be broken or internal organs dangerously damaged. I therefore
strongly recommend that you only use pliable implements, such as
straps and whips, reserving paddles and canes mainly for more
protected bottoms unless you can guarantee accuracy of hits
against non-vulnerable areas!"

The Master then proceeded to land the first harsh blow of his
strap across Sergei's recently pierced, bejewelled and branded
chest, carefully avoiding the areas that were still very painful
because of such ornamentation, at least for now.

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

The doctor had just left Yuri locked alone in his cell. The boy
was lying on his bed on his front, as his bottom was too sore to
rest on. 

The tearful Yuri wondered how long he would have to recuperate
from his severe spanking before his Master came to sodomise him. 

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

When the Master's strap did eventually land horizontally and
harshly across the part of Sergei's chest that boasted his new
piercings and brandmark, the boy's agony was so immense that he
fainted for the second time on this awful day. However, as
previously, his merciful lapse into unconsciousness did not last
for long, as he was subsequently again woken by a further hosing
with chilly water.

The Master then applied the attention of his strap to Sergei's
belly before moving downwards to the front of the boy's dangling
legs, carefully avoiding the 14 year-old's genitalia. The
customary sounds of leather harshly striking young flesh to the
accompaniment of shrieks and sobbing therefore resumed for a
while until the man finally surrendered his implement for
another.

The master's new tool was an unusual whip. The black leather
implement had a normal-sized handle but the attached thong was
very short.

"This is one of my genital whips," the Master advised the Arab
Sheikh. "I know that it doesn't look very impressive," the man
added by way of explanation, "but it's designed to sting rather
than thrash. I want the slave brat's sexual organs to be in a
condition in which they'll appreciate every aspect of their
subsequent electric shock treatment. If I used anything heavier,
they might not be so susceptible to further torment!"

The Master subsequently separated Sergei's dangling feet, which
had previously been chained together, and fixed their ankle cuffs
to bondage rings resolutely embedded wide apart in the floor
below, thereby splaying the boy's legs and nicely presenting his
genitalia for imminent chastisement. The man then demonstrated
the stinging nature of the whip's short leather thong by
accurately and powerfully raining it against the 14 year-old's
vulnerable flaccid cock, which was already adorned on the
underside by two cane marks and the frenum barbell.

A further shriek from Sergei's rosy lips illustrated the
painfully stinging effectiveness of the strike, which was
followed by several more onto the penile shaft before the Master
turned his sadistic attention to the boy's pleasantly dangling
scrotum. Amazingly, the boy's pained cock, which had already
ejaculated twice on this day, then again began to grow and rise
in response to the whipping of his balls.

"I thought that this slave brat was not supposed to be a
masochist," the Arab Sheikh commented to his host, in response to
seeing Sergei becoming erect once more. "The psychological
experts insist he isn't," the Master replied, "but apparently
there's something in the psyche of all human males that often
causes arousal in reaction to pain. Such phenomena are well
documented, for example during public floggings and even
executions, such as crucifixions and hangings."

Meanwhile, Sergei's shrieks had lessened in volume to nothing
more than anguished moans, whilst his master continued to whip
the boy's now rampant genitalia. These sexual organs were
beginning to display very narrow red stripes in addition to the
broader marks created earlier by the man's cane.

"I'm sure that if I continued," the Master remarked to the Arab
Sheikh, whilst now launching a vicious strike of his little whip
against the upper surface of Sergei's erection, "the slave brat
would soon cum again. Would you like me to prove my conjecture?"

In reaction to a keen affirmative reply from the Arab Sheikh, the
Master struck Sergei's balls from underneath and the boy's hard
horizontal cock from above several more times, with expert slow
deliberation to maximise his young victim's agony. The man was
rewarded when a further hit against the 14 year-old's smooth
scrotum triggered another orgasm.

Sergei had again closed his sensuous and currently very tearful
blue eyes and so did not observe his cum spurting from his
cockhead in one long white stream, which vigorously shot about 30
centimetres forwards before arching downwards to the floor.
Despite the various agonies experienced by his body, the boy was
also momentarily incongruously experiencing ecstasy of an
unparalleled nature.

"Amazing!" the Arab Sheikh commented in response to viewing
Sergei's third consecutive ejaculation in response to pain. He
then asked of the Master "How do you propose to reward the slave
slut for this latest unauthorised ejaculation?"

"I don't know yet," the Master answered, whilst ceasing his
whipping of Sergei's genitals, "as I'll have to see the state
he's in after I've now acquainted him with electric shock
tortures and after he's again licked up his mess. However, I'll
probably introduce him to the rack, crucifix or impaling pole.
Alternatively, I could pierce his balls with needles, which is a
particularly painful punishment that he'll never forget!" This
alarming reply encouraged the shocked post-orgasmic boy to open
his eyes. 

Sergei was just in time to observe his master wheeling another
trolley towards him. The boy's own private wonderment at the
nature of the devices displayed on top was then answered by his
Master in response to a question from the Arab Sheikh.

In respect of a small control panel, which was linked to a number
of sinister implements made of stainless steel and also to an
electric wall socket, the Master advised "This controls the flow
of electricity. I can either direct it in terms of where and in
what quantity to strike with shocks, or I can alternatively opt
for randomness."

Having wheeled the trolley to the still dangling Sergei's side,
the Master then described the purpose of the disturbing different
devices attached by long thin wires to the control panel. He
simultaneously individually held up the various implements to
show the Arab Sheikh.

The Master exhibited to his guest severe serrated nipple clamps,
similar but larger devices for clamping testicles, a catheter and
a bulbous butt-plug, all of clean shiny stainless steel, plus
leads that would attach to Sergei's silver cockring.

(To be continued in part four   Torture)


  
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