PZA: The Codicil 3-4

'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."

(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.

(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.

(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!"

(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 2½ 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.

63; 77; 90; 74; 77; 88; 82; 72;: 55; 99; 90; 72; 90;ь – Four: Torture

'The hero tortures because he wants to. He likes to torture. There is neither reason nor purpose here and, in the opinion of the author, they are not at all necessary, for absolute cruelty, cruelty 'an und fur sich' ['in and of itself'] is interesting.'
- Nikolai Mikhailovsky (appraising Feodor Dostoevsky's work entitled 'Notes from Underground' on publication in the journal ' 45; 87; 86; 82; 80; 72' ['Epoch'] in 1864)

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

"I thought that the facilities with which I entertain my slaveboys in my torture chamber could not be surpassed," Sergei's new Master, who had shed his leather hood, commented to his Arab guest, whilst both relaxed in an expensively furnished ground-floor lounge. As he sipped some neat vodka, he added "However, what you are in the process of acquiring far outstrips my equipment. I wish I'd thought of the idea you're implementing, as I can just imagine the horrified faces on the brats when they're told about the origins of the stuff!"

"Yes, that's precisely why I'm secretly buying the items at enormous cost," the Arab Sheikh advised in response, as he too sipped neat vodka, despite Muslim proscription against consuming alcohol. "The look on the faces of my young abducted American slaveboys should be delightful to behold," he continued, "when I inform them of the equipment's provenance!"

The Arab Sheikh then glanced down at the closed-circuit television monitor on the low table in front of him, which conveyed scenes from the basement torture chamber. "I see," he next remarked, "that your latest slave brat is still thoroughly enjoying himself, as his body is constantly hit in various very sensitive places by strong electric shocks!"

The picture on the screen showed the naked Sergei still suspended from the ceiling of the torture chamber but now with shiny stainless steel clamps attached to his nipples, balls and cockring, whilst a catheter and dildo had been painfully inserted respectively up his urethra and rectum. A machine on a nearby trolley was linked to these attachments by wires, along which the wicked devise transmitted deliberately random strong charges of electricity. The young recipient was therefore unsure when, where and in what intensity the next shock would arrive.

"Why did you finally exchange the bulbous butt plug for a slim dildo?" the Arab Sheikh asked. "Because I decided that I didn't want to ruin the tightness of the slave brat's rectum too soon," the Master answered, "as, despite having now deflowered him, his rear orifice will still represent a good tight fuck for me. It'll also remain so for a long time yet, as long as I don't spoil it with truly oversized intruders too soon!"

Despite the narrowness of the latest invader into his insides, Sergei had experienced further humiliation and suffering when his Master had inserted the stainless steel dildo into his ravished rectum, which the man had just agonisingly deflowered. The boy's distress was then substantially intensified by the attachment of the harsh clamps to his nipples and similar but broader devices to his balls, which proved to be perfect but excruciating fits.

The careful but uncomfortable insertion of the thin stainless steel catheter up the urethra of Sergei's cock, which the Master's manual manipulations had deliberately brought back to erection for the purpose from sudden shocked flaccidity, subsequently compounded the boy's abject misery. His distress was then really maximised when the excruciating electric shocks began, hitting his naked body erratically in randomly varying locations and strengths, causing his form to convulse in reaction to each strike.

The tearfully shrieking Sergei had not later heard the Master invite his Arab guest upstairs for refreshment whilst "We leave the slave brat to enjoy his latest torment!" In fact, several minutes passed before the boy realised, amidst his continuing agony, that he had now been left alone to suffer the electric shock torture.

"How long do you propose to leave the slave brat like that?" the Arab Sheikh next enquired in respect of Sergei's on- going torment. "Until after I've fucked Yuri," the Master replied, "who, I'm informed, has been severely spanked by one of my security guards. The naughty boy's reaction when the energetic thrusts of my act of sodomy cause my thighs to collide with his very sore buttocks will undoubtedly make my pleasure even more delicious. Would you like to enjoy the experience too?"

"No thanks," the Arab Sheikh replied, "as I'd like to concentrate my passions on the slave brat currently in the torture chamber. I'd like to cum over his naked body again later." "That's no problem," the Master hospitably advised.

"What do you intend to do next with the slave brat in the torture chamber," the Arab Sheikh subsequently asked, "as presumably his final torment of the day? You mentioned earlier that the rack, crucifix or impaling pole were possibilities!"

"Alas, I now don't think that he'll be in any state to enjoy any of them in the way that I want him to," the Master reluctantly confessed, "as, not having inherent masochism, his body will probably endure suffering less competently than that of the other brats. I therefore propose just to return him to his cell and let the doctor minister to his injuries. Don't forget, I've a year, or two of them if I choose, to inflict what I want on the slaveboy and there's no point in proceeding too fast and risking ruining him either physically or psychologically for the other pleasures to come. I also have the second newcomer, Viktor, still to induct into my service!"

"That's a great pity," the Arab Sheikh sighed, "as I was really looking forward to seeing the brats suffering on the likes of the rack, crucifix, impaling pole or horse." "Well, in that case," the Master replied, in his role of excellent host, "I'll after all let Sergei rest on the cross before I return him to his cell, whilst Viktor and Yuri can experience the enjoyment of being attached to two of the other three devices. Alas, Sasha is too injured to make up a quartet to allow immediate use of all four pieces of furniture at the same time but at least you'll have the pleasure of observing a trio of the items simultaneously in action!"

"Thank you!" the Arab Sheikh happily responded, whilst displaying another broad grin and sipping more vodka.

(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 still hear Sergei's regular screams. As the boy did so, he continued to experience a strange mix of emotions.

Viktor remained 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 sexuality 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, was continuing to encourage 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.

