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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
Part три
– боль
(Three –
Pain)
'If only
we could go back to
(Basement
torture
chamber of a large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian
countryside,
conveniently close to
After
hearing his
Master's intentions, Sergei now wished
that he could
go back to
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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security room of the same large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the
Russian
countryside, conveniently close to
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
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
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
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
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
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'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 четверка
– 'пытать' [four
– 'Torture'])