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of hours. I ll send one of the guards along later to take you to the
shower. He will have my permission to fuck you, so don t try and resist
him if he orders you to spread your cheeks and take his cock up your
filthy ass. Then he turned his attention to Gus. Right, you follow me. It s
time to formalise your position in our happy home.
Gus cowered under the covers of his cot, too afraid to obey. He
doubted if he could walk anyway, his body ached so much from the
beating and all the fucking, and his legs were like jelly, traumatised by
fear.
Evgeny wasn t going to force the issue, he knew fine well Gus was
unlikely to walk on his own. He could have made him crawl, placed a
chain round his neck and dragged him along, but that was a game for
later just now he wanted to get on with the show, and his Uncle Alexi
was waiting he knew better than to keep him waiting for long. So
Evgeny strode over to the cot and pulled the covers off Gus then like the
night before he picked him up like a rag doll and carried him out of the
room. The door was slammed closed behind him then locked with a
large iron key.
Evgeny carted Gus along some impressive corridors, of what clearly
was an impressive residence. As it happens it was Alexi Vorinov s
country mansion, a fact which Snow White would later reveal when he
told Gus his tale of abduction. Evgeny eventually brought him to the
room of their destination a sparsely furnished sterile looking space with
surfaces in white. Alexi Vorinov sat in a chair drinking a glass of
champagne. Robbie sat in another chair bound and gagged. Gus let out
a screech when he saw him.
Ah, Mr. McCann... no, Gus, said Alexi with a flourish of his glass. I
shall call you Gus from here onwards: Gus and Robbie - my two new
bottom whore slaves. Please, Evgeny, help young Gus to get
comfortable, and for goodness sake, silence him I heard enough of his
whorish screams last night.
Evgeny placed Gus on a metal chair facing his friend about four
yards apart. He looked imploringly into Robbie s eyes as a ball gag was
forced into his mouth and fixed behind his head. His hands were then
tied behind his back and his ankles were tied to the legs of the chair.
Evgeny did not stop there. To complement his friend who was already
bound in the same manner, Evgeny took a length of rope and proceeded
to bind Gus s body. A loop was first tied around the centre of the rope
and draped down the back of the chair, leaving the ends to fall between
Gus s pecs. Then a knot in the rope was placed near the base of his
neck, above his chest, and a series of overhand knots were tied every
few inches in the paired ropes down the front of Gus's torso. When he
reached his navel, Evgeny tied two big knots in close succession, and
then threaded the ropes under the chair and behind the rear legs. He
then brought them back to meet the loop of rope hanging down the back.
With practices ease, Evgeny pulled the ropes through the loop then
he began to lace Gus into a bondage type corset. Back and forth the
ropes were laced, front to back, into a web design, encasing Gus's entire
upper body in an ever-tightening diamond-shaped pattern.
Gus s well toned pecs were pressed outwards and projected forward
between the ropes that deformed his flesh. The ropes pulled each
pectoral plate into a distorted, obscenely rounded shape, as the ropes
were drawn tighter and tighter.
As Evgeny worked, Gus stared at his friend, tears welled in both pairs
of eyes: tears of sorrow, tears of contrition, and tears of forgiveness for
who could be blamed? They cried for each other and they cried for
themselves. They cried for the futility of their hideous situation, and this
shocking abuse of power.
My my, Evgeny, you have become highly skilled with the rope. I m
very impressed, announced Alexi when his nephew had finished. He
stood up and came over to examine each young man, pinching the
nipples which protruded from their swollen pecs.
Yes, they are most certainly ready. Bring me the equipment and the
symbols of their new life.
Evgeny collected a silver tray from a nearby table and held it in front
of his uncle. Alexi had positioned himself behind Robbie he would be
the first to undergo this process the piercing and ringing of his nipples,
and his friend could watch in horrified trepidation.
From the tray which Evgeny reverently held out to him, Alexi picked
up a sealed package and opened it. Inside was a piercing needle of
considerable girth. Robbie had large nipples and would be adorned by
thick rings. Alexi then took a pair of small pliers and gripped the needle
within its jaws. He flicked open his lighter and sparked a flame, over
which he held the needle, going back and forth along its length to
sterilise the metal. The needle was then dropped into a glass of neat
alcohol to be followed by one of the gold rings.
This may hurt a little, Robbie, but you will look so lovely when the
ring is in. Now brace yourself, my whore, this is the ring that will bond
you to me the symbol of your slavery to me, your master.
Without further ado, Alexi picked out the needle from the glass with
his right hand then grabbed Robbie s left nipple between his left finger
and thumb. He pushed hard, the needle entering the nipple at the base
and passing through horizontally, stretching the skin on the far side then
the needle poked out. Alexi could feel Robbie tense within his bondage
as he coped with the searing pain, but he was incapable of movement
all he could do was let out a muffled scream as his body was physically
mutilated. Alexi quickly withdrew the needle and clipped the ring in,
circling it agonisingly around at the end as he watched his new slave
squirm with the pain.
He repeated the process on Robbie s right nipple then came round to
admire the end result.
Yes, you do look lovely. Perhaps later I will honour you with some
more through your ball sack, or even your cock. We shall see where
my pleasure takes us. But there is no need to rush, we have plenty of
time. You will not be leaving here for a very long time.
Then it was Gus s turn.
He had watched this in abject terror his nipples were already badly
vandalised, and surely they were too small to accommodate such rings.
He shook his head as Alexi approached, he squirmed in his chair but to
no avail his protests would never be heard.
The process was repeated using much narrower needles and rings
a tricky operation but Alexi managed it well. He wiped away the droplets
of blood which had escaped that boy was forever offering then stood
back and picked up his champagne, raising it in salute.
To Robbie and Gus, my lovely bottom whore slaves. Welcome to
your new life in Mastrovia. Your old lives are over, but do not think of this
as the end this is only the beginning. We are all going to have so much
fun!
THE END
About the Author
Jack Brighton
Jack Brighton is a British author who specialises in gay erotica with a
BDSM slant. His books are widely available on all major e-book and
specialist erotica sites, published by his company Firm Hand Books. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