To help alleviate his unfortunate condition, Viktor continued to attempt to ignore the television screen in his cell, which was always switched on, constantly showing pornographic videos involving pederasty. However, the boy could not avoid hearing the vociferous screams from nearby and his lurid imagination could not prevent masochistically picturing himself in Sergei's place, being ruthlessly tortured. Consequently, the pain endured by his cock, as the excited penile shaft impaled itself on the spikes in the encasing plastic tube in response to this mental vision, became acute.

Viktor's dream was also soon to become reality, after he was suddenly instructed via the speaker system to wash and groom himself.

(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 chains suspending Sergei's beautiful naked body from the ceiling of the torture chamber, as well as connecting his widely splayed legs to the floor, again audibly rattled, as his form once more visibly shook within the confines of his tight bondage in response to another severe electric shock. This time the strong current had agonisingly struck the harsh clamps painfully encasing his balls, which the boy thought would soon explode as a result of the regular attacks.

By now, Sergei could fully appreciate the subtle differences in the anguish caused by the varying electric shocks to his genitals, rectum and nipples. In contrast to those targeted on the boy's balls, the attacks centred on his cockring appeared to threaten to nullify him in that the agony was so great that he thought his sexual organs must soon be severed from his body at their base.

Those electric shocks hitting the catheter similarly suggested that immediate penectomy was likely, alongside the boiling of the contents of Sergei's bladder after current had painfully penetrated up his urethra. Nevertheless, the amazing reaction of the boy's cock to such torment had been to remain resolutely hard.

Meanwhile, the electric shocks assaulting Sergei's rectum caused him to feel that a phallus ten times bigger than the one that had just deflowered him was raping him, whilst those striking his nipples made him think that the vital internal organs in his torso were bound to rupture. The boy firmly believed that irreparable damage must surely result from his sufferings, such was the excruciation. However, he was of course incorrect in his assumption.

The equipment torturing Sergei had been carefully designed and set to inflict maximum hurt but no permanent physical harm. Long-lasting injuries would only be of the mental nature. The boy was undergoing unpleasantness that he was never liable to forget or want to repeat, although the latter desire was unlikely to be met, given that he was just beginning his year or two of service for his sadistic Master.

The next cruel electric shock to attack Sergei struck the catheter and caused a rather incongruous reaction, which the boy did not notice amidst his excruciation, especially as the associated proof was not immediately evident.

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

Another moment that Yuri had dreaded now arrived. The door of his cell was unlocked and opened and the boy was not surprised to see his Master enter.

Knowing what his Master had undoubtedly come for and not wanting to seem inefficient or reluctant, which could result in more anguish, Yuri immediately climbed off his bed to face the man. The boy then sank to his knees and pressed his forehead against the cool stone floor in the required act of homage and submission to the adult's authority and will, in which position he remained until given permission to stand again.

Such permission was soon granted, as his Master was keen to inflict more hurt on Yuri, whilst simultaneously gaining exquisite pleasure from his action.

(Moscow, Russia, same time)

One of the Sheikh's local procurers watched through his office window as the police van drove up to the warehouse unit where he was storing the various goods he was collecting for his Arab employer, for whom he worked on a highly lucrative commission plus expenses basis. Immediate current expenditure would relate to the rather special table and other items being brought to him by the vehicle's corrupt driver, which would later be added to those previously gathered in the likes of Rostov and then shipped to Saudi Arabia.

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

Yuri knew better than to make too much noise in reaction to the further pain being inflicted on him as a result of his Master's thighs regularly slapping his very sore buttocks and the man's eager big cock again ravishing his rectum whilst sodomising him. However, the boy could not help but utter the occasional yelp when a particularly energetic thrust of the large adult erection penetrated him to the hilt.

(Chicago, Illinois, USA, same time)

(Lounge of a large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, shortly afterwards)

"Did you enjoy your fuck?" the Arab Sheikh rather crudely enquired, whilst still sipping vodka and on observing his host return to the lounge after visiting Yuri's basement cell. "I did indeed!" the Russian answered in respect of his third productive orgasm of the day, Sergei's previously virginal but now thoroughly deflowered oral and anal orifices having been the earlier receptacles for his Master's always copious ejaculate.

"Will you still be capable of cumming twice into the other new slave brat today?" the Arab Sheikh next asked, whilst referring to Viktor and that boy's now scheduled induction into his Master's service. This ritual was due to follow the same humiliating and ultimately excruciating routine as that endured by Sergei.

"Of course," the host replied, "as, despite having already impregnated two other brats three times today, not only do the circumstances always turn me and my libido on but also my slaveboys aren't the only ones who absorb strong aphrodisiacs. However, in my case, I know that I'm taking them while they're kept ignorant of the fact."

The two men then entered a discussion about the type of aphrodisiac potions used by the host for himself and his quartet of slaveboys.

(Lahore, Pakistan, same time)

One of the Sheikh's local procurers watched through his office window as the police van drove up to the warehouse unit where he was storing the various goods he was collecting for his Arab employer, for whom he worked on a highly lucrative commission plus expenses basis. Immediate current expenditure would relate to the rather special items being brought to him by the vehicle's corrupt driver, which would later be shipped to Saudi Arabia.

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

Amidst his tremendous grief, Sergei was vaguely aware that he was no longer alone in the torture chamber. The boy's tearful eyes and distressed mind somehow appreciated that a naked hairy man was standing immediately in front of him. He then realised from the beginning of conversation that someone else was also present but out of sight.

"If you cum over the brat's genitals," Sergei's sadistic Master suggested to the masturbating Sheikh, just as the boy's nipples experienced yet another severe electric shock, "you'll find that the slut will react interestingly." The man's suggestion was then proved correct.

As the Sheikh's cum began to spurt over Sergei's still remarkably erect genitals, which were still adorned with his cockring plus ball-clamps and catheter, a further electric shock struck the metal tightly encircling the base of his sexual organs. The agonised boy's reaction was to rattle the chains that suspended him from the ceiling and connected him in a spreadeagled manner to the floor more visibly and volubly than ever, whilst uttering a loud pained shriek.

"You see," Sergei's Master happily advised the post-orgasmic Sheikh, as both men watched the suffering boy, whose groin was covered in Arab sperm, "your cum is an excellent conductor of electricity, as the brat has just discovered. The latest shock to his genitalia will have spread nicely throughout his sexual organs, making the pain endured even more excruciating!"

(Bogota, Colombia, same time)

One of the Sheikh's local procurers watched through his office window as the police van drove up to the warehouse unit where he was storing the various goods he was collecting for his Arab employer, for whom he worked on a highly lucrative commission plus expenses basis. Immediate current expenditure would relate to the rather special items being brought to him by the vehicle's corrupt driver, which would later be shipped to Saudi Arabia.

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

The tortured mind of Sergei took a while to realise that the electric shocks had stopped. The naked boy actually only appreciated this fact when further intense excruciation, but of a different kind to that previously experienced, engulfed his nipples and genitals.

Sergei then realised that the severe clamps had been withdrawn from his nipples and balls. The sudden rush of blood that subsequently invaded these particular recently tortured parts of the boy's anatomy had induced his latest anguish.

The later delicate withdrawal of the thin stainless steel catheter from Sergei's still amazingly hard cock subsequently produced a surprise. The removal by his Master of the metal blockage from the boy's urethra was immediately followed by a long string of sperm, spilling towards the floor.

Amidst the grievous torment induced by the electric shocks, Sergei had not noticed that he had actually somehow once more orgasmed. The catheter had prevented evidence of this fact from previously literally leaking out.

In response to sight of the proof, Sergei's Master made a comment to the Sheikh, which was rather worrying to the boy. "It appears," the Russian sinisterly remarked to his guest, who was redressing in his flowing Arab robes, "that we now have further cause to crucify the brat. He's cum again without permission!"

Sergei was initially unsure whether the use of the word 'crucify' was meant to be literal or euphemistic. However, the boy was soon to resolve his uncertainty after his now rather red-raw ankles were finally unchained so that his legs could dangle side-by-side and he then heard the whirring noise of the little engine that operated the hoist which suspended his similarly sore wrists from the ceiling.

This action reintroduced Sergei's feet, which were still very sensitive from the earlier caning, unsteadily and painfully to the floor, where the hurting muscles in his arms and legs also took time to readjust to the pleasanter positioning. However, the relatively mild uneasy discomfort now experienced by the boy was short-lived because, after his uplifted wrists were also unchained, his Master led him to the waiting vertical cross of polished black wood.

The whirring of another little engine now indicated the means by which this sinister cross ingeniously lowered itself into the floor so that the crosspiece was at an ideal height for the attachment of Sergei's outstretched arms. These bare limbs were then indeed soon immovably connected to the wood by means of chains tightly fixing the wrists and upper arms, near to the shoulders. However, before this was achieved, the boy had to obey the distressing order to impale his recently deflowered and still sore rectum painfully onto a round rod, covered with lubricant.

The rod, which protruded from the vertical beam at the point where Sergei's bottom would be resting, was about 2½ centimetres in diameter and 15 long [respectively approximately 1 and 6 inches] and was pointing upwards at an angle of 45°. The boy achieved his self-impaling with careful and slow delicacy and clear anguish before being resolutely fixed in place by the chains attached to his arms and then below him around his closed ankles.

Another whirring sound subsequently indicated the raising of both the cross and Sergei to begin his crucifixion, although his torment was not entirely of the Biblical type because he had not been nailed to the wood. Nevertheless, the boy's situation could still be fatal over time, given his uncomfortable posture.

Sergei's unpleasant bodily positioning would gradually induce, over many hours and possibly days, fluid to invade his lungs and this would, if allowed to proceed unchecked, eventually cause him literally to drown. However, this possibility did not immediately arouse the boy's greatest anguish.

Sergei's latest misery was instead initially compounded more by the rod painfully impaling his rectum. As the sobbing boy's chained body increasingly fidgeted through the intensifying discomfort of his crucified posture, he began literally to sodomise himself.

This phenomenon caused Sergei's cock, which had returned to flaccidity after the removal of the catheter, to harden again.

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

As Sergei had previously done, Viktor initially believed that the instruction to wash and groom himself, conveyed via the intercom system, heralded the daily visit from the doctor and, as with the other new arrival, this supposition even appeared correct when the physician did indeed now enter the cell. However, the 14 year-old was subsequently to be eventually disabused about the main reason for the man's presence when, after the inevitable humiliating intimate bodily examination and enemas, his perspex chastity cage was unusually removed.

As Sergei's had previously done, the surprised Viktor's released and frustrated cock subsequently immediately grew to rise excitedly into the air, whilst noticeably displaying tiny spike marks all over the penile surface, which were evidence of previous unsuccessful and painful attempts at erection over the past few days. He also almost experienced orgasm because the doctor then proceeded to cup the boy's freed and aroused genitals in the palm of his manly right hand to check that everything was otherwise fine with the 14 year-old's sexual organs.

As the doctor had previously done with Sergei, after ascertaining that Viktor's released genitals were indeed in the peak of virile teenage health, the physician subsequently issued further instructions to the already nicely washed and groomed boy. "Cleanse your sexual organs and bumcrack," the man ordered, "dry yourself, apply perfumed spray to the whole of your body and dress in the white shorts, briefs and thong that you'll find in the drawer at the bottom of the bookcase at the side of your bed!"

As in the cells of the other slaveboys, the drawer concerned contained a selection of skimpy attire in various colours and materials. All of the items discreetly sported a black double-headed eagle motif.

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

After Viktor finally struggled successfully to redress in all three skimpy items of white attire, his genital excitement remained clearly evident from the nature of the obvious lump at the front of his tight shorts. This embarrassing situation was maintained when the doctor subsequently quickly appraised the boy's appearance and then instructed "Follow me!"

The doctor next turned and left the small cell, with the worried Viktor trailing after him into the outside long windowless corridor, sinisterly painted completely black, and advanced to another doorway. When this entrance was opened, the 14 year-old saw that the walls of the large square room beyond were decorated with colourful mural paintings in the style of ancient Greece, portraying either beautiful naked boys or nude men with large erect phalluses, all involved in various types of obscene debauchery.

Viktor soon subsequently found himself on the narrow low circular black wooden platform in the middle of this 'entertainment room', with ceiling spotlights and closed- circuit television cameras focusing on him from many angles. Also carefully scrutinising his lovely form were the eyes of his new Master and the Arab sheikh, who were occupying two of the four large comfortably cushioned armchairs situated at 90°intervals around the little round stage.

Viktor's libidinous new Master was again attired in his sinister black leather S&M gear to welcome his new slaveboy to the same sort of appalling induction that Sergei had recently suffered.

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

After being suspended in anguish on the cross for several hours, Sergei's freshly erect cock had achieved the same angle to the horizontal as the rod impaling him. His suffering, as his posture became increasingly unpleasant, had caused the crucified boy to squirm frequently within the highly restrictive confines of his tight chain bondage, compelled to do so by a need to try to alleviate his growing discomfort.

As the Master had previously predicted, Sergei's regular writhing meant that the boy was also sodomising himself on the rod, which completely filled his rectum. His penis had reacted accordingly, with sexual stimulus in his groin amazingly overcoming the wretchedness felt by other parts of his gorgeous young anatomy, which was currently sadly spoilt by the marks created by his recent beatings.

Amidst Sergei's suffering, he overheard the Arab Sheikh rather irreverently ask the Master "Would Jesus Christ have been naked like this brat during his crucifixion or would his groin have been covered as depicted in Christian portraits of the scene?" "He would undoubtedly have been nude," his host answered, "as such shame was common Roman practice!"

"Would the cross have been fitted with an anal rod like this one," the Arab Sheikh next enquired, even more profanely from a Christian perspective, "and would Jesus Christ's cock therefore have reacted in the same way as this brat's?" "The answer is probably 'yes' to both parts of your question," the Master replied, "as the Romans enjoyed humiliating as well as killing those they crucified!"

Sergei's distress was also not assuaged by the fact that eventually two other naked and similarly aged and beautiful slaveboys came to be suffering adjacent to him. Nor was personal grief tempered by having recently been witness to introduction of Viktor, just fitted with his new genitally constricting cockring, to the torture chamber for the completion of his own induction into his new Master's sadistic service.

From his position on the cross, Sergei's tearful eyes had witnessed the piercing of Viktor's nipples and cock, as well as the new slaveboy's branding and anal deflowering. He had also observed his fellow 14 year-old being beaten and suffering lengthy electric shock torture for the same sort of petty reasons as those that were used to explain his own earlier similar treatment at his Master's cruel hands.

After this extremely humiliating and excruciating induction, Viktor's now very sore anus had eventually been introduced to the harsh metal conical point at the top of the torture chamber's impaling pole, below which most of the stake was a broader 7½ centimetres [3 inches] in diameter. The tips of the boy's feet had been compelled to rest on minuscule adjustable treads, which protruded from the shiny sides of the tormenting device and which had been set so that his toes could just reach without causing his rectum to be invaded even further by the sharp spike.

Viktor, whose hands were chained together behind his back, knew full well the consequences of allowing the muscles that permitted him to maintain his tip-toe posture to become so tired that they lowered his weight onto his soles or caused his feet to slip from the minuscule metal treads. The former mistake would thrust more of the conical spike into his rectum, whilst the latter would probably cause him to be fatally impaled. However, despite, or perhaps because of, his precarious predicament, the boy's cock was as erect and throbbing as that of Sergei, who was suffering crucifixion adjacent to him.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Viktor, the red-raw buttocks of Yuri, the last to be introduced to the torture chamber on this day, were resting painfully on the sharp metal apex of the otherwise wooden horse. The boy's rectum was full to the hilt with the knobbed dildo on which he was also impaled. His hands were additionally chained behind his back, whilst his widely splayed upper legs ran down the polished slopes on each side of the contraption on which he was forcibly sitting before the lower parts beyond his knees dangled vertically.

Yuri's positioning had caused his ringed scrotum to be uplifted to rest in front of him on the sharp metal apex. The boy's cock, somehow stimulated to erection by the dildo intruding into his innards, was pointing resolutely forwards with apparent pride.

The Master had dangled increasingly heavy lead weights from Yuri's manacled ankles, thereby gradually intensifying the downward force on the boy's scrotum and perineum, both of which had already cut slightly to shed some blood. The young victim was not pleased to hear the man advise the Arab Sheikh that a lot more heavy metal and pressure would be added over time.

Yuri fully appreciated that ultimately too many weights would not just cut his scrotum and perineum. Excessive downward pressure onto the sharp metal apex of the cruel horse could castrate him and finally fatally impale him on the dildo and split him in two.

None of the three agonised and terrified boys were also pleased subsequently to hear their Master advice the Arab Sheikh that the cross, impaling pole and the dildo on the horse on which Yuri was sitting could all be made to vibrate. Viktor was especially scared about this prospect because he doubted his ability to retain his balance on the life-saving treads if the particular device to which he had been reluctantly introduced began to move.

Nor did any of the three boys appreciate hearing the Arab Sheikh eventually wonder loudly to himself, as he undressed whilst viewing in delight the young slaves endure their varied potentially deadly torments, "Hmm, I wonder which one I should now spray with my cum?" The Master then obliged his guest by switching on the devices that caused the cross, impaling pole and horse dildo to vibrate.

(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, still recovering in his cell from his recently inflicted injuries, could hear the trio of shrieks emerging from the nearby torture chamber. The boy, of course, needed no explanation about what sort of cruel happenings were taking place in that sinister room.

Sasha also fully appreciated that he would undoubtedly be reintroduced to the terrible amenity by his Master all too soon.

(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 obligingly lowered the vibrating pole on which Viktor was about to lose his balance. However, the man did not do so to save the boy from impaling himself agonisingly and damagingly if not fatally. The revised height from the floor of the 14 year-old's feet ensured that his toes remained incapable of making contact with the ground and so he still relied on the treads for safety.

The Master had instead lowered the seriously endangered Viktor so that his Arab guest could spray the boy's groin with fresh manly ejaculate. The feel of this semen splashing onto his still amazingly aroused genitals then caused a reaction in the young recipient similar to that being enjoyed by the orgasmic donor.

Viktor climaxed too and his own sperm began to spurt onto the Arab. However, any concerns that the boy might have developed about cumming without permission onto the Sheikh were overwhelmed by terror and immediate intense pain, as his toes finally tripped off the treads.

As Viktor was impaling himself, Sergei and Yuri miraculously also orgasmed on their own vibrating torture devices.

(New York, USA, 2 weeks later)

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

Young Steven could never imagine in his worst nightmares that he would ever someday personally encounter, in the company of similarly aged and featured David, John and Michael, respectively from New York, Boston and Philadelphia, certain nasty articles. These items would comprise replicas of all of the cruel tools and devices contained in the torture chamber of a certain Russian multi- millionaire, plus the various gruesome objects being secretly collected from around the world on behalf of an Arab Sheikh.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious hotel suite not far away in Manhattan, the naked Yuri, whose bottom was no longer red- raw and scrotum and perineum cuts had been healed, was sharing a large shower cubicle with his similarly nude Master. The boy was carefully using a soapy sponge to clean the man's hairy body.

Whilst Sergei and Viktor were slowly recovering in their basement cells near St. Petersburg from the dreadful experiences they had endured on the day of their induction into their new Master's sadistic service, the man had gone away for a few weeks on business. Despite his initially red- raw bottom and sore scrotum and perineum, Yuri had accompanied him in the guise of young valet.

After all, the Master generally needed daily sexual pleasure and Sergei and Viktor, and the still recovering Sasha, were currently too damaged to provide such entertainment. However, in line with their contracts, none of these boys had been fatally or permanently injured by their earlier experiences.

Unknown to Viktor, his Master had earlier furtively activated safety apparatus on the impaling device. The mechanism allowed the cruel pole to retract very quickly but accurately to a height where the boy's feet securely reached the floor, thereby preventing the spike on which he had been sitting to intrude too far. The gadget had sprung into action as soon as the pressure created by his toes on the treads had been lost.

Viktor, along with Sergei and Yuri, were subsequently released from the various cruel furniture to which they had been attached in the torture chamber and returned to their cells to begin their recoveries, whilst their Master and his guest went to enjoy dinner and a night of relaxation. However, before the boys were freed to leave the sinister amenity, they were made to pay for their latest unauthorised libidinous ejaculations.

Whilst still chained in place, vibrating weighted clamps were introduced to the boys' nipples, which, in the case of Sergei and Viktor, had already on this day been pierced and suffered electric shocks via similar cruelly serrated harsh metallic jaws. The fresh duress of the tortured trio was compounded by the fact that the associated vibrations varied to enhance the new agony experienced by their chests.

For his current role of valet, Yuri generally wore a smart uniform of black Russian-style round-collared buttoned shirt, with the inevitable double-headed eagle logo on his left breast, plus shoes and tight trousers, which highlighted the lovely curvature of his buttocks nicely, of the same hue. The boy attended his Master virtually wherever the man went, performing menial tasks and errands as needed, as well as satisfying adult lusts on a hotel bed at night and frequently in the mornings too, although then the bathroom shower was often an alternative venue.

Few people queried the fact that a 14 year-old was working. It was commonly known in the circles the multi-millionaire frequented, even abroad, that Russian children could leave school and be employed from such an age.

More people did wonder at the real motive behind the multi- millionaire recruiting a particularly beautiful specimen of Russian boyhood for the rather intimate job, in which the valet was even allocated a bed in his employer's hotel suites. However, as the young teenager had also reached his homeland's new liberal legal age of consent for participation in heterosexual or homosexual activities, and the era was also now supposedly socially sexually enlightened, especially for a man with so much money and influence, no-one actually complained about the situation.

The Master's business had taken him to several places within Russia, as well as to some cities abroad, concluding now in New York. Whilst resident in his Manhattan hotel, the man occasionally looked out on the skyline from the window in his penthouse suite and smiled.

The multi-millionaire occasionally smiled at the thought that somewhere out there was a couple of young and pretty boys who were destined for the horrors of a certain basement in a remote desert residence in Saudi Arabia. His recent guest from that country had advised him that he wanted to arrange the abduction of at least two such children from New York, which was a city that he particularly loathed. However, whilst he showered, the Russian's current thoughts were not concentrating on the Sheikh's plans.

The Master's thoughts and awakened erection were instead concentrating on Yuri's anus. The boy's gentle soaping of the man's groin had, as usual, caused arousal that needed sating.

Whilst the warm shower water continued to rain down on both the man and boy, the Master commanded his naked young valet to assume the usual position in this damp location for sodomy. In compliance, Yuri obediently turned round and leant his hands against the tiled wall of the large cubicle, bending his body at the waist in order to present his pert bottom perfectly for such imminent action.

The Master then grabbed Yuri's thighs and, after taking appropriate aim, thrust his own groin harshly forward. In response, the boy uttered a loud anguished grunt, as his rectum was again rather brusquely and painfully filled to the hilt with a long and broad manly cock.

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

Sergei, Viktor and Sasha were aided in their recovery by their Master's absence and by the doctor's regular skilful ministrations to their various injuries. However, there was one particular by-product of their recuperation that the boys increasingly began to find discomforting, namely the rapid return of their sex-drives.

The boys' increasingly strong sexual desires were stimulated by their natural young teenage hormones, which in turn were, of course, boosted by the aphrodisiacs in their diet. However, the chastity cage that had been returned to their groins denied their needs. Consequently, by the time that their Master arrived back at his dacha near St. Petersburg, they were so desperate for relief that they might even have welcomed a return to the torture chamber if they could be guaranteed to gain such solace there.

In fact, the freshly cleaned and groomed boys, just subjected again to enemas, were to gain sexual relief in an unexpected manner after they were invited to meet their Master once more in his basement entertainment room. For the occasion, their chastity cages had been removed and they were presented to the man attired only in skimpy black thongs whilst adorned with their normal body jewellery of silver nipple ornaments, frenum barbell and cockring, plus the small double-headed eagle branded onto the middle of their smooth chests.

Sergei, Viktor and Sasha were, along with the similarly attired and adorned Yuri, individually instructed to dance erotically on the central platform before their seated Master, whilst the others stood at attention on the floor behind to watch. The man, again clad in his sinister leather S&M gear, subsequently strangely paid as much visual attention to the three non-performers as the boy gyrating erotically on stage. He then made certain facts, gleaned from his careful observations, known.

"I see from the varying sizes of the bulges in your thongs, which noticeably increased differently whilst you were watching the other boys dance," the Master announced accurately, "that we conveniently appear to have two natural sexual partnerships amongst you. Sergei, your penile excitement seems to indicate that you are most attracted to Yuri and vice-versa, whilst Viktor and Sasha fancy each other the most!"

"Consequently," the Master next ordered, "Sergei and Yuri, you can strip and make love with each other on the bed behind me whilst I watch and film the event. After you've finished, Viktor and Sasha can take your place!"

Sergei, who had never considered himself to have homosexual traits, immediately blushed. However, his original belief about his sexuality also simultaneously appeared to be rebuked when his current arousal, which had already caused his sparse thong to balloon visibly, increased, as his mind and cock became rather happily attuned to the prospect of fulfilling his master's latest order.

Yuri's similarly stretched thong reacted in a like manner and, after obediently stripping to reveal completely the fulsome nature of his own arousal, his palm also met no resistance when he reached out to hold that of the now also naked and comprehensively excited Sergei. Nor did the boy encounter any reluctance when his hand then led his young imminent paramour-to-be to the waiting bed, whilst their respective eager erections pointed their direction.

Completely forgetting the circumstances in which they were gently but eagerly making love, Sergei and Yuri subsequently lost themselves in about 30 minutes of extremely ecstatic passion, which was being filmed for posterity.

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

The four slaveboys could hardly believe that their Master had just sated his sexual needs of the previous day by being the recipient of fellatio whilst observing first Sergei and Yuri and then Viktor and Sasha make passionate love. The man's failure to hurt at least one of them whilst visiting his dacha basement had in their experience been unprecedented.

Consequently, Sergei, currently lying alone on the bed in his cell, considered that the previous day had actually been pleasurable. Despite early embarrassment, he had even come to enjoy his erotic dance in front of his Master and the man's other three slaveboys.

Sergei appreciated that he had learnt to perform the required erotic gyrations well and, without being boastful, he also knew that he possessed looks of which he could be extremely proud, as otherwise he would be of no interest to his Master. As a result, initial abashment and nervousness during his dance had transformed quickly into self-satisfied accomplishment, accompanied by noticeably increased arousal. His erection, assisted by his energetic movements, even teasingly threatened to escape the tight confines of his thong without actually doing so.

Sergei had subsequently not just temporarily sated his sex- drive in what he guiltily had to confess was a most enjoyable fashion, involving much kissing, licking and sucking of various parts of Yuri's gorgeous anatomy, before literally climaxing inside his new friend's rectum in a manner subsequently rapidly reciprocated. His current happy recollection of the event was enhanced by the fact that the occasion had not brought him any further anguish from his Master's cruel sadism, or so he had at first thought.

This assessment of the previous day's activities was actually eventually proved to be mistaken when Sergei, now re-equipped with chastity cage and with sexual need building again, noticed the change in the pederastic video being shown on the always switched-on television screen in his tiny cell. The boy was thoroughly acquainted with the new scenes because he was one of the two young star performers.

The sight of himself making passionate love with Yuri immediately caused intense anguish to grip Sergei's groin, as his originally flaccid cock attempted to expand within the tight constriction of the perspex in which it was resolutely trapped. Instead of fulfilling the desire to grow in excited desire, the penile shaft only succeeded in impaling itself on the little sharp spikes that were scattered across the inner surface of the plastic tube. However, the boy could nevertheless not tear his intrigued eyes away from the television screen.

Despite his original belief in his heterosexuality, Sergei had already guiltily confessed to himself that making love with Yuri had somehow been the most delightful experience of his young life so far. His own orgasm, as he ejaculated into the boy, had been unprecedented in pleasurable intensity. Even subsequently being the passive partner in sodomy had been pleasant for him because, in contrast to that of his Master, the invading cock of his fellow 14 year-old had not been too big for his no-longer virginal rectum to accept comfortably. The penile intruder had also been introduced and proceeded quickly to achieve its aim with gentle consideration.

Vivid remembrance of the joyous highlight of yesterday, provided by the sights being displayed on the television screen, from which his captivated eyes could still not stray, made Sergei deeply angry that he could not immediately re-enact the scene. The boy's libido also increased dramatically his need for instant relief, which attained new heights, as did the anguish in his groin.

Sergei eventually began to shed tears, as his eyes continued to watch the previous day's exquisite passion whilst his sexual jealousy and need reached unparalleled and unsustainable levels, which finally produced the inevitable. Amidst the boy's desperation and distress, he tore off his chastity cage and began to masturbate.

A stream of white ejaculate soon gushed upwards in an arc before succumbing to gravity and falling back to the region from whence it had originated, namely the groin of the temporarily ecstatic Sergei. As the boy subsequently grasped his finally sated cum-splattered genitals in post-orgasmic reverie, he did not immediately contemplate the repercussions of what he had just perpetrated. However, his Master, who had been happily viewing the scene on his own closed-circuit monitor, was already formulating how he would punish his miscreant young slave.

For shedding of the chastity cage and masturbating without permission, which the cleverly manipulative Master suspected that Sergei would do in reaction to the new scenes on his own television screen, the boy's penance would, of course, have to be extremely severe.

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

The Arab Sheikh had flown in on his helicopter to inspect the progress of the construction of his new palatial desert retreat. Work was unavoidably very slow because of the scale of the project and the remoteness of the residence. However, the enormously rich commissioner of the project was patient.

After all, the Arab Sheikh had compliant boy servants in his home in Riyadh, who could satisfy at least some of his avaricious sexual needs, whilst friends in countries such as Russia could provide facilities to cater for his more extreme tastes. Nevertheless, as he also inspected some of the special items that were to find a place in the secret basement torture chamber of his new desert retreat, which were currently stored on site in a locked hut, he did look forward to threatening their use on some young and very pretty abducted fair-haired blue-eyed American sex-slaves.

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

Sergei now found himself naked and stretched taut on the rack in the basement torture chamber. The pained, petrified and spreadeagled boy appreciated that one more slight turn of the wheels to which his splayed wrists and ankles had been chained above and below him would probably result in dislocation of some of his limbs. However, such a scenario was not what worried him most.

Sergei was instead more concerned with the sharp needles held in his Master's hand, which were identical to those that had been used to pierce his nipples and frenum. The wicked silvery implements were now to penetrate even more sensitive parts of his young anatomy.

"For tearing off your chastity cage and masturbating without permission," Sergei's evilly manipulative Master had earlier advised, "I'm going to pierce your balls with these needles!"

(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 currently suffering the same kind of visual and mental torment to which his erstwhile paramour, Sergei, had recently succumbed to earn himself a place on the rack and the piercing of his balls. The television screen in his own cell was also replaying the video of his lovemaking of the previous day.

Consequently, Yuri's own hands were reaching towards the transparent chastity cage protecting his entrapped genitals. Like Sergei earlier, the boy's eyes were fixated with the scene on the television screen and he was desperate to masturbate, as his reawakened intense lusts literally stimulated him into believing that he could not remain chaste for a moment longer. However, something now happened to prevent him from following his erstwhile paramour onto the rack in the nearby torture chamber for committing such a misdemeanour.

A scream of bloodcurdling intensity penetrated the walls of Yuri's cell from the nearby torture chamber and, somehow recognising from whom the shrieks were emanating, the boy's desperation to masturbate suddenly immediately disappeared. He instead began to cry.

Yuri then also started to realise for the first time that his feelings for Sergei were not just confined to his lust for the other boy's body. Despite having ogled and travelled with each other, and even made love, they had been in each other's presence only briefly and had never yet spoken to each other. Nevertheless, he knew that he now experienced emotions of an unprecedented nature for his fellow 14 year- old, and he was as tormented by his friend's current obvious suffering as much as he himself had been by any of his master's torture tools.

Although Sergei was in no position at present to contemplate the matter, as his Master cruelly and excruciatingly pushed the first needle into the boy's left testicle, Yuri's deep affection was reciprocated. The young pair had been instantly mutually attracted as soon as they had seen each other at the auction near Moscow and, during their passionate lovemaking of the previous day, they had needed no exchange of words to confirm that their regard for each other was not just physical.

As well as the clearly passionate physical attraction, the careful mutual generosity of the lovemaking, in which both young partners had obviously been eager to ensure that the other gained equal enjoyment, was testament to the observant of the boys' attitudes. Yuri's current tears provided further evidence.

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

One needle now agonisingly penetrated Sergei's left ball sac, as the Master, with one hand carefully but firmly cupping the boy's sexual organs in the palm, prepared another painful penetration of genital flesh. Fortunately for the young victim of such cruelty, thin silvery metal was not also currently protruding from the other side of his smooth scrotum.

This fact indicated that the Master had chosen on this occasion not to ram the sharp point of a needle all the way through Sergei's left testicle. Nevertheless, the boy considered that the pain he now endured appeared to surpass all of that previously suffered at the cruel man's sadistic hands.

Sergei was sobbing too much in excruciation to beg undoubtedly uselessly for mercy from the second needle, which he did not notice had penetrated his righthand scrotal flesh until the sharp point came to rest against his other ball. The boy then saw, through his tearful blue eyes, his Master's happy smile transform into sinister smirk, as the man again pushed a metallic tip harshly and agonisingly into testicular material.

When Sergei subsequently awoke from another faint, aided by the bucket of cold water thrown over his face, the boy's genitals hurt tremendously, whilst two firmly embedded needles now protruded proudly from his scrotum.

(A large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to Moscow, 2 months later)

Sergei was carrying a tray of expensive sweetmeats. The boy, who had by now somehow survived three months of his master's sadistic attentions intact, was amongst other young and universally very attractive waiters and waitresses, who were all aged between 14 and 16 years.

Like the others, Sergei was wearing a tight minuscule golden thong, plus a fillet in his hair, neck choker, medallion and wristlets and anklets of the same richly glistening colour. The boy, like some others, additionally bore his body- piercing jewellery and other decoration, in his case the brandmark in the middle of his chest.

The girls were topless and many of the boys exhibited clear signs of penile arousal. Sergei was no exception, and the embarrassing ballooning of his thong enabled his scrotum to be viewed from the sides.

There were three main reasons for such displays of young male virility. Firstly, the teenage waiters, including Sergei, had for the event deliberately been subjected to lengthy enforced chastity, with sexual frustration exacerbated by regular absorption of strong aphrodisiacs. Secondly, they had frequently been intimately fondled when serving guests, often whilst their fine features were debated. Thirdly, given the narcissistic and masochistic nature of the inherent sexuality of many of the boys, most actually gained real pleasure from being so displayed, manhandled and discussed.

Sergei was an exception as regards this latter factor. The boy instead felt immense shame.

Meanwhile, the girls were also sexually aroused for the same reasons. The likes of the looks in their eyes and the firmness of their nipples provided the evidence for anyone who cared to investigate their condition.

Sergei had attended a similar event three months previously. However, on that occasion, the boy had been one of those being auctioned rather than those waiting on guests.

Sergei also now knew that the young waiters and waitresses served the guests with not only food and drink but also themselves if any of the men or women wanted sex with them. The latter activity could be of any kind, as long as it conformed to the terms of the teenagers' contracts, which could exclude certain practices.

In fact, the currently physically undamaged Sergei had already served two males with sexual favours on this day. After serving a rather fat and ugly admirer with a sweetmeat, the boy had been quickly ushered by the man to one of the guestrooms reserved for such activities. There, on the bed, the rectum of the young teenager, who had been temporarily deprived of his thong, had entertained the adult's cock until his rear orifice was filled with ejaculate.

Throughout the degrading process, Sergei had lain face down on the bed whilst his body felt as if it was being crushed by the guest's weight, as the man thrust his fat ugly form onto, and his vaseline-lubricated cock into, the boy. The young teenager's only compensation from being subjected to such uncomfortable sodomy came from the fact that the adult's penis was relatively puny and so could be easily accommodated, whilst his passion was such that he climaxed speedily.

Later, whilst still holding his tray, Sergei had been forced to kneel quite publicly in the reception room, unzip the fly of another, obviously less reserved, guest's trousers, extract the manly erection from within and perform fellatio. Some drying evidence of this and his previous sexual deed was still visible on the boy's chin and bottom, as he subsequently circulated elsewhere to proffer his sweetmeats.

Sergei's bottom and mouth had also already been booked for use by several other male guests, whom he was to serve sexually after the excitement of the auction. However, the boy was to experience a different unpleasantness prior to fulfilling those appointments.

Sergei approached a group comprising five men and a single woman in order to proffer his sweetmeats. The female held in her hands what resembled a small black rubber dildo, fitted with a tube linked to a bulbous ball of the same material.

"Ah, he'll do to test this on!" the woman suggested, after spying the approaching Sergei. The men in her group, after appraising the beautiful boy, swiftly agreed.

"Now, boy," the woman then commanded, whilst pointing to a nearby piece of furniture, "bend over that table, with your legs wide apart." Sergei knew better than to disobey and immediately complied with her order, despite his trepidation at the likely use to which the contraption held by the female would soon be put.

Sergei, cock still hard within his thong and now bent over the table, subsequently felt the elastic of his sole garment, which usually ran down his bumcrack, being lifted and relocated to one of his buttocks, whilst the tip of the small dildo embraced the lips of his sphincter. The later careful insertion of the device into his anus then initially caused little reaction in the boy. He was not only by now well accustomed to much bigger and more brutal invaders but also his regularly ravished rectum had been lubricated by both vaseline and cum during earlier sodomy. However, his erection did quiver, as well as began to drool some pre-cum, when rubber intruded as far as tickling his prostate.

Unfortunately, the enjoyable feelings resulting from such attention to his prostate proved short-lived after the woman began repeatedly to squeeze the ball at the other end of her contraption. The pleasant sensations were then instead replaced by increasing pain, as the rubber head of the dildo, firmly implanted deep in Sergei's insides, began to expand spherically.

"This'll really fill the brat's insides up!" suggested the woman to the watching and now laughing five male spectators. In fact, Sergei was beginning to believe, as the rubber balloon inside him expanded slowly but relentlessly and painfully, that he would eventually explode.

Sergei's mental torment was not then helped when one of the men asked "Isn't this brat one of those who's agreed to the infamous contractual 'codicil'?"

"What's the 'codicil'?" enquired a newcomer to this particular S&M scene. His query was answered but Sergei, amidst his present distress, would have preferred not to be reminded about the future commitment.

Pueros

40; 76; 76; 77; 85; 76; 91; 84 – The Codicil

58; 88; 80;: 41; 86; 83;ь – Three: Pain

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

(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)

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

(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)

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

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

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

(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)

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

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

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

(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)

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

(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)

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

(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)

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

(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)

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

(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)

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

(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)

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

(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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

63; 77; 90; 74; 77; 88; 82; 72;: 55; 99; 90; 72; 90;ь – Four: Torture

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

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

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

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

(Moscow, Russia, same time)

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

(Chicago, Illinois, USA, same time)

(Lounge of a large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to St. Petersburg, shortly afterwards)

(Lahore, Pakistan, same time)

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

(Bogota, Colombia, same time)

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

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

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

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

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

(New York, USA, 2 weeks later)

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

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

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

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

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

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

(A large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian countryside, conveniently close to Moscow, 2 months later)